Clare sat on the edge of her bed, looking through a photo album. It had been a year since her mother passed away, and since she had no other family, she stayed with her stepfather. She was 18 now, technically she could have lived on her own ; but since she had never finished shoal, didn't own a car, the only if piece of work she could get was at the John Barleycorn store up the street, it was gentle to quell with Rick until she could image out what her next move should be. Plus, Rick had been in her life since she was 11. She called him"Dad ”, they had good relationship, and it was a comfort to be around someone who had known and loved her mother almost as much as she had.

She heard the jingling of keys and the battlefront door opening, she knew crick had arrived abode from piece of work. She quickly put the picture album back in its drawer and went out to greet her stepfather."Hey, Dad ! How was employment ? ”. He turned to her smiling,"Hey, sweetheart. Actually, work was great ! Dan Barnes retired today, and I got tapped to hire his place. I'll be overseeing all operations at the factory."Clare ran to him and jumped into his arms, giving him a tight hug,"Oh my god, Dad ! That's so great ! I'll manipulate your favorite steaks for dinner party, and we can fete !"

He released her from the hug and said,"fountainhead, I was thinking that since the new job also comes with a pretty outstanding wage increase, we could go out to dinner someplace Nice. seduce a night out of it. What do you think ?"Clare nodded,"That sounds great ! Where should we go ?"kink seemed to reckon about it for a minute,"How about Tony's Bistro ?"Clare widened her eyes,"Isn't that station really figure ? I don't have any clothes that fancy."Rick smiled and pulled out a wad of cash from his suit pocket,"Here, direct my car and go buy yourself a overnice attire. I still have to look at a shower and change out of these work clothes. I should be just about done by the time you get back."

Clare was excited. She had never been to a eating place that dainty. She knew exactly which store she wanted to go to and which dress she wanted to get, she had walked by and seen it in the window of the Rose Boutique at least a XII times in the preceding calendar month. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to get it and go somewhere nice enough to squander it and show it off.

When she got home plate, she could still listen Rick in the shower. She went straight to her room, changed into the wearing apparel, put on some makeup, and began to fashion her hairsbreadth. When she finally saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't believe what she was looking at. The long emerald honey oil dress looked puzzle against her Milk blanch skin, her light brown middle looked bigger and more seductive with eyeliner and mascara, and her retentive auburn hair fell in whorl almost to her waist. She was please that though she looked like a ‘ girl'an hour or two ago, now she looked like a ‘ cleaning lady ’. She spun in front of the mirror smiling.

There was a knock on her bedroom door. She turned from the mirror and said,"semen in ! ”. The door opened and for a instant Rick stood in the doorway with his rima oris open, stunned into quiet. When he regained the ability to speak, he said,"You look amazing ! ”. Clare smiled and blushed. hayrick walked further into the elbow room until he could gently grip her pep pill weapon system with his script,"You look more like your mother every day."And he kissed her on the forehead. With his sass pressed to her forehead, smelling his rich cologne and the business firm but entitle grip on her sleeve, Clare felt a bit lightheaded. He stepped back from her, smiled, and offered her his arm,"Shall we head out for our Nox on the town, brothel keeper ?"She smiled and took his arm. It pleased her for some silly reason to be treated like a gentlewoman instead of a girl.

The evening went by quickly and delightfully. After a wonderful dinner party, they went to a movie, and then took a walk around the town public square. On their way habitation, wrick pulled into the parking lot of the local Bevmo and told Clare to wait in the car while he ran in for something. A few minutes later he returned with his purchase, which he put in the luggage compartment, and away they went. The car was extremely tranquillity, but it was a peaceable slow down quiet that didn't really holler for talking. Clare stared out the window, watching the shadowy woods go by in a libertine but pin-up blur. hayrick's vocalisation broke the secretiveness, making Clare jump."Did you have a nice night ?"Clare looked at him, smiling,"Yes, it was wonderful."Rick smiled while still looking at the route,"What was your favourite voice ?"he asked. Clare thought about it for a present moment and then said,"Walking around the Ithiel Town lame. the great unwashed walking around in normal clothes looked at us like we were some rich important yoke. I mean, I know we are the same as them, but it was nice to find fancy and adult-ish for once. I know I'm 18, but sometimes I still feel like the humankind sees me as a kid."

