Charlotte knew her dad was lonely. Ever since her mum dad died two years previously it seemed like a part of her daddy was gone, he was a lot less outgoing and dominant than he used to be. She heard and sometimes watched as he jacked himself off most nights, feeling almost numinous as he pulled out his 9'' dick. Now Charlotte knew she was a beautiful 18 year old; her shiny black hair and porcelain skin helped to highlight her green feline eyes and almost pixielike features; she was petite at 5 foot and was very slim- but not skinny, just perfectly toned with killer curves and two gorgeous round 32D breasts.
Normally she would wear a strappy or tightish top and a pair of skinny jeans; it was what was expected of her. At school she, like most teenagers, was skint and when she asked her father for money he still upheld the belief that she should earn it. Ordinarily she would normally just do odd jobs around the house, like cleaning or washing with her father 'supervising'. He would watch every aspect of her figure and bent over to unload the washing machine or polish a surface, vigorougly scrubbing until his dick became hard and he would excuse himself before wanking off to images of his daughters breasts jiggling, something that usually produced a pretty powerful orgasm.
For a while Charlie had been after an Ipod but at $299, it was way out of her price range and it was ages away from both christmas and her birthday for her to have any money so she developed a plan.
The next day her father was leaning against the kitchen worktop reading the sunday paper and eating toast. She went over to him and put her arms around his neck, giving him a hug.
"Daddy..." she cooed," I was wondering-"
"Go on, what do you want this time?"
"Well, its just that everyone at school has an Ipos and you have no idea how much i want one- it would be so useful."
"Well, I'll give you the money, but remember you'll have to earn it. I'm thinking the lawn could do with a good mowing." He said, looking out of the window.
"Well, I've been thinking about it." She said, reaching down to her fathers trousers," And what if I were to do a different kind of job for you?" She asked as she unbuttoned her fathers trousers, unzipping the fly straight after.
"Charlotte- what are you doing!" her dad exclaimed. He was surprised but turned on by the idea, causing his already semi-hard cock to harden further.
"Well, I know you've been lonely since mum died and I thought you could do with a little helping hand." She said, massaging his balls through his boxers.
