3 comments/ 110476 views/ 7 favorites Jack and Missy Ch. 01 By: Sacred Beauty Thank you to Youbadboy for his help with this story. --Sacred Beauty *****. Jack shifted in his seat while the phone rang several times at his apartment. He became worried when the answering machine came on, so he hung up then slid his credit card through the air phone a second time. Three rings later, Missy finally picked up. "Hello?" "Missy, it's me." "Daddy!" "My plane is late." He sighed. She sat her glass down to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Don't tell me that. I had an evening planned." You could hear the little pout in her voice. "I'm sorry Missy. Be a good little girl, and hold dinner for me?" "But the evening I planned for us already included dinner. Annnnnd," She drew out the word, "I have a big surprise for you!" "Tell me now...you know I hate surprises." She trailed her finger over the telephone keypad, "What's in it for me if I tell you now?" Since the older woman seated next to him was awake, Jack talked in code. "We can do your favorite thing." "You promise?" The excitement was evident in her voice. "Yes, I promise..." "...to fuck me in the ass? You promise?" "Yes." He confirmed, almost blushing with anticipation. It had been over a month since he had been with Missy. They went through a brief dry spell, Missy had been getting cold feet not sure if they should be doing what they were doing. Then, the night before he left on his trip they had an argument. Jack was so frustrated, she continued to tease; hot and then cold. The fight never resolved before he had to leave, so... there was no goodbye sex. Jack had masturbated nearly every night he was away and now was counting down the minutes till their reunion. Thinking, maybe... Jack snapped out of his daydream with her voice on the phone, what had she been saying? "...I rearranged the apartment." Missy announced proudly. "Really. What changes did you make?" "I moved your desk out of the living room and into the back bedroom. Now you have a real office." Jack beamed, "But there's not enough room back there with your bed and the rest of that furniture." "Umm, we share a bedroom now." Missy paused letting her statement linger, "I hope that's ok with you?" He could picture her touching the keypad as she said those last words. Jack's heart was pounding in his chest, he suddenly felt warm, "That is the best news I've had in a long time. I guess we will be christening our new bed tonight, making up for lost time?" She yawned, "Only if I can stay awake." "I see." Jack chuckled, "You know, it's not fair what you're doing to me." "What do you mean?" She asked innocently. "I've been away for two weeks. You know from our conversations how much I miss you... how much I miss things... since the change." Missy giggled, "Things? Change??" "Things." He confirmed. "Maybe you can tell me. I'm not so sure I know what you mean daddy?" "I am surrounded by passengers Missy. You know the things I'm talking about." "Tell me." She wined in that voice he couldn't resist. He lowered his voice and gave her the PG13 version, "I miss the taste of you... the scent of you aroused..." "Mmm... What else?" "Missy... I can't do this right now." Jack imagined the look on her face as he glanced around the business class cabin. Most people seemed to be asleep and that was a relief to him. She let out a disappointed sigh, "How about I tell you all the things I missed? I've been thinking about it now, changed my mind I guess, really, and... well, here's what I miss about us..." "Hmmmm." He waited for her words, tingling. His hands trembling. "I miss you massaging my breasts as I ride you. Most of all I miss that, what you do to me." Jack shifted in his seat as he became erect. "I miss the feeling you, deep inside of me as I'm rocking on top of you... how you grip my ass, how you guide me." "Mmmm, Keep going..." He unfolded his newspaper and put it over his lap attempting to hide the tent in his slacks. Just then the Captain called out, "What's that?" "Just a Sec..." and Jack listened, they needed to be diverted to the north to avoid a storm. Fuck Fuck Fuck. He brought the phone back to his ear, "I should be home by eleven now. At the latest Midnight. Are you going to ride me tonight?" "It's eight o'clock." She pouted, "Four Hours!" "At the latest." "I don't think I can wait that long. I guess I'll have to pull out Richard." The mention of her dildo Richard always irritated him. Why did she need sex toys if she had him now? "No..." When the lady next to Jack glanced at him, he turned towards the window and lowered his voice. "...No. Why don't you take a soak in the tub?" "With Richard? He's waterproof you know." Missy was horny. Her lover had been gone for just over two weeks, they had been apart for near a month, and now she had been informed she would have to wait two more excruciating hours for her orgasm. She would get her orgasm with or without him. Damn Jack's business trips, damn the weather... damn him. "You don't need him. Just wait for me, Love." "Say his name." He caved in, "Richard." "His nickname." She pressed. "Missy! You're being naughty." Missy was enjoying herself, "Say his nickname." Jack grinned, "Dick." "I can't hear you." "Dick." He repeated, slightly louder. "I want Dick inside of me." She teased. Jack laughed, "In an hour and a half once I get home you'll have MY dick inside of you." The woman next to him cleared her throat as his conversation became more involved. "Love, I have to go. These sky phones are expensive. Take a hot bath and I'll be home before you know it." "Will you be home to rub my body down with lotion after my bath?" "I will be home as soon as I can to do what ever you will allow me to." Jack ended the call then apologized to the woman next to him for his rudeness. His eyes drifted towards the window as he thought about his beloved Missy. He imagined her stripping down and walking around