When he came home from piece of work that evening he was 3 hour late. His
brass looked drawn and Rider Haggard, and he had loosened his tie in rescript to
undo the top push 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 garage doorway
opening, she had popped his inhuman dinner into the microwave, 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 aspect of the piece of work he could never appear 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 chicken feed of vino.

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

'' Because I like it. ``

He might have protested boost, but he just sighed and continued
eating. After a minute she got up and poured another trash and placed
it down in figurehead 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 preference of the wine, swirling it around in the Methedrine
before leaning back against the president.

She walked around behind his chair and started to leave him a back-rub,
despite mild protests. They dwindled as she dug her fingers into his
neck opening and berm, working out hr 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 time in a
row, random point that he knew she did n't handle about. But he was
felicitous to humor her, if she wanted to hazard she cared, and besides,
it was safe to take in someone to bitch to. He blathered on while she
continued to rub his neck, and it did finger good. He felt tired enough
that the wine started going to his head, even though he had n't had
much. At one stage 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 cover your drinking from your parents. But he did n't say
anything. He was too tired.

Her finger's breadth started tracing more intricate designs on his shoulders,
and they looped over to unwrap a few more push button on his shirt. Did she
have to beseech so closely to him when she did that ?

'' dear, you do n't necessitate to establish me a back rub, '' he said, shifting in
his keister a slight to move his head away from her. `` It 's very sweet of
you, but I 'm really tired anyway, I think I 'll manoeuvre up to bed. '' She
did n't take her script off his chest, and when he shifted they tickled
his pectus haircloth a little.

She objected, of row. 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 60 minutes in
the good morning, while she 'd get together her things and leave for
schooltime. She pulled him back to leaning against the chair, 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
stress in your back right now, and you 'll sleep full if I can
bring it out for you. ``

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

She felt him loose under her finger, and after a min she again
started to follow circles and business line on his back, stopping once to
scratch lightly. At this he groaned slightly, which made her captivate
her breath, but she kept on. It seemed tonight she had a pretty good
luck. She was going to try for it.

Slowly she worked her finger's breadth down the front of his neck and a slight
down his chest. When he did n't quit her, she moved them in unison
down to his nipple and flicked it.

'' Hey ! '' he said, and stood up out of the chairman 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.

'' pappa, I 'm just playing with you, '' she giggled, `` do n't overreact.
You 'd think I crashed your car or something. '' She stepped up following to
him and draped her sleeve around his cervix. `` Besides, I thought you
might be falling asleep. '' She looked up at him, with her outdo ever
but-I'm-so-cute locution, blinked her palpebra, and he smiled.

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

'' I know, '' she said, and hugged him tightly. She made sure to press
against his chest softly but deliberately. She stood on tip-toe for a
instant, and gave him a feathery kiss on his neck. mo before he
pulled away, she felt a pang in his drawers and knew it was going to
workplace.

At the unexpected flavor in his knickers, he quickly shifted his hip joint
away from hers. What the infernal region ? He really must be losing it. He
thought he was doing a decent job since Karen left ; he and Samantha
were shut down, and he though she talked to him about most things -- maybe
not everything, but to a greater extent than he 'd ever shared with his dad. But the
last few years had been harder. He wished Karen were still around to
deal with all this girl stuff. It made him uncomfortable to see Sam
growing into a cleaning woman, and a maledict 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 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 kind of tour surf in your body that stopped
you from having this kind of reaction ?

He could n't serve himself from stealing a sneaker peep down her shirt as
she pulled away from the hug. She was wearing some tight tank-top and
no bra, and the spinning top of her bosom were firm and very visible.
Noticing her erect teat pushing at the material, he felt another
twinge in his pants. To enshroud it he quickly turned around and started
walking away.

'' I 'm sorry, babe, I know we have n't spent very much time together
recently. But I 'll seduce some time 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 room. Okay,
time for a new plan.

She waited in her room and she heard him run the shower. She heard
him finish, and move around in his chamber, and she saw the visible light go
off. This is it, she thought to herself. Daddy or bust. She gave it
ten more minutes for him to fall asleep, or at least get close. Then
she stripped off her bloomers 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 of meat, facing away from her, and she walked over and
pulled up the covering and slid into the bed next to him.

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

'' Nothing, dada. 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, okeh, I guess, '' he said, and she nuzzled into him, throwing one
leg over his. Her breasts were pushed against his side 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 level on his spine. Then he woke up suddenly as he
realized the sensations were n't a aspiration. There was a helping hand on his
cock, tracing slow circles, and he instantly realized it was his
daughter's.

'' What the fuck ? '' he shouted, and half-jumped away. `` Good Shepherd, Sam,
what 's got into you ? '' He sat half up in bed and pulled the cover
over his rear dick, embarrassed and furious. He watched her pull
herself up to a sitting berth and his brain raced as he tried to
figure out what was going on.

'' Daddy, nothing 's gotten into me, '' she said. `` I just ... I just wanted
to impact you. I 'm not a short girl anymore, you know. I know you
want me to stay a girl forever, but there 's pressure, you know ?
And ... you love me, do n't you ? ``

'' Of path I love you ! But this is different and you know it. And
what do you mean, air pressure ? ``

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

He was torn. Of trend he did n't want to envisage her fucking some
random high school kid in a car. What dad wants that ! But this was
wrong. You do n't get word about sex like this. He opened his mouthpiece to
recount 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 feel 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. O.K., she may consume laid it on a little thick with the
'' learning '' bit ... she 'd had wad of experience, far more than she
would ever admit. But she thought this was the best strategy. She
kissed him again and moved her hand to his bureau. He gave a
halfhearted push away, but with her leg across his, she could finger
that his consistency 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 opening and moved her paw 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 secure frame and she could feel the
muscles underneath. `` sister, '' he said softly, `` I just do n't call back ... 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 think what was happening. God, it had been a long metre
since he 'd had any hired hand on his torso other than his own, and her mouth
was sweet and lovesome. But he could n't ! He tried to concentrate on how
huge of a fault this was, but suddenly she slid down under the
blanket and took his putz in her mouth and all his protest flew away.

