I gave her my "dad look". The look all the kids got when I got serious about wanting them to knock their crap off. It worked too. She stopped and took her hand out of her panties. She doubled over and was breathing heavy desperately trying to hold back her orgasm. "Dammit dad. I thought I was a good tease, but you got me beat hands down. I was so close. All I needed was another twenty seconds. This is the second time you denied me an orgasm."
"Consider it punishment for years of teasing me, Kayla. All those years of you sunbathing with your friends on the patio; friends I found out yesterday you fuck almost regularly. The countless times you put lotion on your legs while I was trying to watch the news. The dates we had when you would kick off your shoes and display your feet. The run you had in your stocking when you conned me out of 50 dollars. Everything you said yesterday and told me today. You need to be punished. You're not going to get off easy either. I like this new chapter we are opening, being able to see you like this. But your true punishment is, as long as your mother and I are married, you will never get to see my cock or fuck me. I'm already taken. Your mother has already staked her claim on what I have between my legs long ago. So get over the obsession of having sex with me. The way I see it, your mother and I will be married for many, many more years. She is looking forward to grandkids. " I looked at my watch. Kayla's face looked sad, her green puppy dog eyes staring right at me. "I have to get ready for a haircut."
Kayla didn't move off the table. Her legs were shaking nervously, bouncing her feet on my thighs. After 30 seconds of silence she pleaded "Please dad. Please. You have never denied me anything in my life." Her gorgeous green eyes looked down at the floor, then back to me. "Please fulfill just this one fantasy of mine. You don't have to touch me at all dad. Just please watch me orgasm." Her green eyes were looking like they were going to spill tears for the second time today. I frowned at her; her eyes went back to the floor. "Sorry dad." She softly whispered.
Now I was in a pickle. My baby girl was pleading with me as if she wanted me to buy her an ice cream cone, and I was telling her she would spoil her dinner. I placed my hands on the top of her feet, more so to stop her legs from shaking. Her feet were soft and smooth. I ran my fingers underneath the arch of both feet at the same time. I stopped moving them and just held her feet.
"Here is the deal." I said. Her eyes came back up to look at mine, with a touch of hope in them. "We never ever act like this in front of your mother, or anybody else we might even be remotely related to. In fact, we never play like this again. This is a one-time thing between us. You will not make any attempt touch me. I will grant you your fantasy and this will be the end of it. Deal?"
Kayla nodded her head wildly making her pony tail come over the top of her head, and the end of it at the tip of her nose. A smile broke out on her face as I lifted her left foot and brought it to my face. I started kissing the entire sole of her foot, down around her heel, and back up to her toes, inhaling her aroma. She leaned her weight on her right arm and pressed her left hand hard against her panties, moving it in a circular motion. The rubber of her flip-flop and her lotion was what I smelled. The bottom of her feet were soft and I put her big toe into my mouth just for a second before nibbling on the ball of her foot. I then pressed her foot into my face deeply inhaling the space between the ball of her foot and underneath her toes. I smelled her lotion she uses. I took her right foot and did the same to it as I did her left. She shifted, balancing her weight. Kayla's right hand dove into her, as she used her left hand to yank her panties half way down her thighs. She began using two fingers to fuck herself and humping hard against her hand. She kicked her right leg out of her panties, leaving them hang off her left ankle. She began to chant over and over moving her head from left to right repeatedly, and each short exhale of breath had the word "dad" in it. I looked up to see her two fingers pumping in and out of her, with her thumb rubbing against her clit. Now her short exhales of breath became "dad?" Bracing herself with her left elbow locked, shaking; whimpering; Kayla orgasmed just after I inhaled the aroma of lotion underneath her right toes. I could tell --her toes curled around my nose, and the toes of her left foot dug into my thigh. Also because: she did make little squealing noises like a chipmunk. Her orgasmic chipmunk squeals becoming quick and short "daddy ". I stuck my tongue out to taste the wrinkled ball of her right foot, as Kayla continued to hump herself against her hand. When she felt my tongue against her foot, she squirted a little.
