I woke up to the smell of Viscount St. Albans. It had been a long time since anyone had cooked me breakfast. Breakfast was always my favorite repast, and I had always gotten up and cooked every morn. Since my ex had left and Kimberly had gotten older, I had stopped. Kimberly, like most stripling, wanted to sleep as long as she could before schooling, so she would settle for a granola bar or something immediate.

I sat up. The computer memory of the day before was still fresh on my creative thinker. I had licked my daughter until she had come, after she had given me a nice nose candy job earlier in the day. The memory made my pattern dawn Grant Wood harder than usual.

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

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

She was wearing a knee length chick and a white button up blouse with a sweater vest over it. As usual her passably little feet were in flip flops that matched the semblance 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 dungaree with a three button golf shirt with my company's logotype on the breast. I slipped into the kitchen and poured a cup of java before Kimberly realized I was there. I had not thought about how we would respond around each other, and was hesitating to say or do anything.

She turned to get something out of the closet and saw me. She sat the spatula she had in her paw onto the rejoinder and walked toward me. Her subdivision opened and went around my neck. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist as she stepped closer. Our rim met for a farsighted than usual peck. Then she stepped away and went back to what she was doing.

As she sat the solid food on the table, 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 plate and sat it in my post. Just like the previous night, she waited until I had tasted everything on my collection 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 fork on the table."Because you are the man of the firm, the B. B. King of the castle. It is my station to make sure that you are glad and satisfied in every way. That is what a king deserves, is n't it ?"

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

"You became more than my beginner the second I put your pecker in my backtalk,"she smiled and took a bite of her bacon.

She had me on that, and I had to confess I liked the aid. I was not trusted where she had learned such behavior, because her female parent had never acted that way. I decided not to quetch or even bring up it again. If it made her happy, then I was happy.

When we were done feeding, she placed the dishes in the dishwasher. She grabbed her backpack and kissed me on the sassing."I have to go, I do n't need to be late. See you tonight, lover."

I watched as she twisted her plump ass out of the door. My cock ached, as my mind thinking of all the stuff 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 unblock minute I had, I would catch myself thinking about Kimberly. My heart was broken a lilliputian when I received a schoolbook from her after lunch. She wanted to go to the mall with her just friend, and wanted to make love if she could. Of course I told her she could go.

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

I was about to fetch up up around eight. I got up to begin packing my laptop computer and files into my bag. It had been a yearn day, and I was ready 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 friend's house on Friday.

I grabbed my bag and was about to will when I noticed someone standing at my door. The unanimous position was dark except for my calculator lamp. Once my heart adjusted to the swarthiness, I recognized the individual as Kimberly.

"I was just about to steer home, 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 skirt and blouse from this morning, but she had lost the vest. She had the top three release of the blouse opened, and I could see the swell of her ample breasts. I could also see that she had removed her bra, as her tit swayed as she neared me.

When she had moved within four of five feet from me, her finger's breadth began unfastening the remaining buttons. When she made it to me, the blouse was open and her tanned breasts were visible. She stopped as our bodies touched.

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

Her hands went straight to my bang and within seconds she had my denim 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 ease down to her knees.

She wasted no clock time pushing my jeans and shorts to my knees. She lifted my set pecker and slipped it between her lips. Her teeth raked across my flesh and I jerked. I have to talk to her about using her teeth, I thought.

Her hands cup my chunk as she moved her mouth back and forth on my cock. I placed my hands on her head and stood there, resisting the urge to shove it down her throat. I began to force gently in motion with her movement. I pushed a little too far and she coughed.

My peter was hard as granite. She said she wanted to be taken, I wanted to puddle her dream come true. Although I had wanted the first time to be special, at that moment I wanted her anyway I could get her. I reached and pulled her to her foundation.

I pushed the stuff off of my desk and pushed her upper soundbox onto the top. I lifted her skirt with my hand as I used my articulatio genus 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 putz and pressed it against her labia. She was so wet. Her pussy was covered in her womanly secretions. I pushed the head into her. She raised up on her weapons system and pushed back against me.

She turned her point toward me,"Take me dada, but be blue. I have never had a man inside me before."

She lowered her head down until it was resting on my desk. I slowly pushed deeper. She was so fuddled, but there was nothing stopping me. I pulled and pushed until my lower abdomen touched her meaty ass.

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

I grabbed her waist and pulled out, then pushed the fully six inches back into her. She moaned lightly. Slowly we set a slacken and steady rhythm method. Each time I pushed into her, her juices gushed. She rose back to her coat of arms and met my thrusts.

Her pussy gripped my cock tightly. For a instant I forgot that she was my daughter. I loved being inside her. She was the showtime woman I had been inside since I was net inside her mother. 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 chair in the corner of my office. I sat down and pulled her to my lap. She straddled me and held my wet, punishing pecker in her mitt and aimed it back menage.

She moaned as she sat on my fat rooster. 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 open and sucked on her stamp nipples.

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

I sucked, licked and bit on her nipple and tit as she rode me like an expert. Her kitty-cat muscles gripped me tighter as her body trembled. She closed her wooden leg 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 head into her chest so cockeyed that I could not move. Finally she relaxed. I lifted my caput and looked at her. She had the biggest smile on her face. She lowered and we kissed.

The kiss was not a typical father-daughter buss. It was full of passion with her natural language 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 coming had produced enough raw lube that I could easily slide in and out.

Our kiss broke as I pushed deep into her."Oh daddy, you feel so full inside me. continue doing that, papa, fuck me !"

Any early time I would have scolded her for using such ill-scented terminology, but under the circumstance, I obliged her request. I moved my hips faster and harder. Our academic term had moved from passionate love life making to hard core, well, fucking.

She laid back and I placed my hands on her hips and used them as leverage. The legs of my desks moved a half inch or so each meter I thrusted into her. I was shut down, but I was going to get all I could before the end.

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

Her orgasm hit. Her physical structure stiffened as her middling little pussy spasmed around me putz. The vibration of her orgasm was too much. With little warning, my balls began erupting out of my putz, spraying my little girl's insides with my virile sperm cell. I pressed deep into her when I felt the volcanic eruption. Her organic structure reacted, pushing her to yet another mini-orgasm.

As my idea came back from that special piazza, I stepped back. My wet, slimy shaft fell from her tight confines. I was spent. second gear 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 ankles, as she pushed herself off my desk. She held onto the border as her legs were wobbly. She slowly buttoned her blouse and adjusted her skirt. She stepped unaired and kissed my cheek.

As she walked toward the door, she stopped."When you get home, I will have you a Bath. The weekend is just getting started. Oh, and how about grabbing the riffle drive attached to the security television camera. I would love to look out what just happened."

By the time 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 surety way and swapped quarter round drives. I slipped the old one into my pocket and opened the doorway and stepped onto the pavement.

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

I pulled onto the street headed home. Luckily the police were not patrolling my route place, because I was on a charge. The persuasion of being inside my little girl had fogged all logic and logical thinking. I was on a missionary station .