20 comments/ 238849 views/ 52 favorites Teasing Dad By: SexyBrunette000 ---First, I want to say that I do not condone incest in any way. I just write for the enjoyment of others. I know that there are many people who enjoy reading such stories and decided to contribute mine. All characters are made up and do NOT represent any one or any situation. This is complete fiction. This is the first story I have written. I know it is long but it will be worth it. Any comments are welcome.--- * I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Kristen; I am 18 years old and like the guys say "a total babe". I am not conceited but have been told by many guys. I do admit that I am a tease and enjoy it. I am not a slut though. I have only slept with one guy and he was my boyfriend. I have "hooked up" with a few guys but nothing major. Like I said, I just like to tease and I am good at it. I know you men (maybe women too) are wondering what I look like. I am 5'3 and weigh 115 pounds. I have brownish/blonde hair down to my shoulders. I have bright green eyes and full soft lips. My body is trim and fit. I have tan skin that I keep very smooth. I have 34C breast and a tight full ass. I am a total girly girl and dress as such. Here is my dirty little story: It was mid summer and very hot. It hasn't rained in weeks and the ground is dry and hot. You can see the kids trying to cook eggs on the pavement. Silly kids. I laugh as the boys in this little group stare at me wide eyed as I jog by. Even though it is hot, I still want to keep fit. I brought two water bottles with me and have already gone through an entire bottle. I have decided that I will cut this run short; it is just way too hot to do my regular route. If I turn at the next street, this last water bottle should last until I make it home. I can't wait to jump in the pool; it is calling my name. First, is a nice cold rinse in our outdoor shower. As I turned onto our side street I noticed my hot neighbor outside washing his car. As soon as I saw him I instantly thought of a way to tease him. I decided I would go change into my skimpy bikini before rinsing off in the outdoor shower. This will get his attention better then a t-shirt and shorts. He hasn't noticed me yet so I will catch him by surprise, my favorite. When I opened the front door I heard someone in the kitchen. I yelled hi and heard my Dad respond, "Hi Kristen! I heard him say something else but I was already closing my bedroom door. Oh well, I have to get outside fast before my neighbor went inside. I quickly changed into my sexiest bikini. It is a bright red with white polka dots on the top and bottom. Its a string bikini and trust me, it fits its name. I grabbed a beach towel and some sun tan lotion. Time to put on my show! I ran downstairs and went straight for the kitchen to grab another water bottle. My Dad was still there but was busy on the phone. I noticed the house was quiet and realized we the only ones home. That is even better; no one will disturb me while I am outside. I went out to the deck and set my things down and went straight for the outdoor shower. It happens to be on the side of the deck facing my neighbor's driveway. I turned it on and made sure it was nice and cool. I wanted his attention so I flicked on the outdoor stereo and made sure it was pretty loud. He turned around right away startled by the sound. I pretended not to notice but he was staring right at me. I acted like I had no idea and thoroughly rinsed my sweaty body off. I made sure I slowly caressed my skin as the cool water ran down my entire body. I was watching him out of the corner of my eye and saw him watching. I don't think he did it on purpose but his hand had moved to his crotch. I smiled to myself. After having enough I turned the shower off and strutted over to my towel. After drying off, I squirted some sun tan lotion onto my hand and began to slowly rub it onto my body. I could still see him watching. His hand hadn't left his crotch. I made sure I touched every inch of my body just to torture him. When I was done, I turned to him and pretended to just now notice him. I waved hi which caught him off guard. He quickly moved his hand away from his crotch and gave a nervous wave. He left his car still covered in soap and went right in the house. I just grinned. I decided to lie down and catch some sun before diving into the pool. I relaxed on my back and looked up. I noticed my Dad standing in the doorframe staring at me. He had a look on his face that I had never seen him make before. As soon as I realized his erection he realized I had caught him and walked away. It took me a second to comprehend what had just happened. Had I turned my own father on? Oh my God, I did! I lay there thinking about how I had just made my father horny. His own daughter turned him on. Was this the first time it happened or just the first time I caught him? So much was going through my mind that I had totally forgotten about our neighbor. I finished tanning, making sure I gave each side an even chance. I was about to dive into the pool when the idea hit me. I want to tease my father some more. Make him horny again. Just thinking about it made my pussy wet. I was getting so turned on thinking about all the things I wanted to do to make my Dad want me. Oh, this was exciting. I couldn't wait to start and completely skipped my dip in the pool. I strutted into the kitchen and saw my Dad coming out of the bathroom. I immediately looked at his crotch hoping to see that huge tent again. He said a quick hi and went into the living room. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. I decided to start right away since we were alone anyway. I took a quick shower and changed into a very short and sexy summer dress. I decided not to wear any panties and put on a cleavage friendly bra. I did my hair in a sexy up-do and subtle make up. I did a last check in the mirror and was instantly turned on by the thought of my Dad seeing me looking like this. I was wet again, very wet. I can't believe how excited I am getting thinking about my Dad. Who wouldn't really? He was a very handsome man. Everyone always told him he looked great for his age and he really did. He stayed fit and had a strong, toned body. He was about 6'3 and had very muscular arms and chest. His skin was tan and his hair was still a nice dark brown. He has bright green eyes and a very warm smile. Women loved him. He loved women and dated often since he and my Mom are divorced. He went out on plenty of dates but never brought anyone home. For the first time I thought of my Dad as sexy. I began to wonder what it would be like to fuck him. Ok, enough daydreaming, it is time to start this show! I quickly went down the stairs and strutted across the living room. "Hi Dad!" I chirped as I walked in front of him. I could feel his eyes staring at me. He quietly responded with "Hi sweetie", but this time, full of lust. I smiled. I asked him if he would like a drink and he just nodded. His still hadn't taken his eyes off me. I asked if water was fine and he nodded again. I strutted into the kitchen and saw a note on the fridge. It was from my brother, which said he wouldn't be home until Sunday. Since it was Friday afternoon, I became excited at the idea of have my Dad all weekend! Here is where I decided I wanted to do more then tease; I want my Dad to fuck me! I looked at him from the kitchen. He had returned his attention to the TV. To get is attention back I "accidentally" knocked a spoon off the counter. I knew this would get his attention and took advantage of it. I bent over at the hip with my back to him. I smiled knowing I had just exposed my bare pussy and ass cheeks to my Dad. I heard a gasp from him and knew I did it again. I cheerfully said "oops!" and giggled. I could see in the reflection on the fridge that he was still staring at me, jaw dropped. I wanted to lure him into the kitchen and quickly figured out how. I called to him, "Dad, could you come help me for a second?" Without responding he got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. I pretended to reach for the top shelf in the cabinet and made my dress hike up and exposed my ass to him. I heard another gasp that he tried to keep quiet. As he got closer he asked what I needed. I turned with a smile and said I needed a glass from the top shelf. I stepped back to give him access to the cabinet. I looked at his crotch and saw he had an erection again. His cock looked huge! Even constrained behind his shorts and whatever he was wearing underneath it looked huge. I felt myself get wet again at the thought of his huge cock. Oh, how I wanted it in me. I restrained from jumping him right there and carried on the charade. He gave me the glass I asked for and I thanked him. Instead of walking away he just stood there, looking at me. He muttered "so sexy" under his breath. I knew I wasn't supposed to hear that but went with it. I responded with "thank you!" He looked shocked that I had heard that and seemed a little nervous. His huge cock still trying to break out. "I'm sorry Kristen, I shouldn't have...I am sorry." I loved how nervous he was. I knew my little show was working and I was driving him nuts. If he only knew how turned on I was. I gave him a smile and said, "Oh Dad, don't worry! I am glad you think I look sexy. I was hoping you would." I didn't mean for that last part to come out. It just sort of slipped. I became really nervous at what he would do. I wasn't planning on being that forward and was afraid I ruined everything. At first, he seemed shocked. It seemed like eternity before he finally responded. He gave me warm smile and said, "so that dress is for me?" I could see the lust in his eyes. His cock jumped in his pants and I felt more warmth in my pussy. I went with it, figuring this was my chance. I slowly moved toward him and gave a nod. I asked "do you like it?" He grinned and moved toward me. We had moved so close to one another we were just seconds from touching. I looked into his eyes and said, "You know Dad, I'm not wearing any panties." I knew this was moving fast, a lot faster then I had planned. I was so turned on that I just couldn't help myself. He whispered "Oh, Kris. You are so sexy. I know I shouldn't but I.." Before he even finished his sentence he wrapped his strong arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss. I kissed back and was over come by the feeling of his arms around