Barefoot Girls With A Father Fetish Ch 03

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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The moment I wake up, I scrunch my eyes closed tighter. My head was pounding with a reminder of the night before. I had gone out to relax, and to be honest, I had. I groan to myself. The whole series of the events in the back room come back into memory. My eldest daughter Heather was a stripper, and she had been my personal lap dance girl, by request no less. She had found out about my foot fetish (also my fault), used that to seduce me (not that it took much work), and then fulfilled a string of sexual fantasies I had been building up since my two beautiful daughters had moved in with me. I groan again. And now I was going to have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I did feel guilty now, I had no room for the guilt yesterday, so it was piled on today. Even though there could be no question who was taken advantage of who, me being tied up and all. I groan for a third time. How was I even going to start this day?

I feel movement next to me in the bed, and then a soft hand trails up my side and comes to a rest on my chest. The soft fingers are painted blue and purple. My body freezes as I try to grasp what was happening. I look around the room, it is mostly plain, but a large number of shoes are in a rack near the door. And a set of black heels are laid sloppily next to the rack. My mind jolts as I try to remember last night when I came home, but I cannot for the life of me remember how I came to be laying in bed in Heather's room with her sleeping next to me. I start to panic and wonder if anything had happened last night! Had I slept with her? I am ashamed to admit the first feeling I have is regret that if it did happen, I cannot remember it. Heather's hand plays slowly with my chest hair, and she leans on me to lift he head over my face slightly.

"Morning, Daddy dearest," she says happily. Her hair is tussled, and her makeup is removed. One quick glance shows me that she has no top on under the blanket. She kisses my shoulder and yawns. I am forcibly reminded years back when I had first started sleeping with her mother. I shift back from her a bit and turn to face her. A quick check informs me that I am only wearing my underwear and socks. Heather is looking at me with half open eyes, and a very pleased look on her face. I can't stand not knowing, so I ask.

"Heather... why am I... in here?" I say tentatively. And Heather scoots closer to me, pressing her body next to me. Her legs are bare for sure, she wraps one of her legs right up next to me, cuddling close. She blinks a few times still just waking up herself.

"You tell me, Dad," she says, continuing to play with my chest hair. I feel my manhood starting to respond to my daughter's silky skin and constant touching. "I got home from work to find you wrapped up like a present in my blankets," she says happily. "Took me a while to get you undressed but you were nice and warm. You pulled me right into your arms, keeping me safe all night," she says kissing my arm again. I am still wracking my brain for the details she is giving me when my body jolts again, this time from my daughter's hand gripping lightly to my growing bulge under the sheets. "It took all my self-control to behave when I was in bed with you, ya know. This guy kept poking me all... night... long," she says, giving a firm pull on my growing stiffness with the last three words.

My head stops pounding so much as the blood from my head starts filling my member to its limit. From the hangover and the early morning tiredness, I do not even try to stop Heather's advances. I have already slid to the edge of the bed, and I am wanting less and less to run away as the seconds tick by. I try to form my words.

"So... we didn't... like nothing... else happened last night?' I manage, still letting my daughter massage me through my underwear. Heather starts to stroke harder, grinning at me.

"No Daddy, I decided to save that for this morning," she says matter-of-factly. My heart jumps and I do move back slightly, my back now partway off the bed. Heather giggles at me again. Her other hand starts pulling on the hole in my boxers, not being discouraged by my retreats. "What's the matter daddy? Your dick is quite clearly ready to go, and after last night I know you want me, don't resist daddy or we might end up doing this on the floor," she says in a plain tone, sexual, but all business. In a moment of shock, I do stop resisting, letting her pull me back to the center of the bed, and letting her sit up to put maximum effort in pulling my dick out of my shorts. It is only when Heather actually has my fully erect dick in her hands and licks her lips that I gain some amount of control. The morning light was pouring in, my daughter had no makeup and bed head, her beautiful breasts were in full view with no cover whatsoever. This might as well be the morning routine, never mind a first time. And the innocence of her at this moment is what allows me to act. As she leans down to inhale my length into her mouth, I manage to pull myself to the side and place a hand on her shoulder.

