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Caution: Taboo Incest Content – 18+ Adults Only.Daddy's Daughter: 20 Tales of daddy – daughter erotic fun... read about eager daughters and reluctant daddies, daughters who love to humiliate, daddies who love maybe a little too much, and those girls who will do absolutely anything for the most important man in their lives.Featuring: Milked By Daddy, Sold By Daddy, Spank Me Daddy, Lick Me Daddy, Sucking Daddy, Karen & Her Daddy, Post Me Daddy, Riding Daddy, But Daddy, You Know Twins Share... Everything!, Don't Worry, Do It Daddy, Seducing Daddy, Daddy Is A Nudist, Obey Me Daddy, Blackmailed By Daddy, Tempting Daddy, Daddy's Dungeon, Cane Me Daddy, A Date For Daddy, Hostel and Milk For Daddy.All stories have been previously published individually and in anthologies... but never all together!
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Milked By Daddy
Sold By Daddy
Spank Me Daddy
Lick Me Daddy
Karen And Her Daddy
Post Me Daddy
But Daddy, You Know Twins Share.. Everything!
Don't Worry, Do It Daddy!
Daddy Is A Nudist
Obey Me Daddy
Blackmailed By Daddy
Cane Me Daddy
A Date For Daddy
Milk For Daddy
A note from Ginny.
Also by Ginny
Milked By Daddy
Sold By Daddy
Spank Me Daddy
Lick Me Daddy
Karen & Her Daddy
Post Me Daddy
But Daddy, You Know Twins Share... Everything!
Don't Worry, Do It Daddy
Daddy Is A Nudist
Obey Me Daddy
Blackmailed By Daddy
Cane Me Daddy
A Date For Daddy
Milk For Daddy
Layout Copyright © 2017 by Annamunde Publishing. Published 2017 by Annamunde Publishing (PMO Publishing). Ebook design by Annamunde Publishing. Cover art by Annamunde Publishing. Contact: [email protected]
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Authors note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Jodie married young. But she didn't really have too many options, knocked up on her eighteenth birthday... the family really needed a scapegoat.
Now she was eight months gone and four months married, and her stand-in husband was away on contract. He had impregnated her, or so he believed, the month after she had come of age... and Jodie's dad had instantly seen the advantages in shifting the blame... so okay, the timing wouldn't be perfect, but a dumb-ass like Bobby could barely count, and all Jodie had to do was flutter her eyelashes and he would believe that black was white if she said so. An eight month pregnancy could be explained away, he was looking forward to the birth in May, she was actually due at the beginning of April... but he would believe!
Colin Anderson had tried to blank that night from his mind, had it truly been accidental? Sober he could lay hand on heart and swear he hadn't known it was his own daughter, after all, hadn't he spent most of the party groping her slutty best friend Sue, hadn't he been on a promise as she had sat on his lap and driven him crazy grinding her slack but very wet pussy onto his swollen groin. He had fucked her, and fucked her hard, and the dirty little slut had moaned and groaned like a cheap hooker as he bent her over and hammered his stiff cock balls deep in her.
So clearly when he found her spread wide and bending for him again over the sofa he hadn't said no, who would... how many other fifty something guys got to fuck willing and very wet teens?
Sober he could deny, but as he worked his way through a bottle of scotch the story in his mind began change!
Hadn't he always admired his daughter Jodie, the way that she had developed from a gangly and awkward young girl into a shapely and very sexy young woman... and of course he was proud that she was so pretty, and how perfectly her tits filled her tight t-shirts... and how her nipples always seemed to be so hard and erect.
“If she wasn't my Jodie!” He would whisper. She reminded him so much of her departed mother, the love of his life and the woman no other could ever replace.
He would feel his cock start to swell as he pictured her in his mind, the accidental glimpses that are bound to happen in a small house with a single bathroom, he had walked in on her several times, only to swiftly back away with burning cheeks and images of her perfect tits branded into memory... and she had walked in on him almost as often.
And she always glanced at my cock before she squealed and turned away.
Could I have ignored the obvious? He couldn't say he hadn't ignored after a few drinks, because thinking back it should have been obvious, Jodie had been wearing a dress, her slut friend was dressed in tight jeans, he had already peeled the denim down once that night but he clearly remembered lifting a long skirt to get at the floral panties.
I knew it was Jodie... but I fucked her anyway!
Colin poured another drink, it was still early but he was off work, he didn't need to be sober, he had no commitments... until he heard a key in the door.
