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Sarah's Seduction

By: Manny2314



She looked so fucking HOT! Just the kind of girl that made Trevor melt.

An inch or two over five feet, thin - not starving, but very slender. Her all black outfit was cut just a little low, drawing attention to her pert breasts - A cups? - sitting high and proud on her chest. It fit snugly along her curves, showing a wonderful contrast between her tiny waist and her curvy hips. A flat stomach and a round, tight ass sat atop thin but shapely legs, which did not look very short for her small stature. Her long blond hair was fixed in a pony tail, high on the back of her head, which bounced from side to side when she moved. When she walked it kept time with her hips, undulating, driving Trevor totally crazy. 

Basically, she looked more like a 14 year old who had developed quickly. But no, don't think Trevor was into young girls. Not illegally young. That didn't interest him at all. But he loved very feminine women. Dainty ones. This girl was 18. No, 19 according to her records, he noticed. Very feminine and dainty. And she was so attractive, so damn cute, and her body such an extreme example of what turned him on the most, that he was barely able to get through the routine conference that he had with all of his students. 

Finally the basic conversation was over. Trevor relaxed some now, and turned the conversation more personal.

"Has your adjustment to this college been going well?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes, it's been great. I love the campus, the professors, and most of all the other students," she answered.

"So, it sounds like there is a special guy - or guys - in your life." That would be disappointing.

"No," she mumbled, looking down at the floor. "That's one area that hasn't developed at all."

He looked longingly at her, at her body, thinking that this might be an opening for him "No dates for someone as pretty as you?"

She looked up at him, her sad face smiling at the compliment. "There have been dates, but nothing that has worked out. The guys seem so immature. Goofing around all the time. Drinking."

"So you don't drink?"

"Well, I am only 19," she laughed.

"Oh, of course then." He joined in her laughter.

She continued. "I don't mind the drinking. But most guys seem to treat it like a competitive sport."

Now was his chance. Trevor moved in. "Perhaps a lovely young lady like yourself isn't happy with boys. Perhaps you would be happier if you found yourself a more mature man."

"You're probably right." She seemed to be thinking about his suggestion. "Boys my own age always have seemed immature, here and in high school."

Trevor needed to find out if this was a possibility. Barely 30 years of age, he kept himself in good shape and did not feel old at all. But he realized what 30 might seem like to a 19 year old. "But, Sarah, what if you had a chance to date a grown up man? Although someone, say, as old as I am would seem pretty old to you, wouldn't it?" 

"Oh, no, not if he looked like you." Sarah blushed as she heard the words she had just said. 

Trevor laughed, to difuse the situation. "Don't be embarrased, Sarah, I'll take that as a compliment."

"Oh, I meant it as one." She gathered herself. "I mean, you don't seem old at all. Your classes are fun, interesting. And you must be athletic. You look like you could fit in as a student if you dressed as badly as they do." 

They both smiled at that comment, but Trevor was smiling for another reason. Maybe this little hottie was available. 

"I'll tell you what. If you're not busy tonight, why don't we have a little dinner together. You can tell me more about yourself, and maybe you can see if you might be interested in an older man."

Sarah's look was one of surprise. He didn't know what else she was thinking.

"Oh, I don't know. Dating a professor..."

"Don't think of it as a date. It's just dinner. Just an experiment. You're not dating me, you're just seeing what an older man might be like compared to what you're used to."

"Oh, I see. Well, I guess that would be all right." 

Was that a hint of disappointment he saw in her face when he said it wasn't a date? He hoped so.

"But still, it would be best not to tell your friends that we are going out."

"I understand," she said, not sure if she really understood. Was he asking her out on a date, or was it just as he said? 

The date - or non-date - was fabulous. Trevor took her to an elegant restaurant. They knew him well, and didn't question her age when he ordered for them both, including wine. And he made sure that she enjoyed as much wine as he could reasonably get her to drink. 

After two hours of intelligent conversation, great food, and a lot of wine, they were ready to leave. He drove them straight back to his place, which confused her.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

"The evening is not over," Trevor answered. "I have enjoyed our conversation too much to end it now. You are a very interesting woman."

Sarah's buzz made her feel especially excited at the compliment, as well as when this sophisticated man called her a woman. "Is this your apartment?"

"Yes, it is. I thought it would be the best place to continue our conversation. We have so much more to talk about. And you can see if this compares to where the boys live."

This made Sarah smile. Didn't he know that the boys lived in dorm rooms, or in frat houses? Oh, what horrible places she had seen. Messy, stinky places with pictures of nude girls and various illegal drugs. Trying to show their rebelliousness, she thought.

"Oh, wow!' she said, as they entered the apartment. It was more than she had imagined. It looked professionally decorated, and even put her parents' furnishings to shame. "This is no dorm room!"

He was getting wine for them as he asked her to sit on the couch. "Get comfortable." he said. "Take your shoes off."

She did as he said, and tucked her feet under her legs. She was feeling overwhelmed. The wine, the adult conversation, the royal treatment she had been getting all evening - it all made her head spin.

He sat beside her, handed her a glass of wine, and made a toast. He sat his glass down, but insisted she take another sip of hers. She held it while they talked, the conversation starting to turn towards boys and dating. Sarah did not think to object when his hand gently laid on her tucked leg.

Trevor had gradually been getting closer, more intimate, as they talked. Now he looked deeply and softly into Sarah's eyes. "I'd like to know how they treat you. For example, when they kiss you, do they kiss like this?"

He placed his hands softly along her jaw line, stroking just a little, and brought her head towards his. Their lips touched lightly, his head changed angles slightly, and then another kiss. This one was a bit longer before he broke it off. Then another one, his lips parted, his tongue coming out to brush against her lips. 

Sarah's lips parted as well, and she moaned a little before she could stop herself. As his tongue eased into her mouth, her own tongue rushed forward hard and battled with it. She pushed her mouth harder into his, and was lost for a moment in the emotion. Trevor finally pulled slowly away.

"Oh, my God!" Sarah blurted. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I didn't mean to..." She couldn't form her thoughts.

Trevor pulled her in closer. "It's okay. I enjoyed it. You are fantastic. I find that I am enchanted by you."

She looked at him questioningly, not even certain of what he had said. "What? I... I... That was really good," she finally managed.

He started kissing light pecks on the side of her neck and on her ear lobe. "You kiss very well," he told her.

"Oh, you... you." She sighed in surrender. "You do, too. That was amazing."

He raised her head in his hands, kissing her eyes and nose, and said, "There is so much more. You are too much woman to be going out with boys."

"Me?" she said. 

"Boys can't understand you. You are sensuous, romantic. You have so much to offer a man."

She felt her body slump as she listened to his compliments. No, boys didn't talk like this. Or act like this. She was overwhelmed. The alcohol, the compliments, the kissing - oh, the kissing! - the feeling that this sophisticated man wanted to be with her. He seemed to actually like talking to her. Touching her. Kissing her. Yes, kiss me more, she thought to herself.

As if on cue, Trevor's fingers traced their way up across her cheek, brushed her hair back, and held her face as his lips came towards hers. They met, and she was ready this time. Her lips were parted widely, waiting for his tongue. She was not disappointed. Mouths wide open, tongues thrashing about, they met in a hard, deep, passionate kiss that seemed to have no end. On and on it went until neither of them could breathe. When they parted they held each other tight, gasping for air.

Trevor's right hand stroked Sarah's arm, caressed her back, and finally slid lower to cup her perfectly formed ass. Sarah was turning to jelly as their lips began another heated, sensuous kiss. She felt his hand slide down her leg enough to get under the skirt she had worn for this evening, and urged it to hurry as it came back up to reclaim her ass. Only her panties were separating them. His hand slid over her panties, up and down, back and forth, and finally under the elastic band to firmly hold her bare cheek in his hand.

Sarah could tell she getting wet. She was, quite literally, hot all over, and especially between her legs. Their kissing continued, as well as her moaning, only getting worse as Trevor's lips moved down over her neck. Then over her collarbone. Then onto her upper chest. It kept going lower, slowly, and she finally realized that his left hand was unbuttoning her blouse to make was for his lips. Yes! She wanted him to hurry! She needed to feel his touch all over her body.

Finally his mouth brushed against her breast, just above the bra cup. Trevor pulled the cup away. It wasn't much. A light, sheer thing. Support wasn't needed for her small breasts. Small, yes, but very sensitive. "Never more sensitive than tonight!" she thought to herself as he exposed them briefly before his lips found her nipple.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned as she felt his hot lips on her bud. The electric shocks shot all through her body, especially to her pussy, and she had to part her legs to allow air down there. It was so hot and wet, she was sure.

Sarah was breathing hard, every other breathe a soft moan as Trevor played with her breast. He slid his tongue around her nipple, then over it, then rubbing it back and forth. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. He continued sucking, getting the whole breast into his mouth. Not that hard to do, considering the size of her breast, but a sensuous feeling for them both. He bit lightly on the nipple, now as hard as a rock, and sucked just it in and out between his teeth. The rough grating of his teeth on her nipple drove her insane.

Somehow her blouse had been taken off and her bra was hanging loose as Trevor attacked the second breast in much the same way. Sarah was pushing her chest at him, wanting everything he could give her, and she hardly gave it a thought when his hand slid between her legs from the front. Her body, on its own, pushed itself firmly into his hand, her pussy feeling relief and comfort in his grip.

Sarah was moaning almost non-stop now. She wasn't thinking, she couldn't think, she could only be grateful as she felt his hand inside her panties, and his finger reach down between the folds of her pussy. His finger at her hole, and rubbing against her clit, was such a thrilling feeling that... "Aaaaaaaaaaa." Sarah cried out as an orgasm suddenly erupted from deep within her. Where had that come from? Her body rocked hard into the palm of his hand as she came, her hands pulling Trevor's head into her chest. 

It took a long moment for her mind to regain its senses. She was hardly done climaxing before Trevor pulled her panties from underneath her and was again attacking her pussy. He pulled her forward a bit so it was easier to reach, and slid a finger into her soaked entrance. Her body reacted as he sunk his finger deep within her. Trevor thought that her vagina was pretty tight, but she was not a virgin. That was a relief.

He wiggled his finger around inside her, feeling the soft walls inside her, and also rubbed the palm of his hand against her clit. Still sucking on her tits and kissing her chest, he was nearly as excited as she was. He pushed a second finger into her channel, this one making a more difficult entrance than the first. He thought he felt a soft, squishy spot inside her, and as he explored that area, Sarah erupted into another orgasm, thrashing about on his fingers and hand. She was really gasping for air as her fingers reached for something to grab onto. She felt like she was floating, falling, while her body was wracked with her first multiple orgasm ever.

Trevor loved what he was able to do to this adorable creature. She was everything he had hoped for in a perfect example of a woman. But he was going crazy as well. He needed more, he needed relief, he needed to have more than his fingers inside her. Although he kept his fingers there, and he kept kissing her breasts and chest, he used one hand on his own pants. Somehow he managed to get them open, then rip them down, along with his underwear, so that his iron hard erection was finally free. Hardly had Sarah recovered from her second orgasm than Trevor pulled his fingers out of her and guided his stiff dick into her.

Sarah's eyes and mouth opened wide as she felt this new intrusion. She knew this was different. Of, course, it was his penis. "Oh, yes! My God, YES!" were the only words she could coherently think of. That was the biggest thing she had ever felt inside her. It pushed her vaginal walls out, her pussy seemed stretched to its limits, yet she only wanted more. Deeper than she could remember ever being penetrated, yet she rocked her hips harder and harder hoping to get reamed harder, wider, deeper.

He drove his dick repeatedly into her, sweat suddenly running down his body. All of the passion that had built up was now trying to be released. His body was trying to nail her to the couch, but her body was responding just as much. Her hips kept driving up to meet each thrust, so that together they let out a loud groan each time they banged into each other. 

Trevor's dick was now even bigger as it filled, getting ready for his much needed release. He reached a hand down between them to find her clit. Sarah groaned louder than ever as she felt him rubbing it. Both were nearing the end. "Oh, God, please! I have to cum!" was nearly the only thought either of them had.

Sarah screamed out in a long, agonizing wail as her third orgasm burst from deep within. Her legs were wrapped around Trevor, and she drew them tight, wanting to force his dick up inside her, all the way through her if possible. Trevor could hardly move now with her legs holding him so tight, but he pushed hard into her depths and held his throbbing erection deep. Her pussy walls throbbed in orgasm, and he finally released his load into her. He managed to pull out a little as she relaxed, and shoved back into her as his last shots were expelled.

They held like that for a long moment, frozen in time. unable to think. Finally the fog in their minds started to clear and they hugged. And kissed. And stroked each others' body, until Trevor's dick was soft enough that he had to pull out and clean up, before all of their cum soaked into the couch. He grabbed his shirt and cupped her pussy with it, wiping his dick with the end of it at the same time. After a little more hugging and kissing, they lay there, half dreaming, half asleep, saying nothing at all. Both were totally drained and totally satisfied.

Sarah's Seduction



This is for 'Daddy's Baby Girl'... she knows who she is...

*

Where do I begin? The obvious place would be the beginning, wouldn't it? Of course it would.

Sarah is my daughter. Her mother and I and I were pretty young when we married; we divorced when Sarah was six years old, and it's been a roller coaster ride ever since. 

Somehow, we managed to avoid a bitter custody battle. The decree states I see her once or twice a week, depending on schedules, every other weekend (not negotiable), two weeks (possibly four) in the summer, and we alternate holidays. The schools where my ex lives stink, so I've been footing a bill for tuition to a private school since she was twelve. 

Because of when her birthday is, Sarah was forced to sit out an extra year before finally starting school. Other contributing factors have conspired to ensure she is always the oldest student in her class. She turned eighteen three weeks ago, which makes it a little awkward for her that she's about to start her senior year in high school. 

Up until today, she lived with her mother. Late last week, or first part of this week, she and her mother both decided she'd be better off living with me. I'm not really sure what their reasoning is or was, and I don't guess it really matters. The important thing is, my baby girl is with me now.

This new, adventurous chapter in our relationship began with the task of finding a private school that would accept a later enrollment; the schools here suck, too. More than a dozen phone calls and a few favors later, I finally found a school that would accept her; the Julian Hills Girls School. After a little bit of research, I discovered they had a remarkable reputation. I also learned they kept a fairly low profile, most of their student body coming to them based on legacy or recommendations. Sarah would be in good hands there.

What about Sarah? Well, now. She's a handful. She's smart; wicked smart, in fact; straight A's in school and she's demonstrated her ability to talk her way out of just about anything, except with her mother and me. And she's beautiful; wavy brown hair that comes down to her shoulders, with just a bit of kink and curl to it, warm brown eyes you just want to fall into and a smile that just melts you, luscious lips begging to be kissed. And that's above the neck.

The rest of her is a five foot three bundle of sinful innocence on two feet. Sounds like a contradiction in terms, right? Well, Sarah is as sweet and innocent a girl I've ever known, not an impure thought to be found in her head. But, such as is so common to young teenage girls, she has a tight little hard body with beautiful, smooth legs that reach all the way up to her tight little curved ass, a trim waistline and elegant arms that as often as not she folds across her beautiful breasts. Sarah, my beautiful little girl has luscious breasts that would make any man drool; breasts that she often conceals with nothing more than a skimpy bikini top. 

The challenge is this; if I see my little girl for the sexy, hot little young lady she's become, you know every other man does, too. The difference between me and them, is I love her and they don't. They just want to fuck her, and I won't. 

She's my baby girl. My sweet, innocent Sarah.

My ex-wife thinks I have my work cut out for me. I disagree. I love my daughter. I've longed for the time when she wanted to come live with me, and it finally arrived, though I understand there was some drama leading up to the decision.

