26 comments/ 281797 views/ 112 favorites Date With My Daughter By: RainierWriterII Many thanks to Gayle for editing this story! Comments welcome. _______________ I am sitting here at the computer in my bedroom, quietly tapping away at my keyboard at almost three thirty in the morning. Recent events were simply so amazing I just had to get everything down while they were still fresh in my mind. The reason I am typing softly is due to the fact that the most beautiful woman in the world is sleeping soundly in my bed no more than 10 feet away, the woman that I just made love to. The young woman just so happens to be my loving daughter, Kasey. I'm sure you're wondering how it came to pass, so let me backtrack a bit so you'll better understand just how it was I got here. Roughly six years ago, after many terse marriage counseling sessions, my ex-wife Barbara and I agreed to divorce. It had become crystal clear to me that I was the only one making any concessions and really putting in any work at the relationship, so I finally threw my hands up and surrendered to the fact that it was over. The only reason I had worked so hard to keep us together was for the benefit of our daughter. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt our only child, but I figured Kasey must have noticed the tension between her parents and I didn't want her raised in such a toxic environment. Shortly after the ink on the papers dried, I was offered a big promotion to lead a group in my firm's Los Angeles office, which I reluctantly accepted. The move was bittersweet because my wife was awarded custody of Kasey, yet to advance in my career I felt I simply had to take the position. For an entertainment lawyer, L.A. was simply the place to be, so I packed up and reluctantly left my thirteen year old daughter with her mother. In my head, I tried hard to justify my actions as anything other than selfish. My job required such long hours I really hadn't seen that much of Kasey anyway, so I tried to convince myself it wouldn't be that big an adjustment. And when she came to visit I would devote 100% of my time to her, so it would be better, much better than life with her mom and me together. At times, I actually almost believed it, but deep down I felt ashamed of myself, and lost without her. When I left New York, Kasey was a cute but scrawny thirteen year old young girl. She still had her braces on, and wore reading glasses to school, so she was not someone you'd look at and instantly think 'model.' She was smart as a whip though, but a bit on the shy side preferring the role as follower more than leader. Her friends were all nice and I was happy she was surrounded by such sweet and grounded girls. I prayed they would remain the same while I was gone. To say Kasey was unhappy with my divorce and move would be an incredible understatement. I can't say as I blame her as her world was turned upside down almost overnight, even though I'm sure she saw the divorce coming. I tried to speak with her daily, but she often was curt as only teenage girls can be, with one word answers to any question I might have about her life. Thankfully, over the ensuing weeks and months the ice melted and she once again warmed up to me and treated me almost as well as she had prior to the divorce. When I first arrived in L.A., I rented a condo near my office, but two years ago I moved into a nice home near Seal Beach. Even though I lived alone, I had enough room for a family, including a pool with a great view of the ocean. My job paid me a handsome living, but for it I was forced to spend many hours in the office, so the recreational opportunities available in both my home and neighborhood went largely unused. The void of not having Kasey in my life remained however, so I poured myself into work with abandon. I was around stunningly attractive women each day, but for whatever reason it just didn't feel right to date at that point in my life. I craved affection, but I guess I still felt the wounds from my divorce. Kasey's wellbeing weighed heavily on my mind, so I reached out to her as much as possible. Thank goodness for unlimited calling plans, e-mail and instant messaging, otherwise I'm not sure how I would have been able to make it on my own with her so far away. Because of the three hour time change, we often chatted first thing in the morning my time, and sometimes when I was on my way home from work in the evening before she went to bed. I flew her to L.A. as often as I could get her, and tried to pull out all the stops while she was around. Given my position in the field, I was able to get her autographs from a couple of Kasey's favorite young stars. That seemed to help eliminate any remaining resentment she may have had towards me and turned the tide in my favor. Each time she visited I was shocked at how much she had grown. She was still the intelligent kid I remembered, but seemed to grow more confident and attractive day by day. By the time I flew back to New York for her high school graduation, she was simply a stunning and mature young lady. I had hoped that maybe she would attend school somewhere in California so I could see her more often, but Kasey made the decision to attend a great private college in New England. It