me. I could feel his huge cock against me and felt like I might explode. "I want you!" was all I could get out. That was all he needed. He lifted me off the floor and placed me on the counter. For the fist time my pussy was even with his cock and I craved it. He continued to kiss me as he unzipped my dress. I yanked at his shirt and pulled it over his head. He began to kiss down my neck as he pulled the top of the dress down. He pulled the dress down so quickly my perky breast bounced in my bra. He gave a low growl and buried his face in my cleavage. His growl made my pussy so wet it was dripping. I had never felt so wanted and so sexy then I did in this moment with my father. Oh, how much I wanted him. It sent a shiver down my spine to my hot pussy. He unclipped my bra with one hand and pulled it off with the other. He cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed around them. He took my left nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked like he just wanted to swallow it. "OooOhh!" I moaned. It felt so good. "Oh, Dad. Ohhhhh!" This encouraged him and he moved to the other nipple. This time he sucked harder and used his hand to play with my other nipple. "Ahh!" I gasped as he nibbled my right nipple. It sent a shock straight to my cunt. I craved his touch and just melted in his arms. He lifted me off the counter and pulled the dress the rest of the way off. As he let it drop to the floor, I wrapped my legs around him. We kissed again only this time with more hunger and passion. He carried me to the living room and placed me gently on the couch. He wanted me so bad I could feel it in every inch of my body. I loved how he was being rough but gentle at the same time. He knelt before me. "Your pussy smells so good! Oh, God Kristen how I want you. I have dreamt of this for so long. You make me so horny!" All I could do was smile. I had never wanted someone the way I wanted him. He spread my legs gently with his hands. He looked at my pussy and then at me. "You shave! How sexy!" He did that growl again as he parted my pussy lips with his tongue. "Uhhhh!" His tongue felt amazing. He slowly slid it up and down my slit. The closer he got to my clit the more I wanted to scream. Just before touching it he would move away. I knew he was teasing me and it only made me want him more. He stuck his tongue inside me began to fuck me with his tongue. "Ohhh! Oh Dad! Oh my God!" He moved his tongue in faster and faster. I began moving my hips up to his face trying to get him to go deeper. He surprised me when he replaced his tongue with his finger. I was so wet it just slid right in. He moved his tongue to my clit and began to lick around it. He then pushed two fingers in me and fucked me with his hand. "OHH! Ahhhh! Ohhh Daddy! Don't stop. I want it! I want it!" He hummed against my pussy, which just made me crazy. He began to suck my clit and flick it crazily with his tongue as he fucked me harder and faster with his fingers. "Oh Dad! Ooooohhh! Oh my God! I'm cuming! Oh god I'm cuming!!" He shoved a third finger in me and pumped. This sent me right over the edge and I came all over his face. My body shook and I screamed! He licked up all my cum. I came down from my orgasm and said "Dad, that was amazing! Oh, that was so awesome!" He smiled and he pulled me towards him. We kissed again and I could taste my juices in his mouth. "You taste so sweet Princess. Daddy loves making you cum" I reached for his pants and quickly had the button and zipper undone. "Are you sure sweetie? You don't have too if you don't want too." I could hear how much he cared and it just made me hotter. "I want you Daddy. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard!!" I have never seen someone take pants off so fast. When he took off his boxers his cock sprung out. I had never seen one so large! It was at least 10 inches. My face must have shown my surprise. "You like Daddy's cock Baby?" I couldn't even respond. I gripped it and aimed it at my pussy. I wanted it in me so bad. "Oh yeah Baby! My little girl wants that cock!" With a quick move of hips he thrust his huge cock into my pussy. I was so wet it slid right in. I moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohh Daddy, it is so huge! Oh, God! Oh FUCK ME! FUCK ME DADDY!" He thrust deep inside me and groaned. His huge cock seemed to fill me and it wasn't even all the way in! I wanted it all. I wanted as much cock as I could get. "Give it to me Daddy! I want it all!" With this he lifted me up as he stood. I was amazed that he was able to do it while keeping his cock inside. He sat on the couch and his cock pushed deeper in me. "OHHH! OH DADDY!!!!!!" I moaned and moved up and down on his huge cock. It was so huge and it pulsated inside me. "You did it Kristen! You took it all! Oh Baby, Oh sweetie! Pump those hips. You're so tight!! OH yeah! Fuck my cock. Oh YES! Go faster, harder. OHHHH YEESS!" I fucked him as hard as I could. I could feel another orgasm building. I kept riding him until he yelled, "OH BABY I'M CUMING! OHHH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" We both erupted at the same time filling the house with screams of passion. "FUUUCCKKK!" he yelled. I just screamed. I could form no words. I collapsed onto him and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I could still feel his huge cock inside me as my body gave its last twitch. His cock slowly shrunk as we tried to catch our breath. "That was amazing!" I said with a grin. He sighed and said "You were amazing Baby!" We cuddled with me still on his lap for a while. He interrupted the silence with "Sweetie, are you alright with what we did? I just want to know if you are OK." His sweet and caring voice was back. He was such a loving father and always had been. I smiled at hearing how concerned he was. I lifted my head and looked him in the eye. "Dad, I love what we just did. I really am fine. I want to keep doing it if it is OK with you." He kissed me and let it linger before he said, "I'm glad. As long as you are fine with it, we can keep having sex as much as you want. We shouldn't tell your brother though. Just keep it between us." I agreed and climbed off his lap. He looked me up and down and then at his own lap. He smiled and asked with a grin, "have you ever had an orgasm in the shower?" I responded with no and felt myself get wet again at the image in my mind. He jumped off the couch and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed. He slowly walked towards the bathroom as we kissed. Just before we got to the door he said "never huh? We have to change that." He gently let me down and I felt his huge cock jump up at me. I looked down and smiled. He reached down and slipped two fingers into my dripping wet pussy. "OOOhhhhh Daddy!" Teasing Dad Ch. 02 Authors Note: Back by popular demand, this is a continuation of my first story, "Teasing Dad". I suggest you read the first chapter before beginning this one to learn how it all began. To the people who are familiar with the first installment, I hope this is the story you've been waiting for! All characters are 18 years or older and do not represent any particular person. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Please don't forget to vote! ** My eyes slowly open and adjust to the bright light streaming through the windows. For a second I forget where I am. I look around and quickly realize it's my father's bedroom. I sigh and raise myself out of bed. I look at my Dad and see his steady breathing, signaling he is still sound asleep. As I walk towards the attached bathroom, I can feel my overworked pussy ache. This past weekend has been amazing but very tiring. I've honestly lost count of how many times my father and I have had sex in the past few days. That one session back on Friday in the family living room set off a string of passionate sex throughout the house. Basically any position you can imagine, we did. In every room, on pretty much any surface that worked at the time. The most I've had on clothing wise was one of his t-shirts while cooking dinner. As tired as I am, it was more then worth it. After relieving myself I return to bed wanting to get a few more hours of sleep in before we need to pretend that nothing happened, for my brother's arrival home. Just as I settle into a comfortable position, I can feel my father's hand slowly stroke my back. For a brief instant I actually considered feigning sleep but as his hand moved towards my ass, all want of sleep disappeared. Instead it was replaced by a growing wetness and need for relief. I turn towards him only to be greeted by a sneaky grin and a very excited cock. I put on my innocent girl face with matching voice that he loves so much and say, "Daddy, I just don't know what I'm supposed to do with that." He let a low growl and moved over me. He began kissing my neck and shoulders before saying, "Oh I know exactly what I want my little girl to do." In a flash he moved off the bed and pulled my body towards the side. When he was done my ass was right at the edge of the bed with him kneeling between my open legs. I shivered in excitement. My Dad began gently kissing my inner thighs right near my knees. He was going to drag this out, just to tease me. I laid back enjoying the feeling of his lips moving up my legs leading to my wet snatch. Such a simple touch but it was setting me on fire! As he reached edge of my pussy I was writhing in my spot trying so desperately to get his lips to touch my most sensitive ones. Instead he gently blew on my growing wetness that sent an amazing shiver up my spine and then moved to the other leg. I could barely lay still and was beginning to beg, "please! Please, I need it. God, just do it!" He chuckled but continued with his plan. It seemed like eternity before he finally returned to my pussy. I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his head and pushed him firmly towards my body. He didn't resist and finally made contact. I let out an approving moan as his tongue parted my lips and entered my waiting hole. I felt like I was already gushing and he had just begun. He used his hands to hold my legs open as I moved before him. He expertly fucked me with his tongue and it brought me just to the brink of orgasm. He sensed this and pulled back, prolonging the release. Instead he moved his tongue up and down the sides of my inner lips and then moved to my throbbing clit. It was already protruding out just begging for