All characters are eighteen years of age and older, as stated throughout the story. This is simply a work of fiction and is not based on true events.
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Jeff woke early the following morning and went straight to the gym to clear his head. What he allowed himself to be talked into was disturbing, he thought, but enjoying it on the level he did horrified him.
His daughter Ella reminded him of her mother on so many levels. None of which were sexual until he found her lingerie on the bathroom floor. Now his daughter reminded him of his wife on every level.
Returning home from the gym, Jeff found a note from his wife, letting him know she'd gone food shopping, and she was going to pop in to see her mother. Hearing his daughter pottering around upstairs inside her bedroom, he crumpled the note up in anger, and then quietly made his way upstairs into his bedroom. Quietly closing the door behind him, he got undressed and jumped into the en-suite shower.
Images of the previous night came flooding back, or rather the feelings did. As Jeff washed his body he became erect, but the last thing he wanted was to start masturbating over his daughter. He tried to blank it out but it was a struggle, so he turned the shower to cold water only. The sudden cold shock seemed to do the trick. He stepped out of the shower cubicle refreshed and alert, back in control of his thoughts.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Jeff flicked his head around and quickly put a pair of shorts on. "Just a second! I've only just gotten out of the shower!"
"It's ok, dad," Ella came walking in. "I can't see anything anyway," she giggled.
"Ella! What are you doing?" Jeff exclaimed.
His eighteen-year-old daughter was standing before his very eyes wearing a dressing gown and a blindfold.
"Don't tell mum, but put this on," she giggled, tossing another blindfold across the room. It completely missed her father and landed on the bed.
"Ella, listen to me. We can't do this... what we did... you know... last night. We just can't."
"What if I stay blindfolded this time, and you don't, so you get to see everything?" Ella suggested. "I just wanna practise again, daddy," she giggled again.
"Ella!" Jeff sighed and put his hands over his face. He couldn't believe what was happening. "This isn't right. Last night was your mothers crazy idea. You can't just come in here and...." Jeff immediately stopped talking and as if an invisible cloak of paralysis was pulled over him.
Ella had dropped her dressing gown to reveal her young, teenage body, clad in the lingerie her mother bought for her eighteenth birthday. The very lingerie Jeff had masturbated into. But that wasn't what was on his mind.
"You look incredible," he gasped, instantly blinded by his lust.
On shaky legs, Ella walked towards her father with her hands fumbling behind her back.
"Don't do this, Ella. Please don't," Jeff gulped.
"Don't do what, daddy?" Ella croaked, trying to appear confident as she unclasped her lace bra and dropped it from her body.
"Oh lord! Please say this isn't happening!" Jeff begged the heavens above.
"Don't you like my tits anymore, daddy? Ella smirked, unable to see, but knowing where her father's eyes were fixed.
"You shouldn't go around teasing men, Ella. I might be your father but I'm still a man!" he warned his daughter through gritted teeth.
"That's what mum said," she giggled, standing a metre in front of her father in just a skimpy pair of black lace panties.
Jeff glanced the full length of his daughters firm curves and kept his teeth gritted in silence. Her tits were perfect, he thought. Full, round and firm. Her nipples were pointing hard at him. surrounded by dark, large areolas. He wasn't thinking about a blowjob. He wanted to fuck his daughter now.
"Did your mother put you up to this?" Jeff battled with his emotions and desires.
"She said I could practice giving head on you as long as you were ok with it," Ella shrugged, suddenly feeling vulnerable in her blinded, exposed state.
"You need to leave my bedroom, Ella, before I do something we both regret."
Ella hadn't heard her father speak with such dominance and threat in his tone since she was accused of stealing money from his wallet. She had stolen it, but she was only ten years old at the time. It sent chills up her spine which resulted in her nipples becoming sensitive and her clit throbbing. She inhaled a deep nervous breath but said and did nothing.
Jeff walked past his daughter and opened the bedroom door. "You need to leave, Ella. Please! Pick up your bra and dressing gown and go back to your bedroom!" It was an order.
With her back to her father, Ella hooked her thumbs in at the sides of her lace panties and began to pull them down.
"I mean it, Ella! This isn't right!" But his daughter ignored him and bent forwards at the waist. "Oh Jesus!" he murmured, as he watched his daughter peeling her panties down her legs.
Her young, eighteen-year-old, virgin pussy came into view. Like a ripe, succulent peach, it's tightly closed lips had Jeff's mouth watering.
"This is your last warning, Ella! I mean it!"
Ella trembled, but her fathers threatening tone further aroused her. What's he gonna do? She asked herself. Make me suck his cock? She grinned at the prospect of repeating last nights fun.
Jeff was angry. Angrily aroused by his daughter teasing him on a level that would get her in trouble with any other straight guy on the planet. He watched her turn around to face him as she held her hanging panties by the tip of her finger.
