Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  The result was spectacular. As she came she drove her hips down, her pussy and arse moving deeper onto him. He lifted his head to watch her body shiver with pleasure as the convulsions contort her face. He stroked her from breasts to thigh with fingertips as she recovered.

  "Oh fuck. Oh fuck me. That was ... amazing... oh god, dad..."

  He took to his feet and beckoned her to do the same. Still panting, she rose. Her head tilted inquiringly, a dark smile never leaving her face.

  He pulled her forward to kiss her, then turned her around, gently pushing her to the chair. She gave a playful yelp, and knelt there with her rear in the air.

  He ran a hand over her back, and moved himself into her pussy. Not slowly this time. More forcefully. A noise escaped her as she gripped the chair.

  He moved as deep as he could into her, watching her heart shaped buttocks spread as he encroached on them. Her head bowed, an ecstatic gasp escaping. He moved his hands down her narrow waist, onto her hips. He allowed himself a moment deep inside her, sampling her arse with his hands.

  Then he started again. He tried to be slow, but the sight of her bent over made it impossible. He grabbed her hips forcefully, driving deep into her. He could feel himself entering her as fully as she could take. The sound of his thighs slapping against her backside. She made noises he had not heard from her before, deep, guttural sounds.

  She thrust her left hand out behind her. He took it, holding it up high. Using it to pull her deeper onto him. Sweat was dripping from his face, falling to her backside as it shook beneath him.

  "Oh yes.... Ohhh ...Ohhh!"

  God, she was coming again. He relaxed his stomach and breathed deeply, trying to delay himself. But she kept getting tighter and tighter on him. He couldn't distract himself any longer, and gave into the urge to let go again. He arched his back, driving deep into her. Her body hypnotised him, its perfect form accepting him again... he came as she called out loud to her father...

  ********

  A half hour later, they were back in bed, having made love again.

  She lay under his arm, playing with his chest hair. Tim smiled. His eyes were closed, reliving his daughter straddling him on the bed, grinding into him to climax. Spoiling him by turning round, working him as he came, letting him watch her butt move over him.

  But there was a shadow looming over them. In sixteen hours there was a flight home. Tim knew it was unsustainable. Outside this hotel, outside the magic of Barcelona, harsh reality would drive them apart.

  He needed to broach the subject, but couldn't. Why not let the miracle weekend continue as long as possible? He could feel Jasmine's fingernails slowly tracing down his stomach...

  "Hun. It's late."

  Her hand continued down.

  She continued, and he couldn't find the will to resist. He was hardening before her delicate hands even reached him. He sighed as her hand closed round his cock again. He laughed a little. He couldn't remember the last time he was so insatiable.

  "What?" she asked.

  "Oh nothing. Just can't seem to get enough of you."

  "Me neither. Especially of this." Her turn to smile as she slowly pumped him. "What's going to happen when we go home?"

  "I don't know. I don't know at all."

  "I'm not stupid, dad. I know how this will look to everyone."

  "I think we should consign this to being an incredible weekend, and maybe, maybe just ..." He would have lost his erection if she hadn't been the one next to him.

  "I don't want it to end."

  He turned to face her, share another kiss. He didn't want it to end either. Something deep in his soul was fighting it.

  "Let me move in with you."

  Tim shook his head. "Have you seen the size of my apartment? It's nothing like home."

  She continued masturbating him. "We won't need much room. I just can't live with her anymore. I need you."

  "We'll think of something." Tim said, not believing it for a moment. The thought of losing her again slipped through him like a ghost. He looked at her with a new longing. "We'll think of something." His hands over her body, cupping, squeezing her breasts. Rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, just to see how she responded.

  Her eyes closed as she exhaled, grabbing him tighter. She moved in kissing his chest. Heading down again.

  "Wait, hun." He interrupted.

  She looked up, almost as if worried if she was doing something wrong. "What, daddy?"

  Something about the way she said that to him, looking up at him with those big brown eyes made him gasp. He would not be able to let her go. "Just follow my lead."