attention. As his tongue gave it a quick flick he moved two of his fingers to my slit and slipped one in, then the other. His tongue continued to work my clit as his fingers pounded in and out of my pussy. As I hovered just on the brink of orgasm, he sucked my clit into his mouth and I exploded. My body shook, my legs clenched around his head and I let out a loud drawn out cry. Without missing a beat he stood up, his face shiny from my juices and plunged his hard cock into my still twitching pussy. My loud cry of, "ohhhhhh God," filled the room as he dove right into rough fucking. He held my legs apart as wide as he could spread them as he thrust his throbbing tool in and out. He grunted and moaned. My body was bouncing back and forth with every move causing my boobs to jump around on my chest, exactly where his eyes were locked. I could feel him reaching deep inside me and knew another orgasm was on its way. I continued to moan and cry out to him, "oh yes! Fuck meee!" I kept moaning as my second orgasm of the morning approached. He gave my hip a loud slap and it sent me over the edge, "ohhhh fuuucckkkkkkk," filled the early morning air. Just as the last sound of my orgasmic cry finished, I heard a very familiar voice but one I never expected to hear. "Holy shit!" It was my brother. My Dad froze mid thrust and both our heads whipped towards the doorway to his bedroom. There my brother, Chad stood, his mouth gaping and a look of painful confusion on his face. It was justified though. He caught us at probably the worst time possible and we were still in a mid fucking position. My mind was racing. As calmly as possible my Dad pulled out and handed me a pillow to cover myself. I sat up carefully positioning the pillow in front of me but completely at a loss for words. Not knowing what else to do, I simply watched my brother's face. After grabbing a towel off a nearby chair and wrapping it around his waist, my father spoke. He calmly tried to reassure my brother but Chad cut him off mid sentence. "What the fuck is this?! This can't be happening. What's wrong with you?" He directed everything he said at our father, not at me. Suddenly, his face changed from confusion to anger, and it was aiming right at our father. "How could you? How could you do that to your own daughter?!" He was yelling now and I realized Chad thought this was our father's fault, that I was a victim not a participant. I moved off the bed still covering myself with a pillow to grab one of my father's t-shirts and slipped it on. I didn't have a plan but I went to my brother, and knew I had to do something. I just started talking, "Chad, it's not his fault. He didn't do this to me, more like I did it to him." He just looked at me. I continued, "Chad, please. We didn't plan this, it just happened. We never meant for you to find out, not like this." The room fell silent and we just stood there waiting. Chad finally spoke but only to say he didn't want to hear this anymore. He went straight for his room and slammed the door. I turned to my father and he just lowered his head. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing on what we were going to do. My Dad finally spoke my own thoughts and said he didn't know what to do either. We just looked at each other, neither one of us knew what to say. I finally said, "Well, I should go back to my room. Staying in here would only make it worse." I stood to leave but my father pulled me towards him and gave me a gentle but firm hug. It was a reassuring hug and for a second it did make me feel better, but it was short lived. Since sleep was out of the question I showered and threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I went into the kitchen and found a note on the counter. It was from my Dad saying he went to the office. I didn't blame him for leaving, but was still frustrated on what I should do. Finally I decided to go talk to Chad, well at least try. I knocked gently on his door but there was no response. I knocked again and said, "it's me, can I please come in?" There was a pause but the door opened and he let me in. The funny thing was, I went in there with no idea what I was going to say. I took a deep breath and asked a very dumb question, "are you ok?" I felt stupid as soon as I said it, since the answer would obviously be no. He gave me a look. I kept talking, "ok, stupid question. I just don't know what to say." I shrugged and just watched his face. He stared at me, looking right into my eyes as if he would find answers. I just sat in silence and waited. He then asked, "When did it start?" Since he was taking a direct approach I followed suit and told him it started on Friday. He continued, "Friday? That's it? I have to know Kristen. I have to know if it's been going on this whole time and I was completely oblivious." I shook my head no and again said it only started Friday. He took a deep breath. The room was silent again for several moments. I wanted to say so many things but decided it was better to let him do this on his terms, so I just waited. He started talking again, "I'm really freaked out by this. I mean, I can't even believed I walked in on...that." He looked so confused, so lost. He continued, "Is what you said true? Did you really start it? I mean, he didn't force you or anything did he?" I was touched that he was so concerned. I reassured him that it was true, that I initiated it and I was never forced in any way. He watched me intently as I spoke, but relaxed when I finished. "I know it's hard, but do you think you're going to be ok? I just don't want you to be miserable and hate us because of what you saw. I don't want things to ruin our relationship," I trailed off, once again at a loss for words. He actually cracked a slight smile, probably for my benefit and nodded that he would be ok. He told me it was just hard to believe, but he could never hate me. I was relieved but still nervous in the whole situation. Wanting a break, I decided to change the subject, "it's been a tough morning, how about I make some breakfast? Eggs and back sound good to you?" He smiled, a real smile this time and agreed. "Good, I'll let you know when it's ready then," I said with a smile. As I headed out of the bedroom door, he softly called my name. I turned to him and he quietly said, "I'm sorry I kind of stared at you before you covered yourself." I was surprised! I never even noticed he stared at me but I made sure to hide the shock from my face. He looked as if he felt so guilty and needed my reassurance. So, I gave it to him. I told him it was fine, and that he shouldn't worry about it. Still looking sad he whispered, "thanks." I nodded and walked out of the door. My mind now filled with thoughts of what my brother just said as I went to the kitchen to start breakfast. I decided to let it go, as it was probably just shock of the situation. Who wouldn't have stared after catching people having sex? I probably would have, at least for a second or two. Why did he feel so guilty though? After how he reacted, there's no way he actually had sexual feelings when seeing me naked, could he? My mind was racing with all sorts of questions and I had to make myself push them from my mind before calling my brother down for breakfast. We ate mostly in silence and the awkward tension was very heavy in the air. He helped me clear the table and load the dishwasher. When that was finished he headed for the stairs to return to his room. That's where he stayed for the rest of the day. There were countless times that I stood in front of his door wanting to make it all better, but knew there was no way I could. I left him alone hoping that would help him deal with everything that was going on inside of him. I spent my day watching movies and cleaning the house. When our father returned home he took one look around and I just shook my head, meaning things still weren't ok. He sighed and asked what happen while he was gone. I told him everything, and that despite our conversation I knew he was still very upset. After talking for a while we both agreed to let him deal with this on his terms for now and that it would be better to sleep apart tonight. We then both retreated to our separate rooms, after sharing a simple hug and a quick kiss. Several hours later I was awoken by the sound of my door opening. I turned towards my bedside lamp and reached for the lamp. A hand gently grabbed my arm and moved it away from the switch while a voice said, "It's ok, we don't need a light." It was my Dad. He climbed onto the bed and moved over me. I groaned and halfheartedly pushed him away. I began to speak but he covered my lips with his own instead. When he pulled away he whispered, "I know. I'm not supposed to be in here but I want you. I can't stand not being able to touch you." Whatever resistance I had in me, melted and I gave in to his advances. He was more then ready from the beginning and wanted to get right to fucking. I was surprised to find I was already very wet and needed no extra stimulation to get me ready. I moved out from beneath him and stripped off my panties and tank top. He simultaneously removed his boxers and t-shirt then settled onto his back. I slid on top of him and lowered my hot pussy on to his hard pole. Wanting to keep this naughty visit short to avoid a second accidental walk in, I focused on getting him off and not myself. As I moved myself up and down on his cock I turned my head slightly and couldn't believe what I saw. My door was partially open and my brother was standing there, watching. At first I thought he would freak out, but he just stood there in silence. I felt myself getting hotter knowing he was watching. I continued to fuck my Dad as I watched my brother watching me. I know he knew I could see him but he still didn't move. Well, something moved, it was his arm. By the distinct movements, I had a pretty good idea that he was jerking himself off. I began to really ride our father and he started moaning, "ohh yeah baby, fuck that cock." He started slapping my ass as I rode him harder. I never stopped watching my brother, and he still stood in the same spot with his arm seeming to move faster. I was so hot knowing we were being watched that I suddenly came with a violent orgasm. I didn't hold back my cries and felt my muscles tensing all over. My father came right after and did so with a loud drawn out grunt. