The 19-year-old girl sat there in her overly fluffed chair curled up in a ball watching television. It was around 5:30 and her father should have been home an hour ago. Knowing a meeting probably ran late, or he had a lot of paperwork to fiddle with before the weekend started, she did not mind his coming home late. She just wished that he would call to tell her so she knew when to start dinner.
Standing up, she walked down the steps from her bedroom and around the house. She wore nothing but a t-shirt that just slightly covered her hips. She wondered many times before whether or not she should actually wear panties around the house. Each time she was reminded of how it'd always be an issue when she saw her father--how she'd get so wet while she played around with him, even though it never went past flirting.
She popped another Hershey chocolate in her mouth; she was upset because both her boyfriend had just broken up with her and with the divorce between her parents. Her world was just a terrible mess, though her father was not doing much better. He had been a wreck since her mom had left him. Her mother was all her father had... and she had taken it all.
Slam! The door shut as her father walked through the door. Walking into the living room, he threw his coat over the chair in the living room and he put his briefcase in the chair. He sat down on the couch stretched and turned the television on to Law and Order.
The girl rushed into the living room and jumped on her father, hugging him tight. "How was your day, Daddy?" Her smiling face always brightened his day, no matter how bad it was.
"It was good sweetie," he said as he patted her on the bum. He was shocked by the absence of panties on his daughter. She moved off him. Smiling, she sat next to him, playing with her fingernails as she cuddled into him, her dirty blonde hair draped on his shoulder as she placed her head on it.
Glancing down, he saw through her shirt, her round plump breasts catching his gaze as she sat there in just a t-shirt. Just like the many other times, it aroused him. She was 19 now--not a child but not a woman, and he knew well enough that her breasts were still growing: he had to buy her new bra's every three months since she was 13, the last time he'd bought them for her she had asked for a 38 C cup. Oh how he wanted to be able to hold them in his hand, to taste them with his lips and tongue. Often, he shut his eyes before going to bed, picturing her curvaceous body, her firm bum, round breasts, and body with soft, irresistible curves. She was short. Her head barely reached his shoulders he'd guess she was around 5'4 maybe 5'5 he himself being a little over 6 foot. Sickened by the thought of how he was thinking about his daughter, he exhaled hard. Clearing his mind, he pulled her close to him, loving the touch of her beside him.
Sighing she looked up at her father curiously, searching his eyes: she knew the look he was giving her. She knew he wanted her, and she wanted him. Lazily she placed her legs over his hips and put her head on his shoulder, her mouth close to his neck, breathing lightly against it. She had done this often, teasing him, seeing how far she could get before he broke.
He resisted the urge to moan as the warmth of her breath and body passed along his. He turned and looked into her lust-filled eyes. He wasn't sure if she was a virgin or not... and at the moment, he honestly didn't really care. At this second, her lips were very close to his and he wanted to taste their sweetness.
Suddenly, she leaned up and kissed him passionately, being unable to stand it any more. She was hungry for him and could tell from how he kissed her back that he was hungry for her too. She moved to straddle his hips, and her hands ran along his body. His hands ran down to the small of her back, and he started pulling off her shirt. Her breasts, visible through her thin shirt, showed her hardening nipples. He took her clothed breast in his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. Hearing her groan from the feeling, he pulled off her shirt with haste.
His eyes glazed over, staring at her young, ripened body, her chest rising and falling. Slowly his fingers trailed down her shoulders. Her skin was not tanned. That didn't bother him: he knew she didn't have time to do what she use to, not with the divorce going on. Lately, she spent most of her time inside now, cleaning and cooking and taking care of him. Her blue eyes were bright with excitement and her teardrop breasts were heavy with their weight. He ran his easily along her breasts, treasuring them, her dark pink nipples hard under his thumb. Those nipples were the perfect size for his mouth, about the size of a quarter. He wanted to taste them, to suckle on them. His hands trailed down to her tummy, even though she had a slight hourglass shape, she still had a tummy it was plump with the lack of exercise; it wasn't large but just a slight rounding. She looked like the women in the ancient pictures painters drew before men were obsessed with sticks. Looking at her, his hardened manhood ached to be free; the pressure from her hips mixed with the warmth that traveled through his pants was more then he could take.
She leaned down and started sucking and nibbling on his neck, gently massaging it with her lips and tongue. Grinding her hips until she could feel his hardness against her softness, she reached for his hand that were still resting on her tender breast she took his hand and ran it down her body to her trimmed pussy. His fingers grazed her just over the outer lips where she was dripping, already wet for his entry.
"You're very wet, aren't you, babygirl." His breath came harder as his arousal pulsed within his pants.
"Yes Daddy, very wet." She said her voice quivering with excitement She wiggled down between his legs, unbuttoning his pants then unzipping and pulling them off. His cock jammed straight up into the air, big and erect. Her mouth watered with the anticipation of taking his cock in her mouth, and she couldn't take it any more: biting her lower lip, she leaned in and took it in her mouth, sucking and licking softly on just the head.
Her lips traveled along his cock. Grazing him, her tongue wiggled around in her mouth against him sending shivers up his body. Sucking gently, her teeth traced down the shaft, taking all 6 inches of him into her mouth, holding him there. One hand gently massaged his balls as she swallowed the head of his cock down her throat. His hands ran along her face amazed at what she was doing to him, it was obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Lifting up, she let him slide out of her mouth, slowly sucking and swallowing his precum. Looking up at him her eyes glazed with passion and her pouted lips slightly parted. She teased the head of his cock with her tongue again, her hand massaging the base of him. His moans poured to her ears, turning her on even more.
"If you keep sucking on me baby, Daddy's going to cum all in your mouth," he said, his hand caressing her face. "Do you want that baby girl?"
"Yes Daddy." She smiled and took him in her mouth again; sucking and bobbing her head up and down, slowly teasing him with her tongue.
"Oh baby girl, you turn Daddy on so much..." His breathing became harsher as she pulled off him and sat on her heels, proudly grinning up at him. Slowly moving up to him, she straddled his hips and teased him with her dripping pussy gently grinding up against him. "Are you Daddy's wet little girl?" he whispered, his mouth agape. His body was pulsing from the feeling of his daughter's tight wet pussy against his long, hard, throbbing cock.
"You want to be in me, Daddy?" Her question aroused him even more. Just at the thought of being inside her made him want to cum right there. His hands on her bum, he pulled her to him, grinding her against his length. "I'll take that as a yes," she snickered.
She lifted off him, taking his cock in her hand. She guided him inside of her, moaning loudly as he filled her pussy with himself. His body pulsed with passion as he felt himself engulfed inside her tight warmth, her musical sounds from her mouth making him harder than possible. She moved harder on him, her breasts bouncing softly against his chest her dark pink nipples vigorously rubbing against his lightly haired chest.