really was a good decision for her, but I must admit I did feel a sense of loss at the news. I figured since I had been selfish in moving across country, I really couldn't begrudge her the decision to attend school wherever she wanted. We didn't chat nearly as often when she was at school as she was busily embracing everything her new freedom had to offer. She made it through her freshman year with honors, and even found a boyfriend she just adored. I must say, the boyfriend part did make me a little nervous, but I was sure she was mature enough to handle herself. In the fall of her sophomore year, she learned her boyfriend had actually been cheating on her. She broke up with him and the two of us spent a number of evenings on the phone while she sought advice and comfort. It felt wonderful that she came to me for support, but it also killed me to hear her so sad. If I ever met that punk boyfriend, I think I may have been in need of defense from one of my legal colleagues. Kasey's spring break was only a few months away, so I asked if she wanted to come out and spend the week with me. She agreed enthusiastically, so I purchased a ticket and lined up my calendar to get the entire week off. I even took the unprecedented step of letting my boss, colleagues and staff know that I was shutting off my wireless and would not be checking e-mail or voice-mail either. I didn't tell them why, as I thought they might think a visit from my daughter was not a good enough excuse to be out of touch for so long. The week was going to be exclusively mine and my daughters, and after years with the company I thought I'd earned it. Thankfully, my boss completely agreed, with one caveat. He demanded I attend a client event on the Thursday evening of the week when Kasey would be in town. Since Industry bigwigs were going to be in attendance, he said my presence was absolutely required. He also told me to bring my girlfriend as the entire office was dying to meet her. Since I was single and successful, I constantly had colleagues trying to set me up on dates, so I fabricated a girlfriend to get them off my back since I wasn't ready to jump in the dating pool. I explained that she was a young hottie, but somewhat naïve, so I wanted to keep her away from the vultures of the entertainment business, which they seemed to buy. I was unsure what to do, but figured I could either call an escort service, or just fabricate an excuse for my 'girlfriend's' absence. I counted down the days until Kasey's flight arrived, and I met her near baggage claim with a dozen roses in hand. She threw herself into me and we hugged for what felt like hours. She had tears in her eyes, which almost made me cry myself as it felt so amazing to see her and hold her again for the first time in ages. As we waited for her bags, I couldn't help but look her over as she spoke with me excitedly, and I marveled at how she'd filled out. Kasey is quite petite like her Mom, standing only about five foot two, with a slender build, but rather large breasts for her small frame. She has long blonde hair, ice blue eyes and a wonderful smile. I was reminded a bit of Jessica Simpson, but I honestly believe that comparison falls short. My daughter is just as pretty, but she's also brilliant and let's be honest, Ms. Simpson is, well, not so much. We drove to my home with the top down, and chatted about everything and nothing. Kasey was tired after the long flight and wanted a nap, so once we got her settled in she changed into a cute pair of pink pajamas and retired to bed after kissing me on the cheek. I watched her walk away and had to admire her taut bottom encased in just the tight pajama shorts. A large part of me felt guilty for thinking of her that way, but it was hard not to as she really was a stunning creature. Over the next few days Kasey and I spent every waking hour together. On previous visits we had done most of the touristy things, so she was more content to just relax at the beach or pool with me, and maybe hit a museum or two. The first time she came out the back door in her bikini I was astounded. If she were taller, I have no doubt she would have been a supermodel. Her amazing young body appeared barely encased in a red bikini that left little to the imagination. We sat side by side on two chaise lounges, and chatted while she applied lotion to her skin. I tried not to stare but honestly stole a few peeks as she lathered her body with sunscreen. I shook my head to clear the illicit thoughts and suggested I make a couple of cold drinks for us. Kasey asked for something frozen, and fortunately I had some strawberry daiquiri mix left over from a party, so I blended up a pitcher and rejoined her on the patio with two frosty glasses. It was wonderful to just sit next to her and hear about everything going on in her life. I learned all about her classes and friends, and it appeared that outside of her old boyfriend, she was challenged yet genuinely happy at school. It filled my heart with joy to hear her talk so excitedly about her studies, things many her age might find completely boring. On occasion we would get up and jump into the pool to cool off a bit, before settling back onto our chairs to resume our conversation. As she stood on the