8 comments/ 69055 views/ 4 favorites Sultry Samantha Ch. 01 By: daddieslildarlin Mark walked into his bedroom hoping to relax after a hectic day at the office. His sales manager had quit, two of the receptionists had quit, and he found out his partner was having an affair with his biggest client. He would have given anything at that moment for his beloved wife Misty to be alive still, she was so understanding to his needs, ready to listen attentively about his problems while giving him the most wonderful massages, and chuckling to himself, fucking his brains out after she had him nice and relaxed. He laid back on the bed kicking his shoes off, thinking about his day and the past. How perfect their lives had been before Misty was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. He thought back to before it was just him and his little girl, well not so little anymore. Sam was eighteen now, and she would have killed him if she knew he still thought of her as Sam instead of Samantha like she asked. But she would always be his little tom boy, fixing the cars with daddy on Saturday, helping with the yard work, tossing a baseball in the back yard while mom watched. God those were good days. Now Mark found himself trying to raise their daughter on his own, dealing with periods and dating. His little girl had grown up, and even at thirty seven, Mark felt old all of a sudden. Determined not to let this sudden funk he was in overcome him, he rose up off the bed and walked slowly over to the bathroom, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he walked. Peeling the shirt of his broad chest, he reached into the shower and turned the dials till the water temperature was just right, steaming hot, but not so hot that it would burn him. He undid the button on his slacks and pulled the zipper down, letting his pants fall to the floor. He moved over to the full length mirror and examined himself, the broad shoulders and muscular chest. His hips were still slim, his stomach still firm, almost a six pack but not quite, strong legs, strong arms, "Huh," he thought to himself, "not bad at all for almost forty." He also took a close look at his cock, thinking that some higher power must have really liked him to endow him so well. His dick was 9" long if not longer, (he never felt it necessary to measure), and thick. He remembered fondly when Misty had first tried to fit her mouth around it and couldn't, mmm, but it was fun when she tried. Mark snapped out of his fond memories, then examined his face, he had jet black hair, slightly grayed at the temples, bright blue eyes, classic nose, firm but soft mouth that Misty, when she was alive, said could make her melt when he smiled in just the right way. He moved away from the mirror and stepped into the shower, not locking the door as he usually did. He picked up the bottle of shampoo and started lathering his hair, again thinking back to when Misty was alive and they showered together. It would always start out innocently enough, but by the time they had washed each other, touching and caressing with the slick soap, they would end up with her pressed against the shower wall with his cock buried deep in her pussy, fucking wildly while the hot water sprayed down on them. He began rinsing his hair and looked down and smiled realizing that his cock remembered his showers with his wife fondly also. "Why not," he thought to himself, "it's not like Sam is home to catch me." He grabbed the soap and lathered his hands, then placing the soap back on the edge of the bath, reached for his throbbing cock and began to stroke, letting his hand slide slowly up and down his length. He filled his brain with thoughts of the naughty times he and his wife had had. Thinking about how she had craved his cock, begging for him to fuck her tight wet pussy. Mark stroked harder when he thought about how his hot little slut us to beg him to fuck her harder, stretching her pussy wide, plowing her from behind. Harder and faster he stroked, thinking about how HIS slut wife would slam her ass back on him taking his long hard cock hard and deep. He moaned out load in pleasure, god it had been so long since he had thought this way, thought about having his cock in a nice hot pussy while he stroked himself till he came. Marks moans slowly became louder and louder as he slid his hand up and down his dick faster and harder. Then suddenly the bathroom door opened and his daughter was standing there watching him pleasure himself. "Daddy! OH GOD! I'm so sorry, I thought something was wrong!" Sam squealed then quickly shut the door again. Mark stayed in the shower with his hand wrapped around his cock, embarrassed that his daughter had seen him, but even more embarrassed that he was still hard and turned on that she had seen him. He was dumbstruck when she had opened the door so suddenly, and ever more dumbstruck when he saw what she had on. His little Sam, Samantha, was standing in the door to his bathroom, wearing nothing but a