It was Jodie, it had to be... no-one else had ever had the key.
And I'm drunk, and sat here in my underwear! Colin shook his head and tried to stand, just before hearing her familiar voice.
“Hi Dad, it's only me!”
He wanted to warn her, don't come in Jodie, I'm not even half dressed, but the lounge door swung open and she bustled in carrying a belly fit to burst.
“Have you just got up?” she laughed and dropped a stack of square metal foil containers onto the coffee table beside his half full scotch.
“Looks like it,” Colin chuckled, “Give me a minute to get decent.”
Jodie smirked. “Don't stress on my account! Hang on, just sit there, let me get you a fork... I got us an Indian to share.”
Colin watched her walk away and smiled, she had been so quick to forgive. And she had moaned just as loud as her friend as he drove himself deep into her tight hole... now that was something else that should have told me it wasn't Sue he realised, his daughter was tight, her pussy had gripped him so wonderfully whereas her friend had felt like he was hammering away at jelly, soft and sloppy and as far from tight as it would ever be possible to get.
The way she pushed back as I pounded her, the way she groaned and begged for more! Colin shuffled uncomfortably as the memories caused the front of his boxer shorts to tent. Damn, now I really do have to get dressed he moaned, but too late, Jodie was already returning with plates and forks.
She looked... again! Colin felt an involuntary twitch, Jodie had sat on the sofa opposite him, and as she peeled the top away from steaming curry she stared openly at the growing bulge.
“Having naughty thoughts... dad?” She winked and began to dish rice onto the plates.
“That noticeable is it?” he laughed nervously, she was being so matter of fact... considering they had never really discussed what had happened in any depth.
“Very noticeable!” she chuckled, “Is it for me?”
Colin coughed, Jodie smiled and passed his plate. “It's hot dad, be careful you don't burn him!”
Colin felt his cheeks flush as he nodded. “Thanks love,” he mumbled as he set the plate on the arm of the chair. “I think I should put some trousers on.”
Jodie shrugged, “If it makes you more comfortable. Personally I don't mind seeing you hard... but you still didn't answer me... were you thinking about some hot babe to get you like that?”
Safer ground he decided and nodded.
“Is she hot?”
Colin smiled. “Yeah... Incredibly hot!”
“She fucks well?”
“The best I've ever had.”
Jodie nodded, “Cool... so how many times have you fucked her?”
“Just once!” Colin replied and scooped rice.
“So I guess if she was that amazing you wouldn't say no to fucking her again?”
Fuck! Alarm bells rung in his head and his embarrassment deepened as his cock twitched violently, the movement bringing a knowing grin to his daughters lips as she stared at his groin.
“I would do anything to fuck her again,” he began, “But I'm not so sure it would be a good idea.”
Jodie nodded but didn't reply as she chewed a lump of chicken.
“Damn, this is something I never bargained on!” Jodie groaned and placed her plate on the table before sliding a hand up inside her t-shirt. “I'm leaking again... just look dad!”
Colin swallowed hard as his daughter lifted her t-shirt and bra to expose a pair of tits full and tight.
“They started too soon, and now they get really painful if I don't express the milk... can you grab a bowl from the kitchen for me!”
In a daze Colin stood, his erection now completely full at the sight of her hard nipples dribbling watery milk. “Yeah, of course.” he stammered and raced away to return only seconds later. What she was doing was natural, but the setting was surreal.
“Hold the bowl for me please dad,” she said quietly as she gently pressed her areola and gasped as her milk spurted like a creamy lawn sprinkler, the tiny jets shooting in all directions. Moments later she giggled as Colin flinched. “Sorry dad, I wasn't really aiming for you.”
A fine mist had coated his lips and Colin faced a quandary, to lick or not? He wanted to so badly, but it didn't seem right... it was his own daughters milk after all.
“This just isn't working,” she groaned, “At the flat I've got a breast pump that sucks it out of me quickly, and the discomfort soon passed, but doing it like this is impossible.”
“Do you want me to go to your flat and get it for you?” Colin stood quickly but froze as Jodie stopped him by grasping his hard cock through his boxers.
“No dad, I want you to help me now, I don't want the pump...
I want you to do this to me!”
And before Colin could react she had tugged the front of his shorts down and swallowed the end of his straining cock, for a second she sucked frantically before pulling her head away and grinning.
“Here's the deal daddy... you suck the milk out of my tits, it will be a massive relief for me... and when you've sucked the cream out of me... I'll suck the cream out of you... unless you really do want to fuck that mystery girl again, cos if you do want to... she'll always be ready for you!”