She and her mother got into a fight last week. Sarah maintains she's wanted to live with me for a while now. Regardless, her mother and I talked last weekend and came to an understanding. Sarah was going to pack her things and move in with me. So, here we are.

Right now, she's unpacking. I'd forgotten how many clothes a girl can have. I just don't see how...

"I need more closet space." Sarah turned and looked at me. "I don't have nearly enough room for all my clothes, Daddy."

"Well, start by packing down what you don't need based on the seasons, Sweetie," I said. "That's what your mother always did."

"I already do that, Daddy. These are just the clothes for the spring and early summer. I left most of the cold weather stuff at mom's."

"You have more clothes that we didn't bring?"

She nodded.

I inhaled and sighed. "Okay. For now, just, uh... unpack what you can and we'll figure something out tomorrow. In fact, it's getting kinda late. You should probably get ready for bed."

"But, Daddy, it's not even..."

"Don't argue," I said. "It's after eleven, getting close to midnight, and you're not going to sleep in all day tomorrow. We have a lot to do; we've got to get your school uniforms, you have to go to an orientation, we have to get your school supplies. After all, school starts next Monday."

Sarah scowled.

"I'm not happy about starting a new school, Daddy."

I nodded. "Okay. Well, pack everything back up, and we'll just take you back to your mother's in the morning."

Sarah's shoulders sagged.

"No, Daddy. I'll be fine."

I turned and went to my bedroom. If she did indeed have that big a wardrobe, maybe I would have to yield some of my closet space. I certainly had enough, between the closet in my bedroom and the closet in my at-home office. I stepped into my closet, flipped on the light and surveyed the available space. Yeah, I could afford Sarah some space in my closet. She'd just have to prioritize the clothes she wanted to wear, a task made easier by school uniforms.

I clicked off the light and headed for the living room. I made it just into the hall and froze outside Sarah's bedroom. I'd left the bedroom door open, and she had not closed it before starting to undress for bed. She stood there with her back to me wearing nothing but her bra and panties, thin white straps cutting across her upper back, a thin white band hugging her hips, sheer white cloth doing little to conceal her backside.

I watched as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Sarah leaned slightly forward, rolling her shoulders as the thin white straps slid from their perch. She lowered her arms and her bra slid down, dropping from her fingers to the floor. She started to turn to her left and my heart jumped into my throat. 

She'd see me watching her! How would I explain that?

But she stopped short, giving me an angled profile view, affording me a shallow glimpse of her ripe, young breast as she shoved fingers into the waistband of her skimpy panties, pushing them down from her hips. I watched as she bent over, pushing the flimsy garment down her legs, her ass thrust backward, her breasts swaying as she finished undressing. And then she stood naked.

When Sarah was little, her mother and I took turns washing her hair and giving her baths. Like a lot of kids, Sarah enjoyed bath time; she enjoyed playing in the water. The last time I'd seen her naked was years ago, when she was still but a child. 

Now, as I gazed upon her naked behind and the other delicious contours of her nude form, I admitted to myself that my little girl wasn't so little anymore; she was a beautiful young woman and... 

I felt a stirring in my groin as my cock began to harden. I throbbed as I watched Sarah lean forward, her ass pointing straight at me as she picked up a nightgown and pulled it overhead. I walked past her doorway to the living room as I'd originally intended to.

I picked up the magazine I'd started reading through the night before and tried to remember where I'd left off. I found the spot as I heard Sarah go into the bathroom and begin brushing her teeth.

A couple of minutes later, I saw her out of the corner of my eye as she walked into the living room. I looked up as she walked toward me. Her nightgown hung from her shoulders by narrow straps, dropping straight down her body and stopping just below her hips. Two sizeable mounds announced her breasts, punctuated by much smaller dots identifying her nipples.

Sarah walked up to my chair and leaned forward, folding her hands atop one another on the arm as she leaned toward me and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't help but look down the front of her gown; her breasts hung like succulent, ripe globes of flesh, begging to be suckled. Sarah pulled her lips from my cheek, seemingly oblivious to the fact she was exposing herself to me.

"Can I sit with you, Daddy? For just a few minutes? Please?"

What father can resist a request such as that from his little girl? I nodded as I put away my magazine and opened my arms to receive her. 

Sarah crawled into my lap. As she settled herself against me, one of the straps slid from her shoulder and her gown rode up; I found myself staring at her naked shoulder and the partially obscured top of her breast as my hand slid along her upper thigh and brushed her naked hip. Sarah sighed and relaxed against me; I was reminded of the revelation that I found my nubile young daughter attractive as my cock began getting hard again.

She tilted her head up and kissed me on the cheek again. I turned my head to her and found myself looking into her eyes. I kissed her quickly on the lips and hugged her tight as my cock surged. Would she feel it pressing up against her?

As I hugged her and pulled her against me, Sarah seemed to melt into me, and I found my hand higher on her hip as I caressed her, raising her gown, exposing more of her lower body. My hand disappeared under the edge of her nightgown as my fingers traveled up her skin and rested against her waist. I kissed the top of Sarah's head and plowed the fingers of my other hand into her hair, stroking her with love and affection. I pulled my fingers from her hair and gently massaged her neck; my other hand drifted back down to her hip.

"I... I took off my panties, Daddy. I don't like to wear them when I sleep. Is that okay?"

"Yes, sweetheart, that's fine." Daddy's cock is getting hard thinking about you being naked, but you're fine.

Sarah pushed away from me as she sat up, the other strap from her gown also down off of her shoulder. She kissed me on the cheek again and then suddenly threw her arms around my neck.

"Oh, Daddy! Tell me you still love me!"

"Of course, I love you, sweetheart. Daddy will always love you. How could you ever think otherwise?"

She sighed as she pushed herself back from me.

"I don't know, Daddy. I guess I'm just being silly." Sarah leaned her head against me again and kissed me, her lips landing on the edge of my jaw, upper lip on my cheek, lower lip landing just below the bone. 

I held her close, my hand rubbing at her arm. My fingers brushed across the lazy strap resting against her arm; Sarah's nightgown slid farther down her chest. Now I could see my little girl's cleavage. 

"We need to go put you to bed." I kissed Sarah on the forehead.

"Okay." Sarah slid off my lap and stood up. "Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Will you come tuck me in?"

"Sure, sweetheart." 

Sarah smiled and turned on her heels as I stood up. She practically bounded from the living room as I followed behind her. I couldn't take my eyes off her behind as it wiggled seductively under the short hem of her nightgown.

I followed Sarah into her bedroom and watched as she crawled onto her bed, going on all fours, nearly flashing me her behind, then rising on her knees, turning to face me.

"I love you, Daddy." Sarah hugged me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself against me.

"I love you, too, sweetie." I kissed the side of her head as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I ran my hands alternately up and down her back as I held her, and I felt the hem of her gown slip beneath my fingers. 

My hand brushed against her bare, naked bottom.

Sarah gasped and I felt my cock surge.

"Daddy..."

"Go ahead and lay down, sweetheart. Let me get you tucked in."

"Okay." Sarah pulled back and looked at me. She collapsed onto her bed and slid her legs under the sheets as her gown slid up her thighs, briefly exposing her pussy. 

My sweet little Sarah's pussy was nearly bald, adorned with but a scant strip of light, wispy brown hair.

I looked up. My eyes met Sarah's; she smiled weakly. She knew I'd been looking. 

Sarah slid down on the bed and rolled over towards me, her ass bare from her gown riding up. She looked up at me and smiled as she reached for the sheet. I grabbed it up and pulled it toward her, covering her up. 

Sarah dropped her head onto the pillow and smiled at me as I pulled the sheet a little higher.

"That's good, Daddy. Actually, could you pull it back down a little? Yeah. Right there."

I draped the sheet across her lower back and patted her gently. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Daddy." Sarah sighed and smiled.

I reached up and brushed her hair back, pushing it behind her ear and exposing her neck. I gently drew my finger down her neck along the raised ridges of her spine.

"That feels good, Daddy."

Emboldened, I brought my other hand across my body and rubbed at her shoulders. The straps of her gown lay loose against her shoulders. I swept them down her arms and pushed the upper edge of her gown down, exposing a little more of her back.

Sarah smiled. "Mmmm." 

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

"It does, Daddy." 

I rubbed her back gently for a few more minutes, and then my hands wandered back up to her neck. My fingers brushed against her skin, tracing a lazy path along the nape of her neck, up behind her ear. I leaned forward and kissed Sarah gently, first on the neck, and then just behind her ear, where my fingers had been moments before. Sarah sighed and writhed gently on the bed.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." I kissed her on the cheek.

"Mmmm. Goodnight, Daddy." Sarah raised up on an elbow and rolled over.

My eyes traveled down her body to the top edge of her nightgown, low enough to almost reveal her breast.

"Daddy?" Sarah grabbed at my hand with both hands.

"Yes, Sarah?"

"Am I still your baby girl?" Her fingers danced against my skin as she held onto my hand.

I pulled her hands to my chest as I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

"You are," I said. "You will always be my baby girl." I leaned back up and looked at her.

"Always? No matter what?"

"Always. No matter what."

Sarah's hands fell to her chest, pulling my hand with them. And then she pulled her hand away. My palm rested between her breasts on the edge of her nightgown; my fingertips rested on her naked skin.

"I need another goodnight kiss, Daddy."

My little girl looked up at me; so grown up, yet still my baby girl.

"Daddy's gonna give you one last kiss and then you need to go to sleep."

"One last kiss?" 

"For tonight, anyway," I said.

I leaned forward, brushing my hand across Sarah's breast as I moved to kiss her; she gasped. My lips landed on her upper lip and I clutched at her arm as Sarah panted, raspy, shallow breaths. Her hands pressed against me at first, and her lower lip closed on mine, but then, her arms softened and her fingers clawed at me gently. I pushed away from her ever so slightly and looked at her. 

My little girl's eyes danced across my face as she continued to breathe rapidly. I kissed her again, this time finding her lips puckered. And then her hand was at the back of my neck and her head tilted to the side as her mouth opened, and for the first time, my daughter and I kissed open-mouthed.

I touched her lip gently with my tongue. Sarah's mouth opened as she gasped again, and then I felt her tongue against my lips in response. Our kiss lasted a few seconds more, our tongue's touching briefly, and then we pulled apart.

I sat up as Sarah dropped her head back onto the pillow. My eyes wandered down her body; her nipples were hard little gum drops pressing against the cloth of her nightgown as her chest heaved.

"Goodnight, babygirl. I love you."

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you, too."

I got up and walked to her doorway, flipping off the light. I started to pull the door shut.

"Leave it open, Daddy. Please?"

"Okay, sweetie."

I turned out the rest of the lights and went to get ready for bed. With just a bedside lamp on in my bedroom, I took off all my clothes except for my boxers. My cock was still semi-hard, a fact that was impossible to conceal. I'd brush my teeth, turn out the lamp, crawl into bed, and Sarah would never know.

A couple of minutes later, the house was dark, surrendered to the night. I lay there in bed, sheets pulled up over my boxers, my mind awash in the events of the last hour.

I'd seen my little girl naked for the first time in years. And I was aroused by her. I'd kissed her. Really kissed her. And I'd all but touched her. And she was aroused, too.

I felt my cock getting hard again. I closed my eyes, wanting to find sleep, letting my hand drift down to my hardening penis. Everything would be alright. It was okay to be aroused by my daughter as long as I didn't act on it, right?

I heard a strange sound. Faint. Barely audible at all.

I sat up. Was it outside? Or no?

I couldn't be sure what it was or where it was coming from.

I slowly crawled out of bed and made my way to the doorway. I still couldn't tell.

I stepped out into the hall. I took a couple of steps. There it was again. And it was coming from Sarah's room. Surely she hadn't gone into deep enough sleep already to be having a bad dream.

I peered into the edge of her bedroom and my mouth fell open.

A small sliver of light cascaded in through the edge of her curtain; just enough to illuminate her and remove all doubt from exactly what was going on.

My little girl lay there, sheets tossed back, legs spread, one hand between her thighs, playing with herself. She'd pulled her nightgown down even further, and I could see her bare breasts heaving with each rapid breath she took. The sounds reaching my ears were from Sarah, the throes of her self-induced pleasure causing her to moan.

I watched as she tugged at a nipple and licked her lips. Beneath her waist, she slid a finger in and out of her young pussy, plying pressure to her clit with the heel of her hand.

I was rock hard, my cock straining to be free of my boxers.

At this point, it no longer mattered.

If she saw me, she'd be embarrassed beyond words or it wouldn't matter at all. I pushed my boxers down and stepped out of them. Wrong or not, I was turned on at the sight of my little girl masturbating, and I would not be able to rest until I'd satisfied my arousal one way or the other.

I began to stroke my cock.

"Unnn... ahhh... ahhh... oh, daddy... oh, daddy..."

I froze. Did Sarah share my incestuous desire?

"Ohhh... make me cum... make me cum, daddy..."

I began masturbating again as I watched my daughter pleasure herself. I could feel my balls getting hard, drawing up against me. I was breathing harder. My cock was a steel rod, oozing precum. 

"Ohhh... ohhh... ahhh..." Sarah began panting, one hand crushing a breast to her chest, the other hand intently at work between her legs.

Sarah gasped a series of short breaths and arched her back as she began cumming.

I felt myself beginning to cum. I grabbed my boxers and held them near the end of my cock. I stifled my groan as I began to cum, shooting semen in spurts, suddenly wishing I'd gone in to Sarah's room.

She'd had me leave the door open. She'd planned to masturbate. She'd wanted me to see her. She would've wanted me there, closer, wouldn't she? She'd said 'daddy' at least three times that I'd heard.

I looked into Sarah's room again. She'd rolled over, one leg under the covers, one leg not. Her nightgown still did not cover her chest; it couldn't possibly; the cloth was pooled around her waist.

I slowly backed away, returning to my room. I quietly found a pair of shorts and pulled them on, dropping my boxers into the bathroom hamper.




Sarah's Seduction



I crawled into bed and took a deep breath. My baby girl was home again.



Sarah's Seduction



Please leave constructive thoughts, suggestions, feedback!

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Hey. Thinking about you. Your dress looks amazing today. It's hot. xx

Sarah sighed with annoyance and put her mobile phone back into her bag. Dan had not stopped harassing her ever since he had gotten her phone number from the company records. 

He was a nice guy, quite handsome in a rugged, masculine way. He had a sharp jaw and wide shoulders that hinted at a sporty past. The first time they had met, Sarah blushed without realising and mumbled a greeting. That was where it had started, really. Dan saw her shyness and it had captivated him. He had to have her. To see Sarah's face and chest covered in thick ropes of his milky cum as she knelt before him was his newest goal in life.

After all, what was better than fucking a married woman?

For her part, Sarah stoically maintained she was not interested in Dan. She had a husband at home to think about. She was happy. Her husband was loving and caring and all she needed.

Fuck, Dan was hot though. Annoying and persistent, but hot.

Nope. It would not do to think about that.

Pushing her glasses up, Sarah leant back in her chair and stretched. Her dress rode up slightly, giving a view of her smooth, pale thighs. She had chosen to not wear tights today and it felt good. Her legs felt like silk, rubbing them together slightly was strangely erotic. As soon as she was home, she was going to fuck her husband. She was wet at the thought. 

What had gotten into her today?

Sarah was a typical, shy office woman. She came in each morning and left each evening, making pleasant small-talk with co-workers and completing her duties. She was the type who didn't make waves and didn't particularly want to. A natural introvert, social interaction was something Sarah wasn't particularly fond of. Something Dan knew and took full advantage of. Every interaction they had face to face ended with Sarah blushing furiously as Dan walked away laughing. She hated herself for watching him go. 

