Vincent is a 38 year old assistant district attorney. He has been divorced from his wife Karen for about a year now. She has remarried a man named Chad. Vincent and Karen had one daughter together, Rose. Vincent has always been protective of Rose, she has always been his Baby Girl. He never felt anything sexual towards her until after she turned 18.
Vincent: 38 years old, tan skin, toned body, black hair, short black beard, 6'4 with blue eyes.
Karen: 40 years old, total cunt, remarried to Chad 42
Rose: 19 years old, pale skin, lean body, DD breasts, long golden blonde hair, 5'5 with green eyes.
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Vincent steps back into his office after letting his secretary know he'll be taking lunch. He's asked not to be disturbed for the next hour. He draws the shades over his door and hallway facing windows. He locks the door and quietly jiggles the handle to make sure it's locked. He can feel his erection aching to be freed from the confines of his pants and boxers. He has to take care of this or he'll never be able to focus on his work. And he can't very well walk into the courtroom with an erection. He's trying to make D.A. for fuck's sake and, if he wins this case, he'll get it.
He turns on a radio he has in his office for some white noise. He turns it on, but makes sure it isn't too loud that he wouldn't hear someone knock; just in case. He removes his suit jacket, tie and dress shirt and hangs them up on a hanger on the back of his office door. He carefully removes his suit pants and folds them over the arm of the couch in his office. He also pulls out a small keyring from one of the pockets. As he sits down in his black leather computer chair, he uses one of the small silver keys to unlock a bottom drawer of his desk. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a box of tissues before closing the drawer.
He leans back, the chair squeaks and he flinches, but chuckles at himself when he does. His bulge is tightly pressed against his boxers and springs free the moment he pushes the waistband of his boxers down. A wave of impending relief washes over him. This isn't the first time he's masturbated in the office and it won't be the last. These self-indulgent interludes, however, are becoming more frequent. He's getting a little too good at this. He pumps two pumps of lube into his right hand and rubs it generously around and down his cock. A soft moan escapes him as he lubricates his twitching dick. He sets the bottle down, lays back in his chair, and lets his head tilt back; his eyes closed.
Vincent doesn't need porn from the internet or a magazine for this; his mind has a very vivid imagination and his fantasies are just as vivid. Up until a year ago, his fantasies were just like any other man's: lesbians, straight, two girls and one guy, the occasional slightly older man and babysitter. They were normal, but a year ago everything changed...
Rose's 18th birthday...
It's April 14th a year prior; It's his daughter Rose's 18th birthday. He and his wife Karen have been fighting all week, but have called a truce so Rose can celebrate her birthday. Karen and Vincent's marriage has been on the rocks all year and they are set to start counseling next month. Vincent is 37, Karen is 39. They've been married for 20 years and up until now things had been good between them. He loved her and they had a perfect family. When Rose was born, she immediately became a Daddy's girl. Vincent fawned over her and spoiled her growing up. Never rotten, but she was spoiled.
Rose is the apple of his eye. When she was born, she had light blonde hair and green eyes. He was enamored with her the minute he held her for the first time. He and Rose bonded very quickly. When she was little and he would come home from work, she was always the first to greet him. No sooner would he step out of his car, then Rose would come running outside yelling, "Daddy!" with a bright smile plastered across her face. It warmed his heart to see her so happy. He would catch her as she would jump into his arms, whirl her around and kiss her on the forehead. His nickname for her was always, "Baby Girl."
Every day when he'd come home, Rose couldn't wait to tell him any and everything about her day. For being so little, she would always ask how his day was, which made him laugh. There were times Rose was more attentive to him than Karen was. Even if he came home late or exhausted, seeing Rose running to him always gave him a second wind.
She would always want to hold his hand or sit on his lap and, when it was time for bed, she always wanted him to tuck her in and read her a story. When Rose was about 12, Karen started becoming more and more distant from Rose, despite Rose's earnest effort to have a better mother-daughter relationship. Karen always seemed to be too busy to spend any time with Rose and would make excuses any time Rose would try to spend time with her. Eventually, Rose gave up. Vincent, on the other hand, would always find time for Rose. He could tell that Karen's growing indifference towards Rose was starting to affect her mental health and tried to fill the void with father-daughter dates instead.
Now, it's Rose's 18th birthday; his little girl is all grown up. When Rose comes downstairs for breakfast he sees her in a new light. Time seems to slow as she bounces down the stairs. Her long blonde hair is softly curled and the curls are flowing all around her neck and shoulders, glistening in the sunlight coming through the window. Her emerald eyes are lit up with excitement and accented by her black winged eyeliner, pale skin, and neutral eye shadow colors. Her smile is bright and framed by her deep red lips. His eyes wander down to her slender pale neck to the deep crimson pin-up style vintage dress she's wearing. Her pale skin is complemented by the red of her dress.
Suddenly, Vincent's eyes notice her body in a way they had never before. He finally saw her as a woman and not his baby girl. He quickly realizes how well-endowed she is as her breasts bounce gently with each step she takes. Her supple breasts create enticing cleavage. The sight of her slim waist catches his breath in his throat. The hem of her dress falls at her knees and his eyes can't help but be glued to her gorgeous legs that lead down to her perfect feet dressed in red pumps. As she reaches the bottom step and giggles, he exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
Vincent feels stirrings in his stomach and crotch that he never felt looking at her before. He could feel his heart pounding, palms sweating, and the sensation that, if he stares for too long, he'll get an erection. His black balbo beard hides the flush of his cheeks, but his jaw still drops open. Filled with conflicting feelings and emotions, he can't help but smile.
"How do I look?" Rose asks with a giggle.
"You, uh, you look..." his eyes quickly shoot back up to her face and he smiles softly. "You look beautiful Baby Girl."
"Thank you, Daddy," she giggles.
