When he came home from work that evening he was 3 hours late. His
human face looked drawn and Haggard, and he had loosened his tie in order to
undo the top button on his shirt, and it hung at an Angle. She had
wanted to be mad at him, but she saw on his aspect how tired he was, and
she knew he must give birth had a bad day. When she heard the garage door
opening, she had popped his dusty dinner into the microwave, and as he
slumped down into a chair she set it in front end of him.

'' Hard day ? ``

'' Yeah. Long. '' He dug into the food, eating quickly but distractedly,
still thinking about some scene of the work 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 wine.

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

'' Because I like it. ``

He might birth protested further, but he just sighed and continued
eating. After a second she got up and poured another glass and placed
it down in movement of him. He looked up, his expression managing to
convey both sarcasm and thanks at the same time. He finished the food
and had a long taste of the wine, swirling it around in the glass
before leaning back against the professorship.

She walked around behind his chairperson and started to reach him a back-rub,
despite mild protest. They dwindled as she dug her fingers into his
neck and shoulders, working out hours of tension.

'' Tell 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 meter in a
row, random contingent that he knew she did n't care about. But he was
felicitous to humor her, if she wanted to pretend she cared, and besides,
it was good to consume somebody to bitch to. He blathered on while she
continued to rub his neck, and it did experience skillful. He felt tired enough
that the wine-colored started going to his heading, even though he had n't had
much. At one period 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 to the lowest degree
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 designs on his shoulders,
and they looped over to unwrap a few more buttons on his shirt. Did she
have to press so closely to him when she did that ?

'' dearest, you do n't postulate to give me a back rub, '' he said, shifting in
his seat a fiddling to move his head away from her. `` It 's very dessert of
you, but I 'm really stock anyway, I think I 'll head up to bed. '' She
did n't take her work force off his chest of drawers, and when he shifted they tickled
his chest hair's-breadth a little.

She objected, of course of instruction. 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 More than half an hour in
the break of day, while she 'd get together her things and leave for
school. She pulled him back to leaning against the chairman, digging her
fingers into his chest of drawers a piddling 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 sleep better if I can
play it out for you. ``

He smiled. As excuse went, it was a pretty unspoiled one. He relaxed
again and closed his eyes.

She felt him unbend under her fingers, and after a hour she again
started to describe roofy and pipeline on his back, stopping once to
scribble lightly. At this he groaned slightly, which made her get
her breath, but she kept on. It seemed tonight she had a pretty good
chance. She was going to try for it.

Slowly she worked her digit down the front of his cervix and a little
down his chest. When he did n't turn back her, she moved them in unison
down to his pap 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 tell, but she could also
William Tell he did n't know what was going on yet, so she played up to it a
bit more.

'' Daddy, I 'm just playing with you, '' she giggled, `` do n't overreact.
You 'd think I break up your car or something. '' She stepped up future to
him and draped her blazon around his neck. `` Besides, I thought you
might be falling deceased. '' She looked up at him, with her scoop ever
but-I'm-so-cute formulation, blinked her eyelids, and he smiled.

'' fountainhead, OK. Sorry, I 'm just snappy from work. ''

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

At the unexpected feel in his pants, he quickly shifted his hips
away from hers. What the inferno ? He really must be losing it. He
thought he was doing a becoming job since Karen left ; he and Samantha
were close, and he though she talked to him about most affair -- maybe
not everything, but more than he 'd ever shared with his dad. But the
close few years had been harder. He wished Karenic were still around to
deal with all this missy clobber. It made him uncomfortable to see Sam
growing into a woman, and a blasted good-looking one, at that. He knew
she was dating, and he should probably be talking to her about sex,
but he never knew how to start. And now this ! To be reacting to his
own girl '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 variety of circuit breaker in your body that stopped
you from having this kind of reaction ?

He could n't help himself from stealing a canary peek down her shirt as
she pulled away from the hug. She was wearing some nasty tank-top and
no bra, and the spinning top of her bosom were steadfastly and very visible.
Noticing her erect nipples pushing at the material, he felt another
twinge in his pant. To hide it he quickly turned around and started
walking away.