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them Chad was gone. I moved off my father and lay next to him on my bed. I thought about telling him about Chad but decided to keep it to myself for now. Still thinking we were being sneaky; my father gave me a deep kiss and quietly slipped out of the room. I was floored at what just happened. My brother was getting off on our fucking and it made me hot as all hell. I laughed to myself when the thought, 'we're one fucked up family,' crossed through my mind. The next day I slept in pretty late. It was about 12pm when I finally woke up. There was a note on my nightstand from my Dad that read, "Morning Baby, I'll be working a little late today but I hope you'll be ready for some serious fucking when I get home!" I swear, he never runs out of steam for good sex. Oh well, I'm definitely not complaining! After taking a long shower I went downstairs to have some lunch. I was surprised but happy to find Chad in the kitchen already. He gave me an embarrassed smile and returned to what he was doing. I broke the silence with, "Hey. Sleep well?" He blushed and nodded. We moved around the kitchen in silence for several moments as we each made our own lunches. After eating he quickly cleaned up his messed and headed for the stairs. I decided to speak up, "so, are you just going to hide from me now?" I said it as gently as I could but knew it probably still stung. He turned slowly and said he was sorry, that he didn't want to. Next I said, "I'll meet you in the living room, so we can talk." He simply nodded and did as I said. After cleaning up I took a seat next to him on the couch. I just jumped right in, "I'm just going to say it. You know I saw you last night. I know you were watching and I know you liked it." He just looked at me and didn't say anything, but had a sad and guilty look on his face. I softened my voice and said, "don't worry, it's ok. I don't want you to feel bad, because you shouldn't." He looked shocked for a moment, and told me I should be pissed at him for what he did. I laughed and said, "Well I'm not. Actually, it made me hot knowing you were watching. I liked it." He was shocked before, but this blew him away! He stared at me dumbfounded but I could see movement begin in his sweatpants. I continued, "I'm serious. It was hot knowing you were watching and jerking off. I think it's why I came so hard." His face turned bright red but the movement in his crotch continued. I just waited for him to respond. He finally did after the pink left his face and said, "I couldn't help it. I heard Dad go into your room and I just had to see. How could I not want to see you naked again? You're beautiful." I thought it was cute and I smiled. He then had that confused look again as he began to speak, "Kris, is it wrong that I want you? I mean, it's not just because of what happened. I wanted you before that, for a long time before that. Seeing you and Dad just made it worse. At first I was pissed because I thought he was hurting you, but when you said that you started the whole thing I thought I might actually have a chance. Then I realized you being with Dad would mean you could never be with me, not that way. That's why I've been avoiding you, I can't stand seeing you but not being able to have you the way I want." I didn't even know what to say. I never would have seen that coming but after last night, it didn't surprise me as much as it would have before. He was searching my face for a response and I could tell he was nervous. I smiled again and as I was about to speak, he leaned over and kissed me. I instinctually kissed back and we were soon engaged in a passionate kiss. He pulled me onto his lap and I moved one leg on each side of him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him and I could feel his growing erection. He broke our kiss, looked right into my eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't...I mean, I just couldn't help it." I moved my hips to make my pussy grind against his erection and kissed him again. That's all he needed as the next thing he did was pull my tank top over my head and toss it to the ground. I didn't have a bra on so my tits were on full display in front of his face. He didn't waste any time and took my right nipple into his mouth. I was surprised to learn he had done this before, as he had me moaning in no time. He moved to the left nipple while still playing with the other. I continued to move myself over his cock that was straining in his pants. He moaned against my nipple before releasing it. He slid me off his lap and quickly stripped his sweatpants off as well as his boxers. I was excited to see he was his father's son, and was well endowed with an 8-inch cock. I took it into my hands and kissed the tip. He leaned his head back as he stood before me. He groaned as I bathed the head of his dick with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. I took more and more of him in while stimulating him with my tongue. He kept moaning, "mmmmmm. Ohh yeahh!" I continued blowing him and could tell he was on his way to an orgasm but he made me stop. He said, "I need to fuck you!" I loved that he dropped all is shyness and was just ready to fuck. I pealed off my sweatpants and panties before pushing him down on the couch. He sat back as I straddled his lap and lowered myself slowly onto him. He let out a long moan as I began to ride him. He gripped my ass as I moved my hips up and down on his cock. He grabbed my ass tighter the more I fucked him. I began deeply kissing him as we continued to move together. He pulled back and said he was almost there. I turned it up and rode him hard. I cried out, "Oh YES! Fuck that pussy! Make me cum Chad!" Hearing my dirty talk got to him as he began to help me pump on him harder as he tightly squeezed my cheeks. I've always like pain mixed in with my pleasure and his tight grip was making my head spin. After a few more hard thrusts I began to shudder and cry out on his lap. My vision went blurry as I came hard. My orgasm seemed to trigger his and he was soon moaning, "FUUUCKKKKKK," as he came inside me. Teasing Dad Ch. 02 As we panted trying to catch our breath, we suddenly heard clapping coming from the other side of the room, while laughing the voice said, "You're a horny little slut aren't you?" The tables had been turned, and our father caught us. TO BE CONTINUED! Chapter 3 will follow shortly. Teasing Daddy It was one of those days that are so humid your clothes stick to you. It was mid July, thundery and school was out. I was showering for the second time that day, and oh god, did the water feel good on my tan skin. I stood under the spray in the upstairs bathroom. The door was wide open, letting the breeze from my room fan into the room. No one was home, and I was enjoying the freedom that an empty house gave me. I knew I had to hurry though, Daddy would be home soon, and he'd be desperate for the shower. Thinking of my daddy gave me naughty thoughts, though. He was graying around the edges, with deep brown eyes. I felt my pussy moisten. Daddy always got me wet. How long had this been happening? I thought back. I remember being a teenager and seeing him naked in the shower, masturbating. I was enthralled, his huge cock glistened, then long strings of cum poured forth, and sprayed the very walls of the shower I stood in. After that, I masturbated every night myself, fingers deep in my pussy dreaming of that sticky white cum coating my throat, my skin, my snatch. At first, I was ashamed, daughters should not think of their Daddy's like that, but god I could not stop them. I drifted back into consciousness, as I heard my father's car pull into the drive way. I moved to jump out, but a second thought hit me. I was a red-blooded woman, he a red-blooded man, and I wanted him. Believe me, I always get what I want. So that day, I decided daddy would be seeing a lot more of his baby girl. Don't get me wrong, I had a healthy, if not promiscuous sex-life, but my partners only ever got me truly off if they used my daddy's special name for me - Babydoll. I wanted my dad to scream that, while he was ball deep in my cunt. So, I stayed in the shower, back to the open door, singing. Daddy always came straight to the shower when home from work. I began to soap myself, the steam getting thicker. I heard his footfalls on the steps, and him come to the bathroom. my heart was pounding... **** It had been hell at work in this heat. My shirt was soaked in my sweat, and the site had been so busy, I hadn't had chance to even wash my face all day. I drove home, eager to jump in the shower, freshen up before confronting my daughter on how lazy she had been since breaking up for the summer from school. Pulling into the drive, she had given me more than enough ammunition, as I stepped through the door, the house was a tip. Plates were left dirty, and rubbish all over the kitchen. I made for the stairs, to drag her from her room and make her tidy, but heard the shower. I trudged the steps, and when I hit the landing, the steam hit me. Damn that little bitch! She never shut the door! I moved to the open door to shut it, but something caught my eye...namely my daughter, Angelica. Back to me she was soaping her legs, and boy were they legs! I stood, gobsmaked, my baby showering. I wanted to leave, shut the door, but her rhythm made me stop. Up, down, she moved over her legs like she might have done a fat cock, squeezing and massaging. I felt my own prick harden in my work jeans. Hell, I blushed with shame. I was getting off on my teenage daughter. But that body. She was tiny, 5'3, but built so good. She turned, her wet hair sticking down her back. I caught a glimpse of her 34c breasts, her erect nipples as the rinsed the suds away. My cock was so rigid I had to loosen my jeans. I should leave, I kept thinking, but she looked so good in the steam skin glistening. I wanted to masturbate right then. God, this was a site for sore eyes. Ever since Angelica hit puberty she's drawn looks off men – including me, but that was fully clothed. Seeing her naked... god. Then she bent over, having dropped the soap or something, and that ass! I couldn't hold off, my hand gripped my prick and I began to roughly jacking myself off. Her hands began to soap her firm globes, kneading the flesh, tracing her cheeky tan lines, rubbing in between her legs, lathering her pussy. I didn't think this could get any better, when she reached for my razor, turned slightly in the bath and began to shave that sweet 