  He sat up and licked, kissed his was down her body, shifting his position so that he had turned around. Approaching her pussy, he parted her legs and rolled her above him. She sat above him, allowing him to position her over his mouth. His mouth took in her contours, allowing his tongue to stroll over her lips, her clitoris, to delve into her. She responded in kind: hand pumping, mouth working him.

  His hands slipped over her buttocks, squeezing them, massaging them. Her own efforts began to slow as she concentrated on the next orgasm enveloping her. He would never tire hearing her come, of watching her body move as he made her feel ecstasy. She lay on her stomach, exhausted. Smiling, she turned to Tim. "That was something..."

  "Glad you liked it." He kissed her between her shoulder blades. "Feeling tired yet?"

  She nodded, sleepily. Her eyes opened, she closed in and kissed him. "What about you?"

  "Yeah, its late."

  "No, I mean, what about you? I kinda lost control there, a bit. You didn't finish."

  He wondered if he had any left. "It's ok."

  She put her best, pouty look. "Go on," she ran a finger down his chest. "Do something dirty to me, daddy..."

  The fire rushed back into him. She was learning how to play him. He rolled her onto her back, enjoying her giggles. He held her hands above her head, eliciting an appealing squeal. He straddled her midsection, holding her in place and ran his hands down her ribs. It tickled her and she tried to suppress her laughter.

  Tim reached to the floor and pulled the tie from her negligee. He looped it over her left hand and fed it through the headboard.

  He looked down at her. Her eyes open wide, her mouth wider still, panting. He asked if she was alright. She nodded as best she could.

  He gently looped the rope over her right hand. She could have easily escaped, but that was not the point. He just wanted to bring her something new, to thrill her.

  He leaned forward, laying his cock between her breasts. His hands cupped her bosom and squeezed them together. He moved himself slowly forward between them. As the tip of his cock reached as far as it would, she parted her lips, her tongue guiding it into her mouth. He moved over Jasmine's body. This time, their eye contact was complete. She played to him, a sultry look in her eyes, her tongue licking her lips before returning to his cock as it emerged between her breasts.

  He pinched her nipples, pulling them up and together. Unable to move, or resist, her pleasure intensified. She craned her head forward to take more of him in, rolling her tongue around his head as it entered her mouth. "More." She begged.

  Tim let go of her breasts and leaned further forward. He gripped the headboard with one hand, her hair with the other, moving deeper into her mouth.

  She held tightly to the negligee cord, pulling on it to increase her sense of helplessness. She started to moan, feeling her father's desire: tied down, his weight restraining her, a fistful of her hair as he used her mouth. She revelled in the sensation, feeling the fullness of him in her mouth, knowing that the lust she created in him would soon reach fulfilment.

  She heard the timber of his breathing change. Felt his grip tighten on her hair. She pulsed her tongue faster for him, felt him quicken. His cock began to quiver. She held her breath, pushing him to the roof of her mouth, felt him come, over her tongue, spraying into the back of her throat. As he slowed, she allowed he
rself to swallow. He stayed there as she did, and she continued to massage his cock, suckling on him.

  Tim rolled onto his back beside her. Breathing hard.

  "Are you going to leave me like this, daddy?"

  He looked at her hands and laughed.

  "Because I don't mind if you do."

  *******

  Tim woke first, allowing to sleep. He poured some water and sat on the sofa, facing the bed. Jasmine lay there, naked, on top of the sheets.

  The hours, minutes were ticking away now. Soon, they would be back home. Soon, the world they had turned upside down would come crashing back, crushing everything that had happened.

  She stirred slightly, raising one of her knees, reminding him of that day he had seen her in the pool. He felt himself stirring again, but was certain he was drained. He tried to remember when he last had so much sex. Probably when he first met his wife. Ex-wife. Her mother. She'd probably be the first in a long line of people who'd want to kill him should this ever come out. But if he wanted it to continue, he would have to find a way.

