Melissa and Michael

"Daddy, may I talk to you for a bit? Please?" Melissa poked her head into her father's office door.

"What is it darling? I am on the phone right now... can you give me ... 5 minutes?" Michael asked his daughter.

Melissa simply nodded her head and sat on one of the chairs in front of her father's huge but messy table. She took out a small pink notebook from her shirt pocket and a tiny blue ball point pen. She was always ready to jot down notes because her late mother had insisted that learning could occur anywhere and with a notebook in hand, she would not miss anything. She had been home-schooled until she turned 16 when her mother died of cancer and by the time she went to a high school, she had problems fitting in. She found it very tough to make friends and she also did not fit in into any of the groupies that existed in her school. She graduated from school but she refused to go to college fearing that she would face the same predicament and heartache like in high school. Michael did not push her daughter since he could not stand seeing her in pain. She was his little helper at home as she helped with with paperwork and in being his personal secretary for his small business and in taking care of the housework.

Michael continued to discuss the next business venture with an associate from Nashville. As he explained the details of the contract, his eyes rested on his beloved daughter and he smiled. She looked so unlike her mother. Laura was like a breath of fresh air with long soft blond hair and she was always putting on the most trendy and fashionable clothes that she could get her hands on. Staring at his daughter, she did not have Laura's soft blond hair but instead, she had jet black hair unlike him or her mother. The most obvious thing that Michael realized was that she was the most unfashionable teenager he had ever met. He did not know what went wrong because when she was younger, Laura would dress her up most strikingly. That seemed to fail to affect Melissa. She was a very pretty girl, but she wore clothes that other female teenagers would rather die than being seen in them while male teenagers would frown as they were unsure what made Melissa would put the clothes on in the first place. She hid her lithe body under huge baggy t-shirts or checkered shirt. She would not put on skirts and would only wear lose fitting khakis or faded jeans. Her pitch black hair was straight and long that it nearly touched her buttocks. Despite her unfashionable state and her effort to hide her body, her father never failed to ignore the mature blossoming body underneath it.

Michael had been encouraging her to go out with her friends, but she seemed to be ignoring him. His sister too had tried to improve Melissa's outlook of the lives outside and that included fashion and anything that would make a normal 18 year old girl gleamed with happiness; nevertheless she still was not interested or showing any hint of care. Jenna simply gave up and asked Michael to find someone else to help him with his daughter at the same time said that he too should give up on her. His eyes now were resting on her beautiful face which was void from any make up. No hint of lipstick on her luscious lips. No mascara on those love thick black lashes. No eyeshadow of any colour on her eyelids. She was wearing a faded light blue shirt and a pair of white khakis. She tied her hair neatly and the skin on her neck seemed fairer in contrast to her hair. He could see the place where her pulse was beating slowly. His mind wondered how would it feel to lick her heck.

"Daddy?" She suddenly called him and that brought his gaze away from her lovely neck.

"Yes?" He was startled not only that she called him, but the fact that he wanted to lick his daughter's neck. For the past few months, he had been imagining doing sexual things on his daughter and that disturbed him a lot.

"I need you help daddy. But I am not sure... how to tell you this." She fidgeted on the chair she was sitting.

"Baby... you know that I will help you... what is it?" He replied.

"Can I have the day off tomorrow? Please."

"Melissa Cohen... you don't have to ask me that. Of course you can. If you don't mind... why?" He asked.

"Well... my... my... undergarments are... really worn out... so.. I am planning to get new ones tomorrow."

"Undergarments? Like your bras and panties? Is that it?"

"Daddy... you don't have to say that!" His daughter blushed and he loved staring at her pink cheeks as she blushed.

"Do you want me to send you to the mall?" He asked and she simply nodded.

"Do you have money? No? I will give you the money tomorrow okay? And Melissa... can you please ready the invoice for Bill and Mrs. Fisher?"

"Thank you daddy. I will go now and ready the invoice." She then left his office.

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"Is this enough?" Michael gave her 500 dollars.

"Daddy! This is too much! This is more than I need daddy."

"Are you sure? I can give you more so you can buy your shoes or clothes too... and you have not taken your pay for 2 months already you know. I can give your pay too dear."

"Daddy? Do I need this much?"