their apartment nude as she prepared for her bath. She didn't own a robe or even a pair of pajamas. She slept naked. Jack closed his eyes and remembered the million little moments that brought them together. Missy's move back home was supposed to be but a brief stay of no more than a month as she tried to find a place while she went to college. Up until now they maintained separate rooms, and had only been playing house. The only way he could get her to agree to stay was if they maintained separate rooms and begin to 'behave' again as father and daughter. But, truth, she had not abided by her own rules. Proceeding to move about the house as she always had, wearing nothing in the evening, sprawling out on the couch on those warm evening. He had accepted that compromise to keep her there, one of the hardest most vexing periods. Everything was kept inside, he could not express... and then the fights. He could not stand it standing above her, looking across her body, touching her hair. How she would turn, fire in her eyes. "Behave." She could be like that. Jack remembered back and back, to those nights they shared a bed, usually hers, how she liked to cuddle and spoon. She liked to tangle her body with his and kiss and caress him for hours. Then after ample foreplay he would slip his cock inside and make her melt beneath him. Jack was snapped out of his thoughts by the woman next to him, "I take it your wife wasn't happy that our plane is behind schedule." Jack began to blush crimson, thinking of his little girl, "She's not my wife, but no she wasn't happy." ***** To be continued... Jack and Missy Ch. 02 Jack had been painfully hard on the flight back into town. He and his daughter Missy had been apart for near a month, and now she was teasing him relentlessly about their relationship. It was a quarter to eleven when he slipped the key into their front door. The whole house was dark which meant that Missy didn't wait up. He left his bags in the entryway and headed down the hallway. When he turned the light on their bed was empty. He ventured back out and saw a dim light coming from under the door to his new office. Missy met him at the door naked, illuminated by the soft glow from the desk lamp. Her only makeup was lipstick that was the same color as the wine in the glass she held. Jack focused on her full lips as she spoke. "Hi you. Welcome home." He slipped his arms around her waist, pausing a moment looking in her eyes to see a sign – Is this ok? – she simply tilted her head back and closed her eyes as he kissed her. It was a long passionate kiss accentuated by the taste of the Pinot Noir she had been sipping. Jack savored the taste of the wine and the taste of Missy. It had been too long. She pulled back, "Do you like it?" "I love it." He ran his fingers up her spine then drew her into another kiss. "I meant your office Daddy." "I love that too." He joked as he unpinned her hair, allowing it to fall about her shoulders. Jack unbuttoned his pants as he planted soft warm kisses on her neck. "Spread your self for me," Jack instructed, as his hands explored her supple body. She laughed, feeling his unshaven chin. "You're so all scratchy!" Missy leaned on the desk behind her. She watched Jack take a seat in his swivel chair and soak her in. He took a few sips of her red wine then sat there and didn't move. "What are you waiting for? You can do anything to me tonight." She bit her lip as she cupped her breasts. "Come here," Jack smiled at her as he lifted himself up to pull his boxers down half way and sitting down again. She rose from the desk stepping toward him, he looking up at her now. He teased her by playing with himself as she watched. "Closer. Closer. Don't keep me waiting Missy ...I've waited. How come you changed your mind?" He told her. She shrugged, moving closer. "It's...just. I love you. And like a lover. Not..." Her eyes melting. Missy turned herself slowly and backing herself stood, legs apart. "Closer? Like this?" Jack reached his hands to her soft skin with slow deliberate teasing began massaging all the little "hot spots" he had learned so well, pressing his fingers in along her back and neck, pressing his thumb down through the crack of her ass. "Like this," he cooed out to her, as Missy's back was arching and pressing into his hand wherever he touched her, like a cats. "Mmm, you're making my clit throb." The invitation was irresistible and Jack responded by turning his hand and cupping her perfectly coifed little puss puss, curling his fingers up between her legs. He felt her open her legs wide and move back a little closer, bending herself down, letting her hair fall over her face. Jack could literally feel her clit pulsate to his touch, pressing along the ridge of her cunt, could feel her opening, her lips parting soft, lubricating his fingers, dripping wet. Slipping his fingers along the ridge of that little hood, the 'head' of her clit pocking through. He could feel little Missy jerk, spasming when her pressed. Holding her in his fingertips, and pressing down on her wet little hood right at the top, pressing her hard and pulling her close. And then... Missy moved away, glided away really, silent and raising her hands out from her side stood silhouetted by the bedroom window, began to draw the curtains. She loved doing that. The neighbors had a perfect view of that window. This was her room after all, and she loved to stand in the window naked and draw the windows. Maybe they saw her, maybe not. She told him she liked to let them see her, and she hoped they might come to think of those moments when she stood there drawing the curtain as the moment before she was about to be fucked. Which was true enough, those moments before she fucked Jack. "Let them imagine it she would say, not actually SEE it." She moved back, and this time sat on Jack's lap. Putting her arm around his neck, insinuating her head toward his mouth, she began