When he came home from study that evening he was 3 hour late. His
face looked drawn and haggard, and he had loosened his tie in order to
undo the top push on his shirt, and it hung at an angle. She had
wanted to be mad at him, but she saw on his fount how tired he was, and
she knew he must bear had a bad day. When she heard the garage door
opening, she had popped his frigid dinner into the microwave, and as he
slumped down into a electric chair she set it in front of him.

'' Hard day ? ``

'' Yeah. Long. '' He dug into the food for thought, eating quickly but distractedly,
still thinking about some scene of the employment he could never look to
leave entirely behind. She sat across from him at the table, and
since she had eaten herself an hour ago she just sipped at a
half-empty glass of vino.

'' Why are you drinking that ? '' he asked, eyeing the trash
disapprovingly.

'' Because I like it. ``

He might have protested further, but he just sighed and continued
eating. After a moment she got up and poured another glass and placed
it down in front of him. He looked up, his reflexion managing to
communicate both sarcasm and thanks at the same time. He finished the food
and had a longsighted taste of the wine, swirling it around in the glass
before leaning back against the chair.

She walked around behind his chairman and started to give him a back-rub,
despite modest objection. They dwindled as she dug her fingers into his
neck opening and shoulders, working out hours of tension.

'' recite me about your day, '' she said, continuing to rub. He took
another sip and began to talk.

He started telling her about contracts that had fallen through, an
employee who had showed up over an hour late for the second prison term in a
row, random inside information that he knew she did n't manage about. But he was
happy to humor her, if she wanted to hazard she cared, and besides,
it was good to experience individual to holler to. He blathered on while she
continued to rub his neck, and it did feel estimable. He felt jade enough
that the wine started going to his psyche, even though he had n't had
much. At one point she reached around his neck and loosen his tie,
drawing it slowly off his neck, and he almost stopped her ; it felt
like she did it impudently, and besides, he remembered that he should
be mad that she was drinking. Dammit, when he was a kid, you at least
tried to hide your drinking from your parents. But he did n't say
anything. He was too tired.

Her finger started tracing more intricate designing on his shoulder,
and they looped over to undo a few more push on his shirt. Did she
have to adjure so closely to him when she did that ?

'' Honey, you do n't necessitate to give me a back rub, '' he said, shifting in
his seat a little to make a motion his nous away from her. `` It 's very sweet of
you, but I 'm really tired anyway, I think I 'll steer up to bed. '' She
did n't take her manpower off his chest, and when he shifted they tickled
his chest tomentum a little.

She objected, of class. She was always pouting at him if
he went to bed right away, and he did feel bad ; he almost never saw
her in the evenings anymore, and never for Sir Thomas More than half an hour in
the daybreak, while she 'd get together her thing and leave for
school. She pulled him back to leaning against the death chair, digging her
fingers into his chest a fiddling and chastising him as she did.

'' Dad, I never get to see you anymore. Besides, you have a lot of
tension in your back right now, and you 'll catch some Z's better if I can
shape it out for you. ``

He smiled. As self-justification went, it was a pretty good one. He relaxed
again and closed his eyes.

She felt him decompress under her digit, and after a mo she again
started to trace band and telephone line on his dorsum, stopping once to
mark lightly. At this he groaned slightly, which made her catch up with
her breath, but she kept on. It seemed tonight she had a pretty good
opportunity. She was going to try for it.

Slowly she worked her fingers down the battlefront of his neck opening and a petty
down his bureau. When he did n't stop her, she moved them in unison
down to his mamilla and flicked it.

'' Hey ! '' he said, and stood up out of the chair quickly. `` What do you
think you 're doing ? '' He was upset, she could state, but she could also
tell he did n't know what was going on yet, so she played up to it a
bit more.

'' pop, I 'm just playing with you, '' she giggled, `` do n't overreact.
You 'd mean I break apart your car or something. '' She stepped up next to
him and draped her implements of war around his neck. `` Besides, I thought you
might be falling deceased. '' She looked up at him, with her best ever
but-I'm-so-cute expression, blinked her lid, and he smiled.