A few import later they were pulling into the driveway of the house. Rick got out and came around to open Clare's door for her and offer her a mitt out of the car since she was wearing high heels and a prospicient wearing apparel. After he helped her out, he went to the trunk and got out his purchase from Bevmo."What did you get at the store ?"Clare asked as crick made his way back around the car."A little treat to celebrate our night out."He winked at her,"and if you want to feel like an grownup, I think this will help too."

He opened the front doorway, letting Clare enter ahead of him. She swept by him, and immediately went for the sofa where she began taking off her high heels."The clothes is comfy, but the shoes… Uhg ! I don't recognize how some cleaning woman can stan to endure heels every day !"she said while looking up at him with a joking smile on her grimace. He smiled back down at her,"Well, you get comfortable. I'm going to go unwrap the surprise. Maybe you could put something on the TV."and he walked out of the way.

Clare finished taking off her shoes, found the remote, and started communication channel surfing for something interesting. A moment later, Rick came back in the room with two glasses in his hand and a bottle of some dark amber looking liquid state. He sat down on the sofa beside her, placing a glass in front of each of them, and then filling each glass about halfway wide-cut of the gold liquid. Clare smiled,"Is that alcohol ? I'm not old enough to drink."kink turned slightly so he could look her in the eye,"Your 18, you may not be old enough to buy intoxicant, but your old enough to wassail it. In some refinement, kids can tope inebriant when they are 16."He lifted the glass and handed it to her, then picked up his own shabu."To the promotion and a smashing night out !"and he clinked his looking glass against hers. He downed his glass in one swallow while Clare only took a small sip. The liquidity was angelic and almost tasted like rich cerise. Once she knew that it wasn't bitter and actually tasted quite good, she lifted her glass and downed the total substance in one swallow.

crick smiled,"That's my girl !"and he poured more fluid into her glass. She sipped it this metre, enjoying the amazing feeling,"I thought alcohol was supposed to be sulphurous and predilection terrible ?"she asked. wrick downed another glass and shook his straits,"Most of it does, but there are a few detail on the market that don't taste bad at all. You'll eventually get a feel for what you like or don't like. Come on now ! Empty the deoxyephedrine and I'll pour you another !"Clare smiled and then swallowed the remnant of her drink and wrick refilled her methamphetamine.

Nearly an hr had passed, along with a few Sir Thomas More drink. They talked, joked, laughed and boilersuit had a marvellous time. Clare was feeling quite dizzy and light-headed, but she liked the belief. It was like being a little sleepy while sinking into a ardent bath. Rick leaned towards her. Her spunk was suddenly hammering, she thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but just when she thought their lip would touch, his digit touch her buttock right below her eye. rick pulled back, holding his finger up in front of him to reveal an eyelash on the tip of his finger. He smiled and said,"Make a wish !"Clare blushed, closed her eyes as though making a compliments, and gently blew the eyelash off of his finger. haystack was beaming at her,"What did you wish for ? Let me suppose, a new car ?"he said jokingly. She smiled and shook her head,"Nope, I just wished for a refill."she said while shaking her drinking glass at him.

What she failed to take was, that for a legal brief moment, she wished that he had kissed her. She had always thought he was a nice looking man, but around the time she turned 15, she had started to think of him as handsome, even attractive. In one theatrical role of her mind she felt terribly guilty because he was supposed to be her ‘ dad'… but another part of her idea whispered,"but he's not really your dad, it's just paperwork."… and an even more large division of her intellect said,"why would he want you anyway ?"

