Garrett slumped in his office chair and peered around the side of his computer monitor into Natalie's office. He felt strangely guilty.
"What did I just let happen? I just let my own flesh and blood suck my dick. The very seed that made her, she drank from me, like it was candy. My God, my daughter just sucked my dick!" Garrett repeated it in his mind over and over.
He sat in a daze for minutes that seemed like hours retracing every single detail that happened. "But it felt so damn good and she looked so incredible doing it! Where did she learn all that? Licking my cum off the floor? Oh God! Well... it wasn't sex, at least."
Garrett searched into Natalie's office, feeling as if she could hear his thoughts. She was sitting at her desk, leaning over with her face close to the computer screen. She was either reading something in small print or she hadn't bothered to put on her glasses. He peeked below her desk, noticing her legs were spread somewhat. Not at all usual for her. She would occasionally switch legs and cross them again or had them tightly together. He focused his eyes between her legs and could vaguely make out the lace tops of her stockings hugging her inner thighs, a tiny bit of her exposed upper thigh and those sultry, little black panties.
Then a shock came across him. He had forgotten about the link his daughter was going to send him. A link directly to Natalie's secret folder of pictures. Garrett opened his email looking for new messages.
He never really noticed, but his daughter's various emails and forwards completely filled his list of emails. How long had this been going on? Even though his email was password protected, Garrett had very explicit correspondences from his own daughter and several dozen emails containing hoards of pictures of Makayla. Pictures that wouldn't look good on him or her, if someone were to snoop around a little.
Two new messages. Both from his lovely daughter. His pulse quickened, as it always did when he received messages from her. He could only imagine what was on the other side of that mouse click.
Message one. The subject: I can still taste you Daddy. He quickly put on his headphones and clicked the audio file. (To hear Makayla's audio file, search for this story in the TEXT WITH AUDIO section.)
"Hey Daddy, I miss you already. But I'm so glad you came home to see me. I've been thinking of you all day. My little panties have been dripping wet all day thinking about you. Fantasizing about you. I can just imagine your expression watching me. Watching me lay on your bed. The bed you sleep on every night. Watching your pretty little daughter take her clothes off for you. Mmm, my big, perky, teenage tits. My wet, little, virgin pussy all exposed for my daddy. Did you like watching you little princess fuck herself for you? Did you like seeing me grinding my dripping wet, eighteen year old pussy into your pillow? Mmm, the pillow you lay your face on every night? I wish I could sleep beside you, Daddy. Mmm, feel your strong body against mine. Hmm, you could fuck me any time you wanted, you know? Mmmm, I know you wanna fuck me, Daddy. It's just a matter of time before you snap...mmm, before you snap my sweet, little cherry. I saved it for you. Saved my virginity just... for... you. Oh God I wish you would just fuck me! Mmm, will you please fuck me soon, Daddy? Oh God, that would be so amazing! I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.
Well, guess what I'm doing now, Daddy? I'm slipping one of my fingers inside my tight, wet pussy thinking of you. Mmm, I can still taste your cum in my mouth. Uh, you taste so good. So, how did you like coming home to your naked daughter? Finding me on my knees, just inside the door. Did you like putting your cock in my mouth, Daddy? Did you like looking at your beautiful, little girl sucking your dick? Watching her take your entire cock in her sweet, little mouth? Mmm, you know you're the only guy I've ever done that to, don't you? Did you like watching your cum puddle up on my tongue? And watching me swallow every bit? The same cum that made me? Mmm, oh God, Daddy my pussy is so wet! Wanna hear it? Mmm! Mmm, Daddy I wish you would just come home and fuck me now. Mmm! Well, I better go now Daddy. I don't wanna keep you from working. But when you get home, I'll be here waiting. I love you Daddy."
Garrett's face was flushed. Obviously all the blood had rushed to his growing cock. He had never been so easily refreshed in his life. Something about his daughter, or the fact that she was his daughter, seemed to bring no end to his cravings to cum. He could literally grow hard immediately after an orgasm, just thinking of her. He had never been able to do that.
He sat, numb, listening to his daughter's soft, angelic voice lovingly tease him. Begging him to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her. He always had. But he held back, fearing the wedge between them, afterwards, would separate them forever. He loved his daughter too much to let that happen. But he felt his restraint beginning to fold. He needed to have her. He had let it consume him for too long.
He brought himself out of the thoughts, clicking on his daughter's second email, subject line reading, "The Slut."
The body of the email read: "This is your whore-of-a-receptionist's web page. You better not get too turned on and you better keep that dick inside you pants...for me. I love you Daddy. Hope you liked hearing my voice."
Garrett peered into Natalie's office, wondering if he should let the mystery stay alive. He loved imagining what she might look like naked. But we all know men. Garrett clicked the link. He calmly walked to his door, smiled as Natalie heard the movement, and closed the door until it was barely cracked open. Enough to where he could see Natalie, if she got up.
Garrett sat back in his chair, his heartbeat speeding as he saw his young receptionist's profile picture in front of him. The picture was professionally made; just a head-and-shoulders shot. Very nicely taken. She looked incredible in it. He read a few of the sections she had written about herself; general things about her life and her likes and dislikes. He noticed she had "bisexual" beside her sexual orientation. Garrett once again, was flushed. He was building himself up for what was to come.
"There's no turning back now," he whispered to himself as he clicked on the "Pictures" link.
Garrett sifted through folders of pictures, taking time to enjoy some of her professional modeling pictures. They were very well done; lots of conceptual poses and outfits. He came to a folder called "personal pics" noticing a small thumbnail of her in a pair of panties and a bra. He quickly peeked through the crack in the door, and clicked on the thumbnail.
