First of all, despite the title this story will not contain any incest. All characters are 18 and over. Please read chapter 1 first as it contains all of the scene setting and world building- I don't really want to repeat myself so will somewhat rely on you remembering what Sarah and Richard look like and what the club is all about. Just a quick recap on the rules of the club:
1- Only father and daughter pairs allowed
2- All girls must be 18 or over
3- Whatever the girls say goes. You want to kiss a girl- you ask her first. You want to touch a girl- you ask her first etc.
4- Incest is not allowed. It is strictly forbidden for a father to even be in the same bedroom as his own daughter.
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The 2 weeks until their first party had passed fast for Sarah and Richard. For the initial 7 days both of them kept changing their minds, unsure if they could really commit to such an event. However, after many hours of deliberating and chatting with other club members on the group chat, they had finally convinced themselves that the party was definitely something they wanted to go to.
The day before the party Darren, the host of this particular party, sent a message to everyone attending:
[Hello everyone, I hope you're all excited for the party tomorrow. Everything is all set up and organised my side, ready for your participation and enjoyment. Just one last message before our party to inform you of the dress code. To the fathers- please wear smart casual attire. To the daughters- please dress glamorously. Not necessarily something you would wear to a wedding, but a little more refined than a minidress that you would wear to go clubbing. I think that everything has now been covered, so the next time we will speak will be at the party tomorrow!]
That evening Richard and Sarah decided to choose their outfits to prevent any rushing the next day; the party wasn't until 8PM but they both thought it best to be well organised in advance. Richard was the first to get dressed with fitted black trousers which showed off his toned muscular legs, a loose fitting dress shirt to flatter his dad bod- Richard was not out of shape, though the tighter trousers would result in a muffin top if he had worn a tucked-in suit shirt. Sarah gave her positive approval.
"You look very dapper dad, a little product in your hair and you can easily pass for a 38-year-old."
"Thank you Sarah," Richard smiled back, genuinely touched by her approval. "Do you think I look handsome enough for those younger women?"
"Oh definitely, you have a real silver fox thing going for you. Put on some nice aftershave and they'll be all over you."
"Thank you honey," replied Richard blushing a little imagining those younger women 'being all of him' in front of his daughter.
"Ok, my turn now!" said Sarah running excitedly to her bedroom. Being an 18-year-old girl, she needed no excuse to try on different outfits.
Sarah already knew the dress she was going to wear, though she had bought something else especially for the party. Sarah reached into her wardrobe and pulled out a bag marked with the Victoria's Secret logo. She hadn't had a long-term boyfriend for some time so never felt the need to buy sexy lingerie. That was until now. She wanted to make a good impression at the party. Sarah slid the delicate black lace thong up her shapely legs and into place covering her freshly shaved mound. The fabric was so fine that she barely felt she was even wearing it. She put on a matching bra of equally delicate material which did nothing to hide her pink, now erect, nipples. She slid on her dress and started to walk downstairs for her father's opinion.
"Don't look!" Sarah called out as she descended the stairs.
Richard quickly turned his back and could hear the sound of heels clicking ever closer with each step she descended. He didn't know why, but the closer the sound became the quicker his heart was beginning to pound. He had seen his daughter dressed up before and never had this reaction- why was it different now?
"Ta-da!"
Richard turned round and was immediately awe struck at his initial view. He then took his time to absorb her whole ensemble. His eyes started at the floor where she was wearing classy 6" black stilettos. His eyes traced their way up her toned runner's legs- her shapely calves accentuated by the heels until he reached the hem of her dress which sat just above half way up her thighs. The dress was white and airy, though she wore it with a small black belt to show off her tiny waist and to also pull the dress against her shapely 32C breasts and ass. The longer Richard looked at the dress, the more transparent her realised it was. It was far from being see-through, but from the right angle he could see that sitting beneath was a black bra. He finally reached her neck which was adorned with a delicate silver necklace and then her smiling face. She was perfectly made up with natural looking red lipstick, subtle blusher and just enough eye makeup to make her blue eyes really pop.
"So you like it then?" asked Sarah smirking.
"Oh my yes honey," replied Richard, unaware that he had been staring for almost a whole minute without comment. "You look so perfect. So so beautiful. I don't know what to say..."
"Aww thank you dad, I'm so glad you like it. I hope the other men share your opinion."
"They must be blind if they don't."
Sarah sat in the car rubbing her sweaty palms together. Her stomach was full of butterflies, though it wasn't the usual feeling of anxiety. Yes, she was nervous and shaking slightly but there was something more. Her cheeks were boiling hot to the touch and she was regretting wearing blusher, if she got any redder she figured she would start looking like a tomato. She lay her head back against the seat and cleared her mind, breathing slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth. She was beginning to feel the heat drain from her face. She thought forwards to the party, still not 100% sure what to expect. Darren had explained everything in detail to her for the past 2 weeks but his description only filled in the outlines, so much was still a mystery. Then her mind dwelled on the obvious- that night she would be having sex. Sex for the first time in months. Sex for the first time with an older man. Sex for the first time with an experienced man. An experienced man who would no doubt fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. Her face flushed red again. She finally realised what she was feeling: anxiety mixed with horniness.
Sarah was awoken from her thoughts by the crunching of tyres on a gravel driveway, they were at Darren's already. Sarah felt her heart leap into her mouth, she wanted the drive to last longer, more time to properly compose herself. She stepped out of the car onto her heels, the cool evening air slightly soothing her burning red face. She trod uneasily across the gravel, cursing her decision to wear such high heels. Her dad noticed her struggle and offered his arm to her. She hooked her elbow into his and leant against him partly for balance and partly for comfort. The support of her father helped to calm her nerves slightly, she knew he would keep her safe. She bit her lip as Richard pressed the door bell, this was it. The final step. No chance to turn back now.
"Ah hello there Richard," Darren said smiling warmly and shaking his hand. "And hello Sarah, I must say you look even more gorgeous than I ever imagined."
