"Hi darling! This is Marisa...Marisa; this is my daughter, Zoey."
"Hi Marisa. At last, I have the chance to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you!"
Zoey cordially shook hand with her father's new girlfriend. Marisa Heart, 39, a doctor and a colleague of her father at St. Gabriel Hospital. They had been dating for the past 4 months. The woman facing her was pretty and petite, Zoey guessed she was about 5 feet 4 inches in height and she had the most appealing laughter. Her father incessantly made jokes at the table and she realized that he was happy to be with this woman.
The dinner lasted 2 hours and Zoey genuinely liked Marisa. She was much different from Irene, her mother who had left her 10 years ago. Her mom was a bombshell with huge tits, smoky grey eyes, and blonde-ash hair and killer legs. She could not be a 'mother' to Zoey, saying that domesticated life was a prison to her. One day when Zoey was 9, she came back home from school finding her mother had packed her suitcase in front of their house waiting for her 'manager' to take her away. Zoey was devastated but since Irene was not much of a mother to start with, Zoey continued her life happily with her father, and her loving dad had become both a mother and a father to her. She loved the man with all her heart.
"Thank you Edward for the pleasant dinner. Thanks to you too Zoey."
"I'll see you tomorrow Marisa?" They kissed and he walked her to her car.
As they were driving home, Zoey noticed her father was ceaselessly talking about Marisa. How nice she was. How well she could cook. How caring she was. How lovely her family was. She simply smiled and nodded to her dad with every remark that he made about her. She had to show that she cared about his happiness and Marisa, but deep down in her heart, she hated every single second of it.
Zoey loved her father more than she even loved herself. She could not bear the thought that she was going to share this man with Marisa. She did not hate them, but she could not have her father finding happiness in the arms of another woman. Only she could make her father happy, not Marisa, as he was the centre of her life.
"You are mine daddy." She said to herself.
She turned her head facing her dad and continued smiling and nodding with whatever he was saying. At 41, he looked gorgeously hot. He was tall, lean and compact with muscle as he was a very health-conscious man. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall and with his aquamarine eyes he was making women from 15 to 60 years of age drooled over him. Zoey was quite surprised that only after nearly ten years; her dad had started dating again.
"Dad...you really like her, don't you?" She suddenly asked.
"Think so Z. I'm so happy that you like her too. You like her don't you?"
"Yes...I...do. I really do. She's do different from Irene."
She noticed his countenance hardened with anger. He could never forgive Irene for leaving him and Zoey; as he really loved her and her betrayal was too much for him. He knew that she was cheating behind his back, he did forgive her, and nevertheless, she could never be a wife to him and a mother to his daughter. He was the cuckold husband, everyone was talking about him, and still he tried so hard to hold on to his marriage. However, she finally left them for good. She did come back and visit them three times for the past ten years, but Zoey hated her so much that their meeting always ended in disaster.
The car pulled into the driveway and stopped. Her father, a caring and loving dad that he was, undid her seatbelt for her and accidentally brushed his forearm across his young daughter's ample tit. He did not even notice. He then kissed her on the temple lovingly before he opened the door and went out. Yet, the girl's toes curled with the contact and her nipples contracted under her push-up bra. She brought her fingers on the temple and touched where his lips kissed her skin while her other hand grasped her breast that was inflamed by her dad's touch. She imagined how his lips would travel even lower to her neck and licked her there while his hand would knead her tits.
His knock on the car window brought her back to her senses. She was relieved that the window was tinted. He opened the door for her and they walked hand in hand into the house. His father directly went into his reading room while Zoey went into the kitchen to have a glass of water. When, she came out from the kitchen her father was at the bottom of the stairs on his way up to his bedroom.
"Daddy? Can you please carry me up to my room like we used to?"
"Really Z? You're too old for that. You're 19 for God's sake!" He smiled.
"Oh...come on dad. Please!" She begged and she knew that her daddy could never say no to her whims.
"Come here."
She was deliriously happy as she could straddle her father facing his handsome face. His strong big hands were on her ass supporting her weight; her lean legs were around his waist while her arms around his neck. She put her head under his chin and drank the scent of his body making her pussy quivered and juices started to flow. She had to control her breathing because the movement made by him, as he was climbing the stairs, rocked and rubbed her tits and her pussy against the material of his shirt. Her nipples puckered with the contact and her pussy oozed more juices.
"Here we are princess." He lowered her in front of the door to her bedroom.
"Sleep tight." He kissed her lips and went into his bedroom.
* * *
A flash of light lit her room and a rumble woke her up from sleep. Zoey used to be frightened of thunderstorms, but no more. Only she knew this. Her dad would come to her room and comfort her. Sometimes, she could sleep in his bed until morning and feel the warmth of his body enveloping her.
"Thank god for thunderstorms!" Zoey muttered.
She bolted from her bed and quickly opened the door to her bedroom. She scurried out from her room and she was joyful when she saw her father was already walking towards her room. His chest was deliciously bare and her eyes could not help but stared at his hairy lean chest.
"You okay baby?" he asked as he hugged her.
"I...I'm so scared daddy!" She cried and wrapped her arms around him and savored the warmth of his body radiating through the sheer silk nightgown she was wearing. She was not wearing any bra or panties that night; and her nipples were pebble hard under the silk. Zoey pushed her body deeper into his embrace and felt the delicious rapture of her lust.
"Come Z. Let's go to my room."
Her father wrapped her with the soft blanket and he went to the other side of the bed and came to her side.
"Sleep Z. I'm here. Don't worry." He kissed the bridge of her nose, put his arm around her and drifted back into slumber.
She waited until he was sound asleep. Then, she moved closer towards her father and removed the blanket from both of their bodies. She then pushed down her nightgown to her tiny waist, she touched his hand softly, and he did not stir. She then brought her daddy's hand inch by inch until it rested on her tit. "Ah...," she moaned feeling his warm hand on it. Her pussy started to drip more of her juices. Her face came closer to his chest, licked his hairy chest and sucked lightly at one nipple. He groaned in his sleep and the hand on her tit started massaging and kneading it roughly.
"Ah...Marisa...love...you...tits." He said with his eyes closed.
"Marisa?!" she hissed and hated to imagine how her hot daddy fucked the dainty pretty doctor.
She raised her body up slightly and guided her other tit to her father's warm lips. His breath touched her nipple and it puckered even more. She sucked her breath with the pleasure brought by it. She then grazed his lower lip with her pebble-hard-nipple and she buckled with the sensation squeezing her legs to pressure her soaked pussy. Her dad slowly opened his lips and suckled hard on her nipple. He used his teeth to nip on the sensitive bud of her breast with his eyes still shut.
"Ah...oh...daddy...ah!" she whimpered and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure.
