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Michael's Dream

By: Patchwork



Part 1

On her last trip home Sarah thought that her Dad had seemed a bit down and somewhat broody. She resolved to give him a treat to take his mind off his sad circumstances. Michael is 52 now. His wife died when he was 47. His daughter Sarah, conscious of the impending and significant fifth anniversary of her Mother’s death arranged this trip for Michael as a surprise. Michael had always wanted to visit Tenerife, so Sarah booked them a two-week stay in an apartment near the beach.

Sarah is 26 she is a postgraduate student at Bristol University, where she is undertaking a PhD. She is very capable and is expected to do well. However, at this stage she has little money so her surprise trip for Dad has had to be on a bit of a shoestring budget. ‘Never mind, though,’ she thinks, ‘we’ll have a great time anyway.’ 

The holiday was a ‘cheap and cheerful’ package deal. At the airport they were met by a representative from the travel firm and herded onto a coach with the other holidaymakers. They were almost the last to be dropped off as Sarah had deliberately chosen a location far from the main centres. They mostly catered for the young club crowd and Sarah knew her dad would hate being near to that.

They were shown into the apartment at almost 2 am. They were both very tired and didn’t really listen to the young bubbly representative as she explained the facilities. ‘We’ll figure it out ourselves,’ Sarah thought to herself. At last the Representative left them alone and they started to get ready for bed. Then realisation dawned. The apartment had one bedroom with two beds. The beds were a good size but, more to the point, they were no more than two feet apart.

Sarah and her Dad exchanged a glance then both smiled and she said ‘Oops. Sorry, Dad. I never thought to check the detailed sleeping arrangements.’

‘Never mind, love. We can sort something out tomorrow. I just need to get to sleep now.’

Sarah hugged her Dad and agreed that would be best. And apologising again she made her way to the bathroom to change into the cotton shorts and vest top that served as her pyjamas. When she emerged Michael made his way into the bathroom and changed for bed too. He re-appeared wearing just boxer shorts. Sarah looked at him in surprise and seeing her look Michael explained ‘I don’t have PJs. Didn’t think it would be necessary here. Anyway, I don’t normally wear anything, so think yourself lucky,’ he laughed.

‘Gawd, doesn’t ‘bare’ thinking of,’ Sarah mocked in return.

They both giggled at this as they said goodnight and turned off the light. But Sarah found herself thinking, as she drifted off to sleep, that the old man still looked good. Still fit and trim looking.

Father and daughter slept soundly that night and didn’t wake until gone 11 the following morning. They had a lazy day just stocking-up on a few essentials at the local supermarket (they planned to eat out), and getting the lay of the land. In the afternoon they sunbathed on the beach and then found a little bar at sunset to watch the twilight. Their conversation was light and joking and Sarah was very happy to see her Dad laugh. He did seem in altogether different spirits from her last visit with him.

For his part Michael had enjoyed the day. He loved spending time with his daughter. She reminded him a lot of his wife. He liked that. It didn’t make him at all sad to remember her. On the contrary seeing his vibrant and lovely daughter laugh and talk so animatedly reminded him of the love he had enjoyed with Ruth.

They made their way back to the apartment to get ready for the evening out. Earlier that day they had decided that there was really no point in trying to re-organise the sleeping arrangements; and that they would make do with a little courtesy and discretion.

They have a lovely meal and a few drinks and got back around midnight. They had another night-cap and sat on the balcony talking until around 1. They then went to bed. 

Sarah awoke with a start. It couldn’t have been more than an hour later, if even that. What was that noise? She could hear a rhythmic rasping and rustling sound. Looking around the room she thought it emanated from the side. From her Dad’s bed. Peering across she could see his profile in bed, silhouetted against the moonlit window. The sheet was drawn up over him but there was definitely movement under it.

Slowly realisation dawns on Sarah. Her Dad is wanking. Right here beside her, her father is playing with his (presumably) hard cock. Sarah is shocked but then thinks that he must be desperate. To her knowledge he hasn’t had a woman since Mum, and that must have been at least five to six years ago. She tries to ignore it. To respect his privacy. But it is impossible to shut it out. She can’t help but start to wonder what he is thinking. Presumably he is imagining some fantasy scene. Is it just straight sex, or is the old man a bit kinky? After some time she remarks to herself that it has gone on for a while. He must have some stamina. The rhythm is constant. She starts to try to picture his cock. Sarah imagines her father making love to some woman. Bearing down on her, driving into her, hard and fast. She pictures her mother: is that who is thinking of now? Then she imagines another woman, younger. She is aware of her own arousal. She feels the heat in her pussy. She is tempted to touch herself but she is afraid to make a move or make any noise.

The movement suddenly stops. Sarah hears her dad gasp softly, then sigh in a long breath. ‘My God,’ she thinks ‘He’s cumming. Right now beside me my Father is having an orgasm, spurting his spunk… well, God knows where.’ She smiles as she thinks of where in his fantasy his spunk might be being delivered. She drifts off to sleep with that thought swirling around her head.

The next day is similar to the first. Beach relaxation. Food, drink and home for a chat and a nightcap. They both enjoy the simplicity of the routine and the closeness of the time they are sharing. Sarah finds herself thinking about the sexual man she realises her father is. A real man with a sex drive and needs. Far from being disgusted at what she had witnessed she feels affection and empathy for him. She makes a mental note to find a way to broach the subject of him finding a new partner. She is worried that he may be holding back, denying his needs, because he expects that she and her brother would expect him to remain true to their dead Mother. She wants him to know that he can move on, with their blessing.

In bed later Sarah listens for any sign of activity but there is none. She drifts off to sleep only to awaken again to the now familiar sounds from her Dad’s bed. ‘Again,’ she thinks, ‘The man is insatiable!’ she smiles to herself and listens quietly until she hears the sighing sound of his climax. It was another marathon wank and Sarah can’t help being impressed ‘The next woman he shags is in for a real treat,’ she marvels. This pattern is repeated again the next night and Sarah resolves to raise the matter with her Dad. 

Michael is indeed highly sexed and suffering from frustration. He has not got involved with another woman, just a Sarah suspects. Instead he has become dependant on masturbation to manage his cravings. He finds himself eyeing almost any woman he encounters. These days the slightest flash of thigh or breast is enough to get him quite aroused: and these past few days watching Sarah in her skimpy swimsuits and beach clothes have not helped keep his desires under control. He chastises himself for letching at his own daughter but tries to rationalise it by seeing it simply as the result of her striking resemblance to her Mother. Like Ruth, Sarah has a curvaceous figure. Lovely firm, large orange sized boobs, a slim waist and a perfect pear shaped bum. Her legs too are really sexy with pretty feet. All packed into a dynamite five four frame. He is embarrassed that every night so far he has had to masturbate to get to sleep. Not because of his daughter, he tries to convince himself, simply as a result of the heat and his constant horniness. But he is sure he has been discrete.

So Sarah waits patiently for their nightcap chat, and slowly brings the subject round to Mum and whether he has gone out with anyone since. 

‘No, love. It wouldn’t be right. Not yet.’ Michael responds.

‘Yes it would, Dad. It’s time you did. You’re still young and handsome,’ he smiles ‘and you obviously need someone – soon,’ Sarah adds emphatically.

Michael’s smile turns to a quizzical look ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Well, Dad, you’re not exactly subtle are you?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You know. When you… well… every night so far you’ve been… playing with yourself,’ she closes her eyes as she says it not really wanting to see his reaction but knowing it has to be said.

Michael looks flabbergasted. Sarah can tell he is mortified. ‘You mean you heard.. oh God did you see..’

‘No, Dad, I didn’t see you. But I could hear you and…’

Holding his hand over his eyes he murmurs ‘Oh dear God. Oh no. You must think I’m..’

‘No, Dad,’ Sarah moves to kneel in front of him and takes his hand ‘I don’t think anything other than the fact that you need a partner. You have needs. It’s natural and nothing to be ashamed of. And it’s not like you flaunted yourself. You thought I was asleep. You thought you were being secret.’ She says, adding ‘Albeit not very stealthily,’ They both laugh at this, relieved to dispel the tension, and Sarah kisses him on the cheek and says ‘We will have to get you a lady on this holiday, Dad. I can disappear for a while anytime you need me to.’ She kisses his cheek again and stands up.

‘I guess I’ve been alone for so long I just got used to doing that every night,’ Michael confesses, ‘I am sorry, love, I wouldn’t for the world have done it to embarrass you or .. Are you really Ok about it? I mean it’s pretty sick isn’t it. A grown man, playing with himself in front of his daughter. It’s like something you read about in the gossip papers. About some perv who’s going to prison.’

‘Stop it, Dad. You’re no perv. It’s normal. Everybody does it. I do it.’

‘You do?’

‘Of course, sometimes you just know best what you want and how to give it to yourself. I sometimes take a long bath and go to bed early so that…’

‘OK! Enough information. Jeez, it’s bad enough that you saw me but I don’t need to hear all your personal secrets. But thanks anyway, love. Not many daughters would be so understanding. I promise not to do it again while we’re here.’

‘No, Dad, I don’t mean for you to stop. That’s not why I’m telling you. I want you to feel free to take a partner. You deserve it. You’re a very good-looking guy. Lots of women would love you to shag them.’

‘Sarah! Please.’

It’s true, Dad. Even women my age would want a man of your looks and experience. I promise you.’ Thinking then, ‘I know, let’s go on the pull tomorrow night. Then you’ll see. OK?’

‘Well, I’ll think about it.’

‘And don’t feel you can’t… you know, play with yourself, if your want to. Honest truth is that I may have to soon. I normally don’t go this long without and it’s getting to me. Tell you what. Let’s make a pact, just for the holiday. Subtle, under the bedclothes wanking is allowed once the lights are out. Our secret.’ Then holding out her hand to shake, ‘Deal?’

