by Sasha Scott
“I’m sorry daddy!” she weeped out in a sudden outburst, “I’m sorry for being such a bad girl! Please don’t hate me!”
Russell was quick with his actions, wrapping his arms around her body and scooping her up into a tight hug, pressing their bodies together firmly.
“Oh Jasmine I could never hate you,” he soothingly called out into her ear, “I love you.”
“What you must think of me,” she whimpered, head burying deeply into his shoulder.
“I don’t think bad of you. I don’t hate you. You did nothing wrong sweetie, this is all my fault.”
She shook her head from side to side, nose buried deep into his collarbone.
“No daddy, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I teased you too much. Took advantage of you. I’m the one who put you in this situation. You did nothing wrong and did nothing to be ashamed of.”
One of his hands stroked through her hair while the other moved in slow circles across her upper back, both moving to assure her there was nothing to be worried about, and that she didn’t do anything wrong.
Jasmine finally pulled her head up, out from his shoulder, still sniffling, eyes stinging, nose running slightly.
“You don’t hate me? I’m not a bad girl?”
“Not at all, you’re a very good girl.”
Her ass began to wiggle from side to side at those words. It was like she was trying to shake some sort of imaginary tail, it was really sweet to watch.
“Really?” she squeaked out eagerly, the look on her face growing a lot more cheerful.
“Of course. You’re a very, very, good girl.”
That got her ass really shaking from side to side. She was either tapping into some secret stripper side or that imaginary tail of hers had gone into overdrive with its wiggling.
The gleeful teenager pressed her arms up and wrapped up her step-dad tightly into a hug, bodies being squished tightly together.
“Oh thank you, thank you,” she eagerly cheered out, reaching up and starting to rub her tongue across his jawline, lapping at him like a puppy.
The sudden and unexpected actions caused him to recoil back slightly, making Jasmine squeak when his hands pushed up to press between the two of them. She tilted her head to the side in confusion.
“Is something wrong daddy?”
“W-what was that just now?” he managed to stutter out, knocked into a momentary state of confusion.
“I was just showing daddy my affection. It wasn’t bad, was it?”
Her head lowered down as her voice trickled down into a small whimper, her big sloppy eyes looking adoringly up to him. He couldn’t simply let her sink back into a depression.
“No of course not, you’re a good girl.”
“Good girl!” she repeated back like a parrot, giggling happily before she lunged back into his larger form and began to drag her wet tongue up and down across his jawline all over again.
His stiffness began to push firmly into his bottoms as her wet, lathering, licks dragged all across his jaw and chin, some of them even flicking up to catch across his cheek and lips. He’d been starting to find his little girl more and more attractive these last few days but this was ridiculous, he was finding it hard to control himself. If Jasmine didn’t pull herself back he might have snapped there and then.
“Well I’m gonna go to the little girl’s room now. Later’s daddy.”
She hopped off his lap and skipped her way over to the door, her bottom still glistening with a light pink glow.
The moment she left the room her unbuckled his pants and took a grasp of his firm, hard, cock. He wasn’t going to be able to go downstairs with this thing tenting from his pants. Dammit he was going to have to take care of himself thinking about his own daughter.
He was losing self control. Maybe those hypnosis files were a mistake.
It was a good half an hour before Russell finally made it back downstairs. It didn’t take long to release his tension, it just took a while to clean up the evidence. He underestimated how much he was going to release; in the future he’d need to make sure he had more tissues at hand.
Returning to the lounge he found Jasmine curled up with her dog, Coco, his little girl watching the television. It wasn’t unusual to find her lounging about watching her shows, she was a pretty lazy, housebound teenager, but this particular case was strange. Rather than being up on the sofa she was down snuggled in the carpet.
“Sweetie what are you doing down there?” Russell asked, looking at the way she’d wrapped herself up into a ball.
“What? Just lounging?”
“Why aren’t you on the sofa?”
“It feels more cosy down here. I just couldn’t get settled up there but down here felt really good.”
She was taking on more and more mannerisms of a dog. Even the way she was curled up looked similar to the real dog next to her. Just how strong was those hypnosis files. Just how much was his training affecting her?
Russell took a seat down onto his chair, wanting to take a minute to process things when he found something soft stroking up against his leg. It was Jasmine snuggling herself up beside him with a happy sigh.
“Jasmine?” he called out again, looking down at her as she snuggled her head up and down.
“Hmm? Something the matter?”
She had such a sweet, innocent look on her face. It was totally different to the look she usually gave him. He couldn’t sense the same needy, bratty aura she was usually emitting in loads, she seemed so docile.
