Daddy, me and we do the deed
Nothing was said for the next few days after our first sexual act in dad's bedroom, where he tit fucked me and jerked off on my tits, face and had me suck him off. (OK so I sucked him off he didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do.) I had to go out town for a show, but when I got back things began to move on slowly toward full incest between us. Nothing was said about our oral play time in his bedroom and we were back to our game acting as nothing had happen. Dad still enjoyed his morning and evening hugs and kisses. I must admit, I enjoyed them too. He is a tall man, with a figure cut like ex-football player and has managed to keep fit.
I had been home from my trip a few days and dad was not working at his office on this Friday. That morning as I walked into the kitchen, I caught Dad looking at me . . . more intently than he has in the past few weeks or so. I could swear that he was looking at my legs. Was he trying to see through my nightshirt? The thought made my cheeks flush, I don't know why. Yes I did I was horny. If I hadn't been horny I would not have slipped on my 6 inch hooker heels this morning that made my ass stick out. Yea I need a good screwing.
He stood up damn dad seem to be taller, dad had on just his robe, I walked up to him for his morning hug and kiss. He wrapped his arms around me. His arms felt good on top of mine for some reason, so I gave him an extra tight hug. He pulled me into his chest and smelled under my ear.
"Mmmm, Chanel?" He asked of my perfume. I giggled and told him yes.
He smelled again, his nose digging into my ear. The heat of his breath went down my neck, and somehow a chill went up my spine. I got goose bumps. We stood there a few minutes more, when I felt his . . . front, pressed against my . . . front. I could tell he was getting some special enjoyment out of our hug. I must admit this made me dizzy. I had been to a trade show, but I only had one client to take care of and he was a small dick guy that did nothing for me and I was in need of some good hot sex.
"Did my girl do a lot of entertaining at her show?"
I pulled my face back from him and giggled. "I got a nice tip for a job well done!"
I broke away and started making our breakfast. While I cooked pancakes and sausage, Dad's favorite breakfast. I moved about the kitchen in my fuck me heels and short night shirt with just panties under it. I made a point to reach and bend over to give him a good view of my goodies. We had our pancakes and coffee and chatted about everything and nothing. While dad sat across from me his eyes were fixed on my big boobs covered by my thing night shirt.
My breasts are my pride and joy they are a very full 40DD and tipped with a set of sensitive nipples. The areola are about the size of a small plum, but when my nipples are erect they would stiffen and protrude about an inch from the base. I loved to suck on myself whenever I masturbated.
I loved to tease men with my body. In fact, it was the one thing that turned me on the most. I never left the house without being totally 'put-together' and even dressed sexy when I stayed home. This had an unexpected effect on my father who, from the time I was a teenager, began to take notice. After mother died and I moved back home in the evenings I would lounge in a thin red gown with panties and a pair of slip on heels.
At some point I began to take notice of my handsome father's glances. Before long, it became obvious that he was very interested in my hot body, especially my luscious boobs. At first it bothered and embarrassed me a little, then something changed and it started to turn me on. Soon the idea of teasing my own father became the most fantastic arousal I had ever experienced. The dark, illicitness of an incestuous desire slowly grew into an outright obsession.
After father and I had our first make out session where I gave him a BJ, see Ms. Marca Ch.66, we cooled it for a while. We never said a word about what happen in his bedroom. I went on the road again and started traveling and was not around for dad to get all worked up by seeing me in my sexy out fits and nasty poses. It was just about 3 weeks to the day that I sucked dad off, was it time that we fell back into our wicked ways.
I looked up at the kitchen clock and told dad I had to go take my shower I was going out for a while. He said he would do the dished and off I went to the bathroom up stairs.
***
I stood there looking in the full length mirror at my body dripping wet from the shower I had just had. My reflection portrayed my black hair doused, dripping wet as it stuck to my shoulders and back. I stared for a long while at my recently waxed arching eyebrows; my dark eyes; my straight pierced nose and full pink lips. My complexion seemed to be getting darker as I was tokening in the sun more. Grabbing my breasts I pushed them up- they were a full DD cup. The bigger the better I think, so my many clients and a few personal boyfriends can have luscious boobs to fuck. Releasing my breasts I lowered my hands as I roamed my stomach before cupping my butt cheeks in my hands.