"Wait... just wait. Heather, we... we can't do this." I manage to say, more of a pleading then a demand. Heather puts on a pout, her eyes still locked on my cock. She whines in her mouth and then speaks.

"Oh come on, Dad. You loved it when I sucked it last night!" she says truthfully. I start to stutter a response when she says something that shocks me even more. "And I don't want to ride you until I lube it up a little!" she says, keeping her whining voice and trying to pull my manhood inside her mouth again. She really was planning to fuck her own father! With no reservations, whatsoever! I start to panic as the craving to feel the inside of her mouth starts to overpower my desire to discipline my daughters' words. I give it one last ditch effort.

"Heather. I will not hurt our relationship any more by not acting like I am supposed to... we... we can still stop this from escalating!" I say, just barely keeping my rock hard dick out of my daughters mouth as she tries to trap in her lips. But Heather is tired of the game of keep away and pulls out her master key to my brain, aiming to turn it off. She untucks her legs from under the blanket, kicking the blanket off and planting both of her feet on my chest. I do stop struggling. She grins at me from my waist and wiggles her toes at me, he long soft soles mere inches from pressing on my face. I look between her soles to look her in the eyes. Her brown and my brown locked for a few moments. "That's not fair..." I say and Heather giggles at me, glee written all over her face.

"Now be a good daddy and lick my feet for me while I take care of this monster ok?" she says sweetly, giving my hardness a little squeeze. She leans down and sucks the head of my dick into her mouth and I let out a moan, to which she sticks a few of her toes into my mouth. Her soft digits play with my tongue while her own tongue goes to work on the underside of my shaft. "And no cumming yet!" she says, popping my dick out of her mouth to speak sharply. "Save that for the main event," she says and continues her work of coating my full length in as much saliva as possible.

The game was over for sure. With my member now trapped in her mouth and her soles pressing lightly over my face like a mask, I was at her mercy. And God, did it feel good. I had forgotten how much I loved fooling around first thing in the morning. And this was first class treatment. A fine young girl half my age, with her beautiful bare feet all over my face, and her mouth going to town on my dick. It made it quite easy to look past the fact that it was my eldest daughter spoiling me so. Just when I was starting to feel the beginnings of my climax brewing, Heather stops her sucking. I am breathing very hard from the build up, it's all I can do but watch as she pulls her feet from my face, and pulls the black panties she had on daftly down her long beautiful legs.

"You ready, Daddy?" she says cutely and pulls herself to a knelling position next to me. She glances at my dick, just her gaze alone makes me flex my member slightly, making it bounce. She giggles again and looks up into my eyes, then sucks her lower lip into her mouth. "God knows I am," she says almost desperately. I watch helplessly as she pulls off my underwear, and then throws her leg over my hip to mount me, pinning my hardness between us, he neat little slit parting slightly around my member. I might as well be tied up again for all the resistance I give. Her beautifully toned body fits so well on top of mine. Her long legs are just the right size to rest on either side to me. Her tight stomach and perky tits are what every man craves to be mounted on top of them first thing in the morning. Her eyes, so filled with lust and craving are reserved just for me, she slides her hips back and force, mixing her own juices with the saliva and precum dripping all over me. Her eyes and voice start to beg. "Please daddy, say it for me... say you want your little girl ride you right now... say you can't stand another moment without your dick inside me... say it for me daddy," she says, putting a finger in her mouth, playing bashful of all things. I break like a floodgate opening.

"Fuck Heather... I want this... I want you. And if you don't do it soon, I'm going to toss you down and take you myself." I say with lust filled honesty. Heather trills in victory. She posts up one of her legs on the bed, and looks down at our hips. She reaches down to grasp my hardness, pulling it up to rest her warm wet opening on the head of my dick. I shudder slightly with anticipation, and Heather takes in a deep breath.