'' I 'm regretful, babe, I know we have n't spent often time together
recently. But I 'll relieve oneself some time this weekend. I promise. Tonight
I 'm just bushed. ''

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

She waited in her room and she heard him run the shower. She heard
him stop, and move around in his sleeping accommodation, and she saw the sparkle go
off. This is it, she thought to herself. Daddy or binge. She gave it
ten more minute of arc for him to light asleep, or at to the lowest degree get close. Then
she stripped off her pant so that she was down to her tank-top and
undies.

She tip-toed across the hall and quietly opened his chamber door. He
was lying on his side, facing away from her, and she walked over and
pulled up the top and slid into the bed next to him.

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

'' Nothing, Daddy. I 'm just feeling bad. I thought maybe I 'd persist here
with you tonight. '' She tried her best to arrive at her representative speech sound
inexperienced person and slightly scared. She knew he could never resist that.

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

Something good was happening. Something nice. He shifted around a
bit until he was flat on his binding. Then he woke up suddenly as he
realized the sensations were n't a dream. There was a hired hand on his
cock, tracing slack circles, and he instantly realized it was his
daughter's.

'' What the fuck ? '' he shouted, and half-jumped away. `` Savior, Sam,
what 's got into you ? '' He sat half up in bed and pulled the covers
over his erect cock, embarrassed and raging. He watched her pull
herself up to a sitting position and his Einstein raced as he tried to
build out what was going on.

'' Daddy, nothing 's gotten into me, '' she said. `` I just ... I just wanted
to allude you. I 'm not a little miss anymore, you know. I know you
want me to last out a girl forever, but there 's pressing, you know ?
And ... you love me, do n't you ? ``

'' Of form I love you ! But this is unlike and you know it. And
what do you intend, force per unit area ? ``

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

He was torn. Of course of action he did n't want to think her fucking some
random senior high schooltime kid in a car. What dad wants that ! But this was
faulty. You do n't learn about sex like this. He opened his back talk to
tell her to get back to her way, but before he could say a Logos she
leaned over and kissed him.

'' Please, Daddy. Please ? ``

She could sense he was weakening. It had been years since her mom had
walked out on them, and she knew he had n't dated at all, mostly for
her sake. Okay, she may ingest laid it on a little thick with the
'' learning '' bit ... she 'd had plenty of experience, far more than she
would ever acknowledge. But she thought this was the best scheme. She
kissed him again and moved her deal to his chest of drawers. He gave a
half-hearted push away, but with her leg across his, she could finger
that his body wanted her, even if he didn't.

She broke the buss and leaned over to his ear and whispered, `` I 'm not
going to recite anyone. It 'll be our footling secret. I promise.
Just ... relax. '' She kissed along his neck opening and moved her helping hand from his
chest down to his breadbasket. Yeah, he was old enough to be her dad ... he
WAS her dad ! But he had kept in good conformation and she could feel the
muscles underneath. `` baby, '' he said softly, `` I just do n't think ... I
mean, this is n't right ... you 're my daughter. '' But he did n't move away
and she knew she had won.

He could n't believe what was happening. God, it had been a long sentence
since he 'd had any hands on his body other than his own, and her back talk
was sweet and warm. But he could n't ! He tried to centralize on how
Brobdingnagian of a error this was, but suddenly she slid down under the
covering fire and took his hammer in her mouth and all his protest flew away.

She 'd wanted to do this for so long, she almost could n't curb
herself. But she held back, knowing the situation was still
delicate. She flicked her natural language up and down along his beautiful
midst lance -- even good than she 'd imagined it. She licked his shaft
until it was nice and wet and then brought one hand down to hold on at
the al-Qaeda. Then she took the head of his shaft fully into her mouth,
and she heard him groan. Sucking, lightly at firstly, she slowly moved
her bridge player up and down as she traced the top of his cock all over with
her clapper. At in conclusion she felt the tensity in his body recede as he
gave into her. `` That 's rightfield, dad, '' she whispered, just loud enough
for him to pick up from under the shroud. `` Let me suck you. Let me score
you feel right. ``

Then she began to really go at it in earnest. She gripped mingy
with her hand as she slid it up and down. She sucked at his cock like
it was the adept thing she 'd ever had in his mouth, and she moaned in
pleasance as she tasted his pre-cum. She licked at his pussy and then
in a sudden question, she pushed his rooster all the way in her oral cavity, down
her throat.