Standing just a little over 5", Sarah was a small, curvy woman. Her husband loved kissing her lightly on each ass cheek before grabbing her hips and sliding inside her lightly haired pussy. He particularly enjoyed reaching around and grabbing her pendulous breasts as he fucked her. 

Just where were these naughty thoughts coming from today?

It wasn't like Sarah was very experienced anyway. She had been with one man in her life and she had married him. Although there was a particularly adventurous episode at University, but nobody needed to know about that. Suffice it to say, she experimented and came away satisfied. 

She didn't need another man in her life. Her marriage was happy.

She had no desire to fuck another man. She had absolutely no desire to rub Dan's cum into her nipples as she licked the rest from her lips and look up into his face, breathless.

Nope. No desire for that. She was someone's wife.

Saw you stretching yesterday. It made me so hot. I wanted to run my hands up your legs. They looked amazing... xx

Sarah bit her lip and tried to feel annoyed. Dan shouldn't be saying these things to her. She was a married woman. She had to be faithful. 

It turned her on, though. Her pussy was wet inside her knickers. She desperately wanted to feel Dan spurting his hot thick cum into her tight pussy. The thought of him dribbling out of her slowly as she lay sweaty and exhausted was a huge turn on.

Trying to push the thoughts away, Sarah left her desk to use the photocopier. Situated at the back of the office, the printing room was relatively tucked away and quiet at this time of day. 

Slipping inside and shutting the door, the curly-haired brunette shut her eyes and exhaled slowly. She couldn't concentrate on her work at all. Saucy thoughts were so distracting.

"Hey, beautiful. Nice of you to join me in here."

The sound of Dan's voice was so surprising that Sarah let out a little yelp as her eyes flew open. How had she not seen him as soon as she had entered the room?

"H-hi, Dan. How are you?" Sarah tried in vain to stop her voice from shaking, she knew that Dan would pick up on it. Being with him in such a small room was doing all kinds of things to her. She was so nervous.

A cocky, smug smile spread across Dan's face. 

Crossing the room and pressing up against the breathless woman he whispered in her ear, "I know why you came in here. No need to pretend, Sarah. You want to fuck me. I know you do. I've seen the way you look at me. I can smell your pussy as I walk past your desk. You're wet now, I can smell you. You want this-" he grabbed her hand and placed on his crotch, "inside you. You want my cock sliding in and out of you, don't you? Filling your hot pussy with my thick cum. I like women playing with my cum. You're going to rub it on your face and tits before we're done."

As Dan finished his speech, all Sarah could do was moan low in her throat. She hated herself for it, but she wanted him. At one point, she was sure she was going to cum where she stood. This man was fucking hot. She was going to cave. 

"Dan, I-" Sarah began.

His interruption was swift and assertive, "shut the fuck up, slut. Meet me at a hotel in forty-five minutes. I'll text you the address. Now, walk out of here, grab your things and head to your car. I'll meet you at the room."

Room 16, end of the corridor. It's unlocked. Come in, strip, and get on the bed. xx

Just what the fuck am I doing? Sarah thought as she worked her way through the hotel. The entire world had sped up to an incomprehensible speed for her. She was about to cheat on her husband. She felt awful, but at the same time, Sarah wanted this. There was a deep, throbbing lust in her pussy. The pussy juice on her thighs created a delicious feeling as she walked. 

Standing outside of room sixteen, the brunette took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was plain. It could have been one of millions of hotel rooms in the world. There was no romance to the place. They were here to fuck, and then leave.

Dropping her bag and coat near the table and chairs that always seemed to be present in hotel rooms, Sarah began to undress.

Crossing her arms, Sarah grabbed her tight work top by the bottom and lifted it slowly over her head. The thoughts racing through the woman's mind were half telling her to go home and the other half telling her to hurry the fuck up, she needed cock.

Sarah yanked down her knickers. Kicking them off with one foot, she crossed the room and lay on the bed. She could not wait for Dan. Where the hell was he, anyway? 

One hand came up to her left nipple, tweaking it slightly as her right hand slid down her stomach and over her lightly fuzzed mound. Parting her lips slightly, the brunette began to rub her clit gently.

"Started without me, have you? No matter, I'm sure you've plenty left to give." Dan's voice was surprising and Sarah looked around in alarm. He had been stood in the shadows by the bathroom, fisting his cock. She supposed she hadn't seen him in her excited haze.

Crossing the room, Dan got up on the bed and parted Sarah's legs with his knee. There was no sensuality or romance to this. He was an animal as he grasped his thick, angry cock and slammed inside her up to the hilt.

Sarah screamed. It was so unexpected. 

So raw. 

So primal. 

So needed. 

Her scream quickly turned to breathless yelps as Dan's pace increased. Her co-worker was fucking her so fast the cheating wife could not react. Sarah simply laid there and took it. She felt like a slut. 

She supposed she was.

"Fuck me, Dan! I'm so wet. I feel like such a slut. Fucking use me. Fill me with cum. I want you to fill me. I'm going to scoop it out with my fingers and eat it. Then I'm going to rub it all over my tits. Do you like the thought of that? I need this. Fuck me. I'm your whore!" Sarah let herself go completely. It was so liberating. 

The rugged man grabbed hold of her hips and squeezed the flesh tightly. She was so good. This was a real woman, not some fucking stick figure he picked up at the end of the night in a club. 

This was a dirty, perverted cum slut. 

The trick was getting that side to come out of her.

They continued like that for a while, Sarah marvelling at how intense this was and Dan desperately trying to hold himself back from cumming. He wanted to. Badly. However, there was other fun to be had first. 

Sarah felt as if she was having one long orgasm. She had worked herself up into a frenzy and every thrust sent her careening through waves of pleasure. Every inch of her felt as if it were on fire and she clenched her knees against the sides of Dan as hard as she could in order to stop herself shaking. 

She couldn't do anything more than moan, let alone speak. Maybe he had actually fucked her brains out.

Stopping suddenly, Dan withdrew from Sarah with a wet sucking sound. He didn't speak, and instead turned her over and held her down by the shoulders. 

Looking down at her, Dan was satisfied. He slapped her ass cheek. Hard.

Sarah cried out in pain. It was so unexpected.

There wasn't much time to enjoy it as Dan was already back inside of her. He was using his weight to pin her flat to the bed as he fucked her mercilessly. He could feel the heat from her asshole on his groin and it spurred him on. 

By this point, both were covered in a sheen of sweat and their bodies were sliding together with a slapping sound. The smell of sex was thick in the air. This was dirty. 

This was amazing.

Sarah began to cum as she thrust her ass cheeks back against the cock inside her. It was so deep she felt as if she were impaled. The brunette struggled to breathe as she came, it was all too much.

At that moment, Dan felt his slut's pussy clench tightly around his cock, driving him over the edge.

He tensed hard and began to cum inside Sarah. Wave after wave filled her up. They both felt it begin to spill out of her pussy and cover her clit.

There was so much. Sarah was barely aware of the cum currently filling her pussy. She had been trying to get her breath back properly when Dan pulled out again. The wet pop of a cum-covered cock sliding out of her gained her attention. She turned over slowly and felt their mingled juices begin to change direction and trickle towards her asshole. 

Luckily, this was the favourite part for both of them.

Dan looked down at Sarah, who looked back up at him with a hungry look in her usually shy eyes. At that moment, both had forgotten about her being married and him being much younger than her.

"Clean me, slut. Lick my cum, and your pussy juice, off my cock." Dan laughed as he said it. He knew this was degrading for her. He wanted to humiliate her, and she wanted him to.

Leaning forward, Sarah placed her mouth near his cock. It was so big and ugly up close. It looked like it could cause damage. 

Dan grabbed the brunette by the hair and began to rub his cock over her lips and cheeks. He was asserting his dominance. This was him showing that he could do whatever dirty depraved thing he wanted.

Sarah loved every second of it.

Her face was now coated in a mixture of cum and pussy juice. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to swallow his prick. Sucking hard on the head, she savoured the taste. It was sweet and thick, something she could taste all day and not tire of.

Sliding her mouth down his shaft as far as she could, Sarah swirled her tongue around, eliciting a groan from above and the murmur of "good slut."

Dan's voice startled the cheating wife from her dick sucking trance, "now, slut, show me how filthy you are. There's plenty of my cum inside you. Put it to good use. Use your imagination."

Sarah giggled with the instruction. The usually shy wife had turned into a wanton slut all over a persistent douchebag she worked with.

Leaning backwards and looking Dan in the eye, she reached down with her right hand and scooped his cum from her pussy with her four fingers. It felt wet and dirty to be playing with. 

She loved it.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Dan? You want to see me rubbing your cum all over my tits like this? Do you like that? What if I rub it into my nipples? Ooh, that's warm, Dan! Watch me, watch me. Mmm, it tastes good, Dan. Do you like watching me eat your cum and my pussy juice? It tastes nice, do you want some? Lick it off my fingers, there you go. Good boy. It's only fair you should eat it as well. You naughty, dirty boy! Lick it all, Dan. Now, clean my pussy." 

She had no idea where that speech had come from but Sarah was glad she found the courage to say it. This afternoon had been so strange for her. She was doing things she never thought possible.

A small gasp escaped the cheating wife's lips as she felt Dan's tongue searching inside her pussy for that delicious prize he had been allowed to taste.

Maybe she could get her husband to try this as well. 

That was later, though. She would go home and try to live with herself after this was over. As for now, they had this room for the rest of the afternoon. 

The guilt could wait.



Sarah's Seduction Ch. 02



As they lay there, slowly coming out of their trance, Sarah felt Trevor's dick against her stomach. She reached down and held it in her hand. He had just recently had a tremendous explosion, but his dick still felt firm. Not hard, but not as soft as she had expected. She slid off the couch onto the floor, kneeling beside him, to get a closer look.

She squeezed his firmness, slid her fingers up the shaft, felt the soft, squishy head, then back down the shaft with her fingers wrapped firmly around it. She giggled softly as she felt it grow within her grasp.

"What's wrong?" Trevor asked, naturally awakened from his trance.

"Nothing at all, believe me," Sarah purred.

"Why the giggling?"

"Your penis is getting harder - and growing." She giggled again.

He smiled, amused. "With what you're doing it would have to."

"How big does this thing get?" she asked.

"I think you know that answer very intimately/"

Sarah giggled louder this time. "You have such a nice looking penis. But it keeps getting bigger!" She sounded surprised.

"Haven't you seen one before?" he asked.

"Well, of course! But never one as long as this one. Or as thick!" She continued to stroke his cock.

"And you have seen a lot of them, I suppose." he teased.

"Oh, no." she said a bit defensively. "Not many. And I've never really gotten a good look like this before."

Trevor closed his eyes and concentrated on the lovely hand rubbing up and down his cock. Heavenly.

Sarah looked up at him. "Do you mind me talking about... it? Is that strange?"

"I love it!" Trevor gasped, getting very turned on.

She felt a bit braver now. "Is it okay if I feel it?" she squeezed it firmly as she said this, getting a slight moan from Trevor that told her he liked it.

"And stroke it... like this?" she asked, continuing the up and down motion.

"Oh, yes," Trevor managed.

"Maybe play with it a little?" She traced her fingers around the shaft, then let it flop side to side in her hand, finally rubbing her fingers over the soft tip several times. Trevor only moaned.

"And should I be playing with these as well?" she asked as she lifted his balls with her other hand. She squeezed them between her fingers, letting them slip out the side and in between, but being gentle. Trevor groaned at the sensations he was feeling.

"I know these are supposed to be sensitive.Tell me if I hurt you."

Trevor had his head thrown back, reveling in the enjoyment. He could only say, "Uhh, good. It's good."

Sarah smiled. She hadn't done this before with anyone. She had touched a penis before, of course. And balls, too. But not like this. The boys she had been with just wanted in her, and when they had shot their load they were done. There had been little time for playing around. She liked this. 

She liked the pleasure she was giving Trevor, most of all. She could tell he was in heaven. But she also liked exploring this object, this pleasure-giving object. She loved the way her attentions controlled it. Just by stroking it she made it grow, she made it alive. And she loved teasing him, seeing his reactions to different things.

She was a little concerned. "Ah, is it all right if it, well, if it changes color?"

Trevor laughed. "It gets kind of purple when it's really excited."

"You must be getting excited!"

He looked down at it. It was even more exciting to see her hand on his cock, stroking it. Her dainty little hand on his rigid tool. And her head - her mouth - so close. "Oh, it will get darker than that." Then he just had to push it further. "You can lick it." God, he hoped she would.

She stopped stroking. "Lick it?" she asked. 

She was staring at his penis.Then she looked up at him. He just looked back at her, not knowing what to say. He hoped he hadn't pushed her too far, he didn't want to ruin this. But he really wanted to feel her mouth on his dick.

"You mean..." She leaned in and swiped her tongue across the head.

Trevor pushed all the air out his lungs as if he had been punched in the gut. "Aaaa, Yes, Slower."

She reached her tongue out again and slowly licked across his head. She looked up at his face and saw that he liked it. She licked again, this time going around the head, all around it and over it. He groaned. Then she licked down the shaft, mostly with the tip of her tongue, then with the flat of it. The more she licked the more he moaned, so she kept it up.

She stopped to laugh. "Your dick is throbbing. And your balls are moving all on their own."

"Oh, yes." he whispered.

She squeezed his balls some more, then placed her lips over the head of his cock.

"AAAAaaaaaaa!" Trevor moaned loudly.

Sarah smiled, taking her lips off his erection. But she didn't stop. She brought his dick over toward her mouth and let it slide in. Several inches went in, then back out. Trevor could hardly breath at this point, and Sarah knew it. She did it again, this time leaving it inside for a moment before bringing it back out. She repeated it again, now also squeezing the shaft and pulling up on it as far as her mouth was down. She pumped it three times before pulling her mouth off, and Trevor was moaning, thrashing his head to the side, hardly able to contain himself.

When she did this again, Trevor was able to say, "Suck it."

She thought she understood, She had never done this before, but naturally a lot her friends had, and they talked about it. So with her lips around his dick and several inches inside her mouth, she sucked on the shaft, then continued as she pulled her mouth off it.

"Ungh," Trevor moaned. "God. Good"

She did it again, and again, each time getting a good response. She included a little ball squeeze which always got a reaction, and she went deeper onto his shaft. When her mouth needed a rest she would pump the shaft harder, all the way up and down, until she was ready to suck it back in. She loved the way it felt. The power she was holding, the sheer sexiness of the act. She liked the way her tongue would push against the head of his cock, and she would let it rub it while she sucked.

He was right - it was turning a deeper purple. She saw while giving her mouth a rest that the head was really changing into a much darker color. She didn't take time to ask, as he said that it would happen. She supposed that was what he meant. She went right back to sucking, pumping, licking his head, and squeezing his balls. She was having fun!

"I'm going to shoot!" he suddenly yelled. She hadn't thought of that. She had been lost in her own pleasures and didn't realize he was so close to cumming. She was surprised, a little stunned, and very slow to react. She just kept up her pumping and sucking while she tried to sort out a coherent thought. 

Then WHAM! She felt his penis throb and explode, what must be his semen hitting the bak of her throat. Startled, she held still, not yet able to react. Another spurt struck her throat, and she started gagging as she was unable to breathe. She coughed up his semen as another load spurted into her throat. She finally withdrew her mouth from his dick, coughing and choking and trying to get her breath. Still, she managed to watch the rest of his eruptions, marveling at the little spurts of cum being pushed out of the end of his dick. She pumped his shaft a few more times, each bringing a little more cum oozing out the tip, until there seemed to be none left. Trevor shook a couple times, shoving his hips up, and she was able to slowly draw a little more cum out of him before he took her hand and moved it off his cock.

