"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.
Zoey was convinced that he was having the nicest dream as he was massaging and devouring her breasts. He kept calling her Marisa. He seemed to love the satiny salty tastes of her breast as he kept sucking and licking it hard; and his hand squeezed and kneaded her tit. He raised his left leg over her lean body and pressed his throbbing cock softly onto her mound. She moaned again and she called him daddy. "Yes Marisa...call me daddy." He muttered on her breast. He sucked her nipple hard and used the tip of his tongue to torture the pebble-hard nipple. She moaned again calling him. His expression suddenly changed in his sleep, he looked confused. Zoey quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping.
His eyes flew opened and he saw his hand was on Zoey's tit while his mouth on her other tit still sucking and lapping. He seemed unable to stop his actions as he was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling touching his daughter in such a way. His 19-year-old daughter was practically naked on his bed with her nightgown was now around her waist as it had also risen to her navel. She had no panties and she was dripping with juices. His cock quivered with the sight.
"My God! Z...Z...Zoey, wake up honey."
She continued to close her eyes and moaned even louder. She was happy that her father had not removed his hand on her tit and she sluggishly moved one hand, pressed it on her father's hand that was molding her tit; encouraging him more. She could feel his cock quivered in his pajama.
"Oh...Z...this is not happening." She could hear him say; nevertheless, he did not take away his hand from her tit.
She opened her legs and nudged him a little with her wet opened pussy; he head moved from her tit and looked down her length; and she could feel her daddy's whole body froze. May be he was shocked with what about to happen. He was about to fuck his hot daughter. To her disappointment, he slowly removed her hand from his. Then, he lifted the hand from her tit and covered his daughter's navel with the silk nightgown. He too covered her with the blanket and in the cloak of darkness; she could see he was jerking off his throbbing cock through her semi-closed lid. He cum within minutes and went into the bathroom.
Zoey felt her eyes stung with frustration and turned to her right, with her back to the bathroom. Her nipples and her pussy were still quivering from lust. She inserted one finger in her pussy and fingered herself hard. She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning loud in her father's bed. She inserted another finger and shuddered with pleasure. Her mind was spinning with images of her naked father ramming his cock into her wet pussy, into her mouth and she, sucking his cock. She cum under the blanket and later brought her fingers into her mouth and licked the juices.
Her father came out from the bathroom after sometime and he slipped back into bed. He was behind her and he drew her closer into his embrace nuzzling her neck. Suddenly, Zoey felt his tongue licked her neck and nipped her earlobe while his hand grasped her breast. Father for quite sometime kneaded her tit and he moved his hand lower and rubbed her mound that was covered with the thin material of her nightgown. Zoey felt thrilled that he was actually lusting for her. To her frustration, as fast as it happened, it ended. She steeled herself from the overwhelming disappointment. He then kissed her on her head, turned to his other side and slept.
* * *
Zoey woke up the next day when she could feel the sun's ray on her face. She opened her eyes and quickly searched for her dad on her left. He was not there. She put her hand on the bed where he had lain and it was cold. She was frustrated with the knowledge. She could hear that he had gone downstairs and the kettle was whistling. She rose from the bed and went to her bedroom. She washed her face in her small bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking what to do with her dad.
When she entered the kitchen, her dad was facing the window looking out to the garden behind their house. She crept towards him and hugged his warm body from behind. She could feel his body froze up. She pressed her ample tits onto his warm back just to tempt him more. Her hands deliberately went lower down his abdomen and stayed there. She could feel how her father tried to steel himself from her touch.
"Morning dad!"
"Oh...m...morning Z."
She then tipped-toed and kissed his left temple and let him go.
"What's for breakfast?"
He turned to face her and she noted that he was averting from looking into her eyes and he looked flustered.
"Breakfast? Well...What do you want? Toast? Scrambled eggs?
"Toast would be fine dad."
