Cindy had never been so scared in all her young life. She had no one to blame but herself. She'd pushed and pushed for this to happen and now that it was about to, she wasn't sure if she wanted it to. It was wrong and immoral. This shouldn't be happening. But Cindy knew it was all her fault and didn't know how now to get out of it. It wasn't until she looked behind her and saw for the first time her fathers giant cock that the fear took hold. Here she was, bent over the kitchen table, her minuscule mini skirt that she'd brought just for this purpose, well to tease her father with, hiked up over her pretty bubble arse, with her nineteen stone father advancing towards her and she suddenly realises that she's pushed the tease to far. His cock looked big fat and angry and he had every intention of using it on her............................... We're ahead of ourselves. I'll go back to the beginning.
Cindy is nineteen, black and beautiful. She follows in the footsteps of all the women in her family and has a natural figure to die for. Full 36DD breasts, a non existing waistline, an arse that is impossible to hide, no matter what she wears and long legs that men and even some women long to have wrapped around their shoulders or backs. She always dresses to please and never fails to make some poor man wish he was in between her thighs.
Cindy currently lives at home with her mother and father and a geeky brother. About June, when it was a nice hot day, Cindy decided to go and sunbathe in the garden. She had the house to herself, her mother was at work as always. And her father had gone down to the bookies. Her brother Simon was at Uni and wouldn't be home till Friday night. Her mother wouldn't be back till that evening and her father would be gone for at least three hours. If she knew him, he wouldn't come back until he had to. Thankful of the secludedness, Cindy quickly stripped off her clothes, smoothed lotion all over her exquisite body and donning her dark Rayban's and laid down for her sunbathe.
She'd been laid there for about twenty minutes before she suddenly felt another presence about her. Through the dark glasses she quietly looked around. She couldn't see anybody, but she was sure that she was being observed. Cindy had a built in second sense for these things. Ever since she realised that men would fall over themselves just to get to her she'd been aware of how men reacted to her. It turned her on no-end to know that she had this power over the opposite sex and never failed to use it to her advantage. No man was safe from her ministrations.
At high school, it had taken just weeks before most of all of her male teachers were clambering to taste her amazing attributes. They'd do anything just to be alone with her and she'd used this to her advantage and was soon accomplishing straight A's.
At college it was the same thing, except now she was willing and able to physically torment her professors. She probably didn't have to, but she had as much enjoyment from driving the men mentally nuts as well as letting them slide their engorged cocks in-between her sultry full lips. Again, for her second year, she was achieving straight A's.
Cindy once again closed her eyes, but the feeling of being watched didn't go away. She decided to get up and investigate. Slipping a beach towel around herself, she made her way to the back door. There she saw the back of her father as her headed into the downstairs bathroom. She was a little shocked. Why hadn't he announced his presence to her? He normally would. They were close and normally he would of shouted that he was in and they would of chatted about everyday stuff. This time he hadn't.
She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. She shouted to her father,
"You want a beer dad?"
"Ugggg.... Errrrr.... N..n..no thanks honey."
"Strange." thought Cindy. He sounded weird. Sort of strangled.
"Are you alright dad?.... You sound kind of weird." Cindy called through the door. She could hear shuffling coming softly to her ears as she waited for his reply. It wasn't forth coming. Instead, she heard a grunt and a sigh and a relaxing breath. Cindy stood at the door for a few more seconds to see if he replied and when she realised he wasn't, she went back to the kitchen and her beer.
For a straight A student she was very slow on the up take and she was half-way back to her lounger before something clicked in her brain and she finally realised what had just happened. Her father had come in to find his teenage daughter naked in the garden and it had turned him on. She had turned her own father on. So much so that he had had to go into the privacy of the bathroom and relieve the pressure.
The realisation hit Cindy like a bolt of lightening. The only thing was, she had no idea how to feel about it. She laid back down and unwrapped herself. Thoughts of her father tumbling through her brain. The art of teasing was certainly nothing new to her. She'd been doing it well since she was fifteen. When she first became aware of what her body could bring her. By the time she was eighteen she had it down to a fine art and was able to lure ninety eight percent of men under her power.
But her own father. Could she really have turned him on. Strangely, the thought didn't disgust her. After all, most of her friends found him to be handsome enough to flirt around and a few of them had even expressed a wish to go quite a few steps further. At six foot four and rugged as all hell, she'd understood why. As far as she knew, none ever had. And she'd often wondered if he was ever tempted by the young nubile bodies that were often being bared around the garden.
She resisted the urge to look towards the house to see if he was again looking. Maybe he'd moved upstairs and was in fact looking down upon her. Maybe at forty seven, one off the wrist was enough for him and he was satisfied. Thoughts turned to her mother. She obviously got her looks from her, but being a year younger than dad, her looks were starting to fade. Even so, she'd been with her mother many times to find that men were captivated not just by her, but her mother too.
As the sun began to warm her body through again, thoughts of her father watching her started to have an effect on her. Her body responded when her mind was trying it's hardest to deny what was truly happening. When at last she was honest with herself it was like a dam door opening. She reasoned that all men wanted a piece of her and some do, so why not her handsome father. Why shouldn't he want a piece too.
She closed her eyes as she imagined her father following her around and snooping when they were alone in the house trying his best to get a naughty peek at her. She smiled to herself as she silently promised that he wouldn't have to try too hard.
Looking towards the house she slowly brought her right hand up until it rested on one massive breast. She gently caressed it and then released it. She trailed her fingers through her succulent cleavage and agonisingly slowly across her flat muscular stomach. On reaching her lightly downed pubic area she gently caressed herself. Nothing too blatant yet. She wanted to take this really slowly. She knew it could never happen, but she was going to get so much pleasure in making her own father want to fuck her.
Looking at her watch she realised that her mother would be home very soon. Now was a good time to go inside and get him worked up. The beauty in all of this was the absolute innocence of it all. In the outside world she could be blatant and the recipient was left in no doubt about what was happening. A nice long look at a mans bulging cock piece and he was sure to understand what was going on. Here she had to be a little subtle. She couldn't be seen to be ogling her own father, one because they had no intention of actually fucking, it was all fantasy. And two, maybe she had got it all wrong and he hadn't been ogling her through the kitchen window and everything had been all innocent. She didn't believe that for one minute, but you never knew.
Cindy put on a sheer shortened kaftan, her heels and headed back indoors hoping she would find her dad in his usual position in front of the sports channel. Sure enough, there he was. She could see him through the doorway and by the looks of the way he was sat, he hadn't been there very long. She'd put money on the fact that he'd been watching her.
"Would you like a beer daddy?" she asked. Cindy hadn't called her father 'daddy' in a long time. Since she was at least an early teen. But she had a feeling this would have some effect on his mind. Even if only mildly.
"Sure honey sounds good." he replied.
Cindy's heels clicked loudly on the floor tiles and she was sure it had distracted her father away from the TV and was watching her with bated breath. She couldn't turn round. She really wanted to, just to see if he was paying attention. Pulling the fridge door open she bent at the waist to reach for the bottle of beer. As she did the shortened kaftan rose up the backs of her luscious thighs and she hoped revealing at least the bottom half of her bum cheeks. She stayed in that position for as long as she dared. After several seconds of pretence at finding something to eat, she closed the fridge door, removed the bottle top and made her way to the front room. Cindy was more than pleased to find her father avidly watching her every move.