‘How did you get to be such a naughty girl?’ Michael responds, but taking her hand all the same.

‘Well I’m going to anyway. You can if you want.’

‘Not sure I could now anyway. Knowing that you know.’

‘Well it’s your choice. I’m off to bed now, Dad. You coming?’

‘In a minute, love. And thanks again for being so understanding.’

‘It’s just because I love you, Dad,’ and she kisses him lightly on the lips and then scampers off.

Sarah gets into bed and puts off the light on her side. Several minutes later she hears her Dad climb into bed and turn off the light. There is silence for a long time. A solid silence, like both of them is afraid to make a sound. Eventually Sarah decides that she will have to speak. Apart from anything she is quite turned-on and needs to play with herself; but she is not sure how things were left. Will Dad be OK with it, or not? She decides to take the plunge.

‘Dad? Are you going to do anything? Only I really need to. I don’t think I can sleep if I don’t get off.’

In the darkness Michael responds ‘Oh Sarah, I don’t know. I’m not sure it’s right.’

‘Dad! I have to, and you know you want to, so be cool and ignore me and I’ll ignore you.’ After a few moments she adds ‘I’m touching myself now, Dad. My hand is inside my shorts…’

‘How can I ignore you if you give me a commentary.’

‘Sorry,’ they both snigger.

For the next few minutes Michael is aware only of his daughter’s breathing. ‘This is wrong.’ He is thinking, I can’t believe I’m lying here listening to my daughter masturbate.’ But his heart is pounding in his chest and his cock is now straining in his pants. ‘I’m turned-on by the thought of my beautiful daughter masturbating.’ Despite his reservations Michael finds himself feeling for his cock. It is so hard now, and desperately needs attention. He begins to stroke it. Joining in this strange game with his daughter.

Just then Sarah makes a little sighing moan. Michael realises this signals her pleasure intensifying and it makes him stroke himself faster. Sarah hears the noise of her father wanking and is pleased he is joining in. ‘Daddy? Are you hard? Are you doing it?’

‘Yes, love.’

After a long pause the breathless reply comes ‘Good’ Sarah’s voice rises as she says this. The thought of her strong, handsome Father playing with himself just two feet from where she is pleasuring herself is very sexy and she changes her rhythm to try to bring on her climax. But the shorts constrict her hand and so she decides that they will have to go. Lifting her bottom she slides the shorts down and off her legs, kicking them away. Now she can spread her legs wide and work on her pussy properly.

Realising from the movement that Sarah has removed her shorts, Michael does likewise. He too now has unfettered access to his raging erection. He is pumping faster and faster, breathing harder all the while. He can hear Sarah’s regular panting breaths, which are interrupted by regular moans and whimpers. ‘God, she sounds like her Mother did when she was building up to a climax.’ Images of his wife and their love-making fill his head as he races towards an explosive climax.

Sarah now has one hand working on her clit while the other is inserting two fingers, pumping her pussy like a cock. She is close. Straining to cum. Sweat is drenching her body and the sheet draped over her upraised knees. Damn, she wishes she had her dildo here. She really needs penetration to cum when she gets this hot.

Michael can now hear small wet sounds that he knows must be coming from his daughter’s pussy. This is too much and he knows he is on the final stretch. Almost instinctively he calls out to Sarah that he is going to cum.

‘Yes, Daddy, do it!’

Michael moans aloud as his cock erupts spitting spunk up into the sheet and onto his belly and even as far as his chest. The orgasm is the best this week. All the better for not having to try to hide. And all the better for the audience.

Sarah is delighted to hear her Dad cum. She imagines his cock exploding and shooting cum in the air. The thought almost sends her over the top but not quite. She has been here before. The orgasm just won’t come and she knows it. She needs something big solid in her pussy, fucking her, and fingers are no substitute. When she is this aroused her pussy is quite distended and very wet, so only something like a big cock will do. She knows that there is no point persevering and so she makes a satisfied cooing sigh and slowly stops trying to cum. Hope fully tomorrow night she will pull some young stud who’ll fuck her brains out.

On hearing her long sigh Michael asks ‘Did you cum, sweetheart.’

‘Mmmm Hmm,’ Sarah responds sleepily and turning over she tries to calm herself enough to sleep, eventually dozing off.

Michael is soon asleep too. A thoroughly satisfied sleep.

The following evening they agree to go ahead with their plan to go out on the pull. The day had passed with surprisingly little embarrassment over the night before. At breakfast Michael had asked ‘You OK, love.’

Of course, Dad. We have a deal don’t we? Now stop worrying. What we do is just between us and we’re not hurting anyone.’ This reassured Michael and he spent the day looking at his lovely sexy daughter in a whole new light. In fact he was intrigued and a little excited at the thought of seeing her pull tonight. Also, deep down he knew he wanted to have some more mutual masturbation sessions and hoped that they might even progress to having the sheets off, and maybe the lights on.

Part 2

That night Michael watched as his daughter danced and flirted with a succession of guys. As they had agreed, he kept a short distance away. Sarah had said he would look like her Sugar Daddy and would put-off the admirers. Michael noted that she danced very sexily indeed. Gyrating her hips and pressing herself to her partner. At one point he thought she had clicked as he saw her locked in a steamy kiss with one guy. But then she danced with another.

On the way past he asked her how she was doing ‘Great.’ Came the reply.

‘Have you pulled?’

‘Not yet. Thought I liked that last guy but he was a crap kisser. What about you?’

‘No. They’re all too young for me. But don’t worry. I’ll wait around to make sure you’re safe.’

‘Thanks, Dad, I mean Michael,’ Sarah says cheekily. 

About an hour later Sarah has obviously found her man. As agreed she winks at Michael as they leave, signalling that she will have him out in two hours. Michael takes the cab behind them but gets out about a half mile from the apartment. He strolls back and stops at the little bar across the street. There are only about 20 in the bar, mostly watching some chaotic looking game show involving topless women. He looks at it for some time but can’t fathom it.

To his surprise, after about 40 minutes he sees the guy leaving their apartment block. Wondering what has happened, and a little worried about Sarah, Michael quickly pays his bill and runs over to the block. He dashes up stairs and bursts into the apartment. 

Sarah is clearly safe but she is in an awful temper. ‘Bastard’

‘Who me?’

‘No him. Fucking shitty bastard.’

‘What happened?’

‘Fuck all that’s what.’

‘Did you…’

‘No we fucking didn’t. Of course it all started out OK. Drinks kissing making out, then nothing.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well we started to get each other’s clothes off and matey wants a blow job. I agree but make sure he understands that I really want a fucking.’ Michael is a little alarmed to hear this talk from his daughter but thinks that given all the lines that they have crossed this is the least of his concerns. ‘So I kneel down like a stupid little tart and suck him. I thought he was big and I got really wet thinking about getting it inside me. I know how to give head but I thought I’d go slowly, so as not to overheat him. Then he just cums in my mouth. No warning, nothing. Just a gob full of spunk and a rapidly softening dick. I worked on him a bit but it was obvious he wasn’t going to get hard again so I threw him out.’

‘Bet he was happy,’ Michael said sarcastically.

‘I bet he’s fucking happy. He can brag to all his mates that he shot his load in my face. Meanwhile I’m left with wet knickers and an itch that needs serious scratching. I wish I’d brought my fucking dildo.’ Michael is simply mesmerised by this display and is speechless. ‘You’d better prepare yourself, Daddy. Your little girl is going to do some serious wanking tonight. I need to give myself a real seeing to and I don’t think I’ll be too subtle. I just need to clean my teeth first. I want to get the taste of that bastards muck out of my mouth.’ Michael now notices the obvious dried spunk on his daughter’s chin as she passes him and disappears into the bathroom.


Michael's Dream Ch. 02



Sarah awoke and immediately thought ‘Christ was that real?’ Then seeing that she was naked and not in her own bed she smiled to herself recalling her brazen behaviour. She actually begged her Dad to fuck her. Shit! What will he think? But then again who is he to judge. He did fuck her. Quite impressively actually. She unwrapped herself from the sheet and rose from the bed. She could hear the shower running so obviously that’s where she’ll find Dad. 

Entering the bathroom she sees Michael just step from the shower and start to dry himself off. She leans against the door and watches him for a moment before he notices her. Neither speaks. They just smile at each other. Then Sarah says, ‘Morning lover.’

‘Morning to you too,’ comes the reply.

‘Quite a night, eh?’

‘Er, yes. Look, Sarah, I want..’ Sarah moves quickly to him and lightly kisses his lips to silence him.

‘I know what you want. You want to fuck this sweet booty, again. And you can. I thought I made myself clear last night.’

‘Yes.. no, but what we did wasn’t..’

‘Wasn’t good?’ Sarah fakes a quizzical look, ‘Why had better have you?

‘No, I mean..’

‘Oh you weren’t at your best, is that it? Well then I can’t wait for your best because that was some serious fucking you gave me last night, Daddy, but if you think you can do better..’

‘Stop it, Sarah,’ his voice now stern. ‘Now you know it was wrong. We got carried away and we were very stupid. Now let’s not make it any worse by continuing.’ 

As Michael speaks Sarah is nuzzling his neck and stroking his back and bum lightly with her finger tips. ‘Oh Daddy, my pussy’s on fire again. I need your beautiful cock. Please fuck me again,’ she whispers seductively and breathily into his ear.

‘Stop it at once, young lady. I will not have you talk to me that way again,’ Michael tries to remain firm, ‘I won’t have sex with you again. I won’t. It’s simply wrong.’

‘Liar, liar. Pants on fire,’ comes Sarah’s sing-song voice. ‘You fucking want me, Daddy, I know you do no matter how hard you deny it. Just look at your cock!’

