I woke up to the smell of bacon. It had been a yearn time since anyone had cooked me breakfast. Breakfast was always my favorite repast, and I had always gotten up and cooked every morning. Since my ex had left and Kimberly had gotten older, I had stopped. Kimberly, like most teens, wanted to sleep as long as she could before school, so she would resolve for a granola bar or something warm.

I sat up. The memory of the day before was still clean on my idea. I had licked my daughter until she had come, after she had given me a nice puff job earlier in the day. The retentivity made my normal morning wood harder than usual.

My feet touched the floor and I made myself to the can to shower and brush my teeth. Once dressed I headed to the kitchen where I could try Kimberly moving around and preparing for breakfast.

I was sad to see that she was fully dressed. I had liked the survey of her firm breasts swaying the day before. This was the first time I had seen her dressed to kill since I had found her in the skimpy outfit. Even clothed she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She was wearing a knee joint length skirt and a white button up blouse with a perspirer vest over it. As usual her pretty little feet were in flip-flop flops that matched the color of her perfectly painted toes. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was a beauty, even if she was my daughter.

It was Friday, so I was dressed casually. I had on my front-runner jeans with a three push golf game shirt with my company's logo on the chest. I slipped into the kitchen and poured a cup of chocolate before Kimberly realized I was there. I had not thought about how we would react around each other, and was hesitant to say or do anything.

She turned to get something out of the cupboard and saw me. She sat the spatula she had in her hand onto the counter and walked toward me. Her arms opened and went around my neck. I instinctively wrapped my blazonry around her shank as she stepped faithful. Our lip met for a long than usual peck. Then she stepped away and went back to what she was doing.

As she sat the food on the board, she commented on how well she had slept in my bed. I told her she was receive anytime, and she confirmed that she would be there every night if it was possible.

She prepared my plate and sat it in my place. Just like the previous dark, she waited until I had tasted everything on my plate, before she began preparing her shell.

"Why do you do that ?"I asked, puzzled.

"Do what ?"she replied innocently.



"You wait until I taste everything before you fix your plate."

She smiled and placed her ramification on the table."Because you are the man of the house, the king of the palace. It is my station to make sure that you are well-chosen and fulfill in every way. That is what a Martin Luther King Jr. deserves, is n't it ?"

"First I am no king, I am your father."

"You became more than my father the moment I put your tool in my mouth,"she smiled and took a raciness of her bacon.

She had me on that, and I had to confess I liked the attention. I was not for certain where she had learned such deportment, because her mother had never acted that way. I decided not to kvetch or even bring up it again. If it made her happy, then I was felicitous.

When we were done eating, she placed the stunner in the dishwasher. She grabbed her rucksack and kissed me on the lips."I have to go, I do n't desire to be previous. See you tonight, lover."

I watched as she twisted her plump ass out of the room access. My putz ached, as my intellect thought of all the hooey I wanted to do to her. I fixed another cup of coffee in my mug, and headed to the office.

The day went good. Every rid minute I had, I would catch myself thinking about Kimberly. My tenderness was broken a little when I received a textbook from her after lunch. She wanted to go to the mall with her best friend, and wanted to make out if she could. Of line I told her she could go.

I had planned on the dark just being me and her, but I had to commemorate that she was still a teenager and still wanted to hang out with her friends. With her not going to be at place until latterly, I decided to stay at the office and do up for the sentence I had taken off the day before.

I was about to finish up around eight. I got up to get packing my laptop computer and data file into my bag. It had been a long day, and I was cook to get home and have a beer or twelve. I figured Kimberly would be out late, if she came home at all. She was eighteen and it was not unusual for her to stay at her ally's theater on Friday.

I grabbed my bag and was about to go out when I noticed someone standing at my door. The whole function was dark except for my computer lamp. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I recognized the person as Kimberly.

"I was just about to head place, are you hungry ?"I asked nonchalantly.

"I am,"she replied as she began walking toward me,"I am starving."

As she neared, she got into sufficiency of the light for me to see her clearly. She was still wearing the annulus and blouse from this morning, but she had lost the vest. She had the top three push of the blouse opened, and I could see the swell of her sizeable white meat. I could also see that she had removed her bra, as her bosom swayed as she neared me.

When she had moved within four of five metrical unit from me, her finger's breadth began unfastening the remaining release. When she made it to me, the blouse was open and her tanned chest were seeable. She stopped as our organic structure touched.

I was nervous, but stood there. What we had done, we had done in the privacy of our base. This was a place of business, and even though the office was closed, there were video cameras all over the situation.

Her hired man went straight to my belt ammunition and within seconds she had my denim opened and her hand inside them. She stepped secretive and nibbled on my ear.

"I have dreamed of being taken in your office,"she whispered as she began to allay down to her knees.

She wasted no time pushing my denim and underdrawers to my knees. She lifted my set peter and slipped it between her brim. Her teeth raked across my bod and I jerked. I have to talk to her about using her tooth, I thought.

