"Hello...Daddy's home..." Frank Malone said dejectedly to his empty house. It had felt like a tomb in recent weeks. Cold...dead, like something rotten from the grave but still moving on automatic. Rachel had been the love and light of his life. His wife of twenty years had died tragically in an airplane accident. Some mechanical failure took her life and all the others on board. The payouts for surviving family members were insane. He would never have to work again and their daughter, who was about to graduate high school, would have a free choice of any school in the country.
Their little girl was all grown up, he thought as he looked at her pictures on the walls. A head cheerleader and star acting talent, Melissa was doing great with accolades abound. She was holding it together much better than her father. She was working hard on her final performance. The final play in the school year was to be Ovid's Metamorphoses. Unbeknownst to Frank, Melissa had been reading the whole thing.
Melissa Malone had stumbled upon one story in particular that drove her wild. She couldn't explain it but the idea of seducing her father really struck a chord within her. It was so wrong but it got her so wet. She had these naughty and troublesome thoughts often, even before she read the ancient taboo tale. Ovid had just been the match which had alighted her flame of desire.
Melissa had a killer body. All the boys and girls that fucked her in school said so. She was a total slut and took any person she wanted. She used every tool just to train her body for her Daddy's pleasure. She wanted him more than anything. She could only orgasm when she thought about him taking advantage of her. Using her like she needed to be used. Pressed hard into the bed and fucked like she had seen her parents do so many times. Her mind grew hazy and her knees grew weak when those thoughts overpowered her mind. She had a plan and with both of them suffering from loss, she knew it would work. She had left school a little early to get everything set up at home. She was in the living room with the lights turned off. She had a blanket over herself but was naked beneath. She had been playing with herself for over an hour. The couch was soaked but she couldn't stop. She wanted to get caught. She wanted her Daddy to punish her, to spank her ass roughly and call her a dirty slut. She had a Daddy/Daughter porn on silent. The images were enough to get her gushing but she had a toy that took her over the edge easily. She had heard him open the door and began bringing herself over the edge again. She wanted him to hear it.
The silence was interrupted by soft moans and Frank dropped his keys on the table after hanging up his coat. He walked from the kitchen to the living room and found his sweet baby girl in the middle of something. He caught a glimpse of what was on the screen and quickly did an about face.
"Um...sweetie? I'm going to go get some pizzas for dinner. I'll be back in a few minutes. That should be enough time for you to finish," Frank said solemnly.
"Yes, Daddy," Melissa said with a sigh making Frank feel uncomfortable. He didn't pry into his daughter's sex life. Whatever she did was up to her. He just hoped she was being safe and doing that at home was the safest thing imaginable. He thought the man in the video was a little too old for her but it was probably just a phase.
He headed into town and ordered the pizzas along the way by phone. Modern conveniences sure made life much simpler. The pies were ready when he arrived. A classic pepperoni and a hawaiian for his babygirl. She loved the sweet pineapple mixed with the salty ham. He got back in the car and headed home. Everything in the house reminded him of Rachel, especially Melissa. She looked quite similar to her Mother but more refined. All those years of cheer, dance and theater had given her definition. The boys must really be after her but he hadn't seen hide nor hair. She never had time for boys with her schedule anyway, he assured himself. He shook his head before getting out of the car and heading inside with the pizzas.
He placed them on the kitchen table and by instinct got out three plates. His body was shaking when he realized his mistake but he held back the tears. He held himself together so his sweet baby wouldn't see him break. He did at night though, when he was alone and not sleeping in his empty bed. He just stared into the darkness of his empty room and suffered in silence.
"Daddy...it's okay," Melissa said and she came up behind Frank and gave him a hug. She held him tight, clinging on but supporting at the same time. She didn't want her Daddy to fall down and helped him to the couch. She sat him down on the opposite side of where she had been earlier and tried to make him comfortable.
"I'll get the plates Daddy. You pick a movie you want to watch. Anything you want, I don't care. I just want to eat pizza, watch a movie and cuddle with my Daddy. Okay?" Melissa said with a smile. He just nodded his head and she headed for the kitchen.
While he had been gone she had gotten changed. She had put on some yoga pants that hugged her ass but no panties. No bra under her sweatshirt made her feel more relaxed. She wanted to see how wet Daddy would make her just from proximity. She hadn't cuddled with her Daddy in years. The best and worst time was during a thunderstorm. It was an old memory that she cherished. It made her feel safe.