18 year old cunny. That was it, I blew my load, shooting over the nearest towel. I bit on my hand to muffle the sound, trying to catch my breath. I don't think she heard me, but I beat a hasty retreat. The glows of orgasm fading, the guilt hit me. I couldn't masturbate over my Babydoll...it was so wrong...but this wasn't the first time. I watched Angelica alot, praying I'd get to glimpse her panties...my wet dreams were realise today, with my beautiful babydoll shaving her twat infront of her father. Yes I'd watched her many times before...this wasn't going to be the last **** I grinned to myself as the door shut softly. Daddy wanked over his baby, in the way I fucked my fingers over him. That was just going to be the start. I shut off the spray, and wrapped myself in a white towel. I made my way down the stairs, fresh and shaven and let my hair drip over the carpets. I walked into the living room, where daddy sat, newspaper in hand, looking quite flustered. I bent to kiss him "Hey Daddy, good day?" He stuttered – "Um..." his eyes raked over my body, I stood up straight "Daddy, I'm going to change, see you dinner soon" I made my way from the room, bending to pick up my shoes, making sure I almost gave Daddy and eyeful. **** I managed to regain my composure just on time "Yes young lady, and then you'll tidy this hell-hole" She smiled back at me...flashing her tight bottom. She was not going to get away with it... Teasing Daddy Ch. 01 All persons in this story are over the age of 18. Elizabeth, as she wrote this story, had just turned 18. She lives with her daddy and is currently staying on at school to study. Here is her story... We were sat cuddling on the sofa as we usually did, daddy stretched out and me curled up behind his legs with my head against his chest. I loved lying here like this with daddy, his arms wrapping me up so strong and tight. He was so protective of me and he would always kiss the top of my head and tell me how much he loved me. But I loved it for different reasons too. Sometimes I would bring my arm round to snuggle deeper and 'accidentally' brush past his cock. It made daddy squirm in his seat. I liked the feel of it, especially if there was a sexy lady on the telly and it made daddy go harder down there, it used to make me giggle. He was the sexiest man I'd ever known. He was good looking, kind, caring and he loved me more than anything in the whole wide world and I would have done anything for him. After sharing dinner, he would ask me about school, help me with my homework, send me upstairs to get showered and to put my short pyjamas on and then we would choose a film and curl up like this together most nights and would laugh together until it was time for him to tuck me in. But tonight was a different kind of night. Daddy had come home early from work that day and was there when I got back from school. I was so happy to see him and ran towards him to put my arms around him and wait for the shower of kisses he would usually give me. But tonight was different, he didn't return my hug as tightly as he normally did and the millions of kisses were replaced by one little peck on my cheek. I didn't know if I'd done something wrong to daddy, maybe he'd just had a hard day at work, but it upset me to see my strong daddy as sad and disappointed as he looked tonight. He told me to go upstairs to do my homework. "But daddy, I always do it at the dinner table, why do I have to go upstairs?" Daddy didn't even look at me, he looked really angry as he shouted "Just go up, do as I ask please. Don't question it. I need some space, some time to think" and I ran quickly upstairs and threw myself onto my bed and sobbed a little. Once I had calmed down and dried my tears, I attempted to make a start on my homework, I didn't want to make daddy any angrier than he had been just then. I finished my homework, took my uniform off and went to shower. I thought that daddy might have shouted me down for dinner by now but he hadn't. Distraught about daddy's mood earlier, I confided in my diary. I write everything in there. All my thoughts, all my feelings, all my experiences. I wrote about how I wanted to make things better for daddy. Then I heard him shout up to me, "Elizabeth, I've made you some nice dinner. Are you going to come down and eat with me?" "Yes, daddy" I replied, pleased that whatever had made him so cross earlier had gone away. He was stood there at the bottom of the stairs with his arms wide open when I saw him and I ran into them immediately. He wiped my tears away and turned my face to his. "I love you baby, so much. Sometimes it's very hard to be a daddy. I want you to know that no matter what happens, daddy will always love you and that you can ask me anything. I will always be here for you princess" "I love you too daddy", I smiled, and he held my hand and led me to the dinner table. He was still quiet as we ate and he kept looking at me with a different look, one I'd never seen on him before. As I got up to clear the plates, daddy gestured for me to sit back down. He held both of my hands in one of his big hands and looked me deep in the eyes. "Baby? Daddy isn't cross with you but there's something we need to discuss. I saw your diary this afternoon. I know, I know, I should not have read it. But I did. You know what I'm about to say don't you?" I thought back to the most recent times I had written in there and my cheeks flushed with shame. I turned beetroot red, my heart started to race and tears pricked my eyes. I panicked, left the table and ran upstairs, grabbed my diary and locked myself in the bathroom. My heart raced with every page, knowing that daddy had seen it all. "Thursday 5th September Me and Rachel had another row today. She called me some really bad names, even though she's going out with Gareth now, even though I said that I fancied him. Me and Andy met up as normal behind the sports hall. I like the way he touches my boobs, it makes my knickers go really wet. He said he wanted me to suck his cock the way I'd done it to Ste once, he'd heard about how good it was!! I'm soooo happy, I'm glad the boys like it. I do it all the time but their cocks are so tiny! I sucked Andy's cock and pulled it backwards and forward until he told me to stop and then he covered his school coat in a load of sticky white stuff. I've seen that sticky stuff before when I did it to Will, I was curious and I swallowed it. The boys like that the very best. I wish I could have a grown up cock some time. A nice big one just like daddy's. Daddy doesn't notice when I try and touch it when were alone so I'll keep doing that. Goodnight" The tears started to flow, Daddy was sure to ask me to leave the house. He was going to kick me out, I'd never see my daddy again. I thought he must really hate me. I turned the page. "Friday 6th September Andy said today that he wants to be my boyfriend but then I won't be able to suck all the boys off and that's my favourite thing. I don't ever want to see another school boy's cock after what happened last night anyway. Me and Daddy decided to watch a scary film in his bed. But then he fell asleep. I sneaked under the covers and had a look at daddy's massive cock. It was so big, it was really thick and warm and I touched it. After a minute, it had gone really hard and I was scared that daddy would wake up. So I tasted it very quickly, I licked it up and down and then tried to put it all into my mouth, it was a big struggle but I managed it, and then left him in his bed. I went back to my bed and touched inside my knickers. I'd never been so wet! I'd love to do it again, but I'd be in so much trouble if he found out! Goodnight" And then I knew for sure. Me and daddy were over. He'd stopped loving me now and I'd be sent away. Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Baby, come on out please. Let Me talk to you" he sounded so gentle and calm but I was scared that if I opened the door, he'd shout and throw me out of the house for good. "I can't, daddy. I'm so scared, I'm so sorry. Go away daddy, please" I sobbed "I won't shout. Come out and let daddy make it all better" I opened the door slowly and daddy was there, smiling through his own tears and holding his arms out to hold me. I ran into them and let daddy soothe me. After a while, he led me to my bedroom. He lifted the covers back, put me down gently and tucked me in. I lay on my side to face daddy's warm chest and he held me tighter than he ever had. "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't realise how much you'd grown up. You're curious about sex and boys, its natural. But you're a beautiful girl and you don't need to be doing all these things at school to the boys just to be popular" "But I don't daddy. I do it because I enjoy it. I like the way it feels in my mouth and I like the feeling in my tummy when I do it. Is it wrong?" "No, it's not wrong darling. But don't ever do anything you don't want to do" "I won't, I love you Daddy" "I love you too sweetheart" and with that, he held me so tight, so tight that I could feel his hard cock pressing into my tummy. I could feel my big firm boobs pressing into his chest and our legs began to entwine. I looked up so I could see my daddy's warm kind face and he kissed me softly on the lips. I kissed him back. He kissed me again, rougher this time and I didn't pull away. His tongue darted into my mouth and I'd never felt happier. He pulled away, a look of shame on his face. "Please don't stop Daddy" but he kissed my forehead, pulled the covers up tight and blew a kiss goodnight. I lay there, my heart racing, wondering what the next step would be. I was confused. I was mad at daddy for reading my diary. I was cross with him for kissing me and running away. I was sure he was going to shout but his reaction had me more confused than ever. He could see how feminine and curvaceous I'd become, he was fighting his own desires. I was his daughter, yet is seemed like he wanted me. Was he fighting his conscience, fighting his instincts and fighting his sexuality? But would he fight my advances? I made some plans. I wanted my daddy, to hold me, to lick me, kiss me, teach me and fuck me. I wanted daddy to fuck me. I wanted his big, hard grown-up cock inside me. After slipping my hand into my very wet knickers and rubbing until I had come, I made a plan before I went to sleep... A week had gone by and daddy and I were beginning to return to normal. He was awkward around me