“It’s nothing, nevermind.”
“Okay!”
With his concerns thrown away she was free to snuggle herself back against him, dragging her head up and down along the side of his leg.
Her soft, silky hair felt so good stroking across his skin tenderly. He reached a hand down to idly pet across her head and felt her snuggle her way back up into the palm. At the moment she was simply adorable and for him it was intoxicating.
It hadn’t even been half an hour since his last release but he already felt himself getting hard all over again, a firm tent appearing in the front of his pants.
Quickly he snatched his hand away from her head before it could get any worse but this prompted his little girl to twist around sharply and look up at him with expectant eyes, almost disappointed to have had her pets taken away.
When her eyes got a good look at his form she let out a sharp gasp, covering her mouth with her hands.
“Sweetie it’s not what you think.”
“Daddy,” she whined out, “Did I make you hard?”
“Sorry sweetie it’s not your fault…”
“Yes it is!” she huffed out, cheeks puffing out as her lips pursed out. Before he could stop her she lunged her hands forward and grasped into his waistband, tugging firmly and almost dragging him from the seat, stripping his pants down.
“Ah Jasmine, what are you?...”
His erection was exposed in front of her and her hand was now wrapped firmly around the base, soft fingers grasping to the thick manhood.
“Daddy it’s my fault you got hard! If I didn’t help you take care of it that’d be bad of me. So I need to help you out.”
Where did she get that idea from? It didn’t exactly matter as she was already taking the initiative, stroking her hand up and down along his shaft, her amatuer touches working up along the full length of his erect cock.
“Wow it’s just as big as I dreamt it’d be,” she giggled out almost innocently, wrapping her other hand above the first and beginning a double jerking motion, pleasuring his entire cock.
Russell’s head hung back against the back of his cushiony chair as his own daughter sat between his thighs and worked over his cock with long, soft strokes, her eyes focused on his manhood with a determined gaze.
Despite her actions being clumsy it felt so good to feel her soft palms stroking to his girth and those soft fingers wrapping up his manly member. Each pump forced his transparent pre to tri
ckle down, dribbling around her fingers.
“Daddy you didn’t cum did you?”
Was Jasmine more innocent that he imagined? She was in the house so much he could believe her never having a boyfriend but surely all kids these days watched porn online, shouldn’t she know these things by now?
“N-no sweetie but I’m cumming soon, I’m almost there.”
“Okay! If I go faster will it come sooner?”
She began to put her full body behind the strokes, hips and shoulders working in circles as the speed of her jerking motion increased rapidly, causing Russell’s fingers to cling down deeply into the chair arms, his nails nearly sinking in deep.
“Here it comes,” he cried out, “I’m cumming.”
Her increased speed had done just the trick. Suddenly his cum came spraying out from the top of his shaft in long, thick, white ropes which flung themselves into the air and dropped in an arch across his little girl.
Some of the ropes dropped down onto her back, some lodged themselves into her hair and a good portion splattered down across her face, the bridge of her nose being a haven for cum shots to gather over.
“Wow!” Jasmine proclaimed in a loud voice, “That was so much. So this is cum right?”
She dragged her finger across her nose and scooped up a finger covering of the sticky semen, dragging the big glob to her lips where she slurped it up like a luxury treat.
“It tastes just like it did in my dreams!” she proclaimed, once again her loudness going along with just how much she was getting carried away.
Seeing his little girl doing something so incredible meant there was no way he was going soft just yet, Russell leaning back into his seat, panting heavily as his blood filled member remained hard and standing tall between his thighs.
Jasmine’s lips curled up into a thick pout, her facial features covered in strings of semen.
“It’s still hard. Hmph! Daddy, what can I do to make it go soft?”
He had to tell her nothing, to put an end to this right now but when he looked back at her beautiful face, stained with his cum he felt a dark voice speaking out in the back of his mind.
“You could try what you did to me in that dream of yours.”
He’d said it now, he’d gone ahead and said it. The way her face suddenly perked up was like a lightbulb has just flashed on above her head, a moment of realization.
“Good idea, I’ll try that then.”
Her small, soft fingers wrapped around the base of his manhood and helped to secure it in position as she opened her mouth nice and wide, sinking forwards to engulf up that erect member into her wet, sloppy, mouth.
It was the same feeling as the night before, the heat of her mouth radiating into his girth as her lips sealed down shut around his member and kept it secured in her plump lip pillows. She may have been an amatuer but the feeling of her mouth was divine.
