"Get down on your knees." The command was curt, delivered in a low growl. Sarah obeyed, unthinking, knees sinking down onto the plush carpeting. Yet the sensation on her kneecaps was rough and abrasive, like the man who stood in front of her.
She felt a frisson of indignation stiffening her spine. He must have sensed it, because he gave her a derisive smile, gloating in his power over her.
"Daddy, please." The words caught in her throat. She was so reluctant to beg, but the plea slipped out as easily as she'd fallen to her knees moments earlier.
"No Sarah. You have to learn your lesson." He reached down and caressed her cheek with his large hand, dipping it into the white-blonde mass of curls at her temple and rubbing the silken strands between calloused thumb and forefinger.
"If you can't respect my sexual privacy, then you'll just have to be a participant." Her daddy's disapproving tone belied the hungry expression in his green eyes. They glowed as he observed her.
She was only wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. No bras. He could see the dark shadow of her aureoles as she suddenly shivered. Her young, firm breasts pressed against the thin material insistently. Intrepid tits. Audacious girl.
Even though Sarah had turned eighteen a few months ago, she looked much younger than her age. True, she was diminutive. Yet she was also shapely. No, it wasn't her body that made Sarah look young. It was her face. It was the sheer innocence radiating from her guileless eyes. He didn't know if she was innocent. She'd been dating for a few years now…but in an era where most girls became jaded and sexually knowledgeable at increasingly younger ages, Sarah defied it. Somehow, it left her untouched. Pure.
He still couldn't believe that she'd been spying on him. Fury at the invasion mixed with an intense and unexpected arousal. He wouldn't make her do anything. He'd just scare her enough that she'd never spy on him again.
"How long, Sarah?"
She bowed her head, angelic curls tumbling forward to hide her wide, blue eyes. "A long time." She replied humbly, breasts deliciously a-tremble as she quaked before her father's crotch.
He eyes were drawn to them, absorbing every slight motion. The nipples were puckering now. Excitement or fear? He couldn't tear his gaze away from them. They prodded tauntingly at the material of her shirt. He wanted to put his tongue to them, taste them. Horrible thoughts. He'd always possessed a tremendous libido. Heaven knew he'd also never been faithful to his wife. But lusting after his teenage daughter?
He was still aroused. That must be it. He'd been rudely interrupted. As soon as he discovered his daughter was spying on him while he indulged in one of his many extra-marital affairs, he'd stopped and sent Lorraine home.
"Are you planning on telling your mother? Is that why you've been spying on me?" He asked harshly, trying to will his cock down to more modest proportions. It strained intently towards his nubile young daughter. It wanted to fuck her. It wanted to shove itself deep down her throat. Had she ever sucked cock before? She was old enough. Most girls her age probably weren't even virgins anymore. Was she still a virgin?
"No. I won't tell momma." At this earnest statement Sarah raised her shining eyes. She looked up imploringly at her grim father. "I didn't mean to spy. I'm so sorry daddy. I know it isn't any of my business. Please forgive me."
Her hands clasped below her plump tits, pressing them up and together. Her father was assailed with the image of his turgid cock, oozing pre-come, embraced between them. He closed his eyes, fighting wildly for control.
Too much wine tonight. Too little follow through after the incredible foreplay with Lorraine. Damn it. Sarah was his daughter. He shouldn't be thinking these things.
"Why did you do it then? Why spy on me?" His eyes snapped open and he glared back down at her accusingly.
She blushed. Pink color stained her neck and moved quickly up to her cheeks. He was enchanted. He'd seen his daughter blush before, of course. But he'd never had the occasion to wonder if that delicate pink shade affected her breasts as well.
He was a drowning man and he knew it. He watched her lips as she formed the timid confession.
"I was curious, daddy. I've never…I was curious about it and when I watched you…" The pink deepened to red and Sarah ducked her head again.
Her father reeled. His head spun and his cock throbbed hot and heavy, his balls tightening. He should make her clean them with her sweet little tongue. He should make her lap up the pre-come that was wetting his pants.