"Silly girl! Here... another 500. You deserve it. You have been working so hard for me... and not only that, you cook for me and do all of the housework. You deserve to pamper yourself from time to time."

"I don't do all the housework... you do the laundry most of the time and clean the house too... right?"

"Melissa... just take this money. Go crazy shopping! Have fun!" He put the money in her hand.

"I don't see why I need so much for my panties and bras. I buy cheap ones daddy. I don't need sexy ones or fancy ones... or those that they use to have sex or anything. Or those thongs that goes between your ass... or those bras that have... like... like holes for their nipples... and... I also have seen those with the crotchless ones... and... and..." Melissa suddenly stopped and she was red to the root of her hair. It was extremely rare to hear her talking like this or even mention anything that was remotely sexual.

"I.. I better go... bye daddy... I see you later." She ran out of the car.

"Remember... pamper yourself!" He said thinking whether his daughter could hear what he said.

Michael stared at his daughter running towards the entrance of the mall with her soft black hair bouncing in the air as she ran away from him. He too could not resist to feast on her ass as she ran. Her young supple ass jingled as she ran even though she was hiding it underneath her baggy over sized t-shirt, but when she ran from him he could see plenty of her ass. His body froze as he realized that again, he was thinking of his daughter in a sexual way. He felt guilt forming deep his heart. He cursed himself before driving back home. But, he was also curious as to why suddenly his daughter knew about those kind of panties, thongs or bras. He smiled as it dawned on him that his 18 year old daughter was growing up. It was about time that she learned about how be at least a bit sexual. If not, Michael feared that no men would want her.

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"So... did you enjoy your shopping spree? You were there for quite sometime... and it is so unlike you... but I am happy that you bought a lot!" His eyes lingered on her chest. Something was different, her boobs looked fuller.

"I ... I did daddy. It was fun!" Melissa smiled.

"What did you get?" He asked her and he was surprised as her delicate cheeks were stained red. As she moved, the upper part of her soft boobs seemed to jingled.

"N... Nothing much... just... some clothes and stuff."

"No shoes?"

"That too daddy."

"I see... is this a new blouse too? And the skirt? You look pretty dear." He complimented her.

"Thank you daddy. I am wearing new panties and bra too."

"Okay... I can compliment on them if I can see them." He teased her.

"I... I think I am done. Thank you for cooking dinner daddy. May I be excused?" She quickly grabbed her plate and left the dining table.

"Shit!" He muttered under is breath. "

"Melissa... I am sorry... I was just teasing you." He said.

"It... it's okay daddy... I understand... I ... I will be in my room."

He shook his head regretting things that he said. He had made his daughter became uncomfortable with him and he was the only thing that was closest to her. He also did not know why he became so aware of her now. He believed the lost of his wife was the cause. He had not have sex for so long and he longed to hold a warm body when he slept at night. Melissa had blossomed in front of him. Her body was now a body of a woman. He would stare at her chest most of the time and her ass when she walked in front of him. When they had ice cream, he would see how her lips suck her spoon and her pink tongue licking away. Sometimes when she slept, he would simply observe how those young tits moved.

"Crap! I am thinking of her again! Oh God... what is happening to me?"

Out of the blue, he heard a shriek from above. It was Melissa. He quickly ran up the stairs and she screamed again. He pushed the door to her room and he froze in his track. Melissa was gloriously in her black thong standing on her bed. His eyes were glued on her soft young breasts and her pink nipples. His eyes slowly moved lower and her jaw dropped when he saw her black pubic hair behind the tiny black thong. His heart was beating crazily while his cock began to stir.

"Daddy! Help me...!" She yelled.

"W... what? W... what is it?" Melissa voice brought him back to reality.

"A cockroach... a cockroach... there." She pointed at her dressing table.

Michael walked to her dressing table. He did not see any cockroach! He peered here and there and then he went down on his knees and peered under the dressing table. He still did not see any insects. He slowly stood up and to his surprise, Melissa's arms encircled him from behind. His cock reacted as he felt her soft warm breasts plastered against his back. He was wearing a thin t-shirt that night and he could also feel her hard nipples poking on him while soft young boobs were moving on his back as his daughter breathed.

"Melissa... what are you doing?"

"I'm scared daddy... please... kill the cockroach when you see it! Please daddy!"

"Let me go please... I can't find it if you hold me like this!"

