There was no time for a long encounter, because things just didn't work that way today for Melissa and her father. But they were both anxious because it had been (as it always had...) way too long. Somehow the fact that they didn't usually go for quickies made the possibilities for this tryst even more exciting, because doing it fast was something they had never tried.
They were standing close, both knowing that they were going to wind up naked and fucking again. Through careful planning they had always managed enough time to enjoy each other without haste. But this time it would be a delicate balancing act - quick hard lovemaking that would leave them satisfied (at least for a while) and still manage to use every available minute of the time that they had. They kissed, long wet kisses with a hint of restraint so that the touch of their lips wouldn't overwhelm them into being done too soon.
Melissa was wearing low slung jeans and a pretty blouse, chosen just because she liked how sexy she looked in them. And because a good little daughter pays attention to the clues that come her way, she had figured out how to turn her Daddy on even more. A slip in a conversation last month had caught her ear, and instead of the sneakers she usually wore with her jeans she had on a new pair of lacy white schoolgirl socks turned down above her ankle, and, courtesy of her part time job as a salesgirl at Rave, a pair of very dressy high heeled sandals. She could hardly balance, but the look in Daddy's eye when he saw them let her know that she was dead on target, and the target was to drive Daddy's cock as wild as possible. It was all very titillating, wearing dressy heels, jeans and babygirl socks, because she knew she was radiating 'fuck me Daddy' signals that only her very own father could read.
They shared lots more of those delicious kisses, more fondling through her jeans, his pants. Dad centered his palm over her breast, savoring the feel of her through the thin material of her blouse. He gently massaged her nipple to its most erect state, and the other one followed of its own accord. It was hard not to notice both of her nipples poking out and begging for Daddy's attentions, and she was proud of this arrogant display of her newfound sexual nature.
"Daddy?" she said, steeling herself and leaning her mouth back, away from his. "I want to watch you do yourself."
"What?" he said, his voice muffled through soft kisses on her neck. He didn't stop, and she did love the feel of his lips nibbling the sensitive spot just underneath her ear. It made her want him inside her right now, this minute.
Briefly Melissa thought she might have to save her request for another time. But she had definitely made up her mind. She was going to ask him. She tried hard to ignore the temptations of his hand between her legs caressing her through her jeans, and the delicious shivers running down her spine. She whispered against the myriad distractions of his tickling kisses. She ignored the warm wetness between her legs that wouldn't be gratified unless Daddy's cock was inside her, stretching her full. She gathered her will, refusing the forbidden desires pleading to be satisfied again and whispered, trying to make him understand.
"You always get to watch me. You get between my legs and lick me, and then you reach up and put my hand down there so that you can see me make myself cum. I want the same thing. I want to see you do it to yourself, like you do when I'm not around and you're thinking of me. I want to watch you masturbate so I can learn how to do it the way you like best."
Her hands had unzipped Daddy's pants, setting him free. Free to be stroked. Free to be licked. Free to show how much he loved her by splashing her with sticky need.
"Do I get a fuck first?" he said.
She giggled. "Of course, Daddy. As long as you don't cum inside me this time." Eagerly her hands reached down to unzip her pants and she smiled, looking into her father's hungry eyes as he watched her make her pussy available for his hard cock.
Melissa stepped out of her jeans and panties, which always seemed to be wet when she was around her dad. Thoughtfully she handed her sopping underwear to him. She knew he couldn't lick her and fuck her at the same time, and this way he would have the scent and the taste of her most private place to savor while he thrust himself inside her. She was a bad girl to do things like this, but Melissa always knew just how to tease her daddy and after all, behaving like a vulgar slut turned her on just as much as it did him. She turned her back to him and bent over, straining to bend as far as she could, her hands wrapped around her lacy ankle socks at the end of her long coltish legs, offering her wickedly bare ass to her own father.
The unaccustomed heels made her unsteady, and even though she'd promised herself that she wouldn't, she was forced to spread her legs a little in order to stay upright. She had always wanted him to take her like this, but he never had. This was a position born of necessity, of the need for quick fulfillment and a lack of time. And until now they had always been able to take their pleasures slowly. But now time was short and this was the perfect opportunity for a standing bent-over fuck.
Her hair fell about her face, and she braced herself with her hands on her ankles. Melissa still had on her high heels and pretty blouse, and though her bent over position wasn't exactly comfortable, she felt very wanton and sexy. Only really dirty girls want to be fucked so badly that they don't take the time to remove all their clothes, to lay down and be comfortable. She felt like such a whore fucking her own father like this, but the rewards were too great to ignore. Her father clutched her panties to his face and inhaled her scent, drinking the essence of his wet little girl before he plunged himself inside her tiny need.
Melissa's legs weakened from the overwhelming sensation of being filled with her daddy's huge cock, and she almost fell. But she resolutely refused to surrender. To fall would let him slip from her pussy, and that would be nothing less than catastrophic. It felt too good to have him inside her. She needed it too much. And so she tried her very best to accomplish many things all at once; to catch her breath, to balance on her high heels, to let Daddy take what he wanted so that she could have what she wanted.
