Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.
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Ch. 02: First Time
Ten minutes has never felt so long for anyone else in the world. It had only taken a minute for Rich to get everything cleaned up downstairs, and then he'd headed upstairs. And that's when he'd started to wait. For the first minute or so, he lay on the bed, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. Then he began to doubt, and once he began, it ran around in his head, getting worse and worse. Was this really the way a father should be acting? She said she wanted it, but did she really know what she wanted? She was only a teenager, after all. Was this taking advantage of her? Was he a good father? Would a good father force his little girl to suck him off and swallow every inch of his shaft? What if he'd scared her off by being that rough? What if she regretted everything now? What if she was sneaking out the bathroom window right now to run away? Or to report him to the police? Or child services? What if she was running through the streets half-naked and screaming rape? As his paranoia grew, he began to pace around the bed, running a hand through his hair, struggling with these moral questions.
A glance toward the door suddenly cleared his mind of his worries. There, in the doorframe, was a boot. A black leather platform boot, with gleaming silver buckles all the way up to the knee, and an extra-tall slutty heel. Emerging from the boot was a black-and purple striped stocking that went about halfway up the thigh of a very shapely, pale leg. The source of the leg was hidden by doorframe, a luring sight as the toe slowly dragged across the floor, almost beckoning with the movement. He felt a fresh rush of blood returning to his flagging hard-on, swiftly bringing it back to its former glory.
The leg planted the toe of the boot on the carpet, then pivoted, swinging into view his incredibly hot gothed-up daughter. She'd apparently taken a bit of extra time to redo all her makeup, her lipstick once more glossy and perfect, dark and sexy. Her eyes were once more dark and smoky, black fading expertly into purple accents around the edges. She was also still wearing those black-and-purple striped full-arm fingerless gloves. She was sideways to him, pressing her body against the doorframe like it was a stripper pole, a sly, sexy smirk on those dark, pouty lips.
"Oh, Daddy~" She half-moaned seductively, as she bent, sliding her upper body down the doorframe, pushing her incredible ass up and out. His cock throbbed notably with appreciation of the lovely display. She pivoted on her toe again, now with her back against the frame, her perfect pink-tipped peaks thrust forward by the arch of her spine to tremendous effect, one arm up clinging to the doorframe, the other placing a black-nailed fingertip on her lower lip, her eyes on her father with a look of guilt.
"Daddy, I've been a bad girl, seducing an older man... I think I need to be... punished..." She purred lustily, rocking her hips suggestively.
He pushed forward, swiftly crossing the distance between them in long, forceful strides. She braced herself for him to take her, to conquer her nubile teen body, but he stopped just short, a few inches from her. His hand came up, gently cradling her chin and lifting her eyes to his. He smiled softly as he leaned in, and kissed her. His hard body loomed over her as their lips met. Even with six inches of platform and heel, he was still a good three or four inches taller than her. The kiss was less frenzied than the ones downstairs, slower, more tender, but every bit as dominant and consuming. She felt her soft figure molding itself against his iron-hard frame, her breasts flattened on his broad chest, their skin tingling with the warmth of their bodies meeting. His iron-hard cock, the cock that made her nearly nineteen years ago, was hot and pulsing against her smooth stomach. Her knees shook slightly under the commanding kiss, his dominant presence.
When he broke the kiss she could only stare up at him with a mixture of awe, lust, and love. He smiled, a warm, loving grin, then began to speak. "Sam. I want you to know that no matter what happens between us, I will always, always love you with all of my heart. You're my little angel, my baby, and I will never do anything to hurt you." He half-whispered, his words completely sincere. "What we've done tonight has been amazing, and I would love for it to continue. But before anything happens, I want to make sure you know that if you ever want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me and I will. If you ever feel like... like this whole thing was a mistake, that you want to just be my daughter again, you tell me, and it'll be like none of this ever happened." He told her, his eyes on hers the entire time.
His presence looming over her, his kindness, and the gentle warmth he exuded made her feel like she was his little baby girl again, safe and happy in his embrace. For a moment, she was speechless. This wasn't exactly how she'd expected him to respond to her little show, but... She swallowed, hesitating for just a moment, then began to speak. "Daddy, I... I love you. I've loved you ever since I was a little girl, as much as a girl can love her daddy. You were... you were the very best daddy in the world to me, you were perfect, even when you were still working all the time." She smiled, up at him, eyes watering s little. "For a long time, I just loved you like a daughter. But... then, I started having... extra feelings. Feelings a daughter shouldn't have about her daddy. I was confused and the thoughts made me feel so guilty... I know exactly how you felt before tonight, because I felt it for years. When I first caught a glimpse of you jerking off... I'd never seen anything like it, and that night I had my first orgasm thinking about it. That only made things worse."