Kitten & Father in Florence Ch. 06

"You really did find them."

"You hold yours?" she murmured, smirking."

"When no one else does."

"Hm-hmm! Like I do. ... But I have a better alternative now."

"Not for another two nights, I hope."

She nodded with an almost growling moan, hardly smiling. They emptied their glasses and found a stall that offered something to eat, also to drink, and had another glass of wine with their food. When they emptied their glasses, she looked at him and asked:

"What do we want to do now," without a smirk. She didn't have to; her father replied - also without one:

"I know what you want to do. So do I."

"Like you said," she replied softly.

He nodded. She nodded with soft moan, and they hurried to find their way out of the crowded market. On their way back to their hotel, walking too fast to hold hands, she murmured:

"I've got to go."

"Don't know if I'll let you, will want to wait."

"Then we'd have to in the shower."

"Hmm? Um-hmm, I guess so, for me too."

She snickered and replied:

"If I'm like that again, and you want wine in your face, I could to."

She hoped the tourists, who could have overheard her, had no idea of her vision of them in the shower, she leaning down with his face behind her ass, and her holding his cock so that she could catch his stream in her mouth. She rather liked the idea that they both could do that at the same time, like when she sucked and he licked, wondering if he had understood what she had said, had had the same vision. He had. He chuckled deeply and replied:

"Like that, at the same time? Just use the toilet, in the lobby, if you can't wait."

"I will," she replied, then remembering better grammar, and said: "I shall."

"Maybe I can wait. If not, I'll leave the door open."

She nodded, as they hurried along, replying:

"And I want so much to see if we could do it that way."

"Me too, a little. Another time, when I don't want to do something else."

"Like I want you to, whatever that is."

"Mmmm! Better not tell you here."

They both moaned and hurried on. There was no one else in the lobby, and he could get the key and join her in the elevator without seeming too much in a rush. She couldn't stand still. When the elevator stopped at their floor, he took the bag of cucumbers from her and rushed ahead to their room, opening the door, so that she could go straight to the bathroom. When he joined her, unzipping his pants, he heard her stream hissing in the toilet bowl. She wrinkled her nose and remarked:

Almost didn't make it," gathering the skirt of her dress up on her thighs and slipping her panties over her knees.

When they dropped to her ankles, she leaned down and picked them up and added:

"All wet; I really have to wash a couple now. These were the pair from the first day, before I knew that the others wouldn't last more than a day."

Her father had turned to the washbasin and was going. He chuckled and replied:

"Then maybe a good thing we're back here so soon."

"Mmmm! Yes, but not for that reason. Hm-hm-hmm! Or I could just go without."

"I don't want to think about what could happen then."

"I would just be more careful about going every time I could."

"Still bad. I've gotten accustomed to the line of your panties through your shorts, not just yours, so it was all right ..."

"You've been looking at other girls," she interjected.

"You said I could, didn't just to see if they weren't wearing bras."

"Hm-hmm! See any who weren't wearing panties?"

"Not that I can remember."

"My daddy, wanting to see if girls didn't have any underwear on."

"Not like he wants to see his Kitten without anything on."

"Mmmm! And especially her kitten."

"And not just see it!"

She hummed very warmly with a nod, and they hurried back to the room, beginning to undress on the way. She had her dress off before he could step out of his pants, and stood watching him. Then she chuckled softly and shifted her weight from one leg to the other, provocatively rocking her hips. He hummed with raised eyebrows and asked:

"Where did you learn that?"

"Just came to me. If I knew what belly dancing was like, I try that."

"Bad - good - enough, what you're doing."

"Ever see one?"

"Just in a film."

"That kind of film?"

"No, 'From Russia with Love', just a short scene."

"Oh, James Bond; what did she do?"

"Made her hips twitch, maybe like that, but faster."

She grinned and rocked her hips faster. He nodded, but replied:

"Even faster. Don't know how she did it, but it made the spangles on her hips flip up and down."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Can't do that; don't have anything on."

"I noticed, he replied, standing on one foot to raise the other one and take off a sock, as she turned and let him see her ass rocking.

