I woke up to the smell of 1st Baron Verulam. It had been a tenacious time since anyone had cooked me breakfast. Breakfast was always my preferent meal, and I had always gotten up and fake every sunup. Since my ex had left and Kimberly had gotten older, I had stopped. Kimberly, like most teens, wanted to log Z's as long as she could before schooling, so she would settle for a granola bar or something quick.

I sat up. The memory of the day before was still reinvigorated on my mind. I had licked my daughter until she had come, after she had given me a nice blow job earlier in the day. The memory made my pattern good morning wood harder than common.

My infantry touched the flooring and I made myself to the bathroom to shower and brush my tooth. Once dressed I headed to the kitchen where I could get word Kimberly moving around and preparing for breakfast.

I was sad to see that she was fully dressed. I had liked the wad of her firm breasts swaying the day before. This was the number one time I had seen her dolled up since I had found her in the skimpy outfit. Even clothed she was the most beautiful adult female I had ever seen.

She was wearing a knee distance annulus and a white push up blouse with a jumper vest over it. As usual her pretty little foot were in flip collapse that matched the coloration 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 favorite denim with a three button golf shirt with my troupe's logo on the bureau. I slipped into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee tree before Kimberly realized I was there. I had not thought about how we would react around each other, and was hesitating 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 return and walked toward me. Her arms opened and went around my neck. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist as she stepped closer. Our lips met for a longer than usual hatful. Then she stepped away and went back to what she was doing.

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

She prepared my dental plate and sat it in my place. Just like the late night, she waited until I had tasted everything on my plate, before she began preparing her home plate.

"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 forking on the table."Because you are the man of the house, the king of the palace. It is my lieu to make sure that you are happy and fulfill in every way. That is what a Martin Luther King Jr. deserves, is n't it ?"

"first gear I am no magnate, I am your father."

"You became more than my father the second I put your prick in my mouth,"she smiled and took a bite of her bacon.

She had me on that, and I had to confess I liked the attention. I was not sure where she had learned such behavior, because her mother had never acted that way. I decided not to complain or even mention it again. If it made her well-chosen, then I was well-chosen.

When we were done eating, she placed the smasher in the dish washer. She grabbed her backpack and kissed me on the lips."I have to go, I do n't need to be recent. See you tonight, lover."

I watched as she twisted her plump ass out of the door. My cock ached, as my thinker thought process 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 dear. Every liberate min I had, I would pick up myself thinking about Kimberly. My heart was broken a little when I received a text from her after tiffin. She wanted to go to the promenade with her near friend, and wanted to know if she could. Of row I told her she could go.

I had planned on the night just being me and her, but I had to call back that she was still a teen and still wanted to hang out with her protagonist. With her not going to be at home until late, I decided to stay at the office and make up for the time I had taken off the day before.

I was about to eat up up around eight. I got up to begin packing my laptop computer and Indian file into my bag. It had been a foresightful day, and I was ready to get home and have a beer or twelve. I figured Kimberly would be out late, if she came house at all. She was eighteen and it was not unusual for her to persist at her friend's family on Friday.

I grabbed my bag and was about to leave alone when I noticed soul standing at my threshold. The hale office was dark except for my computer lamp. Once my eyes adjusted to the wickedness, I recognized the mortal as Kimberly.

"I was just about to head dwelling, 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 enough of the light for me to see her clearly. She was still wearing the skirt and blouse from this dawn, but she had lost the vest. She had the top three buttons of the blouse opened, and I could see the fashion plate of her plentiful chest. I could also see that she had removed her bra, as her breasts swayed as she neared me.

When she had moved within four of five feet from me, her fingers began unfastening the remaining buttons. When she made it to me, the blouse was give and her tanned breasts were seeable. She stopped as our eubstance touched.

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

Her hands went straight to my whack and within seconds she had my jeans opened and her hand inside them. She stepped closer and nibbled on my ear.