Michael looks down at the huge erection he is sporting and then looks up to meet his daughter’s gaze. She looks at him smugly but smiling says ‘Caught. You’re mine, sucker. Look seriously, Dad, and for the last time. I want this. I know you want it. So let’s just have fun, please. Seriously, if you give me that speech again I really won’t let you touch me again, and I’ll pull everything in trousers and flaunt my body at every opportunity, just to drive you crazy. Now do we understand each other?’

Hesitantly, ‘OK’

‘No, tell me you really want to fuck your baby girl again.’

‘OK,’ more confidently, ‘I really want to fuck my baby girl again, and again, and again.’ they are both laughing now.

‘So what do you want to do today, Dad?’

‘I want to fuck my baby girl,’ Michael replies stroking his still hard cock.

‘Mmmm. I know you do,’ she strokes his cock and kisses him, ‘and trust me you will tonight, but first I need you to take me into the Old Town for a few essentials. Now let me get cleaned-up and ready.’

‘Aww. OK’ Michael feigns disappointment as he leaves her to shower. 

‘And no wanking, you hear. From now on I want all your lovely spunk for me.’

Michael dresses in shorts and a shirt while Sarah showers, and half an hour later they were both ready to leave. Michael thought Sarah looked gorgeous in her cotton dress. It was bright yellow and just above the knee in length. It was neck high at the front but swooped to mid back at the rear, showing off her lovely smooth, tanned back. She did a twirl for him asking ‘You like?’ Michael felt his cock react, not just at the view before him now, but at the memory of that other twirl she did last night. When she was naked and intent on having an orgasm. And here they were now heading out for the day like a normal Father and daughter. Except this Father knew he would fuck his beautiful daughter again later.

They took a cab for the half hour drive to the Old Town and had morning coffee. They then went shopping. Sarah dragged her Father to the arcade of expensive shops. She purred sexily ‘You should spoil me, Daddy, with nice presents. Then I’d be very, very grateful and have to give you all sorts of special treats.’ She looked so alluring as she said that. The perfect sex kitten. Michael knew at that moment that he would have no further inhibitions over this new relationship with his sexy minx of a daughter.

They spent a few hours shopping and he bought her new shoes and some very naughty lingerie. They had lunch and Sarah told him she needed to find a pharmacy. They did so, but Sarah insisted Michael wait for her outside, ‘It’s a surprise treat, Daddy. You’ll see.’ Michael was intrigued and couldn’t wait to find out what she had bought. One final stop at the food market for the trappings of a light meal and some wine and they were done.

The cab ride back was hell on earth. The couple’s lust for one another had been building all day. Compounded by looks and touches and the unspoken promise of ecstasy to come. Michael was making-up for years of solitary masturbation, while Sarah was drunk on the sheer power of this incestuous relationship. She couldn’t stop thinking about her Father’s gorgeous cock and how it felt inside her. 

For his part, Michael just couldn’t stop looking at his beautiful daughter. He wanted to explore, touch and lick every part of her, from her pretty little tanned toes, with their perfectly pedicured nails, to her thick mane of chestnut coloured hair. He wanted to savour her sweetness and youth, and enjoy the silky smoothness of her skin. But he also wanted to ravish her, savagely and brutishly, in the most base way possible, he wanted to possess her and to make her squirm and writhe in a delicious orgasmic rapture.

They were each aware of the heat of the other’s body next to them on the back seat of the cab. Sarah pressed her thigh against Michael’s. Again there was that frisson of electricity as her flesh touched his. They exchanged a look of lust and Sarah pointed at her lap with her eyes. Michael followed her gaze and watched entranced as she allowed her knees to move apart, opening her legs. She gathered the hem of her dress up towards her crotch, just far enough for the white gusset of her cotton panties to appear. ‘Dad,’ She said. Michael looked at her face again. Her lips silently formed the words ‘Touch me!’ 

Michael put his hand on her thigh. It was hot and silky smooth. His heart pounded as he slid his hand gently towards her crotch. Sarah closed her eyes in anticipation and then gasped as his fingers made contact with her quim. The cabbie glanced up in the mirror at the noise and Michael was sure he knew what was going on. Sure too that the man knew he was fondling his daughter in the most intimate way possible.

He looked back as Sarah who mouthed ‘Frig me!’ Obediently Michael moved his fingers to the edge of the panties and slid them under. His finger tips slipped through the mat of pubic hair and found the top of her pussy. Sarah gasped again as he touched her clit and moaned softly as he began to work his fingers back and forth and down the slit of her cunt. Michael kept a steady rhythm and alternately looked at his daughter’s lovely face, and the eyes of the driver in the mirror. They couldn’t possibly hide what they were doing and it was clear the man wanted to see more. Eventually, despite his need to concentrate on the road, the driver looked round and straight at Michael’s hand in Sarah’s panties. He muttered something in Spanish and then the car swerved violently as he regained his course. There was much swearing, and, realising the danger, the lovers stopped what they were doing for now.

Not before time, thought Michael, adjusting the uncomfortable erection in his shorts. Sarah reached over and gave it a loving squeeze. ‘Stop that, now. Wait!’ he snapped in a whisper, and Sarah contented herself with taking his hand and kissing the fingers that had just pleasured her.

After an eternity the taxi pulled-up at their apartment and Michael paid the fare while Sarah dashed ahead with the shopping. By the time he entered the apartment Sarah has already stripped out of her dress and is standing by the now joined bed looking really sexy. Michael moves straight to her and kisses her. They kiss passionately and hotly and he then breaks away to suck her boobs. Her nipples are hard and are standing up like erasers. Michael pushes her down on the bed and starts to remove his shorts.

‘No. Wait.’ Sarah says pushing him back. I want to do this right tonight. I’ve planned a little surprise for you. I promise it’ll be much better than a frenzied fuck now. Besides, we’ve done frenzied fucking already, remember.’

‘Yes. I’m sorry, love. Whatever you say. You’re the boss.’

Sarah thought she detected a hint of disappointment in her Dad’s words, so to reassure him she says ‘Just tonight, Dad. Let me do this my way. Then the rest of our time here you call the shots and I’ll be your obedient little tart, I promise.’ She kisses him again. A long lingering kiss, which melts his heart and almost causes him to lose his load of sperm. Breathing hard they part and she says ‘Now go jump in the shower, Dad, but be quick and leave it running for me.

By the time Michael emerges Sarah has set the little table with the first course of their meal and some wine. She quickly instructs him on looking after the main course and rushes off to the bathroom. Michael follows her orders and the food is almost ready when she returns about 20 minutes later. 

Michael’s jaw drops on seeing her. Although he needed no persuasion as to his daughter’s beauty, he is nevertheless astounded at the transformation. She is wearing make-up and a white floral dress. Her hair is drawn up loosely onto her head but also hangs seductively in strands around her face. The dress is quite demure and modest, showing just a hint of cleavage, and about knee length. On her feet are the expensive new shoes: dainty, strappy things that show-off her gorgeous feet. Then Michael notices that her legs have a silvery sheen and, remembering the fine stockings he bought for her earlier, he hopes that the fabulous lingerie accompanies them.

Sarah crosses to her Father who is ready with a drink for her. Taking the class they clink ‘Cheers’ and after taking a sip Sarah says ‘Do you like me, Daddy?’

‘Yes, dear. Very much. You’re beautiful. Sexy and alluring, just about the most sensational woman I’ve ever seen.’

‘And I’m all yours. I want us to have a proper date and then make love all night like real lovers. OK?’

‘How can I resist?’

‘You can’t,’ and she kisses him softly but with her tongue lightly touching his lips.

Somehow they manage to enjoy the meal and to have a normal conversation, albeit punctuated by lingering looks and touches. As they finish their coffee they move to the lounger seats on the balcony. Sarah says ‘Remember when I asked for the lovely presents today, and I said I would be very grateful?’

‘Yes’

‘Well I meant it. And I’d like to show you just how grateful I am.’ Saying that she stands and moves towards Michael, drawing up the hem of her dress. She pulls it all the way to her waist revealing her stockings and suspender straps and the gorgeous purple lace and silk panties he bought her. ‘I really love these presents, Daddy. Do they please you too? Do you like how they make me look?’

‘Yes, love. I do. They make you look even more gorgeous and sexy than I would have thought possible.’

‘Good. Does the way I look turn you on?’

‘Very much.’

‘So would you like your daughter to give you oral pleasure?’ saying this Sarah kneels in front of her Father and shuffles between his knees placing her hands in his lap. Michael just nods in return, he can’t take his eyes of this vision of loveliness and his mind is reeling at the prospect of what she is offering to do. ‘You’d like your sexy daughter to suck your big, hard cock, wouldn’t you?’ he nods again. ‘Oh you’re so hard already, Daddy.’ She continues, feeling his dick through his trousers. ‘Let me get it out for you.’

With that she opens his belt and zipper and pulls his trousers down. Michael’s cock is tenting his shorts and Sarah pulls these off too. ‘Oh, Daddy, I knew you were big when I felt you fuck me last night, but I hadn’t realised how big. And so beautiful.’ She takes his cock in both hands and slowly strokes it as she moves in closer. Michael can feel her hot breath on his glands and then she kisses his rigid manhood. Planting numerous little butterfly kisses along its length and finishing at its head. Then staring sultrily into his eyes she takes the whole tip into her mouth. He can feel her hot tongue press on its underside and her teeth lightly graze the top. Then she sucks it deep into her soft fiery mouth and squeezes the shaft with her fingers. Michael moans aloud in pleasure and so begins the blowjob of his life.

Sarah is an expert at blowjobs. She licks and sucks her Father’s cock with just the right mix of softness, firmness and wetness. She coats his dick with her saliva and then blows on it to cool in the air. Then she envelops the head in her hot mouth once more, sucking it deep between her cheeks and caressing it firmly with her tongue. She alternates her rhythm with fast, bobbing motions and slow, sensual vacuuming suction that feels like she if drawing his essence out through his iron cock. These usually end with a gasping moan from Sarah as she comes up for air. Each time she fixes her Father with her eyes and looks ever more erotic as her hair slowly unravels and falls about her face.

