I had decided to play hooky from work.
By God
, I told myself.
I deserve a day off
. My back-log of projects at work was in control, the boss was out of town and I had needed to get the brakes fixed on my car for a couple of months anyway. So that morning, after sending an email explaining I wouldn't be in, I took the car to the mechanic and had them drop me off back home while they worked on it. Ann, my wife, was at work. Lisa, my daughter, was at school. I had the house all to myself. For a husband and father a little time alone is like gold.
After a quick sweep of the house to verify that I was home alone, I made a bee-line to my daughter's room. Ann had told me that last weekend she had happened across a portfolio on Lisa's desk. It contained a several 8 x 10 pictures of Lisa's friend Tish in skimpy lingerie and tight swimwear. Lisa told her that Tish was trying to break into modeling and had lent Lisa her portfolio to hold onto so her parents didn't find out. Ann promised to keep it a secret but told Lisa to keep it put away.
All of this would have been fine, if I never knew any of it. But Ann, who can't keep her mouth shut, told me about it the next day. The knowledge of that portfolio in our house had been driving me to distraction ever since. I can't begin to tell you how hot Tish is. Athletic, but voluptuous with long wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes she had been a regular masturbatory fantasy since she started showing up at our house up to use our pool. I was now aching to toss off to those sexy pictures.
(Yes, it was a pathetic goal, but at forty three your horizons are limited.)
Unfortunately I didn't know where those pictures might be. I looked under her mattress, in her desk, in her bureau; nothing. I started digging through the mess of crap Lisa has on the top shelf of her big walk-in closet. I went through stacks of DVDs, CDs, clothes I've never seen her wear. It occurred to me, and not for the first time, that our little girl has life too easy.
When my fingers felt the slick surface of a batch of glossy photos my heart quickened. I pulled down the stack and found about a dozen pictures of... my little Lisa.
In each picture my happy, sweet, 18 year old daughter was topless or completely nude and smiling beautifully at the camera while posed in a variety of clichΓ© but sexy centerfold positions. She was standing with her back arched. She was on her hands and knees. She was stretched out across a bed. But when I reached the photo of her sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide, every detail of her glistening labia open for view, I could go no further. My morbid curiosity had turned sour and the rock hard erection straining against my pants shocked me into disgust. I dropped the stack of photos and stood in the closet rubbing my eyes, as if I could unsee what I had seen.
I don't know how long I stood there, but a noise out in the hall caught my attention. I pushed shut the closet doors and slapped at the light switch quickly as I heard the footsteps and voices enter the room outside.
Crap!
I thought.
I desperately tried to formulate a plan. But it was painfully obvious that I was trapped and totally screwed if someone opened the doors. I heard Lisa's and some guy's voices on the other side. The closet had double doors that were slatted, not solid, so light and sound came through to me as I stood poised in the back of the closet. With no other option, I listened in.
"...cut school. We have all day, what do you want to do?" I heard Lisa's voice ask.
"I got plans," the guy said insolently. "But first I want a little something from you." I heard a zipper and something sagging into the bedsprings.
Holy Shit!
I moved closer to the door. I didn't want to know what was going on, but I couldn't hold myself back.
"What am I going to get out of this?" asked Lisa.
"I got plans," he said again.
I peeked out between the slats into the room. I could see them clearly, in profile. He was sitting on the bed with his pants around his ankles and she was standing directly in front of him, fully clothed, hands on her hips, looking down, contemplating his semi-hard unit.
"Come-on baby," he chided her. "Just do this. I got something planned that will blow you away."
"Weeeell, OK," She said with ironic hesitation and got down on her knees. She swept her long, straight chestnut-brown hair away from her face, tossed it over her shoulder and looked him in the eye before lowering her face to his lap. She took his member in her hand and began licking up the underside with long, wet laps of her tongue.
"Oh baby," said the asshole on my daughter's bed.
His cock had stiffened fully. She paused to look up again but with a hand on the back of her head he firmly guided her mouth down to the swollen head of his manhood. As his dick pushed into her mouth he groaned lustily. She began bobbing her face up and down on his cock and he lay back across the bed to enjoy her attention.
"That's great babe," said the douche-bag with his cock in my daughter's mouth. "Take it deeper".
"Mmmmff," grunted Lisa around a mouthful of cock and she began struggling to work as much of him back into her face as she could manage. I heard her choking back her gag reflex as he pushed her head further down onto it at each stroke. He had a long schlong, easily 8 inches, and I almost gasped aloud as she began taking him fully back into her mouth and down her throat.
"Fuuuuuuck," groaned the fucking piece of shit as he fucked my daughter's throat.
He began bucking into her face more rapidly as he built to climax. She gasped for breath around his prick and struggled to keep up. Finally he grabbed her head with both hands, rammed his cock fully down her throat one last time and went stiff as a board before releasing his load in a twitching, moaning spasm. He seemed to come forever as he shook and thrashed on the bed with Lisa's face clasped tightly to his pelvis. Her throat blocked, Lisa began to thrash and try to pull away as her lungs gasped for oxygen.
Finally he let go of her and she collapsed backwards onto the floor, desperately gulping air. I was shaking all over in my closet. My skin was clammy, my breathe was shallow and my cock had a painful, raging hard-on.
"Shit!" She thundered. "You almost killed me!"
Shit
, I thought.
I almost let him!