at first but I continued to pretend that nothing had happened. Soon enough, we were cuddling again on the couch and laughing over the days stories at the dinner table. But I still couldn't shake that night from my head and knew that I wanted more, I had convinced myself over that week that daddy wanted more too. The memory of that little kiss often had me running upstairs to make myself come. I couldn't shake it from my head and I wanted him to kiss me like that again, I wanted it all! And now that the summer holidays were here, I had too much time on my hands... I would play the dutiful daughter, washing and cleaning and having daddy's dinner ready on the table when he came home. He was very happy with his little girl lately. "Hi daddy. How was your day?" I asked as I heard him walk through the door. He came through to the kitchen, cuddled me, covered me in little kisses as I giggled in his arms and he told me about his day. "I'm just going to get changed before dinner honey" "Ok, daddy. Oh, whilst you're going upstairs, please could you put my clean washing on my bed for me?" I asked, purposely placing my sexiest little knickers on the top of the washing pile. Daddy had, as expected, been upstairs for longer than he normally would, I knew he'd found it. I'd left my diary open, on the page I'd last written on, and I knew that he wouldn't be able to resist having a peek. I didn't care, I left it there for him to see, after all! "Daddy's kiss is still in my mind... I wanted him to carry on but he stopped... I loved it the most when I could feel his massive hard cock pressing into my tummy, it made me so wet between the legs. I wish he would touch me down there... he's got such big warm hands! I wish I was brave enough to ask daddy if I could kiss and touch him down there like I do with the boys at school. I know I could make him feel nice and I wouldn't tell anybody..." I had crept upstairs and was watching Daddy through the gap of the door. Watching him as he read my thoughts, his little girls dirty thoughts. I watched Daddy as he began to turn red and I continued to watch as he reached inside his trousers and stroked his cock slowly. "...I would love to show him how grown up I can be. I know he hasn't had sex in a very long time and I'd love to be the one to make him come... I just wish he'd slip it into my mouth and let me taste it, right up until the sticky white stuff comes out, and I'd love to taste that too...!" I carried on watching daddy, the realisation that his little princess had grown into such a naughty, dirty girl all too clear on his face. He reached over to the pile of washing and I was shocked and delighted when he grabbed my silky bra from the pile, held it firmly in his hand and stroked his cock harder and harder. He was turned on! He was coming, I could see it! Daddy was bringing himself to orgasm over my words and my underwear! I resisted the temptation to slip my fingers inside me and pump them in and out of me in rhythm to daddy's own movements, and reluctantly went downstairs to continue as normal. A whole fifteen minutes had gone by before I heard him coming down the stairs. He looked me dead in the eye and sat down at the dinner table. "Chicken and pasta daddy, with that nice sauce you like. It should be ready now, I'll just check..." and I bent right over in my short summer dress, legs slightly apart, showing off my smooth bottom to daddy. I really hoped he was watching. As I stood up, he was wriggling in his seat. "How was your day, daddy?" I asked as I dished up. He muttered something about someone at work who had done something and something had happened because of it, blah blah blah. "I've picked out a really funny film for us tonight. Shall we watch it together after dinner?" "Course we can baby" he replied, with a smile. Dinner went by, we chatted pleasantly, everything seemed so normal. I stood up to clear the plates, daddy stood up too. He held his arms out for me, I pulled myself towards him and then he held my hair, he ran his hands through it whilst looking me in the eye, he grabbed it slightly, lowered his hands to either side of my face then kissed me on the mouth. Full, hard, deep and more passionate that I could ever have dreamt. He kissed me with such a force that I found my back was pressing hard into the wall, daddy's full weight pressed against me. "I love you baby, I love you so much..." he mumbled, between kisses. His lips roamed down my neck and his large hands found their way to the bottom of my dress. He lifted it and ran his fingers around the top of my thighs, around the elastic of my underwear and began to rub ever so gently against my now throbbing clit, through the cotton of my knickers, all the while never stopping kissing me. He was so experienced, he rubbed just the right spot, and I was so close to coming. I reached down and pulled at daddy's hand. "Oh God, sweetheart, daddy's so sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't hate me baby..." "No daddy, it was perfect. But it's your turn now" I said sweetly, with a smile that I know will always melt daddy's heart. I felt my way around the band of his jeans and worked my fingers at the zip. I pulled his jeans down to his knees, followed by his boxer shorts and dropped to my knees. I was startled and taken aback by the length of daddy's dick! It was huge! It was long, thick and perfect. I touched it gently, wrapping my inexperienced hands around his girth. I stroked it back and forth watching as the skin moved over the head of his cock and back again. Daddy was making little groaning noises that made me giggle. I looked up, smiling at daddy, eyes wide with excitement. "Am I allowed to taste it daddy?" "Of course baby, taste your daddy. Do you like it darling? You're making daddy feel so good, its ok baby, taste your daddy" and he smiled down at me. I gently licked at the end. I licked it and I liked it. I put the tip into my mouth and sucked gently at first. I wanted him to see how well I could do it. I ran my wet tongue up and down his shaft, right along the length of it until I took his whole cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked, harder and faster, my hand working in rhythm with my mouth. I reached out with my other hand and daddy held it, our fingers entwined. His moans were getting louder and his breathing grew rapid and urgent. "Oh baby, my baby girl. Be a good girl for daddy. Daddy loves you. Keep going baby. You're going to make daddy come...oh...oh god..." "Do it daddy! Come for me daddy!" I pleaded, as I hungrily sucked harder and harder. He grabbed at my hair, gently forcing my head backwards and forwards. "Now honey, daddy's coming princess" and with that, daddy spurted his warm sticky come deep inside my mouth. There was so much of it! Some of it dribbled out onto my hands but I made sure I licked it all up. There was some left on the end of his still-hard cock and I instinctively leant in to lick it clean. I swallowed hard, making sure I had every drop of it inside me. I stood up and allowed daddy to pull his trousers back up. He pulled me towards his chest and I could hear his heart pounding, his legs and body trembling and could feel his arms wrap so tight around me, I thought he'd never let me go. "You were perfect baby. I loved every minute. Nobody has ever done it so good before. Come and lie with me honey" and he led me to the sofa. We put on the film and we lay as we always did, clinging on tight to each other. Daddy kissed the top of my head about a million times that night. At the end, he held my hand and led me upstairs where he tucked me in with more kisses and told me how much he loved me. I was daddy's special girl and I knew I always would be. I'd tasted daddy. That was what I wanted more than anything. We didn't need to talk about it, he knew how much I wanted to do it and he let me do it. "Goodnight my darling, daddy loves you. Always" But for me, it was time to step it up a notch... Teasing Daddy Ch. 2 It hadn't been ten minutes since masturbating over my Babydoll, but seeing her in that towel just made my cock twitch. She didn't know it, but pretty soon that tight ass of hers would be mine, and her slut behaviour would be for me only. **** As I climber the stairs, it hit me. what the hell was I doing? How could I been teasing Daddy like this? But the burning in between my legs was telling me different...no matter how guilty I felt, how wrong, I wanted this, no, I needed it. Now I was upstairs in my room, I knew I had to carry the teasing on. I knew if I wasn't downstairs in a matter of minutes Daddy would tan my hide, and although that might have added a kinky edge to my plan, I didn't want him to be in control...not just yet. It had to be in the outfit. I knew I couldn't appear over slutty, so I chose my underwear with care...just a pair of simple white cotton briefs. Not having a bra would let my tits cry out to him...and knowing my father's relationship with my mother, tits were big things with him. Due to the heat I decided on my tennis dress, I'd be at practise later anyway, but the main reason I chose it was because it was sleeveless and not to mention very short. I let my hair fall wet to my waist, pinched my nipples a little to get them erect and bounded down the stairs. I was going to make Daddy very please to see me... **** At the sound of her skipping down the stairs, I realised I had to punish her, at least indirectly for the prickteasing show I'd got in the shower. And it was about bloody time she cleaned up the house too. I opened my mouth to begin to yell, but the words stuck in my throat. My baby didn't look like a baby no more. The teasing slut was dressed in the shortest dress I'd ever seen, and her hair, still wet had soaked through the thin cotton...from where I stood I felt like I was a judge in a wet-t shirt competition - he brown nipples peaking through, hard and erect. My penis was now so hard I felt sure she could see it. I moved my eyes to her face, and sure enough, my little girl's eyes were glued to my crotch, and I swear, I saw her lick her lips! That was is. I strode over to her, grabbed her by the arm and marched her into the kitchen. "By god Angelica, if you think you're off out to play, you've got another thing coming, clean up this pigsty or else!!" **** I'd got him right where I wanted him, and seeing his cock that hard was getting me as wet as my dress almost was! I stuck out my bottom lip and pouted, pretending