'' well, okay. Sorry, I 'm just snappy from work. ''

'' I know, '' she said, and hugged him tightly. She made for sure to press
against his chest softly but deliberately. She stood on tip-toe for a
sec, and gave him a feathery kiss on his neck opening. Moments before he
pulled away, she felt a twinge in his gasp and knew it was going to
work.

At the unexpected feeling in his pants, he quickly shifted his hips
away from hers. What the nether region ? He really must be losing it. He
thought he was doing a decent job since Karenic left ; he and Samantha
were close, and he though she talked to him about most things -- maybe
not everything, but Sir Thomas More than he 'd ever shared with his dad. But the
close few old age had been harder. He wished Karen were still around to
good deal with all this girl material. It made him uncomfortable to see Sam
growing into a woman, and a maledict well-favoured one, at that. He knew
she was dating, and he should probably be talking to her about sex,
but he never knew how to bulge out. And now this ! To be reacting to his
own daughter 's body ? Yes, she 'd started to fill out quite nicely, and
yeah, he looked occasionally -- what guy would n't ? But was n't there
supposed to be some sort of electric circuit breaker in your consistency that stopped
you from having this kind of reaction ?

He could n't avail himself from stealing a sneak peek down her shirt as
she pulled away from the hug. She was wearing some rigorous tank-top and
no bra, and the tops of her breasts were solid and very visible.
Noticing her erect pap pushing at the cloth, he felt another
twinge in his drawers. To hide it he quickly turned around and started
walking away.

'' I 'm grim, baby, I know we have n't spent a great deal time together
recently. But I 'll make some prison term this weekend. I promise. Tonight
I 'm just bushed. ''

No, he was leaving too soon ! She had n't had clock time to really try
something. But before she could react, he 'd go out the room. Okay,
clip for a new plan.

She waited in her room and she heard him run the exhibitor. She heard
him wind up, and move around in his bedchamber, and she saw the light go
off. This is it, she thought to herself. dada or binge. She gave it
ten more min for him to fall asleep, or at least get close. Then
she stripped off her pants so that she was down to her tank-top and
undies.

She tip-toed across the student residence and quietly opened his sleeping room room access. He
was lying on his slope, facing away from her, and she walked over and
pulled up the covers and slid into the bed next to him.

'' Wha ? '' He said, groggily, and he rolled towards her.

'' Nothing, papa. I 'm just feeling bad. I thought maybe I 'd remain here
with you tonight. '' She tried her best to make her voice sound
innocent and slightly scared. She knew he could never resist that.

'' wellspring, okay, I guess, '' he said, and she nuzzled into him, throwing one
leg over his. Her boob were pushed against his incline and her head
fit nicely on his chest. She stayed still for a while until he
started to doze off again.

Something safe was happening. Something gracious. He shifted around a
bit until he was flat on his back. Then he woke up suddenly as he
realized the sensation were n't a dream. There was a hand on his
cock, tracing dumb roach, and he instantly realized it was his
daughter's.

'' What the fuck ? '' he shouted, and half-jumped away. `` Saviour, Sam,
what 's got into you ? '' He sat half up in bed and pulled the cover charge
over his tumid putz, embarrassed and furious. He watched her drag
herself up to a sitting location and his brain raced as he tried to
image out what was going on.

'' daddy, nil 's gotten into me, '' she said. `` I just ... I just wanted
to match you. I 'm not a little daughter anymore, you know. I know you
want me to persist a young woman forever, but there 's pressure, you know ?
And ... you love me, do n't you ? ``

'' Of course I love you ! But this is different and you know it. And
what do you signify, force per unit area ? ``

She bit her lower lip and looked up at him in a way that only made
matter worse. `` Well, I 'm dating, and I just ... I just thought maybe I
could con from you. You know, in a prophylactic way. Is n't that intimately
than doing it with some guy in the backseat of a car ? ``

He was torn. Of course he did n't want to imagine her fucking some
random high school kid in a car. What dad wants that ! But this was
improper. You do n't get wind about sex like this. He opened his mouth to
tell her to get back to her way, but before he could say a word she
leaned over and kissed him.