Sarah grabbed his shirt again and wiped off her face and mouth, trying to get his cum out of her mouth as well. Trevor was still incoherent, making only a few moaning sounds, when she started wiping him up as well. She could now stroke his dick a little, and marveled again at it, this time as it shrunk from the hard monster shaft it had been to a soft, more innocent looking penis.

"Oh, Baby, you liked that!" she stated.



Sarah's Seduction Ch. 02



The next morning, I woke up before Sarah. I leaned into her bedroom and gazed at her. She was still fast asleep in her bed, facing toward the wall, both bed covers and her nightgown down around her waist. I tiptoed into her room and walked over to her bed; I could clearly see the silhouette of her exposed breast.

I reached for the sheet and pulled it up almost to her shoulders, covering her enough so it would hopefully be less embarrassing for her when I woke her up. I looked at her as she lay there, still asleep, now covered, and I sighed. 

I'd forgotten how cute Sarah was when she slept; peaceful, restful. I'd missed out on seeing that daily for the last several years; now, I'd have a chance to make up for it.

I sat down on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair, pushing it back behind her ear. My sweet Sarah is so pretty.

I leaned down and kissed her temple, and then her cheek.

Sarah stirred, drawing in a sudden, deep breath, her eyes fluttering. Slowly, her eyes opened. She blinked a couple of times to focus and then she turned her head to look at me. Suddenly conscious of the fact she was practically naked, Sarah touched briefly at the sheet, and realizing she was covered up, she relaxed and rolled over.

"Good morning, Daddy."

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"I thought I was lying here..."

"I covered you up, sweetheart"

Sarah's eyes widened. And her mouth... was she smiling? Maybe a little?

"You... you saw me naked?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. I didn't tell her I'd seen her naked last night, or that I'd watched her masturbate, or that the thought of her naked and masturbating was making me hard again.

"You were rolled over against the wall." I rubbed her arm. "I saw your back."

"Mmmm. You could have rubbed my back to wake me up. I would have liked that."

"I'll bet. If I'd started rubbing your back to wake you up, you'd still be pretending to be asleep, just to keep me doing it."

"Not me, Daddy."

Her feigned innocence was clearly an act. We both knew I was right. Yet, it was cute. She was adorable, and she knew it. 

"Come on," I said, patting her arm and grabbing her hand. "Get up."

Sarah sat up in the bed, loosely holding the sheet as she did. She put her arms around my neck to hug me and it slid down below her breasts just enough to bring us into contact with one another. I found myself hugging my daughter, my hands caressing her bare back as her breasts pressed against me. 

I ran my hands up and down her back, making her purr.

"Mmmm. That feels really good, Daddy."

"I know, sweetie. You've always enjoyed it."

"Mmhmm." Sarah sighed and kissed me on the cheek as she leaned back.

I kissed her on the forehead and she smiled.

"Get up, get your shower and get dressed," I said. "We'll have breakfast and then we can get started on everything we need to do to get you ready for school."

It was nearly an hour and a half before we headed out the door. I'd made her change clothes twice.

"Wear something nice and respectable," I'd said when she came out in short shorts and a spaghetti strapped top that clung to her chest. 

Her second outfit was jeans that hugged her every contour and a quarter sleeve blouse that likewise hugged her chest.

Finally, after I'd pushed into her closet, we'd struck a compromise; a sun dress. The ruffled upper half hugged her chest but didn't reveal every outline beneath the cloth, and the skirt draped her lower body in a soft layer of cloth that at once concealed, yet displayed her legs in a most feminine way. 

I watched with great interest as Sarah slid into the car, the cloth riding up above her knee, revealing her shapely calf. And I suddenly realized the spaghetti strap top and quarter sleeve blouse hadn't been that bad choice wise; at least with them she'd been wearing a bra; leaning forward in her sun dress, I could easily see her cleavage.

As we drove to the school, she pulled the dress up to mid thigh, spreading her legs apart.

"I'm hot, Daddy," she said when I looked at her.

I nodded and we drove on. Air conditioning would take care of most of that in short order.

"So, your mother and I didn't get a chance to talk about this much. What sparked your sudden decision to come live with me?"

"I just decided I wanted to come live with you. That's all."

"Are you sure there isn't more to it than that?" I asked.

She shook her head. "There isn't."

"Did you leave a boyfriend behind?"

Sarah turned her head and looked at me. She shook her head again.

"If I meet someone I want to go out with, are you going to give me as hard a time about it as you did about what I decided to wear today?"

"It depends on the young man," I said. "If you're going to date, I want you to go out with someone that's going to love you and care about you."

"How will I know that without going out with them first? You know... to give them a chance?"

I nodded. She had a point.

"And what if it's a girl? What if I decide I want to go out with a girl?"

I looked over at her.

"Do you like girls instead of boys, sweetheart?"

She shook her head. "I like boys and girls, Daddy; girls a little more, because boys are usually always so rude."

"They can be like that," I said as we arrived at the school.

The entrance to the school was at once old but fresh. I knew the school had taught students for at least four generations, and many of the buildings on campus were at least thirty years old, but they were well maintained. The main building, specifically, had been renovated three years ago. The wood work still looked remarkably fresh, and the floor, polished marble tile, shone with a brilliance that matched the echoes of the woman walking towards us in high heels.

She was tall, close to my age, maybe a little older, and magnificent in every way. Red hair pulled back into a French braid, high cheek bones, stunning green eyes and a slender body contained by a pin-striped blue skirt suit with a white blouse. The gap between shoes and skirt was covered by blue hose that encased lovely calves. 

No, I told myself. Not hose. Stockings. A woman this elegant wore stockings. Of course, I had no way of knowing for sure. But I told myself a woman of her stature, her position, her beauty, surely must avail herself of the opportunity to wear lingerie that tested the limits of professionalism when possible.

"Hello," she said, offering me her hand and smiling warmly. "I am Ms. Brandt. I'm the head-mistress here at Julian Hills."

I introduced Sarah and myself.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Thomas. Ms. Delaney told me you'd be coming." She looked Sarah up and down with a discerning gaze, sizing her up, forming opinions. 

Finally, Ms. Brandt nodded, approvingly, holding her head high, so there was no mistake, so that we understood she was in charge.

"Right this way," she said, turning on her heel. "Ms. Delaney is our student affairs coordinator and one of the associate deans. Don't let the title fool you. She's indispensible to us here; especially to me. I don't know what I'd do without her. She'll take care of everything you need to get started here at Julian Hills."

My eyes traveled down to Ms. Brandt's ass as she stopped in front of a heavy oak door, turning the large ornate handle, her foot kicked out behind her as she stood poised to enter the office of her assistant. There was something ornately seductive about the shaded blue curves of her leg disappearing under her skirt, and I had to look up quickly as we walked into the office of the student affairs coordinator.

The ornate oak paneling motif continued, but instead of polished marble tile, lavish, elegant carpeting covered the floor, a sound dampening pad for the large antique desk a few feet away.

"Evelyn, I'd like you to meet Mr. Thomas and his daughter Sarah. Sarah will be attending classes with us this year. This is her first time here, so you'll need to give her and Mr. Thomas some extra attention." 

Evelyn Delaney stepped out from behind her desk. She was young; much younger than I would have expected. Rich honey blonde hair piled into a bun behind her head, sparse wisps of hair dangling deliberately from just above her temples; soft blue eyes, kind, yet calculating; a smile that was warm, yet testified to the fact that she was a woman not to be trifled with. A white ruffled blouse, a gray flecked skirt and heels; she was clearly professional, yet absolutely stunning in her appearance.

Ms. Delaney was clearly the subordinate of the two women, yet she had her own air of authority.

"Yes, Ma'am," she said, nodding to Ms. Brandt and shaking first my hand, then Sarah's.

"Won't you please sit down?" She gestured to the chairs in front of her desk as the headmistress left her office, then walked back around her desk and sat down.

"I see that you're already eighteen, Sarah?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Ms. Delaney smiled. "You'll be one of five in your class that are already of age. It's our expectation that you'll bring added maturity and balance to the mix."

We chatted for a few minutes as Ms. Delaney reviewed the forms I'd already filled out. She gave us a welcome packet that covered everything from attendance and grading policies to extracurricular activities and college prep recommendations. A few minutes into our discussion, another woman came in.

"Ms. Thomas, my name is Ms. Winchell. I'm the registrar here. I need you to come with me so we can schedule your classes." By comparison to Ms. Brandt and Ms. Delaney, Ms. Winchell was frumpy, dull brown hair pulled and pinned in a severe fashion, a librarian's horn-rimmed glasses on a string around her neck, a dull blue dress that clung irresolutely to her, and navy blue flats, scuffed on the toes and the insides of the heels.

Sarah looked at Ms. Winchell, then at Ms. Delaney, then at me.

"Well, don't just sit there, young lady," MS. Delaney said, popping her hand flatly against her desk. "Pop to it. Go with Ms. Winchell and get your classes."

Sarah took a deep breath with wide eyes and stood up, slowly following the overtly plain woman.

When the door had closed behind them, Ms. Delaney cleared her throat.

"Mr. Thomas, if you would, please, find the sheet that's next to the last on the right hand side of the folder and pull it out."

I dug through the sheets of paper and found the one in question. Or did I? I read over it quickly and thought to myself that it must surely be a joke.

"'Corporal punishment?' Seriously?"

"Oh, very much so, sir," she said, standing up and walking around to the front of her desk. "We take discipline very seriously here."

"Well, I'm sure that's all well and good, but..." My eyes were rapidly scanning the paper and now, they were looking at the legs, ankles up to just below the knee, of Ms. Delaney. Was she wearing hose? Or stockings? Whichever, her legs looked fantastic.

"Mr. Thomas." 

I looked up. A knowing smile. She'd seen me looking, hadn't she? I felt my face turn red.

"Many of the girls here arrive with many of the problems facing teenage girls these days hounding them. They all but beg for discipline. They want order. They want structure. We provide that. And when it breaks down, we restore it."

"With... spankings?" I looked up at her. Clearly, I wasn't the first parent to question this.

"Paddling, more specifically. 'Licks', I believe is the vernacular term."

"No. No. You are not going to paddle my daughter."

"Mr. Thomas, ..."

"She just came to live with me."

"Mr. Thomas, ..."

"She's eighteen years old."

"Mr. Thomas!" Ms. Delaney slammed her hand down flat on the desktop and leaned forward, bringing her face closer to mine. "This is only negotiable within the narrowest frame. It is one of the methods we employ. That is not negotiable. If you cannot be agreeable to it, then we must part ways, right here, right now."

"What do you mean, 'within the narrowest frame'?"

She crossed her legs and leaned back against the edge of the desk again as she pursed her lips.

"Some parents absolutely will not consent to the paddle or the strap under any circumstances. And we understand that."

"I've always felt that if you use an object, you're apt to lose control, you might actually inflict pain beyond what's needed for the discipline," I said.

Ms. Delaney nodded. "That's a commonly held feeling. It's one I cannot, that we cannot, fault. However, corporal punishment remains a pillar of our disciplinary policy."

"So..." If they were willing to fudge on the paddle, where was they're line drawn?

"If you will not consent to allowing us use of the paddle," Ms. Delaney said, "you must then commit to a more hands on approach."

Hands on?

"What do you mean?"

"If we administer the licks, we do so with a paddle." She recrossed her legs again. "If you're predisposed against that method, then you must commit to supporting our policy by declaring your willingness to administer the punishment yourself. Here. On school grounds."

I sat there looking at her as her words soaked in.

"Read the paper."

My eyes dropped to the paper and I finished reading it rapidly. Their bottom line last resort was my willingness to spank my own daughter depending on disciplinary decisions handed down by the faculty and staff of the school.

I took a deep breath and sat back, mulling it.

"Of course, you need to understand. With most girls, we only need to do it once. The shame and embarrassment usually has the intended effect of correcting their behavior. And it's a ground level punishment. Not where we start, of course, but a lot of offenses that could progress to worse things usually come to a complete halt rather quickly."

"Where would I... I mean, if... if Sarah did something, and you decided she needed a spanking, where would I..."

"On her behind, of course," Ms. Delaney said, smiling.

I shook my head. "No, that's not what I meant."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Here. In my office."

"Here. In your office?"

She nodded. "In private. And I'd be here as a witness. To ensure the punishment was administered."

"I see."

"Mr. Thomas, you said a few minutes ago that Sarah just came to live with you."

I nodded.

"How long have you lived apart? If I may ask..."

"Most of the last twelve years, except for visitations and such."

"Hmmm. I see." Ms. Delany shifted against her desk and looked out the window. "In that time, the last twelve years, have you spanked Sarah? Ever?"

"No."

"Not even once?"

"No."

She looked back at me.

"Speaking from... personal experience, I can tell you that as much as it might pain the both of you initially, it can be bonding for a parent to spank their child. The child knows their misdeeds have a consequence; they know that their parent cares; when you use your bare hand, as you apparently would be want to do, you share the pain of the punishment. And most importantly, afterward, you have an unequaled opportunity for reconciliation; the hand that inflicted pain and discipline can provide comfort and consolation, love and healing. It could bring the two of you much closer together.

"It's something to think about. But you need to decide quickly, because it can be a deal breaker. If you will not consent to the policy in any way, then she cannot attend school here."

I sighed. Part of me really wished I'd known about this going in. I signed the form. Sarah and I would discuss it; I knew she wouldn't be happy.

We wrapped up the last of the paperwork as Sarah walked back in with her schedule. The look on her face told me she was already well aware this was nothing like any other school she'd gone to before.

As we started to leave, Ms. Delaney came around the desk and shook my hand. Her grip was warm and fulfilling. I thought she was going to shake Sarah's hand, too, but I missed that call by a mile. 

She hugged Sarah, kissed her on the cheek and welcomed her to Julian Hills. I had flashbacks to my days in college; this seemed oddly reminiscent of a senior sorority sister welcoming in a new pledge.

We left the school with Ms. Delaney bidding us farewell from the front steps. 

Next stop, the school uniform shop.

Actually, the whole school uniform thing, for Julian Hills, anyway, has to be a racket. I say that, because it wasn't just skirts, blouses, sweaters and knee socks. It was shorts and t-shirts for gym class, Sarah's choice from seven different gym shoes, all of like colors, in hopes that the girls would all be somewhat similar. And lingerie requirements.

That's right. I said lingerie.

Reasoning for that became immediately understandable when she was trying on blouses and skirts. The blouses were sinfully thin; had Sarah been wearing a bra, I could have read the label to you through the cloth. But she wasn't wearing a bra; the sundress kind of precluded it, and as a result, it was like I was looking at my daughter trying on a slinky nightgown that she might have wanted to wear on her honeymoon; her breasts filled the cloth, nipples tenting against it as she buttoned it up and tucked it into the almost obscenely short skirt.

"What do you think, Daddy?" Sarah turned to face me.

She was standing less than five feet away, not a detail of her upper body concealed from my eyes.

"Great, sweetie." I shifted in my seat trying to ease my suddenly developing erection. "Let's wrap up here and get the rest of the items to go with the outfit."

One of the required purchases was the camisole; nothing super frilly or flamboyant; just an opaque, if not silky soft, layer to conceal that which the bra, if worn, was lifting and separating. The school had a recommendation for panties, too, and as short as the skirts were, I could see their recommendation being a valuable addition to the wardrobe.

By late afternoon, we were done shopping and headed home. Sarah had a good bit of unpacking still to do, and now she had some washing and ironing to add to it.

