Jessa was, to most people, a typical 19 year old girl. She would go to school during the week and then on the weekends she would hang out with her friends. When she was younger, her parents had enrolled her into St. Augustine Catholic School for girls so that she had very little contact with boys her age.
According to her dad boys were a distraction that kept good little girls from being focused on their school work.
Jessa's father Nicholas was an investment broker. He spent tireless hours at the office trying to support himself and Jessa as his wife had left him more than ten years ago for their pool boy, Greg.
Jessa and her dad began flirting just after her eighteenth birthday. She was sitting on the couch watching television in her silk PJ's late on night when her dad came home from work.
"What a fucking awful day," he said, flopping down on the couch next to his daughter. "I lost the account with Merrimack and Gary is on my case now about next weeks meeting with the VP of Pyrosoft."
Jessa curled up with her dad on the couch, giving him a hug. "I know you'll do great next week, dad. You and that guy from Pyro have been golfing together for years. You'll do great."
He looked into his daughters eyes and sighed. "Yeah. I guess. I'm still stressed, though. My back is killing me from all of the paperwork today."
Jessa smiled up at him and bit her lower lip. "I can give you a massage if you like, Daddy." He turned his back to her, grateful for the attention.
Jessa got comfortable behind her father and began to lightly massage his back through his shirt. "Dad, it isn't going to do you any good unless you actually take your shirt off." Nicholas turned his head slightly back to his daughter, unsure of whether he should remove his shirt or not.
He had lusted over her supple young body since she had started developing as a woman. He watched her when she went swimming in her tight and wet little bikini's. He got a hard-on just thinking about it.
Since she had turned 18 a few short months ago, Nicholas had gone to bed almost every night and jerked off to the thought of fucking her.
Jessa had blonde hair down to the middle of her back and wore only the tightest of clothing. As a father he never said anything about her choice of clothing. He hoped she wasn't a virgin anymore, despite the school he and his ex wife had chosen to send her to.
He had thoughts of her in her school uniform fucking guys in the bathroom that snuck over from the nearby boys school.
Jessa was by no means plain looking. She had figured out how to use make-up early on and used it to accentuate her already beautiful features. She was a fan of shorter skirts and tight tank tops and Nicholas could see the way that the boys her age looked at her. Because he looked at her the same way.
Nicholas began unbuttoning his shirt so that his daughter could massage his back. Jessa felt chills go down her spine as she watched her dad remove his shirt.
She craved the thought of an older mature cock inside her young, tight little pussy. She had lost her virginity years ago to a boyfriend at the time. Wishing it was her own father with every pump of his cock. The fact that it was so wrong to crave something like this only turned her on more.
Jessa ran her fingers lightly over her dads back, giving him goose bumps. His shoulders shook slightly. Nicholas could feel his cock throbbing as his daughter touched his back, trying to push the thoughts out of his mind that were telling him to drive it into her little cunt.
She began working his back harder, feeling for the tight muscles. "You really are tight, Daddy." she said to him. A slight grunt came from Nicholas' mouth as she kneaded him.
Jessa could feel herself getting wet as she massaged her father. She thought of him turning around and flipping her on her back and just fucking her. As she thought of her own daddy inside her, her hands started rubbing lightly along her fathers back and up along his neck.