  Jasmine woke up slowly, stretching her lithe figure across the bed. She looked up at him smiled.

  "How you feeling, hun?" He asked

  "Sore." She sat up and grabbed her negligee, taking the tie from around the slatted headboard.

  "We're leaving today."

  "I know."

  "I've been thinking."

  "OK." She said, heading to the bathroom.

  "About when we get home. About what you said last night."

  Jasmine stopped, wiping sleep from her eyes. "What?"

  "Moving in with me."

  "Oh, that."

  Tim was uncertain of her tone. Has she changed her mind? Had she awoken with a new perspective of what they had done?

  "Do you still want to?

  "Just let me shower first." And with that she headed into the bathroom.

  If she had a change of heart, what would be next? Would she become disgusted with him? Would she find the need to tell someone? Worse thoughts came. It wasn't just about other people -- how would he cope without her?

  His mind was racing, turning tight corners in ever decreasing circles. He needed answers.

  He opened the bathroom door and waited for her to notice him, unsure now where the boundaries lay.

  Jasmine smiled at him. A tired smile, but still a good sign, right? He wondered.

  She pushed the door open. The relief palpated through him. He dropped his robe and walked in.

  "No sex though, I'm sore."

  ********

  The morning was spent quietly, breakfast in the restaurant. Lunch at the beach. Counting the minutes.

  The headed back to the hotel room to pack. Jasmine broke the silence.

  "Should I still call you dad?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well, we've kind of moved past that now."

  "Well, I guess in public, you know..."

  "Yeah. But what about..."

  "You want to start calling me Tim?"

  "I'll think about it. When do we go?"

  "In about two hours." He replied.

  Jasmine nodded. "K, gonna use the hot tub for a bit. Coming?"

  "Just finish packing, be there in a bit."

  Jasmine stripped in the middle of the room, and headed to the balcony. Watching her walk, her hips sashaying, her taught, round buttocks...

  Tim shoved the rest of the stuff in the bags. If this weekend was the end of it all, he was determined to enjoy it.

  He walked out to the balcony. She didn't move, just lay back with her eyes closed against the sun. "Want your sunglasses?"

  She shook her head.

  Tim tried to tell himself that everything was ok. She wasn't re-evaluating anything, just tired. Like she said, right?

  He climbed into the tub. Still no movement, no response.

  "So, thought about what you're going to call me?

  "Not yet, dad."

  Christ, usually you couldn't shut her up, and now he was struggling to get a complete sentence out of her.

  He brushed a stray hair from her forehead.

  "Because, I have to say, I kind of like ..." he faltered, wondering how he would sound to her.

  She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "I know, you bad old man." Her hand wondered to his thigh. "Don't worry, if you want, I'll call you that in bed. I just meant, you know, normally."

  Tim's eyes lit up. "Oh, that! Yeah, ok. Tim will do. That's fine."

  "Yeah. I think it would be strange, you know."

  "Yeah. Yeah, definitely." Strange, he said to himself. Yeah, that would be the strange part. "So, since, you know, erm, it'll take some time to sort things out..."

  She reached across and took his cock.

  "Is there anything..."

  Gently squeezing, pumping...

  She leant over and whispered in his ear. "I'm still sore. But can we do ..." She told him.

  Tim lifted his daughter to the edge of the hot tub, where she sat, bracing herself against the balcony, the sun sparkling against her dark, wet skin.

  Tim went down on her, and as requested, gently fingered his daughter's anus until she came.

  ***********

  Home. The taxi from the airport was heading into the western part of the city first, to drop Jasmine home before heading north for Tim.

  They held hands, in silence. It was going too last, they would make it work, he was sure. The taxi rounded the corner, and as the house came into view again she squeezed his hand.

  His wife was waiting at the door. A curt nod to Tim.

  As the taxi pulled into the driveway, Jasmine leaned over to her father., looking up to the corner of the house where he used to sleep. "I want to do it in your bedroom."

  She smiled at her mother, and Tim saw cunning in her eyes.

