“We got you a present!” Jack’s daughter, Sara squealed, taking a poorly wrapped present out from behind her back. 

She handed it to her friend, Maisie, who froze, surprised. She looked suspicious but still took it. 

They were standing in the kitchen and both girls were just about ready to head out for the night to celebrate Maisie’s birthday. They were dressed immoderately, to say the least. 

Sara wore a short skirt and a smooth silver top that showed way more of her chest than it should have. Meanwhile, Maisie, the resident goth chick, wore a similarly short black dress that squeezed her hourglass figure and her breasts, black boots, and a black leather jacket. She had a nice figure, tall but muscular. Her black hair fell around her face, her nails were painted black but despite all that, she wore red lipstick. That was the only thing that stood out to him. 

She was a pretty girl, with dark features.

But, alas, they were a couple of nineteen-year-olds about to spend a night on the town. 

“You didn’t have to,” Maisie said. 

“Oh, hush. We wanted to. Didn’t we, dad?” Sara asked. 

“Yes,” he replied. 

They’d gotten her some pajamas. Nothing too fancy. But they’d been a tad on the expensive side. Maisie’s parents weren’t around much and there had apparently been some fighting going on at her house. Seeing as both the girls were going to the local college, it meant Maisie was basically living with them. 

Jack didn’t mind it one bit. It was good for Sara to have some else around, especially a girlfriend like Maisie. 

“Do you even know what you got me?” Maisie teased, pulling the pajamas out. They were black, of course, with thin red stripes. 

Maisie smiled, her big lips turning up. “Thanks. I love them.” 

She hugged them both, lingering and digging her face into Jack’s shoulder. “Thank you, Jack.” 

“It's nothing. Happy birthday.” 

“That’s not all!” Sara said. “Check again.” 

Maisie’s’ eyes narrowed again, and she reached tentatively into the bag. She withdrew little, red lace panties. 

Jack blinked. He had not known Sara had gotten her those. 

“Do you like them?” Sara asked. 

Maisie smiled. “I do.” Her eyes flicked to Jack. “Thank you.” 

“No problem. Now let’s go, no time to try them on. We needed to get drunk.” 

“Responsibly,” Jack called as they opened the door. 

“Of course,” Maisie said.

“Yeah, Dad, of course. See ya.” She blew him a kiss and disappeared out the door. 

Maisie cast him a long look and followed, dropping the panties back into the bag and leaving it by the door.

Jack didn’t know when they would be back, so he set up on the couch and put on a game. He drank two or three beers before falling asleep. 

***

Jack woke sometime later to a noise in the kitchen. 

The TV was still on, playing some late-night commercials about state-of-the-art cooking pots. 

“Hello?” he called. “Who is it?” 

Maisie came out of the kitchen a second later, sipping on a glass of water. “Hi, Jack. Just me.” 

He blinked over at her. She was wearing the pajamas she’d gotten early that evening. The fabric hugged every curve she had. Her breasts were pushed tight and her hips even tighter, pulling the silky material hard against her crotch, giving her a camel toe. She’d wiped the lipstick off, and her hair was messy but alluring, falling to her shoulders. 

Jack tried not to stare but he still had part of a buzz going. 

“Oh, hi, Maisie. When did you guys get back?” 

She came closer. “About an hour ago. Sara’s asleep and I just needed to get some water. Can’t sleep.” 

“Something on your mind?” he asked. “How were the bars?” 

Maisie sat on the end of the couch, her big eyes looking at him, her lips pouty. “They were alright. We danced, drank, and got a few numbers from guys. You know, nothing much.” 

“I’m glad you guys had fun.” 

“It's just…” she faltered. “It’s just all the guys are such assholes, you know? No aplomb. No suave words. Just blatant flirtatious taunts, if that's what you want to call it.” 

Jack pursed his lips. “Yes, well, they’re young. They’ll learn eventually.” 

Maisie sighed. “Yes, well, I just want it to happen sooner. I’m sick of assholes.” 

Jack laughed. “It’s a bit of a rite of passage, I suppose.” 

“I’m just sick of it. I want a good guy…who…who…” she bit her lip. 

“Who…?”

“Takes care of me and knows how to take care of me.”

Jack chuckled again. “That’ll come, too. Don’t worry. You’re young.” 

Maisie shrugged, unconvinced. “Do you like the pajamas?” 

He glanced at her body, curled there at the end of the couch. “Sara chose well.” 

She jumped up, spinning, showing off her body. “I’d say she did. I love them. Thank you, again.” 