Her eyes looked up to her father as he moaned from the sensation of his cock entwining with her wet tongue, fingers clenched tightly into the arms of his soft chair.
“Just like in the dream Jasmine,” he gulped out, “Move your head like in the dream.”
She nodded slightly before the motions began, her head rolling up and down to slobber along that thick slab of meat, suckling as her hands drew away to allow her lips to suckle to the very base of his large member.
The head of his cock sunk to her throat as she rolled her body up and down, pleasuring the full length of his engrossed shaft. His teeth sunk firmly into his bottom lip as he threatened to leave scratch marks in the seats of his chair as he tensed up from the feeling of his own daughter’s sloppy mouth servicing his shaft.
Her tongue dragged along the underside of his manhood and lapped like a good pet under his glans before she dropped back down, squeezing the girth into her tight, vice like throat.
Russell clamped his hands forward onto the back of his head as he felt her tightness squeezing him, pushing her down lower so his size made a visible bulge in her neck, not stopping under she was kissing down into his groin.
The air was polluted with his moans as he felt himself approaching his limit, the twitching inner muscles of Jasmine’s throat squeezing and massaging his dick, inducing one powerful orgasm out from his body.
His fingers curled up into her brown hair, grasping in place, as his barriers broken down and his cum fired from the tip of his cock, unloading deep into her throat and down into her stomach. She sat in place, eyes starting to water and face glowing purple as she was trapped, drinking down his sperm, each hot, sticky rope being sunk deep within her body until he’d been drained dry by her tightness.
Once the final rope had been released he removed his hands from her hair and let her quickly drag herself back up from his shaft, spluttering out her drool filled coughs across his lap.
“Daddy!” she complained between her light choking, “At least warn me before you do something like that, I couldn’t breath.”
She rubbed her watery eyes as the colour began to drain back out of her face as she got a taste of the sweet oxygen his shaft had been denying her.
“Sorry, I’ll keep that in mind in the future.”
“At least it worked though. Look it’s all better now.”
She was right on that account at least. His cock was spent for the moment and was happy to slip back into a peaceful slumber, once again knowing the touch of his baby girl.
“Thank you Jasmine. You were a good girl.”
He patted his hand across her head as she beamed with a pleased smile, ass shaking from side to side.
“Lemme know if I make it go hard again and I’ll help anyway I can.”
Those words, that smile of hers, it was dangerous; he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop himself next time.
For now she went back to curling up at his feet, rubbing her head along his legs but it wouldn’t be long before the beast emerged once again.
It was much later in the day when Russell came to a revelation about his little girl. She didn’t have the freshest scent about her. Usually Jasmine was obsessed with keeping herself clean, taking a long shower everyday but that didn’t seem to be the case at the moment.
Her hair was messier than she’d usually let it become and she still carried the scent of their nighttime walk about her. It was nothing concerning or alarming, it didn’t irritate Russell’s nostrils; it was simply something of note.
“Jasmine, when was the last time that you showered.”
His daughter, who at the time was playing with Coco on the floor, suddenly tensed up and jumped up into a sitting position.
“Showered? I don’t know. Why? Is something wrong?”
Her body was fidgeting and her words came so fast they almost slurred into one, large, incomprehensible string. Once again she was acting weird, which seemed to be the theme of the day.
“It’s just usually you shower everyday… I just didn’t think you’d let your hair get so knotted.”
“You’re not going to make me go for a bath are you!?”
Her eyes were wide opened and alarmed. That response got the gears turning in his mind. Of course she was getting into the mindset of a dog and if there was one thing which they hated, more than cats and the postman, it was baths.
Not that they had a bath, they had a shower, but it was the same principle.
“I don’t know,” he teased down to her with a knowing grin, “You do smell quite badly.”
He didn’t expect her to dart her away across the lounge to close the distance between the two of them with her lunging into his body, wrapping his stomach up in a tight hug.
“No daddy please, please don’t make me go for a bath. I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll do anything just don’t make me bathe.”
She was even beginning to sniffle, real heart strings tugging stuff.
Her face may have been that of a sniffling angel but her naked body was still pressing tightly into him, nipples stroking against his stomach while her navel rubbed
in circles over his lap.
“Anything?” Russell asked as dirty thoughts began to flood his mind all over again.
“Anything!”
“Well…” he took a hold of one of those arms she’d been using to cling around his body and guided it around to his lap where a certain stiffness made itself apparent.
“Did I do this again daddy?”
“I’m afraid so.”