When he came base from employment that evening he was 3 hr late. His
face looked drawn and Rider 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 face how tired he was, and
she knew he must have had a bad day. When she heard the service department door
opening, she had popped his cold dinner party into the microwave oven, and as he
slumped down into a chairman she set it in strawman of him.

'' Hard day ? ``

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

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

'' Because I like it. ``

He might have protested foster, but he just sighed and continued
eating. After a moment she got up and poured another chicken feed and placed
it down in front 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 yearn predilection of the wine, swirling it around in the trash
before leaning back against the chair.

She walked around behind his chair and started to return him a back-rub,
despite mild protests. They dwindled as she dug her fingers into his
neck and shoulder, working out hour 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 2d time in a
row, random details that he knew she did n't care about. But he was
happy to humor her, if she wanted to pretend she cared, and besides,
it was beneficial to possess someone to bitch to. He blathered on while she
continued to rub his neck, and it did find good. He felt wear down enough
that the wine-coloured started going to his head, even though he had n't had
much. At one compass point she reached around his neck and undid his tie,
drawing it slowly off his neck opening, 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 fingerbreadth started tracing more intricate excogitation on his shoulder,
and they looped over to undo a few more push button on his shirt. Did she
have to press so closely to him when she did that ?

'' beloved, you do n't postulate to return me a back rub, '' he said, shifting in
his seat a little to move his headland away from her. `` It 's very sugariness of
you, but I 'm really tired anyway, I think I 'll steer up to bed. '' She
did n't take her hands off his chest, and when he shifted they tickled
his chest haircloth a little.

She objected, of course. She was always pouting at him if
he went to bed properly away, and he did feel bad ; he almost never saw
her in the even anymore, and never for more than half an hour in
the morning, while she 'd get together her affair and leave for
school. She pulled him back to leaning against the chair, digging her
finger into his chest a slight 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
ferment it out for you. ``

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

She felt him relax under her fingers, and after a minute she again
started to trace set and rail line on his back, stopping once to
clams lightly. At this he groaned slightly, which made her take in
her breathing space, but she kept on. It seemed this night she had a pretty good
chance. She was going to try for it.

Slowly she worked her fingers down the figurehead of his neck and a little
down his chest. When he did n't stop her, she moved them in unison
down to his nipple 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 fuck what was going on yet, so she played up to it a
bit more.

'' dad, I 'm just playing with you, '' she giggled, `` do n't overreact.
You 'd suppose I crashed your car or something. '' She stepped up future to
him and draped her arms around his cervix. `` Besides, I thought you
might be falling numb. '' She looked up at him, with her in force ever
but-I'm-so-cute expression, blinked her eyelids, and he smiled.

'' fountainhead, okey. Sorry, I 'm just alert from work. ''

'' I know, '' she said, and hugged him tightly. She made sure to press
against his breast softly but deliberately. She stood on tip-toe for a
indorse, and gave him a feathery kiss 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 feeling in his drawers, he quickly shifted his rose hip
away from hers. What the underworld ? He really must be losing it. He
thought he was doing a decent job since Karen left ; he and Samantha
were close, and he though she talked to him about well-nigh things -- maybe
not everything, but Thomas More than he 'd ever shared with his dad. But the
finis few years had been harder. He wished Karen were still around to
business deal with all this girl stuff and nonsense. It made him uncomfortable to see Sam
growing into a woman, and a tinker's dam 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 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 lap breaker in your body that stopped
you from having this sort of reaction ?

He could n't help oneself himself from stealing a sneak peek down her shirt as
she pulled away from the hug. She was wearing some fast tank-top and
no bra, and the crown of her breasts were firm and very visible.
Noticing her vertical teat pushing at the fabric, he felt another
pang in his drawers. To hide it he quickly turned around and started
walking away.

'' I 'm sorry, babe, I know we have n't spent much time together
recently. But I 'll score some prison term 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 react, he 'd exit the room. OK,
clip for a new plan.

She waited in her elbow room and she heard him run the exhibitor. She heard
him finish, and move around in his sleeping room, and she saw the unaccented go
off. This is it, she thought to herself. Daddy or bust. She gave it
ten more mo 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 bedroom 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.

'' Nothing, Daddy. I 'm just feeling bad. I thought maybe I 'd stay here
with you tonight. '' She tried her best to make her voice sound
innocent 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 English and her head
fit nicely on his chest of drawers. She stayed still for a piece until he
started to doze off again.

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

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

'' Daddy, null 's gotten into me, '' she said. `` I just ... I just wanted
to touch you. I 'm not a little girl anymore, you know. I know you
want me to delay a miss 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 mean, force per unit area ? ``

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

He was torn. Of class he did n't want to imagine her fucking some
random heights schooling 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
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 sense 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 rice beer. okay, she may throw laid it on a picayune thick with the
'' learning '' bit ... she 'd had plenty of experience, far Sir Thomas More than she
would ever acknowledge. But she thought this was the best strategy. She
kissed him again and moved her hand to his chest. He gave a
half-hearted energy away, but with her leg across his, she could feel
that his consistence wanted her, even if he didn't.

She broke the candy kiss and leaned over to his ear and whispered, `` I 'm not
going to differentiate anyone. It 'll be our petty secret. I promise.
Just ... relax. '' She kissed along his neck and moved her hand from his
chest down to his venter. Yeah, he was old enough to be her dad ... he
WAS her dad ! But he had kept in good shape and she could palpate the
muscles underneath. `` child, '' 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 meter
since he 'd had any men on his trunk former than his own, and her mouth
was odoriferous and warm. But he could n't ! He tried to concentrate on how
huge of a mistake this was, but suddenly she slid down under the
screening and took his cock in her oral fissure and all his protestation flew away.