Sarah also encourages Michael throughout this epic oral service. ‘You like this, don’t you, Daddy? Are you getting ready to cum? I want it, Daddy. I want your cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.’

This delicious combination of sensation and steamy commentary continue until Michael knows her has not strength to hold back. He feels his orgasm swelling-up from deep within him. Building in intensity towards the first explosion. ‘Oh baby, I’m cumming.’

‘Hmmmmm.’ Is the only reply Sarah offers as her mouth remains firmly attached to her Father’s engorged manhood. Michael erupts, spewing a thick stream of sticky spunk into his daughter’s mouth. She groans her approval but doesn’t let go of his cock from her lips. His spasms continue for the longest time. Spurt after spurt of after-shock, each delivering another little packet of seed into the willing girl’s waiting mouth. Sarah keeps a firm grip on the still hard shaft of his penis and milks the final drops to add to the quantity on her tongue.

Eventually she tips her head back, freeing Michael’s dick from its pleasures and clearly swallows his spunk. Her tongue traces along her lips and a rivulet of sperm trickles out of the corner of her mouth down her chin. Michael is mesmerised as she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth and staring into his eyes says ‘I’d do anything for you, Daddy darling.’

‘And I would for you, love,’ Michael manages eventually to croak in response. His gorgeous, sexy daughter then stands and removes her dress. Standing now in just the sexy lingerie she offers him her hand.

‘Come to bed with me, Daddy. Lick my pussy and make me cum, please.’ Michael needed no persuasion and followed Sarah across to the bed. She lay back saying ‘I have a surprise for you, Daddy. Take off my knickers.’ Smiling at her Michael slides the sexy little panties down her thighs, past her knees and off her legs. Sarah then spreads her legs wide exposing her pussy, which is shining from her arousal. It is immediately obvious to Michael that she has shaved her pubes. ‘I did it for you, Daddy. So I can feel every touch of your tongue. Do you like it? Do you like my bare pussy?’

‘Yes, darling. It’s beautiful. Just like you. I’m going to enjoy licking you to orgasm.’ Michael then knelt down between his daughter’s legs. He started by kissing her thighs just at the seam of her stockings. From side to side he moves, alternatively kissing the silky smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Each kiss is a combination of lip and tongue, lightly brushing her skin sending little shocks of pleasure through her body.

Michael savours the sensation of the touch, her taste and the wonderfully arousing scent of her pussy just inches from his face. He works his way slowly towards it anticipating the first real taste of his own daughter’s sex. All the while she is breathing hard and murmuring encouragement. When at last his lips meet her smooth, hairless labia she moans and gasps in pleasure, then cries out as Michael switches from light kiss to long lick. His tongue passing between her most private lips and splitting her sex, exposing her clitoris, which he now gently sucks between his lips and teeth. His hands clasp the soft flesh of her bottom and he pulls her to him, increasing the pressure on her clit. Grazing it with his teeth so that she spasms and cries aloud. He alternates this technique of licking and pressure on her clit for sometime. He marvels at the likeness of daughter to mother. This same approach had equal success on her.

Sarah’s feels her pussy flood with juice as her Father licks her to pleasure. He is really good and she knows she will have no trouble reaching orgasm with him. But not too soon, she hopes. This is too nice, too sexy, and too intense to end any time soon. So she does her level best to enjoy the sensations but to hold back the explosion of her orgasm for as long as possible. 

The extra sensitivity of the newly shaved skin makes this a difficult task for Sarah. Michael’s tongue glides over the slippery, silky skin pleasuring his daughter in the most extreme way possible. Soon the girl is whimpering and trembling from the effort of holding back her climax. Michael senses she is close but thinks it is a failing of his technique that is preventing her from cumming. He decides to encourage her some more with a little finger play. His thumbs are already spreading her pussy lips so he simply swivels his right hand around to place his index and middle fingers at the opening of her sex and slowly inserts them. Sarah reacts immediately, gasping and bucking her hips. It is all Michael can do to hold on to her and to keep his mouth in contact with her pussy. By the time his fingers are all the way in she is clawing at his head and murmuring all sorts of obscenity that Michael can’t quite discern.

He begins to move his fingers in and out. Fucking her with his digits. He can feel the fire of her arousal and he is sure that she has become even wetter now. Sarah has drawn her legs up and his holding her stocking clad knees. This action has raised her crotch and ass up to expose her vagina and asshole completely. Michael is still fucking her with his fingers but is now licking at the back of her pussy. Sarah knows what she wants and pulls her knees up further raising her bum hole level with her Father’s lapping tongue. Almost without realising Michael starts to lick her puckered anus. Sarah cries out in pleasure at this. It is a new experience for Michael, he has heard of such things but never tried it. His wife had been very sexual but seemed always to regard asses as beyond the limit.

Michael realises that this is really sensational. Sarah clearly loves it, and he his very excited by the thought of what he is doing to his all too willing daughter. He licks her ass for some time while continuing to finger fuck her pussy. His cock is soon erect again and he begins to wonder how far this can go. He decides to probe her anus with a finger to gauge her reaction. Taking one very slippery index finger from her pussy he places it right on the button of her ass. At first he just tickles around the opening but Sarah’s frantic humping tells him that she is happy so far. So he eases just the tip into her bum hole and waits for her reaction.




Michael's Dream Ch. 02



‘Yessss’ is all the indication she gives but it is all the encouragement he needs. Pressing on, he slowly inserts the pussy-lubricated finger in to the first knuckle. He is rewarded with a ‘Fuck yesss,’ from his daughter. Soon his whole finger is sliding in and out of his daughter’s ass. He also keeps licking her pussy and the combined effect of this intimate stimulation breaks through Sarah’s resistance and she cums in a loud and powerful climax that causes her to stretch out her legs suddenly before curling up into a foetus position still with her Father’s fingers in her ass and pussy. Michael can feel the walls of her vagina rippling as she writhes and shakes on the bed. As the intensity becomes too much, Sarah pushes his hands away and continues to tremble and quake for more than two whole minutes before eventually, sighing and panting she comes back down to earth.

Slowly turning onto her back she looks up at Michael and says, ‘Thank you, Daddy. That was wonderful.

‘It’s my pleasure, darling.’

‘Help me get out of these things and let’s go to bed. I just want to cuddle you and kiss you all night.’

‘Certainly,’ Michael strips his daughter out of her nylons, suspender belt and bra. Then when she is naked he turns off the light and slides into bed next to her.

Sarah kisses him in a long loving French kiss. Breaking apart she urges him ‘Make love to me, Daddy. Do it slowly like a real lover and cum inside me. I want you to cum in my pussy.’ Gently inserting his hard penis into his daughter’s hot pussy Michael does indeed make love to his beautiful daughter. It seems to happen in slow motion. They kiss and stroke each other while always staying in the missionary position. Sarah has several small orgasms before Michael erupts inside her pussy. His cock pulses an endless stream of shots into her womb and Michael slowly sags to lay beside his daughter and lover as they each drift into a calm and satisfied sleep. 



Michael's Dream Ch. 03



Sarah awoke in the morning and her first thought was of her dad. This is probably not all that unusual as many young women think of their fathers often. But now when Sarah thought of her dad she thought of his muscular body. Of his face kissing hers, his cock pounding her young pussy, and of his thick, hard penis spurting a fresh load of cum into her womb or into her eager, waiting mouth. You see this wasn't a normal day for Sarah; it was the third day of her sexual affair with her father. 

She stretched herself awake, lithe and cat-like under the light sheet. Her petite, shapely body was still tingled from the lovemaking session she had shared with her father the night before. She smiled to herself as she remembered the scenes from their third encounter. She had sucked him off and let him cum in her mouth. My God, he came in buckets and she swallowed it all. She had even shaved her pussy for him (something she'd never done for any man) and got him to lick her to a seismic scale orgasm. But the thought that brought the biggest grin to Sarah's pretty face was when she remembered how her loving dad had licked then rimmed her bum hole. She hadn't ever had anal sex but she adored having her anus teased. She knew that one day she would welcome a hard dick into that part of her. The thought of it excited her but she had never met a man who she felt deserved that prize.

In doing these more daring things her dad had indicated that he was getting over his earlier inhibitions about being intimate with his daughter, he was moving to a new level of sexual discovery. Sarah loved that. Maybe she would reward him with her ultimate cherry. The thought scared her and excited her too. What if he thought it was too disgusting. Or what if it hurt and she couldn't go through with it. His cock was very big and thick and it might be too much. She decided to at least explore the possibilities.

None of this was planned and it had come about in the most natural and honest manner. Two people who desperately needed satisfaction and who were able to fulfil one another's cravings for human contact. Sarah wanted to give herself fully to her father who had done without sex since he lost his wife five years before. She loved him more than she had realised and she wants to be totally and uncompromisingly his. There are nine days remaining on their holiday to Tenerife and Sarah decides that she will provide for her father a nine-day orgy of sexual fantasy and fulfilment. Whatever her dad wants to do he can do it. For her part Sarah was quite experienced sexually and so she felt little apprehension about this scheme. She simply needed to discover his deepest fantasies and bring them to life for him. And maybe along the way he'd fulfil hers.

Giggling at the intoxicating thoughts now swirling around her depraved mind, Sarah slid from bed and padded to the bathroom. For the second morning in a row her dad was up before her and had beaten her to the shower. Stepping into the cubicle beside him, their naked bodies slide together. 