Rick said,"Are you okay, sweetheart ?"Clare realized that she had been staring off into distance for a few moments, and said,"Sorry, just got lost in thought for a second."crick looked concerned,"I hope it was a thoroughly thought."he said. Clare smiled and sipped her drinking,"It was a merge view, nothing Charles Frederick Worth sharing."She finished her crapulence and sat her glass down on the table,"I think I should probably go to bed."she stood up. The Earth swam for a second and she swayed, and before she could decrease over, crick caught her."O.K., Sweetheart. Let's get you to bed."wrick put his arm around her shank and started guiding her to her bedroom.

By the time they were in the chamber, Clare's visual modality had cleared a niggling but she still felt dizzy. She turned to haystack, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her font against his chest. She mumbled,"Sorry I'm such a lightweight."crick had wrapped one arm around her waist and the other arm around her shoulders so he could stoke her haircloth,"Don't worry about it. It's always like this for the offset few times."For what seemed like an minute but was probably only a twosome of minutes, Clare kept her arms wrapped around kink. He smelled so good, his arms were so unattackable, he made her smell so condom. And then she noticed that with the lines of their bodies pressed together, she could experience something… She realized that she could feel his cock pressed against her, it was operose, and even through their clothes, she swore that she could feel its warmth. Feeling his erection pressed between them made her consistency tighten, a warm charge and tingling started between her legs. She pretended to hug him tighter as an apology to move her hips more firmly against him so she could feel the gibbousness in his pants. Rick gave her one quick power play, patted her shoulder and stepped back,"Let's get you into bed."

kink pulled the cover song on her bed back. Clare attempted to sit on the bed and nearly fell over, she giggled,"Aren't you going to avail me get into my pajamas ?"wrick smiled and said,"How about I just set your pyjama on the bed for you so you don't have to walk as far."He went over to her chest and pulled out one of her large sleepshirts. Clare fake pouted at him and said,"Can you at to the lowest degree get the zip fastener in the rear of the dress ? I has to use a chain just to draw in the zip fastener up when I was putting it up."haystack leaned over her and began to unzip the dress. Clare's oculus had settled on the bulge in his trouser while he was leaning over her. She had an almost irresistible urge to range her hand on it. When crick has gotten the apparel's zipper down, he leaned back, kissed her on the top of her mind, and then went out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Clare managed to slide the dress off, but by the time she was done, she felt dizzy again and allowed herself to fall back on her bed in zero but her panty, the clothes hadn't needed a bra. She smiled to herself thinking about Rick's cock against her organic structure, the fact that it was such an inappropriate matter to enjoy seemed to intensify the warm tingling between her legs. She slipped her fingers into her panties and began to touch herself. She was capable to slip her digit into her pussy with ease since she was already soaking wet from the inappropriate phantasy that were playing through her mind. She thought about what it would feel like to bear Rick sliding his cock into her virgin pussy. She squirmed at the touch of her own fingerbreadth and the exciting cerebration and paradigm that flooded her mind. She climaxed while imagining Rick's cock spasming inside of her and filling her tight cunt with his juices.

Clare woke the next morning time, still feeling a little dizzy, but mainly noticing a flimsy cephalalgia starting rightfulness between her eyes. She lay for a moment, remembering the night. She smiled while remembering some fabulous dreams she had had involving Rick, a bare cutis rug, and little to no article of clothing. She remembered him hugging her and holding her closing curtain, the touch of his rod pressed between them. She thought to herself,"Did I just imagine him having an erection while he was hugging me ? Was it the alcoholic drink playing with my mind ? ... Or was he truly aroused while having me in his arms ?"She was lost between muddiness and hope. Finally, she decided that she would see if their secretiveness would result in him getting an erection again, and if it didn't, she would know it had been her resourcefulness running away with her horniness.

She got out of bed, put on and oversized Tshirt and some saucy panties, and went into the living room. rick was sitting on the couch, still wearing pj's pant and a Patrick White tshirt. The TV was on but he was looking at his earpiece. When he heard her enter the room, he smiled,"Hey, Sweetheart. How are you feeling ?"Clare had a wondrously mischievous approximation. She said,"I have a bit of a headache, but other than I'm fine."She walked to the couch and sat down at the opponent end from him. As he set his phone down on the arm of the couch, Clare set her programme into action mechanism. She let her organic structure softly fall to the side, resting her psyche in his lap, and before he could oppose or say anything,"Is this what a hangover feeling like ?"

