**This is a story about the role playing of incest, and does not actually involve any direct incest. Comments are more than welcome. If you have questions about terms used in the story, either e-mail me or do a Google search to learn more.**
Lenore was an 18 year old goth bombshell right out of high school. It was the last summer vacation she would have before she actually had to get serious about her future.
She was tall, slender and fit in perfectly with the 'Glam Goth' stereotype. She wore fishnet stockings with short black skirts that would come down just past her ass along with whatever tight shirt she felt showed off her boobs that day.
Lenore was particularly fond of her 'goth boots'. She donned a pair of knee-high Demonia platform buckle boots daily. Her smooth raven black hair fell to her mid back and was usually in pig tails, accentuated with red and white dread locks. She accentuated her eyes with black eyeliner and purple eye shadow.
Throughout high school, it wasn't only the goth boys that chased after her. And with the clothes she wore to school, she was sent home more than once.
Since graduating high school, Lenore had taken to talking to older men on the internet. She found a site specifically for the purpose of exploring her sexual fantasies and had every intention of fulfilling them. There was one sexual fantasy that had always gotten her wet beyond belief, and that was the taboo of a Daddy fucking his daughter.
Lenore had met a 45 year old man named Foster on this site that she had talked to for weeks, getting to know his inner fantasies of incest. He was a married business man, but had no children. He and his wife were swingers and had been since before they got married. Foster often talked about his wife fondly an described her for Lenore.
Lenore loved the way Foster made her feel online. He brought out the little girl in her soul. Foster had described how he and his friends had goth fetishes. They had even come up with a word to describe their fairly newly found interest in goth girls. Death Cookies. Lenore quickly became Fosters online Death Cookie.
Both Lenore and Foster wanted more, though. When they had first started exchanging e-mails, they both knew it wouldn't stay online for long and that it would move fast once they met up.
Plans were made to meet up for coffee one summer afternoon. She wore her sexiest goth attire, which she usually only took out to go clubbing. Lenore ordered an iced chocolate drink and sat on the patio, waiting for Foster to show up. Only a few minutes passed before a shadow fell on her table. Lenore looked up to see an older bearded man standing over her.
"Lenore?" He smiled pleasantly at her.
She smiled as she stood up to greet him with a hug. "Should I call you Daddy now or later?" she joked.
He laughed and sat down with his coffee in hand. "I hope you haven't been waiting long."
Lenore brushed a stray strand of her black hair out of her eye. "No, I just ordered."
They sat and talked awkwardly for mere moments before relaxing with each other. Lenore crossed her legs and lifted her eyes to look into his seductively.
"You really are a beautiful Death Cookie, you know..." he trailed off, his eyes lingering on her creamy white legs that were covered in fishnet.
She blushed slightly. "Thank you..."
"Listen," he started "I'm getting hard just sitting here looking at you. Do you think we might be able to move this...elsewhere?"
Lenore nodded. "I would like that. Did you have somewhere in mind?" her eyes sparkled in the sunlight as they stood up.
"I actually looked up some hotels in this area, if you would like to get a room for the night." he said, pulling directions out of his pocket.
They walked to Fosters car together and just before he opened the door for her to get in, her turned her to face him.
Lifting her chin up to meet his, they kissed passionately. Her tongue flicked against his and he brought his arms around her body and pulled her in closer. When they broke apart, he smiled down at her. "Such a sweet young Death Cookie..."
Foster opened the door for her and she climbed in. As they were driving, the conversation turned to rules that had been set out by Fosters wife. While they may be swingers, and were free to fuck whomever they wished, there were still no-no's that had to be abided by.
First and foremost, condoms must be used each and every time. This was a safety precaution put in place by Fosters wife to keep all parties involved clean. Lenore had no problems abiding by this, as she had not had many sexual partners in the past and wanted to remain clean. As a precaution, Lenore made sure to remember her birth control pill every day.
They parked in a Pay-lot and walked to the hotel. Pushing through the doors, the concierge lifted his head to greet them with a nod.
"We'd like a room for the night, please." Foster told the man, his credit card in hand.
"Of course, Sir. One room....two beds for you and your daughter?" he eyed Lenore and then turned back to Foster.
"Dad..." Lenore teased, looking up at Foster.
"No, my daughter and I will need just the one bed, thank you." and he squeezed her ass.
The man at the desk raised his eyebrows and nodded, mumbling something under his breath. He handed Foster the card for their room. "6th Floor" he said, and turned back to his computer.
Lenore could feel herself growing wet already. She loved the fact that the concierge already thought they were father and daughter.
They headed upstairs together and opened the room. Lenore dropped her purse on a chair and Foster removed the suit jacket he had been wearing over top of his polo shirt. Lenore felt a sharp tug on her hand as Foster grabbed her, twirled her to face him and pushed her against the nearest wall.
"Daddy's little girl has been so naughty today....letting a stranger take you to a hotel room." He raised her arms above her head and leaned in to kiss her again.
"I am a naughty little girl, Daddy." she looked up at him with her dark eyes. He reached under her skirt and began to massage her pussy through her thong. "Daddy..." she whimpered, biting her lower lip.