Michael turns and looks down into the pretty eyes of his sexy daughter who is now his lover, or how did she put it? His ‘obedient little tart'. For a moment Michael looked at her beautiful face and wondered just how far she would go to keep that promise. Michael had had so many fantasies with her mother, Ruth. Fantasies that she never lived to enable them to achieve. Maybe Sarah would help him to realise those ambitions. ‘Morning sweetness,' he smiled. ‘Morning, Daddy. Still love me?' ‘More than ever.' ‘Kiss me then,' Sarah raised herself on tiptoes to press her lips against her father's. Almost as soon as they made contact her tongue snaked across her lips and his to enter his mouth. As their tongues touched their mouths opened wider into a passionate kiss. They fence and suck each other, breaking off for air and to gently bite at the lips and cheeks of one another. 

Michael is aware that the blood is once again rushing to his penis and his erection is growing steadily between their bodies. Soon the tip of his long and thick cock is pressing into his daughter's belly. Sarah notices it and reaches down to clasp it between her two hands. ‘God, you're insatiable, Daddy. That lovely cock is ready for more.' ‘Do you mind, love?' ‘Christ no. Do what you like. I'm yours for your pleasure. Anyway you want it.' ‘Wow. You're wonderful. Anything I want?' ‘Take me back to bed and I'll show you.'  Michael carries his daughter back to their bed and tosses her down onto the crinkled sheet. He stands over her, contemplating her beauty. She really is a perfect little specimen of womanhood. A lovely face framed by shining chestnut-brown hair, perfectly sized boobs with thick nipples, a flat belly and a delicate pussy. Her bottom is a perfect pear shape, and her shapely smooth-skinned legs ending at delectable feet with perfectly formed little suckable toes. Unselfconsciously he starts to stroke his cock as he admires every curve and cranny of her exquisite frame. ‘Hmmm. Can't make up your mind, eh?' Sarah mocks, ‘Well let me see if I can help. You could just admire me and wank your beautiful cock, but I guess you're bored doing that. Or you could pull my hair and force me to suck you off. Fucking my mouth until you cum.' ‘I wouldn't want to pull your hair or be rough with you. You're too pretty for that.' ‘Don't be fooled by looks. It's my fantasy to have to suck off a group of guys who force their big dicks into my mouth and make me choke on their cum,' Sarah giggles. ‘You're a bad girl, Little Miss Pumpkin,' Michael scolds her using her childhood family nickname. ‘Mmmm, Miss Pumpkin, I like that, you could pump-my-cunt. Fuck it really hard and make me squeal.' ‘Tempting, little piggy.' ‘Do it then!' she urges, ‘Fuck me, Daddy, my love.'

Michael kneels on the bed between his daughter's legs and shuffles forward, bending to press the tip of his engorged cock to the lips of her pussy.

‘No wait. Lie on your back and I'll sit of you,' Sarah says excitedly, already getting up. Smiling Michael rolls over and watches his beautiful daughter straddle his lap and begin to lower herself onto his cock. He feels the heat of her pussy on his cock as she makes contact and then eases down. She gasps as she sucks his manhood into her body. Her hot breath is on his face and her lips are brushing his. Her hair is falling around her face and his as she moans in ecstasy at being filled once more by her own father.

Pausing as she reaches the base of his cock she opens her eyes and looks into his, ‘Daddy your fucking cock is amazing. I love the way it fills me. You can have me anytime you want.' With that she starts to ride up and down in a slow steady rhythm, savouring the power and hardness of her father's penis.

‘I love filling your beautiful pussy, my love. It is so special to me that you are willing to give it to me so freely.'

‘Oh it's not free, Daddy darling. I want loads of orgasms in return,' with that she kisses her father deeply and quickens her pace bobbing up and down on his cock.

After a few minutes Michael whispers, ‘That's beautiful, Baby. Ride me faster.' Sarah moans in response and bounces on his lap, impaling herself forcefully on each downward thrust.

‘Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yesssshh,' she blurts almost incoherently. Then her pace becomes even more urgent and her moans become one continuous wail of pleasure as she reaches her first orgasm. It's small and just enough to spike her arousal further and not to satisfy. 

The couple start to kiss again, deeply and passionately. Sarah sucks her father's lips between hers and bites them. Then she plants little kisses all over his face. She loves the roughness of his stubbled chin. It reminds her of when she was a little girl and would snuggle up beside him on the sofa to watch TV. All the while she is riding his cock in a steady rhythm.

Then she slows down, relishing every inch of his long thick pole, pressing down hard each time she bottoms-out in her movement. 

‘You really love fucking me, don't you, Daddy, ‘ Sarah asks breathily between wet passionate kisses. ‘I mean you want me really, you're not just doing it because you think I want it, right?'

‘You do want it don't you, Sarah love? The fact that you're my baby girl still worries me a bit, but you're so sexy and beautiful I can't resist you, and I do want you. Every minute I want you. I'd be happy if we stayed here all week just fucking.'

Sarah groans in pleasure as she presses down on his cock driving him deep into her womb ‘Good, I want you to get really dirty with me, Dad. I want hard, fast nasty sex. I want you to be rough with me. Hurt me when I ask for it.' She kisses him again.

Michael kisses his daughter back. He loves kissing her soft mouth and copies her in kissing all around her face and neck. He works down to her pert orbs of boob flesh with their short, thick nipples standing proud. His mouth closes around her left breast and sucks her nipple into his mouth. He is rewarded with a loud groan of pleasure from Sarah. Her hands clasp his head and her fingers become tangled in his hair as she presses his face to her boob.

‘Suck hard!' she hisses, ‘Bite my nipples.' Sucking her nipple between his teeth Michael bites down gently. ‘Do it harder!' Michael tries but is afraid he'll hurt her delicate flesh. So Sarah releases her hold on his head and gathers her breast between her hands and offers the swollen nipple to his mouth. The feeling of the scratchy beard on this sensitive nubbin is amazing. Combined with the swollen monster intruding her cunt, the sensations are causing Sarah to lose control. ‘Why won't you bite my tits? I really want you to. I want it to hurt.'

‘I'm afraid I'll injure you.'

You won't. Look, slap my ass,' Michael hesitates. ‘Go on!' he raises his hand and smacks his little girl on her bum without much force.' ‘Not bad, but do it hard. I mean really hard, like you're angry with me.'

‘But I'm not angry with you,' Michael retorts. With this Sarah takes her right hand and slaps her father across the face so hard it causes his ears to ring.

‘Well then fucking get angry, ‘ she admonishes. Michael's eyes flash with real anger towards his daughter for the first time in years. Almost as a reflex his hand draws back and he slaps down on Sarah's ass with great force. The slap stings her bitterly and she is momentarily shocked but soon recovers. ‘That's it. Punish me. I really deserve it. I'm a real slut.' 

Michael's hand lands a second even more stinging blow, then another and another. Tears well up in Sarah's eyes. But her passions well up too. She resumes riding his iron rod faster and faster. Michael continues slapping her. All the while Sarah encourages his punishment by confessing her numerous sexual indiscretions as a teenager, with fellow students, and even with her PhD supervisor.

Soon she can feel her orgasm building to its climax. She hugs her father close and encourages him to slap her more. With one final slap she topples over the edge into an abyss of ecstasy. The orgasm spreads from her centre to every fibre and nerve-ending in her young body. Sweating and panting she holds tightly to her dad while her body tremors continue for some moments. She is shaking and her pussy is twitching like crazy. Tears are streaming down her face and she is kissing her father, alternatively thanking him and apologising to him. Eventually she rolls onto her side beside him.

‘That was amazing, love,' he says. ‘Did I hurt you?' ‘Yes. But in a good way. I love rough stuff.' ‘But you're crying.' ‘I know but from pleasure. Did you come too?' Looking down at his still hard cock Michael responds, ‘Not yet.' ‘Gawd, you're incredible. The younger guys I fuck can't handle half of that. I love to get out of control and nasty sometimes and they shoot their load as soon as I say the first swear word. "Oh Sarah you said a bad word, phutt phutt phutt",' she mocks them.

‘Glad you're happy,' Michael smiles.

‘So what about you, then? How would you like to get yours?'

‘Don't know. What we just did has set a new standard.' He grins at her.

‘Well then…,' Sarah rolls onto her stomach and looks over her shoulder at her dad, ‘you could fuck my ass,' the last three words are almost whispered.

‘What was that?' Michael asks not daring to believe what he had heard.

Sarah raises her bum into a half kneeling posture. She stares at her dad while sucking the middle finger of her left hand into her mouth and, when it is very wet, she draws a shiny line down her body to her back door. Gently spreading her ass cheeks she wets the puckered hole of her bum and prods her fingertip in ever so slightly. ‘I think you heard me, daddy darling.'

‘Your ass? You want me to.. I mean anal sex?'

‘Oohh yes, Daddy. Do it here. Fuck my ass with your lovely cock. You know you want to. And I want you to. I told you I'm a really bad girl.' Michael is hesitant but then Sarah wins him over with a simple statement of fact, ‘Do it, Daddy. Be my first. Take your little girl's ass virginity.'

Smiling Michael kneels behind her on the bed. Sarah coos and encourages him while smearing her juices from her pussy to her ass to lubricate it in readiness. The large purple head of his dick prods his sexy daughter's asshole and slides across the puckered entrance.

‘Put it in my pussy first,' Sarah instructs in a breathy, excited voice. Michael obeys and slides his thick cock deep into her cunt. Sarah groans aloud as her pussy is still very sensitive from the fucking it's just had. Michael makes a few slow strokes and watches as Sarah pokes a finger ever deeper into her bum hole. Soon she is knuckle deep and Michael's prick is slick with her pussy cream. Extracting her digit she looks back and smiles at her father, ‘I'm ready now, Dad.'