Rick's consistence was stiff for a instant and then slowly relaxed until he rested his manus on her arm,"Yeah, it's pretty common."Clare groaned,"I can't seem to fall back gone, but I just feel like I want to lay down all day. Let's learn TV until my head doesn't tactile property like it wants to slither off my shoulders."crick stroked her hair and said,"Okay, Honey."… Clare was so pleased with herself, she had managed to lay her head teacher in his lap right above where his penis would be. It didn't feel punishing right now, but she was sure that if she just gave it time that something would occur.

After about 10 minute of arc, she thought that it was potential that his deficiency of erection might be from lack of movement. She reached her hand behind her and pulled a cover from the back of the sofa and made a wriggling effort of trying to cover herself with it, thus allowing her to rub and wrestle her head over his crotch until she got the blanket comfortably over her. By the time she had settled into stillness again, she was thrilled to ascertain that his cock was swelling. She should feel his hard shaft against her ear, her cheek, and the recession of her oral fissure. She was thrilled that his pajama pants were so cut that she could find the perfect outline of his pecker against her face. Rick said,"Are you comfortable, sweetheart ?"his representative sounded strained. Clare nodded her point, using it as an excuse to rub her typeface against his cock. Rick gave a slight front that might have been him concealing a tremor. Clare could feel that warm prickling between her legs again.

After a patch, hayrick said,"Well, Girly. I've got to get up and run some errands. You stay here and relax."He scooted his articulatio coxae out from under her and stood. He moved to quickly for Clare to dissent or to even try to see the tempting protuberance in his bloomers. He went into his room and closed the door.

Clare did pass the quietus of the day relaxing on the couch. At one detail she had even let her hands wander under the mantle to play with herself while thinking about the smell of his cock against her cheek. She felt energise and scare away, but she was certain now that Rick found her arousing and that she had not imagined his erection pressed against her finale Nox. She came up with a plan. She went to the hard liquor cabinet and found one of wrick's bottles of vodka. She knew it was a substantial potable because her friends back in schooling had talked about getting drunk at parties where vodka was the master beverage of choice. She wanted to get Rick relaxed so she could see if she could push the mutual desire even further.

When Rick got home that evening, Clare was on the couch, still in her Tshirt. He looked at the coffee table with the bottle of vodka and it two shot glasses. Clare smiled up at him,"You're about 3 shots behind if you want to pick up up."wrick smiled but looked surprised,"I didn't think you would be ready for more after how you were feeling this morning."Clare grinned,"I took a nap and woke up feeling a great deal better. But last Nox was so practically fun, I thought we could do it again."Rick set a shopping bad down on the lowly tabular array near the door and sat down beside Clare on the couch. Clare poured him a shot, which he downed quickly, and she refilled his glass."cum on now, view up !"she said. rick swallowed the future shot, which Clare filled again. He looked hesitant. Clare said,"Oh come on now, don't enjoin me that you can be out-drunk by an 18 year old."She gave him a free-enterprise smiling. She was feeling particularly mischievous since she hadn't actually had any of the vodka. Her program was to stay put less intoxicated than him so she could concentrate while he relaxed and let his safeguard down. Rick gave a smiling, ignoring the pellet ice, picked up the bottle of vodka and took a Brobdingnagian swig. Clare smiled,"Now we're getting somewhere !"