She 'd wanted to do this for so long, she almost could n't control
herself. But she held back, knowing the state of affairs was still
delicate. She flicked her tongue up and down along his beautiful
thick dick -- even better than she 'd think it. She licked his slam
until it was nice and wet and then brought one hand down to dig at
the base. Then she took the header of his prick fully into her oral fissure,
and she heard him groan. sucking, lightly at first, she slowly moved
her hand up and down as she traced the top of his hammer all over with
her tongue. At hold out she felt the tenseness in his body recede as he
gave into her. `` That 's the right way, pop, '' she whispered, just loud enough
for him to take heed from under the shroud. `` Let me suck you. Let me make
you feel good. ``

Then she began to really go at it in earnest. She gripped sozzled
with her hand as she slid it up and down. She sucked at his cock like
it was the best matter she 'd ever had in his mouthpiece, and she moaned in
pleasure as she tasted his pre-cum. She licked at his snatch and then
in a sudden move, she pushed his cock all the way in her mouth, down
her throat.

'' Oh Jesus, Sam, Christ, '' he panted. His little girl was sucking his
stopcock like a pro. Somewhere in the back of his read/write head he realized this
could n't be the firstly fourth dimension she 'd done this, but before the sentiment
could fully materialize she deep-throated him again and his mind
vaporized. He felt himself building up and started to root for away, but
she put both her helping hand on his hips and pushed her mouth down on his
cock.

'' Jesus, I 'm gon na hail ! '' he managed to get out. But she did n't stop ;
in fact, she brought one bridge player down to cup his Lucille Ball. The sensation
pushed him over the edge and he felt himself starting to come into her
warm mouth. She kept her mouth on his cock and he felt her throat
contract as she swallowed his load.

He could n't think for a arcminute, and then it all came to him : his
girl had just sucked him off ! He 'd come in her mouth ! His nous
could n't even process it. He lay there for a bit, and then he
flicked off the covers so he could look at her. She had a spacious smiling
on her look which he could n't sympathise. Was n't she upset ? Ashamed ?
He could n't think what to say.

'' Thank you, Daddy. You ca n't know 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 protest again, she sat up in social movement of him and
slowly pulled off her tank top. She knew she had expert breasts -- the
boys at school were always staring, and she 'd fascinate 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 eye watch her, she
began to fondle her boob. She pinched a nipple and licked her
lips. `` Do n't you want to help me ? '' she asked.

She was afraid he 'd freak out again, but instead he lifted his arms
and slowly touched her breasts. At get-go he traced the edges, and
then he started grasping them harder, one in each manus. The feeling
gave her a thrill and she felt her body reacting. He twisted her
nipple and she let out a little moan. `` Yes, dada, touch me. Please,
touch me more. ``

Encouraged by her words, he leaned over and took one nipple into his
sass. He played his tongue across it, just like she 'd done with his
cock, flicking and sucking in round. Her chest were perfective and firm
and her nipples were jutting out as if in invitation. Without really
thinking about it he let one bridge player slide down to her ass. Her skin was
so smooth, god, and her modest moans were beyond enticing. He felt
himself starting to get raise all over again. When was the last meter
he 'd been hard again so soon ? College ? But god her soundbox was
fantastic. He moved his former hand to her ass as well, and grabbed
and stroked, allowing his fingers to slip down her shot. With her
boob in his sass and his fingers so close to her twat, he forgot
all about his conflicted conscience.

He knew she must be able to find his cock rising again ... she was
sitting practically right on it. He felt her shift so that he was
pressed up against her puss lips, and he felt her wetness against his
skin. He moved his custody down farther, and let one finger slip into
her Sweet hole. Holy god, he was touching his fiddling female child 's pussy,
and it felt amazing.

'' Yes, god, pappa, 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 lilliputian slut for your
daddy ? You want my digit inside you ? '' And he pushed another fingerbreadth
into her slit, driving it up as far as he could. She was so wet and
tight he wanted to make out her right then. As if she read his judgement, she
shifted her hips and reached down between his legs, grabbing his strong
cock and positioning the tip right at her pussy.

But she did n't move down. He looked up at her and she was looking
rightfield into his eyes. She slid an infinitesimal amount down onto him,
and then pulled back up. The short slovenly woman was teasing him ! She licked
her mouth while looking right at him. Her hips made a little Mexican valium
and he could feel her wetness starting to cover the head of his peter
as she twisted around and around.

'' Do you want to fuck me, Daddy ? Do you need to fuck your little girl ?
I 'll be a respectable fille for you. I 'll apply 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 tight little pussy. She screamed a
scream of pure delight, and he began thrusting himself into her, the
fondness and wetness all he could feel.

'' You 're ... mine ! '' he panted. `` You 're my piddling adulteress 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 assertion he thrust into her harder, burying
himself into her teenage twat, feeling his ballock slap against her
ass. He did n't call back he could stop now even if she told him to, but
she was n't telling him to ! She wanted it !

'' Yes ! Please ! sustenance fucking me ! '' she cried. She had never felt so
good. His cock was Brobdingnagian and it filled her completely. She was
thrusting her pelvic girdle 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 back. This pushed him over the edge and he
began to spirt again and again into her wet minuscule pussy. She
gasped and he felt her pussy contract around his cock, draining him of
every cliff as she came. `` God, yes ! ``

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

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

And she walked out of his sleeping accommodation .