With my heart breaking that I would get home too late to see my daughter before she left on her fuck date tonight, I almost jumped out of my car before I even shut the engine off. Four leaps later I was standing at the front door, fumbling with my keys, hoping Lacey would still be home. Naturally I couldn't isolate the house key right away then I put it in backwards, but eventually I got it into the lock and twisted -- and found it was unlocked. Damn, well, at least Lacey was still home.
Taking a breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp against the far wall, like it would be if my 19 year old had already left, but I spied light in the hallway across the room cast from the bathroom. Dropping my keys on the foyer table, I straightened myself up and tried not to look too desperate while I casually strolled down the hall.
"That you, Daddy?" came the squeaky-high, sweet melodic voice of my only daughter and family member. It was from the bathroom.
Poking my head inside, I spied my petite, slender daughter leaning against the countertop, looking into the mirror while she was applying makeup -- eyeliner, at the moment, but an open tube of lipstick and a jar of mascara sat in front of her next to the sink. My eyes moved from her pretty, small face in the mirror to her backside and her exquisite little ass, tightly wrapped in her low-rise jeans. Those two palm-sized buttcheeks poked out, her asscrack turned into a miniature valley from the ultra-tight fabric of the jeans. Around her hips and above the top edge of the jeans rose opposing black strings of her thong, arching high to expose themselves. I recognized the distinctive thin strings, knowing it was a new miniscule thong I picked up for her earlier in the week which barely covered only her bald cuntlips. Her date was going to go ga-ga when he saw it later tonight.
Above her low-rise jeans, my curly, long-haired blonde daughter was wearing a somewhat conservative (for her and my tastes, anyway) two-piece top. She had a light-blue blouse that, I could tell from her reflection in the mirror, was unbuttoned and merely tied around her chest just below her ribcage. Her de minimis 20-inch waist and soft flat tummy would be completely exposed between the tied-up blouse and her low-rise jeans. Under the blouse, so that her B-cups wouldn't be left out in public, she had a pale pink strapless tube top. Undoubtedly, with the blouse off, her hard teenage nipples were going to be poking out of it. Very sexy.
She could see, in the reflection, her father's eyes roving her ass and body. It drew a soft smile from her, while she continued to apply her makeup carefully. "You get stuck at the office, Daddy?"
"Yeah," I groaned, in part from how fucking delicious Lacey looked and in part from the bullshit that kept me away from her for the last hour. "That fucking client in Oregon called, what the fuck does he care that it's three hours later out here and some of us wanna get home on a Friday night?" My eyes went right back to my daughter's small ass sticking out as she leaned forward. My cock was growing quite hard in my pants, what with her hot body in front of me and me knowing what she'd be doing tonight. "At least I got home in time to see you off, how late do you think you'll be, overnight?" I had an instinct to reach over and grab my crotch, to straighten out my hardening penis, but it kind of felt good wedged at an angle in my underwear as it became engorged. The pressure of it stretching the fabric of my clothing served me for the moment.
Lacey smiled softly, while her eyes were staring at her reflection as the last stroke of eyeliner curved around her big brown orb. "I don't think so, Charlie's married and told her he's going to the Pistons game, so he has to get back like a couple of hours after it ends."
Her sexy explanation drew a chuckle from her perverted father, as I pictured her and some married stud fucking on a motel bedroom while they watched a basketball game to wait for it to end, and so he could at least pretend he knew what happened in the game. But I also felt sorry for the guy, knowing he had to limit his time with a hot fuck like Lacey because of some stupid wife who can't give him what my unbelievably slutty daughter Lacey can. You know, I felt like a prick ten years ago when Lacey's mom left me for her therapist, but I got to tell you, the silver lining I couldn't know about back then was the ability to stick my dick into the hottest teenager on the planet night after night, for about a year running now. Unlike her date "Charlie," if Lacey is home with me, we fuck until morning.
Somehow my eyes, locked onto her tight ass, caught Lacey looking at me through the mirror. That twinkle in her eye and wrinkle in her smile gave away some naughty idea in her head that she knew would arouse her father's taboo lust. "Besides, Daddy, I'm going to meet my friend Joey tomorrow afternoon, and I don't, you know, want to get all stretched out and all." Then she winked, because she knew I knew all of the details to understand the context of her comment. Joey, one of her adult fuck friends; "meet" means, get laid; and "stretched out" means getting fucked so hard for so long that she's too sore to put on a good performance any more.
All these thoughts of Lacey getting boned tonight and then tomorrow afternoon were definitely having their intended effect on me -- my penis was now really stiff in my underwear and slacks. Standing against the doorframe of the bathroom, I was picturing some married cock entering Lacey's hairless shaved slit from behind her stellar small butt. I love that look in Lacey's eyes when she's getting drilled seven or eight inches deep, and her little chin and lower lip start trembling as her orgasm approaches, until she's squealing at the top of her lungs. It might not be my cock doing it to her for the next 24 hours or so, but it didn't matter, I was so horny that she was going to have scrumptious sexual fun. Talking about the details with her only made me harder, too. In a slow, casual drawl, I asked in a completely natural tone about her upcoming date. "So -- this guy you're dating tonight, Charlie -- he's the guy you said last week saw one of your online cumfuckme ads?" Lacey maintained three or four ads on online dating services, most of them written with the help of her doting daddy, which regularly solicited responses from horny dicks in our area looking for a young slut to bang for a night. She'd had about five or six of these dates in the past, and a couple of the guys were now pretty regular dates for her. She even brought one by a couple months ago for Daddy to meet, although of course I pretended I had no idea he was sticking it to her.
My daughter put down her eyeliner and grabbed her brush, and stroked her long curly flocks a few times to give them more body. "Yeah, he found me that way, we talked on the phone already a few times. He has a GREAT dick, Daddy, he showed me pictures and a webcam movie of it, it's like HUGE."
Her father was all ears at hearing that, but I assumed no less, since she had her pick of just about anyone to fuck and pretty much wasn't going to waist her time on a cock smaller than 7 inches. Unless the guy is fucking rich, like the prick who took her to Cancun last spring for a week. I could see her watching my reaction through the mirror, seeing the information sink into Daddy's brain, as I absorbed visual images of a fat married cock fucking my daughter. She was playing with me, getting me aroused with the concept of what she was going to do, it was almost like she fucked other men just to make her father horny. Although obviously that's just stupid, I like to infatuate myself with the belief that my reaction to her fucking around is at least a small part of the reason she's such a slut.
Lacey enjoyed being the tramp with a full-disclosure policy, I could even see her slender ass wiggling a bit as she made herself wet inside her tiny thong while telling her father about her upcoming date. "And Daddy, we aren't going on a 'date,' we're just going to a motel to fuck."
Oh, that got my erection twice as hard in about the span of one heartbeat. Which is ironic, because my heart skipped a beat as I became almost dizzy with excitement at the idea. "Is that right, Lacey? You sure you like him enough to just strip and get it on?"
She nodded at me enthusiastically. "Fuck yeah, we were on the phone like a couple of hours the other day, getting each other all bothered up, and he's really hot for me." Finished with dolling herself, she collected her small array of makeup and stuffed it into a tiny purse. Lacking sufficient room, I watched her smile as she fished out something already in the purse, which she discarded on the countertop. "Won't need these," she giggled as she pushed a small unopened box of condoms away from her, so they were in my view, "He's married."