to protest, before heading for the living room. Daddy had made himself as comfortable as he could be with a raging hard-on on the couch, and I began to pick up around him. It was the perfect opportunity. After taking a deep breath, it was time to tease just a little more. I bent to pick up the plates from my last meal, and so doing turned my back to him. I bent from the waist, and I could feel that short dress ride up over my ass, exposing my panties to him. I looked back at him, his eyes were on me. I smiled...it was working. I turned and bent over him to reach a glass behind his head...this time he got to see almost all my tits. I swore I heard him groan... **** I barely stifled my cry of pure ecstasy. My Babydoll really did have the best tits in the world, and shit, that ass. She bent to pick up more, and I swear her panties were dark over her freshly shaved cunt. I could almost smell her across the room. Her face turned, then she locked eyes with me, and smiled the sluttiest smile I'd ever seen, and fuck did she look like her mother. Then it dawned on me, the white panties, sopping wet, the semi see-through dress...she was teasing me on purpose, and she was fucking loving it. That was it. I followed her into the kitchen. I watched her as she bent again, this time, her knickers just caught in the crack of her ass, exposing one perfect cheek and its tan lines. I heard her murmur something. she wasn't going to get away with playing me like a fool. I reached out and grabbed her silky hair, yanking it back to me. I pulled her tight little body into mine and as she screamed, I clapped my hand over her hot mouth. "This is it Babydoll. This is it. No fucking prickteasing slut gets away with teasing me" I turned her to face me. There was pure fear in her eyes, and for the first time, I felt in control. My slutty daughter was going to be my slutty fuckslave and there was nothing she could do about it. **** He pushed me to my knees, he was so forceful that I cracked against the hard floor, he had to drag me back up to balance. He pulled my face roughly up, looked me straight in the eyes. With his spare hand he reached to undo his flies on his work jeans, filthy from the site. In no time at all, the cock I'd been masturbating slapped me on the chin. "You want Daddy's cock Babydoll?" I almost came right then. Something deep inside awoke and I lost my petrifying fear. "Yes Daddy" He yanked my head back, causing me to gasp at the pain that shot down my neck. "Beg Slut" "Please Daddy, let Babydoll have your cock...please Daddy, I want it so much...please, please...I need it" **** She'd started to wail at me, and Angelica always got what she wanted. I yanked her head back further, grabbed my stiff cock in the other and shoved it roughly into her mouth. God, the sensation that flooded thought me almost made me jizz right there, but I held back. I was going to fuck my baby's pretty little face raw. Her mouth felt so good, so hot, wet and tight, I pushed in deeper, and felt her tiny throat gag over my fat head. Saliva was leaking down her chin, and she was looking me straight in the eye, with a look that just told me how much she was loving it. "That's it Babydoll, suck Daddy's meat. Don't gag slut, that's it, suck nice and gentle...mmm baby you are soooo goood...." **** His balls were slapping my chin hard now, his hands in my hair, pushing my nose to his pube covered groin. I was sucking the best I could, but my father was so big. God, my dreams were coming true...I was going to swallow the seed that had made me. my knees were weak with desire. I began to cup and squeeze my father's balls with one hand, whilst I snaked the other into my panties, now soaked completely through. My pussy was so tight as I slipped my finger inside. "That's it babydoll, you do it to yourself too. mmm baby, how long have you wanted my cock like this, cause sweetie, I've wanted you for so long...I used to fuck your mother, imagining I was fucking you babydoll...oh sweetie yes, suck harder. Do you want daddy to blow his load so his baby can drink it all? Do you want that hunny?" I groaned long and low in the back of my throat, vibrating his cock head, now wedged uncomfortably, pressing on my tonsils. Two fingers were deep inside me now, and I was trying to suck them inside, furiously fucking my hand like I'd done everyday. "Babydoll, you better swallow this all, huh slut, swallow it...." Then he blew, and shit, did he blow. String after string of hot cum hot down my throat. I could barely breathe, I felt dizzy, it felt so good. I swallowed as much as I could, but it began to slide and dribble down my chin. Feeling the goo drop onto my damp dress, and seeing my Daddy, head thrown back in rapture sent me and my twat into spasm. **** I pulled my now limp cock out of her mouth. She wouldn't let it go, sucking at it as a baby would a bottle. I wiped off the residue in her still wet hair and watched while she recovered from her orgasm. Then she stood, pulled her fingers from her cunt and looked me in the eye and she licked and sucked them clean. As she readjusted her panties and looked at me, the slut knew she had a lot more coming to her... Teasing Devastation! Tiffany V After my night of passionate submission to Mr. Parker, I returned to class with a bit more zeal than before. I still loved watching him. I still loved the sound of his voice as he ordered us to do every move. But he became more worried that his wife would discover his transgression. And I was unwilling to settle for just half of him. We decided to let it cool off while he figured out exactly what and who he wanted. In the mean time, I still loved my class. It allowed me to work through my aggression towards Andy in a safe environment. The people in my class were funny, supportive, and just an incredible group of people. I don't know if I mentioned this before, but there is just something about watching men politely beat the crap out of each other. It's sexually intense. There were a few men in my class that made it particularly enjoyable. Mr. Parker was aware of my excitement every time I watched the guys practice. He also knew that I paid particular attention when he demonstrated a technique. He did it often. And every time he punched, chopped, or kicked someone, my desire became almost unbearable. He usually chose one student in particular. Brian was a Purple Belt. I'm not sure what that is suppose to mean in terms of skill. I can only tell you that he amazed me with all that he knew. Something about the way he moved made me always look at whatever he was doing. Being only a yellow belt, he would often teach me certain things as well. Sometimes I couldn't help but forget what he was saying as my eyes focused on him. Brian was twenty-five. He stood six feet tall and let's just say he is one of the few people that actually looks good in a Gi. His hair was black, short, and seemed to lay in no particular direction. He had a short goatee and a slight mustache. He wore black rimmed glasses that only accentuated his green eyes. He had the most perfect set of lips I've ever seen on a man and I watched them move every time he spoke. His body was slender with muscle definition that I enjoyed seeing after every class when his Gi top came off and his wife-beater was all that separated my eyes from that chest. His ass made me very glad that I was behind him as we did our push-ups. Head to toe, he was exquisite to look at. But to watch him execute his techniques with absolute precision is what made me picture him completely out of that Gi more times than I care to count. One night, my body led my mind into a dream from which I did not want to wake. I fell asleep thinking of class that night. I pictured the kicks, the punches, the look in Brian's eyes as he does all those things. In my dream, he turned to me and pulled me close to him. With his eyes fixed on mine, he leaned in to kiss me. It was soft and so different from what I would expect from a man capable of the forcefulness I had witnessed of him during class. The feel of his lips, the taste of his tongue seemed so real to me. I was unprepared for the morning sun peering though the blinds. That dream, that simple kiss haunted me all day. When I attended class that Thursday, I looked for those lips I had been dreaming about. They were not there. We began the exercises at the start of class. And as we moved on to our groups to learn a new technique, my preoccupation became more apparent. I daydream a lot. But when fists are thrown at your face, you kind of need to be all there. So after I missed a block and caught a hit in the jaw, Mr. Parker pulled me aside to talk to me. As he turned to me, Brian walked into class. "Tiffany?" Mr. Parker began. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit off tonight." "I'm fine." I avoided his eyes. "I just am not quite sure about this technique." Okay, I lied. What was a suppose to say? "No problem. I'm working with Luke so let me get you someone to help. Brian? Could you work with Tiffany on this?" And that's what I get for lying. "Sure. No problem." Brian answered slightly turning his head to me. Those eyes, for fucking eyes. It was all I could do to stop looking at him. I stood there between the man I've been with and the man I've been dreaming about. I was in Hell. Mr. Parker left to work with Luke as I stood there looking at Brian. "Okay, now start in a left neutral bow." I did as I tried to look like this was just another instruction to me. "Now, it's a hit to the groin and then grab the leg force them down." I knew this technique but it was difficult to concentrate. "Here, let me show you. Throw the punch." In an instant he blocked, hit, and came in close to me just before he threw me on my back. I have to admit, it was quite exciting and before I knew what I was saying, I managed to betray my own secret. "Gee Brian, if you want me on my back there are easier ways to do it." And just as the words left my mouth, I realized I had inadvertently hit on him. "Damn, did I say that out loud?" "Yes you did." He grinned as he answered. "You know, most women would not find getting hit and thrown exciting." "Yeah, well I'm not most women. You can throw me down anytime. Just make sure you join me." No point in hiding it anymore. "I don't quite know what to say to that." "I bet you know what to do though." He stood there for a moment just dumbfounded. And then with a smile, he cocked his head as if he was