"Are you a virgin, Sarah?" He asked ominously.
"Daddy!"
"Answer me, young lady."
Sarah lifted her eyes and they caught on her father's bulging crotch. She shivered again as she stared at it, feeling an answering surge of wetness between her legs. Her face felt like it was on fire. Nothing could put it out. She'd be embarrassed for the rest of her life.
"Yes. I'm a virgin." It was curiosity that had prompted her to start spying on her father. She'd known for a long time that he was having affairs. Her mother knew too, but never made an issue of it.
Once Sarah had started watching though, her motivation moved beyond mere curiosity to fascination and awe. Despite Sarah's lack of experience, she could tell that her father was a wonderful lover. At least, all the women he'd been fucking thought so. He changed with each woman, as if he adapted to meet their needs and wants. He'd be tender with one and kinky with another.
How would he be with her? Sarah bit her lip. She shouldn't be having these thoughts about daddy, daddy who'd bounced her on his knee when she was a little tyke, daddy who'd taken her on countless trips to the zoo or the ice cream parlor, daddy who loved to spoil her like crazy.
"Have you ever sucked a cock, baby girl?" His question invaded Sarah's frantic thoughts.
"No. But I've watched other women suck yours." She didn't know where that came from, that throaty temptress voice.
She'd managed to shock him even more profoundly because there were several heavy beats of silence. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't bear it. But his hand found her face again and gently tilted it up. The other brushed her hair away tenderly.
"Look at me Sarah." He commanded. Commands came so easily to him. He loved being in control.
She obeyed and gazed into her father's eyes.
"Sarah," his fingers stroked her jaw "I want you to try it. Will you try it for daddy?" He asked, calloused fingers tracing a slow path to her soft, lush lips. They pressed until Sarah opened them and then they felt along her inner lip, her teeth and finally her tongue.
"Suck it." He said, eyes glued to her mouth and the tanned finger that invaded it.
Sarah obeyed. She sucked on her father's lean finger, twisting her tongue around it and shifting the finger into and out of her mouth.
He pulled his finger back though. Sarah followed it eagerly, lips chasing the retreating digit.
His finger withdrew to his aching crotch, pressing against his weeping dick. His daughter's lips didn't stop. They continued until they pressed against his crotch as well. Even through the material of his pants, he could feel the heat of her mouth on him and it was electrifying.
He couldn't contain a low moan of pleasure. As he stared down at his daughter's lovely face, her dainty lips pressed so sweetly against his groin, did he detect a small smile? The little vixen!
All rational thought fled though, when his daughter stretched those alluring lips wide apart. He caught the gleam of her eggshell teeth and the wet glimmer of her red tongue as she leaned deeper into her daddy, open mouth on the rough material of his pants.
His knees buckled. He clutched the back of her skull as he fell slowly to the floor. Sarah lost her balance and started to topple, but braced herself on the palms of her hands as her head descended along with her father's crotch.
So hot, that greedy open mouth, the press of her lava tongue, muted through the denim. It would be okay as long as that barrier existed between his cock and his daughter's devouring mouth.
His grip on Sarah's head hardened, became almost cruel. He pulled her hair yet tugged her even closer, all at the same time. Tears sprang to her eyes and she gasped for air, but she couldn't breathe. She was smashed too close.
She started to panic as her father began to grind himself into her face. The denim rubbed her flesh raw. She whimpered, dizzy from a lack of air. It was brutal, as if her father were beating her with his cock, punishing her with it.
Finally her dainty hands flew up to his hips and pressed him back. He paused, catching his breath. He panted as if he'd just run a mile. Guilt tore at him when he saw his daughter's face, raw and reddened.
"Baby girl, daddy's so sorry." He said brokenly, feeling tears burn at the back of his throat. She trembled, hands still pressed against her father's hips. And then she did the unthinkable.
She shifted her hands. One pressed against the huge bulge of cock still masked in denim, though there was a large wet spot where her mouth had been. The other undid his button quickly and deftly before her daddy could protest.
