It was a long, hot day at work, and he was looking forward to coming home to his quiet, secluded house in the country. Weekends were always his favorite; he got to play with his daughter. She was a refreshing, completely rejuvenating antidote to the stress of running his own company. Since her mother left them, another failed marriage due to overwork, he had sworn he would not make that mistake twice. No doubt he was spoiling his Baby Princess, but they were closer than ever.
Walking thru the front door, he could here her stereo from her upstairs bedroom. Smiling, he headed to his office, dropping his briefcase. Quickly logging on, he noticed two new emails; one from an online romance and the other spam.
"Man, I hate spam."
Thinking Anastasia was busy upstairs, he left the connection open and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes...t-shirt and shorts. He knocked on Anastasia's door in passing, yelling hello over the stereo. Taking the other stairs down to the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of juice and headed back to his office to finish reading his mail. Turning the corner, he saw Anastasia sitting in his chair looking at the screen.
"SHIT!"
Suddenly instead of the mounting lust evidenced by his erection, he had cotton mouth and his heart was racing. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm before walking in. Anastasia was oblivious to him; her dark hair falling to her shoulders hid her face from view. Coming to his senses he noticed her outfit; she was wearing a burgundy velvet pullover with what looked like a black skirt. His daughter was the fashion Princess, among other things, and her painted nails, finger and toes, completed her ensemble.
Quiety stepping behind her, he could see she was reading his correspondence from his online sex partner. Various emotions pulsed through him; anger and embarassment at his privacy being invaded, and still there was the remnants of the previous sexual arousal, only now tainted with another more wicked quality. He now was looking at Anastasia's beauty in a new light. There was no doubt she was beautiful, but as she sat there enthralled with my erotica, he began to view her as a sexual creature.
Carefully, he put aside his drink. Walking up directly behind Anastasia, he put his hands on her neck, under her hair, causing her to jerk and squeal in surprise.
"What are you doing, Anastasia?"
She could only manage a squeak.
"You were what? Looking at my private email?"
His left fingertips, cooled from carrying the cold drink, teased along her jawline. His right hand firmly held her right shoulder, preventing her from leaving.
"Dad..."
"Quiet...."
Leaning down, the left fingers brushing her red hair behind her ear, his toungetip teased her earlobe. She was shocked. She had been expecting a lecture, but this was out of the blue. Her whole body shivered, goosebumps popping up on her forearms.
"What do you think of the story so far?"
His left hand cupped her chin, turning her face slowly towards him while he kissed up her jaw. His moustache tickled her lips; she could feel his warm breath, smell the after shave he used, his lips caressing her cheek, sending sparks through her to her toes. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, not saying a word, afraid to break the spell. When his lips pressed against hers she arched up into him, kissing him passionately, overwhelmed by her teenage lust.
He sensed her surrender, then her attack. He kissed her forcefully, his right hand tangling in her red hair, drawing her mouth tight to his. The kiss lingered, their lips moulding to each other, her toungetip tentatively exploring his lips. Moaning into her sweet-tasting mouth, he suckled her tounge, gently massaging it. His left hand slid down her burgundy pullover, cupping her right breast through the material, gently squeezing. This time it was she who moaned....
"Don't you know it's naughty to read other people's email?"
His left hand tweaked her hard nipple, pulling on her puckered aureole. She slumped away from the pain at first, but as he milked her nubbin she again arched up, her need overwhelming her fear. He kissed down her neck, softly sucking the pale, smooth skin. She felt buffeted by tremendous competing forces: this was her FATHER that she was kissing; yet she had never, ever felt so hot. He was causing a response in her that filled her senses; she could feel her body flush in the familiar way it did whenever she peeked at him in the shower. Until this moment, she had convinced herself that she was only peeking out of curiosity of the male body, and her dad was the easiest subject to view.
But now all of her logic, the prim and proper attitude with which she conducted herself...everything was being washed away by her father's harsh, sensual touch. She felt like she was falling inside a whirlpool, deep and out of control. Soon the only thing she was aware of were his fingers punishing her nipples.
And she loved it.
