She got out and headed for the front door, the plug shifting. The keys felt heavy in her fumbling hands, but she managed to open the door and slip inside, her heart beating faster from excitement.
Her daddy was already rising from the couch. She kicked off her shoes, feeling the plug shift again.
"Shower," he directed impatiently.
She took off her clothes on the way. Her t-shirt was thrown over the banister, her bra discarded at the landing, her shorts clumsily and hurriedly discarded as a puddle on the hallway carpet. The plug shifted constantly, sending her arousal higher. Her panties were the last to go, stripped off just inside the bathroom, a splash of pink on the cream-colored rug. She reached back and took out the plug, setting it on the sink. Her asshole clutched around emptiness.
Her daddy, obviously taking his time, came in while she was testing the shower temperature. She grinned at him, her eyes sliding to his cock, the surging shaft ready for action. His eyes matched hers in admiring her nakedness, roaming along those exposed curves.
She stepped into the shower first, and turned to meet him. Their mouths collided, her breasts pressing into his chest, his hands squeezing at her hips, her hands in turn sneaking down to stroke his cock.
He broke the kiss and turned her around. She let him guide her forward until she was against the shower wall, her ass on display, a little wiggle of her hips making it bounce for his viewing pleasure. Her asshole clutched at emptiness again.
"Don't move," he told her, slipping away to the shower caddy.
She watched him gather up soap and a washcloth, and then come back to her, this time sinking out of sight. Silence fell for a few long seconds besides the streaming water. Her body ached for his attention but she stayed still.
His hands took her ass cheeks, that touch drawing a moan from her, and spread them.
Something soft and slick rubbed at her asshole. She moaned again, her hips hitching mindlessly.
"Don't move."
"Sorry," she said, steeling herself against the urge to squirm.
The rubbing resumed, circling her asshole, quickly leaving it slippery and wet. She managed to stay mostly still, her pussy utterly drenched, her stiff nipples scraping against the shower wall.
After a few more passes along her asshole, the soaped-up washcloth pressed into it, directed by his fingers. Her body gave way readily. The washcloth eased deeper, a sensuous intrusion that added yet more to her arousal.
"Good girl, keep staying still for Daddy."
The washcloth began to rotate slowly, pushing at the same time, adding more soap to the area.
He was thorough and careful, working the washcloth deeper, steadily stretching her out. A kiss landed on one of her cheeks, and then the other.
"Ass-kisser," she teased.
He laughed, keeping the washcloth moving, sliding it back, easing it forward, rotating it slowly.
The washcloth soon slipped out, its job well done. He stood, coming into her line of sight, and grabbed the detachable shower head. The spray of water hit her lower back first before trailing down. He ducked out of view again, spreading her cheeks to let the spray hit between them, washing away the soapiness. The rush of water in that sensitive spot made her shiver.
The spray aimed straight at her asshole next. She started in surprise, the water swirling through into her insides, a much different intrusion than either the plug or the washcloth. The spray continued, sending soapy water down her thighs. The urge to squirm was ever-present but she kept herself mostly still. He kept the spray aimed at her backside, washing off the soap.
"All done," he finally spoke up, standing up to reattach the shower head.
"So fresh and so clean," she joked, moving off the wall.
"Not so fast," he said, gesturing for her to return to her previous position.
She plastered herself to the wall, her breasts squished again against the cool tiles.
He sank out of sight. His assertive grip returned.
A wet, wriggly warmth pressed at her asshole.
"Daddy!" she squealed, starting in surprise again, peeking over her shoulder.
His tongue swiped up and down, and his grip grew firmer.
"So naughty..."
His tongue circled her asshole, and then slipped through into her insides, another brand new sensation for her.
One of his hands snuck around to her sex. She bucked her hips, caught between his fingers and his tongue. A slap came at one of her cheeks, a pointed reminder to stay still.
"Sorry," she whimpered, her voice wavering from the combined stimulation.