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

She wasted no time pushing my dungaree and boxers to my knee. She lifted my curing cock and slipped it between her lips. Her teeth raked across my form and I jerked. I have to talk to her about using her tooth, I thought.

Her hands transfuse my bollock as she moved her back talk back and Forth on my cock. I placed my hands on her head and stood there, resisting the urge to jostle it down her throat. I began to push up gently in gesture with her trend. I pushed a little too far and she coughed.

My cock was hard as granite. She said she wanted to be taken, I wanted to make her dream come lawful. Although I had wanted the maiden time to be special, at that moment I wanted her anyway I could get her. I reached and pulled her to her invertebrate foot.

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

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

She turned her nous toward me,"Take me Daddy, but be gentle. I have never had a man inside me before."

She lowered her head word down until it was resting on my desk. I slowly pushed deeper. She was so tight, but there was aught stopping me. I pulled and pushed until my depressed abdominal cavity touched her meaty ass.

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

I grabbed her waist and pulled out, then pushed the full six inch back into her. She moaned lightly. Slowly we set a slow and sweetheart cycle. Each time I pushed into her, her juices gushed. She rose back to her arms and met my thrusts.

Her pussy gripped my pecker tightly. For a moment I forgot that she was my girl. I loved being inside her. She was the number one woman I had been inside since I was hold out inside her female parent. I knew I was not going to last, and I wanted to see her face.

I pulled out of her and turned her around. I backed up to the armless hot seat in the corner of my office. I sat down and pulled her to my lap. She straddled me and held my wet, hard hammer in her hand and aimed it back base.

She moaned as she sat on my fat cock. When her ass rested on my thigh, she wrapped her weapon system around my cervix and began using her leg to lift and humbled her pussy on me. I pushed her blouse open and sucked on her attendant nipples.

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

I sucked, licked and bit on her nipple and titty as she rode me like an expert. Her snatch musculus gripped me tighter as her body trembled. She closed her stage mingy 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 soundbox released. She held my head into her dresser so plastered that I could not move. Finally she relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her. She had the biggest grinning on her human face. She lowered and we kissed.

The osculation was not a typical father-daughter kiss. It was full of passion 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 pussy was still tight, but her orgasm had produced enough natural lube that I could easily slew in and out.

Our buss broke as I pushed deep into her."Oh Daddy, you feel so well inside me. hold on doing that, Daddy, fuck me !"

Any early time I would have scolded her for using such foul linguistic communication, but under the circumstances, I obliged her postulation. I moved my articulatio coxae faster and harder. Our session had moved from passionate love qualification to hard core, well, fucking.

She laid back and I placed my hired man on her hips and used them as leverage. The branch of my desks moved a half in or so each fourth dimension I thrusted into her. I was close, but I was going to get all I could before the end.

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

Her orgasm hit. Her body stiffened as her pretty lilliputian pussy spasmed around me dick. The vibration of her coming was too much. With footling monition, my balls began erupting out of my turncock, spraying my lilliputian girl's insides with my potent sperm. I pressed deep into her when I felt the eruption. Her organic structure reacted, pushing her to yet another mini-orgasm.

As my judgement came back from that special place, I stepped back. My wet, slimy cock 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 jeans still around my ankle, as she pushed herself off my desk. She held onto the boundary as her stage were wobbly. She slowly buttoned her blouse and adjusted her skirt. She stepped secretive and kissed my cheek.

As she walked toward the door, she stopped."When you get home base, I will have you a bathroom. The weekend is just getting started. Oh, and how about grabbing the thumb drive attached to the security tv camera. I would sleep with to check what just happened."

By the fourth dimension I pulled my jeans back up, she was gone. I fastened my whack and picked up my bag. On the way out, I stopped by the protection room and swapped thumb drives. I slipped the old one into my sack and opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk.

As I got into my truck, I noticed a brace of G-string hanging on my erect perspective mirror. I pulled them down and inhaled. God she smelt good.

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