"Hello...Daddy's home..." Frank Malone said dejectedly to his empty house. It had felt like a tomb in recent weeks. Cold...dead, like something rotten from the grave but still moving on automatic. Rachel had been the love and light of his life. His wife of twenty years had died tragically in an airplane accident. Some mechanical failure took her life and all the others on board. The payouts for surviving family members were insane. He would never have to work again and their daughter, who was about to graduate high school, would have a free choice of any school in the country.
Their little girl was all grown up, he thought as he looked at her pictures on the walls. A head cheerleader and star acting talent, Melissa was doing great with accolades abound. She was holding it together much better than her father. She was working hard on her final performance. The final play in the school year was to be Ovid's Metamorphoses. Unbeknownst to Frank, Melissa had been reading the whole thing.
Melissa Malone had stumbled upon one story in particular that drove her wild. She couldn't explain it but the idea of seducing her father really struck a chord within her. It was so wrong but it got her so wet. She had these naughty and troublesome thoughts often, even before she read the ancient taboo tale. Ovid had just been the match which had alighted her flame of desire.
Melissa had a killer body. All the boys and girls that fucked her in school said so. She was a total slut and took any person she wanted. She used every tool just to train her body for her Daddy's pleasure. She wanted him more than anything. She could only orgasm when she thought about him taking advantage of her. Using her like she needed to be used. Pressed hard into the bed and fucked like she had seen her parents do so many times. Her mind grew hazy and her knees grew weak when those thoughts overpowered her mind. She had a plan and with both of them suffering from loss, she knew it would work. She had left school a little early to get everything set up at home. She was in the living room with the lights turned off. She had a blanket over herself but was naked beneath. She had been playing with herself for over an hour. The couch was soaked but she couldn't stop. She wanted to get caught. She wanted her Daddy to punish her, to spank her ass roughly and call her a dirty slut. She had a Daddy/Daughter porn on silent. The images were enough to get her gushing but she had a toy that took her over the edge easily. She had heard him open the door and began bringing herself over the edge again. She wanted him to hear it.
The silence was interrupted by soft moans and Frank dropped his keys on the table after hanging up his coat. He walked from the kitchen to the living room and found his sweet baby girl in the middle of something. He caught a glimpse of what was on the screen and quickly did an about face.
"Um...sweetie? I'm going to go get some pizzas for dinner. I'll be back in a few minutes. That should be enough time for you to finish," Frank said solemnly.
"Yes, Daddy," Melissa said with a sigh making Frank feel uncomfortable. He didn't pry into his daughter's sex life. Whatever she did was up to her. He just hoped she was being safe and doing that at home was the safest thing imaginable. He thought the man in the video was a little too old for her but it was probably just a phase.
He headed into town and ordered the pizzas along the way by phone. Modern conveniences sure made life much simpler. The pies were ready when he arrived. A classic pepperoni and a hawaiian for his babygirl. She loved the sweet pineapple mixed with the salty ham. He got back in the car and headed home. Everything in the house reminded him of Rachel, especially Melissa. She looked quite similar to her Mother but more refined. All those years of cheer, dance and theater had given her definition. The boys must really be after her but he hadn't seen hide nor hair. She never had time for boys with her schedule anyway, he assured himself. He shook his head before getting out of the car and heading inside with the pizzas.
He placed them on the kitchen table and by instinct got out three plates. His body was shaking when he realized his mistake but he held back the tears. He held himself together so his sweet baby wouldn't see him break. He did at night though, when he was alone and not sleeping in his empty bed. He just stared into the darkness of his empty room and suffered in silence.
"Daddy...it's okay," Melissa said and she came up behind Frank and gave him a hug. She held him tight, clinging on but supporting at the same time. She didn't want her Daddy to fall down and helped him to the couch. She sat him down on the opposite side of where she had been earlier and tried to make him comfortable.
"I'll get the plates Daddy. You pick a movie you want to watch. Anything you want, I don't care. I just want to eat pizza, watch a movie and cuddle with my Daddy. Okay?" Melissa said with a smile. He just nodded his head and she headed for the kitchen.
While he had been gone she had gotten changed. She had put on some yoga pants that hugged her ass but no panties. No bra under her sweatshirt made her feel more relaxed. She wanted to see how wet Daddy would make her just from proximity. She hadn't cuddled with her Daddy in years. The best and worst time was during a thunderstorm. It was an old memory that she cherished. It made her feel safe.