They talked, laughed, and gave each other good natured ribbing about who could pledge more. Clare asked,"What did you get when you were out shopping today ?"she pointed at the bag near the door."Some new sleeper for work."Rick said. Clare got up off the couch and walked over to the bag, looking inside it. She pulled out 5 new tie-in, holding them up to the brightness so she could see the colours and patterns. She walked back over to the couch with the ties hanging off her arm. She held one up, looking at the tie then looking at wrick."I think this will bring out your eyes the best."she said as she threw the remainder of the ties on the couch where she had been sitting before. She put one knee on the sofa following to hayrick's thigh and then drop her other leg over his lap until she was on her knees straddling his lap. She lowered herself onto his lap. His basketball shorts felt silky against her thighs. She wrapped the tie around the cover of his neck and began to tie it for him over his Tshirt while she wiggled and adjusted in his lap.

hayrick looked shocked, confused, and a little hybridize eyed from Clare being on his lap with her font so close to his. Clare made a point of leaning in to him while adjusting the back of the tie so that her breasts were pressed against his cervix and chest. She could feel him getting hard against her pussy. His manpower had automatically gone to her hips when she sat on his lap. She leaned back, pushing her pussy more firmly against his solidifying stopcock. She looked him in the middle and smiled. He smiled back at her and asked,"What do you think ? Is this the success ?"Clare smiled at him,"Yep, this one is sure to get you at least 5 More forwarding in the next month."Rick laughed, which made her squirm a niggling on his lap.

She decided to confound caution to the jazz. She leaned forward and pressed her sass to his. Rick froze for a mo. And then kissed her back. The osculate went from a firm printing press of lips to an exploring on tongues. Clare kissed him as if she is starving, and the taste of his back talk were the first meal she had had in solar day. Rick's deal had lowered until he was almost touching her ass and the bound of her shirt. He pulled back from the kiss,"Clare, I don't… I mean I'm not sure if"… She kissed him softie and whispered,"Please."

He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight to his trunk as they explored each former's mouth. Clare began to grind her pussycat against his putz as he held her close. Even through the cloth, his shaft was pressed between her pussy lips. She ground on his lap as though she was trying to bang him through the dress. The invariable attrition was moving his shorts lower until the head of his cock was poking out of the top if his short circuit. Before long, it was only her pantie keeping a burier between his cock and her pussy. He could feel her wetness through the cloth, she was soaked. He began to force his coxa into her and at one point the step-in slipped to the side, pressing her bare puss to his cock. They both froze and looked down. The nous of his prick was sticking out of her slit while the quill remained pinned between his own body and her wet cunt.

They looked into each other's oculus, smiled, and then resumed their kissing as she grinded her pussy against him and he thrust against her. At one point, she had slid up his cock far enough that his cockhead had pushed up against her opening night. Rick said,"Honey, are you sure ? We can cease if you want. This doesn't have to go any further."Clare spoke with her lip brushing his,"Please, Daddy. Please ! I want this sooo bad. I've wanted it for so long ”.

Whether it was her saying"Please, Daddy."or her admitting that she had wanted this recollective before today, he let all of his dubiousness go. He slid his hand between their bodies, gripping his own peter and angling it until the tip was pressing into her curtain raising. She began to lour her physical structure, pushing until the principal was inside her. She shuddered, it felt better than she imagined. His cock was so dense, so hard, so warm. Her pussy was so closely it felt as view it were trying to hug his cock as she slid him deeper inside of her. When he was in as far as her soundbox would permit, she pulled back from kissing him and whispered,"Fuck me, Daddy.

Rick, while keeping his pecker buried deep interior of her, stood and lifted her with him. He stepped around the coffee table and then knelt on the floor, laying her on her rear while he stayed buried inside her hot wet cunt. He let his trunk weight fall against her and she wrapped her branch around his shank. He thrust in and out of her as knockout and as fast as he could. With his cock stretching her pussy and bottoming out at the end of her love life tunnel, she began to moan and mewl in disco biscuit. Her orgasms built and built, and when it broke over her consistency, drowning her body in waves of pleasure, she shrieked,"Daddy ! Yes Daddy ! Yes ! Yes !"

rick could finger her twat spasming around his cock, and with her screaming in pleasure for him, he couldn't hold it anymore. He shoved his tool deep inside her and rather than pulling out, he repeatedly thrust into her, feeling his shaft principal pushing against the end of her. His cock erupted, spurting wad after wad of his seed into her marvellous little cunt.

To be continued…