  Tim nodded. "Maybe a bit risky, no?"

  They got out of the car, and Tim pulled out the luggage, setting it upright for Jasmine.

  As they hugged their goodbyes, she leaned in again and said "I'll make it worth your while."

  "I'm sure you would."

  "No." She said, so close he could feel her warm breath on his skin.

  "Next time, I'll let you put it where you want."

  The End.

  The Gas Station

  Summer is coming to an end. Your wife is out of town with the kids for two weeks. Although you are sad to see them go, you are aroused at the free time which gives you a chance to play. You've always had a strong fantasy of kidnapping some unsuspecting young girl so you could tickle and rape her poor feet.

  You've been staying out of the house as much as possible in order to look at feet. In your mind you are playing the fantasy that you will actually try to kidnap someone. You are out looking for a victim. Of course this is all role play in your mind because you'd never take such a big risk and endanger everything you have created in your life. With that being said, you have taken the fantasy to the point of going and buying these super strong sleeping pills.

  You drive around town doing errands. In the grocery store you see a cute young college girl and casually follow her around the store. You are aroused while you mind role plays how you'd take her and what you'd do to her. You have been doing this for several days and haven't masturbated. Therefore you are extremely horny and it is clouding your judgement. You haven't yet seen a girl that motivates you into action.

  Leaving the grocery store and heading to your next stop, you pull up next to me at a traffic light. I'm sitting in my car listening to music and don't notice that I've captured your attention. From what you can see of me, you are very happy and your cock swells in your pants. You reach down and squeeze it several times as you watch me sitting there.

  You are DYING to know what my feet look like. The light turns green and you maneuver your way behind me. Lucky you for, we only drive a few blocks before I signal that I'm turning into a gas station. You follow a few cars back and turn into the gas station too. Pulling up a
t the pump across from me, you park. You are whispering under your breath as you continue to squeeze your hand on,

  "Come on, come on, get out of the car honey. Please tell you that you decided to show off your pretty little feet today."

  You almost double over when I step out of the car wearing a pink tank top, a jean skirt, and a pair of casual wedge heels. You get out of your car and top off your tank. We can't see each other's faces but you can see my feet. My cute little toes are freshly pedicured French style. I'm talking on my cell phone and unknowingly I give you several key pieces of information. I joke with my friend on the phone about how my husband is out of town and how I'm out shopping all day. You hear me say that I don't feel like going out tonight. In your mind you now know that nobody is going to be missing me for a little while.

  I go inside the store to buy a few things and you casually follow me inside. Staring at my feet the whole time. Walking behind me you get quick glimpses of my soles as they pull away from my wedge heels. You're now having a hard time walking with your erection! Standing behind me in line as I wait to pay you debate whether to talk to me and try to pick me up.

  You want me really fucking bad, but the idea of actually going through the kidnapping is hard to do. You aren't sure if you'll have the will to actually do it. You keep looking down at the floor and watching my feet. I have no idea what is going on. Maybe if I did I wouldn't of slid my right foot from my shoe and flex and point my toes. The shoes are sexy, but hard to walk in. It makes my feet feel better to slide each one out, bend my knee slightly backwards just outside of my shoe and point my toes. Once you see my soles wrinkle up, you have to fight the urge to run back to your car and jerk off.

  Having fun with the kidnap fantasy, you follow me around town as I run my errands. Your lust is really a fever pitch. As you watch my legs and ass as I walk in and out of each store. You've carried around a "kidnap kit" since your wife has been gone. You never really had the idea of actually using it, but you liked knowing that you could. Inside the kit you have lots of white rope, ball gags, sheer stockings, and a large variety of tickle tools.

  Finally I am driving again with you following. I drive out of town and into the country. You have decided that you are going to try to kidnap me. I approach a four way stop sign. You look around and see that there is no other traffic because we are far from anything. As I come to a stop, you allow your car to roll forward and you bump into me from behind. You get out of the car and run up to my door as I open it.