Kevin stepped out of the car, grabbed the suitcase from the back seat and closed the door. Slowly pacing towards the front door of house, a good hundred feet from the garage. This was his favorite part of the day, plenty of time to unwind. This was the first window of opportunity to forget about the long day at work. But it was over… finally. No more phone calls, no more faxes, no in, no more outs… and no more bosses. No bosses… here, in this kingdom, Kevin was the boss. He determined what was to go in… and when it could come out… and his commands were obeyed. Inching its way to top of his pants was his good old friend, never failing to rise to the occasion when duty called. Just having the knowledge of what he had in store for his after work special made the balls squeeze in anticipation.
The door opened and the daily routine of removing his shoes, hanging his coat, and placing the suitcase in the closet unfolded without a second thought. A quick inspection of the living room told him that she had done her chores, but not surprisingly, she was missing. Not that he blamed her. He knew that she loved him and wanted to please him, but lately… she seemed to have a pessimistic view of their after school routine. Always asking why did she have to do this, or why she had to do that… and lately Kevin found the need to get a little tough. Which was probably why she was in the kitchen still doing her homework even though she must have heard the door close.
“Samantha…”
“Yes, Daddy…”
“Come in here…”
Pulling the tie knot loose from around his neck he awaited his beautiful Samantha to round the hallway to enter the living room. She wore her green plaid uniform and white knit stockings… standard wear for good little school girls but for some reason, Samantha was capable of making this outfit a sin. No matter… she’ll pay soon enough. Slowly, Sam walked into the room head slightly bowed, eyes downcast, and hands clasp in front of her as she stood before her father. Her brown hair pulled back into a bun so that more of that soft skin on her face would show… just the way he likes it. Sam’s been coming around lately, what with those full milky breasts busting out of her cotton tee, and of course those shapely hips and thighs… just like her mother. But Samantha would never know because mother ran away with some pimp figuring she’d have enough glass to smoke and enough cock to choke elsewhere.
“Do you have something to say young lady?”
“Good afternoon, Daddy…”
She continued to keep her eyes downcast.
“And what else?”
Slowly, Samantha brought her arms around her father to hug him. Once, long ago, she had enjoyed hugging her father… to show affection. But that all changed when she took notice of Kevin rubbing her breasts and his… thing… on her stomach. Now, the hugs were not about love anymore… they were about her submission to him.
“Are all you chores done?” Kevin asked, still rubbing against his daughter.