I helped her carry in the bags and Sarah traipsed off to her room, hands full.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, went back to the living room and dropped down into my chair, flipping through the mail.

"Daddy?" Sarah walked into the living room. She'd untied her sundress and held it up against her chest, covering herself. "Can I try on my uniform? I mean, now that we have everything?"

"Sure, sweetie."

"Want to see me once I'm dressed up in it?"

I nodded.

"Okay, Daddy." 

She spun on her heels and dropped her hands to her side. Suddenly, Sarah was naked from the waist up. And as she walked back out of the living room, she pushed the dress from her hips. My last glimpse of her was her sundress nearly down to her knees, panty clad ass shaking with each step she took.

I took a deep breath. She'll be fully clothed when she comes back in here, I told myself. It'll all be good.

I walked out onto the patio and stretched. I was kind of surprised, actually, that Sarah hadn't clamored to jump into the pool yet. It wasn't a big pool, by any means, just big enough to swim and play around in, to relax and cool off. My favorite part was the hot tub. It was still a bit on the warm side for the hot tub, but that would change in the next few weeks.

I turned and walked back into the house, leaving the curtains open. Sunlight flooded the living room, casting sudden shadows and highlighting Sarah when she walked back into the room.

I stopped and did a double take, then slowly found my way back to my chair, feeling for it as I kept my eyes on the scandalous vision before me.

Saddle shoes, white knee socks that could have been stockings if they were but a few inches higher, a blue plaid skirt that was heart-stopping short, white blouse and a matching blue sweater with the school crest sitting atop her left breast.

"What do you think, Daddy? Do I look good in it?" She stood in semi-side profile, one leg angled away, the other cocked and turned toward me, showcasing her aptly named knee sock clinging to her leg.




Sarah's Seduction Ch. 02



I nodded. The blue was a good touch. It toned down the images suddenly running through my mind. Fortunately, Sarah's hair was neither in a ponytail nor pigtails, and just as well, her blouse was tucked in rather than tied bare midriff as a make-shift halter top. Something about the skirt, though. It looked a little shorter than I remembered.

Sarah shrugged out of the sweater and tossed it onto the chair behind her. No doubt about it; whether here at home, there in the store, and no doubt at the school as well, the blouse was sheer like gauze. Even with the camisole on, I could see her nipples standing up against the cloth.

"These shoes aren't comfortable at all," she said. Sarah sat on the edge of the chair behind her after moving her sweater. 

The skirt was immediately too short, almost completely baring her hip. I watched as she untied and kicked off her new shoes. And then my heart skipped a beat as she began rolling her knee socks down her legs.

She spread her legs apart, and as short as the skirt was, I suddenly had an unobstructed view of her panty-clad pussy. She reached her calf with the first knee sock and pulled her foot up, planting her heel against the edge of the chair. Now, her panties weren't even hiding in the shadows. Her underwear was filmy thin, and I swear I could see the outline of her lips peeking through the cloth. 

Butterflies flitted in my stomach as I watched her remove the other sock.

"I'll be back in a minute, Daddy," she said.

She stood up, turned away from me ever so slightly and bent over to pick up her shoes. Her skirt rose up and I was looking squarely at her behind. Every detail of my little girl's beautiful behind was all but laid bare.

"Sarah, ..."

I watched her bound down the hall toward her room.

"Yes, Daddy?" Sarah walked back into the living room unbuttoning her blouse.

"Come here, sweetie. That skirt looks awfully short."

Sarah walked over to me as she finished with the buttons and shrugged her blouse from her shoulders.

"I... I rolled it, Daddy."

I immediately saw what she'd done. With it zipped up, she'd taken the waist band and rolled it once completely over, effectively shortening the skirt by nearly three inches or so. It was short enough to begin with; it didn't need help.

"Sweetheart, unroll it. That makes it too short."

"But, Daddy... it isn't too short. See?"

Sarah turned away from me and bent forward. She practically thrust her ass at me trying errantly to show me I was wrong. How I hadn't noticed her panties being so thin in every respect is beyond me, but they were. Translucent when dry was undoubtedly transparent when wet; that's the best way I can describe the panties my daughter was wearing. My cock began getting hard again.

I reached forward and put my hand squarely on her behind, my fingers reaching just above the waistband. Sarah gasped.

"Feel my hand, Baby Girl?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm touching what I can see. If you bend over like this at school, everyone will see your panties. And as thin as your panties are, they'll see all of you, as well."

Sarah remained bent over and I gave her a soft swat on the behind. She straightened up and turned around.

"So, no arguing, young lady, unroll the skirt. It's short enough as it is. And wear some different underwear. I don't want everyone to see your..."

"What, Daddy? You don't want everyone to see my pussy?" Sarah raised the hem of her skirt.

I could see her pussy plainly through the thin fabric of her panties, and now I was hard. 

"No. And don't talk like that. It's not ladylike."

"But, Daddy..."

"I'm not going to argue with you about this, Sarah. With that sheer blouse, your panties..."

"But, Daddy, you can't even see my breasts with this camisole on."

I watched as she unrolled the skirt and began unzipping it, and I reached out and cupped her breast in my hand, rubbing across her nipple with my thumb.

"It's easy to see them, even through the cloth," I said as she gasped.

"You have to think about the way you dress, whether it's for school and or when you go out in public. Daddy loves you, but people will stare at you and might get the wrong idea about you if you dress..."

I paused. Did I really want to use that word with Sarah? 

"Like a slut, Daddy?"

I looked up at Sarah's face. A shadow of a smile, fading away, as she finished unzipping and began pushing her skirt down. I watched as the skirt fell from her hips and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Sarah, I..."

"That's the word mom used. She said I dressed like a little slut." There was hurt and the fear of rejection on her face.

"Come here, baby girl." I held my arms open and Sarah crawled into my lap.

"Don't you think I'm pretty, Daddy?" she asked as put her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder.

I kissed her on the forehead and hugged her. "Sweetheart, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Sarah raised her head and smiled.

"Really, Daddy?"

I nodded. "And I know you like to dress in such a way that lets you show off a little. You just have to be careful how much you show and think about the fact that how you dress may form the only opinion people have about you.

"This school you're going to has some very strict rules and guidelines that you're going to have to follow. They're very serious about you obeying them. One of the forms of punishment they use is spanking."

Sarah's mouth dropped open and she slid out of my lap. She bent over to pick up her skirt; her camisole fit just loose enough for me to see the valley between her breasts. Between the thinness of her panties and the looseness of her camisole, she hid nothing from my prying eyes.

"They can't... I mean, you're not going to let them paddle me, are you, Daddy?"

"No, sweetheart. But I did have to strike a bargain with them."

"What kind of... bargain?"

"If you do something that they feel warrants a spanking, I'll have to come to the school and give it to you."

Sarah snickered. Then she giggled out loud.

"Right. You're going to spank me." She tossed the skirt and blouse to the side and stood hands on her hips, weighing defiance. Her nipples pointed straight at me through the thin cloth covering her chest, and... was there a wet spot in the crotch of her panties? "You've never spanked me. Ever."

"I have, too. You probably don't remember it, though It's been a while. The last time was when your mother and I were still together."

"Well, you're not going to start doing it now. They'll just have to find something else."

Sarah started to turn away from me. I reached up and grabbed her hand.

"Sweetheart, there is no other alternative. If we don't consent to their policies, you can't go to school there. Period."

Sarah looked at me. She could see that I wasn't playing.

"But you love me, Daddy."

"I do, sweetheart. I do love you."

Reassurance. I could see it in her eyes. She thought I was bluffing.

"You won't spank me."

"I will if I need to."

"No you won't."

I nodded. "Yes, I will. Do I need to demonstrate?"

"What? You can't be serious."

"Do you want it standing up, or do you want me to take you over my knee?"

"You're actually going to spank me?" A look of sudden concern, combined with shock at the realization that I was not bluffing.

I sat back down, pulling Sarah to me. She stutter stepped, not at all sure what was about to happen.

"Please, Daddy..."

She resisted as I pulled her toward me. I'd thought to take her over my knee. The standing option was starting to look like a more realistic approach. Still pulling on her wrist, I reached up and smacked her behind with my free hand.

Sarah's eyes went wide and her mouth came open at the sensation of my hand making contact with her behind. Now she knew I was serious. I swatted her behind again and all resistance left her arm. She stutter stepped forward, her lower lip suddenly trembling. My erection began to subside, as though a balloon had been popped. The last thing I wanted to do was damage the fragile connection I had with my daughter.

"Sweetheart, ..."

"I know, Daddy. You love me."

Sarah blinked rapidly, batting away a tear trying to escape as I resisted the urge to swat her bottom again. She took another half step forward, coming closer to me. Her pained expression had to be more from shock than actual pain, because I hadn't spanked her that hard. 

"Come here, baby girl," I said, touching the back of her thigh. "Come to Daddy."

Sarah took the final step, bringing herself in front of me. She stepped in between my legs as I looked up at her. There was something in her eyes; something I couldn't quite make out. My eyes traveled down her body. Her nipples stood against the camisole like blunted spear points; straining to poke through, unable to do so only because they weren't sharp enough. 

Sarah pulled free from my hand and put her arms around my neck and hugged me, pulling herself against me, burying my face in between her breasts.

I touched her other leg gently with my fingers and Sarah inhaled sharply as I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, brushing against her ass. 

For the briefest of moments, I squeezed her behind and she dug her fingers into my shoulders. Sarah was so warm and firm and soft. I moved my hands up along her skin, my fingers sliding up under the edge of her camisole. I turned my head to the side as I hugged Sarah to me. I could hear her heart beating.

"I love you, Baby Girl."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

Sarah kissed me on the top of the head and took a short step back.

"You're not done spanking me, are you, Daddy?" 

She bit her lip as she looked down at me. And her eyes... I wouldn't say they were glistening, so much as there was a spark there. Innocent, vulnerable... hopeful...

"No, baby, not yet." 

Sarah turned sideways, nearly brushing my face with her breast, and then, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and began pushing them down, stopping when they were at mid-thigh.

Sarah sighed and grabbed at my shoulder as I pushed her underwear the rest of the way down her legs, and then, she stepped out of them. I touched the back of Sarah's leg, pulling her to me, and this time, she was compliant, allowing me to drape her over my knee as my cock began to get hard again.

I brought my hand down on her bottom sharply. 

Smack!

Sarah jumped in my lap and wrapped an arm around my leg.

"Ohhh!"

I swatted her again. And again. And again.

"Ohhh... The other side, Daddy. Swat me on the other side."

I did as she asked and then I looked at her. I could see her bottom getting red.

Sarah wriggled on my lap, moving her arm to better hold on to me.

"More, Daddy. Spank me some more."

"You want me to spank you some more?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please. You're not hurting me."

I couldn't believe it. At first, she didn't want me to spank her at all. Now, naked from the waist down, she was asking for it.

I swatted her again, three more times. And she whimpered.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

Sarah nodded. Short, sharp nods of her head.

My cock was hard enough that sitting was becoming uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to get comfortable. Sarah lost her balance in my lap and slid to the floor, catching herself. 

She looked up at me, slowly moving a hand down between her legs, but not to cover herself. I knelt down beside her, running a hand gently down her back and kissing her forehead as I reached down and took hold of her hand, pulling it from between her legs. 

Her fingers were wet. 

Sarah's eyes bore a look of dread for having been found out. She was aroused. The spanking was not serving as the intended deterrent to bad behavior as much as it was clearly serving to stoke a swelling of pleasure within her.

"Does Daddy need to spank you some more, sweetheart?" I hoped she'd nod her head yes.

She did. Timidly. Hopefully.

"Lean against me and hold on to Daddy's arm."

Sarah looked at me for a minute, somehow not quite sure what I was asking her to do, but she leaned into me and grabbed my arm as I gently placed my hand on her belly and stroked her and caressed her, supporting her with my arm.

"Are you okay, Baby Girl?"

Sarah nodded. And I felt her move her hand down past my arm, back down between her legs.

I began swatting her again, and Sarah began clutching at my arm and panting almost immediately. I smacked her on the left and then on the right, and as I developed a rhythm, I felt her arm moving against mine as she pleasured herself.

And then her hand grabbed at mine, and Sarah pulled my hand between her legs, pushing me into contact with her sodden, swollen pussy. Her fingers lay atop mine as she pushed one of my fingers in between her wet, puffed lips, and she gasped. 

"You're wet, Baby Girl." I slid my finger in and out of her cunt.

"Mmmm... I am, Daddy. Mmmm..."

"Is it making you wet for Daddy to spank you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

My cock was now rock hard, urgent and uncomfortable, becoming increasingly desperate for relief. 

I swatted her behind with my finger inside her and watched as her suddenly free hand pushed her camisole up, exposing her breast.

"Oh!" Sarah panted as her fingers dug into my arm.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yes, Daddy. Ohhh... do it again, Daddy, do it again."

I swatted her behind again, and again, Sarah panted and moaned and pinched her nipple, twisting it.

"Again, Daddy. Spank me again."

It took a few swats, but I found a balance between stroking Sarah's pussy and swatting her behind, and in short order, I was swatting her, finger fucking her, and she was moaning, soaking my hand with her pussy juice and coming ever closer to an orgasm.  

"Oh, Daddy... it feels so good... spank me... fuck my pussy, Daddy... ohhh... you're gonna... you're gonna make me cum, Daddy... do you wanna make me cum, Daddy?"

We say a lot of things we might shouldn't when we're excited.

"Yes, Baby Girl. Cum for Daddy." Daddy wants to cum, too.

"Ohhh... Daddy... ohhh..."

Sarah's body tensed and I could feel her pushing against me, her pussy suddenly clenching against my hand. Her breathing was ragged and irregular, and with motion indicating she was struggling to move, Sarah reached for me, turning loose of my arm and pulling herself to me with one hand while the other hand dropped down to hold mine between her thighs.

Her head rested against my shoulder as she struggled to regain her breath. I kissed the top of her head; she kissed my neck. Her lips lingered against me and I could feel her breath, hot against my skin.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, Baby Girl."

Sarah let go of my hand, and a moment later, I was pulling her into my arms as she struggled to stand up. My hand was wet against her skin, but I don't think either of us cared. She managed to climb into my lap and collapsed against me, still breathing hard, and I felt her lips soft against my cheek as she kissed me.

I looked down at her and saw that her expression was one of sudden uncertainty as she began to think about what had just happened. If you'd asked earlier, I don't think either of us would've admitted to the desire we'd just entertained. We'd crossed a line, and now we had to work our way carefully past it.

"I'm gonna go hang up my clothes and clean my room, Daddy." 

"Okay, sweetheart."

Sarah slid off my lap and bent over to pick up her camisole, and my eyes went wide as she bent over, not because of how sexy she looked, but how red her behind was.

"Come here, sweetie," I said, reaching for and grabbing her by the hips.

"What is it, Daddy?"

I rubbed my hand across her bottom.

"Does it hurt, Baby Girl? It's awfully red."

"No, Daddy. It doesn't hurt. It feels a little warm, but it doesn't hurt."

I continued to rub her bottom.

"That feels good, Daddy..."

I leaned forward, sliding a hand between her thighs as I kissed her bottom, once on each cheek.

"... but I should go hang up my clothes before they get wrinkled."

Sarah looked over her shoulder at me, still aroused, but now conscious of what she was doing, and suddenly self-conscious.

I pulled my hand from between her legs and patted her on the behind.

"Go clean your room, Baby Girl."

"Okay, Daddy."

I sat there and watched as Sarah gathered up her clothes and headed off to her bedroom, her cute bottom wiggling with each step that she took. 

I sat back in my chair and took a deep breath. And then I noticed she'd missed her sweater. I picked it up to take it to her.