"Oh God dad- thank you thank you thank you thank you." She said quickly in between breaths. Kayla moved her feet back to the floor and fell forward on top of me, straddling my left leg, breathing heavy. I could feel her soft blonde pubic hair and her wetness against my skin. She began rubbing her pussy back and forth against my thigh obviously riding out her orgasm. She began chattering quickly and nervously. "Thank you very much dad. I've wanted you to see me orgasm for a long time. I've wanted you to touch my feet for years. I hope my feet smelled and tasted good. I understand this being a one-time thing, but you can always touch my feet dad, whenever you want. Next time I promise to wear pantyhose. What colors do you like seeing me wear? I don't want to wear a color you wouldn't like. Or if you like my feet bare, that's fine to. I hope I find a man who likes doing what you just did to my feet. No wait. Only you get to kiss and smell them. Just in case you ever want to do it again. Do they smell better than mom's? No wait. I don't want to know that. You can just let me think they do. Did I at least make you hard? Would you tell me if I did? So do I really sound like a chipmunk? Will you ever jerk off thinking of me and my feet? I'd let you. No wait. I shouldn't ask you to do that... but you can. I'd even help you cum." As she was coming down from her orgasm her humping on my leg slowed, and so was her chattering. She finally stopped doing both altogether and rested against me. We sat like that for a couple minutes, in silence, as her breathing returning to normal.
I reached down and picked up both of her flip-flops. I started to stand up forcing Kayla to sit back onto the edge of the table. I stepped into her making her move further back onto the table until both her feet were off the floor. Leaning down into her, she knew what was coming as she smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed. Open mouthed, tongues fencing with each other. We kissed like we were boyfriend/girlfriend for years. In a sense, we were. We started dating when she was 8. After a minute, I broke away from her. "You're welcome Kayla. You do sound like a chipmunk when you orgasm. Your feet are nice and soft, and I love their smell and taste." Kayla beamed at me like she did when she was a little girl and I was showering praise on her for getting all A's on her report card. I lifted up her flip-flops and showed them to her. Her face was absolutely glowing as she lifted her left leg like she was Cinderella and I was going to put the glass slipper on her foot. I knelt down on one knee on the floor in front of her. She sharply gasped and quickly put her right hand in front of her mouth.
"Dad?" she nearly cried.
"I'm just going to put your flip-flops on Kayla." I softly said as I put my palm on the bottom of her left foot. Bowing my head to put a kiss on the top of her still silver painted toes, I slid her flip-flop onto her foot. I switched knees, took her right foot and did the same.
"Yes dad." Kayla purred. "Kiss my feet. I love you dad. I love u so much." I inhaled the aroma of her lotion and a hint of a sweet scent of her foot sweat from between the ball of her foot and underneath her toes one last time before getting up from the floor. I stood up making Kayla fall onto her back on the table. Lifting her feet onto my shoulders I gave each flip-flopped foot a kiss on the arch. Her white panties were still clinging to her left ankle. She removed her feet from my shoulders, and put her heels on the edge of the table. I looked down at her and seen her right hand still lightly playing with her pussy lips.
"Dad that was amazing. My best orgasm ever. First time I ever squirted too. I could sleep." I back up from the table moved to her side a little and put one arm underneath her knees and the other around her back. I lifted her off the table and carried her to the couch. "My big strong daddy." She cooed into my chest. I gently laid her on the couch and went back into the kitchen to clean her mess off the table. Looking at my watch, I was almost late for my haircut. I ran up the steps to the bathroom and quickly cleaned up. Rushed into the bedroom for a clean shirt, and came back to the living room to find my daughter sleeping on the couch. Her jean skirt was lifted just high enough to see she had pulled her panties back on, and her right hand lightly rested on top of them right over her pubic mound. I kissed her forehead, cheek, belly button piercing, the top of her right hand, and the top of each foot, still in her flip-flops.
"Dad loves his turtle dove very much." I whispered, and could see a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