deck drying off, I once again admired her lithe young figure. Her abs were tight, making her breast appear larger than they really were. Her legs, while on the shorter end, were lean and toned, and her bottom appeared as firm as that of the average twelve year olds. At one point Kasey rolled onto her stomach and held the lotion out to me. "Daddy, will you put sunscreen on my back?" she asked, and I was only too happy to comply. Her skin was soft and warm, and I slowly caressed the lotion all over her back. She untied her top so I could cover all her skin, and I even got a hint of the white meat of her breasts as they were pressed out to her sides. After lubing her back, I moved to her feet and slowly moved up Kasey's sleek legs. I took my time heading north, but finally made it to her thighs and bottom. It was surreal as I was kneeling next to her, applying lotion to her pretty bottom, but she made no attempt to move and just relaxed as I stroked her ass. Reluctantly, I made my way back to my own chair and sat down, but couldn't keep my eyes off my daughter's perfect body. As much as I loved spending every second with her, I did feel a bit guilty at occupying so much of her time. "You don't mind spending so much time with me, do you sweetheart? I mean, if you'd like, I can introduce you to some of the younger guys from work," I asked, secretly hoping she'd decline. "Dad, I didn't come out here to see boys, I came to see you," she responded, much to my relief. "I'm done with boys anyway. I want a man who knows how to treat a woman," she added, and I was left to ponder just what she meant as she did not elaborate and I was too afraid to ask. Kasey looked at me intently, and then asked, "What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" I told her the truth, that I had not been out with a woman in quite a while, and she just shook her head ruefully and stated flatly, "Dad, you're the sweetest, most handsome guy I know. Any woman would be lucky to have you." I couldn't repress a grin as her words sunk in. While I'm sure she may have know men more handsome, her comment still made my chest swell with pride. Over another daiquiri, I explained that I had to leave her on Thursday evening for a corporate event, but she didn't seem to mind. I joked about my predicament of needing a date, detailing the fib I had told my work colleagues. She surprised me by saying, "I'd love to go as your date, Daddy." I have to admit, Kasey was every bit the young hottie I had bragged about to my associates. My assumption was that she wanted to go as my daughter, but was surprised when she stated, "It would be great to pretend to be your girlfriend. Think we could pull it off?" I felt a tingle run through my body at the thought of such a lovely date, but tried to push the image out of my head as quickly as possible. A forty-something guy like me would be amazingly fortunate to have someone as lovely as Kasey, yet I felt uncomfortable with the idea of her playing my girlfriend. What exactly might we have to do to prove we were in fact lovers to satisfy my associates? The more I thought about it however, the more it made sense. We didn't resemble one another very much, so I doubt anyone would instantly figure her for family. I only had two photos of Kasey at work, and both were taken years before, so I doubted even those who had been in my office would pick up on anything. I figured at least she'd know a lot more about me than any escort, which would make my deception easier to pull off, so I reluctantly agreed. Kasey had not packed an appropriate dress for the event, so I decided that I would take her shopping to pick out an outfit for the evening. When I broke the news to her, I could tell she was conflicted as she didn't want me to spend too much on her. I assured her I could afford it, so with a huge grin she acquiesced and within minutes we were on the road. The sales assistant was very helpful and showed Kasey a number of dresses in her size. After trying on more than a few, each one stunning in my eyes, she settled on a strapless black cocktail dress that came to about mid-thigh. Perhaps it was too sexy for a father-daughter dinner, but it was the one she really wanted so I slapped the card down and it was hers. It was ridiculously expensive, but my daughter was worth every penny. Next, we made our way to a shoe store, where Kasey was shown a number of options before settling on a pair of black heels. She explained that she also needed stockings, so after picking out a pair we put them on the counter along with the shoes. With that, she informed me she had everything needed for the evening, so we walked hand in hand towards the car and headed for home. We spent the next few days hanging out more like good friends than father and daughter. Never before had I experienced the depth of her sense of humor and sharp wit. She really had matured since I'd been away, and I loved the fact that she had become so much more confident. All the money I put down on her schooling appeared to be well spent. In spite of myself, I just couldn't help soak in her beauty as we chatted. In my job I was on occasion surrounded by starlets, but I can honestly say none more lovely than my own daughter. I had no doubt that