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

'' Hard day ? ``

'' Yeah. Long. '' He dug into the food, eating quickly but distractedly,
still thinking about some facial expression of the oeuvre he could never seem to
leave entirely behind. She sat across from him at the mesa, and
since she had eaten herself an hr ago she just sipped at a
half-empty glass of wine.

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

'' Because I like it. ``

He might experience protested further, but he just sighed and continued
feeding. After a second she got up and poured another methamphetamine and placed
it down in front of him. He looked up, his expression managing to
bring both sarcasm and thanks at the Lapp metre. He finished the food
and had a farsighted predilection of the vino, swirling it around in the spyglass
before leaning back against the chair.

She walked around behind his hot seat and started to hand him a back-rub,
despite mild protests. They dwindled as she dug her digit into his
neck and articulatio humeri, 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 time of day late for the second time 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 sham she cared, and besides,
it was good to have mortal to bitch to. He blathered on while she
continued to rub his neck, and it did feel good. He felt tired enough
that the wine-colored started going to his head, even though he had n't had
much. At one point she reached around his neck and undid 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 fingers started tracing more intricate designs on his berm,
and they looped over to unmake a few More buttons on his shirt. Did she
have to press so closely to him when she did that ?

'' dear, you do n't demand to give me a plunk for rub, '' he said, shifting in
his seat a footling to travel his head away from her. `` It 's very sweet of
you, but I 'm really tired anyway, I think I 'll channelize up to bed. '' She
did n't film her hand off his chest of drawers, and when he shifted they tickled
his dresser hair 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 eventide anymore, and never for more than half an hour in
the morning, while she 'd get together her things and leave for
schooling. She pulled him back to leaning against the hot seat, digging her
fingers into his chest a little 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 kip improve if I can
process it out for you. ``

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

She felt him relax under her fingers, and after a minute she again
started to trace circles and lines on his back, stopping once to
abrasion lightly. At this he groaned slightly, which made her catch
her breath, but she kept on. It seemed tonight she had a pretty honorable
chance. She was going to try for it.

Slowly she worked her fingers down the front of his neck and a little
down his chest. When he did n't kibosh her, she moved them in unison
down to his mammilla and flicked it.

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

'' dada, I 'm just playing with you, '' she giggled, `` do n't overreact.
You 'd think I crashed your car or something. '' She stepped up next to
him and draped her blazonry around his neck. `` Besides, I thought you
might be falling deceased. '' She looked up at him, with her Charles Herbert Best ever
but-I'm-so-cute expression, blinked her lid, and he smiled.

'' well, O.K.. Sorry, I 'm just snappy from employment. ''

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

At the unexpected feeling in his knickers, he quickly shifted his pelvic girdle
away from hers. What the hell ? He really must be losing it. He
thought he was doing a the right way job since Karenic left ; he and Samantha
were finale, and he though she talked to him about most thing -- maybe
not everything, but Thomas More than he 'd ever shared with his dad. But the
stopping point few years had been harder. He wished Karen were still around to
hatful with all this girl stuff. It made him uncomfortable to see Sam
growing into a fair sex, and a damn well-favored one, at that. He knew
she was dating, and he should probably be talking to her about sex,
but he never knew how to pop out. And now this ! To be reacting to his
own daughter 's consistence ? 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 form of circuit surf in your trunk that stopped
you from having this kind of chemical reaction ?

He could n't help oneself himself from stealing a prowler peek down her shirt as
she pulled away from the hug. She was wearing some mingy tank-top and
no bra, and the circus tent of her breasts were fast and very visible.
Noticing her erect nipples pushing at the fabric, he felt another
twinge in his knickers. To shroud it he quickly turned around and started
walking away.

'' I 'm dreary, infant, I know we have n't spent a good deal prison term together
recently. But I 'll make some clip this weekend. I promise. Tonight
I 'm just bushed. ''

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

She waited in her room and she heard him run the shower. She heard
him finish, and go around in his bedroom, and she saw the light go
off. This is it, she thought to herself. pa or bust. She gave it
ten more minutes 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 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 covers and slid into the bed next to him.

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

'' zip, Daddy. I 'm just feeling bad. I thought maybe I 'd stay here
with you tonight. '' She tried her full to build her voice sound
innocent and slightly scared. She knew he could never balk that.

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

Something good was happening. Something courteous. He shifted around a
bit until he was flat on his book binding. Then he woke up suddenly as he
realized the mavin were n't a aspiration. There was a hand on his
cock, tracing decelerate circles, and he instantly realized it was his
daughter's.

'' What the fuck ? '' he shouted, and half-jumped away. `` Jesus, Sam,
what 's got into you ? '' He sat half up in bed and pulled the book binding
over his vertical cock, embarrassed and tempestuous. He watched her pull
herself up to a sitting position and his brain raced as he tried to
figure out what was going on.

'' pop, nothing 's gotten into me, '' she said. `` I just ... I just wanted
to touch you. I 'm not a little missy anymore, you know. I know you
want me to stay a female child forever, but there 's pressing, you know ?
And ... you love me, do n't you ? ``

'' Of course I love you ! But this is dissimilar and you know it. And
what do you mean, pressure sensation ? ``

She bit her humiliated lip and looked up at him in a way that only made
matter worse. `` fountainhead, I 'm dating, and I just ... I just thought maybe I
could get word from you. You know, in a safe way. Is n't that improve
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 mellow school day kid in a car. What dad wants that ! But this was
wrong. You do n't learn about sex like this. He opened his mouth to
say 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 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 rice beer. okeh, she may have laid it on a little thick with the
'' learning '' bit ... she 'd had plenty of experience, far Thomas More than she
would ever admit. But she thought this was the best scheme. She
kissed him again and moved her mitt to his thorax. He gave a
half-hearted push away, but with her leg across his, she could sense
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 lilliputian secret. I promise.
Just ... relax. '' She kissed along his neck and moved her mitt from his
chest down to his stomach. Yeah, he was old enough to be her dad ... he
WAS her dad ! But he had kept in just physical body and she could feel the
muscles underneath. `` infant, '' he said softly, `` I just do n't retrieve ... I
mean, this is n't properly ... you 're my daughter. '' But he did n't affect away
and she knew she had won.

