All characters are over the age of 18.
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It was two days after Dave Wilson and his daughter, Stacey, had consummated their lustful relationship in a night that neither of them would ever forget. Dave was up late in his study. He felt his cock stirring as he thought of Stacey who was now upstairs sleeping in his bed. He would have liked to be with her, but he simply had to review this data. He was facing one fuck of a big problem.
Among other things, he had put in an order, as he had for many years, for the newest (2015) line of his top sellers in Porsche and Mercedes. Despite his reliability and success, this was not just a run-of-the-mill process. He'd had to submit tax returns, proof of income, payroll statements, not to mention the million government forms and filings. The cars would not be delivered unless he had absolute proof of his good standing, as well as marketing and advertising plans for the next year. After a long process, all the papers had been signed and the cars were due to be shipped next week. And now here he was looking at these reports wondering how the fuck he was going to keep his commitments, knowing his business was inexplicably hemorrhaging cash.
For the first time since he was in his twenties, Dave felt the beginning of panic when it came to his business, and now, slight paranoia. Who could he trust anymore?
He tossed his glasses on the desk and rubbed his tired eyes and reached for a Marlboro Red. Shit! He was smoking a lot lately. What he needed was a goddamned forensic accountant, but could he afford to hire one right now?
Just then he heard footsteps and saw movement at the doorway; he looked up and saw his 19-year old daughter and nearly choked. Jesus Christ! She was totally nude except for a tiny silk thong, and her sleepy hair was mussed about her head. She looked adorably tousled, and sexy as hell.
"Daddy?" she said, rubbing her eyes.
Dave instinctively tried to hide the cigarette he had in his hand, though it was really his stress and worry he wanted to hide from her.
"Shit, honey, did I wake you?"
She walked over, and Dave could not help watching her beautiful breasts, her incredible body, and her sexy lips, all of which amazed him. Far from quenching his lust for her, their intense fucking had only stirred his desire to even greater heights. The love and lust he felt when he saw Stacey walk in the room made him feel like a completely new man. It relaxed him immediately, by distracting him from the challenges his businesses were facing, but at the same time, Stacey energized him with a need to comfort and protect his princess.
Stacey immediately recognized his obvious stress, so she slipped onto his lap, put her arms around his neck and leaned her sleep-infused body against his. He slid one hand down to her hip and held her tight. He was tempted and barely resisted sliding his hand down to her warm pussy.
"You caught me," he said, taking another puff, but blowing the smoke away from her.
She leaned her heavy head against his shoulder, sighing. Dave watched her big pink nipples harden and thought "Fuck it." Things will work out somehow. He wasn't going to let this business bullshit get to him. And he certainly wasn't going to let it interfere with his incestuous relationship with his daughter, which was still so young and new.
He pushed her hair out of her face and eyes, smiling.
"Did you have a good sleep?" while stubbing out his cigarette, circling his hand around her waist, and softly stroking her stomach.
She nodded and hugged him tighter. "But now I can't get back to sleep."
Dave said, "Hmmm... do you want Daddy to take you back up to bed?" while reaching for her nipples, and squeezing and playing with them.
She buried her face in his neck as he got up, picked her up and hooked her beautifully toned legs around his hips. He carried her upstairs as she straddled him.
Dave brought her right into his well-appointed bedroom, which was full of expensive furniture and a giant, king-size bed. Stacey drank in the manly aromas of her Daddy—clean linen, musky cologne, wood and cigars... mmmm. He laid her gently on the bed; soon she was lying back on her elbows watching him, fully awake, her large breasts panting, wearing only her little white thong. Stacey's body- her creamy skin and pink nipples—beckoned so seductively in this extremely masculine lair. She seemed so fragile and so fucking hot at the same time—she was truly a sweet, carnal flower, tender and innocent, but bursting with sexual desire.
Her heaving tits and wet pussy were aching for her Daddy's touch as he hooked one finger on each side and eased her panties off. Stacey's mind was racing around with the thoughts of him penetrating her warm cunt, and how good it would feel to be stretched by his throbbing cock.
Dave quickly slipped his shirt off over his head and removed his jeans and boxers in one swift move. Her soft body, her trusting lust-filled eyes, made the blood surge powerfully into his cock; he felt back in total control, because her sweet devotion and adoration allowed him to be who he truly was.
He got up on his hands and knees and kissed her from above, leaning down to her mouth and kissing her deeply before moving down her neck, to shoulders, breasts and stomach, leaving a fiery trail in his wake.
When he got to her hips, he gently pushed her knees apart as he moved in closer to her, then slowly and deliberately pushed her taut thighs apart. Stacey was entranced by her Daddy; her eyes were locked into his intense dark brown eyes.
"Do you want Daddy to help you get back to sleep, Stacey baby?"
Stacey nodded, and opened her legs even wider. She felt her nipples harden even more; they were so sensitive and she knew how wonderful it felt when he sucked them hard.
"Then just relax, honey... relax."
He shifted his bulky, muscular six foot frame towards the foot of the bed and got comfortable on his elbows, one hand on each of her thighs, pushing her legs open and holding them firmly apart. She was so wet... He could see the inner lips of her glistening pussy opening and closing with the excitement of having him look at her, the tiny bud of her swelling clit, and her thighs involuntarily trembling and shaking with excitement at his nearness. He used his warm hands on her, stroking her thighs, caressing her stomach, saying "Shh, baby... shh, calm down..." She was so worked up! Her Daddy was between her legs, his face so close to her wet, spread pussy, his lips agonizingly close to her quivering, erect clit. She could not stop trembling.
Dave softly ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs. He wanted her to slow down, relax, stop tensing up, and enjoy what he was going to do for her. He stroked her legs, occasionally stroking close to her pussy, caressing and soothing the whole area. Slowly Stacey regained control of her breathing by fixating on his strong assured presence and the feel of his hands holding her tight. She loosened up and sank into a passive, receptive state, opening her thighs and pushing towards his mouth, just allowing herself to feel the intense pleasure of having her cunt lips swollen and ready for his mouth.
"Good, baby, just like that," said Dave.
He leaned in and caressed her inner thighs with his fingertips. She was getting so wet and he inhaled deeply and deliciously, loving her scent. His cock jumped and throbbed powerfully against the bed. The musky aroma of her cunt was so fucking intoxicating.