Michael eases his big cock from her pussy and trails it up to her bum. Sarah positions the head against her hole and presses back with her body. Michael matches her movement with a gentle forward push. The very tip of his cock starts to enter her tight hole. Sarah's face is a picture of sexy concentration, her brows pinched and her mouth drawn tightly shut. The big cock eases slowly into her back passage. It's tight and she feels like it might tear her. But from some lost corner of her mind she recalls a trick to bear down and doing so she relaxes her muscles and slowly welcomes her father's fat tool into her most private place. Eventually it is in all the way to the hilt and Sarah looks back at her Dad. Her expression is a mixture of worry, pain and pleasure. 

‘You OK love,' Michael asks.

‘No. Yes. You're so big. Jesus, Dad, fuck me. But do it really slow.' Watching her face for signs of any pain Michael carefully starts to move in and out in a slow fucking motion. Sarah is very vocal in her reaction to what he is doing but it is all encouraging and appreciative. She clearly loves the solid feeling in her ass.

As they get used to it the motion becomes easier and Michael quickens his pace. This delights Sarah who responds with ‘Oh yes, you bad man, do it to me, fuck my ass.'

Michael joins in the dirty talk for the first time ‘Oh yes, my little slut. Is that good? Do you like my cock in your ass?'

‘Fuck yes. Fuck it. Do it faster. I want to feel you cum in my ass.' Sarah is now wanking her clit, which is exciting her even more and nudging her towards yet another orgasm.

There is s sheen of sweat on both their bodies. Michael is holding his daughter's waist and sliding his dick in and out of her now gaping bum hole. He is admiring her ass and thinking ‘Jesus this is my own daughter and my dick is up her ass.'

‘Oh my little slut. I've got my cock in your asshole and I'm loving it. My first anal sex with my ass-virgin daughter. It's too much. I have to cum soon.'

Sarah's attentions on her pussy are having the desired effect and she is nearing an orgasm. She hopes that they can climax together so she tells her dad she is going to cum. 

‘Me too, love. Very soon.' His pace quickens again and he changes to shorter faster strokes. He is pumping her hole telling her he will soon cum. She is gasping and straining towards her own orgasm. Faster and faster her fingers fly over her clit.

‘Fuck, Dad, I'm coming.' Her body starts to convulse with a powerful orgasm.

At the same time Michael responds ‘Me too, love. Right… nowwwahhhfuckyesssssss,' he jams his cock into her ass to the hilt and feels it jerk and spew his spunk deep into her anal passage. He falls forward on top of his daughter his cock still buried in her and still twitching and spitting its issue, the same stuff that gave her life is now coating her anus.

Sarah's orgasm matched her dad's in length and fury. Surge after surge of pleasure shoots through her body and each new wave is triggered by each new twitch from her father's exploding cock. When his weight presses down on her that just fires the whole cycle once more and she lies helpless under him as her climax wracks her body. 

Eventually it leaves her breathless and glowing and she can't actually remember falling asleep but she is suddenly aware of coming round again and feeling his weight still on top of her. It's hard to breathe and she pushes up to get out. Michael responds to her movement with a muttered apology and slowly rolls over. His dick is still deep in her bum and as he moves it is stretched and then slowly withdrawn giving her one final shock of pleasure. Side by side now they lie, breathing hard, and drift into sleep. 



Michael's Dream Ch. 04



After some hours Sarah stirs awake. Michael and her have been asleep since the early morning when they'd had an amazing lovemaking session. Sarah encouraged her father to fuck her ass and had confessed to him that she loves rough sex.

Michael awoke now too and Sarah rolled from her spoon position in his arms to face him. Their eyes meet and they smile to each other.

'You fucked my ass. You dirty old pervert,' Sarah sleepily pretends to admonish her dad.

'You begged me to do it you dirty little tramp,' Michael rebukes her with a huge grin on his face. 

They laugh together then Sarah gives him a quick peck on the lips and says, 'Let's get dressed and go out for lunch. I'm going to have a shower.'

'OK. I'll shower too.'

'Yes, but you'd better wait for me to finish. If we go in together you'll just end up fucking me again.'

'And would that be a problem?' Michael asks, still grinning.

'No. But it could be a little awkward explaining to people back home why I don't have a tan. "Oh, you see I never got outside because Dad was constantly horny and fucking me every five minutes." People might talk, Dad!' With that Sarah kisses him again. Her kiss turns passionate and she finishes by gently biting his lower lip, 'You can fuck me again tonight,' she breathes into his face then turning she bounces off the bed and skips to the shower.

Michael watches her lovely form disappear from view and he feels his cock twitch to life. He gives it a gentle stroke and thinks about masturbating but then thinks better of it and gets up and prepares to follow his daughter into the shower once she finishes. He loves the way she gives herself so freely to him. Their unexpected relationship was allowing him to blow-off years of frustration as well as giving him some new experiences.

Half and hour later they are strolling along the beach. Sarah is dressed in a light cotton summer dress and straw hat. She walks bare foot on the sand carrying her sandals. They walk hand in hand, confident that no one would know they are father and daughter. Michael feels proud of the looks he gets from men similar in age to himself. He knows they are thinking how could he have such a beautiful, young girlfriend. He smiles to himself knowing the truth would shock them even more.

'What are you looking so pleased about, Daddy dear?' Sarah enquires on seeing his expression.

'Just thinking that the guys here who are my age would love to have sex with you...'

'And you do. Is that it?' Sarah chips in. 'You just want to show-off with me. Like I'm your trophy.'

'Do you disapprove?'

'Not really. It's very flattering. You mean like those four guys over there,' Sarah indicates four men sat at a bar table on the edge of the beach. 

'Yes, just like them.'

'They're looking at us now. You should kiss me.' With that Sarah swings around and up onto her tiptoes to kiss her father on the lips. After a few seconds she asks, 'Are they still watching?' Michael looks passed her and whispers that they are.

'Then put your hand on my ass.' Michael loves his daughter's naughtiness and obligingly smoothes his hand down her back and onto the firm swell of her ass. He immediately notices that she was not wearing underwear and comments on that fact to her. 'Makes it easier for you to get at me should you want to do anything,' Sarah breathes seductively into his ear. 'Pull my dress up a little and give them a tiny flash of my bum.' Michael again obeys and Sarah giggles when she feels the cool air on her bum cheeks.

The couple finish kissing and Michael pulls Sarah away along the beach. 'We'd better move on before we get arrested or give one of those guys a heart attack,' Michael urges her along.

His sexy daughter can't resist one last glance back to see if the men are still watching. They are and so she waves and blows them a kiss. Then laughing runs to catch-up with her father who has now left her behind.

They find an idyllic place for lunch; a small taverna right on the beach. They choose a quite corner farthest from the building and they sit side by side at 90 degrees to each other. They order and eat and make normal conversation for the fist time in days. 

After a while, however, Michael leans forward to whisper, 'Can I ask you something, honey?'

'Sure. But this has got to be about sex, right?'

'How did you know?'

'Let's just say it's a wild guess,' then quickly adds, 'Christ you're not hard again are you?' At that her hand steals under the table and into her father's lap to squeeze his cock. Confirming he is not aroused she says giggling 'Thank goodness. Maybe I can get to finish one meal before you want to ravish me again?'

'Of course you can. I just want to ask you a question.' 

'Ask away, Daddy dearest, what is it? A new fantasy you want us to try out?

'No,' smiling broadly at her incorrigible naughtiness, 'just something you said earlier. You know, when you were making all those confessions.'

Leaning close she looks her father directly in the eyes and says, 'You mean when you had me face down on the bed with your beautiful cock up my ass?'

Looking around nervously and smiling slightly, Michael replies, 'Yes, exactly then. You said some things about your sex life and what you like, I was wondering if it was all true.'

Slightly seriously Sarah asks, 'Why would it disappoint you if it was?'

'No. On the contrary, I think it's very exciting that you are so confident with your sexuality. It makes you even sexier to me.'

The waiter arrives to ask if they would like something else and they pause to consider and then order coffees and liqueurs. 

When he leaves Sarah prompts 'So you had a question, father?'

Looking around to check that no one is within earshot Michael asks, 'You said you had sex with various people. You know as a teen then as a student. I just wondered about that.'

'Go on.'

'Did you have sex with your teenage boyfriend, Steve was his name, right?'

'No. He was lovely but too slow. I wanted it but he just didn't seem to know how to get there,' eyeing her father for a moment as if to gauge his reaction she continues, 'So I let his older brother fuck me at Steve's 18th birthday party.'

'Really?'

'Yeah,' giggling, 'We slipped away and did it in the alley behind the bar. We didn't have a condom, but I did it anyway. I wanted sex and I didn't care whom it was with. In the end he was sensible enough to pull out and cum on my thigh. I liked that. It was sexy and seemed to make it more real somehow.' Then more quickly adds, 'Are you shocked?'

Just then the waiter returns with their order and they pause until he moves away again. Then Michael responds, 'No I'm not shocked. I guess knowing what I know now, I'm not even very surprised. You're a very naughty girl, Sarah.'

'I know but that's lucky for you, right? You love that I'm so dirty. You want me to suck your cock and let you fuck me. I even let you fuck my ass and you did it and you loved it. Admit it, you love having a slut daughter.'

Quietly, 'I do. It's true. And was that true when you said you want to be forced to suck-off a group of men?'

Leaning in a little Sarah plays her father along a bit saying, 'Yeah, I really do. And I think you'd like to watch me do it, wouldn't you?' Her hand finds his cock again which is now becoming erect. 'Yes, I knew it, you're getting hard thinking about it.'

'I admit it's an exciting thought.'

'Is that what you want? Just tell me and I'll do it, Daddy. If you want to see me behaving like a little whore with a bunch of guys, being humiliated and covered in their spunk, just tell me to do it and I will. I'd do that for you.' 

'But you said something else that intrigued me. You said you had sex with your PhD tutor. Is that right?'

'Yes,' Sarah responds smiling, 'I know what you're going to ask.' Sarah is leaning close and kissing his face and Michael notices the glances from other people near by and decides it may be prudent to leave.