"I'm about to have sex with my father," she says with an air of great achievement. I moan, both from the desire to be inside her, and the realization that was she said is so wrong... but completely true. I place my hands on her hips and give her the lightest of pulls downward, willing her to impale herself on my erection. She sighs again with enthusiasm, and slowly lets her gravity start taking hold of her... opening her pussy for my throbbing invader. I start to feel myself swirling in ecstasy as my Heather pulls inch, after inch of her father's cock inside her. She shutters to a halt, an inch or so of my cock being denied entry at eh gates of pleasure. "Oh Fuck... holy shit, Dad... I can't believe it... I can't... it's too big," she says, her body quivering on top of mine. I sigh with pleasure, rubbing my hands into Heathers thighs, slowly trying to calm her pulsing pussy. I can't help myself; I shift my hips slightly, begging for more room inside my daughter's pussy. Heather almost yelps with overwhelming feeling. Her pussy lips clench on my shaft as she cums, hard. "Nonono, Daddy... wait... oh god... oh god no more... I need, just a few seconds, Daddy please... I want to just... feel you inside me," she says, blushing bright red. Her composure has been lost with overwhelming sexual feeling. I run my hands up her sides, rubbing her soft skin and massaging her abs, willing her body to calm down.

"God you feel amazing, honey." I say, mostly composed, but I am just barely keeping back the monster inside. Heather blushes and smiles at me. She puts her hands on my chest and pulls her pussy lips a few inches up my shaft. I groan and squeeze her ass, pressing my fingers in.

"Oh fuck... oh yes, Daddy... I underestimated your size in my poor little pussy," she says, sucking a few more inches of her pussy back up my shaft... her slow movements are driving me wild. "Oh I feel it... oh this is going to be so good daddy," she says, halting her movement, just keeping the head of my dick inside her. "This is how all daughters should thank their daddy's for loving them," she says naughtily. And suddenly plunges the whole length of my throbbing member with a sexual growl and a dirty slapping sound.

Like a pair of runners at a starting pistol, both Heather and I start to lose control. My daughter seems to have gotten over her first bout of sensitivity as she pounds herself downward on my shaft, impaling herself faster and faster as the seconds go by. Not to be outdone, one of my hands has started to grip and fondle her breasts in turn, and the other his holding tight to her ass, pulling her back down into me as I thrust my hips upward. Heather starts to press her hands into my chest trying to gain some control over her orgasms, but my arms are to strong. As I feel her pussy close around my cock, I only pump harder up into her, causing Heather to shove her fingers into her mouth to keep from screaming. It's all I can handle. Her tight pussy lips sucking me in causes me to disregard any and all inhibitions as I pull Heather's pussy down on top of me as I cum so hard I would not have been surprised if she started to taste it.

"Wait, Daddy no... oh.. oh... mmmhmm," she says, her pussy pulsing with my full length inside her. Warm semen starts to flow out of her pussy and onto my body. We both breath deeply and Heather gives a little giggle. I smile to, laughing.

"What?" I says still smiling. Heather wiggles her pussy around forcing some more of my cum to drip out of her. She smiles her devilish smile, and shakes her head.

"You know, daddy... I hate to do this to you after our first fuck but.." 'Our first fuck' she says? Was she already planning more? She holds her hand out to me palm up. "That'll be fifty bucks," she says plainly. I feel my jaw drop. Was my own daughter, the very one who had just seduced me to the point of threatening rape, demanding payment for her services?!? I can't find the words.

"What?!" Is all I can manage to say. This causes Heather to go into a fit of giggles. She leans down resting her beasts on my chest and kisses me right on the mouth. She keeps her face close to mine and her eyes are practically glowing with happiness. I am still at a lost, but her giddiness is infections.

"Dad. As much as I love you, I don't think it's the right time for us to try having an incest baby yet so... I need fifty bucks for Plan B... I'm not on the pill," she says as if it's a fine joke, and despite myself, I do laugh. She wiggles her ass a bit, very proud of the man she has landed, and my slowly shrinking cock is pushing itself out of her body. I sigh, mostly with happiness that it IS something that we can fix and not her demanding money for sex.

"Well, let me get dressed and grab my wallet then." I say in jest, but Heather suddenly pushes me back down onto the bed, and after looking deep into my eyes for a moment, she lets her lips press into my own in a very loving kiss. After what seems like a long time, we pull apart. I open my eyes and stare into hers, so very like her mother's...

"I love you, Dad," she says softly. Those first three words have never felt truer from any women I have ever known. Even from my ex-wife. I am so stunned that I let my hand come to her face, brushing her cheek.