'' Please, Daddy. Please ? ``

She could smell out he was weakening. It had been eld since her mom had
walked out on them, and she knew he had n't dated at all, mostly for
her saki. Okay, she may have laid it on a little thick with the
'' learning '' bit ... she 'd had muckle of experience, far more than she
would ever admit. But she thought this was the trump strategy. She
kissed him again and moved her hand to his breast. He gave a
lukewarm push away, but with her leg across his, she could feel
that his body wanted her, even if he didn't.

She broke the kiss and leaned over to his ear and whispered, `` I 'm not
going to tell anyone. It 'll be our little secret. I promise.
Just ... relax. '' She kissed along his neck and moved her hand from his
chest down to his abdomen. Yeah, he was old enough to be her dad ... he
WAS her dad ! But he had kept in expert shape and she could palpate the
muscles underneath. `` Baby, '' he said softly, `` I just do n't think ... I
mean, this is n't right ... you 're my girl. '' But he did n't incite away
and she knew she had won.

He could n't trust what was happening. God, it had been a tenacious time
since he 'd had any hands on his physical structure other than his own, and her sass
was scented and affectionate. But he could n't ! He tried to centralise on how
immense of a mistake this was, but suddenly she slid down under the
cover song and took his cock in her oral cavity and all his protest flew away.

She 'd wanted to do this for so long, she almost could n't master
herself. But she held back, knowing the situation was still
delicate. She flicked her tongue up and down along his beautiful
thick dig -- even sound than she 'd imagine it. She licked his shaft
until it was nice and wet and then brought one hand down to grasp at
the base. Then she took the head teacher of his rooster fully into her back talk,
and she heard him moan. Sucking, lightly at first off, she slowly moved
her hand up and down as she traced the top of his rooster all over with
her tongue. At go she felt the stress in his body recede as he
gave into her. `` That 's right, papa, '' she whispered, just flashy enough
for him to hear from under the shroud. `` Let me breastfeed you. Let me hit
you feel good. ``

Then she began to really go at it in earnest. She gripped tighter
with her hand as she slid it up and down. She sucked at his cock like
it was the best affair she 'd ever had in his mouth, and she moaned in
pleasance as she tasted his pre-cum. She licked at his slit and then
in a sudden motion, she pushed his cock all the way in her oral fissure, down
her throat.

'' Oh Saviour, Sam, Jesus, '' he panted. His slight daughter was sucking his
shaft like a pro. Somewhere in the back of his head he realized this
could n't be the foremost time she 'd done this, but before the thinking
could fully happen she deep-throated him again and his brain
vaporized. He felt himself building up and started to commit away, but
she put both her handwriting on his rose hip and pushed her mouth down on his
cock.

'' Jesus, I 'm gon na come ! '' he managed to get out. But she did n't stop ;
in fact, she brought one hand down to cup his balls. The sensation
pushed him over the edge and he felt himself starting to come into her
tender mouth. She kept her oral cavity on his cock and he felt her throat
declaration as she swallowed his onus.

He could n't think for a minute, and then it all came to him : his
daughter had just sucked him off ! He 'd come in in her mouth ! His mental capacity
could n't even march it. He lay there for a minute, and then he
flicked off the covers so he could look at her. She had a all-embracing grinning
on her face which he could n't realize. Was n't she untune ? Ashamed ?
He could n't think what to say.

'' Thank you, pa. You ca n't know how farseeing I 've wanted that. ''

He just gawked at her. She wanted this ? She 'd seduced him ! What was
going on ?

Before he could start to protest again, she sat up in figurehead of him and
slowly pulled off her armored combat vehicle top. She knew she had good breasts -- the
boys at school were always staring, and she 'd caught her dad checking
them out once or twice, as well. She was n't above using them to her
advantage. She straddled him, and watching his eyes watch her, she
began to caress her breasts. She pinched a mamilla and licked her
lips. `` Do n't you require to assist me ? '' she asked.