Daddy was still fighting a mixture of emotions, anger and embarassment; and, like his daughter, he was losing his objectivity. He knew he should punish Anastasia for so blatantly invading his privacy; until now she had seemed the perfect obedient daughter. He could not recall the last time she had been in trouble. But he had been aroused when he had returned to his office, expecting some erotic chat, at least reading. Somehow he rationalized that he should punish her in that sort of way; after all the story had been one of submission, and his daughter had seemed mesmerized by it. What had started as being swept away by his emotions and taking advantage of his innocent daughter had turned into something more wicked, more debasing. He was enacting his darkest dreams upon his daughter. He was going to test her limits of love and devotion and, yes, even animal lust.
As his fingers slipped under her pullover, sliding up her warm skin, he realized she was not even wearing a bra. This should have startled him but instead he used it to again rationalize that she somehow "wanted" it. Her firm breast barely filled his large hand, but her hard nipple burned in his palm. He fought to regain control of his emotions and concentrated on her nipple. Calculating, he slowly brought his fingers together, centering on her nipple. Hearing her moan in pleasure again only confirmed his decision that she was a lustful soul. Lightly scratching either side of her nubbin, he enjoyed how she wiggled beneath his touch. When he lightly tweaked it she only sucked harder on his tounge.
"Now," he thought.
Slowly pinching harder, he could feel her body begin to pull away. She released his tounge, beginning to protest; he merely pushed her back against the chair, shoving his tounge deeper inside her tiny mouth. She began to quiver, whether from pain or fear, and he was almost ready to release her, having "punished" his naughty daughter.
Suddenly she groaned into his mouth; like a switch had turned, she began once again arched up against his hand, offering herself to him. Rolling her tortured nipple between thumb and forefinger, he pulled back from her plump lips, looking at her face stretched in ecstasy.
"Oh my...."
Anastasia was squirming beneath his touch. He looked down her still clothed body and watched as she writhed as he continued to "punish" her nipple. Her cherry red fingerails reached out to lightly scratch his crotch. He smiled knowingly, acknowledging what was now so apparent; his daughter, his sweet, innocent daughter was as aroused as he was. The full implications of this fact only fueled his black desire.
Incest.
The word meant nothing to him now; his only thoughts were of this lovely, desirable woman/child beneath him. He wanted, no HAD to do this; he was responding to some sort of bond between them. Right or wrong was not an issue; this primal urge went deeper than any law. He would have her.
Her mouth opened as if she were trying to speak, but only guttural moans issued forth. Scooping her into his arms, he lifted her effortlessly. She clung desperately to him, opening her eyes to lock gazes with him. He smiled tenderly down at her.
"Come to my bedroom, Anastasia. Come with me."
The words shocked her out of her reverie, and doubts started to fill her mind again. He filled her senses: his scent, so familiar and now alluring; the warmth of his body, comforting and arousing at once; his face, so full of love and now something more, hunger - hunger for her. She could still feel her hard nipples rubbing against her velvet top; her red satin panties were soaked. She briefly wondered again how this could be happening. Then he leaned down and softly kissed her lips. Her arms tightened around his neck as she surrendered to her daddy's kiss. He carried her upstairs, pushing through her bedroom door.
Her room had that young girl scent; pinks and reds and stuffed animals. Smiling into her eyes, he let her slide down his body, his erection pressing against the length of her body as her skirt rode up. Cupping her chin in his right hand, he tilted her head back, kissing her deeply, longingly.
"Anastasia. I love you...."
She slightly turned to find the bed and sat down upon it, taking her Daddy's hand and pulling him in front of her. He stood before her as she unbuckled his pants and slid them down his muscular legs. Fear had long ago been replaced by lust, and she moved with a confidence buoyed by desire and affection.
His erection sprang into view right in front of her nose, and she was shocked at its size. Her fear returned as she just sat there looking at it. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes and gave her another moment to overcome her doubt, but when it was apparent that she would not move he slid his fingers through her hair, tangling in her luxurious, silky red hair...and pulled her face forward until her lips pressed against his manhood.
"Kiss it, baby."
