Closing her vibrant green eyes and leaning back on the plush mound of fluffy white and pink pillows on her bed, Avery once again pulled up the memory of prom night. Nothing had gone to plan. Nothing about that night had felt right, but she fondly retrieved that memory often, replaying it in her mind. Especially late at night, while she was alone in her room, her vibrator buzzing under the thick white comforter.
A cool breeze fluttered past her curtains from her open window, bringing with it the subtle earthy, sweet scent of the freshly landscaped flower garden. The smell took her back to standing in front of Dad's SUV, as he dropped down to his knee in front of her and shimmied her lace panties down her legs. It hadn't turned her then or maybe she just hadn't realized she'd been turned on. But that was before Daddy's mouth and fingers had introduced her to new and unexpected heights of pleasure, before his cock had entered her, initiating sensations that exceeded fantasy.
The vibrator buzzed against her clit while she replayed the feeling of Daddy's tongue pushing against her clit and his fingers rubbing deep inside her. She shoved the lube-covered pink rod into her pussy, remembering Daddy's cock inside her, despite her protests, fucking her until he came the first time. She pushed herself closer to orgasm, playing with her tits, pinching her dark pink nipples with her left hand to the image of Daddy pumping his load onto her chest.
Her muscles stiffened, her breathing heavy as she worked hard to push herself over the edge. She recalled the way Daddy pumped his cock into her while she rode him, making her cum so hard her entire body spasmed. That finally did it, she released, a less-than-satisfying orgasm rushing through her. The memories turned her on so much but they just didn't compare to the reality she had lived, and this lackluster orgasm only served to make her want Daddy again, even more.
That was just it though, she was starting to doubt her own memories. In the weeks that had passed since prom night, Daddy had never once acted in any way that even betrayed a hint of what had happened between them. Everything had just gone back to the way it was before that night as if it never happened. She still caught him looking at her tits, and watching her ass as she moved, but he'd done that before as well. He still went out of his way to touch her, brushing her arm, massaging her shoulders, and rubbing her thigh at times, but again, that was within their realm of normal.
She'd tried to goat him, get him to act on his lustful aggression again. She'd worn her sexiest outfits, walked around in lingerie, and even made sure she'd gotten his attention while swimming naked in their pool. But even when she'd sat on his lap, wearing nothing but a mini skirt and lacey bra, his hand still hadn't gone any higher than her upper thighs. Was she losing her mind? Had she made up the whole thing? She wondered as she got up to wash her sticky toy and pussy.
Avery knocked on the large, heavy wooden door to Daddy's office, not waiting for him to answer before pushing it open.
"Hey, Kitten." Daddy looked up at her, pulling his reading glasses off his nose. He sat in an old-style elegant armchair, one leg crossed over the other, and holding a stack of loose papers that he had been studying intently before she interrupted. "What's up?"
Avery shrugged, shutting the door behind her, "I just wanted to come see you," she replied, "What are you reading?"
He sighed deeply, setting the papers upside down on his lap, "Just going over some new information for a client. He's guilty as shit, but he's paying for the best defense possible and that's what he'll get."
"Does it ever bother you, defending people you know are guilty?"
"No. My job is to give them their defense, not to decide if they deserve it." He replied without hesitation.
Avery raised an eyebrow, "But you've got some people out of some really bad charges."
"That's my job, Kitten."
Avery looked at him, momentarily pondering her Dad's questionable morals, which were even more obvious to her since prom night, while fiddling with the small elastic band in her hand. "What did this guy do?"
Daddy picked up the papers, moving them to the small side table beside his chair, and uncrossed his legs "Come now, Kitten, you didn't come in here to discuss some dry court case. What's on your mind?" He smoothed out the rumpled fabric of his dress slacks as he asked.
"Well, actually I was wondering if you would braid my hair?"
"Really? You haven't asked me to do that in ages," He flashed her a big smile, "Come sit down," He motioned in front of him as he slid forward in the chair.
"Thanks, Daddy." She sat on the floor, sliding back between his legs, a nervous pit forming in her stomach.