"I love you too, honey." I say, trying hard to put as much feeling as I had just gotten from her. We kiss again briefly, and when we break apart Heather stands, my slowly shrinking cock is pushing itself out of her body` and starts to clean herself with a towel. The two of us dress quickly, and she says she will go right out and grab the Plan B so as to be safe. She opens her door and walks out to the kitchen. I follow her with a smile on my face. Heather opens the fridge and grabs the orange juice. I grab my wallet from near the door and reach to start the coffee. I am a little confused to find my favorite mug sitting next to a pre made pot of coffee. I blink at it for a second as Heather turns around to pour her juice. As I hand her the fifty dollars, we both look at the coffee then each other with a bit of confusion, then we both have the same thought and turn toward the living room.

I feel my heart stop in place at what I see. Kara is sitting alone on the couch, a cup of coffee nearly spilling in her hands from the lack of attention she had for it. Her eyes, unlike Heathers, did have dark makeup around them again this morning, but her eyes were wide with shock, and her lips were parted in wonder. My heart sinks faster then a rock thrown from a plane. She must have seen Heather and I walk out of her room together, all smiles and soft looks. She would assume I had slept in there because I was not asleep out on the couch. What's more, I had walked right over to my wallet and given her money! Kara's eyes dart back and forth between us and our guilty faces are not making matters any better.

Kara blinks a few times, and shakes her head. Without a word or another look, she stands and walks directly back to her room, shutting the door softly.

I breathe out, unaware I had been holding my breath from the moment I had noticed Kara. Heather looks sideways at me biting her lips but her eyes still shining slightly.

"Well! I guess I better get to the store then," she says with false cheer, and grabs her keys without touching her orange juice. The door closes soon after, and I am left standing alone in the kitchen, with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.

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Heather comes back to the house an hour or so later. She has been going over the sexual memory's she has with her father the whole time she is out. She had really done it! She had fucked her own father just an hour before. Heather smiles to herself as she pulls her car up the driveway and into the garage. HER car! Not her dad's car that she was using... HERS! She had not yet figured out where the money had come from... but her father had earned his daughters' affections with his generosity and concern for their wellbeing. She could feel her pussy lips getting wet just thinking about her father's dominating voice, his strong arms, how once she broke past his weak attempts to fend her off he had come at her like a starving man. God... maybe she should let him tie her up the next time he came to her club looking for a fun time in the back. After all, Heather owed her father a lot, this morning was only the first time she would say thank you with her legs wrapped around her father's hips.

Heather practically runs up the front path to the house. Who cares if Kara could not deal with it? She would just have to stay jealous because Heather had no plans of stopping what she had started. She opens the door and looks around. The kitchen is empty, and so is the Living room. Maybe he had gone back to sleep in her room?

"Daddy?" she calls, looking around hopefully. To her dismay, Kara comes walking out of the bathroom. She is wearing the same thing she was this morning, but to Heather's surprise, she has on a pink pair of Heathers own socks, and she was always barefoot.

"He went to work," she says quietly, shifting her feet. Heather feels her mouth drop slightly.

"But he has the day off today!" she says angrily. And Kara makes it worse by nodding.

"I thought so too... but I guess he wanted to get out of the house or something," she says sadly. Heather can feel herself become indignant. How dare he? He had a whole day off for the two of them to make up for all the time apart, and he actively chose to avoid her? She wanted to scream. She drops off her bag and sulks to the bathroom.

This was partially her fault. She had not given the man anything to look forward to, she should have told him she was going to let him try being on top when she got back. Fuming about her lack of judgment, she turns on the bathroom sink to splash water in her face. The constant stream of thoughts about her father's big cock and strong chest were still driving her wild. She dries her face off with one of the towels and looks in the mirror. Kara is standing behind her, leaning awkwardly on the doorframe. Heather had seen this before from her little sister, this was almost routine for them at this point. Kara was going to ask to play with her feet now that their father was out of the house, but that was just not what Heather needed right now. True enough when her father was kissing her feet and worshiping her toes, it was quite a bit more thrilling then when her sister does it. Sure enough, after a few more moments Kara speaks, though not about what Heather had been expecting.