if she chose a career in Hollywood; she would be a smashing success. Thursday evening arrived and I paced my room with nervous energy before jumping in the shower. I was always apprehensive before a major corporate function, but never more so than that evening. The idea that I was escorting my own daughter as my date, knowing we were intent on deception, was mind-boggling. After climbing into my nicest black suit, I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a martini to settle my nerves. Only moments later, I heard the telltale sound of heels clicking on tile, and knew Kasey had dressed and was on her way. My pulse pounded more rapidly every second as I awaited my daughter's appearance. Finally, Kasey strode around the corner and entered the kitchen. Under the bright lights of the cooking space, she looked simply striking. I had seen Kasey in the sexy cocktail dress when we purchased it, but not complete with the rest of her ensemble. With her hair perfectly done, and her sleek hose and dark shoes, she appeared every bit an image out of a fashion magazine. She normally went without makeup, but she clearly had added just a touch of color, highlighting her eyes and cheekbones. She stood before and asked, "So, what do you think, Daddy?" I was speechless for a moment, but then uttered one completely honest word, "Gorgeous." With that, I cocked my elbow and asked, "Shall we?" Kasey gave me her patented killer smile, wrapped her arm around my own and responded, "Of course, kind sir." As we drove I felt the need to provide Kasey as many details as possible about what she might encounter that evening. I kicked myself for not having done it earlier, but what could I do? My mind had been preoccupied with efforts to ward off illicit thoughts about my baby. I had invented a name for my imaginary girlfriend, so I explained for the evening she was going to be Tiffany. I did not tell her the inspiration was her freshman roommate, who I had always thought was super cute. Kasey was happy with the name as she was sure she'd remember; I just hoped she would not put two and two together and understand I once lusted for her young friend. She must have sensed my nervousness, because she said, "Relax, Daddy. Trust me; I'll be the perfect date." As apprehensive as I was, for the first time I actually thought we just might pull it off. We pulled up to the event where we were met by a valet. I walked around to the passenger side to assist Kasey from her seat. I reached for her hand, and she gave me a smile as she placed her small palm within my own. My eyes were momentarily diverted as the hem of her dress had ridden up so close to her crotch that I just had to sneak a peek. I quickly averted my eyes so she wouldn't see where I was looking. I led Kasey around the room hand in hand and introduced her to both colleagues and clients. She was completely charming, and engaged everyone like she had done the corporate routing numerous times before. Almost to a person they all did double takes, looking back and forth between the two of us. I'm sure they were wondering just how I'd manage to snag a beauty like her, but I tried to act like it was no big deal. I think my associates always respected me, but I believe my daughter helped ratchet that up to a new level altogether. As the evening wore on, we got to spend more time alone together, yet even then we carried on the charade. We held hands and hugged more than we had since she was a toddler. There was a band playing, and a number of couples had taken to the dance floor. Kasey had told me she and her girlfriends from school loved to go out dancing, so I asked if she'd care for a twirl. She accepted and soon she was in my arms on the floor. I had slow danced with my daughter at family weddings when she was a child, but I had never held her like that as an adult. She rested her head on my shoulder, and let me lead as I held her close. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against me as I guided her around the room. I tried my best to avoid thinking about how erotic the experience was, but my body was in sensory overload. Her hair tickled my chin and I could feel her warm breath on my neck. The sweet smell of her perfume wafted into my nose, which sent a shiver down my spine. In spite of my efforts to keep cool, pressure began building in my groin as my cock became semi-erect. Date With My Daughter Kasey and I danced a few songs as I think each of us were reluctant to part, I know I was anyway. I let her lead the way back to the bar, giving my tented slacks a small measure of cover from any prying eyes. We each enjoyed another glass of champagne and toasted the wonderful evening we shared. I just couldn't help but stare into her ice blue eyes as we chatted, lost in her beauty. I saw her blush and didn't know if it was from excitement or embarrassment from my steely gaze, but she looked lovely with a hint of pink in her cheeks. At one point I excused myself to hit the men's room, and when I returned I found Kasey chatting with a well dressed gentleman who looked to be in his mid to late thirties. I stayed back a bit to watch the exchange, wondering if someone might be stealing my date. Not that I could complain mind you as she was my daughter