little red thong and matching bra. His sweet innocent little tom boy, had red lingerie, and she was walking around the house in it like it was normal. With out knowing it, Marks hand had slowly started to stroke again, while he thought about his little girl in very sexy red lingerie. He was pumping his cock hard when he realized what he was doing, when he realized he was masturbating to the vision of his sexy, well built, 18 year old fiery temptress of a daughter. Marks cock suddenly jerked in his hand, shooting violently as he thought of the way his little girl's ass had looked in that little red thong as she turned and left the bathroom. He cried out in pleasure as his cock kept exploding, the vision of his little girls body burning in his mind. He leaned against the shower door, thinking about what he had just done, while still lightly stroking his still hard cock. Mark suddenly felt very guilty about jerking himself while he thought about his sexy, red haired little temptress whom he would never think of as Sam again.... Thanks to loverboy4mom for looking it over for me! Please give any comments or suggestions for making it better, chapter 2 is coming soon. Sultry Samantha Ch. 02 - thank you everyone who sent such wonderful feedback. I hope you enjoy chapter two also, chapter three and four and on the way. :) - Samantha rushed into the house, she was late getting home and daddy would have most likely have had another bad day. She tried to do as much as she could to ease things for her father, cooking dinner, keeping the house clean, doing laundry, but there were some things she just couldn’t help him with. Such as the fact that he hadn’t had a date since mommy died. She giggled to herself,” Mommy and Daddy, grow up Samantha, you’re eighteen now.” She lightly bounced up the stairs, dropping her school bag just inside her door, and began taking off her school uniform. “Might as well be comfortable while I cook dinner,” she thought to herself as she pulled her white blouse off her shoulders. Her hand snaked up to her breast and squeezed softly. She let out a light moan, she had always enjoyed having her 36 C breasts caressed and wasn’t afraid to do it herself. She had learned at a young age that there was a lot she was going to have to do for herself, and seeing to her personal pleasure was one of them. Her hands went to the waist band of her blue pleated skirt and loosed the button and zipper, letting it pool around her feet. She stepped out of the skirt now standing in a pair of 4” high oxfords, white thigh high stockings, a red thong and matching red bra. She kicked the oxfords off and tossed them toward her closet. She heard the first moan as she sat on the edge of the bed slowly lowering the stockings over her knees. She jumped in surprise, and then listened for the sound again. “OOMMMMMM,” came from the direction of her father’s bathroom. “Oh my god,” she thought, “something’s wrong with daddy!” She pulled the stockings the rest of the way off and bolted for her father’s bathroom. Not thinking about anything but her daddy’s well being, Samantha threw the door open and rushed into the bathroom. There in the shower was her father, perfectly okay, actually more than okay, pleasuring himself. Samantha stared dumbstruck at her daddy’s huge cock and his hand moving up and down rapidly before stammering,” Daddy! OH GOD! I’m so sorry, I thought something was wrong!” She turned around quickly and fled the bathroom, pulling the door closed quickly behind her. She ran back to her bedroom, mortified to have seen her daddy that way, naked and with a hard throbbing cock. “OH GOD!” she said out loud,” Why am I thinking about daddy’s thing as a cock?” Samantha stood in the middle of her room panicked at what had just happened, when she looked over at her oval floor length mirror, and saw that the front of her thong was very wet. She moved closer to the mirror and examined her reflection, noting her fiery waist length hair, her bright hazel eyes and her pouty rose red lips. She looked down the rest of her body, looking at her breasts, firm and high, looking large on her frame but not to large. She took in her small flat waist with the small diamond belly button ring, the front of her panties, which were still wet, and her long, long legs. She suddenly realized looking at herself, that she was a woman, not a girl, but a woman, a very sexy woman. Samantha slowly lets her hand graze over her belly, teasing her belly button as her hand moved back up to her breasts. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, noticing the way her chest jutted out and then bounced back into place when the bra fell to the floor. Her fingers moved to her breasts again, tracing over her hard pink nipples. She let out a small moan of her own, squeezing her nipples harder. She felt another rush of liquid wet the front of her panties. One of her hands slowly inched over her stomach, down toward her wet thong. She let her fingers lightly graze over her panty covered lips, watching her fingers trace an outline over her panties. She moaned again, starting to think about what she had seen in her daddy’s bathroom, about her daddy’s big, huge cock. She pressed her fingers more firmly into her soaked little pussy, rubbing the fabric against her hard clit, pinching and pulling at her nipple harder. She let her imagination run wild, daddy had been stroking his cock for her, he was thinking about his little girl as his hand stroked up and down on his engorged dick. Samantha let her legs spread a bit wider, pressing the fabric into her pussy more and more, rubbing her clit harder and harder, using her fingers to circle and tease. She closed her eyes and moaned, pretending it was daddy who was rubbing her little pussy, daddy who was making her feel so damn good. She let a little scream escape her lips when she thought about daddy pushing her on the bed and spreading her legs wide, looking down at his little girls pretty pink lips. How he would smile in that special way he had before dropping his head between her firm, milky white thighs and licking and kissing his little girls pussy for the first time. Samantha’s body felt on fire, she knew she was about to cum, she knew she was a naughty girl for thinking about daddy eating her pussy while she masturbated. With that thought, her whole body convulsed, she began moaning and panting, pushing her pussy deeper into her hand, her hand deeper into her pussy. She let a small cry escape her lips, “Oh god daddy that’s it, eat your little slut’s pussy!” Samantha came again, just hearing her self say it out loud sent her body rocketing off more fiercely than before. Her body jerked, her pussy was spasaming, cum was running down her thighs. And then her legs buckled, the pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t support her body anymore. She fell to the floor with her hand still buried in her pussy, lightly flicking the fabric of her panties over her swollen clit. She let herself lay back on the carpet, breathing deeply, skin flushed with a light sheen of sweat. She pulled her hand away from her panties and brought it to her face, her fingers were covered with her juices. “What the hell,” she thought, “I just made myself cum thinking about daddy, why not be even naughtier and see how I taste.” And with that she popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked her cum from them. Samantha moaned in delight, mmmm, she tasted good, tangy and sweet all at the same time. She pulled her fingers from her mouth and let her hand fall to the carpet next to her. She was starting to realize that what she had just done was very bad. She felt ashamed, what would daddy think of her if her knew? What would daddy think if he knew his little girl was playing with herself while she thought of his big fat daddy cock, while she thought of daddy eating her tight wet little pussy? “OH GOD!” She said out loud, “I just came thinking about my daddy!” Samantha laid there for a few more minutes, wallowing in her own shame. She finally got up and put on a clean pair of panties, a tight baby-t and a pair of tight, very short running shorts. She decided that no one needed to know what she had done; she would just go downstairs and make dinner, act like the whole thing never happened. She hadn’t walked in on daddy while he, mmm, stroked his big daddy cock, she hadn’t gone to her room and orgasamed like never before after she saw daddy stroking himself, and she sure as heck hadn’t thought about daddy while she played with herself. And her final thought on the subject, and no one would ever know if she did it again…. Sultry Samantha Ch. 03 - Chapter 3 was short and, I thought, a bit boring, so I added chapter 4 into it. Hope you enjoy! The new chap. 4 coming soon - Mark finally reached over to the knobs and turned the shower off. He still couldn't believe what had happened, that his daughter had seen him masturbating. That he had stroked himself while thinking about his sultry, sexy, temptress of a daughter. He grabbed his silk robe from the back of the bathroom door, wrapping it around himself as he walked over to the bed. He sat on the bed with a thump, lost in thought. Thinking to him self that he should go explain to Samantha what she had seen. Why he was doing what he had been doing. A small smile played across his lips when he thought of that conversation, "Samantha baby, daddy wants to explain to you what you saw. Why daddy was stroking himself in the shower." Yeah, that would go well. "Well baby, daddy was thinking about mommy and remembering what a slut she had been for him when she was alive. Daddy misses fucking mommy baby." Oh yeah, that would go over just great. And he of course wouldn't tell her that it was her image that he finally finished to. Her image that made his cock explode in a way that he had never had it explode before. That it was the best orgasm that he had ever had on his own. But he did need to talk to her. He decided to do it right then, when they were both still embarrassed, that way they could talk about it and forget it. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers, one thing was for sure, he wasn't going in there in just a robe. Mark pulled the boxers up over his hips, carefully tucking his still hard dick down so Samantha wouldn't see it, and made sure his robe was tied tight, took a calming breath and started toward Samantha's bedroom door. Just as Mark raised his hand to knock, he heard the most amazing thing coming from inside his little girl's room. "Oh god daddy that's it, eat your little slut's pussy!" Marks cock instantly got rock hard. He stayed at the door and listened to his little girl masturbating, masturbating to him, her daddy. His sweet, innocent, beautiful, sultry, little temptress was in her room, rubbing her pussy and calling out to him, her daddy! Marks hand automatically went back to his cock, rubbing through his silky boxers. He kept his ear tight to the door, listening to his little girl writhe and moan. Every sound from his little girl made his cock grow harder, his balls tighter. He was just beginning to wish he had left the boxers behind when he heard a thud from her room. "SHIT!" he exclaimed, moving quickly away from her door. He walked quickly back to his bedroom and closed and locked the door. "Shit, shit, shit!" he said to himself. "What am I doing, what if she heard me?" Mark paced back and forth at the end of his bed, his conscience wreaking havoc in his brain. "What if she did hear you stupid, she was in there fucking herself pretending it was you." "It doesn't matter, she's my daughter, I shouldn't be thinking about her this way!" "Oh get off it, you know you loved it, and would love to hear again, maybe even help her next time!" "NO!!" He yelled out. Oh god, this was getting out of hand, part of him actually wanted to go in there and take her, fuck her little girl brains out and claim her as his own little slut. But the daddy in him knew that even thinking such things was wrong, even if she did make his lust rise like never before, even if his little slut made his dick ache with just a few uttered words. Mark stayed in his room for another hour, debating with himself over slowly seducing his 18 year old daughter, or being a good father who always had a very uncomfortable hard on when around his little girl. While Mark was in his bedroom thinking, Samantha had gone downstairs to make dinner. She decided daddy needed something special to eat that night, so she pulled out two huge T-bone steaks, potatoes, broccoli and a box of brownie mix. She prepared the steaks and set them aside while she peeled the potatoes. Although trying to keep busy, her mind kept drifting back to the sight of her daddy's huge cock, and her little bit of naughtiness in her room earlier. She peeled and thought of how daddy's hand hadn't fit all the way around his cock. She chopped and thought of how wet her panties had been when she went back in her room. She added water to the pot of potatoes and thought of how hard she came when she imagined daddy's tongue on her soaked little pussy. "Sam you've got to stop this!" she thought to herself, "Your already getting wet again, and daddy will notice something is up if he sees how flushed and fidgety you are!" Samantha managed to calm herself enough to finish preparing dinner, putting the potatoes and broccoli to simmer on the stove and the steaks in the broiler. She pre-heated the stove and mixed the brownies, finally finishing by cleaning up the dishes she had used and setting the table. Just for fun and something special, she lit the candles she kept on the dining room table and dimmed the lights. She was putting the stereo on some light music when Mark finally came down for dinner. Samantha jumped when she suddenly heard daddy's voice behind her, "Baby are you okay? I mean, with what you walked in on earlier?" She turned to her father and gasped when she saw him, he had dressed for her! She stood there staring at him for a moment, taking in the tailored slacks and casual dress sweater. OH MY GOD! Daddy is hot! "Baby?" daddy asked concern evident in his voice. "Oh, sorry daddy, yeah I'm alright. I know things must be hard for you since mommy died." Samantha replied, still shocked and very turned on at how good daddy looked. "You look nice daddy, good enough to eat even." Oops! she thought, giggling in her head, why not tease him a bit, what's it going to hurt? Mark felt his cock start to harden again, tempting little vixen, teasing him. He had already decided what he was going to do about the situation he found himself. He wanted her, she seemed to want him, so he was going to go for it and slowly seduce his daughter. "Well baby girl," Mark answered, "you always look good enough to eat. When did you get the red bra and panties?" Samantha blushed, "A few weeks ago daddy, your not mad?" "How could I be mad when you look so good in them baby? Just be careful who you show them to okay?" She ran