His only response was a satisfied murmur. He continued to coordinate, delving deeper, tasting more of her, rubbing at her slit, gathering up plentiful juices. The pleasure rose, her body humming from the attention. Sharing such lust with him as always conjured wicked thrills, these ones more potent from the novelty of this experience, having his tongue wriggling inside her asshole, testing the heretofore unexplored part of her. His fingers were proverbial cherries on top, adding a more familiar sensation.
He slipped deeper, face first in between her cheeks, his slurping keeping her blush hot. The wall provided a solid anchor for her to rest against, its coolness a delicious contrast to that blush and the steam wreathing around her. The pleasure rose higher, close to climax.
"I'm gonna cum..."
The fingers left her slit, triggering another whimper, this one of disappointment. His tongue thankfully did not stop wriggling.
The disappointment increased seconds later, however, when his tongue slipped out of her. She whimpered again, glancing over her shoulder.
"All done," he told her, coming into view, smiling in amusement at her desperation.
His arms wrapped around her. She purred, feeling his stiff cock rub up on her.
"How was that?" he asked, kissing at her shoulder.
"Wonderful..."
His mouth trailed towards hers. She met it without hesitation. A shiver cascaded along her.
I'm making out with Daddy after his tongue's been in my ass.
She could not help but think of Alana and Sebastian, imagining what their reaction might be to the truth of her mysterious lover. Their scandalized faces came into her mind's eye.
Would it shut them up out of shock or would they just ask more questions?
Her daddy broke the kiss, interrupting her train of thought, and stepped away to turn off the water.
The duo was soon in the bedroom, wearing the matching monogrammed robes she had recently bought for them, father on top of daughter. Her robe opened slowly, gradually, at first from her squirming and then guided by his hands to fully reveal her breasts and pussy. His mouth found the former, peppering the pert swells with a hungry affection, while his fingers landed on the latter, caressing the slick folds. She spread her legs wider. His mouth latched on a nipple. The pleasure rose once again.
His cock throbbed on her thigh, beads of pre-cum smearing over the trembling flesh. One of her hands snuck down to wrap around the shaft. He sucked harder, rubbing at her sex, the free-flowing juices threading around his fingers.
"Please don't stop," she begged breathlessly, an orgasm approaching.
The plea fell on deaf ears.
"No fair, Daddy..."
He forestalled more plaintive mewls by offering his cream-coated fingers. She wrapped her lips around them, shuddering at the light muskiness she found.
"Better?" he asked, smirking at her enthusiasm.
She smirked back, giving his fingers a few more licks.
"It'd be better if you made me cum."
"Be patient."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"You're at least going to have to give me a minute," he told her, reaching down to take the rest of the robe off her.
The deft maneuvers revealed the rest of her nakedness. His eyes trailed along her curves, that gaze making her squirm. He took her by the hips and guided her onto her stomach, the robe between her and the bed.
"Has it been a minute yet?" she teased.
"What did I say about being patient?"
He grabbed his pillow, shaking his head in bemusement, and gestured for her to lift her hips to let him slide it under the robe.
"Comfy?"
She nodded, the slight elevation keeping her hips up off the mattress.
The bed shifted. His footfalls brought him to the dresser. She glanced over her shoulder, trying her best to catch a glimpse of him.
"Clock's ticking, Daddy. Get the lead out."
He laughed, his footfalls returning to the bed.
"What, you have somewhere to be?"
The bed shifted again, and he sidled up behind her, a hand landing on her ass. She purred, wiggling her hips.
A small pop rang out.
"Just going to lube up. And then we'll be good to go."
A image sprung up in her mind's eye of him smearing a glistening slickness along his length. The anticipation built after a few more seconds.
"Spread your cheeks," he finally spoke up.
She obeyed eagerly, letting her fingers pry them apart.
A cold wetness splattered in between them. She yelped, jerking in surprise. His hands joined hers, kneading thoroughly, working the lube all around. The yelp turned into another purr but then spiked into another yelp after a spank.
"Alright, keep 'em spread."
She bit her lip, unable to see his cock approaching her asshole, but easily imagining the obscene sight, the straining shaft dwarfing the crinkled entrance.
The head pressed there, a strange sensation that nevertheless triggered a moan.
"Hold on, I have to go take care of something," he said suddenly, the head moving away.
