It was early Saturday morning and lying in bed under the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the hall from his daughter's bedroom, Jill's father looked up surprised as his nineteen-year-old daughter home from school for the summer danced into his bedroom.
"Wow, baby...where'd you learn to dance like that, sweetie?"
Her smile contagious Jill looked her father right in the eye, pointing at him like the girl in the movie, dancing to Roxy Music's version of, If There Is Something, mouthing the words to the chorus, "when we were young."
"...from the TV, Daddy," she beamed, smiling sensually, provocatively, flushed hot, at first feigning a certain innocence, a heat coursing through her knowing she'd masturbated to a wrecking orgasm on her father's bed the morning before, right where he was laying, his smell in the sheets, her fingers pressing against her warm little pussy, her favorite fantasy her father's cock pressing against her warm little hole through her flowery little panties, the ones with the bow in front her boyfriend loved seeing her in.
"From the TV," meant from the video she'd watched, the movie Tokyo Decadence he'd left in his DVD player. She'd watched it while he was at work, imagining the man making the woman make herself cum moving for him was her father.
Jill couldn't help that Daddy turned her on so much. Something about him made her feel wild and naughty. She wanted him to want her like all the boys at school did, especially the oder boys, her just 5'-2, and so petite, them so big and strong.
Thinking she shouldn't be so wet for her own father, just turned her on even more. Fully in character pretending she was a go-go like dancer for Roxy Music, her father looked so much like Bryan Ferry she wanted to be sexy for him, like he was, her sexy Daddy all her girlfriends teased.
Unlike generally, she felt so soft and confident in front of her father an extension of their playfulness with each other. Already having worked herself up watching herself dance in her full length mirror, already buttery warm inside pushing past her shyness she turned and wagged her little bottom at him, like a little girl dog in heat begging for cock she thought to herself, grinning, her secret thoughts, having seen some very naughty hentai her and her girlfriends saw online and laughed at, but that secretly turned them all on, her Papa's little puppy girl.
Jill purposefully dressed in just her loose fitting pink boy-shorts pajama bottoms - she knew how sexy she looked in them; and, just like one of the strippers in the video she found on her father's computer she'd bunched up her matching pink little half top t-shirt into the collar barely covering her swollen hot breasts.
At first, she was just dancing innocently enough to the rhythm of the music. Now, she was sliding down the doorframe and standing back up like she was pole dancing, looking to him for approval, becoming more and more sexual, getting more and more confident as her father watched her so fluidly mimicking the girl in the video. Jill stopped smiling and was looking at her father differently suddenly let herself feel sexier than she imagined she could, her father's gaze making her feel so warm inside, grinding, swiveling her hips, more and more, the bigger his eyes got, erotically, just like the stripper in the movie in front of the huge plate glass window overlooking downtown Tokyo, all the while mouthing the words to the song...
..." Reveal my secrets
More than enough for me to share
I would put roses round our door"...
She gazed right into her father's brown eyes, his dark brown hair the same color as hers, him partially smiling, a sort of stunned look on his face, her long hair in pigtails dangling down on either side of her face, feeling so steamy sexy, deliciously more than her father's daughter, his little girl all grown up.
She kept smiling at him looking into her eyes, letting her dance not sure really how else to react being so surprised by his daughters impromptu performance; his balls tingling hot...how else was he supposed to react; his daughter, his little girl, so scantily clad; her soft skin and smile so radiant, her breasts and nipples so prominently displayed, her perfect round glowing little belly, her soft little hips, her boy shorts making her look so provocative he could grab her and take her like she wasn't his daughter. She was like the women he fantasized about, jerked off to, and suddenly here she was his little baby in his bedroom his own daughter. It was so wrong it made his cock jump and swell and ache with a seething kind of tingling heat. His daughter, his little girl, her glowing skin the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. A fine line he sensed he was about to cross, they, were about to cross, if they weren't already, her dancing so seductively, his cock now swollen and thick and hard under the covers for her. He stared at her lovely round breasts her nipples pushing out through the thin cotton tee, and when he did, Jill pushed her chest out, wanted him to look.
He'd only been to a strip club twice and back when he was in college, and even then, he intellectualized the experience he'd laughed with friends years later telling the story; and here was his little girl dancing, like his own private little stripper right in front of him, even so young so sexually provocatively gorgeous, everything about her sensuous, erotic, wholly female and in heat and looking him deeply in the eyes made him churn with desire a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
His little girl was making him hard and the harder he got the more he looked at her like a father shouldn't be looking at his daughter, or her at her own father.
