A tired Eric shut the door behind him, finally home from a long day at work. He slipped his shoes off, letting out a sigh of relief as he undid his tie and took off his jacket. He slowly climbs the stairs, planning on checking on his daughter, Callie, before laying down for a rest.
As he nears the top of the stairs he hears a moan, or so his mind tells him.
"It must be my imagination," he mumbles to himself. He continues to Callie's room to find her door wide open and her nowhere in sight. Just then, he hears another moan, coming from his room.
He slowly approaches his half open door, "I know I closed my door before I left," he said quietly, and pushes it open with only the slightest creak.
The sight that greets him makes him wonder if he is dreaming. Callie is stretched out on his bed, her 36 C tits out in full view being pinched by one of her fingers, while the other hand is busy inside her half pulled down pants, watching one of his porn tapes.
She lets out another moan, this time with words intermixed, "Oh Daddy, fuck me with your big cock."
To his amazement, she slides her jeans and panties halfway down her legs and grabs the thick dildo laying next to her and slides it in her soaking hole, pumping it until she has fast pace going, "Yes Daddy, that feels sooo goood!" she half screams.
He watches her, caught up in the picture of his beautiful, 18-year-old daughter, fucking herself as she imagines him. He unconsciously reaches down and starts rubbing his hardening cock though his pants.
Then a slow smile spreads across his face as he thinks of how he can work this to his advantage. He strolls into his room and stands right in front of the TV, to get her attention.
Her eyes widen as she sees him and scurries to pull the dildo out of her still unsatisfied pussy and pulls her pants back up and her shirt down.
"What are you doing?" he asks her.
"Um...um..." she knows it's futile to lie, he already caught her.
He walks over and picks up the dildo. Smiling a wicked smile, he licks it till it's clean. Then licks his lips when he's done.
"Delicious."
Callie's mind is racing. On the one hand she got caught. On the other her father didn't seem to be mad. Was that bad or good? She could very well guess what he was thinking. If the indication of the big bulge in his pants was anything to go by.
The only problem was, she had had sex exactly two times in her life, and the guy was small. So her pussy was still pretty tight. She had always secretly wanted to fuck her father. She would always sneak by the door of his room at night and watch through a crack as he masturbated and sprayed his cum, wishing that cum would've been in her wet pussy.
She grinned wickedly back at him,
"Yes it is delicious. Would you like more?" she says as she undresses again, bringing her soaking shaved pussy into view, and spreads her legs, inviting him.
He kneels down at the edge of the bed and pulls her forward until her pussy is mere inches away from his watering mouth.
He licks once through her slit, leaving her gasping.
He decides to tease her and starts by slowly licking her very outer lips, working his way in until his tongue circles her clit. She pushes her pussy up into his face, begging him.