Soon they are walking back hand in hand. Sarah leans into her father as they walk. And encourages him by asking, 'So what do you want to know about my PhD tutor and me?'

'Well maybe I'm wrong but I thought your tutor was a woman.'

Giggling naughtily Sarah confirms that she is indeed a woman. 

'But earlier you said that...'

'We'd had sex. That's right. We did,' looking up into her dad's face Sarah confirms the truth of her statement saying 'I let her kiss me and finger me and then lick me to orgasm. Then I knelt down between her legs and licked her pussy until she came. Does the thought of that excite you, Daddy my love?'

'Well yes, of course it does, but I mean how did it happen?'

'Quite innocently really, at least on my part, that is,' Sarah began to relate her one and only bisexual experience as they walked back along the beach, 'Maybe she planned it all along but she never said if she did. It was one evening. We'd had a meeting that afternoon to discuss my progress and we didn't cover everything. She had to leave for a meeting, but she suggested I come round to her flat that evening.'

'I did and, well, we finished our discussions and she offered me a glass of wine. We were hungry so she phoned out for some Chinese food, and when it was delivered we had a lovely meal.'

'We get along very well and so it was a fun and relaxing time. I ate far too much and as I flopped back on the sofa I undid the top button of my jeans. Clarissa sat next to me on the sofa. Thinking back on it, she was sat very close to me but she is physically very attractive and I really admire her so I was enjoying her attention. She is very touchy, even in normal conversation, always touching your arm or hand, so I thought nothing of it when she would rest her hand on my arm or leg as we talked.'

Michael was listening intently to his daughter's story. His heart was pounding. Seeing two women having sex had been a fantasy of his for so long as he could recall. Hearing now that his daughter had willingly had sex with another woman was making his cock achingly hard.

Sarah continued, 'I can't remember now how it happened but I ended up lying into the corner of the sofa with my legs over Clarissa's lap. It honestly felt like girly closeness and not seduction, but maybe it was, I don't know. Anyway the zip of my jeans had worked down and I was exposing my panties. Clarissa suddenly remarked on the childish knickers saying, "Good God dear, what are you wearing?"

When I asked "what?" she lifted the waistband of my knickers and said "These, sweetheart, these sweet little things."

I laughed and made excuses for my silly, girly knickers and Clarissa continued to mock them. As she did this she had her fingertips under the elastic tops. It's probably really stupid of me but I honestly didn't realise how sexy things were getting. Or else I did and didn't care. I'm really not sure.'

'I tried to justify myself by saying that these were my everyday, comfortable knickers, but if I was out on the pull I'd be wearing one of my many sexy, skimpy pairs. Clarissa said she was glad to hear it, as the pair I had on would be an effective barrier to any intimate contact. I remember that she added that a lover might lose their way once inside these capacious things. And as if to prove her point she slid a hand down the front of my knickers. 

As she did this she gave a little mocking commentary, "Now let's see, go due south until, yes here it is, a little undergrowth, not too dense though, should be able to work through it, and finally a little pussy nestling alone in the darkness. Ah but is there room to manoeuvre to, you know to deliver some gentle foreplay. Why yes..."

'Clarissa was now openly playing with my pussy and it was turning me on. I didn't want her to stop and so when she did I grabbed her wrist to keep her hand in place. She asked if I was sure and when I said yes she put her hand back and started fingering me then she leaned down and kissed me.' 

'I remember her kisses were hot and passionate and her fingers quickly got me writhing under her. So when she broke the kiss and told me she wanted to eat my pussy I immediately showed my willingness by stripping out of my clothes and spreading my legs for her.'

'And that's just about the whole story,' Sarah pretended to conclude just to tease her dad.

'No it isn't. Tell me what she did and how it felt and what you did to her,' Michael hastily tried to encourage her to continue the tale.

'Oh you don't want to hear the rest,' Sarah teased, 'It's just a plain, boring old story of two horny women getting hot and wild and getting each other off,' Sarah giggled at her dad, then continued, 'Of course I would tell you the rest if I thought it was having some effect on you. You know, if it was getting you hard or something.' At this she put her hand on the front of her dad's shorts and gripped his thick, iron-like cock through the material. 'Oh my goodness, you're sooo hard. I never would have imagined that hearing about your daughter being licked by another woman would affect you like that,' Sarah mocked, 'Would you like me to continue?'

She didn't let Michael say a word before she went on, 'Anyway Clarissa kissed me again then kissed and licked her way down my body to my wide open legs then she licked my pussy all along its length. That made me squeal with pleasure. She was amazing, no guy, no matter how hot, had ever made me feel like that. Now you do it for me, Dad, but that's for different reasons. You're my Dad, so the thought of you between my legs, licking my pussy causes me to melt down but that's a crazy combination of how hot you are, how good you are, and the fucked-up fact that you're my Dad and you've got your face buried in my fanny.'

Michael could only smile at this.

'Anyway. Clarissa was a fantastic pussy licker. She licked and probed with her tongue and sucked my clit and fingered my pussy and ass until I just kept having orgasms one after the other. It was incredible. When she eventually surfaced I could hardly see her from the tears in my eyes. We cuddled and kissed for ages then I told her to undress so I could return the favour. She said I didn't have to, but I really wanted to. I wanted to get my face into her cunt and really get nasty with her. She'd got me into some kind of erotic pitch and I swear I would have agreed to anything at that point.'

'I can imagine that somehow,' Michael chipped in almost in a whisper as if not wanting to break her narrative.

'There she was naked and sprawled on the sofa, which now had a big wet patch from my pussy juices. We kissed then I sucked on her nipples, which was very erotic. I then moved down and discovered her naked pussy. I think that helped because hairs in my teeth might have broken the mood. I didn't really know what to do so I just copied her and did what she'd done to me. I licked her and sucked her clit and fingered her. I even fingered her ass. She guided and encouraged me and I made her cum big style. That was a real thrill to have her squirming and humping beneath me. I wouldn't let her go, even when she was squealing that she'd had enough, and she had to push me back. I rolled onto my back and she came down on top of me and we kissed and humped like two teenagers until we'd both cum again. It was amazing.'

'We calmed down a bit and climbed up onto the sofa again. We then sat face to face with our legs entwined kissing and drinking wine. After a while we had our hands in each other's pussies again and then we sort of squished our pussies together and rubbed them. It was incredibly sexy, and very effective as we both came hard and sweaty.'

'I stayed with her that night and woke up the next morning to find her between my legs licking me again. I fell asleep after I came and woke to find she'd left me a note: "Thank you, Lovely Girl. Call me soon," it said. That was about a month ago.'

'Have you called her?' Michael asked, hoping the answer was yes.

'No. Honestly don't know what I'll do. You're the first person I've even told this to. I guess I know you're not going to blab about me to others, are you? How could you? "When I was fucking my daughter's ass on holiday she confessed that she'd had sex with her female PhD tutor" I don't know when you could drop that into the conversation, do you?'

'No, you're right. But that's a great story, babe.'

'Yeah. It's got you ready for action hasn't it?' she feels for his cock again. 'Jesus, Dad, it feels bigger than ever.' Just as Sarah says this they arrive at their apartment door. 'Let's go and find those guys again and let them fuck me. Is that what you want?'

'No. I want you to myself. Besides they don't deserve you,' Michael responds. 

Sarah has got him very aroused and she relentlessly teases her father. 'You're so fucking hard, Daddy, I know you want me. You want me to be bad for you. To suck-off those guys, or maybe you want me to lick a woman's pussy for you. Would you like that, Daddy? To see me kneeling down with my face buried in a nice juicy pussy?'

Somehow they manage to open the door and fall into the apartment. Sarah immediately kisses her father passionately. 'Do you want to fuck me now, Daddy? Or would you like me to suck you? Cum in my mouth and on my face.'

Michael's cock is painfully hard and decides he needs relief. This time he will give her what she wants. He will treat her like the slut she claims to be. He decides to make her pay for her promiscuity. Sarah has been kissing his face as these thoughts have been bouncing around his head. Without warning he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back so that she has to look down her nose to see him.

'Jesus, you are a real little slut. How did any daughter of mine ever get to be such easy meat? Men, women, your own father, you just don't care where you get it. You're just fucking depraved.' With that he jerks her back so that she stumbles and falls onto her bottom. 

Sarah looks up at her father with a slightly shocked expression. Her hair is tossed and falls seductively across her face. She looks good enough to eat and for a moment Michael thinks he can't play-out the role of heartless abuser, then he sees a tiny expression of the defiance that he remembers from her teen years and he swells into his character.

'You little slut. You lied to me about where you where and what you were doing as a teenager. Now I know you were out getting fucked by any and all. So I'm going to make you pay.' Michael grabs her hair again and pulls her to her feet and into the main room of the apartment then shoves her towards the beds. Sarah falls face down on the bed, her dress flicking up to reveal her naked bottom. 'Going out with no panties. You're just begging for it. Well now you're going to get it.'

Michael slaps his daughter's bum hard. Sarah gasps in pain but knows that she will soon derive pleasure from the stinging blows. She has managed to persuade one or two lovers to smack her but they have always been afraid of going too far. She is confident her father will know just how far to go. Michael beats her ass and in between blows he loosens his shorts and pulls off his shirt. Naked now he pulls his daughter's face around to confront the majestic erection that he is sporting. He cannot recall it being so engorged. Without ceremony he jerks her head to his cock and the large head hit's her face. 

'Suck it,' he spits at her. Sarah's lips open and Michael forces his swollen cock into her mouth. He proceeds to masturbate himself by pumping her head back and forth on his member. He goes so deep into her mouth she gags and he continues without pause or concern about her choking. 'You like this, don't you, bitch? You like to be humiliated like this. 