Maisie took the opportunity to sit back down closer to him, almost touching him. 

“Thanks for taking such good care of me these past couple months,” she said, her face growing red. “I really appreciate. You’re such a good father to Sara and…well, I’m jealous.” 

Jack nodded. “Thank you for the kind words. I’m glad we could help.”  

He was having trouble looking at her. The beer was making him think things he shouldn’t have. 

Her hand was drifting near her waistband, pulling at the fabric and giving him glimpses of the red panties below. 

“Oh!” she said, jumping up again. “I forgot to show you the panties. They are so nice. I love them. Do you want to see?” 

He opened his mouth, then closed it. 

“It's only fair. You paid for them.” 

Jack really wanted to see them. He wanted her to pull her pants down and show him how the panties hugged her thick legs. How they rode up against her cunt and…God, what was he thinking? This was his daughter's best friend. 

He was afraid she would see this turmoil in him. Maisie began to pull down her pajamas. The red fabric was there, tight against her soft skin. The lace rode her curves and showed him that she’d shaved a landing strip just above her pussy. 

“Maisie…” 

“Don’t you like them?” she asked, slowly moving her hips side to side. 

He nodded. “They look very good.” 

Stepping forward, she said, “You can touch them if you want.” 

Jack let out a breath. What the hell, she was too hot not to. Red was his favorite color after all. 

He reached out, dragging his fingers against the soft edges of her skin around the fabric. 

“It’s a really good pattern,” she said. “I like how it weaves together down here…” 

Taking his hand, she moved it between her legs. “Do you feel that?” 

Jack nodded, his breath having picked up, his cock growing harder by the second. 

He let his hand fall away, though his eyes stayed on her. 

Maisie turned around, showing him her perfectly plump and shapely ass. The pale skin was so nice…he almost touched it, too. 

She bent over and he saw how the red panties squeezed her pussy lips. 

His cock pressed against his pants now, fully erect. God, that happened fast. It had been a while, after all.

Maisie let her pajama bottoms fall to the floor, and she moved back, dropping onto his lap. “I’m cold,” she told him, her ass pushing into his hard cock. She smelled like lavender and vanilla. 

“You just took off your pants.” 

She giggled. “I know, silly. They were too tight. Do you want me to put them back on?” 

He swallowed. “No…” 

Maisie shrugged, looking at the TV. “What are we watching?” 

“What? Oh, just the Bengals game.” 

She was pushing downward, driving her ass into his cock. But she was doing it so innocently, as if nothing was happening. One of her hefty breasts was lying on his chest, separated only by the thin fabric of her pajamas. 

“Listen, Maisie…” he said, about to ruin his night. 

She looked him in the eyes, biting her lip. “You’ve taken such good care of me, Mr. Harper. I’d just like to take care of you.” Her hand slipped between her legs to rub his cock. “Will you let me take care of you?”

She’d stolen his breath for a second and he could only focus on what her hand was doing.

Jack took his own hands and put one around her waist and the other across her lap, wrapping his fingers around her firm ass. 

“That's better,” she said, her mouth parting slightly as he massaged it. 

“I really think you deserve something,” she continued, her hand pressing harder. “You’re such a good father.” 

Then she was sliding down between his legs to the floor, her long hair a curtain behind her. “Oh, Maisie…” 

She laid her face on his thigh, mere inches from the imprint of his cock. Looking up at him, she said, “I’ll take care of you, Mr. Harper.” 

“Please…” he moaned, not meaning to but the girl was too fucking hot. Her sensual curves and big lips. 

Jack wanted to fuck her, and he didn’t care the consequences. 

She undid his pants and revealed his cock. Her eyes widened, taking a hand to stroke the thick shaft, her black nails exotic wrapped around him “Oh my god, Mr. Harper, you’re huge.” She stroked it, mesmerized. “So much bigger than…well, than my ex-boyfriend.” 

His cock flexed in her hand. “Can you handle it?” he asked, not caring about her ex. 

She swallowed, then nodded, kissing the side of it where his veins ran. “I think so.” 

“Good.”

Her lips touched his balls first, kissing slowly and then sucking lightly. He watched her down there, so demure and careful, her small hands dwarfed by his cock. She pulled his shaft to her face as she worked on his balls, saliva gathering around her chin. 

Then she licked up to the tip, dragging strands of spit. Working the tip, she took her tip, barely able to fit it in her mouth at first, before figuring out how to manage it. 

“Oh my god,” she said, coming up slightly on her knees and he knew she was getting wet just sucking his cock. 