She had also put on some perfume. It was one of her Mother's favorites and she knew her Daddy liked that one best. She got the plates ready and headed back to see what movie he had picked. She was surprised that he chose The Wizard of Oz. It had been one of Mom's favorite movies. She used to sing along with all the songs. She had been the music of the house. After they ate and got more comfortable, she sang a few songs for her Daddy. She was really trying to cheer him up. She had no idea what she was doing to him.
Frank was in a haze. He had noticed the perfume but hadn't said anything. He was glad to have a blanket to hide his massive erection. That scent always made him excited because his wife had worn it on date nights. It was his tell tale sign to ravage her in the evening when they returned home. Just thinking about those nights made his balls ache. He decided to take care of himself later and tried to focus on the movie and his daughter's beautiful voice. She could sing better than her Mother and those old songs soothed him. He never thought his little girl would make him feel better. She got closer and wiggled in beside him as the movie drew to a close. He put his arm around her to hold her close and she put her head on his chest.
"It's going to be okay Daddy," she said as she slowly stroked his chest. "We only have each other now and I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel better," she said with her eyes closed, fighting the urge to continue exploring his body.
"Thank you Princess. You help Daddy more than you know. Seeing you happy makes me happy and you've been keeping up with your schoolwork. When you're done, you can go anywhere...after the settlement, we can afford to do anything" he said and looked away from her, trying to hide the pain of loss he knew was on his face. That money came with the greatest cost but at least it made life easier for them. Grief is more expensive than most people realize. It's a weight and you carry it for longer than you think. Then he felt tiny fingers in his armpits and he erupted in laughter.
"That's better Daddy," Melissa said with a smile of satisfaction as her Father finally expressed some joy. He was quick to get her back along her ribs and she was giggling in no time. She went to get him back in the same spot and her left hand accidentally brushed his swollen member. She pretended not to notice and just went in for more tickles. He kept laughing but she noticed how his right arm quickly went to his lap. He was holding himself down. She decided she would tease him more. She got in his lap and used her little fingers along his ribs. Then she wrapped her legs closer around him, straddling him over his arm. She wanted to grind on his thick wrist, to pull it out of the way and get to what she needed. She just kept tickling him though and watched him wiggle and chuckle. Tears were in his eyes before he asked her to stop. She just kept going and he roared louder. As his body moved uncontrollably, his cock grazed her between her legs and she shuddered. He got stern with her and she gave him a clinging hug, while just shaking her head yes. His voice had scarred her and almost made her cum.
"Melissa...I'm sorry for shouting. I'm glad you didn't listen to me and kept going. I really needed that laugh," he said and she hugged him closer. The perfume hit his brain and made his cock swell. He kept it away from her and hugged her back just as hard. "Daddy's tired Princess and I'm going to head to bed. I'll see you in the morning. You should get some sleep too. Your big show is tomorrow. I know your Mom is not here to say it, but I'm proud of you baby. You've accomplished so much already and life is just getting started for you. Now hop off me and I'll kiss you goodnight," she did and closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead. He pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and did his best to hide his throbbing cock. Frank headed up the stairs with two problems. One was his throbbing cock. The other was his daughter's recent choice in entertainment. When he went to put in his choice of movie, he had found what she was watching when he had gotten home. It was called Daddy Daughter Volume 3: Back Door Adventures. A winning title for sure but the disc had a picture of a young girl bent over looking back. The girl's asshole was where the disc would spin. A sign of clever advertising but a different sort of problem for him. Why would his sweet Princess be watching this?
As Frank headed up the stairs, Melissa's hand dove down her pants. She found herself to be drenched. As the credits rolled on the movie she came hard on the couch. She had made her Daddy laugh again. More importantly she had made him hard as granite. She muffled her own mouth as she came just thinking about that monster inside her. She needed it now more than ever but she had to wait. Her plan was accelerating but it would be a few more days before she made her move. She cleaned up the plates and turned everything off before heading to her own bed. As she crept by her Father's room, she listened for any signs of him doing anything. She knew her Father had lots of stamina. He was a marathon runner after all. Soon, she thought to herself as she crawled into bed naked and alone.