She looked back at him with a smirk. When she saw him take off his other sock, she suddenly leaned down and smiled at him between her knees, seeing his surprised expression, that changed to smile, when she saw his eyes leave her face and look up at her ass and pussy.

She assumed that he didn't see her smile to herself; this was the way he had seen her, when he had said that he knew what he wanted to do, when they were back in the room. She snickered, and he looked back down at her face.

"Come here, kneel down, and let me see if we could have done that in the shower."

"Hmm! Probably," he murmured, immediately doing as she asked, his hands fondling her ass.

She chuckled as her hand reached around her leg and grasped his cock, hearing him then chuckling and murmuring:

"I thought so."

"Mmmm! It would work, and it already looked like it wanted to be held. You don't have to hold it when I'm around."

"And you don't have to play with store-bought cucumbers, when mines around."

"Hm-hmm! And won't want to," she replied, then rising up and saying:

"But we can't do it like that; I can't lean down like that any longer."

"Uhmmm, now I can't see it," he complained, his hands sliding around and holding her hipbones and drawing them closer together, then kissing and licking where his mouth touched her back.

"If I kneel on the bed?"

"Good idea!" he agreed and let her move towards the nearest.

She quickly flung back the covers. As she was getting her knees up on the bed, she noticed that he had been following her on his knees. When she dropped down on her hands, she rocked her ass and heard him hum with a chuckle and murmur: "Can see it again now. Just as good."

She looked down between her legs, and his hands grasped her hipbones again, as she saw him hunker down, seeing his neck. She moaned in anticipation, hearing him mutter: "pretty pink."

Her pussy went even wetter than it already was, but then she was startled. She felt his tongue on her asshole. Yes, he had also said that it was "pretty pink," and she seen that it was. It felt good, arousing. She moaned and rocked back, pressing her asshole against his tongue, inviting it to probe, moaning when it did. If he wanted to start there, good Daddy - as long as he didn't forget where else was pretty pink, maybe when it dripped. It felt like her pussy would.

Her head was still hanging down, and she glanced at her breasts, the first time she had seen them like that, wondering if they looked bigger or just more "very nice" with their aroused nipples, with shape they had this way.

What he was doing felt good, but enough of that. She dropped down on her elbows, hoping it turned her pussy up to suggest his tongue find it. Better Daddy! She felt his tongue slid down and probe between her pussy lips. She nodded vigorously with a moan and appreciated how much better it could probe there, almost like it was able to fuck her. That felt even better, more arousing, but she knew that was not going to give her the orgasm she wanted and knew that he did too, even though she knew from Marlie's pussy how could it felt for his tongue, how good it was tasting for him, hearing him moan. He loved to do it!

Then his hands drew her hips further back, past the edge of the bed, and his tongue left her opening and slid further forward. It was going to find where she was most sensitive! She moaned and pressed her hips further back, dropping her head and shoulders down on the bed and arching her back. She couldn't make her pussy more accessible to his tongue than that. He knew where she wanted to feel it.

God, she was aroused. Her panties hadn't been wet just from her having to go. They had been gone moist, when she had grasped that nice small cucumber, maybe before, when she had first found the cucumbers, or even before, when her father had been talking about them. All the time, in the back of her mind, she had been anticipating what they were doing, how he had said he wanted to do it.

And now he was! His tongue was there doing the most arousing things it could, where she was most arousable. She moaned again, a very aroused but also contented moan; she was confident that he was going to give it to her, her orgasm, and he was going to get her pussy juice right in his mouth - the sooner the better!

She lay there with her ass up, moaning, waiting for it to happen, feeling her legs twitch. Her short moans, between her aroused breaths changed to longer, pulsing ones, as she felt her pussy contracting. It wanted a cock to hold. She stopped breathing through her nose. With her mouth open, her pulsing moans sounded like whimpers. Soon! Please! Her thighs were quivering. Please!! She gasped, and her stomach muscles contracted sharply, and she felt clutching pussy flood.

"God, yes!" she blurted out, as her stomach drew in sharply again - finally! He was moaning with her, his tongue now trying to collect more of her pussy juice. Didn't he feel that the mouth of her pussy was still contracting? As good as it had been that way, it still wanted a cock to hold. Didn't he recognize that? She knew his cock was aroused; it wanted to be in her. Did she have to tell him?