“Deeper,” he told her. 

Her eyes widened, looking up at him, then she did, making his cock disappear into her pretty mouth. 

“More,” he said.

She did, taking three quarters of his cock before gagging. 

“That felt so good, Maisie,” he told her. 

The goth girl smiled, stroking his cock and looking up at him. “You like it?” 

He nodded. “Keep going.” 

She began to suck his cock with renewed vigor, taking huge swaths of it down her throat, her tongue working his tip. After a while he grabbed her head and pushed it down towards his balls where she began to suck and lick while he stroked himself, just watching her messy little face. 

She looked so fucking hot now, covered in spit. 

Jack directed her head to his cock again and began to fuck her face. Her eyes were wide, and she took it well, really well, the sound making his balls want to constrict. 

Fuck, he shouldn’t be doing this. His daughter's best friend…and she was just upstairs, sleeping. 

But he didn’t care.

He needed this. He wanted this goth girl. 

“Get up,” he told her. 

But she smiled, shaking her head. “I know just what you need.” 

Maisie took off her top, her big tits falling from it like two beautiful mounds. Her nipples were dark pink and the skin so soft and milky white. 

“They’re amazing, Maisie.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Harper.” 

Then, spitting on his cock, she placed it between her breasts and began to titty fuck him. “I hope you like this,” she said. 

Jack got the idea that her ex-boyfriend probably really liked it. He could see why. Jack’s thick cock was caught between the moistening folds of her squeezing breasts. Her hands pressed them together, making his cock burst from the cleavage. 

He was soon bucking his hips, trying to get as much from her tits as he could. They felt so good. 

“Fuck, Maisie, that feels incredible.” 

“Thank you…” she said, working his tits up and down. 

“The tip,” he told her, grasping her hair to push her head down. 

She got the idea, licking at his cock as it slipped between her breasts. 

“I want to fuck you,” he told her, his orgasm building. But he wasn’t letting this end before he got inside her pussy. He’d fill it up if he had to. 

She nodded, rising and as she did, he reached out to caress her tits, feeling the fleshy plumpness. Turning, she put her ass out, her red panties squeezing it, and said, “Help?” 

He smiled, reaching out to squeeze her ass, but she smacked his hands. “The panties, Mr. Harper,” she said reproachfully. 

Jack pulled them down and she bent forward, showing him how perfect her ass really was. Her cheeks parted slightly, and he saw her glistening pussy and tight little asshole. 

“I love your ass,” he told her. 

She just giggled, backing onto him. This surprised him, as he didn’t expect it. Maise reached between her legs to take his cock and place it at her pussy entrance. Then, slowly, maddeningly slowly, she began to sit on it. 

“Oh fuck, Mr. Harper, you’re so big. You’re so…” Her body shook. “Big. Your cock is huge. I don’t think I can…” 

He grabbed her hips, helping her down. 

The tip broke through her tight entrance, and she moaned loudly, but not enough to make it over the TV’s sound. 

“Uhhh oohhh fuck,” she said, sliding further down. 

Jack watched her pussy stretch from behind, the skin gripping the veins of his cock. 

“All of it,” he said.
“Yes, Mr. Harper.” 

She took it, surprising him as she sat all the way down. Breathless, her body pressing to his, she lay back, looking at him. Her legs went up, spreading out over his. 

In the reflection from the glass on the small window by the TV he saw how they were entwined, her legs spread wide, showing her pussy, his huge cock disappeared inside it. 

The sight held him for a long time as he admired it, seeing the little landing strip that led to him fucking her.

Then Jack looked down on her body, his cock inside her sweet pussy. “You feel so good,” he said. 

His hands found her tits. 

“Your cock fills me so well,” she moaned, sliding up and down slightly. 

“You make it feel so good,” he replied. 

She nodded, looking at him. “My pussy is perfect for your cock. I knew it would be.” 

Jack knew what she wanted. He lifted a hand to her mouth and said, “Spit.” 

She did. 

Then he began to touch her pussy, rubbing the fold in little circles as his cock moved inside her. 

“Oh god, fucking…” she began. 

Her orgasm began to build almost immediately, he could feel her body tensing. He kissed her on the neck gently as he fucked her, his other hand still holding her tits, pulling at one of her nipples. 

“I’m going to cum, Mr. Harper. You’re going to make me…” she trailed off, racked suddenly by waves of pleasure. “Oh fuck,” she said in a high voice. “Oh fuck. Ohhh.”