"No! Please... I am scared!" She squeezed his body even more making her boobs squashed even more between her body and his back.

"Baby... please... let go... I will take you to my room and you'll be safe there." The girl nodded behind him.

"Carrry me daddy... please... I don't want to step on that yucky thing! Please!" She begged.

It was the longest walk Michael had ever taken. Holding his near naked daughter in his arms was heavenly. His right arm was under her body while his left arm was under her thighs. Her creamy thighs felt so nice on his arm. Her young body was so warm too. Her left boob was resting on his chest and he also enjoyed observing how dark her pubic hair was. She did not shave her mound and he was not a bit surprised. He lay her on his big bed and it was like a dream come true. Her long black hair, her lovely sexy young body, her puckered pink nipples, her astonishingly divine big aureoles and her pubic hair was a sight to behold. He had to pry his eyes away from his daughter to get that heaven-sent cockroach in her room. He was thanking the cockroach in his mind. As he turned away, Melissa grabbed his hand. He turned to her and he was greeted by having a young girl hugging him with her boobs now squashed on his chest.

"Daddy... please don't leave me. I am afraid!"

"Melissa! You want me to kill the cockroach right?" He was praying that she would not hug lower, because he would not want her to know that he was now having a raging hard-on.

"Come back soon okay... promise daddy!"

"Promise!" He then kissed the top of her head, left his room and staggered back into her room.

He firstly sat on her bed as he was overwhelmed by everything that he saw and experienced. He felt awful knowing that the raging hard-on that he had not felt in so many months was caused by the sight of his own daughter. His lips tingled thinking of how it would taste to lick her pink nipples. His hard cock throbbed thinking of how tight it would be to fuck her young virgin pussy. He closed his eyes thinking of how wet and wanton she could be in bed.

"Damn! I want to fuck my own flesh and blood!"

He took a very long time before he went back to his room. He did not even try to find the insect that scared his daughter. His raging hard on had subsided a little bit. He cursed when he saw the sight that welcomed him in his room. Melissa was sleeping on his bed. Her boobs moved slowly with each breath she took. His cock now was throbbing so badly. He was rubbing his cock slowly from outside his pants when Melissa suddenly called him from the bed. His hand stopped.

"Did you get it? Did you kill it?" He did not answer.

"Daddy?"

"Y... yes... I did. You can go back to your room now."

"No... may I please sleep with you tonight?"

"What? No...no... it is gone now Melissa... go to your room!"

"Please daddy... there might be other cockroaches... please let me stay in your room!"

"No... now.. move it! Go to your room."

He slowly pulled her arm but she would not budge from his bed. His cock was throbbing more and more with the sight of her on his bed. He knew that she needed to leave soon, if not he would not be able to stop himself from sticking his cock into her pussy. He pulled harder and she resisted begging to stay in his room. She tried to pull her arm but Michael was obviously stronger than her. Without warning Melissa did not pull his hand making him tugged to hard. That made him lost his balance and fell on his back. He fell with a thud on the bedroom floor with his young daughter on top of him.

"Shit! This is bad!" He thought.

Melissa in her black thong was now on her father's body. To Micheal's horror her lovely face was on his hard on. She stared at him and she moved her head. He drew a shaky breath as she did it. She then open her mouth and sucked his hard throbbing meat from the outside of his pants.

"Melissa.. no... stop!" He begged but she was now using her teeth delicately nibbling it.

"No... Melissa... you don't know what you are doing! Stop!"

"I am not a little girl daddy. I know what I am doing. I want you to make love to me. To fuck me."

"What? What has gotten into you? Are you crazy? This is incest... this is wrong baby!"

"Does this feel wrong?" She asked as rubbed his cock hard from the outside of his pants.

"Ahhhh..... no Melissa... this is... ahhhhh.... no!" He pushed himself up and staggered to the doorway.

Melissa was still on the floor. She pushed herself up and was on on all four. She smiled when she saw her father was staring at her dangling boobs. She crawled on the bedroom floor towards her father. She crawled slowly, taking her time. She was so close to her father when she turned around crawling away from him. Her creamy ass was now visible for her father. She was happy that he still had not left her. She stood up and faced her father. His cock was bigger than before to her delight. She then pulled up her thong, making the material strain against her clit and her dripping slit. She moved her hip as the thong moved. Her father's eyes dilated as she moved her hip and moaned with every friction caused by the thong that she bought at the mall.