after all. The guy was standing rather close for someone who just met her, and exuded confidence. He seemed a little too slick for me, but wondered if Kasey might find him intriguing. Something about him made me uneasy, so I walked back to my daughter's side and said hello. The man appeared very disappointed that someone was interrupting his attempted hookup. Kasey introduced me as her boyfriend, and then said, "You'll have to excuse us, I need another dance with my lover." The look on his face was priceless as she leaned in and kissed my lips softly, then we walked away hand in hand. If I didn't know better I would have thought he was five years old and I just stole his favorite toy. When we reached the dance floor, Kasey pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "I hope you didn't mind that Daddy, he was a total creep." "Of course not, he looked like a creep to me too," I replied. Secretly I wished it was more about her wanting to get closer to me, but I understood. Kasey and I danced another few songs until I noticed that the crowd had really thinned out and thought it was time for us to head home as well. We said our goodbyes to my colleagues, and then made our way out the door. As we waited for my car, my boss gave me a hearty pat on the back and a wink, as if to say, "Have fun tonight, you lucky dog." After giving a tip to the valet, I helped Kasey into her seat and stole a look at her lithe legs once more. I also got a quick shot down her top at the cleavage created by her glorious mounds. She really was perfect. As we drove home Kasey reached for my hand and held it in her own. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Daddy. Thank you so much for everything," she said with a glint in her eye. It was hard to keep my own eyes on the road with something so lovely sitting at my side. I squeezed her hand and replied, "No. Thank you, sweetie. You were the perfect date." For some reason, I just felt compelled to use the word date and keep the illusion going. "Best date I ever had," she responded, then added softly, "So far." The car went completely silent after the exchange, but my mind was racing. What exactly did she mean by, "So far?" My skin tingled with the possibilities. When we arrived home, I felt a nervous energy being all alone with my daughter. A part of me wanted to get away from her and retire to the safety of my room, but the stronger part deeply wanted to stay close. I thought about asking her to dance again, but that seemed way too overt, so instead I suggested a late-night swim. Kasey thought it was a great idea and went to her room to change while I did the same. I couldn't help but imagine what she would look like peeling off her lovely dress to expose her creamy skin. In my mind she was wearing sexy black panties underneath, which molded tightly around her firm young bottom. My cock grew rigid at the thought, and I was glad she was not there to notice. I climbed into my swim trunks, and quickly made my way to the pool. I hoped the cool water would reduce the swelling, and figured it would be best to be in it prior to her arrival as I didn't want her to notice my bulge. My daughter took longer than I expected, and I wondered if maybe she had decided to go to bed instead. She had enjoyed a few glasses of champagne during the event, so I would not have been shocked if she turned in. Just as I was ready to climb out of the pool to check on her, Kasey came out the door carrying two large tumblers in her hands. She had on another of her tiny bikinis, and was a vision as she sauntered across the deck under the bright light from the floods on my home. With a smile, she said, "I made us a couple drinks. I hope you like margaritas, Daddy." She walked down the concrete steps and slowly waded in towards me holding the cups high. I took a glass from her hand, and she said, "Cheers." We tapped our cups together, and each took a long pull of the cold liquid. The tequila burned as it went down my throat, as clearly it was no virgin margarita. I pondered momentarily if Kasey was a virgin herself, but assumed she was not. Hate to say it, but I was jealous of anyone who was graced to spend time in her bed. We looked at each other in silence for quite a while, then made our way to the shallow end. Without a word, we sat close to one another upon the steps. I wanted to say something, anything, to let Kasey know how much I enjoyed our evening, but was afraid to wreck the mood. Fortunately, she found the right words and said, "Tonight was perfect, Dad." "Yes it was," I muttered, trying not to appear overly enthusiastic. Kasey gave me with a soft smile, then leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but wrap my hand around her waist and pulled her close. She turned her head up and looked into my eyes. I was unable to stop myself as I leaned down and planted a soft kiss upon her lips. The peck lasted but a second, and then I pulled away. Kasey's eyes were closed, and with her head still tilted upwards it appeared she was waiting for more. I took a deep breath and moved forward to kiss her again. I was afraid that she might push me away in horror, but only a moment later her mouth opened and I felt her tongue snake across my lips. I heard a