Maisie came on his cock, her pussy pulsating against his thick shaft as if it wanted to pull him in deeper. He moved his hips up and down, fucking her through it. 

Maise moaned, her head against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin. 

“That felt so good, Mr. Harper. You made me cum so hard.” 

“Good, Maisie,” he said. “Do you want to cum again?” 

She looked confused. “What about you?” 

“There's time for that later.” 

The goth girl nodded. “Yes, please. Make me cum again. It felt amazing. You’re such a gentleman.” 

He smiled, thinking she wouldn’t be so sure after what he was about to do to her. 

Pushing up her, she yelped a little as his cock slid out. He stood, moving her to the couch and bending her over, giving himself the perfect view of her ass. The folds of her tight pussy were shimmering just for him. 

He kneeled behind her. “I’m going to eat you out. Has anyone ever done it to you from behind?” 

She shook her head. 

“Good.” 

Then he dove in, his tongue licking the juices from her pussy, flicking across her clit and up, teasing the edges of her asshole. 

She squirmed, her ass swinging side to side, but she didn’t object. It made him go harder. She tasted so good, her sweet pussy getting wetter just for him. 

His hands grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them and giving him better access. 

“Ohhh my goddd, Mr. Harper. Your tongue feels so good.” 

Jack licked her clit, making her shake and then, when he had her right where he wanted her, he licked up her pussy to her ass. 

Maisie melted from the sensation, her face pushing hard into the couch. “Holy fuck,” she said, his tongue working her ass.

She pressed back into him, trying to get as much of him as he could. 

“You want to cum?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Teasing her asshole with his thumb, he licked her pussy until she was a shaking, dripping mess. Her orgasm was stronger than the last one and her moans louder. 

When she finally finished shaking, he said, “You need to be quiet, Maisie.”

“Yes, Mr. Harper. Sorry…” 

“No need to apologize, I know it's my fault.” 

She smiled back at him. Her ass was so inviting, covered in wetness. Standing, he put his cock on her pussy entrance and waited. 

“Please fuck me, Mr. Harper, I can’t take anymore. I need your cock inside me.” 

At the goth girl’s words, he pushed inside, spreading her pussy lips and making her squeal. His hand found her mouth and he stuck his fingers in there, quieting her. 

Jack fucked her like this for several minutes, his cock filling her. God, he wished he could spank her. Just a little without it being too loud. Her ass was perfect for it. Just perfect…

He’d settle for fingering it. Taking the saliva from her mouth, he directed his thumb to her asshole and began doing little circles. 

She moaned, pressing back again. Maisie liked her ass being played with. 

Jack obliged, pushing his thumb past the tight entrance and into her hole. 

She bucked under him, her face scrunching from pleasure. 

“You like me filling your holes?” he asked. 

She nodded, looking back at him with hungry eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Harper. I love it.” 

Watching this girl take his cock and wriggle under his thumb was too much. He was going to cum. He felt it building deep inside him. 

“I’m going to cum, Maisie.” 

“Please…” 

“Where do you want my cum?” 

She moaned as he gave her long, slow strokes. “Inside me. Make me yours, Mr. Harper. Fill my pussy, please.” 

“Good…” he moaned, his thumb digging into her ass, his cock filling her.

When he came, it was like an explosion. His balls constricted and there was a slight pause before cum burst out, filling Maisie with what felt like gallons of it. Cum was still spurting out even after ten seconds. 

“Oh my, Mr. Harper. That was so much,” she said, her ass still in the air, riding his thumb. “I’ve never been filled like that. It felt so good.” 

He could barely speak, the orgasm having robbed him momentarily of words. He slid out of her, both his thumb and cock coming out simultaneously. 

It made her squeal and fall to the side. He fell onto the couch beside her, breathing heavily. 

Maisie curled up beside him, watching how his cock slowly deflated. He held her, one of his hands resting atop one of her tits. 

“Thank you, Maisie,” he said. “That was just what I needed.” 

“I know,” she said, looking up at him. “It was perfect. I knew you needed it. You’re so good to me. I’m glad we can be honest about it.”

He nodded. 

“And to think,” she continued. “We can do this anytime I’m over.” Her eyes sparkled. “I think I’ll be over a lot.” 

He smiled at her. “I’d like that very much.” 

She rose, kissed him on the cheek, and went upstairs carrying her clothes, the red panties hanging limply from her fingers.

Jack just lay on the couch, thinking of how that goth girl was going to sleep filled with his cum. The thought made his cock twitch.