Colin groaned softly as he reached forward to cup a swollen breast in his hands, they felt exactly as he had always imagined.
“Did you know?” he whispered before pulling her nipple into his mouth.
Jodie gasped and closed her eyes. “That night? My eighteenth?”
Without removing the nipple Colin nodded.
“Would it be bad if I said I did know?” Colin swallowed a mouthful of warm milk before shaking his head.
“I don't think it would be bad sweetheart!”
“And you dad... did you know it was me?”
Colin licked a droplet that had gathered under her elongated teat and sighed, “Part of me has always denied it... but yet love, I admit it now, in my heart, I guess I did know it was you.”
“And knowing that... you fucked me anyway?”
“What's done is done,” he replied quietly, “But you must have known it was me... you could have said something.”
“I guess it was the same for me,” Jodie chuckled, “It was a dare... Sue dared me to bend over the sofa like I did and see who had the guts to try and fuck me... and I did know that she had been bouncing on your cock earlier... you thought you'd hidden that from me, and it felt almost like she was stealing you from me, so yeah, when you lifted my skirt I kept my mouth shut, like I was taking you back.”
“Honestly Jodie... deep inside I'm happy you didn't say anything.”
Jodie smiled and standing she stripped her t-shirt up over her head and eased her stretch sweat pants down to her ankles.
“I'm happy you pulled my panties down that night daddy... so why don't you pull them down again now... and fuck me hard.”
Jodie giggled as his fingers hooked the elasticated waist and eased the lacy fabric to her knees... before adding.
“And don't worry about cumming in me... it's not like you can get me pregnant...
Lisa would do anything for her daddy!
“Of course I will.” she replied happily when he suggested that she help out at the New Years Eve party that her father had been planning for months.
“It's just that people aren't keen to give up their evening on the 31 st... I can't blame them really, so it really means the world to me that you are prepared to sacrifice!”
Rory Templar drew her into a bear hug and Lisa sighed contentedly as he squeezed her tight... oh yeah, she would do anything for her daddy!
“What do you want me to do, at the party?” she asked quietly as she bent forward to open him a fresh bottle of beer, her top gaping to expose much more than just a peep of smooth and full cleavage.
Lisa smiled inside as she tracked the direction of his gaze, it hadn't been long, just a glance but it was enough to make her shiver with excitement and arousal.
“Just help out sweetie,” he replied and concentrated hard on maintaining eye contact as Lisa remained still and smiled. “Like I told you, I'm gonna cook a huge barbecue out back, I need you to help me serve the food, open beers, tidy up a bit... just be here to help out when it gets crazy busy.”
“I can wear that maid's outfit, remember, the one I wore in the school play?”
Rory shook his head vaguely, he didn't remember the outfit... hell, he didn't even remember her being in any play... but time was racing by, it seemed like only yesterday that she had been the little girl that he would tuck into bed and tell stories to until she slept with a small pink thumb in her mouth.
But now look at her he thought, eighteen in the blink of an eye, all grown up... very grown up he chuckled silently as he stole another peek down her sagging blouse. The confidence of youth and the firmness of boobs that don't need any support. Lisa shifted slightly and again his eyes were drawn as darker skin grabbed his attention. My little one has lovely nipples he acknowledged, and caught her grin as he looked back to her face. Little bloody tease he chuckled, it was suddenly obvious that she was intentionally letting him look.
“I don't recall ever seeing a maid's costume.” he said after clearing his throat, the sight of tender breasts and the knowledge that he was being shown had formed a lump in his throat. He shouldn't be looking at his own daughter, yet he felt strangely unable to look away, he was suddenly realising just how sexy and hot she had become.
“Five minutes,” Lisa giggled, and turning swiftly she skipped toward the lounge door, “I know exactly where it is... I'll see if it still fits me, and you can decide if I can wear it with your drunken friends around!”
Rory's head spun, it would be tight fitting, and if she was concerned about his friends... then it had to be very revealing... she was teasing again, he knew he should stop her... but instead, he grinned. “I'm not going anywhere sweetie!” he replied in a steady voice, “Let me see how it looks!”
So wrong! He groaned softly and crossed his legs, it has to be illegal to get a boner looking at your own daughter! He shook his head and urged the embarrassing swelling to wilt... it might not be strictly illegal, but it's certainly immoral he added, but couldn't kill the small grin that curled his lip as he wondered exactly how revealing and naughty the outfit would be.
