My wife Ginny had given birth to our little girl who because of her wonderful red hair soon became nicknamed Ginger. But soon after my wife left me for an older man, a millionaire. I couldn’t compete with my cuckolding wife’s new guy. I wanted to keep Ginger with me but the father never gets custody unless the mother can be proved to be unfit.
Worse still the old rich guy used his money to stop me even having visiting rights. I still loved Ginny with her red flowing hair she was the only woman for me. I was devastated, my two girls going in one go.
I worked hard and eventually managed to build up a worldwide Corperation. My empire was so huge I managed to undercut my wife’s seducer’s company and have him declared bankrupt. He died of old age soon after and I tried to find my ex wife Ginny and my girl Ginger.
It took me two years using an army of private detectives to locate them. But it was too late to help Ginny she’d been forced by her old seducer to become his firms prostitute. She’d been used to secure deals for his firm by being forced to have unprotected sex with his clients.
When I found her she was in the last stages of dieing from aids. She told Ginger, now a picture image of her mother she was to live with me her father. Ginny died two weeks later and Ginger moved into my palatial mansion in England.
I explained why I’d never been to see her and was horrified when she told me the old man had informed her I just wasn’t interested in her. Ginger kissed me and promised me she’d make it up to me somehow. I was sixty-eight by then old enough to have been her granddad instead of her father. Would the fact that me her father was a much older man upset my eighteen-year-old daughter I wondered?
My girl was so much like her mother I found myself calling her Ginny sometimes and she’d laugh and then give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Soon we were so used to each other she’d sometimes walk around with little clothes on.
There were many handsome local boys who were taken by her fantastic looks but she refused to date any of them. When I asked Ginger why, she kissed me and said, “My heart belongs to daddy!”
We’d both swim in my inside swimming pool with my Daughter wearing just a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. She was my daughter so I realized I must control myself. Probably if I’d seen her grow through all her little girl stages I’d now not be so attracted by her fantastic figure.
But I dreamed of Gingers long red hair and perfect form, exactly as her mother looked as we’d conceived her. One night when Ginger kissed me goodnight she playfully ‘pretend’ flirted with me.
She was dressed only in a tiny thong with a tantalizingly almost sheer front panel. Out of the sides I could see a few strands of ginger pussy hair. On her top she wore a cut down T-shirt, showing the diamond belly button stud I’d bought her for her eighteenth birthday two days before. Her boobs like her mothers were E cup and firm so held the T-shirt open and I could almost but not quite see her young firm tits.
Like her mother she had a thing for high stiletto heels that were frankly incongruous with the rest of her outfit. Ginger said goodnight and started to walk sensually up the winding open staircase to her room next to mine. As she did so her naked buttocks and hips rolled like a fifties film star.
I was sweating and as she got higher I glimpsed the underside of her breasts beneath her T-shirt. I couldn’t quite see her nipples and was scared to move my position in case she caught me.
To my amazement Ginger turned and gave me a smile that was more a come on for a lover than a chaste one for her father and also gave me a teasingly slow wink. In a second she’d gone and my cock was hard as steel. This was disgusting leching after my own teenage daughter.
It was late and as I past Gingers bedroom door I noticed it was ajar. I heard the in suite shower stop and got a glimpse of my baby naked from the back. She lifted her arms as she pinned her hair up. Then she was gone to sleep naked beneath her sheets in the four-poster bed.
I stripped and took my own shower but nothing would make me forget ginger’s body and thus my hard on refused to subside. I tried to sleep but my stiff cock wouldn’t let me. I needed relief and jacked my cock a few times but I knew I had to see my girl naked somehow.
Though I tried to persuade myself this was wrong the devil in my loins demanded satisfaction. Almost against my will I got up and peeked through Gingers still open door. My beautiful angel lay face down with just her bum covered by the sheet. She was so lovely I had to see more.