She felt his hands slide up around her hips and press down. Thank God, he was standing up! She didn't have to tell him! He was pushing her further forward, raising her hips. Yes, stick it in, your cock, as big as my cucumbers. I've got to hold it again to compare them, but not now; just let my pussy hold it.

"Uhnnnn!" she moaned. It had plunged into her pussy in one swift thrust, his hips slapping against her ass, jolting her body. Finally something to hold, not just something, a twitching surging cock. It stayed deep in her, and he moaned when her pussy squeezed it, but only for a few seconds. Then it began to fuck. So much for the arousal of just feeling pussy and cock greeting each other again. Being fucked was even better, and he and his cock were, as hard and fast as they could, his cock thrusting so deep in her pussy, as his hips pounded on her ass. His hands were back grasping her hipbones to keep his hips from pushing her down on the bed, so hard he was fucking her: "Slap, slap, slap, ..."

Was she going to come again, already? When would he? She was going to! But he suddenly stopped fucking, his cock deep in her pussy, and moaned. She felt his cock twitch and surge. Didn't he want to yet?

"Can't help it," he murmured and began to ram his cock in and out her pussy, groaning. If he couldn't help it, she had to come with him. With another thrust in her pussy, he grunted. He was coming, but only after his following fucks, did she also have her orgasm. He dropped down over her, and his hands slid up, then slid on the sheet to get under her breasts and hold them.

God, they did it good, she thought, enjoying the weight of his body on her and the clasp of his hands around her breasts. But his cock was still in her pussy, and he had made her come twice, but he had only once. Could she want him to fuck her again? Could he? If he could come in her mouth and then in her pussy, he could. She wanted him to, and if he blamed her for wanting too much. Before his cock forgot where it was, and her pussy squeezed it, and it slipped out. It did squeeze it with her thought, but it was still in her, even responded. She moaned and murmured:

"It wants to again. I want to."

"Hmm, I'm not sure."

"I want to, try," she replied softly.

His hips rocked, and his cock moved in her. She nodded and murmured:

"It can; just make it want to."

"What you want?" he murmured, but continued to rock his hips.

She moaned; his cock was moving in her pussy; it could, and he was agreeing to try again. Did his squeezing her breasts confirm his agreement? His continuing to rock his hips did. She nodded with a moan and rocked her hips to help. His fingers were wanting to arouse her nipples. She raised her shoulders with her elbows, enough to let her breasts hang free over his hands. When his fingers then slid up around them, she remembered how they looked that way and wondered if his fingers recognized their different shape. Then she remembered that he could have seen them like that, when she was sitting on his cock, leaning over him. His cock? His hips had stopped moving, while they both were enjoying her breasts.

"Fuck," she insisted softly. His hips rocked again, and he rose up off her back, still holding her breasts. She nodded with an encouraging moan. His hips drew back slowly, just a little and then pressed back against her ass. They both hummed in recognition that his cock was still aroused enough, and he took another stroke, a little longer. They hummed again, and he took another one.

"It can," she murmured, and when he took a better one, she chuckled with another nod, and he squeezed her breasts and slowly took a few more, then stopped. She felt his cock twitch in her pussy and nodded again with a pleased moan, hearing him chuckle and murmur:

"You were right; I wasn't sure."

"Fucking right," she murmured, rocking her hips, but a little surprised at her choice of words.

But he only chuckled again and began to really fuck her, not as hard as before. She gave a long moan, and he squeezed her breasts again. She wanted to rub the front of her pussy, but her hands were up past her head. After a few more strokes and moans, she murmured: "Rub it."

Good Daddy! She hadn't forgotten that it was his cock fucking her pussy. His hand left her breast and slid down her stomach, and his fingers found where she wanted them to rub. She nodded with a better moan, and her elbows slid away, her shoulders back on the bed. His other hand slid from under her breast, and then he was fucking her, while his fingers rubbed.

How many times could she want to be fucked?! It was so good this way! And he was fucking her as hard as he had before, when he must have been desperate to have his orgasm, his cock so hard, after his tongue had given her hers, her pussy flushing in his face. Of course, it was going to take longer this time, but she could just lay there, moaning, as his cock thrust in her pussy, when his hips slapped against her ass.