"Sarah, ..." I held her sweater in front of me as I headed to her room.

"Yes, Daddy?" She stepped out into the hallway so suddenly that we almost ran into each other.

Sarah was completely naked. 

She'd taken off her camisole, and as we stopped suddenly to avoid bumping into one another, her breasts shook and we grabbed each other's hand.

"You, uh..." You're standing in front of me completely naked and I can't take my eyes off of your beautiful young body. "You left your sweater in the living room." My cock throbbed again.

"Sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to." Sarah bit her lip, slowly pulled her hand away and took the sweater from me, her eyes never leaving mine.

"I know, sweetie. You had your hands full." 

I watched Sarah slowly turn away from me and walk back into her room. I took a couple of steps forward and looked in after her. Now, I was actually headed to my bedroom. I was going to close the door, close my eyes and give myself some urgently needed relief while I imagined my daughter standing naked in front of me.

Sarah was bent over at the waist picking up a hanger from her bed, her cute, curvy butt pointed right at me, her still swollen pussy just visible as a shadow between her legs. Just as I was beginning to debate whether to walk in behind her or not, she turned around and looked straight at me.

Sarah just smiled and went about what she was doing and I felt my face immediately turn red. I turned away from her room and was just at my doorway when she stopped me.

"Daddy?"

I turned around. Sarah stood in the hall, one hand on the door frame, the other pressed against her belly. She was still naked, and my eyes rapidly travelled up and down her body. 

Her pussy lips were indeed still swollen, red and glistening, and I watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.

"Yes, Baby Girl?" I took a couple of steps toward her, and she stepped away from her bedroom doorway, meeting me.

She looked at me with her soft, warm brown eyes, licking her lips as she reached for me with unsure hands, grabbing at my shirt, and stepping a little closer, seemingly uncertain as to whether or not to hug me.

"I'll be good. You won't have to come spank me at school."

"Sweetheart, ..." I sighed as I pulled Sarah to me in an embrace, and I felt her arms go around me. I kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tight. "I know you'll be good. You've always been a good girl."

Sarah pushed back just enough to lean up and kiss me, her lips planting quickly on my lips.

"I know, Daddy, but I wanted to tell you that anyway." Her eyes danced as she looked up at me. "It's just that..." Sarah bit her lips as she took a deep breath and held it, her breasts rising against my chest.

"What, sweetie?" I asked.

"It... it would be really embarrassing if you spanked me at school."

"I don't want to spank you again, sweetie, and as long as you behave, ..."

"I don't mind if you spank me at home, Daddy." Sarah's breathing was getting a little more rapid. "Just promise me you won't do it at school."

I pulled Sarah against me again. Did she really want me to spank her again? My cock throbbed at the idea that my little girl might want me to give her pleasure again.

"Behave yourself at school, sweetie, and I won't have to."




Sarah's Seduction Ch. 02



Sarah sighed and clung to me, understanding that I couldn't necessarily make such a promise to her.

She squeezed me tightly in her arms, and as I felt her pressing herself firmly against me, I wished I had my shirt off so I could feel her breasts pressing against me and I realized with sudden anxiety that she could feel my erection pressing into her.

Almost as though to confirm my thought, Sarah's arms relaxed and she took a short step back, pulling a hand from my hip. Her eyes widened and she reached for me, grabbing at my erection.

"Daddy, ..." Her fingers closed around the bulge in my shorts.

Sarah looked up at me.

"Daddy, you're... you're hard."

"I am, sweetie."

She continued to hang on to me with her other hand as she maintained her grasp on my cock.

"Is it... Are you hard because of me?"

I nodded.

"That's why I was telling you earlier to be careful how you dress in your school uniform, sweetie. You're a beautiful young woman, and depending on how you dress yourself..." 

My eyes wandered up and down, taking all of her in.

"Do I turn you on, Daddy?"

I couldn't deny it. I nodded.

Sarah giggled and kissed me, her lips quickly brushing against mine.

"I'm a hottie? Really?"

"Well, ..."

I looked down at where her hand was still groping me. I watched as her hand slid raggedly up and down the cloth covered shaft of my penis, squeezing it, feeling its girth.

"You're really hard, Daddy."

"I know, Baby Girl."

Sarah bit her lip, looking at my crotch and then up at me as she lowered her other hand to my hip.

"Can I see you, Daddy? I want to see what you look like after I've made you hard."

"Sweetheart, ..." 

"Please, Daddy?"

How are you supposed to say 'no' to such big brown eyes and such a darling and seductive pouty smile?

I reached for the zipper and Sarah let go, taking a couple of steps back, and as I pulled my zipper down, she reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards her.

"Come in here, Daddy, where it's light and I can see."

I followed Sarah into her bedroom, stopping when she spun around and sat down on her bed. I finished unzipping my shorts and pushed them down; Sarah reached forward, tugging them to the floor along with my boxers.

I stepped out of my shorts and looked down at Sarah. She sat there, naked, looking at my cock as it throbbed, bobbing up and down. Her breasts swayed side to side as she shifted her body back to watch me. My cock seemed to follow her every move, oozing at the tip with the arousal she'd triggered.

"Ohhh, Daddy... you're so hard. Can I touch it?"

I nodded and Sarah reached up, brushing the head and then the shaft with just her fingertips, then cupping my balls, and finally wrapping her hand around the shaft and stroking me.

"It's so hard and so big, Daddy. And you're hard because of me?"

I nodded and Sarah giggled.

"I like it, Daddy. It's cute." Sarah leaned forward and kissed the head of my penis and stroked her hand up and down the length of my shaft.

I closed my eyes and moaned softly. "Mmmm."

"Are you okay, Daddy?" 

I opened my eyes and looked down at Sarah as she stopped stroking my cock.

"Daddy needs to cum, sweetie. You got me all excited and turned on."

"Can I watch, Daddy? Can I watch you cum?"

"You want to? You want to watch Daddy cum?"

Sarah nodded and leaned back, and when I began to stroke my cock, she smiled.

I spread my feet apart a little to steady myself as my hand pumped by cock. My balls were tight and getting tighter. I wouldn't last long. I was going to cum and cum hard.

"Daddy, are you okay?"

I looked down into Sarah's eyes and nodded.

"Daddy's getting close to cumming, Baby Girl."

"I'm ready, Daddy. I'm ready to see you cum."

I sighed as I continued to stroke my erection. 

Sarah leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock. And then she opened her mouth and took the head in between her lips before pulling back.

"You were oozing out a little bit, Daddy. It tastes good. Is that what you taste like when you cum?"

"More or less, sweetie. Do you want to taste Daddy when he cums?"

Sarah's eyes locked on my penis and she chewed on her lip. And then she nodded.

"I do, Daddy. I want to taste your sperm when you cum."

It was suddenly almost too much. 

Sarah naked, aroused, her nipples still erect, her pussy still wet and swollen, and now her desire to taste my cum.

"Daddy's going to cum, Baby Girl. I'm getting close."

"Cum, Daddy," she said, scooting closer. "Cum for me. Cum for your little girl."

I felt my balls tighten between my legs...

"Closer, baby girl... get closer to Daddy."

Sarah scooted closer, eyes locked on my penis.

"Open... open your mouth, sweetie... Open your mouth for Daddy..."

I erupted as she opened her mouth. Cum shot from my cock, landing on her tongue, on her lips, on her cheek. It ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits as I pressed forward and put my cock into her mouth.

Sarah responded by closing her lips around my cock and sucking. The rest of my cum flowed from my still throbbing penis, coating her tongue. I felt her fingers at the base of my cock, pressing up, urging the semen out of my body, and it was the most intense pleasure I could ever remember experiencing.

And then I was spent.

Sarah opened her mouth, allowing my cock to fall free. I leaned forward, grabbing her by the shoulders as I looked down at her. She looked up at me, brushing her fingers lightly against my arms as I caught my breath, and then, as I stood up, I watched as she carefully wiped her chin, and then her cheek, licking her fingers clean of the semen that coated them. She looked down at her chest and wiped the cum from her nipple and tit and licked it from her finger as well.

"You taste sweet, Daddy."

"I'm glad you like it, Baby Girl."

"I do, Daddy. Can... can I do it again sometime?"

"You want Daddy to cum in your mouth again?"

She nodded, stood up and hugged me.

"You taste kind of sweet, Daddy."

I kissed Sarah on the forehead and hugged her.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, Baby Girl."

Sarah pushed up on her toes and kissed me. This time, the texture of her lips was different; they were still coated with a light dusting of my semen.

"I better get back to cleaning my room, Daddy. Maybe we can sit and snuggle later tonight?"

I sighed.

"We can do that, sweetie."

I picked up my shorts and boxers and walked out of Sarah's room, stopping in the doorway to turn and look at her. She was bent over, picking something up, and I watched as her breasts swayed beneath her. 

I was definitely going to have my hands full with Sarah.

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Sarah's Seduction Ch. 03



Sarah finally finished putting away her clothes and cleaning her room in time to help me cook dinner that night. Afterward, as she cleaned up in the kitchen, I went out to mow the yard. 

It had been really hot during the afternoon, so I had pushed that chore back, waiting for it to start cooling off a little. Little was the right word; even in the early evening hours, it was still really warm, and within minutes, sweat was pouring off of me. As I finished up in the backyard, the pool was looking more and more inviting.

And I'd have probably gone for a dip, too, if I hadn't remembered that I probably needed to add chemicals to the water. 

Sarah had the same idea about taking a plunge, and I caught her dipping her toe as I walked back through the gate from putting up the mower.

"Wanna go swimming with me, Daddy?" she said, swishing her foot from side to side, rippling the water. "You look like you could use some cooling off."

"I'd love to, sweetie..." I replied.

Sarah's face lit up and she grabbed at the hem of her tank top, baring her belly as she started to take it off.

"But I need to check it, and I probably need to add some chemicals. We can go swimming tomorrow."

Sarah's smile vanished and her shoulders sagged as she let go of her shirt.

"In the morning?"

"Probably," I said, opening the cabinet sitting at the edge of the patio. "It depends on what I have to add to the pool."

"Okay, Daddy."

"As for cooling off," I said, "after I get done here, I'm going to go take a shower."

"There's a good movie coming on, Daddy. Do you want to watch it with me?"

"Save me a spot on the sofa, sweetie."

Sarah smiled and bounded into the house.

The pool wasn't as far out of balance as I thought it was, but it needed a light dose anyway. I added the chemicals and went inside to take my shower.

I noticed Sarah had already gotten comfortable on the sofa, with one leg tucked under her and her other foot planted on the edge of the cushion. The net effect was the cloth of her shorts stretched tight against her crotch, leaving little to the imagination. 

I felt drained by the heat. I undressed slowly, crawled into the shower and stood under the water for a minute or two just letting it cascade over me before cleaning up.

A few minutes later, I stepped out of the shower, clean and refreshed. I was almost done drying off when Sarah leaned into the bathroom.

Her eyes widened as she stared at me. I had my towel in front of me, so she couldn't see my partially erect penis, but that was about the only thing she couldn't see.

"I thought you might like a glass of ice water, Daddy."

"Thank you, sweetie."

Sarah sat the glass of water on the bathroom counter and stood there, her eyes dancing up and down as she bit her lip.

"I've got a spot for you next to me on the sofa, Daddy."

"I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay."

Sarah disappeared through the doorway and I finished drying off. I hung up the towel, and standing there naked, took a drink of the water she'd brought me.

Before she'd moved in with me, I'd come out of the shower and wander around naked at will. I couldn't do that anymore, could I?

Or, could I?

Sarah and I hadn't really discussed boundaries yet. But did we really need to? True, she was about to start her senior year in high school, but she was eighteen. She was a young adult. That made all the difference. Didn't it?

I walked out of my bathroom naked, my semi-erect cock swaying in front of me. Sarah and I would work out our boundaries one way or the other. How we would do that was something we'd have to figure out.

I grabbed a pair of shorts and began to pull them on, pausing for a moment. Should I put on boxers, too? I wanted to be comfortable. If I wore boxers with the shorts, then...

Oh, to heck with it. I wanted to be comfortable, so whether I wore boxers or not beneath these shorts, if Sarah teased my cock to hardness, it would be impossible to conceal it.

I pulled the shorts on and strolled to the living room, water glass almost empty.

The movie was just getting good, and within minutes of me sitting next to her, Sarah was snuggled next to me on the couch, her hand intertwined with mine and her head on my shoulder. Later, she pulled my arm around her and laid her arm on my leg as she nestled against me. By the time the movie was over, she was sitting in my lap, her head resting against mine. Even though we were father and daughter, for nearly a dozen years, we'd been little more than casual acquaintances, and it seemed we were now committed to making up for the closeness and intimacy we'd missed as she'd grown up.

As the credits started rolling, Sarah kissed me on the cheek and hugged me.

"I love you, Daddy." Sarah's hands found each other and locked behind my neck.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." I hugged her and kissed her back, and then we sat there looking at each other. I raked my fingers through her hair like they were part of a huge comb; Sarah has always liked having her hair played with; she'll sit for hours and let you brush it or comb it.

It was starting to get late, and I knew both of us weren't far from being ready to call it a day.

"What do you need to do to get ready for bed, Baby Girl?"

"Not much, Daddy. I finished putting my clothes up. I just want to take a bath first."

"Okay, sweetie. Don't make it an all night affair."

"Daddy..." Sarah started to slide out of my lap and stopped as her feet hit the floor. "I'm not going to take all night. I'm not even going to mess with washing my hair tonight. I'll do that tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Daddy, after I get ready for bed, can I come sit with you for a while like I did last night?"

"Sure, sweetheart."

"Okay, Daddy."

Sarah leaned back and kissed me, and I watched her cute little bottom wiggle as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. She might have been wearing shorts and a tank-top, but it did nothing to curb my imagination, now that I knew exactly what she looked like without any of it on.

I found another movie to watch and settled back with my laptop to check email. I'd been out of pocket most of the week. I wondered what I'd missed.

Maybe twenty minutes later, I got up to go to the kitchen to get something to drink as Sarah walked back into the living room, looking at once almost virginal, and yet, clearly not. Her simple white cotton nightgown wasn't so simple. It had a low, scooped neckline, with buttons that ran down nearly to her waist, slits cut into the side that rose almost up to her hips, and it was thin enough so as to be nearly see-through. Of the five buttons, three of them were unfastened, doing nothing to lend even a small measure of modesty to the gown which dropped to the middle of her thighs, but otherwise did little to hide her body. As she walked over to me, the strap slid from her right shoulder, allowing the gown to slip almost enough to bare her breast. 

"You want something to drink, sweetie?"

"Can I just share with you, Daddy?" Sarah slowly pulled the strap back onto her shoulder.

"You can."

She followed me into the kitchen, hugging my arm as I refilled my glass. 

"Are you ready for bed, sweetie?"

She nodded as she leaned against the counter.

"Yes, Daddy." Sarah followed me back into the living room, sliding the strap back onto her shoulder again, and stopping next to my chair as I sat down and got comfortable.

"Are you?" I wasn't fully paying attention to what I was doing as I sat my wine glass down; my other hand had a mind of its own, and my fingers touched the back of her leg, running up toward her hip, and as Sarah climbed into my lap, I felt nothing but bare skin beneath my touch.

"I am, Daddy. Brushed my teeth and everything." Sarah kissed me, pressing her lips hard against mine and forcing her tongue into my mouth.

Minty fresh. I grabbed at her hip and felt my cock getting hard as she held herself against me.

Sarah pulled her lips from mine and smiled, tugging at the hem of her gown and settling herself in my lap. She held onto the slim bunch of cloth only long enough to drape it carefully in her lap and then she laid her head against mine and tucked her hand in between us.

