Martin couldn't help but grin as he made his way down the dorm hallway to his daughter's room. Grace had been gone entirely too long and he couldn't wait to see her. He'd missed the hell out of his little girl. He was so glad that she was coming home for the summer and couldn't wait to spoil her rotten. Martin and his wife, Tuesday, lived in New York City and of course, Grace had to choose a college clear across the USA in Los Angeles, California. They had both been surprised when she applied to and got accepted at FIDM to study fashion design. Grace had always loved fashion, but neither parent thought she'd choose that for her career. But she was their baby girl, so they were supportive in whatever she wanted to do.
Dropping her off in a strange city with strange people had been one of the hardest things that Martin had ever done. The whole family, Tuesday, Martin, Grace and Grace's twin brother Brad had road tripped it from NYC to Los Angeles. Grace wanted everyone to have one last family moment before she settled in LA and Brad settled in Florida at the University of Florida. Martin and Tuesday were going to drop Grace off first and then Brad and then fly back to NYC from Florida.
The road trip was the highlight of Martin's life. He loved spending time with his children. He and his wife had powerful jobs but he had always been the one to take time off from work to take the kids to the doctor, attend parent-teacher conferences, go to donuts with dads, school programs, etc. He was there with a snack when the kids got home from school. He was Mr. Mom. He had a particularly close relationship with Grace, his precious little girl. It didn't hurt that she was movie star gorgeous with her shiny brown hair, stunning gray eyes, curves for days, perky D-cup breasts and a bouncy full ass. Brad and Tuesday had the same close bond that he and Grace did, so things worked well in their household.
Once they arrived in Los Angeles and got Grace settled in her dorm room, Martin had felt the finality of losing his daughter. He had to sit on the bed because he was having a panic attack, literally gasping for breath, his vision tunnelling with the thought that he was going to have to leave his little girl. Tuesday and Brad had gone to get the car, which gave him the chance to say goodbye without their prying eyes watching. Grace launched herself in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and they cried together. After several minutes, Martin calmed himself and started soothing Grace. Finally her cries tapered off and they sat, with her in his lap, holding each other. "I'm gonna miss you so much, Daddy," Grace whispered.
"Me too, precious girl. Me too." He tilted her chin up so she would meet his gaze. Unable to stop himself, he pressed his lips to hers. He meant for it to be a quick kiss, one they normally share, but with all the heightened emotions, it quickly turned into more. Martin couldn't pinpoint who made the first move, but really, it didn't matter. They had always toed the line of impropriety so it was only a matter of time, really.
When Grace's mouth opened under his, Martin groaned and swept his tongue in her mouth to taste her sweet, slightly citrus tasting mouth. Grace's tongue met his in an erotic dance and Martin pulled her closer to him. If it weren't for his phone ringing in that moment, he wasn't sure how far things would have gone between them. Martin pulled away from Grace and answered his phone. It was Tuesday, saying that she and Brad were downstairs waiting on him.
Martin hung up the phone, "I gotta go, baby girl."
Grace started crying again and pressed her face to his neck. He held her tight to him, breathing in her sweet scent. He carefully stood up, with her clinging to him and walked to the door. He gently put her down and pressed his lips to hers a final time. Before things could get out of hand, Martin whispered, "I love you, my precious," and slipped out of the dorm room door.
Except for a brief two weeks during Christmas, which was so overrun with friends and family that they didn't get any time alone, that was the last time Martin had seen Grace. To say he was excited to pick up his baby girl was an understatement.
With a pep in his step, Martin reached room 307 and didn't hesitate to turn the knob and walk in. "Hey my precious, daddy's here," he called as he pushed open the door. The sight before him caused him to freeze, his mouth open in shock.
There was his baby girl bent over the bed, her skirt flipped up on her back and her braless breasts tumbling out of the loose necked shirt she wore. They dragged the bed as she moved in time with the guy thrusting his penis into her pussy.
As Martin barged in the room, the guy jumped back and quickly zipped his pants, giving Martin a view of his daughter's open, wet pussy. It was a sight that nearly brought him to his knees. The guy muttered a hasty goodbye and wisely scampered out of the room before Martin decided if he was going to inflict bodily harm on him.
Grace was slow to get up, preening under her father's gaze. She somewhat smoothed her skirt down before running and jumping on her father, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "Daddy!! Oh Daddy, I've missed you so much!" She buried her face in his neck and breathed in the manly and very familiar scent of him.
Martin did what any father would do, he caught his little girl. If that meant that his hands ended up on her bare ass, then so be it. He wasn't about to drop his daughter. Martin squeezed the soft globes in his hands as he pulled his daughter closer to him. She smelled of sex and arousal but with the underlying familiar smell of his little girl. "Gracie, Gracie...I missed you too, my precious." Martin got a little choked up, finally seeing his little girl again, but realizing she'd done an awful lot of growing up these last few months and he had missed it.
Grace was grinding on his very prominent hard on and it was causing Martin to lose focus. He helped her move against him, could feel her wetness soak through the cotton material of his khaki shorts. "Daddy, daddy," his little girl was chanting over and over as she moved against him. He took one hand off her ass and grabbed her face, pulling her lips to his. The second their mouths connected and their tongues met, Grace squealed as her orgasm hit her. Martin didn't slow down, kept kissing her and moving her against him. He could come this way, but he didn't want to. He wanted to savor that for when he was finally inside his daughter.
Eventually Grace slumped against him, exhausted from her exertions and orgasm. Martin carried her over to the bare bed and gently put her down. He didn't fix any of her clothing, in fact, when he laid down with her, his fingers found her pussy for the first time and softly played in the wet folds while Grace slept. This was everything he had dreamed of and what was even better, was that they had a slow two week road trip back to NYC and they would be all alone. The thought excited him and he couldn't wait to continue things with his daughter.
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Grace came to with the gentle touches of her father's fingers on her pussy. He was exploring and playing like he had never seen or touched a pussy before. She felt loved and treasured by his touch and never wanted him to stop. She was so glad the invisible barrier had lifted, the barrier that kept them from being inappropriate with each other. She'd wanted her father for a couple of years now but not really realizing it. It wasn't until she turned 18 that those feelings changed to sexual feelings.
"Daddy?" Grace whispered. She knew he was awake, his fingers were still moving in her pussy.
"Yeah, my precious?" Martin answered, pressing a kiss on her cheek.
"I love you. I'm so glad this happened." Grace was serious, she never wanted him to stop touching her. She had figured out she had a higher than normal sex drive for someone her age but she feels different now, like a hunger has awakened in her. Now that she knows what it's like to come with her father's help and now that she knows what her father's fingers feel like in her pussy, she wanted nothing more than to have orgasm after orgasm and never have him stop making her feel good. She also wanted to feel her daddy and wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
Martin worked a finger deep into her pussy before answering, "Me too, baby girl, me too."
Grace arched her back as he sank a finger into her pussy. "Promise me something, daddy?"