But his fingers were arousing her like his tongue had, and now her pussy had something to hold! Fuck! She was going to come again! Again, her moans became uncontrolled whimpers, and then she gasped, and her body convulsed.

Another orgasm! But he hadn't had his, and his aroused cock wasn't letting him stop; she had to survive its continuing to plunge in her overflowing pussy! How could she? She had no choice; she had wanted him to fuck her again - for him - and he was. She continued to whimper. It was too much, but it still felt good! Fucking good! And he was groaning again; his cock wanted to come again - and now her pussy did!

He grunted, and her body convulse! After three or four more more grunts, he dropped down on her again and then almost brutally grasped her under her arms and heaved her further across the bed, and collapsed on her. She extended her legs, her knees dropping off the bed, and he was lying on her with his full weight. She felt his stomach rising and falling on her back. Under his weight, hers couldn't as much.

How long did they lie like that? She didn't know, when she finally recovered, only aware that his cock wasn't in her pussy. She rocked her ass up against his hips. He hummed, then murmured:

"You wanted me to."

She nodded, and he shoved himself back off her, kneeling on the floor and gathering up her legs and helping her lie the length of the bed. She rolled towards the wall to make space for him to join her, grasping his hand, when it slid over her and found her breast. They both moaned softly and were silent. She dozed off.

When she awoke, their hands had slid off her breast; he had also fallen asleep. She blinked her eyes open. It was still light outside, and not the early morning light, when they woke up like that. Then, in a rush, it came back to her: they had returned to their room after lunch and fucked like they never had before! Had she been anticipating that she could feel his cock, like she had that morning? Not after the way they had fucked, the way he had fucked her! She clasped his hand.

He sighed with a soft moan, and his forearm just held her a little closer. She didn't want to wake him up, hadn't intended to when she held his hand. After what he had done for her, he deserved his sleep. She recalled: he had licked her pussy to as good an orgasm as he could that way, and then fucked her. That could have been enough, but then she had wanted him to fuck her again, and he had, unfairly giving her an extra orgasm. Good, best Daddy! Involuntarily, her hand clasped his again.

This time, when he moaned, his hand touched her side at the mattress and then moved up on her breast and held it. She nodded with a soft hum. Her hand had followed his, and her fingers joined his in holding her breast. Then he repeated his words from before:

"You wanted me to."

"Didn't know it would be like that. I hope you wanted to, too."

"More than I knew I could."

"More than I knew I wanted."

"Something like that."

"Love in the Afternoon," he murmured, squeezing her breast.

She remembered the film and replied:

"Not with her father."

"Hmm? Shouldn't have mentioned that."

"Still bothers you? It doesn't me."

"Not really, just said it, since we have. The film title just came to me and seemed so appropriate. I wasn't thinking about the father-daughter in the film."

"There wasn't any."

"Thanks for reminding me," her father replied with another squeeze of her breast.

She held his hand and then rolled back against him. He moved back to make space for her to lie on her back, his hand still on her breast, then sliding over and holding the other one. He chuckled and remarked:

"I just have to hold them; not just 'very nice', the nicest one I've held."

"And the nicest hand to hold them, but that's not saying much: just Marlie's and her brother's."

"Still could be the nicest one, with three or three pairs having held them: nice, nicer, nicest."

Then really the nicest one, this one or the other one." "

"Hm-hmm! And they're not particular, both the nicest ones."

"They come in pairs."

He nodded with a chuckled and fondled her other breast again. She hummed, then after a moment said:

"I've had enough sightseeing for today."

"Me too."

"And we can just lie like this, till we want to go to dinner?"

"As long as you don't expect anything. At least that settles that neither of us is going to ask: ... "

"What do we want to do now," she said it with him, and they chuckled. She then added:

"I'm not, just love lying naked in bed with you, not falling asleep."

"We did."

"For how long?"

He looked at his wristwatch and chuckled, replying:

"It's nearly four; you can figure out how long we slept."

"Hmm! The shorter we slept, the longer we did."

"Or vice versa."