soft, contented sigh as my tongue touched hers for the first time. We kissed tenderly until Kasey stood and climbed onto my lap, and then planted her lips upon mine once more. I had not held her in that way since she was a child and the sudden closeness flooded my heads with warm memories. I had one hand around her waist while the other rested upon her lap, softly caressing her thigh. In my mind I kept seeing visions of her perfect breasts and wondered if she would let me touch them. I slowly moved my hand to her tummy and started softly stroking it as we kissed. She moaned into my mouth as I gently traced my fingers up her side, gradually working my way closer to her chest. I began tracing my fingers back and forth just below her mounds, and then decided it was time to take the next step. Nervously, I eased my hand upwards and cupped her right breast. I heard a sharp intake of breath, but no rebuke, so I slowly closed my hand and began kneading her firm flesh. Kasey began whimpering as I caressed one, then the other of her magnificent tits. She surprised me by reaching behind her neck to release her top, which fell across my hand. I was only too happy to move my palm for a moment, and then quickly placed it back upon her bare breast for the first time. My fingers found her hard nipples, and I began rolling them between my fingers as our tongues continued to dance together. I could have sat there like that all night, but rapidly changed my mind when Kasey finally broke our kiss and said, "Take me to bed, Daddy." At that point an army couldn't have stopped me from doing just that. I kept my arm around her back, but removed my other from her breast and slid it under her thighs, lifting her from the pool. We dripped water all the way to my room, but I didn't care as I had one thing on my mind; making love to my daughter. Once in my room, I set Kasey down to stand beside my bed. I kissed her once more, and then set about taking off her swimsuit. She had only unhitched the upper strings of her top, leaving it hanging down from under her chest. I reached behind her and undid the remaining catch, and tossed it on the floor. I stood admiring my daughter's perfect breasts for a moment, before dropping to my knees to remove her bottom. My hands were actually shaking with excitement as I grasped the fabric running over each hip. I looked up into Kasey's eyes and found her staring down upon me with a twinkle in her eyes. It was clear she wanted me to proceed, and proceed I did. I leaned forward and began kissing the soft skin of her tummy as I slowly eased her bikini down her legs. She lifted her feet and I tossed the wet cloth alongside her discarded top. Kasey held my head as I placed butterfly kisses across her belly, and then slowly lowered my face. I ran my tongue down her torso until I reached the apex of her young snatch. I slid my hands between her thighs, and grasped her taut bottom, then forced her legs slightly apart with my arms. I then slowly ran my tongue down her bare folds and began lapping at her sex. I love to eat pussy, and Kasey's was by far the most beautiful I'd ever seen, completely shaven with engorged lips. Sadly, at that moment it tasted more of chlorine from the pool than I would have liked, but with each lick her juiced flowed and I experienced more of her natural womanly taste and smell. Kasey had her hands on my head, sometimes running her fingers through my hair, sometimes pressing my face deeper into her sweet honey pot. I wanted greater access to her treasure, so I turned her back to the bed before pushing her towards the mattress. She landed in a lump, but I quickly moved between her legs once more, spreading them wide so I could feast of her pretty pussy. I started licking deeper and deeper, savoring her flavor and growing more excited hearing her moans and whimpers. I moved a hand between her legs and slid two fingers inside her tight tunnel as I licked and sucked her folds. Kasey's body seemed to move uncontrollably, and I could just tell she loved my ministrations. Occasionally I would use the tip of my tongue to toy with her clit, but not for long as I wanted to tease her and heighten her arousal before bringing her off. Kasey began grinding her crotch into my face. Her young thighs wrapped around my head, locking me in place to continue my assault of her soaking sex. It was obvious she was close, so I began moving my fingers in and out more rapidly and gently sucked her tiny clit into my mouth. The response was immediate as she launched herself against me, thrusting her hips up and down off the bed. Her moaning increased until she was almost yelling, then she screeched, "Oh, Daddy," and came with a roar. Her thighs almost popped my head they help me so tightly, before she eased them apart and sank back onto the bed with a contented sigh. I assumed her clit may be too sensitive, but I wanted to keep her arousal at a peak, so I backed off a bit and began nibbling on her thighs and kissing all around her crotch. She made whimpering sounds as I occasionally ran my tongue up and down her labia, then I'd move away to focus on other areas before moving back. I figured Kasey was clean after our time in the pool, so I pushed her knees up to her bottom to really open her