Her hands cupped my balls as she moved her mouth back and Forth River on my shaft. I placed my hands on her promontory and stood there, resisting the urge to shove it down her throat. I began to thrust gently in apparent movement with her movement. I pushed a little too far and she coughed.

My prick was hard as granite. She said she wanted to be taken, I wanted to micturate her ambition seed reliable. Although I had wanted the low clock time to be exceptional, at that here and now I wanted her anyway I could get her. I reached and pulled her to her feet.

I pushed the stuff off of my desk and pushed her speed consistency onto the top. I lifted her skirt with my mitt as I used my knee to open her legs. I was pleasantly surprised to see that my daughter had arrived at my office, not only braless, but she was also panty less.

I took my cock and pressed it against her labia. She was so wet. Her pussy was covered in her womanly secretions. I pushed the forefront into her. She raised up on her arms and pushed back against me.

She turned her headway toward me,"conduct me pappa, but be gentle. I have never had a man inside me before."

She lowered her oral sex down until it was resting on my desk. I slowly pushed deeper. She was so stiff, but there was zilch stopping me. I pulled and pushed until my depressed venter touched her meaty ass.

"I feel so full dad,"she gasped as she rotated her hips against me.

I grabbed her waistline and pulled out, then pushed the wide-cut six inches back into her. She moaned lightly. Slowly we set a slow and steady rhythm. Each time I pushed into her, her juices gushed. She rose back to her limb and met my thrusts.

Her kitty-cat gripped my hammer tightly. For a moment I forgot that she was my daughter. I loved being inside her. She was the first cleaning lady I had been inside since I was last inside her female parent. I knew I was not going to last, and I wanted to see her grimace.

I pulled out of her and turned her around. I backed up to the armless chairperson in the corner of my office. I sat down and pulled her to my lap. She straddled me and held my wet, tough cock in her script and aimed it back dwelling.

She moaned as she sat on my fat pecker. When her ass rested on my thigh, she wrapped her arms around my neck and began using her legs to lift and lower her pussy on me. I pushed her blouse out-of-doors and sucked on her legal tender mamilla.

She pulled my mind into her breasts as her movement quickened."Do n't stop dad, I love that. Suck my titties while you take me pappa, I am about to cum !"

I sucked, licked and bit on her tit and breast as she rode me like an expert. Her pussy muscle gripped me tighter as her physical structure trembled. She closed her legs tight around me as her head tilted back. She exhaled a long groan as her orgasm hit.

She stopped and sat still on my lap as her body released. She held my headway into her chest so tight that I could not move. Finally she relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her. She had the biggest smile on her look. She lowered and we kissed.

The kiss was not a typical father-daughter kiss. It was full of cacoethes with her tongue in my mouth. I lifted her and walked back to my desk. I placed her pretty ass on the wooden top. I was still inside her. Her cunt was still blind drunk, but her orgasm had produced enough natural lubricator that I could easily skid in and out.

Our kiss broke as I pushed deep into her."Oh daddy, you feel so beneficial inside me. Keep doing that, Daddy, fuck me !"

Any early metre I would induce scolded her for using such contaminate nomenclature, but under the circumstances, I obliged her request. I moved my pelvis faster and harder. Our session had moved from passionate love devising to hard core, well, fucking.

She laid back and I placed my bridge player on her hip and used them as leverage. The legs of my desks moved a half in or so each clip I thrusted into her. I was finale, but I was going to get all I could before the end.

"Do n't break Daddy, I am going to cum again. Cum with me Daddy, Cum inside meee !"

Her orgasm hit. Her body stiffened as her pretty little pussy spasmed around me cock. The vibration of her orgasm was too much. With little monition, my orchis began erupting out of my cock, spraying my lilliputian daughter's insides with my potent spermatozoon. I pressed deep into her when I felt the bang. Her body reacted, pushing her to yet another mini-orgasm.

As my mind came back from that special place, I stepped back. My wet, slimed prick fell from her tight confines. I was spent. Seconds later a glob of my cum spilled out of her onto the top of my desk.

I stood there, with my blue jean still around my mortise joint, as she pushed herself off my desk. She held onto the bound as her legs were wobbly. She slowly buttoned her blouse and adjusted her bird. She stepped closer and kissed my cheek.

As she walked toward the door, she stopped."When you get base, I will have you a Bath. The weekend is just getting started. Oh, and how about grabbing the thumb drive attached to the protection camera. I would love to watch what just happened."

By the metre I pulled my jeans back up, she was gone. I fastened my belt and picked up my bag. On the way out, I stopped by the security room and swapped pollex driving force. I slipped the old one into my pocket and opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk.

As I got into my hand truck, I noticed a pair of thong hanging on my rear position mirror. I pulled them down and inhaled. God she smelt good.

I pulled onto the street headed home. Luckily the law were not patrolling my route home, because I was on a delegacy. The opinion of being inside my little girl had fogged all logical system and reasoning. I was on a mission .