Gordon knocked the man's skull against the edge of the fireplace mantle. The other intruder tugged at a gun from a belt holster in the small of his ba...ck. Before he could get it free, Zelda stormed at him, squeezed the gun hand. The small automatic went off and made a deep gouge in his right butt cheek. He yelled when Zelda dropped him to the floor.She wrestled the automatic out of his hand and rammed it into his crotch. "Speak to me nicely or lose all of your goodies," she demanded. He fainted. His hands moved, pulling up on them.Our lips parted.“My sweetling,” he grinned at me. “I knew you loved me.”“So much, Father,” I lied, fighting the urge to spit in his face. I needed his cock in me. Why did I want to fuck him? I hated him. I slammed my pussy hard on his dick, fucking down his shaft. He grunted in pleasure at my incestuous embrace. I groaned, my father's dick stretching out my pussy. My back arched, my body welcoming his shaft.My snatch clenched down on him as I rose. I. ”“In a way it’s not fair.”“What’s not fair?”“The jutting, aggressive male member and the receptive, passive female. I mean, I don’t mind sucking you. Like you said, there’s joy in giving you such pleasure. But a cock can be a weapon. It can make you gag, or worse. Or damage places not prepared for it. A female can’t be like that. When you pleasure me, especially with your tongue, it’s not so much of a sacrifice, is it?”“Not even a little. I love going down on women. I love pussy. Just like I. The more we talked, the more I could tell that she liked me. My new found comfort began to loosen up the natural harnesses that you strap on to make a good first impression on someone. I had sat in her office for almost a half an hour, but I was speaking so carefully and listening so attentively that I had just begun to realize how attractive Ms. Audrey Blake was. I was almost shocked watching this Mulatto’s lips move. They were almost too big, but so perfectly shaped and soft looking you.