It had been an exceedingly annoying day at the agency. As soon as I got home I broke out the free weights and worked off some of my frustrations in my combination office/den next to my bedroom, then got to work on a property we'd taken as a new listing.
I was just about done when I heard the front door open. I figured out it was my stepdaughter, and I was right. It was spring break at the college, and she'd picked up some extra hours at the restaurant during the school hiatus. As she walked by my office doorway, I called out, "Hey, Randi. How was your day?"
"Ugh," she said as she stopped. She was wearing the standard Hooter's uniform, white shirt, orange running shorts. She looked a little frazzled. "It was busy tonight, and I was on the run the whole time. I am so tired. I'm going to take a shower and clean up." She paused. "Daddy." She walked away, toward her room.
Daddy, not Hugh. I knew what that meant after two years of her living with me. I worked to finish off the paperwork, because it was clear we were going to have to have a little session about her attitude. I heard the shower go on, and after a reasonable time go off, then heard her go into her room.
She came out and headed to my office, stopping in the doorway. I was once again struck by her presence. Here she was, a college junior majoring in engineering and carrying a GPA topping 3.75, but certainly didn't look the part, a little 5-foot-1 statuesque beauty, her red hair still damp from the shower. She leaned forward, elbows on the doorframe, wearing a cut-off t-shirt that said I –heart- Daddy, along with a white mini-tennis skirt. It made it difficult to think coherently, to say the least.
I cleared my throat. "Baby, I don't think you're dressed very appropriately right now."
She looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Daddy? I'm home, and I changed into clothes that are a lot more comfortable than my work outfit. Don't you like my tee shirt? I'd think I –heart- Daddy is something you like seeing me wear." She swayed forward and back in the doorframe, propped up by her elbows.
"I'm glad you're comfortable," I said. "But you're wearing that little bitty cut-off tee shirt without a bra."
"Well, yeah," she said. "The bra I have to wear for work cuts into me a little bit, and it feels good to get rid of it. You don't mind me being comfortable, do you?"
"Of course not." I got up out of my chair and walked toward her. "But here's the problem. You have really big tits, and going braless in that little bitty shirt shows an awful lot of skin, maybe more than a daughter should show to her Daddy. When you stand like that, or when you stretch, I can see the bottoms of your tits."
Then I reached out to her, and slid my hands under the edge of her shirt. "See, there's your nipple exposed just like that." I ran my thumbs over both nipples and she let out a little gasp and shivered. The nipples popped up, hard as a rock.
"Daddy," she said in an accusing tone, "you're touching my tits and rubbing my nipples."
"It's hard not to do it, baby. When you walk around, those big tits of yours bounce around and I can see just about everything. It gives Daddy the kinds of thoughts he shouldn't be having about his little girl. That's why it's not appropriate," I added as I continued to caress her tits. I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked, gave it a quick lick with my tongue, then did the same to her left. She shivered, and I stood straight again. "See what I mean?"
"Daddy, you're not being fair. It's not my fault I have big tits. I like to be comfortable around the house. Besides, you have no room to talk right now. You just got done lifting weights, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. How did you know?"
"First, your chest and arm muscles are still tightened up from your workout," she said, rubbing my torso with her left hand. Then she reached down with her right. "And the only thing you're wearing are those compression shorts you work out in."
"Well, yes," I replied. "And...?"
"And it's the same thing for you," she said in mock anger. "You talk about my big tits? Well, I can see the outline of your cock clearly through those shorts." It was her turn to make me shiver as she reached down and grabbed me. "Your dick is big and thick, and I can see it growing right now. You get inappropriate thoughts about me? How do you think I feel? I'm looking at my Daddy's dick and thinking about how big and thick and fine it is, and how good it would taste." She dropped to her knees and with a quick tug pulled my shorts down around my ankles. "This is the kind of cock girls love to suck on. Like this."
She reached out with her right hand, grasped the shaft and lowered her lips to me and took the crown of my cock into her mouth and began sucking, bobbing her head up and down while I watched my little girl begin to give her Daddy head. As soon as I let out an involuntary moan, she pulled my dick out of her mouth and stood up, continuing to hold it in her right hand. "See what I mean?"