"What the hell are you doing Melissa? This is not right!"

"Daddy... I only want you... I have never wanted any guy because I have always wanted you."

"This is extremely wrong baby... I am your father!"

"Daddy... you are a man too right? You want me too... I know... if not... your cock will not be like that." She said as she pointed as his raging dick.

She sat on his bed and spread her legs. She was still rubbing the thong against her wet slit. She was moaning even louder now. Her eyes were clouded with the lust in her. Her juices were flowing out of her pussy and even her inner thighs were glistening from it. He took a step closer to his daughter. She moaned and begged him to come closer. She begged saying that she only wanted him and his cock in her pussy. He took another step. She pulled the thong more and spread her legs even more. Her pubic hair was soaking with her juices. His mind was focused only on her. Her young supple creamy body and her black hair looked magnificent. His cock throbbed in his pants. Everything seemed like a dream to Michael.

Finally, he was standing between her legs. Melissa pushed herself up and began to unzip his pants. She gasped when she saw his cock for the first time. She pushed his pants and his boxers lower revealing her father's cock and his balls. Her eyes were on his cock and the more she stared at his dick, the more his cock twitched and throbbed. She then looked up to her father. Without any words uttered by Michael, she started by jacking off his cock while sucking his balls. He moaned loudly as her fingers moved up and down his throbbing dick and her warm lips suckled his balls one at a time. She moved her tongue as she suckled his balls and he could not help but grabbed a handful of her soft black hair. He asked her to open her mouth wide and she obeyed. He slide his cock deeper into his daughter's mouth. He slide his cock to the left and he could see how his thick cock pushed her cheek from the inside. Then, he pushed his cock deeper to her throat and she nearly gag with her father's cock. Her eyes watered but he continued by fucking her mouth faster and faster. She began to moan and he noticed that she was straining from his the force of his cock in her mouth. He slowed down and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"Melissa... take the thong off. Now... daddy wants you to be on all four on the bed... good girl..."

"Do you want me to fuck you babygirl? Incest... incest with daddy."

"More than anything daddy." She replied.

"More than anything? Baby... now... spread your legs more. Daddy wants to see your wet pussy." She moaned as he slide one finger in her warm sopping pussy.

"Dad...Daddy... I ... I have never done this daddy."

"I know baby... your pussy is mine... your cherry is mine... you are mine."

"Y... yes daddy... I am yours... please make love to me daddy... please."

"Let daddy feel your pussy first okay...? You are so wet Melissa... your juices have covered my finger. Here... lick my finger... lick it baby... mmm.... how do you like your juice?"

"It... it tastes weird daddy... salty... ahhhhh....." She moaned as Michael rubbed his cockhead along her drenched slit.

"You like daddy's cock baby? Does it make you wet?" He asked but the young girl did not answer. She moaned and whimpered as her father slid his cockhead slowly up and down her slit.

His cockhead glistened as it was covered by Melissa's juices. She rocked her hip as he teased her pussy and clit with his cock. He had never felt like this for a very long time. The sight of his young daughter on his bed on all four with her pussy dripping with juices was magnificent. She was so aroused by his ministration as her juices trailed down her inner thighs.

He stopped teasing her pussy and asked her to be on her back. Her nipples were so puckered that he could not but slowly suckled them. Melissa's body arched and she called her father so loud as he used his tongue to tease her pink nipples in his mouth. He could feel how her lithe body strained each time he suckled her nipples. He too squeezed and massaged her boobs and the feeling of her young soft tits in his hands was so good. He also pinched the nipples to tease his daughter even more.

"Daddy... please... please... so good daddy... please... ahhhhh."

The sound of her voice was like music to his ears. As he teased her boobs and nipples, she moved her body. His cock was on her crotch and he enjoyed feeling her pubic hair on it. Her dark pubic hair seemed to brush his cock even more as he increased his sucking and nibbling on her tits. She was pushing her boobs to his face and he gladly open his mouth and suckle as much flesh as possible while moving his tongue on her nipples. She was consumed with so much lust and arousal. He could see that even her pubic hair was wet from her juices and this indicated that he should use his fingers in her pussy.