"You're not leaving the house like that, young lady." Bob scolded his daughter.
Lisa looked down at her pink lacy cotton camisole, white miniskirt, and black heels.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing, daddy?" She flirtatiously asked him, swishing her mini skirt.
There was no easy way for Bob to tell his adult teenage daughter that if he, her father, had a difficult time pretending not to notice her soft ample breasts bouncing around in her little lace tops, and barely there miniskirt leaving very little to the imagination, so would other men, and drool all over her to see more.
"But all the girls are wearing this, daddy." Lisa defended.
Fact is, Bob didn't know what was appropriate clothing for his daughter anymore. She's 18 years old. It's summer. 85 degrees in the shade. That's why he doesn't say anything when Lisa prances around the house in her little bikinis. Many times Bob had to hide his erection from her. Lisa's bikini tops were so small they barely covered her perky raspberry nipples. her bikini bottoms were so tiny he could see Lisa's perfectly shaved labia, clear as day, no hair. Delicious. It took Bob every ounce of strength to throw Lisa from his lap when she jumped in it. Lisa was in the habit of leaping into her father's lap moaning, "Mmm daddyyy", her legs straddled over his, her bottom bouncing on his growing dick. Lisa threw her arms over her father's shoulders. She pushed her large breasts into Bob's face. She kissed her father on the mouth. His daughter's teasing was relentless. Bob tried enforcing some authority on his daughter but it was hard. Very, very hard.
Bob composed himself. "When you dress like this it gives men the impression that you're... you know... asking for it." He knew how foolish he sounded.
"Asking for what, daddy?" Lisa teased.
"You know perfectly well what I mean." Bob managed to get out.
"You mean, asking for some co-ck?" Lisa played. "Maybe I want co-ck. Maybe I love cock. Maybe I want your co-ck." Lisa swished her mini skirt at her father while biting on her lower lip. Every time his daughter swished her skirt at him Bob saw Lisa was wearing a little white thong. Omg, he thought. I can't let her go out looking so sexy.
"Just... Put on a longer skirt or something. Please, honey." Bob surrendered breathlessly. He had to leave the room now. The way his daughter said she wanted his cock made it jump to attention. He knew she wasn't going to change skirts. He also knew the moment he heard Lisa's car pull out of the driveway he was going to masturbate furiously.
Lisa came home late that night. Bob heard a car pull into the driveway. He was already in bed and just happy Lisa was home safe and sound. He rolled over and tried going back to sleep when he heard voices. At first Bob assumed a few of Lisa's girlfriends had come home with her to spend the night, until he realized the voices were male, not female. Bob strained his ears to see if he recognized any of the voices but he did not. Lisa had gone too far bringing men home, to his home, this late at night. And what was his daughter thinking, that he would be okay with strange men in his house, with his daughter, especially at this late hour?!
Bob angrily got dressed and went out into the living room. Once there, he found his daughter had stripped down to the little white thong she flashed at him earlier. Three biker looking men surrounded her. They were older, burly, heavyset. Two of them had scruffy gray beards. These biker men were kissing his daughter, sucking on her nipples, and spanking her ass. All of them, including Lisa, were beyond stopping. They were having too much fun to stop now.
"Daddy!" Lisa gleefully sang when she saw Bob standing in the living room.
"Lisa! What the hell is going on?!" Was all Bob could think of to say.
"Oh daddy. Since you won't fuck me, I brought some cock studs home to fuck me. You can join us, or watch. I don't care which."
As Bob's daughter said this to him, the three biker men laughed and continued to suck on his daughter's nipples. One man was standing behind Lisa rubbing her pussy over her thong.
"Oh daddy! Mmm. I want all your cocks!" Lisa playfully moaned.
"You want to suck your daddy's cock too, baby?" One of the bikers asked. "You want your daddy to fuck you?"
"Yes. Yes-sss! I would lo-ve my daddy to fuck me!"
"That's a good little slut! Fuck your daddy!" Another biker instructed.
"Yes! Anytime daddy wants. I'll deep throat his cock. I'll spread my legs for him. Daddy can pound my tight tiny asshole. Anything daddy wants!" Lisa breathlessly moaned.
Bob was stunned. He stood frozen. He had no idea what to do. Should he call the police? Should he throw them all out of his house? But that meant Lisa would leave with them. And then who knows what these men would do to her.
Bob aimlessly sat down on the sofa. He was mesmerized by his daughter's gorgeous body. He didn't want to stay. But he didn't want to leave her either. Was Lisa serious? Did she really want him to fuck her or was she just being a prick tease? My god, Bob thought, she's so beautiful. It was as if Bob was in a trance watching these three three biker men taking turns kissing, licking, and sucking on his daughter's body. He was both jealous and turned on. But his daughter loved all the attention she was getting. Who was he to stand in her way of getting what she wants?
One biker picked Lisa up like a sexy rag doll and sat her on his lap facing Bob. Bob always thought it was stupid to have a love-seat under the flat screen but Lisa's mother insisted all the chairs and sofas faced each other in one big square so company could all talk to each other. Bob asked Lisa's mother for her help with furniture as a mere gesture of good will between them. Keeping things friendly for Lisa's sake. It was stupid. Bob hadn't gotten around to rearranging the furniture.
Lisa was on one biker's lap sitting across from Bob while the other two bikers stood on either side of Lisa and unzipped their pants. The man whose lap Lisa was sitting on instructed Lisa to spread her legs, which she happily did. Lisa opened her legs in front of her father as wide as she could. She wanted her father to have a clear view of her pussy. It turned her on so much to have her father watch. If her father refused to fuck her, then he can watch other men do it. Then the biker whose lap she was sitting on yanked Lisa's thong to one side exposing her pussy. Bob couldn't look away. He didn't even try. She was wet with anticipation. He ached to bury his tongue between her thighs. His daughter was so beautiful. Absolute perfection. And about to get gangbanged by three men while he watched.
With his daughter's legs spread open, the bikers took turns eating Lisa's pussy and fingering her deep and hard. Bob watched his daughter ride the faces of the two standing men. Occasionally one of the bikers would give Lisa's perfect little pussy a hard slap which made Bob's cock twitch with excitement every time. Bob grabbed his cock through his jeans to calm it down. Lisa observed this and would moan out, "Harder. Spank my pussy harder!" The men obliged her. They spanked her pussy until it was bright pink. Lisa's pearl sized clit begging to get licked.
Bob was in a daze. What was he watching? The biker whose lap Lisa was sitting on had pulled his pants off. Lisa slipped his cock into her and rode him hard, making sure to give her father a clear full view. His daughter thoroughly enjoyed having her father watch her fuck. She took turns sucking off the men who were standing beside her. His daughter jerked off one guy while sucking off the other. Then switched. Bob watched Lisa expertly deepthroat each rock hard meat pole, all the way down, to the point she could lick his balls, spit oozing down her delicate perfect chin. How many men had Lisa practiced on to be able to deepthroat like that, Bob wondered. He imagined the number was high. Without realizing it, Bob unzipped his own jeans, fisting himself to his beautiful daughter sucking and fucking.
At one point Lisa and the men were all on the floor. Lisa, on her back, knees spread apart as the men took turns fucking his daughter missionary style. Bob loved seeing his little girl on her back getting fucked so mercilessly hard her breasts bounced all over the place. Bob wished they had nipple clamps to put on her. He made a mental note.
Bob edged himself off. Every time he was about to cum he forced himself to think about cars, or concentrate on the burnt out light bulb. Squeezing his balls didn't work for him. It had the exact opposite effect actually. That's his surefire way to cum.