"Firm," I said as I slapped them. They didn't jiggle "the jogging works." Lifting my right leg upon the face basin I squeezed some lotion into my hands; as I began working the creamy substance into my palms there was a knock at the door
"Yes" I said sweetly; not taking my eyes from my gorgeously tan toned legs I began to rub the smothered lotion onto them
"Marca baby I need to piss," he bellowed from the other side of the door. I sighed. Was there only one bathroom in the house?
"I'm not dressed!" I said as I replaced my right leg with my left, applying lotion to my partially still wet body. I heard him mumble a curse word. He fidgeted with the door knob. "Baby I need to go bad."
I reach over and unlock the door and it burst open. Ignoring me he squeezed his naked self through the small space behind me to get to the toilet. Apparently he slept naked I thought.
Putting down my legs I began to rub lotion from my neck onto my shoulders, then onto my arms; making slow circular motions with my fingers.
Putting his left hand on the wall, he leaned in to piss, steadying himself with his hand.
"Ahhhhh," I heard him say as the tinkles of pee hit the water in the toilet. Still releasing himself he looked over at me with eyes that said "you're my daughter, I should get first priority to fuck you". I was now rubbing lotion over my breasts, ensuring I lubricated my body fully for smooth skin; I spent extra time rubbing my breasts in clockwise and anti-clockwise directions. So much so that my nipples became stiff; moaning at my own touch I watched my Father in the corner of my eyes. He was watching me intently and from what I could see he had finished peeing and staring stroking his cock.
Applying more lotion to my hands I massaged the thick mess onto my stomach and my sides, following my buttocks; as I did so I cupped the cheeks in my hands displaying to him purposefully how firm they were. I saw him twitch. After that was done I patted my face dry with a nearby towel and I mounted the counter face basin. Spreading my legs on either side of the sink so that the sink basin itself was beneath me in between my legs I stared into the mirror. Picking up my eyeliner from the corner of the counter I proceeded to applying it.
Flashing himself off he finally flushed the toilet and began making his way to the sink to wash his hands; something he doesn't usually do. Reaching between my legs he lifted the lever to turn the water on which when lifted rested against the lips of my vagina. As the water rushed out of the faucet with brute force I could feel it as it sprayed onto my inner thighs and buttocks.
"Cold," I shivered as it touched my body, but not hesitating to stop as I continued to apply my makeup.
"Sorry," he whispered in a husky voice as he began to use his hands to wipe off the water that splashed onto my buttocks and inner thighs. You could call me nasty but I wanted him so badly especially after he touched me.
"Mmmmmm," I moaned as his hands ran ever so smoothly over my buttocks and the lips of my vagina sending tingles down my spine. Reaching for an elastic band I caught my hair up in a high ponytail before applying foundation as I tried to ignore him. I didn't bother to ask him why it was that he slept naked because similar to him I slept nude and other times in just panties. I guess it was more comfortable to him.
"What have you got planed today sweetheart?"
"Getting dressed in something hot and sexy and then going to the mall, if I see something nice, he might get lucky."
"You going out and be naughty?"
"Daddy I might get naughty, but I'm always nice."
He then began to fondle me. Apart from the fact that the water had splashed on me, the fact that my father was hitting on me turned me on. After out play time a few weeks ago in his bedroom I was ready to be fucked by my dad, better yet fuck him. Just thinking about it made me wet. As my knees began to cramp on the hard counter top I asked sweetly
"Daddy can you help me down?" without saying a word he held me by the waist and as I bent my knees he lifted me from the counter and placed me gently on the floor. My back still facing him I began to widen my legs, encouraging him to touch me again. He took the hint as he moved his hands down to my hips and there they rested.
"Daddy I had a date this past week with a guy who said I had a body to die for!"
I looked in the mirror and saw him looking at me with a look of lust. "Was he a boyfriend?"
"No! He was the CEO of a company that I was hired to entertain."
"Oh ... so you went out to dinner with him?"