going over the possibilities in his mind. Unfortunately, Mr. Parker overheard our conversation. He came over to personally instruct me on the proper way to do the technique. Brian joined the higher belts. We never had a chance to talk the rest of class. But we did continue to glance over at each other. I had to leave before class ended. I had History the following day very early in the morning. Before I left though, I managed to slip my address and phone number in Brian's bag. I got home just as I knew everyone was beginning to leave the Dojo. My cell rang. I answered it without looking. "Hello." "Hello Tiffany." It was Mr. Parker. "Yes Mr. Parker." "Stop calling me that. We're not in class right now." "Okay, Yes Collin?" "I overheard your conversation with Brian." "Sorry, we'll keep it down next time." "That's not what is upsetting me. What's going on with the two of you?" "Nothing." "And are you going to keep it that way?" "I make no such promise." "Then it's a hundred and fifty push-ups next class." He was joking. But I wasn't amused. "Look, you've created this situation. You're the one that's married. You're the one that slept with me while your wife was sitting at home. You're the one who doesn't even know if you want to be with me. So stop putting on the jealous boyfriend persona. We're not involved. And if you want to use your position as my instructor to try to manipulate the situation, go ahead. But extra push-ups are not going to keep me from seeing anyone." There was a knock at the door. I was sure it was Collin on his cell just outside. "Apparently someone is at my door." I sarcastically interjected. "And if it's you, you better be gone by the time I get there. I do not want to see you right now." I hung up the phone and ran to the door ready to scream at him. I swung it open. "I told you not to..." It was Brian. I shut up and stood there in shock for a moment. "I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?" He said rather shocked at my address to him. "No. I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." "Oh, well if you're expecting someone, I can go. But I have to say, Tiffany, that whoever you are expecting is probably someone you shouldn't see right now." There was more truth in that statement than he could possibly know. "No, I'm expecting no one. I'm glad you're here. Come in." I realized right then what I was wearing. I had slipped on a blue, satin chemise when I got home. Thinking it was Collin at the door, it didn't occur to me to cover up. But now I stood there wearing very little in front of Brian. He, however, was wearing jeans and the wife-beater he usually wears under his Gi top. My eyes traced his body before I said, "Oh, hold on and let me slip into something a little more uncomfortable." I turned to walk towards my bedroom where I could put on a pair of jeans. "I would rather you didn't." Brian said as he grabbed my wrist. Just as I turned to him, "Buttons" began to blast from my speakers. Sometimes, everything falls into place. "There's been something I've wanted to do tonight." "Oh really." I smiled. "And what would that be?" "This." He smiled as he pulled me to him. His arm slipped around my waist as the other hand cradled my head. He leaned down and his lips finally touched my lips. It was different than I dreamed it would be. His lips were pressed hard. His tongue slipped into my mouth searching for mine. He dropped his hand to join the other so both of them could lift me to him. My legs left the floor and wrapped around him. Lost in his kiss, I was not aware where he was carrying me. My apartment is not that complicated. The bedroom was easy to find. He pulled his mouth from me and then threw me onto the bed. I just looked up at him. He snickered a bit as he began to take off is shirt. I knelt on the bed so I could slip off my chemise. He was kind enough to help me with that. He kissed me as his hands slid up my waist to my breasts. His mouth worked down to my neck as I began to unfasten his jeans. In one move, he grabbed behind my knee and threw me back on the bed just like he was performing the technique we had practiced earlier that night. "I can't believe you just did that." I said as I watched him pull off his jeans and climb on top of me. "You said it turns you on." His tongue worked it's way up from my inner thigh. "Oh, it does." He finally reached my pussy. My breath quickened in anticipation. His tongue lightly brushed my clitoris. I raised my hips to him as I pushed his head deeper into my sex. He fluttered his tongue on my clit until my breath became quick and shallow. Then he sucked on it as my body tightened to the climax. But one was not enough for him. He slipped his fingers inside of me as he teased me some more. Again and again, I came for him. "Oh God, Brian! Please I want you now! Let me taste you." He stopped and kissed his way up to kiss my lips. Unwilling to relinquish control, he straddled me so he could plunge his cock into my mouth. He leaned forward and grabbed the headboard to allow me to control the depth and rhythm my mouth took his cock. And I took it all. I let it slide down my throat as I teased the entire shaft with my tongue. "Oh, Tiffany!" He sighed as his hand gently stroked my hair. My hand slid up his thigh to his ass. His legs were solid muscle. It excited me to feel the way the pulsated as he fucked my mouth. I could take it no longer. I slid out from under him and kissed my way up to the back of his neck. My hands explored his body further. But soon I had to have him. I moved in front of him, grabbed his leg and threw him back on the bed. "Like that, Brian?" I snickered. He just smiled. I climbed on top of him and got up on my feet before I slipped his cock into my pussy. I was dripping for him by this point. His cock was long and reached all the way inside me. Every time I bounced up and down, I felt a twinge of pain as he hit the very bottom of me. It only made me go faster and deeper. I reached for his hands and our fingers laced together. The rim of his cock was hitting just the right spot to make me come. I clenched his hands. I arched my back. And I held perfectly still while the orgasm took over my entire body. After it left me, I leaned down to kiss him. He turned me on my back and sat up on his knees. The sight of all of him before me as he entered me made it all the more erotic. My legs were pressed against his shoulders as he leaned forward and began fucking me hard. His cock was pounding inside me. "Jesus Christ, Brian! You feel so damn good." I screamed. My breath timed with his thrusts. He stopped and rolled me over on my stomach. "I want you this way." He said as he parted my legs and slid his cock inside me once again. He kissed the back of my neck and my shoulders. I could feel all of his body on me as his cock moved in and out of me. My hands clung to the sheets. My hips raised slightly so I could take all of him. And in a moment he slipped out, grabbed my right shoulder as I felt the tip of his cock on ass. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that but I didn't have time to answer. He pulled me down as he plunged his cock deep in my ass. "Oh Tiffany. You're so tight." He said as he forced my legs further apart. He was more forceful this way. He held my shoulders down as he fucked my ass so hard and so fast that I could do nothing but hold still and let him take me. "Do you like this?" He said as he pushed his cock deep and hard. "Yes." I whimpered feeling the pain that came from such a thrust. "Do you want more?" He was teasing me now as he slipped out until he was barely in me. "Yes." I answered as I raised my ass to try to take more of his cock. "Oh, I see you do want more. Beg me for it." He slapped my ass. "Please fuck my ass." I screamed. "That's better." He grabbed my hips as he plunged every inch of his cock into my ass. I reached my hand to my pussy so I could tease my clit as he fucked me. "Oh no you don't. Not yet." He grabbed both my wrists and held them tight as he fucked me. He didn't just fuck my ass, he grinded his cock in my ass. Before I could scream in pain, I submitted to my orgasm. My ass became tighter around his cock and I squirted down my leg. "Oh yes, baby. That's it. Come for me." "Yes, yes. Oh God, yes!" He let go of my wrists, pulled back my knees until I collapsed on the bed and he was full on top of me again. He began to caress me again. His hand slid under me so he could grab my breast. His other hand pushed my hair to one side so he could kiss my neck and shoulders again. He never pulled out during all this. He moved steady and deep. I began to move with him. "Oh Brian! Fuck me." He pulled out and turned me over. "Yes, Tiffany, now." He pushed his cock deep in my pussy. But now he was close to me. He kissed me deep and passionate. He kissed my nipples as his hand held my hands down with his fingers half laced with mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn't want him to ever slip out of me. His right hand grabbed my ass and moved up to just behind my knee. The pounding became more determined. He looked straight into my eyes as he moved faster and deeper inside me. "Oh yes, Tiffany!" He sighed as he leaned down to kiss me again. And just then I felt him come inside me. His arms wrapped around me holding me close. I closed my eyes and held him tight against me so I could feel his heart beating against mine. When my trembling stopped, I opened them to see a stream of light coming from the door. And in that light I saw...Mr. Parker. He was standing there watching me make love to another man. His fists were clenched tight. His teeth were grinding. He looked ready to explode. I suppose I should have felt mortified, stunned, or even guilty. But the truth of the matter is I felt none of those things. He needed to see that. He needed to know exactly what happens when he lets a woman like me go. Brian had no idea the instructor he respected so much was in the room. His head was turned towards the window and I held him tight to keep it that way. I motioned for Collin to walk out. He was anxious to protect his own secret, I'm sure, so he left. Just then, Brian raised his head to look into my eyes. "You're smiling. I guess that means you're satisfied?" "Oh yes." He held each other for a few more moments. Then he got up, got dressed, and kissed me. He left in the quiet of the night. But I knew a storm was brewing. And I was more than prepared to take the thunder.