The warmth of her father's body relaxed Jenni as he carried her in his arms across her bedroom floor. She licked her lips and smiled as she tasted his cum. Just a few minutes ago he had held her head in place, as she struggled to get free, fucking her throat until he pulled his cock out to come over her face. For a few moments Jenni had panicked; fear induced by his vice like grip on her head and by her inability to breathe. But that fear had subsided when she looked up and saw his face. In that moment he was not the Daddy she had grown up adoring, he was a man using a woman. A man who needed release. And she wanted him to have it.
When his come had splashed onto her face it had startled her. It was the first time she had ever watched a cock spasm and shoot come. The feel of it, the pure force, as it hit her skin had surprised her. It had also aroused her and now as her Daddy carried her to the shower she could feel hot wet the material of her robe was.
She had become so aroused her cunt had flooded and soaked her robe. His forced use of her mouth had scared her and also aroused her. As he had thrust into her throat she had ground her cunt hard onto her heel, feeling the hardness ease her need enough to allow her to concentrate just on his pleasure.
Jenni blushed as she thought of a recurring fantasy she had once had. Being forced to submit. She had always been a "good girl" and being forced took away her responsibility for whatever happened. Of course, she had never been in such a situation. She was too cautious and sensible for that; but the fantasy had always been there.
And tonight her Daddy had; albeit unknowingly; fulfilled that fantasy, at least in part. She nestled into his chest, her face pressed to him, his heart beat in her ear. She sighed contentedly and rubbed her face against her father's chest. He chuckled as she moved, "Feeling good baby?"
Nodding, Jenni smiled happily. Her father reached the door of her en-suite and pushed open the door to the small room. Setting her carefully onto her feet in the middle of the room he stepped back from her and smiled into her eyes.
"Are you sure you are ok, sweetie? I was pretty rough with you out there." His voice cracked slightly as he recalled his selfish use of his pretty daughter.
"Yes Daddy!" Rising onto her tip toes Jenni kissed him softly on the lips. "I already told you that!" She smiled into his eyes, wanting him to understand that whatever he did was perfect with her.
Smiling down at her, seeing her sparkling eyes and soft lips, he couldn't resist reaching out to brush a stray tendril of her honey blonde hair from her face. She was so precious and he was so grateful for the gift she had given him. The gift of herself. He felt tears flood his eyes, emotional that she was giving herself so freely. It had been a long time since his wife, Jenni's mother, had even smiled at him, never mind been intimate.
They just couldn't stop fighting. It was getting worse and when he had told Jenni earlier that he should leave he had meant it. But he had also meant it when he asked her; in response to her frightened question of whether her meant it, how he could leave now. He knew he could never leave Jenni, his Jenni.
Looking to the side he lifted Jenni's hair brush and smiling at her teasingly said, "Now young lady, turn around. Your hair is a mess!" Giggling Jenni obeyed and stood still while he started to run the brush through her slightly tangled mane. He marvelled at how soft it was, how it seems to sparkle and shine like spun gold in the light.
Jenni felt the brush on her hair and sighed as she let her Daddy take care of her. It felt so good to have him brush her hair. It felt so good to be so cared for. She moaned softly, enjoying the tingles that ran from her scalp over her body as the brush worked out the small tangles and brushed her hair to a shine.
After a few moments her father felt a twinge in his crotch. He shook his head as he mocked himself mentally. "There is no chance bud" he thought to himself. He swatted her right ass cheek gently with the back of the brush before setting it aside to put his hands on his daughter's shoulders. He gently started to massage her shoulders. He knew that the position she had been in on the stairs had put pressure on her shoulders and neck and he wanted to ease it.
Gently his fingers worked out the knots that had built up in her muscles. He felt her react to his touch, a slight jump as he found a tender spot, a slump when he worked it free. Smiling, he worked gently, enjoying the sounds of her moans and mews.
He slid his hands down her spine, the silk of her robe slippery under his fingers. He moved his hands around her waist, enjoying the feel of her as she stepped back against him. Deftly he untied the loose knot holding the sash of her robe open and stepped back, chuckling as he heard her groan of protest, and eased the robe from her body.
Seeing her naked ass he chuckled once more. "No panties, my sweet one?" His fingers slid up her stomach, pulling her tank top over her head. He smiled as she obediently raised her arms, without speaking, to let him remove her clothes. Resisting the temptation to cup her breasts as she pressed her ass into his throbbing crotch he tutted at her softly and pushed her forward a step before running his hands down over her stomach.
He loved the way her soft skin felt so warm and smooth on his fingers. He loved the feel of the little diamante belly stud as his thumb dragged over it. He slid his hands around her waist and down over her round ass.
His body reacted to the feel of her ass cheeks cupped in his hands, tingles and shivers running over him and his cock spasming in his jeans. Shaking his head at his wishful thinking he ran his hands up the length of her spine and back to her shoulders and neck where he concentrated on making sure there were no tender spots or knots.
"I am going to massage you constantly baby."
Putting his mouth down to her ear he continued, "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." His tongue flicked over her earlobe and traced the outline of her ear as his fingers dug a little harder into her tight muscles. He licked her earlobe gently then blew on the moisture, teasing her and getting a little moan of need in response. He chuckled lightly and moved his mouth from her ear.
Throwing her head back Jenni let out a moan as her father's magic fingers worked out all the pressure in her shoulders and neck. "Mmm Daddy, that feels so good." Her whole body was relaxing in response to the activity of her father's fingers. He smiled as he kissed the top of her head.
Finishing his massage Jenni's Daddy ran his hands gently over her shoulders and back, down to her sweet ass. He really couldn't get enough of his daughter's ass, he reflected. He squeezed her ass playfully and then took his hands away, only to lightly swat her right ass cheek.
Jenni jumped and yelped in mock pain, turning to face her Daddy. "That hurt!" she pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. He shook his head as he laughed at her antics. She made him so very happy, in so many ways he thought.
"Right, missy!" He pretended to scold her. "You have been a very dirty girl tonight and I think you need a good wash!" He made to grab Jenni and missed as she squealed with delight and darted out of reach to the other side of the bathroom. She stood there naked, giggling, no trace of self consciousness. She felt no need to hide her body from him. She loved him and knew he loved her too. And she enjoyed watching his eyes roam over her.