Just don't let her see I've got a stiffy, it's one thing to give a down blouse peep, after all, her mother used to love doing that... and the bitch probably still does he added with spite as he pictured his ex with her new husband. But regardless, it wouldn't be right if she knew I got hard looking at her tits!
Rory gulped down a mouthful of beer and tried to divert his mind from Lisa's sweet boobs, but the vision filled his mind.
She knew I was looking! Dirty little tease deserves a spanking for that. It was something else that her mother had adored, the way he would lay her across his knee, snatch her panties down and spank her bare ass until the cheeks glowed red.
I wonder? Rory shook his head before smiling ruefully... let's not even go there!
“Daddy,” a small voice called from outside the lounge door, “Close your eyes... and promise not to peep until I say!”
“I promise.” Rory replied and thought about how many times he had heard that over the previous eighteen years, “I won't look until you say!”
Seconds dragged by and Rory found himself frustrated, immoral or not he understood he wanted to see how revealing the costume was... what he was hoping to see he couldn't exactly say... or actually admit to himself, he was simply filled with a fierce curiosity.
“You can open now!” Lisa whispered, and as he did, Rory gasped.
Fucking hell! The voice inside his head screamed. The outfit was a typical French Maid type, black, skimpy and trimmed with white lace. But it was her breasts what had caused him to gasp, they sat in twin cups that were several sizes too small and extremely low cut. Now he stared at a pair of creamy mounds lifted and squeezed to look like plump melons, and most disturbingly both of her nipples were clearly on display, the cup cutting a line through the lower half of her areola.
“What do you think dad? It's got a bit small but I can probably make the bust bigger, I think it's a bit too revealing like this!”
“Just a little!” Rory gasped again, she had gone much further than just a quick down blouse peep, now they were virtually bouncing in his face.
“Yeah, I know!” she giggled and placed a finger tip on each hard nipple, “But just ignore these, what do you think of the outfit... I was a bit concerned the skirt could be too short, especially if I bend over like this.”
Lisa turned quickly and as her father sat open mouthed she bent over to touch her toes, the skirt lifted dramatically, and Rory felt his cock stiffen to rock as he stared at the delicate pink slash of a fresh young pussy.
“I was worried that the skirt is so short if I bend over to pick something up... well, your friends will see my panties... do they show daddy when I'm bending, can you see my panties?”
Rory stared at her sweet pussy, he could see the moisture glistening as the sunlight passing through the window behind him shimmered on her arousal.
“Yes sweetie, I would be able to see your panties... if you were wearing any!” he added quietly.
“Yeah, but is it obvious, or is it just a peep?”
Rory coughed, he should look away, he wanted to look away... but the sight was magnetic, she was teasing... she was also playing games... dangerous games... the same games her mother had loved to play.
“I'd say it's very obvious Lisa... extremely obvious.”
“Oh,” she sighed, her tone disappointed, “So you don't think I should wear this costume on New Year’s Eve?”
“If you did you would be the centre of attention,” Rory laughed quietly, “Do you want to wear it sweetie?”
“I'd like to.” she replied quietly.
“Do you want to wear it exactly as you are now, no alterations... just as you are today?”
“If you want me to daddy, I will.”
“I do want you to sweetie.” he replied breathlessly, “I want you to bend over very often, just like you are now.”
“I will,” she whispered, “Just for your friends, or do you want me to bend over for you too?”
Rory swallowed hard again. “Especially for me sweetie, mostly for me.”
“Do you like looking at me daddy?” Lisa whispered.
“Of course,” he chuckled, “You're my pretty angel!”
“No, I mean do you like looking at me like this, like right now?”
Rory felt his hands trembling and his heart beating fast. “Do you like me looking?”
Lisa groaned softly and began to nod. “I've always wanted you to look at me like this daddy... I just hope I didn't disappoint you.”
“Oh sweetie!” he groaned and throwing morality and decency aside he leaned forward, grasped her hips and planted a deep and sensual kiss on the slippery opening that Lisa ground back onto his face.
“Yes daddy,” she groaned, “Taste me, taste how horny I am.”
Rory drove his tongue deep and was rewarded instantly as his daughter began to gush as her body rocked... she was caught in the grasp of a massive orgasm, a climax born from years of frustration and longing.
With her climax Lisa felt the warmth of release, so it was with only a semblance of regret and disappointment that she watched her red faced father escape. “It's okay dad,” she whispered, “We have all the time in the world!”