I looked down at my hand, my fingers just beneath the edge of her nightgown, and Sarah's eyes followed. She lifted the cloth, revealing her naked hip.

"No, I'm not wearing panties, Daddy."

"I know, sweetheart."

"I told you I never wear panties to bed. Don't you remember?"

I nodded and drew in a deep breath. She'd told me that last night, hadn't she?

"Sometimes I sleep in boxers and a tank top or a t-shirt, and when it gets colder, I might wear pajamas," she said. "But I never wear panties to bed. I sleep better and I'm just more comfortable. That's okay, isn't it?"

What did she want me to say? What did she expect me to say?

"Yes, sweetie, you're fine." Ohmigod, you're fine, sweet baby girl, mine. My hand swept down her thigh; her skin was so soft. My cock was so hard.

Sarah kissed me on the cheek, dropped her hand down between her legs, clenched her thighs together and rolled toward me. She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath and held it. Then, she let it out, relaxed and reached for my hand, pulling it back up her thigh, pulling it back to her hip. She could feel my cock, couldn't she? She could feel the hard rod of flesh trapped between us.

She laid her head back on my shoulder, and when she was sure I wasn't going to pull my hand away from her, she pulled her hand away from mine.

"I still need some more closet space, Daddy. I don't have enough room for all my clothes."

"Remind me in the morning, sweetheart, and we'll work something out."

"Okay." 

Sarah hugged me and kissed me on the cheek again.

"I love you, Baby Girl. I still don't know what made you suddenly decide to come live with me, but I'm glad you did."

"Mmmm. I love you, too, Daddy. I'm really glad I'm here with you."

We continued to sit together as the movie began to get good and interesting. Sarah shifted in my arms, pulling her arm from around my neck as she snuggled against me, angling her body a little more to the TV, and dropping one foot to the floor. Her other leg remained strewn across my lap, and as she shifted, basically spreading her legs, rubbing her ass hard against my cock, she did nothing to make sure her gown kept her covered, and my fingers slid along her skin, passing within mere inches of her bare pussy.

The strap on her left shoulder fell from its perch, and I looked down past her shoulder, down the flat of the top of her chest at the curve of her breast. 

The arm I'd had around her shoulder earlier dropped to her waist, and as I leaned to kiss her, I brought it up, laying my hand atop the thin cloth, my fingers pressing into her to pull her a little closer to me. I could feel the softness of her flesh, of her breast, beneath the cloth, beneath my fingertips. 

Surely she realized her gown was practically open and baring her chest. Only a couple of buttons remained fastened, doing little to preserve her modesty.

As though she were reading my mind, Sarah laid her arm on mine, her fingers dancing along the gauze like cloth. The fingertips of one hand toyed with the top button, alternately pulling at the cloth holding it secure and darting into the gap of cloth, allowing her to touch herself; her other hand pulled at the cloth, lifting it, pulling it up, pulling it from beneath my hand.

I felt Sarah's breathing deepen as she shifted in my lap, and after watching her fingers fidget for what was only a couple of minutes, she unfastened the button, widening the open gap in her nightgown.

Both of my hands now rested on her bare skin, and Sarah dropped one hand on top of mine, and... was she pushing my hand down? Down between her legs?

The downward pressure stopped as she pulled her hand from mine. Was she merely hinting at what she wanted me to do?

I brushed my fingers lower on the flat of her bare skin and Sarah sighed. My fingers moved lower and I felt the narrowing of the flesh leading to her pussy.

"Mmmm." Sarah laid her head back against my shoulder.

I kissed her naked shoulder and looked down at her all but naked breasts as my fingers brushed against the skin just above her clit. Sarah tilted her head away from me, offering me her neck. My lips trailed across her skin, matching the caresses of my fingers, making her purr.

The movie came to an end and Sarah began turning back toward me. As she did, the other strap fell from her shoulder and the front of her gown sagged; Sarah's breasts appeared, her nipples half exposed.

Sarah looked down and giggled. She shifted in my lap again and the gown fell further; her nipple stood out on the top of her breast, only partially erect, looking very kissable and suckable.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I said, pulling at the cloth of her gown. "Between your gown being unbuttoned and you twisting around in my lap..." My thumb hooked into her strap and I quickly realized I was in fact doing nothing to cover Sarah back up. 

Sarah's fingers touched the side of my face as I untangled myself from the strap. 

"It's okay, Daddy." Sarah looked at my hand and then at me. "It's not like you didn't see me naked earlier today." She slowly slid her arm around my neck as she reached for a strap with the other hand and pulled it up. Her gown only partly cooperated; it hung open, leaving one beautiful breast uncovered.

Sarah sat there, one hand at the back of my neck, the other gently pushing my hand back down between her thighs as my eyes took her in. I let her push my hand down to where it had been moments earlier; Sarah pushed her legs farther apart as my fingers brushed against the crease of skin where legs met pelvis. I brushed ever so lightly across her clit, moving to make contact with the swollen, wet folds of her labia. Sarah laid her hand against my chest as she sighed, laying her head aside mine as I slid a finger into the wetness of her pussy lips.

I pulled my head back just a bit and kissed her on the forehead, my lips lingering against her skin. Sarah breathed hard against my neck and tilted her head up as I lowered mine. We stared at each other for a moment, hearts pounding and breaths heavy.  

I was still rock hard; my balls were beginning to hurt. I could lift her up and pull my shorts down, freeing my cock. Then, it wouldn't take much effort at all to maneuver her and... what was I thinking?

I kissed Sarah.

I meant for it to be a quick kiss that would linger for only a moment before I hugged her tight, but her fingers at the back of my head urged me against her as she opened her mouth; I ran my tongue across my baby girl's lips and then I stuck my tongue into her mouth, finding her tongue. Sarah gasped and her fingers clutched at me.

"Mmmm... Daddy..." Sarah's eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth open and smiling as the breathed hard. "Kiss me like that again."

I leaned into her and pressed my lips against Sarah's, running my fingers up into her hair and holding her to me as I held my fingers gingerly against her swollen cunt. Sarah's mouth separated from mine as she gasped for breath and clung to me. I took a deep breath, inhaling Sarah's scent. 

Fresh. Clean. Soapy. Aroused.

My hands were touching nothing but her naked flesh, and the desire to actually touch her was causing my cock to positively throb. I had no doubt that my cock was beginning to ooze pre-cum, just as her pussy was wet enough to slide into. Neither of us would go to sleep easily. We both needed relief.

"It's time for you to go to bed, Baby Girl."

"But, Daddy..."

Sarah's hand dropped down between her legs, covering mine, her fingers pressing against me, urging me to touch her deeper. I slid my middle finger into her pussy and Sarah gasped.

"Ohhh, Daddy! That feels sooo good!"

"You like having Daddy's finger inside you, Baby Girl?"

Sarah nodded, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath.

"Make me cum, Daddy. Please make me cum."

With my palm pressed against her and my finger buried inside her, I kissed Sarah on the cheek and rubbed the bare skin of her upper back as I placed my lips against her ear.

"Go get in bed, sweetie." I slowly pulled my finger from Sarah's sodden cunt. I didn't really want to, but I knew that not only did we both need relief; neither of us was anywhere near comfortable at the moment.

Sarah's eyes fluttered open at the cessation of sensation. Her eyes, wide and desperate for pleasure, searched mine as I pulled my hand from between her legs. I looked down; my finger was soaked with her pussy juice. 

Her gaze followed mine and Sarah grabbed my hand, pulling it to her face. Looking at me, she licked at my middle finger, tasting herself. I knew better than to think this was the first time Sarah had ever tasted her own sweetness; she was doing it for my benefit.

"Do you taste sweet, Baby Girl?"

Sarah smiled and nodded as she pushed her hand toward me. I licked at the wetness coating my finger; my little girl did indeed taste sweet; I'd have to sample at the source later.

"Come on, sweetie. It's getting late. It's been a long day and we both need to go to bed."

I leaned forward, and with disbelief on her face, Sarah slid out of my lap, landing one foot on the floor and managing to stand up, the strap sliding once more from her shoulder. Her nightgown was clearly committed to falling off of her.

I slid forward to the front of the sofa as Sarah found her footing, and she turned to face me, her legs brushing against mine as she put her hands on my shoulders.

"Daddy, why won't you make me cum?"

I was so close to the edge of the couch and she had turned almost immediately in front of me; my hands had nowhere to go but her thighs, and I suddenly found myself, well, not face to face, so much, with Sarah. With the straps of her nightgown down from her shoulders, her gown remained fallen from its rightful perch on her body, and likewise, her breasts remained bare. Her young, succulent globes rose and fell with each breath she took, and we were close enough that I could still clearly smell her clean freshness.

"I know you enjoyed it earlier today, Daddy," she said. "When you made me cum, I mean."

My eyes danced from one erect nipple to the other, taking in the subtle ridges in her delicious, young flesh.

"And I'm pretty sure you liked it when you came, too."

I did indeed, Baby Girl. I did indeed. You've felt my cock pressing up against you, haven't you?

"You know how wet I am, Daddy." 

Sarah pulled a hand from my shoulder and grabbed at the front of her nightgown, pulling it up, gathering the cloth into her hand until she held it pooled beneath her breasts. She stood there essentially naked in front of me, belly, breasts and pussy bare.

The tip of her tongue slid out of her mouth and she bit her lip.

"Don't you want to make me cum again, Daddy?"

I looked down, my eyes taking her in. I could feel myself weakening. I was able to resist all but my little girl. My gaze wandered up her thighs, pausing at the red, swollen, wet lips of her tight, young cunt before continuing upward. As my eyes rose on level with her breasts, she leaned closer.

"Please, Daddy?"

I looked up into her eyes. Sarah fairly hovered over me, tiny white teeth brushing against her pouting lower lip as she blinked her soft, warm, brown eyes.

The last of my resolve crumbled and I leaned forward and kissed her belly. Sarah's other hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head as I lifted my lips from her warm skin.

I tilted my head up and kissed her breast, moving my lips quickly to her nipple, feeling the bud flex and spring forward between my lips against my tongue. I swirled my tongue against her tender flesh as I opened my mouth and sucked her in between my lips.




Sarah's Seduction Ch. 03



"Mmmm. That feels really good, Daddy." 

Sarah's fingers pressed in and rubbed the back of my head as I suckled her ripe young breast, and her nipple, already firm when my lips had closed upon it, was now hard like a little stone. I pulled away from her breast; a faint line of wetness around the nipple intermingled with redness from where I'd plied pressure.

Sarah turned her torso slightly, bringing her other breast to my lips.

"Suck this one, too, Daddy."

She placed the nipple at my lips, and without hesitation, I opened my mouth and swallowed the fresh young ball of flesh. My tongue traced around the nipple and Sarah gasped. My hands moved up the backs of her thighs and I clutched at her ass, kneading the cheeks, reveling in the feel of her sweet, delightful behind.

I pulled my lips along the skin of her breast, latching onto her nipple, plying pressure, pulling the bud between my lips, stretching it.

"Ohhh, Daddy..." Sarah's hands grabbed at my shoulders and I felt her tremble. 

I pulled my lips from her breast and looked up at her, my eyes darting from her breasts to her eyes.

Sarah's eyes were half closed, glazed with lust; her breasts, swollen and ripe with arousal, nipples red and wet.

"Go get in bed, Baby Girl," I said, leaning forward and kissing her nipple. "I'll come tuck you in."

"Will you...?"

"And I'll make you cum." I ran my hand up between her thighs, pressing my finger into the wetness of her ripe young pussy.

Sarah's thighs clenched together as her fingers dug into my shoulders, and then slowly, she relaxed and stepped back; my finger slid from between the sodden folds of her pussy and Sarah gasped again, smiling with anticipation.

Batting her eye lashes and looking down at my crotch, Sarah smiled and slowly turned away from me to walk to her bedroom. Almost as soon as she was facing away from me, she grabbed her gown up, gathering the cloth in her hands and baring her bottom to me. I watched with lustful delight as she walked to the hallway, her ass cheeks shaking seductively with each step.

And then she stopped. At the hallway entrance, Sarah stopped and turned just enough so that I had a perfect profile glimpse of her breast and behind.

"Are you coming, Daddy?" Sweet. Seductive. And... sexy?

Sarah ran a hand up her body, cupping her breast, brushing her fingers across her nipple as she bit her lip and looked back at me.

Yes, definitely sexy.

"Yes, Baby Girl, Daddy's coming." I stood up.

Sarah smiled, her eyes locked on my crotch. I didn't need to look down; I knew my cock was jutting out in an obscene 'look at me' fashion, forming an impossible to ignore tent in my shorts. I could feel the wet spot where pre-cum was oozing from me, and as the shorts were a light heather grey in color, I knew Sarah could see it.

"I hope you're not cumming yet, Daddy." Sarah giggled as I started walking, following her, and she continued on down the hall toward her room.

I saw her briefly in silhouette from the other side as she flipped on the light in her bedroom, and then, for a brief moment, as I walked the final steps to her doorway, she was out of sight. 

But then, I was in the doorway to her room, looking at her from behind.

The light in her room was off; light from the hallway cast shadows, but it was enough to see to tuck her into bed with.

Sarah was bent over, straps to her gown down around her elbows, pulling her gown down on her torso, and she was leaning forward, thrusting her now covered behind at me as she pulled the covers back and moved stuffed animals around so she could climb into bed.

I walked into her room, stopping a couple of feet behind her as she finished getting her bed ready to crawl into.

Sarah stood up and turned around, her breasts swaying as she looked down at my tented shorts and up into my eyes.

"Can I take off my nightgown to sleep, Daddy?"

Naked. My little girl wanted to sleep naked. She wanted to take her gown off, lay down in the bed naked, and she wanted me to make her cum.

"Uhhh, sure, sweetie. You can take your nightgown off."

My mouth was dry as she raised the gown over her head, completely baring her body to me. She stretched as she held the cloth high in her hands, looking at me, her body on display. Light danced on her skin, spotlighting her breasts, flowing down her body before trailing off into a shadow between her legs.

"You don't mind if I sleep naked?" Sarah dropped her nightgown on the stool sitting in front of her vanity table as she reached for me, her hand grabbing at my waist. "Do you, Daddy?"

No, sweetie, I don't mind you sleeping naked. The very thought of you lying in your bed naked, barely covered by a sheet, if you're covered at all, makes me want you even more than I already do...

"No, sweetie. I don't mind." I put my arms around Sarah as she pulled herself against me, crushing her breasts against my chest, pulling herself hard enough against me that my cock had no other option than to press into her belly.

Sarah and I hugged each other tight and I kissed the top of her head as my hands ran up and down her bare back.

As we loosened our hold on each other, she stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed me, her lips lingering against mine a little longer than I might have otherwise expected.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, Baby Girl," I said, kissing her back. 

Sarah took a furtive step back away from, looking down at the bulge in my shorts as her hands came to rest on my hips. She looked back up at me and giggled.

"You're hard again, Daddy."

I nodded. "I am."

"You like seeing me naked, don't you, Daddy?" Sarah put one of her hands low on her belly and ran it up her body, cupping her breast, running her thumb over her nipple. The thumb of her other hand hooked into the waist band of my shorts. 

I nodded again. "You're very pretty, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Daddy." Sarah leaned up and kissed me again.

My hands, resting on her shoulders, slid down her arms.

"Go ahead and get in bed, sweetie."

Sarah bit her lower lip and smiled at me as she turned away from me; her thumb hung up in the waist band of my shorts, pulling them away from my body before letting go, almost allowing my cock the freedom it craved.

Sarah planted one knee on her bed and then leaned forward, planting her hands in front of her. I looked down at her as she crawled the rest of the way onto her bed, her ass thrust back at me as her breasts swayed beneath her. She looked back over her shoulder at me and giggled. 