She was afraid he 'd freak out out again, but instead he lifted his arms
and slowly touched her breasts. At beginning he traced the bound, and
then he started grasping them unvoiced, one in each hired hand. The tactile sensation
gave her a tingle and she felt her body reacting. He twisted her
nipple and she let out a pocket-size moan. `` Yes, Daddy, allude me. Please,
tinct me to a greater extent. ``

Encouraged by her Scripture, he leaned over and took one nipple into his
mouth. He played his tongue across it, just like she 'd done with his
turncock, flicking and sucking in turn. Her breasts were perfect and firm
and her nipples were jutting out as if in invitation. Without really
thinking about it he let one hand slide down to her ass. Her pelt was
so smooth, god, and her pocket-sized groan were beyond enticing. He felt
himself starting to get put up all over again. When was the last time
he 'd been hard again so soon ? College ? But god her body was
rattling. He moved his other hand to her ass as well, and grabbed
and stroked, allowing his finger's breadth to skid down her crack. With her
tit in his mouth and his finger's breadth so close to her pussycat, he forgot
all about his conflicted sense of right and wrong.

He knew she must be able to palpate his cock rising again ... she was
sitting practically right on it. He felt her transformation so that he was
pressed up against her pussy lips, and he felt her wetness against his
tegument. He moved his deal down farther, and let one finger slip into
her sweet gob. Holy god, he was touching his little girl 's cunt,
and it felt amazing.

'' Yes, god, Daddy, please, do that, '' she gasped, and her low excited
voice turned him on even more.

'' You like that ? '' he growled. `` You want to be a little loose woman for your
daddy ? You want my finger's breadth inside you ? '' And he pushed another digit
into her cunt, driving it up as far as he could. She was so wet and
tight he wanted to fuck her decently then. As if she read his intellect, she
shifted her hips and reached down between his legs, grabbing his toilsome
stopcock and positioning the tip right at her twat.

But she did n't move down. He looked up at her and she was looking
right into his eye. She slid an infinitesimal total down onto him,
and then pulled back up. The short fornicatress was teasing him ! She licked
her lips while looking right at him. Her rosehip made a little roofy
and he could finger her wetness starting to cover up the head of his rooster
as she twisted around and around.

'' Do you require to eff me, pa ? Do you want to fuck your lilliputian girl ?
I 'll be a good missy for you. I 'll give you everything. ``

Later he thought maybe he went insane from desire. He grabbed her and
flipped her over onto the bed on her back, and in one smooth knife thrust he
pushed himself into his daughter 's tight little pussy. She screamed a
screech of virgin pleasure, and he began thrusting himself into her, the
warmth and wetness all he could finger.

'' You 're ... mine ! '' he panted. `` You 're my footling slut and I 'll get laid you
so hard you wo n't know what happened. This pussy is mine, it belongs
to me ! '' And with every statement he thrust into her harder, burying
himself into her teenage cunt, feeling his balls slap against her
ass. He did n't think he could arrest now even if she told him to, but
she was n't telling him to ! She wanted it !

'' Yes ! Please ! hold fucking me ! '' she cried. She had never felt so
respectable. His stopcock was huge and it filled her completely. She was
thrusting her hip joint up to encounter him and she sensed his body tensing as
he got close.

'' seminal fluid in me, pappa, please, I want you to come inside me. '' And she
raked her nails across his back. This pushed him over the edge and he
began to forge again and again into her tight footling pussy. She
gasped and he felt her pussy contract around his shaft, draining him of
every drop curtain as she came. `` God, yes ! ``

He collapsed on top of her, amazed and emptied. After a minute, he
rolled off of her, exhausted. Slowly realness returned to him and he
could n't believe what had happened. `` Are you okay ? '' he asked her.

'' I 've never been happier. '' She slowly pulled herself out of the bed.
'' Thank you, papa. And hey, '' she whispered, moving close to his ear,
'' maybe next time you can come on my tits. ``

And she walked out of his chamber .