Her mother had run away only two years before, and with Malcolm of all people, the slimy owner of the betting shop where her mother worked. Lisa had seen the way he looked at her, lecherous, undressing her with his eyes, always with one hand in his pocket playing with himself as he studied her ass or boobs. “Pervert!” she would whisper, loud enough for him to hear, but just quiet enough to deny if he ever raised an objection. But he never did, he just grinned and continued to surreptitiously massage his cock.
To leave a man like her father... for a specimen like that! She shook her head as the warmth in her pussy spread, dad is a gentleman... just like now, okay, so he lost control a little bit... but I can't blame him for that, I've been flashing my tits at him all day... then rubbing my pussy right in his face, of course he was going to lose it for a moment... but he showed restraint... any other man would have lost it completely and fucked me!
With all of her heart she wished that he had, but she understood him. She had made the decision to start something with him months ago, but it wasn't until earlier that day that she had started to put her plan into action... and it had worked even better than she had hoped. Originally she had decided that just to get him peeping at her tits would be an excellent beginning, then she would gradually show him more and more as he became more relaxed with her sudden displays of semi nudity.
But I didn't have to wait! It was beyond her wildest dreams that he had kissed and licked her aching sex. “And I had prepared myself to wait months before he got the idea that I need to be fucked!”
It won't be long now she told herself as she stripped the maids uniform from her body, and gloriously nude she made her way to the kitchen, she wanted coffee, and she knew it wouldn't be long before his embarrassment faded and he was ready to face her again. And from now on, I'm comfortable being naked at home... and in time, so will dad!
Rory had to run, he had to escape. What had he done?
That should never have happened he told himself as he stared at his confused expression in the bathroom mirror. But how can something so wrong feel so right. She was in his mouth, on his tongue, the flavour of his own daughters pussy!
“She wants this.” he whispered. “How can it be wrong if it's what she wants? I'm not forcing myself on her, I'm not using my position and authority. She is pushing, she is offering herself to me!”
We have to talk! He ran the cold tap and splashed a double handful to his face. I need to get to the bottom of this... this is her mother, just how she was. “My daughter is a slut!” he whispered, “She's a dirty little slut just like her mother was!”
“So my slutty little Lisa, I think we need to talk!” and as he dried his face he detected the aroma of fresh coffee. “And there's no time like the present.”
For the second time in less than an hour Rory swore under his breath. Lisa turned to him and smiled.
“I made coffee, do you fancy some... dad?”
His eyes raced around the wonderful display and swiftly decided that shock and indignation were pointless, his daughter was making a statement, and really he should be grateful and flattered that she had selected him to be her focus.
“Yeah,” he replied casually and pulled a chair from the kitchen table, “I'd love a cup!”
Lisa smiled and turned back to reach up into a tall cupboard for a mug. Feeling strangely at ease Rory relaxed and watched her ass change shape as she stretched.
“Very sexy Lisa,” he commented, “I never imagined you had such a great body!”
“Thanks dad,” she giggled as she filled his mug, “It means a lot to me to hear you say that.”
“I feel privileged that you are comfortable showing me.”
Lisa stirred in a spoon of sugar and grinned, he was relaxed and comfortable, and she was feeling horny again. “I'm very comfortable, in fact, I've decided that when I'm here at home, I'm going to be naked all the time. Every minute... so you can look at me... and you know you aren't restricted to just looking!”
“I'm honoured sweetie,” Rory chuckled as he took the mug from her hand. She was a stunning young woman... and if she hadn't been his own daughter then she would have been on her back there and then moaning and groaning as he pounded her shaved pussy, “And believe me, when I've got my head around all of this... I'm pretty sure I won't be able to keep my hands off you. But let’s chat for a while... I've got a question that's bothering me... I think I know the answer but it doesn't hurt to ask.”
“Ask me anything daddy!” Lisa lowered a round cheek onto the table top, perching within easy reach.
“Okay sweetie, tell me honestly, do you like getting seen... naked?”
“You mean like now, naked here with you?”
Rory shook his head and smiled. “Not exactly, I meant like earlier, when you were bending forward so I could see down your top... sort of showing yourself accidentally?”
Lisa giggled, “I knew you were looking, and yeah, I love doing that dad... but how did you know I was showing you on purpose?”
Rory grinned. “I guessed sweetie... is that why you agreed to wear the maid costume when the guys are here?”
Lisa shuddered. “All those men staring at me, my tits and pussy... that's my idea of heaven dad.”
“Okay, so let's consider another scenario, would you help me at the party as you are now?”