He ran his fingers through her long, light strawberry hair, gently separating it into sections to be braided. "Your hair is so gorgeous." He brushed a thick strand over her shoulder, dragging his finger all the way to the ends, running his hand over her firm, round breast as it passed. A zap of excitement rushed through her gut. "How about a half braid? Leave the rest down. It looks so nice down."
"Sure, that sounds great, Daddy." She closed her eyes, "your fingers feel so good." She purred, trying to sound seductive.
His fingers worked gently but quickly, careful not to pull or hurt her. "There," He tied off the end, "all done."
"How does it look?" She asked, turning around to face him and pushing herself up to her knees. She rested her arms on his legs, waiting for his reply.
Daddy reached out to brush a thin errant strand that had slipped from the braid away from her face as she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "You're so beautiful," He whispered, brushing his fingers over her lightly freckled cheeks.
Her eyes dropped in search of his belt buckle which was hidden under his overlapping stomach. Her body vibrated with desire and her nipples hardened into stiff points under her sexy bra. She licked her lips, trying to decide how she would make her move. "Thanks, Daddy." She shot up, flinging her arms around his neck in a tight hug and pushing him back in his seat.
She kissed his ear, his neck, and his smooth freshly shaven face in quick succession before creeping back down to her knees, dragging her hands gently down his thick chest and round, firm belly until her fingers caught on his belt. They trembled while pulling the end of his belt from the loop and working to open it.
Daddy watched her work until his belt was open, his pants unbuttoned and his fly pulled down. His hazel eyes burned with longing and hunger. He licked his lips as she reached her small hand into his pants, finding his semi-hard penis underneath.
"Stop!" Daddy ordered, suddenly pushing her back, as he jumped out of the chair. Holding his open pants up so they wouldn't fall, he rushed past her and across the room to his oversized mahogany desk. Avery looked on in shock, tears beginning to sting the back of her eyes and a knot forming in her chest at his rejection.
"The security cameras are recording." He hissed, tearing open his laptop with one hand. He tapped away impatiently on the keyboard before breathing out a long sigh, slamming his computer shut, and returning briskly toward her.
Avery swallowed the lump in her chest, realizing that his actions were not a rejection but instead for protection. It hadn't even crossed her mind that certain parts of their home were recorded 24/7 by security cameras that both Daddy and her mom, as well as a security company, had access to. She watched Daddy step beside her, back to his chair. He pushed his pants down to his knees before sitting down again. His still half-erect penis pointed down at her where she sat on her feet.
"Sorry for the interruption, Kitten." he huffed, smiling and leaning back in the seat. "Please continue."
Pushing herself to her knees, she second-guessed herself, wondering what the fuck she was doing. Daddy's hairy, squishy body sat in front of her, anticipating her next move. Thoughts raced in a flurry through her mind. Could she really do this? Could she bring herself to act on her desires the same way Daddy had on prom night? What would he do if she walked out now?
She blinked slowly, scanning her eyes up his thick legs to his wrinkled, drooping ball sack, and up the length of his dick. Her pussy clenched, reminding her of the earth-shattering orgasm that cock had given her. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and lowered her face toward it while glancing up at Daddy's face. His eyes were glued to her, she kept hers on him as she stuck out her tongue and dragged it from the base of his spongey balls, up his shaft, to his tip, licking him like a popsicle, and making him groan as his cock hardened to a rigid mighty rod.
"I knew you'd be back for it." He breathed.
Avery flicked his frenulum, eliciting a moan from Daddy before she wrapped her lips around him, licking his tip as she took his head into her mouth, savoring his deliciously salty precum. She pulled him in deeper into her mouth and made a few shallow bobs up and down, smearing her saliva as lubrication. He tasted good to her, his rippling veins felt pleasing to her tongue. Pulling him deep into her mouth she swallowed, using her throat muscles to pull him deeper down.
Pussy juices dripped out of her and onto the sexy panties she'd put on in anticipation of this scenario. He moaned again as her throat muscles closed around the head of his cock causing her to gag twice before she backed off. Spitting the slippery slime from her mouth onto his tip she worked it down with her hand, pumping his cock hard as she took him back into her mouth. Though her determination had floundered, it redoubled now, making her hungry for his cum. She bobbed her head quickly, matching her speed with that of her hand at the base of his shaft.