I took a deep breath and stepped towards her. How easy it would be just to whisk off my shorts, grab her hips and... 

Sarah flipped over onto her side, then rolled onto her back, giggling and sitting up as I moved closer to the edge of her bed.

"I wanna see you, Daddy," Sarah said as she reached for me, dropping a foot onto the floor and grabbing at my shorts. She looked up at me and licked her lips as she slid her fingers around the bulge formed by my cock. "Pull it out for me, Daddy."

I started to hook my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, but Sarah's fingers were already there, tugging and pulling. My cock sprang free, swaying in front of her face and Sarah sat back, her eyes locked on it. 

"Want me to take my shorts all the way off, sweetie?"

Sarah looked up at me and nodded, smiling.

I pushed my shorts all the way down, and as I stepped out of them, Sarah leaned forward, grabbing my cock in her fingers and pulling it in between her lips. I took a deep breath and laid my hands gently on her shoulders as I felt her tongue swirl around the head of my penis, plowing through the slit and tasting the pre-cum I knew was oozing out of me.

Sarah pulled her mouth from my cock and looked up at me, smiling.

"You still taste sweet, Daddy."

"Good. Now lay back, sweetie, so I can sit on your bed."

Sarah complied, but only partly, because when she laid back, she left her leg dangling off the bed. I looked down at her; she lay there, open to my eyes, her legs spread apart, pussy still aroused, still wet and inviting.

I reached down and put a hand under her leg to lift it onto the bed.

"How am I supposed to sit beside you when you have a leg dangling off the bed like this?" I asked.

Sarah straightened her leg out, brushing it against my leg, hooking her ankle behind me, urging me towards her bed.

"You don't have to sit beside me. Do you, Daddy?" Sarah looked so peaceful and... no, not innocent; one hand overhead as fingers toyed with her hair, the other hand laying on her breast, fingers rubbing across her nipple, moving down her body. "Can't you just sit here? You could see me better."

She wanted me to sit between her legs, on her bed, both of us naked. I watched her fingers pressed down past her belly and brushed against the red, swollen wetness of her pussy. My fingers were going there; my finger was going inside her. I sat down, my cock slapping against her thigh as she draped her leg across my lap.

The position was immediately awkward. I'd have to contort myself to pleasure her. It would be uncomfortable. Sarah rubbed her other leg against me as she pressed a finger in between the folds of her young, swollen cunt.

"What are you waiting for, Daddy? I thought you were going to..."

"I'm trying to get comfortable, Baby."

If she was determined to have her legs spread around me, there was really only one option open to me. I turned to face her, and after a series of awkward movements, I was where she wanted me; I was between her legs.

We were facing each other, only now, instead of Sarah, I was the one with a foot on the floor; both of hers were on either side of my hips. My other leg was stretched alongside her body. In this position, if I leaned forward, my cock would no longer be aimed at the ceiling, it would be aimed straight at her pussy.

I ran my hands down Sarah's thighs, her skin soft beneath my touch. She purred as I stroked her and pulled her hand from between her legs. I moved my hand up her body, rubbing her belly, massaging her ribcage, and when my hand closed on her breast, Sarah's hands clamped down on mine, pressing them to her tightly.

"Suck me, Daddy. Suck my tits. Kiss my nipples and suck them in..."

It was awkward, but I did it, just like she asked. I leaned forward, contorting myself and Sarah gasped, digging her fingers dug into me as I felt her nipple harden against my tongue. I moved my lips to her other breast as she writhed beneath me, and I felt her rubbing herself against my cock.

"I can feel you, Daddy," she said, reaching down between us. "You're hard."

We almost bumped heads as she pushed herself up and grasped me.

"Sooo hard, Daddy." Her eyes were filled with lust as she looked at me and licked her lips.

"You're nipples are hard, too, Baby Girl," I said, rolling one between my fingers. 

Sarah gasped and smiled as she nodded. I sat up, short of breath from leaning forward and dropped a hand down between us, my fingers sliding along her thigh, down between her legs as she grabbed at my arm.

"And you're wet, too." I slid a finger into her, instantly surrounded by her hot, moist arousal.

"Sooo wet, Daddy..." 

Sarah's eyes were closed and she was tugging on my cock; not stroking, tugging, as though to pull my cock to her pussy.

"Ahhh... that feels sooo good, Daddy."

I slid my finger in and out of her pussy, slowly, deliberately, watching her lose herself to the pleasure.

Sarah pushed my cock down between us; the only thing that kept my cock from making contact with her pussy was my hand.

"I love you so much, Daddy." Sarah's chest heaved with each shallow breath she took.

She gasped again, biting her lip as my finger continued to slide in and out of her.

"Ohhh... ohhh... Daddy..." Her fingers were digging into my arms and I could feel her body starting to tighten up.

"Getting close, Baby Girl?"

"Uh huh..." Sarah nodded as she raised up and looked at me, lust and desire and want shaded with vulnerability and reluctance; that last little bit of hesitancy to let yourself be consumed by the pleasure.

"Lay back, sweetie. Lay back and let Daddy make you cum."

Sarah held on to me as she lay back... trying to pull me on top of her? And I had to pull my finger from inside her and put my hand out to brace myself as she reached down to grab at my cock again, pulling it towards her pussy, and then letting go.

"I love you, Daddy." Sarah's fingers stroked me as she thrust herself up at me

"I love you, too, Baby Girl." I leaned forward and kissed her again and then sat up as her hands fell to her thighs.

So close. But still far apart. 

I looked down at Sarah as I dipped my hand between her legs again, reinserting my finger into her pussy. Damn she was wet!

Sarah pushed her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes as her fingers gripped at the sheets.

"Ohhh... make me cum, Daddy."

"You want me to make you cum, Baby Girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. I want you to make me cum."

I leaned forward as I pulled my finger from inside her, and as her eyes opened, her focus distorted by her arousal, I slowly pushed my cock down between us, running the head in between the slick wetness of her red, swollen pussy lips, the wetness quickly coating me and sending tingles all through my body. I rolled my hips forward, pushing the head of my cock just into the bloom of her puffed pussy.

Sarah's eyes widened and she pushed herself up on her elbows, her mouth opening as she realized what was happening. She looked down between us and then up at me, lust and alarm fighting for control of her expression.

"Ohhh, Daddy..."

"You want Daddy to make you cum?"

She nodded and bit at her lip.

"But, Daddy, I've never... nobody's ever..."

She stopped speaking and looked up at me.

"Nobody's ever been inside you before?"

"No, Daddy. Never."

My little girl was a virgin.

"I want you inside me, Daddy."

My cock pulsed. I wanted inside her. Was she as tight as she was wet?

"Can you make me cum that way?" she asked.

I nodded. It wasn't a question of if I could. It was quickly ceasing to be a question of if I should. What mattered to me more than anything at the moment was, this being her first time, I wanted it to be perfect.

"Daddy, ..."

"Shhh." I leaned forward and laid a finger across her lips, and then I kissed her. "I love you, Baby Girl."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

"Lay back and let Daddy make you cum, sweetie."

"Inside me, Daddy?"

I nodded. "Inside you, sweetie." Ohmigod, what was I doing?

Sarah lay back as I sat up and took a deep breath. I couldn't scoot that much closer to her; I pushed my cock down between us again, rubbing my the head in between her wet folds and at the same time getting the tip of my finger wet and starting to trace small, tiny circles around her clit.

"Ohhh, Daddy... that feels really, really good."

Sarah writhed beneath me, trying to push herself at me as I continued to caress her.

"Daddy, I thought... you were going to come inside me."

Her breath was getting short, her eyes clenched as fingers grabbed up the sheets again.

"I am, sweetie. I just want to make sure you're ready for me."

"I am, Daddy. I'm ready for you. I am sooo ready for you. Can't you feel how wet I am?"

Wet wasn't the word. I looked down at my cock; she was wet enough that my cock was getting soaked with her juices. I rolled my hips forward, pushing into her.

Sarah gasped.

"Yes, Daddy, yesss..." Sarah's mouth hung open and her chest rose and fell as she panted. "Put it in me, Daddy."

I was quickly coming to the conclusion that I was going to have to do something different. Sitting like I was, doing nothing more than rolling my hips, I was sliding little more than the head of my penis inside her. The sensation was incredible; if I kept it up, I'd cum easily. And I wanted to cum, but not like this.

I pulled back, breaking contact with Sarah. She raised her head and looked at me, still panting, panic sudden on her face.

"Daddy, what's wrong? Why don't you want to come inside me?"

I untangled myself and rose up on my knees, and then leaned forward, starting to hover over her.

"I do want to come inside you, Baby Girl. But I can't really get inside you sitting like that."

Relief swept across her face as I repositioned myself between her legs and began to lower myself on top of her, my cock swaying between us, moving ever closer to the object of our mutual desire.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this aroused, this hard. I felt like I could just slide my cock between her thighs and spear her, but that wouldn't be right.

I pushed my cock down between us, sliding the head into her wet folds again. Sarah thrust herself at me and gasped as I slid inside her, the head of my cock bumping against the seal that proclaimed her purity.

"Are you okay, Baby?" The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

She nodded. The battle within her was lust versus apprehension. 

"I'm fine, Daddy." Her breath was shorter than ever, almost panting.

"You're sure? It might hurt a little at first."

"I know, Daddy. Just start slow, like you were doing it a minute ago, and I'll be fine."

"You're sure?" I pulled back, almost all of the way out and then back into her again, stopping just short of the shield.

"I'm sure, Daddy. Mmmm... I'm so close to cumming, Daddy. Make me cum. Make me cum, Daddy, with your cock inside my virgin pussy."

Apprehension didn't stand a chance.

I began a slow, shallow thrusting motion, and as the friction began to generate between us, I felt Sarah reach down, her hand brushing against the shaft of my cock, then cupping my balls.

"Your cock is so hard, Daddy. And your balls are, too." She pulled her hand back up, and I felt the unmistakable sensation of her hand beginning to stroke at her clit.

"Are you going to cum for Daddy?" 

"Uh huh..." Raspy, rapid breathing. "I am, Daddy. But I want to cum with you inside me... all the way inside me..."

"Are you ready, Baby?"

Sarah nodded her head rapidly as she pulled her hand from between us. She grabbed my arms.

I pulled back and paused before sliding forward again.

I surged forward and Sarah thrust up at me. She gasped as the tip of my cock pushed against her.

Sarah panted as she collapsed against the bed.

"Are you okay, Baby?"

She nodded.

"Ready?"

She nodded again.

I slid forward again, harder this time, determined to penetrate her.

It all happened at once; she gasped, immediately panting and I felt the pressure rise and then suddenly give way as my cock slid inside her, and almost as quickly, Sarah was clutching at me, doing everything she could to wrap herself around me.

Sarah was at once tight as I'd expected, but silky smooth, and I realized that inside her, I would cum quickly if I wasn't careful.

"Are you alright, Baby Girl?"

"Mmhmm." She kissed me on the cheek as she continued to cling to me. "You're inside me, Daddy."

"I am, Baby Girl."

"Are you going to make me cum now, Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby." I pulled back and thrust into her gently, burying my cock in her depth. "Daddy's going to make you cum now."

Sarah's grasp on me loosened as I began to slowly thrust in and out of her, and it was debatable who was receiving more stimulation; her cunt was hugging my cock like a form fitted glove. I was definitely not going to last much longer.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, Baby?"

"Daddy..." Sarah's breathing was coming a little quicker. 

"Daddy..." She reached down between us again, fingers touching my balls. "You're so hard... your balls are so hard... are you going to cum, too?"

"Are you ready to cum, sweetie?"

"Uh huh... I want you to cum, too, Daddy."

"Daddy's going to cum, sweetie."

"Inside me? Are you going to cum inside me, Daddy?" Sarah's hands were on my hips, fingertips pressing into me.




Sarah's Seduction Ch. 03



"Yes, Baby." I could feel my balls tightening. I could feel the familiar, distinct sensation building within me as my cock began to tense up. 

"Ohhh, Daddy... Daddy... I'm starting to cum..."

Sarah's fingers dug into me and I felt her body tense as her pussy began to spasm. 

I began to thrust quickly into her, hardly pulling out at all... I could feel it beginning...

"Cum inside me, Daddy... Cum inside me..."

My cock erupted and I began spewing semen into Sarah's no longer virgin pussy. I continued thrusting into her for several seconds, and it seemed, that with each thrust, I could feel cum flowing from my cock into her.

Finally, both of us spent, Sarah wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me to her. I collapsed against her, trying with little success to hold myself up with my elbows.

We were both out of breath; both hot; both sweaty.

I knew, too, that we needed to change position pretty quickly or she'd cramp up. 

I pushed up, slowly disengaging myself from her, gently caressing her as she looked up at me with uncertain eyes.

I looked down between us. The signs of first time sex were all there.

"Come on, Baby Girl," I said, holding my hand out to her.

"Where are we going, Daddy?"

She took my hand, fairly gliding off of her bed as I led her out of her bedroom to mine. My cock bobbed in front of me, semi-erect, not completely sated; still hungry to be inside her. 

"Your bed, Daddy?" Sarah's soft brown eyes were wide open as she gazed at me.

I nodded, continuing to pull her with me. 

"First we're going to clean up a little, and then I want you to sleep with me tonight."

Sarah's face lit up, practically beaming.

"Really?"

I nodded as I led her into the bathroom.

A minute later, we stood in the shower together, and she allowed me complete, unfettered access to her body as I soaped her up and rinsed her off, paying extra attention between her legs.

"Daddy, if you're not careful, you're going to make me cum again."

I kissed her forehead as I slid a finger between the wet, clean folds of her pussy, the tip of my finger just barely inside her.

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

"No, Daddy." She leaned up and kissed me. "But I don't want you to do it with your finger."

"No? How do you want me to do it, Baby Girl?"

Sarah bit her lip as she smiled at me, batting her eyelashes and bathing me with her soft brown eyes.

"I want you to fuck me again, Daddy."

I looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Can I say 'fuck', Daddy? Is it okay to tell you I want you to fuck my pussy with your hard cock?"

"Yes, sweetie," I replied, hugging her and sliding my hands down to squeeze her ass. "Though we probably better keep this between us."

"I know, Daddy."

I turned off the water and we stepped out of the shower, father and daughter, new lovers, keepers of a shared secret.

We dried off, or more accurately, we helped each other dry off, and then, hand in hand, I led her to bed, letting go only to pull the sheets back.

Sarah planted one knee on the bed, and then the other, slowly making her way onto the mattress.

She stopped when she was all the way on, just her feet over the edge. She looked back at me over her shoulder, hair falling down in her face.

I was tempted to grab her hips and pull her back; to lavish kisses on her luscious bottom. If I did that, I'd be hard again in no time and I could...

"What now, Daddy?"

"Finish getting into bed, sweetie. It's time to go to sleep." We were both tired. Tomorrow would come. We had time.

Sarah rolled, slid her feet under the covers and looked at me as I slid in beside her. I reached down to pull the sheets up, and as I lay back and settled myself, Sarah snuggled against me, draping one leg over me and laying her head against my shoulder. 

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"You're hard again."

I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft. I was hard again. Not like I had been when I'd gone inside her, but I knew it wouldn't take much to get me there.

Sarah pressed her lips to my cheek and kissed me. "Can we wait until tomorrow to do it again?"

"Yes, Baby Girl."

A sigh.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, Baby Girl."

I wrapped my arms around Sarah, pulling her to me, running my hands up and down her back, grabbing hold of her cute bottom and squeezing.

I did indeed have my hands full with Sarah.