His wide-opened eyes were washed in dozens of images of his nubile receptionist. He opened the first picture, seeing her laying on her bed, on her stomach, wearing only a stark white thong. He shuddered at the sight of her perfectly round ass, bare back and long tan legs. The next image was of her sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, her arm hugging her tits together, hiding her nipples and a single finger pulling at her lower lip. He clicked the "next" button, his eyes growing wider. Natalie was in the same position, only she had her legs spread with both of her hands on her inner thighs. Her breasts fully exposed.
"Holy shit!" Garrett thought, immersing himself in the vision. Her breasts were simply amazing. Smaller then his daughter's, but beautifully formed, they sat up vainly, her nipples pointing slightly upward, a shimmer of highlight accenting their perky shape. He clicked the next button.
Garrett's next vision was of Natalie in some club with two of her female friends. An innocent picture, it seemed. The next picture showed a gang of onlookers, mostly guys, watching excitedly as Natalie and one of her friends were locked in a passionate kiss. The other friend was knelt between them, smiling at the camera, cupping one of each of the two kissing girls barely covered breasts. Garrett's cock throbbed at the sight.
The next picture was of Natalie and another, different friend, outside at night, apparently in the city. Both of the girls were puckering their lips at each other as they bent over in ridiculously short jean skirts, exposing their bare pussies to the picture taker. Garrett wished it was a bigger picture. He leaned in as close as he could, but couldn't completely make everything out.
Garrett clicked to the next picture to see a rather close-up shot of a different female fully sucking on one of Natalie's naked breasts. Garrett felt himself urgently awaiting every following picture. The next image was of Natalie bent over her bed, completely naked. It was obviously a self-taken shot, but it was very close-up. He gazed for a few moments at his coworker's thin, hairless pussy. Garrett could feel his anxiety building in his pants.
The next picture was of her sitting in a dining room chair, her legs spread wide, her fingers delicately unfolding the opening of her pussy, her perky breasts squeezed between her forearms. She sat there naughtily, her lips pouty, her hair in little, stubby pigtails, her luscious legs wrapped in sheer, white knee highs. He realized this was the only picture so far with a description underneath the image. It simply said, "Daddy's little girl." Garrett wondered.
Garrett found each picture overwhelming. In the past year, he had often dreamt of catching a glimpse of her legs spread, under her desk, praying she wouldn't wear panties. Hoping she would stay spread, so he could take in her nakedness. But now, he was actually seeing her completely naked. He felt somewhat guilty for intruding on her private life, but she apparently didn't mind total strangers prying through her cache of explicit treasures. Whoever was lucky enough to know her website address or got lucky enough to find it through a search menu was welcomed into her privacy. He noticed, through many publicly-taken pictures, she didn't mind the attention.
One picture seemed to hold Garrett's stare for quite some time. It was a darker picture, hard to make out, but he could see it was taken from down the body of an obviously naked girl. He could see the girl's incredibly small breasts; her nipples seemed to be very small and pink. The picture focused between her legs, where Natalie's gorgeous face illuminated from the flash. The girls hairless pubic area was met by Natalie's flat, forceful tongue. Natalie's tongue spread the girl's pussy lips apart wildly, her clitoris engorged and shiny, shown clearly with the backdrop of Natalie's dark, opened throat. Natalie's eyes were completely enraged with sexual desire. She looked like a mother tiger cleaning her young, with the full, flat lick.
Garrett felt himself jerk, wondering who the girl was and how old she must be. He found himself edging towards orgasm and thought it best to return to her main photo page. He clicked through dozens of pictures of her dressed up in evening gowns and the like. Plenty of bikini pictures and images of her and friends, guys and family members filled the other folders. Garrett came across three pictures that seemed a little odd to him.
The first one was of her and an older man, Garrett guessed to be in his forties. He held her in his arms, her legs draped over one of them, her back resting in the other. The hem of her thin, summer dress hung under her, unkempt, showing off a bright pink thong, her naked ass for all to see. The man's hand firmly squeezing one of her breasts. One of her hands lovingly caressed his cheek, both Natalie and him smiling.
The second picture was of her sitting on the same man's lap. He sat, legs apart with hers dangling between. The skirt she wore was short enough that it couldn't be tucked under her and Garrett could barely see her uncovered ass against his upper thigh. The older man's hand was lightly laying on Natalie's thigh, high enough that his fingers disappeared under the front of her skirt. Garrett noticed her hair in familiar short pigtails, the same white ribbons holding them up. Her calves were held tightly by sheer, white knee highs and white high heels strapped to her feet. She had an extremely tight white, almost see-through t-shirt with the words "Daddy's Little Girl" and "club" written in small print underneath. The word "club" looked like it had been bedazzled on, shiny silver studs making each letter.
The last picture was of Natalie leaning over the older man, from the side, holding a birthday cake. The lit candles made it very difficult to read the writing on the cake, but Garrett thought he recognized what it said. Her cleavage pressed through her tight top, directly in front of his face. He stared at them excitedly, licking his lips. Again, she wore the same outfit, her hair up in the pigtails.
Being the detective that he was, Garrett went back to a picture he had questioned before. In her private folder, he scanned the thumbnails until he found the image and clicked on it to enlarge it. There sat Natalie in the same chair the older man sat in, in the birthday picture. She still had the knee highs and heels on. She still had the pigtails. Other then that, she was naked, spreading her pussy wide, showing her peach-colored vagina. Garrett stared at her gorgeous pussy. He began imagining seeing it up-close, seeing the peachy flesh in person. He looked closely in the background. He saw a half-eaten birthday cake on the table.
Garrett didn't know enough to assume anything. He had been called daddy by every female he had ever had sex with. The picture's description didn't necessarily mean what it said. Or did it?