tugging at his lips in little nips and bites. Short, repeated kisses, bites and nibbles; and as Missy kissed, Jack was slipping his shiny fingers into her again. Not stopping him at all – sometimes she did when they kissed – encouraged, he slipped his fingers deep into her, deep inside. Her body literally melting against him, as they sat there skin to skin. "I can't move," Missy whispered between kisses, "My knees could not hold me up right now." Jack laughed, "Here... maybe just a little. I can...let me..." And he grasped her hips and pulling her up along the length of his cock, raised her ass from his lap and her eyes knew. The mischievous smile came over her and helping now, wiggling her hips until the tip of Jack's cock was sliding, opening her wide, slipping its length into the folds of her pussy lips and then sliding her there, touching her clit with the head of his cock, until she slit all the way forward and lifting lightly, Jack's cock raising and finding her there, bending forward let his whole length wordlessly slip up into her. Their bodies trembled there, for just that moment, those delicious seconds they first became one. One with the other. Missy lifted herself then, raising herself up and then sitting back down again, Jack's cock filled her as her head dropped low and looked back, the whites of her beautiful eyes shining bright. The pursed lips, her completely wanton smile. A look that was difficult to describe but if one saw only the look of her eyes, and smile, they would know she was at that moment being fucked. Could see it, feel it, her tongue on her lips, licking the unseen cock that was inside her. "Lay me down so you can fuck me proper." Jack held her there, rocking his hips, and still the tease continued. Jack laughed, "Proper?" before releasing Missy, letting her drop away and lay out on the office floor there before him – at his feet. God the way Missy's body lay there, her legs fallen open and waiting. Jack followed, barely separating from her body, and that silent moment again, pressing inside. "Mmm, yes. A proper fucking on the floor." How things progressed! "You like your office?" She asked it again, but Jack couldn't talk just then, in fact he could scarcely hear her as he raised her legs up high and he pumped into her hard. At one moment she was pressing him back with her hands, "Slower, slow down. We've got..." He bent low and bit down really hard on Missy's nipple, which really made her squirm. Those sensitive nipples! Her arms wrapped around Jack's neck, and those nails drew lines down his back, digging into his flesh as he fucked her hard. "I've been so fucking... hungry for you." He breathed, growled really and she held to him. "I've been begging you to come home." Missy was ever the tease, "Calling you, even at those meetings, remember; begging you to cum inside me..." "Tell me..." His eyes went wild as she whispered in his ear. Pumping, holding himself inside, sliding along the floor and pulling her back again. "How I've wanted that gorgeous cock in me. Hmm, haven't I?" She drew her nails down his back, drawing blood this time. Jack could not contain the scream. He lay down on her spasming over her body, held her to his body, and clawing, pulling, came in a wave. His fingers reaching back and pressing up into Missy's ass. Her weakness, and how her body responded, writhing. Jack whispered, "I want you to cum." And then she rolled herself over, holding to him, never letting his cock leave her, until HE was laying there on his back and her glistening body was sitting up over him. She purred as he held on to her hips, "Mmm. Not this time baby. Go real slow. Give me that gorgeous cock. You want to fuck your little girl, tell me how you want to fuck your little girl." He could see sweat run down in a thin line between her breasts. And as she ground her pussy down, he could hear her whimper. "You know how I want my good little girl to open her legs. A little faster." Missy was breathing hard ragged gasps, digging her clit into the base of his cock. "You remember that first night, how you came to my bed. Just wanted to hold me. Just that chemise I wore, and how I whispered in your ear that night. You know what happens when you ..." and she was lost. "You said it that night too, 'You can do anything to me.'" He reminisced. She opened her eyes, reverie. Jack let go of her hips as he leaned back to enjoy the view. "God I love riding you." Jack lifted his hips up from the floor and let her grind down onto him, tipping his hip. Her clit digging in, and her hands fell to her chest, as she arched her back forward, dropping her head down. He knew it was a matter of moments before he heard deep moan fill the room. Her hips trembling and holding herself, pressing her knees up a little and shaking her cunt, and then falling down touching her belly to his, her hair covering his face. Jack could barely breath, holding to her, listening to the wave of her cries and pants. "Oh god. Oh god..." Clinging wet together. Then slowing, relaxing. She pressed her wet lips to his, tears staining her cheeks. Whispering, "I missed you, us. This." She continued to rock on top of Jack, but now almost as habit, slowing. Simply sliding together, feeling one another where they joined. Still one. "Stay as long as you want, whatever terms you..." Missy touched her fingers to his lips, "Shhh." She fell to her side, letting him slide out of her and lay on her back, hands curled at the elbow covering her breasts with her hands. Squeezing her nipples, and running a hand down her tummy. He turned to his side, lifting a leg over hers and leaned his forehead against hers and spoke in an even lower voice. "I made you a promise earlier from the airplane. Let's go into our new bedroom so I can make good on it." Missy knew what was to come... a delicious fuck in the ass by her Daddy. *****. Thank you again to Youbadboy for his work on this story. --Sacred Beauty