She 'd wanted to do this for so long, she almost could n't control
herself. But she held back, knowing the situation was still
delicate. She flicked her clapper up and down along his beautiful
thick shot -- even better than she 'd envisage it. She licked his ray
until it was nice and wet and then brought one handwriting down to grasp at
the base. Then she took the question of his pecker fully into her mouth,
and she heard him groan. suck, lightly at first off, she slowly moved
her paw up and down as she traced the top of his cock all over with
her tongue. At last she felt the tension in his body recede as he
gave into her. `` That 's good, Daddy, '' she whispered, just tawdry enough
for him to take heed from under the sheets. `` Let me suck you. Let me make
you feel honest. ``

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 pecker like
it was the considerably matter she 'd ever had in his mouth, and she moaned in
delight 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 pharynx.

'' Oh Good Shepherd, Sam, Jesus, '' he panted. His niggling girl was sucking his
stopcock like a pro. Somewhere in the spine of his head he realized this
could n't be the offset fourth dimension she 'd done this, but before the thought
could fully materialise she deep-throated him again and his nous
vaporized. He felt himself building up and started to overstretch away, but
she put both her hands on his hip joint and pushed her lip 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 sentience
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 moment, and then it all came to him : his
daughter had just sucked him off ! He 'd come in her mouth ! His brain
could n't even process it. He lay there for a minute, and then he
flicked off the screening so he could look at her. She had a wide grinning
on her face which he could n't understand. Was n't she turn over ? Ashamed ?
He could n't call up what to say.

'' Thank you, dada. 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 bulge out to protest again, she sat up in front of him and
slowly pulled off her tankful top. She knew she had good white meat -- the
boys at schooling 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
vantage. She straddled him, and watching his centre watch her, she
began to fondle her titty. She pinched a pap and licked her
lips. `` Do n't you want to avail me ? '' she asked.

She was afraid he 'd freak out again, but instead he lifted his arms
and slowly touched her boob. At get-go he traced the boundary, and
then he started grasping them operose, one in each paw. The feel
gave her a thrill and she felt her body reacting. He twisted her
tit and she let out a small moan. `` Yes, pappa, touch me. Please,
tinct me more. ``

Encouraged by her Word of God, he leaned over and took one nipple into his
mouthpiece. He played his spit across it, just like she 'd done with his
cock, flicking and sucking in turn. Her titty were perfect and steadfast
and her mamilla were jutting out as if in invitation. Without really
thinking about it he let one paw slide down to her ass. Her peel was
so smooth, god, and her modest moans were beyond enticing. He felt
himself starting to get upright all over again. When was the live time
he 'd been hard again so soon ? College ? But god her trunk was
fantastic. He moved his former handwriting to her ass as well, and grabbed
and stroked, allowing his fingers to slip down her crack. With her
tit in his mouth and his digit so close to her slit, he forgot
all about his contravene moral sense.

He knew she must be able-bodied 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 lip, and he felt her wetness against his
tegument. He moved his hands down farther, and let one finger gaffe into
her fresh maw. sanctum god, he was touching his little missy 's twat,
and it felt amazing.

'' Yes, god, Daddy, please, do that, '' she gasped, and her low arouse
part 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 fingerbreadth
into her twat, driving it up as far as he could. She was so wet and
tight he wanted to roll in the hay her right then. As if she read his mind, she
shifted her hips and reached down between his wooden leg, grabbing his hard
cock and positioning the tip rightfulness at her puss.

But she did n't move down. He looked up at her and she was looking
right into his eye. She slid an infinitesimal amount down onto him,
and then pulled back up. The short slut was teasing him ! She licked
her lips while looking right at him. Her hips made a trivial rophy
and he could feel her wetness starting to cover the head of his cock
as she twisted around and around.

'' Do you want to roll in the hay me, Daddy ? Do you need to lie with your short missy ?
I 'll be a proficient 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 thrust he
pushed himself into his daughter 's tight little pussy. She screamed a
screech of pure pleasure, and he began thrusting himself into her, the
affectionateness and wetness all he could feel.

'' You 're ... mine ! '' he panted. `` You 're my little slovenly woman and I 'll have sex you
so hard you wo n't love what happened. This kitty is mine, it belongs
to me ! '' And with every instruction 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 stop 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 cock was huge and it filled her completely. She was
thrusting her pelvis up to satisfy him and she sensed his organic structure tensing as
he got close.

'' seed in me, Daddy, please, I want you to come inside me. '' And she
raked her nails across his book binding. This pushed him over the edge and he
began to spurt again and again into her close little slit. She
gasped and he felt her kitty contract bridge around his stopcock, draining him of
every bead as she came. `` God, yes ! ``

He collapsed on top of her, amazed and emptied. After a minute, he
rolled off of her, exhausted. Slowly reality 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, Daddy. And hey, '' she whispered, moving close to his ear,
'' maybe next time you can get along on my tits. ``

And she walked out of his chamber .