Of course Sarah can't reply so Michael decides to up the ante. He pulls his cock from her mouth and slaps her face, not too hard, but hard enough to surprise her, and says, 'Fucking answer me you whore, you like this don't you?'




Michael's Dream Ch. 04



'Yessss,' Sarah pants, 'I fucking LOVE it. Do anything you want to me, you perverted bastard. You're a sick shit, fucking your own daughter.'

'My daughter's a whore who deserves all she gets,' with that Michael plunges his cock back into Sarah's mouth causing her to gag again. He pumps her mouth furiously for the next few minutes, all the time calling her dirty names. She can only moan and cough in response.

Sarah is now on her back with Michael kneeling by her head fucking her mouth. Her dress has ridden up to reveal her naked pussy and she has her legs spread like a wanton slut. Michael sees her pussy and slaps it hard with the palm of his hand. This sends a bolt of pleasure through Sarah's body and she jerks her head away from Michael's cock. Michael immediately scolds her for releasing his dick and slaps her pussy again harder. The stinging blow causes her clitoral nerve endings to scream in pleasurable pain.

Wresting her mouth from her father's cock, Sarah snarls, 'Hit me again you fucker. Fucking hurt me! I want you to beat me.'

Michael responds by slapping her face again and telling her to shut-up. He then pulls the neckline of her dress so hard that it splits across the shoulder. He pulls it on down so that it comes off her left arm and tears down the side seam. He keeps pulling until it rips all the way down and pulls away from her naked body. Sarah is now sprawled on the bed below him, totally nude and exposed. Her bare pussy is shining from the excreted juices and red from the slaps. Michael falls forward and in almost a single move spears his engorged cock into her hot cunt. He then proceeds to fuck her ferociously.

Sarah is overwhelmed by this attack and her head is spinning with pleasure. Michael pumps and pumps his daughter's pleasure centre until the sweat is dripping from his body onto hers. 

'You're a fucking slut,' he keeps repeating to her. 'Pervert,' she spits back at him each time.

Every so often they kiss, violently and hotly. Michael almost always breaks off by pulling her hair and slapping her face. In between these bouts he sucks her boobs and bites her nipples while she squeals in pleasure.

The waves of pleasure coursing through Sarah's body occasionally culminate in minor eruptions of orgasmic pleasure, causing her to arch her back and groan in rapture. But none of these is the seismic orgasm that she knows is slowly boiling up inside her. 

Michael too is amazed at his stamina. He can't remember ever fucking like this, even in his youth. His cock is so hard it is almost numb to the sensations caused by penetrating his daughter's body.

Without any real plan of action, Michael moves one hand to grip his daughter's shoulder. It then moves up to grip her chin with his thumb and forefinger. 

'Bastard,' Sarah hisses at him. In response Michael squeezes her neck. Just for a second, then releases. 'Go on, you fucker!' Sarah encourages her father to choke her.

Michael squeezes her neck and holds it for a few seconds, then releases. Sarah gasps. He repeats this action several times, each hold a little longer on each occasion, and throughout the entire process he fucks her vigorously. At each release Sarah gasps but also now groans in pleasure. On each intake of breath her body tingles with pleasure. They continue to play this choking game until Michael holds her neck for almost a minute before releasing her. Sarah instantly arches and gasps for air but almost can't breathe due to the eruption of raw pleasure from deep inside her centre. A massive orgasm crashes through her body, igniting every nerve and stopping her breath. When at last she breathes again the cycle starts once more and another orgasmic wave of pleasure drowns out her breath. This happens four times before Sarah begins to regain her breath but is still panting hard. She is totally spent and sated. Her body can give no more. Michael continues to fuck her but she responds like a rag doll. His own orgasm is welling up and he decides a final humiliation is required. 

At the point of cumming he pulls out of her pussy and aims his cock at her pretty face. His orgasm arrives and his fat, solid cock spits a load of sticky spunk all over his daughter's face and in her dishevelled hair. He cums and cums, the stuff is running off her cheeks and into her ears. It is on her lips and in her mouth, and it is matting her hair to her forehead and cheeks. When he is finally spent, Michael falls down beside his daughter. They curl together into a loving embrace and Sarah murmurs: 'Thank you, daddy.'

They both doze for a while and then seem to stir at the same time. 'Wow that was some fucking you gave me, Dad,' Sarah whispers slightly hoarsely.

'Was it? I hope I didn't hurt you, love. I 'm a little surprised at how I acted.'

'You were very turned on, I think.'

'I suppose, as your father I guess I am a little angry deep down about your behaviour. In normal circumstances I would show that anger by reprimanding you. But now that we've crossed over to a sexual relationship I guess I just used that physical relationship to punish you.'

'But you didn't punish me, though. You gave me the best fuck I've ever had.'

Michael is feeling a little remorse and Sarah sees it in his eyes. 'Listen, Daddy. I pushed you to do it. I teased you and told you I wanted you to give me a rough seeing to, and you did. I loved it. I love you. Earlier you said you're proud of our relationship. So you should be. You are the best lover I've ever had and I want us to enjoy ourselves and feel completely free and uninhibited. OK?'

'Yes, Love.'

'Now. What has a girl got to do to get bought dinner around here. Take me on a date. I want an expensive meal and wine, and you might even get lucky again!'



Michael's Dream



Michael starts to prepare for bed and a few moments later Sarah emerges from the bathroom. To Michael’s utter amazement she is stark naked. He stares at her, slack jawed, as she crosses to the bed. In her fury she had simply forgotten herself but now seeing her Father’s look she realises and for the first time smiles and says ‘See what he missed,’ doing a twirl ‘Silly bastard could have fucked this beautiful bod. I’m so fucking horny he could have done whatever he liked and I would have just said more. But no. Stupid shit had to go and blow is one and only shot at step one. Anyway, please turn-off the light if you’re going into the bathroom, you may not want to see what I’ll be doing when you get back.’

Michael does as he is told. Standing in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror he tries hard to unravel all that has happened. Here he is standing in his shorts with a massive hard-on while his beautiful, frustrated daughter is in the next room playing with herself. Not only that, but she has just sucked off a complete stranger and told him about it. He waits several minutes before re-entering the bedroom.

Sarah is obviously in full flow. He can hear her moaning and panting. Then, as his eyes grow accustomed to the darkness he is treated to the splendid sight of her shadowy form on her bed. She is lying on top of the sheet, knees raised and legs wide open. Both her hands are between her legs, and, from the squelching sounds, she is obviously busy with her very wet pussy. Michael can’t resist watching her for a few moments. He stands by his bed looking down at the gorgeous sexy creature who is sprawled so brazenly on her bed, doing the most intimate thing possible right in front of her Father’s eyes. His cock is like an iron bar and is straining at his shorts. He pulls them down and lies down on top of his own bed. Naked, he starts to wank while watching his daughter.

After several moments Sarah turns her head towards him. He can see her eyes are open. She is watching him too. He is not at all embarrassed that his daughter is witnessing him stroking his cock. He admits for the first time to himself that she, his daughter, not the memory of his wife, is the cause of his arousal.

Their eyes meet and Sarah says ‘Oh Daddy, I need to cum. Please Daddy.’ 

Not realising that Sarah may be escalating things, Michael simply replies. ‘I know, love. Me too.’ He continues to wank and watch his daughter.

‘I’m so wet, Daddy. I need a big cock to make me cum.’ Sarah rises from her bed and quickly crosses to Michael’s and climbs on beside him. Her hot flesh touches him and it’s like electricity. She kisses him all over his face and presses her whole body into his. ‘I need you, Daddy. Your baby girl needs you like never before.’ 

Michael’s head is in a spin. For the first time in years he has a beautiful young woman in his bed, in his arms, and it’s his daughter. He doesn’t know what to do and is frozen in place. Sarah hardly notices his indecision. She is too intent on having his cock. Sitting up she straddles his middle and pushes his hand away from his cock, and taking hold of it herself she guides it towards her pussy. ‘Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with this beautiful cock.’ Saying that she sinks down onto his long thick, spear like dick. ‘Oh fuck, yes. It’s gorgeous. Fuck me, fuck me hard.’ With that Sarah rides her Father’s cock like a woman possessed. Humping and grinding her pussy and clit right down to the base of his shaft.

She kisses him full on his mouth, passionately and wetly, probing her tongue between his teeth. Between kisses she encourages him with lewd comments and instructions. ‘That’s it, Daddy, fuck your baby girl’s pussy. Suck my nipples. That’s it. Oh yes. I like that. Bite them. Oh I’m gonna cum soon. Cum on your lovely big cock. Aw fuck, yes. Here it comes. Oh…oh…ohhhh, yessssss. Fuck.’ The rest is incoherent mumbling and whimpering that Michael can’t discern. She lies on top of him twitching and quivering from her climax for an age. Finally, having finished cumming, Sarah rolls off her Father and snuggles up to him, kissing him and stroking his body.

Soon she finds his still rock hard cock with her hand. Breaking off from a kiss to look into his face she asks ‘Haven’t you cum?’

‘Not yet, no.’

‘Well why don’t you fuck me some more then.’

‘You sure? I mean…’

‘Fuck sake, Dad, get over it, would you? Your daughter wants you to fuck her. It’s OK. Fuck me. Do what you want. Fuck my pussy, my ass, cum in me or on me, whatever. Just fucking use me like a slut. I really want it. Honestly. For the rest of this holiday I’m not your daughter. I’m your whore. Now get on top of me and fuck me.’

Smiling Michael rolls over in between Sarah’s legs and slides his enormous cock into her sopping pussy. He pummels her for the next ten minutes bringing her to another two orgasms then cums deep inside her. Spurt after spurt of spunk washes into Sarah’s pussy as her Father slumps down on top of her, their bodies shining with sweat. She hugs him to her and pats the back of his head saying ‘That’ll do, Dad. That’ll do nicely. Tomorrow I think we’ll have to move these beds together.’