'' Oh Jesus, Sam, Jesus, '' he panted. His little girl was sucking his
cock like a pro. Somewhere in the back of his heading he realized this
could n't be the first off meter she 'd done this, but before the sentiment
could fully materialize she deep-throated him again and his brain
vaporized. He felt himself building up and started to pull away, but
she put both her hands on his pelvic girdle and pushed her rima oris down on his
cock.

'' the Nazarene, I 'm gon na do ! '' he managed to get out. But she did n't stop ;
in fact, she brought one mitt down to cup his balls. The sensation
pushed him over the sharpness and he felt himself starting to hail into her
strong sass. She kept her backtalk on his cock and he felt her throat
contract as she swallowed his load.

He could n't think for a minute, and then it all came to him : his
girl had just sucked him off ! He 'd follow in her mouth ! His brainpower
could n't even litigate it. He lay there for a arcminute, and then he
flicked off the natural covering so he could wait at her. She had a all-encompassing grin
on her face which he could n't translate. Was n't she tump over ? Ashamed ?
He could n't imagine what to say.

'' Thank you, Daddy. You ca n't recognize how foresightful 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 front of him and
slowly pulled off her tankful top. She knew she had in force breast -- the
boys at school day 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
reward. She straddled him, and watching his eyes watch her, she
began to fondle her breasts. She pinched a nipple and licked her
lips. `` Do n't you require to facilitate me ? '' she asked.

She was afraid he 'd gross out out again, but instead he lifted his arms
and slowly touched her breasts. At first he traced the bound, and
then he started grasping them toilsome, one in each paw. The intuitive feeling
gave her a charge and she felt her soundbox reacting. He twisted her
pap and she let out a low moan. `` Yes, pop, tinge me. Please,
tinge me more. ``

Encouraged by her row, he leaned over and took one nipple into his
mouth. He played his natural language across it, just like she 'd done with his
cock, flicking and sucking in turn. Her titty were perfect tense and firm
and her nipples were jutting out as if in invitation. Without really
thinking about it he let one handwriting skid down to her ass. Her pelt was
so liquid, god, and her small moans were beyond enticing. He felt
himself starting to get erect all over again. When was the last sentence
he 'd been hard again so soon ? College ? But god her organic structure was
fantastic. He moved his former hand to her ass as well, and grabbed
and stroked, allowing his fingers to slip down her snap. With her
knocker in his lip and his finger so close to her twat, he forgot
all about his conflicted conscience.

He knew she must be capable to feel his cock rising again ... she was
sitting practically right on it. He felt her shift so that he was
pressed up against her puss back talk, and he felt her wetness against his
skin. He moved his hands down farther, and let one digit slip into
her confection hole. sanctum god, he was touching his minuscule girlfriend 's puss,
and it felt amazing.

'' Yes, god, pop, 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 finger
into her cunt, driving it up as far as he could. She was so wet and
tight he wanted to fuck her correctly then. As if she read his mind, she
shifted her hips and reached down between his legs, grabbing his toilsome
turncock and positioning the tip rightfield at her pussy.

But she did n't move down. He looked up at her and she was looking
right into his eyes. She slid an infinitesimal amount of money down onto him,
and then pulled back up. The minuscule slut was teasing him ! She licked
her lips while looking right at him. Her hips made a trivial forget me drug
and he could feel her wetness starting to cover the top dog of his prick
as she twisted around and around.

'' Do you want to fuck me, Daddy ? Do you require to fuck your little girl ?
I 'll be a salutary female child 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 stab he
pushed himself into his daughter 's tight little twat. She screamed a
screaming of complete pleasure, and he began thrusting himself into her, the
warmth and wetness all he could sense.

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

'' Yes ! Please ! Keep fucking me ! '' she cried. She had never felt so
good. His shaft was huge and it filled her completely. She was
thrusting her hips up to get together him and she sensed his consistence tensing as
he got close.

'' ejaculate in me, Daddy, please, I want you to follow inside me. '' And she
raked her nails across his back. This pushed him over the border and he
began to spurt again and again into her soaked piddling snatch. She
gasped and he felt her pussy contract bridge around his peter, draining him of
every drop as she came. `` God, yes ! ``

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

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

And she walked out of his bedroom .