Sexual orientation :
Daddy Dear.... (incest, father, daughter...)
Don was glad that the meeting in Denver had been cancelled and that he could just go home, take a hot shower and climb into bed. He had a pounding head ache and needed some down time. Lori had left for university two weeks ago and he was alone in the penthouse. Funny that he had not anticipated the loneliness that his daughter's departure would cause. He would shoot her an email before he crawled into bed: tell her how much he missed her.
His wife Frances had left the pair of them three years ago. She had simply disappeared, taking nothing, no clothes, pictures, keepsakes, nothing. She was ever a wild and roving spirit; and, her departure did not shock him. It hurt him, yes; but did not shock him. Lori and he had bonded in their attempts to console each other. She was the spitting image of her Frances when Don first met her: lithe, athletic, and vivacious. Since Lori left for school, Don thought more and more of Frances. The picture of herself that Lori had placed on his night table was the probable culprit. Lori's long red hair, her open and infectious smile, that impish glint in her green eyes, all carried recollections of Frances.
Don smiled as he recalled Frances sexual abandon. She loved to relay fantasies as she fondled his cock and teased him mercilessly about who she would like to fuck and how she would do it. She would get him so aroused that he nearly blew the top off his cock listening to her. She loved to masturbate before their digital camera. She would pretend to be addressing one of their friends or co workers. God she was lovely: lovely and sexy as a kitten. She would often perform a hand job on Don or suck him off as he filmed her. Then she would watch the video with him and fuck like a mink.
Since Lori was gone Don saw no reason to deny himself the pleasure of reliving those erotic moments with Frances and fished out the box of disks from the back of the closet. He had been masturbating to them for the last week or so. Tonight as he pulled into his parking space his cock was already rampant with anticipation. He hoped there was nobody in the elevator.
Luckily, he got into the apartment safely and threw his jacket and tie on the sofa. He was ready for a little Frances show. Then he'd email Lori and perhaps take in another little video. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him when he heard Frances voice as he approached his room.
"You like this, hm? You like me pulling on your stiff cock baby? Like this? You wanna put it here? You wanna fuck me? Hm?" It was Frances patter alright. Had he left the machine on all day? He peeked through the crack of the door only to find Lori sitting in his Lazyboy. Her left leg was thrown over the padded arm and she wore only her baby doll pj’s. The fingers of her right hand were buried deeply between her legs underneath her lacy panties. "Oh daddy, daddy, daddy," she croaked with lust. He jumped back and flattened his back against the wall. His heart was pounding in his chest. Frances kept taunting him in the video and he could hear his own cock squishing with precum as Frances wanked him frantically. The vision of Lori masturbating to the image caused his prick to stiffen like a steel rod.
His mind split violently into two equal halves: the protective parent on one side and the fuck starved pervert on the other. If he didn't look again, he scolded himself. “I could sneak down the stairs and clatter about in the vestibule till Lori heard me.” Of course she masturbated, he chided himself. She was in university. She had dated since her second year in high school. Certainly, he would not be the first parent to catch his daughter or son getting off.
He tried to quiet his racing heart: to keep it in his chest. Throughout this diatribe to his libido, however, his hand had somehow worked itself inside his suit pants and down into his briefs. He had his cock firmly in his hand and was squeezing it with a vice-like fist.
Don had often seen depictions of the angel and the devil sitting on a character's shoulders but now he felt as if they were actually there. His parental guardian may have indeed won out had it not been for what he heard next.
Frances tormented him in the video with...""You like that, hmm? Oh yeah, I know you do. You want to put that right in here don't you, baby?" He remembered the incident and the scene vividly. His hand went from squeezing to actually wanking his engorged cock.
Then, he heard it; and it broke him. Lori began mimicking Frances. Repeating the same phrase. "You like that, hmm? Oh yeah, I know you do. You want to put that right in here don't you, baby?" his Lori's voice. He was compelled to peek again through the crack of the door jamb. Lori held her panties to one side and exposed her naked pussy to the screen. A land mine could not have kept him from her.
His throat dried up, he could not swallow, his pulse thundered and his cock fairly screamed to be released. Her next actions nearly felled him. She repeated another phrase of her mother's. "That's what you want isn't it? You want to stick that big cock inside here, don't you?" This was accompanied by spreading her pussy lips wide open and presenting that delicious morsel to a starving man.
It is amazing how much detail one can capture of a flashing moment; the glistening folds of her inner labia, the extended clit, the intricate flower-like opening to her cunt. He had those forever imprinted from that moment.
Then, he stole into the room. Lori's eyes were either riveted to the screen or closed at the time for he was able to creep right up to her. He could smell her sex as she fingered herself and moaned. Frances was now licking his stiff cock in the video. He was so aroused that he thought the vision would make him cum without his prick being touched. He gently reached down and stroked Lori's arm.
"I heard you come in Daddy. I even heard you come up the stairs." She did not take her eyes off the screen. She did not stop working her hand in and out of her sopping sweet cunt. "I've been watching these videos since just after mom left. Oh daddy, I've seen every one of them and I wanted you to catch me.... To catch me doing this. I want the real thing Daddy. Do me. Do me... please.... daddy. I want you."
I reached down and turned her lovely face towards me. I bent to kiss her and she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and her hand flew to my groin.
"I... I don't know if I can baby. You are so... so, lovely so... so sexy but you are my little girl." My hips however were thrusting pushing my hardened cock into her rubbing hand. She smiled up at me and lowered my fly. She paid no attention to my words. She merely fished my cock out of my underwear and I stood there full dressed with my dick standing at attention pointing directly at my little girl’s face.
Lori began stroking the shaft. Then did a perfect imitation of her mother's voice. "You like that, Hm? Does that feel good Daddy? You want me to stop, mmm?" I could not speak but swallowed hard and shook my head.
"I didn't think so. You wanna fuck me daddy? She began kissing the end of my cock to punctuate her sentences. I could see that she had studied all of Frances' videos. "You want me to suck you off, Daddy?" more kisses and licking. "Do you want to fuck me Daddy? Do you?" her hand cupped my balls and one of her fingers snaked into the crevice of my ass. "Daddy like?"
Lori opened her mouth and took my throbbing cock half way in barely touching it with her lips and tongue. Then she pulled back. "Is that what you want, Hm?" a teasing lick.
"Shall I suck you dry daddy? Or do you think we should stop, hm?"
"Come on daddy. You are going to have to say it. Say suck my cock Lori. Suck your daddy's cock. Beg me daddy."......
Last edited by PokerStroker; 04-06-2010 at 11:51 PM.
Don't worry... It only feels kinky the first time.