When she jumped onto the bed above him he remembered her when she was little bouncing and turning, them laughing together, her dancing for Daddy; he laughed with her now, trying not to be so aroused, to look at her smooth bare skin, her loose boy-shorts hiding her little treasure she knew full well the power of, trying to not look at her shorts lifting again and again subtly, furtively revealing her soft bare translucent skin underneath.
Teasing him with glimpses of her, her inner thighs, the round of her little bottom, a single father, when she began rolling her little hips moving to the steady beat of the rhythm, gyrating, churning inside, biting her lower lip and smiling at him knowing just how sexy she was, he felt himself even if a uncomfortable let himself feel that sexual urge, began to watch his little girl openly, her dance for him, him her only audience in the privacy of their house, in the privacy of his bedroom the curtain drawn, their own little world father and daughter, the music surrounding them in a cocoon of secretive incestuous desire.
He stared openly at the V of her groin her jostling breasts her hardened nipples, into her simply smoldering eyes, longer and longer. He looked at her soft little frame her smooth belly the way she moved, so naturally feminine, so naturally erotic and lowered the paper fully into his lap to cover himself, to press against his straining throbbing hard cock without her seeing.
He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant's, "To Die For," when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowery summer dress danced in front of the car headlights. Lifting her skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her hips, a scene that stuck with him over the years as one of the all time most erotic scenes in Hollywood film, her beautifully feminine thighs, her girlish tummy, the cleft of her soft little pussy apparent under her girlish white cotton panties.
Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, him staring at her soft little baby pussy barely concealed under her thin little shorts, her curves so incredibly sensual, his little baby, his daughter dancing for him; from his prone position it was like looking up at a stripper on a stage, from that angle seeing up under her loose little shorts, the bare smooth heat of her inner thighs. Her knowingly teasing, glimpses of his daughter's bare smooth glowing soft pussy so clearly visible under the thin soft fabric.
The more he stared, the more he let himself enjoy her performing for him, the more he thought things he shouldn't be feeling for his little girl, his baby daughter. Naughty taboo incestuous thoughts making him even harder, thoughts long a secret turn on, his own little lover, his little girl, his private little whore sucking his cock, him licking her for her first time, him lapping at her soft little baby cunny, urged on by her sweet baby cream flowing out to meet his mouth, her rocking her tender little hips, a young sensuous woman now, that magic between her beautiful athletic legs, like a dancers he thought to himself, his little baby his own private stripper. His cock surged.
His heart beating faster, his judgment clouded, his cock aching hot hard, the cheeks of her bottom so tantalizingly close as she turned, bent, her shorts pulling open revealing her entire soft little cunt; she was perfectly bald smooth, her pink little slit shiny wet and his mouth so tantalizingly close. His cock bounced as he sucked in his breath.
How utterly beautiful his daughter was, her smile, her eyes, her mouth, how stunningly captivating, her little pussy, his daughter's beautiful bald little mound, her pink little slit...he imagined sliding his fingers under her shorts and touching her, licking her, pleasuring his little girl, his own daughter making him so hard. He wanted to reach up and pull her to him. He wanted to bury his face between her young legs, lick her soft little pussy.
He breathed in the sight of her coltish legs and torso so elongated, older now, and looked up into her eyes, and smiled knowingly, this time though like a lover looks at his partner, blood rushing to his throbbing aching hard cock, him pressing the back of his hand down against it under the paper, lifting his hips in sync with hers, watching his daughter dance for him.
Jill was loving the way her father looked at her, "this is how...the girl did it, on TV...Daddy," she said breathily, aroused, excited seeing her handsome father staring right at her barely covered creamy wet little pussy as she gyrated, seeing him pressing his cock against his arm, him fucking his hips up toward her staring at her swollen hot tingling breasts.
She felt terribly naughty; what she was doing was maybe wrong to be doing to her father, but looking down into his eyes the way she was and the smoldering way he looked back at her she couldn't stop. The minute she decided to leave dancing in front of her mirror and into her father's bedroom, she wasn't a little girl anymore; she was dancing for him, his own little whore slippery hot wet, her entire body tingling. His staring at her made her feel even more sexy even more sexual, even more like the little whore she imagined herself being for him when she touched herself at night. She saw his cock under the covers, saw it lift the newspaper up, again, and then again, and felt wickedly naughty. She'd made him hard, her father, visualizing his cock thick and straining lifting up the blanket and newspaper him trying in vain to conceal it. She saw him press his arm down on top of his erection, and his hips rise once, twice, rubbing himself. She wanted to see it, up close, hold it in her warm little hands, her father's cock, raging thick and meaty smooth soft hard and wanting to be inside her. She imagined his cock must be wet with pre-cum like her boyfriend's, imagined herself licking it, tasting him, her father's arousal, his need.