She stood there in silence, blindfolded, waiting for her fathers reaction. Jeff glanced the length of his daughters body once more and inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils. Her mound was shaven and he could see the hourglass figure his wife used to have. Ella giggled when she heard the bedroom door close and her father exhale in frustration. Sexual frustration. She then jumped and unintentionally dropped her panties when she heard the door lock.
"Don't move, Ella!" It was another order.
She daren't move. This wasn't learning how to give a blowjob. This was exciting on a different level. Ella remained still, listening to the sounds around her. Jeff went to his side of the bed and pulled the drawer out. Inside, there were several items he and his wife often used on each other. Jeff took out the handcuffs and closed the drawer with a deliberate bang. Ella shuddered when she heard the sound of jangling. It reminded her of a big bunch of keys, only she knew it wasn't that. She tried to rack her brains but then gasped when she finally knew. Standing behind her naked body, her father lifted her left arm and wrapped a metal handcuff around it.
"Handcuffs?" she gasped, fearful all of a sudden.
"I thought you liked playing games, Ella?" her father taunted her and cuffed her other arm behind her back.
"Bu... wh... but what are you gonna do?"
"Whatever I want to do. Whatever I feel like doing."
Ella gulped, feeling a level of arousal and fear like never before. "But..."
"Shhhhh!" Jeff told her, placing a finger against her lips. "Unless you want to be gagged as well as blindfolded and cuffed." Ella shook her head no.
"Your mother taught you how to suck cock against my advice." Ella's breath became shallow and nervous, but equally aroused. "Now I'm going to teach you what happens when you tease a red-blooded male."
Jeff spun his daughter around so she was facing the door with her back to him. He then brought his hands up the front of her body and cupped her big, firm, teen tits.
"Mmmmm, you remind me of when your mother was eighteen. She loved teasing guys to," Jeff hissed into his daughters ear.
The hairs on the back of Ella's neck shot up like pins. "What are you going to do, daddy?"
"I just told you," he whispered into her ear. "Whatever I feel like doing. This is what happens when you offer yourself up like a whore, Ella."
Ella gasped as her father groped her big tits. He dug his fingertips into her soft flesh and inhaled her scent. A soft sigh then escaped her lips when he started kissing her neck and rolling her nipples.
Instinctively, Ella flapped her wrists behind her back, wishing she could grab her fathers cock through his shorts. Jeff chuckled and let go of her tits. He then removed his shorts and kicked her feet apart, before slipping his hard length through the gap between her young thighs.
"Uhh!" she jolted, feeling her father's hardness slide through her legs. His cock rubbed against her wet slit before it popped out at the front of her body.
"Mmmmm, your tight cunt is greasing my shaft already. You're going to be a good little slut, just like your mother was when she was your age."
"Uhh! Uncuff me!" Ella moaned, flicking her hips and rubbing her slit along her fathers shaft. "You don't need to restrict my hands!"
"I know I don't," Jeff chuckled at his hot, wanton, struggling daughter. "I'm going to teach you a lesson in power, Ella."
"God that feels so good!" she sighed. Her pussy lips were so wet they began to open and massage her fathers shaft as it massaged her pussy. "Power?" she wondered.
"All females hold the real power when it comes to sex, Ella. But at your age you're too willing to show your tits, open your mouth and spread your legs for any guy who makes your heart flutter. You don't realise this power until you've been fucked over by too many guys... too many players."
"That won't happen to me!" she groaned.
"I'm going to show you what happens when you fail to control that power. When you give it over so easily without fully understanding it's meaning and consequences. I'm going to show you what happens when you meet someone like me who knows how to take control of you."
"Oh my God, please uncuff my wrists and let me suck your cock again, daddy!" Ella was boiling with lust now.
"See what I mean? You're too eager. Be patient, Ella. You'll be sucking my cock and a lot more shortly."
"Urrrmph!" Ella wiggled in frustration. She only wanted to get on her knees and suck her dad off while she rubbed her clit. She wasn't prepared for what was to follow.
Jeff spun his daughter back around to face him and grabbed her big tits once more. Ella screeched then giggled as her father caressed her soft mounds firmly in his hands. Her breathing became laboured. She was super sensitive and turned on with her hands cuffed behind her back.
"How many boys have you let feel you up, Ella? How many times have you let a guy play with your tits?"
"Only three guys, daddy," Ella breathed.
"So I'm your fourth?"
"Yes," Ella breathed again.
"You love teasing guys, don't you? Walking around with your cleavage pushed up and on display. Making no attempt to cover your tits." Jeff hissed, seduced and possessed by his daughter.
"Blame mum," Ella giggled. "She's the one who suggests most of my clothes when we go shopping."