up. I then ran my tongue down to her bottom and started to gently flick it across her tight little star. My guess is nobody had ever done that to her before because she almost jumped off the bed as I toyed with her back door. I licked her like that for a minute or two, then traced my tongue back up between her spread legs and licked her pussy once more. Kasey began undulating her hips, so I tried to match her movements with my own. I slid two fingers back inside her, and concentrated the attention of my tongue on her lips and clit. I recalled how she responded to my anal play, so I ran my other hand to her bottom and began gently sliding my thumb back and forth across her ass hole as I orally attacked her front. Her body rocked as contented sighs and moans escaped her lips. Every now and then I would hear her call out to me with an, "Oh, Daddy," as she basked in the sensations. As with her first orgasm, the tone of her vocalizations grew until she was almost screaming. Her hips jacked up and down in time with my insistent digits, as my tongue danced all over her hard little clit. She came hard, and I lapped up her copious secretions, reveling in her flavor. In all my life I had never wanted to please another person the way I wanted to please Kasey, so I was very happy that I took her to two strong orgasms. I slowly moved up her body, kissing, licking and caressing as I went, lavishing attention on her hard nipples in particular. I lay down beside her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She began softly kissing my lips, a look of complete satisfaction in her sparkling eyes. Kasey rested her head on my chest and I held her like I did when she was a child. She must have seen the bulge in my swim trunks, because I felt her grasp my cock through the damp material and squeeze if gently. A shiver ran down my spine as she slowly moved down my body and kneeled at my hip. She grasped my shorts and pulled them down my legs, exposing my hard cock to her hungry eyes. Kasey casually caressed my thigh, when moved her hand up to cup my balls. She then wrapped her fingers around my cock and lashed it with long, slow strokes. A big grin spread across her lovely face, and she asked, "Feel good?" "Amazing," was all I could grunt in reply as I basked in the wonderful sensations her palm was providing. She leaned over and began licking the tip of my cock, then took the head inside and began sucking on it softly as she continued to pump my shaft. Her long blonde hair caressed my thighs as her head bobbed up and down, sending my body into overdrive. I was surprised when she lifted her head and hand off my cock and climbed atop me after only sucking me for a minute or so. She must have sensed my initial disappointment, because she said, "Sorry, Daddy. I don't really like doing that." I had never been a selfish person in bed, and I certainly didn't want my daughter to do anything she did not enjoy, so I told her so. A big smile crossed her face, and she stated, "Don't worry Daddy, I like doing this." With that, she grasped my cock in her hand and rose up above me. In one downward motion, she slowly impaled herself on my rigid tool. The sensation was amazing! I had never been buried so deep inside anyone so hot and tight. The fact that it was my own daughter's pussy made it all the more surreal, but exciting. Kasey drew herself up, and then pushed down upon me again. She slowly increased her tempo until she was riding me hard and fast. She had a look of great determination on her face, as though she was determined to make me cum quickly. I desperately wanted to hold off, but was doubtful of my own abilities as her pussy was squeezing my cock exquisitely. Thankfully the cocktails had numbed my senses a tad; otherwise I would have already shot my wad. I felt a bit guilty laying back and letting Kasey do most of the work, so I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself on top between her outstretched legs. She looked surprised by my swift action, but when I started pumping her firmly she whimpered and sank her head back into a pillow. I intentionally slowed from our previous frenetic pace, but slowly built the tempo minute by minute. Kasey began moaning just as she had done when I went down on her, so I hoped she was ready to cum again. My own balls began to tingle so I knew mine was close too, I just prayed I could make her climax first. She grasped my hips and dug her nails into my skin, pulling our bodies together. A tingle ran up my spine and my legs tightened as a powerful orgasm overtook my senses and my balls emptied with a gush into my baby girl. I heard a loud wailing sound as Kasey stiffened below me, and instantly knew she had reached her peak as well. I was exhausted and collapsed in a heap on top of my daughter, our sweaty bodies gasping for breath. I rolled off to lie at her side, and pulled Kasey into a tight embrace. We cuddled side by side for a long while in silence, when she asked, "Daddy, I was thinking about doing grad school here in LA. When I graduate, can I come live here with you?" I could not have been more thrilled with the prospects, and replied, "Of course, princess." A huge smile was pasted across my face as I felt her drift off to sleep in my arms.