I opened the door and there was a young female leaning against my door post.
'Yes?'
'That's not the way to greet your long lost Daughter, Pops! Names, Tracy!'
'Excuse me! I do not have a Daughter. I have never had a Daughter and while I am on the subject, no thanks I do not want a Daughter, Good-day!'
I went to close the door on her and she cried out! 'Daddy! No! Mum's name is Wendy Hunter and you are Arnold Hunter, right?'
'You have been reading the local telephone directory. Nice try. Do you go, or do I call the police?'
'My Mum had a birth mark on her right breast and she was born in Sheffield and has a Sister whose name is Diane and she lived in Huddersfield.'
My knees started to shake, it was my turn to lean on the wall of the lobby. What she just told me could not have been read in any directory. Every word was true! I stood back and spluttered, 'You had better come in then.'
She grinned and said cheekily, 'Don't I get a kiss Hello! Daddy?'
She passed me in the tight hallway and the haversack she had on her back ripped my shirt open and tore a button off, much to my annoyance. The shirt was only ten years old.
'Hey! Careful!'
She laughed and cried, 'Oh! What a big hairy chest you have, Daddy!'
Embarrassed, I tried to cover myself up, but she laughed even more so I ripped the shirt off in temper. She came across and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, accidentally on purpose scratching my right nipple.
I lived in a bachelor pad which had two bedrooms, one I used as a study which was easily converted into a bedroom in an emergency. That emergency was looking at me sexily and still caressing my chest.
I drew away, and asked, 'Where are you staying, Tracy?'
'I have just come down from Huddersfield. Aunt Diane died of Lung Cancer, Daddy. Her relatives sold her house from under me and turned me out onto the streets. I traced you in a cyber-cafe and here I am. Don't you like me?'
'You can't stay here, I don't have room for you!'
She shrugged off her pack in the hall and followed me into my bedroom where I took a clean shirt out of a drawer. She sat on my bed on my king-sized bed and bounced up and down on the mattress.
'There is plenty of room in this bed, Daddy? Do you snore?'
'How the hell do I know if I snore or not?'
'Are you always this grumpy, or is this your Saturday Matinee?'
I burst out laughing, she was so damned sexual and infectious. I could not believe I had sired someone so beautiful. There was a lot of her Mum in her. A Mum who had walked out on me to return to an old flame. Twenty-two years ago! The girl on my bed was a woman! My Daughter! My Daughter Tracy.
'What do want me to call you? Daddy or Arnie?'
'Call me daft if you think I am going to take you on. A woman your age should be married and have kids of her own in a two up, two down Council semi. In Huddersfield! ... Not here annoying me!'
'Woweee! Not only hairy, you are a ferocious bear!'
She was now laying on my bed, on her back with her legs wide open and back. I could clearly see the mound of her pussy through her track-suit bottoms.
'Don't do that, Tracy!'
'Do what, Daddy?' She put her hand down teasingly over her mound which stirred up some feeling between my own legs.
'Display yourself like that!'
'You are embarrassed! You are not used to members of the opposite sex laying seductively on your bed, are you, Arnie? Do you think I am seductive, Arnie?'
'I think you are behaving like a slut, Tracy.'
'Do you want me to take my clothes off and show you how a slut really behaves when she has a lovely hunkie man like you in her sights. You are not a virgin unless I am the original immaculate conception! You must have fucked Mummy or was I the folly of your wild youth?'
'Don't talk like that! It doesn't become you!'
'You do not know me, Arnie! I have had twenty-two years of life and you have been a total stranger. I found you inside one hour on a strange computer in a strange shop in a strange town and I found a strange man who thinks he knows how I should behave!'
'The strange door is there. Maybe you can find your own strange way out, Stranger!'
'Woweeee! You do have a short fuse! You do think I am seductive. I can see you do. Do you have incest in your mind, Daddy?'
'Come, you can help me make you up a room.'
'You want me to stay then?'