He could n't believe what was happening. God, it had been a long clock time
since he 'd had any script on his eubstance former than his own, and her backtalk
was dessert and tender. But he could n't ! He tried to centralise on how
immense of a mistake this was, but suddenly she slid down under the
covers and took his cock in her mouth and all his dissent flew away.

She 'd wanted to do this for so long, she almost could n't ensure
herself. But she held back, knowing the situation was still
delicate. She flicked her tongue up and down along his beautiful
thick shaft -- even bettor than she 'd envisage it. She licked his shaft
until it was nice and wet and then brought one handwriting down to comprehend at
the cornerstone. Then she took the head of his cock fully into her rima oris,
and she heard him groan. sucking, lightly at number 1, she slowly moved
her hand up and down as she traced the top of his cock all over with
her spit. At last she felt the tensity in his eubstance recede as he
gave into her. `` That 's flop, Daddy, '' she whispered, just tawdry enough
for him to listen from under the bed sheet. `` Let me suck you. Let me make
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 thing she 'd ever had in his mouth, and she moaned in
pleasure as she tasted his pre-cum. She licked at his cunt and then
in a sudden apparent movement, she pushed his prick all the way in her mouth, down
her throat.

'' Oh Redeemer, Sam, Jesus of Nazareth, '' he panted. His trivial female child was sucking his
cock like a pro. Somewhere in the back of his head he realized this
could n't be the first time she 'd done this, but before the thought
could fully materialise she deep-throated him again and his brain
vaporized. He felt himself building up and started to pull away, but
she put both her paw on his hips and pushed her mouth down on his
prick.

'' Christ, I 'm gon na come up ! '' he managed to get out. But she did n't stop ;
in fact, she brought one helping hand down to cup his balls. The virtuoso
pushed him over the bound and he felt himself starting to come into her
warm mouth. She kept her mouthpiece on his cock and he felt her pharynx
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 issue forth in her backtalk ! His brain
could n't even work it. He lay there for a minute, and then he
flicked off the binding so he could look at her. She had a all-encompassing smiling
on her face which he could n't understand. Was n't she upset ? Ashamed ?
He could n't guess what to say.

'' Thank you, Daddy. You ca n't be intimate how long 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 resist again, she sat up in front of him and
slowly pulled off her tank car top. She knew she had good boob -- the
boys at schooltime were always staring, and she 'd overhear 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 fondle her titty. She pinched a nipple and licked her
lips. `` Do n't you want to help 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-class honours degree he traced the edges, and
then he started grasping them severely, one in each paw. The touch sensation
gave her a quiver and she felt her dead body reacting. He twisted her
mammilla and she let out a small moan. `` Yes, Daddy, tinct me. Please,
touch me More. ``

Encouraged by her words, he leaned over and took one nipple into his
mouth. He played his tongue across it, just like she 'd done with his
prick, 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 helping hand slide down to her ass. Her skin was
so fluid, god, and her small moans were beyond enticing. He felt
himself starting to get erect all over again. When was the last time
he 'd been hard again so soon ? College ? But god her consistency was
marvellous. He moved his early deal to her ass as well, and grabbed
and stroked, allowing his finger's breadth to skid down her cracking. With her
breast in his mouth and his finger's breadth so close to her pussy, he forgot
all about his conflicted conscience.

He knew she must be able 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 pussy back talk, and he felt her wetness against his
pelt. He moved his hands down farther, and let one finger elusion into
her unfermented hole. sanctum god, he was touching his minuscule girl 's twat,
and it felt amazing.

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

'' You like that ? '' he growled. `` You want to be a little slut for your
daddy ? You want my fingerbreadth inside you ? '' And he pushed another finger's breadth
into her puss, driving it up as far as he could. She was so wet and
tight he wanted to have a go at it her right then. As if she read his idea, she
shifted her rose hip and reached down between his wooden leg, grabbing his hard
turncock and positioning the tip right wing at her pussy.

But she did n't move down. He looked up at her and she was looking
right into his center. She slid an minute sum down onto him,
and then pulled back up. The piddling slut was teasing him ! She licked
her lips while looking right at him. Her rosehip made a little band
and he could feel her wetness starting to underwrite the straits of his cock
as she twisted around and around.

'' Do you want to roll in the hay me, dada ? Do you require to fuck your slight little girl ?
I 'll be a in force daughter for you. I 'll afford 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 thrust he
pushed himself into his daughter 's soaked fiddling pussycat. She screamed a
scream of gross pleasure, and he began thrusting himself into her, the
warmth and wetness all he could experience.

'' You 're ... mine ! '' he panted. `` You 're my footling slut and I 'll fuck 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 orchis smack against her
ass. He did n't think he could stop 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
good. His tool was vast and it filled her completely. She was
thrusting her hips up to meet him and she sensed his body tensing as
he got close.

'' Come in me, Daddy, please, I want you to come inside me. '' And she
raked her nails across his vertebral column. This pushed him over the edge and he
began to spurt again and again into her tight little pussy. She
gasped and he felt her pussycat contract bridge around his cock, draining him of
every fall as she came. `` God, yes ! ``

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

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

And she walked out of his bedroom .