into his arms, pressing her body tight against his, "Oh thank you for not being mad daddy! I love you!" Mark pulled her sexy body tighter against his, hoping she could feel his cock through his pants, "I love you too baby girl." Father and daughter stood there pressed tight against each other, enjoying the feel of each others bodies. Samantha finally moved away, "Daddy, dinner should be ready now, sit down and I'll bring it out." With that she turned and walked over to the door that separated the kitchen from the dining room, putting a little extra wiggle in her step. Mark sat at the table and watched his little girls sexy heart shaped ass sway as she walked. He had wanted to pull those tiny little gym shorts off her body and give her the opportunity to really yell for daddy to eat his slut's pussy, but he waited. He would take as much time as necessary to claim his little girl for his own. He would tease and tempt and touch till she begged him to take her, begged him to fuck her. Mark closed his eyes, lost in thoughts about fucking his little girl, his hand reaching for his cock through his pants. Meanwhile, Samantha was leaning against the kitchen counter, flushed and excited. MMM, daddy's cock felt so good pressed into her tummy, his arms wrapped around her body tight, her breasts pressed hard into daddy's chest. She felt the front of her panties soaking through, her pussy beginning to pulse in excitement. Right then she decided it was time to take action, she would seduce daddy, tease and taunt him till he couldn't take it any more and claimed his little slut for his own! Operation Fuck Daddy was about to begin! Samantha walked through the kitchen door carrying the pot of broccoli. Setting it down on the table, she teased her daddy, "Now daddy, if you're a good boy and eat all of your vegetables, you might get a special treat for desert!" She giggled to herself as she turned and walked calmly back into the kitchen. "I wonder what daddy thought of that?" she giggled to herself as she picked the steak platter up off the counter. "Lets see if daddy's slut can do better this time!" She set the platter of steaks on the table exclaiming, "Gee daddy, it's been an awfully lllooonngg time since I've had any meat this big!!" Daddy visibly squirmed in his chair after hearing her naughty words, "Good," she thought to herself, "Daddy thought something dirty when I said that." She stood in the kitchen for a minute thinking of a way to tease daddy further when it hit her, "Panties and bra have to go!" Samantha quickly stripped of her short shorts and her panties; she then pulled her shorts back on and reached for her bra. She picked up both and set them on the counter by the brownies. She took the potatoes out to daddy saying brightly, "One last thing then we can eat daddy!" She picked up her bra and skimpy thong panties in one hand and the brownie tray in the other and headed for the dining room one last time. "Okay Daddy," she said walking into the dining room, "Here is your special desert!" Sam set her bra and panties down right in front of daddy, pretending to need her hand to make room for the brownie platter. Daddy picked up her tiny little thong, and croaked out, "This is dessert baby?" Sam giggled, "No daddy, those are my panties; it got hot in the kitchen so I took them off. Dessert is the brownies." Mark pocketed Samantha's panties, wondering what Samantha was thinking as she watched him do it. She sat next to him as they ate; occasionally letting her foot travel up his calf, stroking his leg with her little toes. He almost choked when he felt her toes go higher, running up and down the length of his thigh, lightly stroking his cock through his pants. He did his best not to react, to just sit and act like nothing was happening, but when the little temptress pressed her toes into his cock harder, he couldn't help but moan. "Daddy, what's wrong? Is the steak okay?" the little temptress had the nerve to ask. "No baby, the steak is fine. The problem is your toes. Do you know what you're doing to Daddy bab-mmmm...!?" Right as he was finishing she pushed her toes harder against his cock, letting them press and stroke through the fabric of his pants. "Yes Daddy, I do know what I'm doing. Don't you like it?" She smiled teasingly at him. "Oh god Samantha, I love it. Why?" Mark moaned out, hoping that she would understand the why. He wanted to know why she was doing what she was doing, not why she asked. "Well Daddy," She started, pressing her toes more and more against his cock, "When I saw you in the shower this afternoon, I realized that you had other needs besides the ones I already took care of. I went in my room, and realized that I have needs also." She leaned forward, capturing daddy's hand and bringing it to her breast. She moaned softly as Daddy's hand began to gently massage her breast, pushing her toes harder against his cock in response, "I think we can work out a situation where our mutual needs can easily be taken care of."