Lisa closed her eyes, and as Rory watched she slipped a hand between her thighs and dipped a finger into her wet slit.
“If you want me to do that daddy... oh yeah, too right I'd help you just like this.”
“You know the guys sweetie, when they have a few drinks they get a bit crazy!”
Lisa swallowed and nodded but her eyes remained closed and her finger continued to probe.
“You know they are going to touch you, maybe even try to fuck you!”
“I know that daddy,” Lisa groaned, “And if you want me to do that, if you want to watch them fuck me... I'll do it for you... they can all fuck me if it's what you want.”
Rory reached forward and cupped a full breast as Lisa gasped and fingered herself faster. “I have an idea Lisa, something that should be stimulating and very interesting... you are going to get fucked, and fucked hard... but it will be on my terms.”
“Anything you want daddy,” she stammered as she brought herself to orgasm again as his fingers teased her nipples, “Tell me to do anything, and I will.”
Rory grinned and squeezed harder. “I'm going to raffle you sweetie, I'm going to sell your pussy to the highest bidder.”
Lisa groaned and shuddered, and before he could object she had dropped to her knees and began to fight with the zip on his pants.
“Do you like that idea Lisa?” he whispered.
His daughter gasped and groaned softly as her fingers tugged his pants. “Yesssss!”
“Daddy is going to sell you, they are going to pay me to fuck that sweet pussy, they are going to pay extra to fill your tight ass. Do you want me to sell you?”
“Sell me daddy!” she moaned, “Sell me, use me!”
“Are you a slut Lisa?”
“Yes daddy,” she panted as she wrestled with his boxer shorts.
“Are you my slut... are you daddies little slut Lisa?”
“Forever!” she groaned as she finally managed to get her hand around her father's solid and straining cock. “I am your slut forever.”
“Then suck me slut, suck your daddy dry... and then I'm going to call a couple of my friends and invite them around here this evening.”
Lisa shuddered and began to gobble her daddies meat like a girl possessed.
“I'm going to sell you to them Lisa, I am going to let them use you while I watch.”
“Yes daddy!” she mumbled around the cock in her mouth.
“But before I sell you...!” Rory reached down and lifted her head away from his cock, “There is something else I want you to do!”
Lisa grinned and licked her lips.
“I know exactly what you want daddy,” she chuckled, “And now it's me that feels honoured!”
Rory felt his heart swell as she dutifully eased his pants down to his ankles whilst stroking him gently.
“I've been waiting for this moment for so long,” she whispered before kissing the end of his cock tenderly. “And I'll do this for you forever daddy... for as long as you want me!”
Rory smiled. “You know I sold your mum to the guys, many times!”
Lisa nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I did know dad... but there is a huge difference between me and mum... I will never get tired of it, and no matter how many times you sell me... I will never leave you.”
And as tears of pride and joy welled in Rory's eyes, his sexy and submissive daughter lowered her dripping hole down onto his straining length...
And began to ride.
“Heather Jones?” The receptionist called.
Heather glanced across, she hadn't expected to be selected so soon, there were so many girls waiting that had to be before her, they had been sat in the reception when she arrived.
Oh well, this is it, she took a deep breath before standing and walking slowly to the door that could possibly lead to a future in employment.
Only ten minutes later she slunk away feeling slightly dejected (yet secretly a little relieved also)... they hadn't even given her half a chance, the type of people who made decisions on first impressions, and theirs of her must have been terrible because all four managers had given her that pitying smile as they shook their heads.
“I didn't want their shitty job anyway!” she said quietly as she pushed the front door of the nearest bar. “And Daddy isn't really serious!”
Both statements brought a small smile to her lips as she ordered a brandy and cola, she didn't want to work, and why should she when she could carry on being daddy's pampered little angel. And her daddy wasn't ever serious when he pushed her to make more of her life. He likes having me around she told herself while taking a sip of the powerful drink, and all I have to do is pout a little and wiggle my bum and he's putty in my hands.
Heather was a tease and a flirt, intentional or not she was always fluttering her long lashes, bending seductively to show off her cute round ass to perfection... and when she wore a bikini on holiday she only selected the type that became translucent when wet, and materials that created a pronounced and very noticeable camel toe when tugged. She liked it when men noticed her, she liked it even more when her daddy noticed her, especially when she had created a camel toe! Sheer translucent fabric that displayed a shadow of her curly blonde pubes and the sensual contours that showed him clearly the shape of her labia.
I think he loves looking!
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