'As you say, you are my Daughter. I will not throw you out unless you give me cause.'
'How bad will I have to be to give you cause, Daddy? Her smile was even sexier and I was at a loss how to handle it. Any other woman, I would have it in my tiny mind that she was asking for a length of my cock.
She followed me into my den and I was aware of her perfume, her closeness, her comeliness. I had been too long without sex. She went and sat at my computer which I had left switched-on to answer the door, it was on standby and she moved my mouse which brought it back to the offline Literotica program I was working on as an editor. There was a page of a very sexy story I was editing. Her eyes scanned the page.
'Daddy! What's this? You dirty, dirty, Old Man! " She read out aloud from the screen, 'Sally was bent over the table, her skirt up and her knickers down to her knees and Albert her Daddy was standing behind her with his huge cock in his hand, aiming it at her juicy cunt! There was a secondary target in view, Sally's beautiful shapely ass, and puckered anus." '
She whirled round and looked at me, the cheeky grin back on her face. 'I don't think I can stay here, Daddy! Seems you are into some very naughty things here. It must make your cock very hard and horny when you read things like that, Daddy!'
'I am an Editor. I edit other peoples stories to get them ready for publication on the internet.'
'What type of story is this one?'
'Incest/Taboo.'
'About Daddy's fucking their Daughters? Do you want to fuck me? Are you going to write a story about me? About you, fucking me?'
She was blushing when she said it, and her breasts were pert and her nipples dimpling her jersey. I felt my cock begin to thread its way through my underwear. My secret answer was, Yes, Yes, Yes! She said it for me.
'You do want me, don't you, Daddy! Your prick has grown terribly hard! You want to fuck your Daughter, don't you?' She stood up and quickly stripped down her pants and knickers and stepped out of them and her shoes. Her pussy was clean shaven. This wasn't happening! The stories I had written, the stories I had edited about Fathers fucking Daughters and here it was happening to me in real life. I just stood there! Petrified!
She bent over and relinquished her knickers from the folds of her pants and stood up and moved quickly over to me. She grabbed hold of my cock and a fair portion of my slacks and pushed me back until I fell onto the studio- couch against the back wall. Then she covered my nose and mouth with her wet smelly knickers. I was turned on and scared stiff!
'Breathe in Daddy! Smell my cunt juices, Daddy! Your Daughter has the hots for you, Daddy! Open your mouth and taste my juices. Go on! You know you want to. Pretend you are Albert and I'm Sally, You are standing behind me with this big cock in your hand. The big cock you fucked my Mum with. Can you remember her, laying there with her legs wide open for you Daddy. You didn't know, I your Daughter, Tracy, was amongst all those millions of seeds this hard big cock of yours pumped into her pussy, did you, Daddy? Poor, poor Daddy. What goes around cums around. Now it is my turn to have this big cock of yours pumping cum inside my cunt, Daddy. Can you still pump out so many seed? Or should I say Pump in? Oh! Daddy will you stop making your Daughter so horny!'
Her hands had been very busy and she had unzipped my flies and exposed my rock hard cock. She dropped to her knees between my legs and started to lap with her wet warm tongue the shaft of my rampant appendage.
'Oh Mom! Mommimio! You sure did pick'em big, Ma! Do the women you write for know you have one this size? Why haven't you got a woman, Daddy? Are you gay? I bet there's hundreds of nice young men who would love to have this baby up their bumikins.'
'Yes, I am gay. I hate women, especially Daughters who seem to have no morals.'
'Daddy! Oh My God! You can't be gay! I won't let you be! From now on I will see to it that you stop fucking young boys and only fuck women and your Daughter, Tracy.'
'What! No boys at all? What about young men? Surely I can have a few of them? Oh! Easy, watch your teeth, that was sore?'
'What stories do you write?' She said when she came up for air.
'All sorts, mostly anal or incest taboo, why?'
'Did you ever fuck Mum in her ass?'
'That is a bit personal, Tracy. Yes, I did.'