Daddy’s Little Nympho ~Closed for Homerun2611 & Princesssexci~

[Homerun2611]

Bill

Laughing, “Yes I think we could, might be fun?” Fun for who was the question, but I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more than a real date with my daughter, and her teasing could have been taken any number of ways, but I might as well enjoy it that there was even a slight chance she might want that too.

I was racking my brain, trying to figure out if there was anything I should read into wanting to go to the same restaurant as that night? I considered asking and maybe I would eventually, but it didn’t seem to be anything negative.

The kiss, at least the first kiss had been an accident, a delightful accident, but when she sad, “Me too” I couldn’t act like I hadn’t heard it. could I? “If you’d like another, I’d love to give you one, I am pretty sure we have more than a few years to catch up on.”

But you’re next comment caught me a bit more off guard, “Me smooth, why thank you beautiful lady, but the night has only begun, you haven’t even seen my best stuff yet.” Eyes were sparkling, and lips were smiling, everything about this moment felt so right, other than what I knew I most wanted was so wrong.

We finished the drinks, and taking her glass, I put my arms around her, resting my hands on the center of her lower back where her waist met her toned ass. Taking a moment to stare into my daughter’s eyes, “Thank you for suggesting this, I want tonight to be special.”

What exactly that meant I didn’t even know, but when I escorted Morgan out, and helped her into my Ferrari, holding the door I watched her dress ride up her long, shapely legs, sliding well up her thighs, and the throbbing I felt throughout my body made the definition of special quite clear, at least one possible version.

Jackson

I gave Stacie a look, I dare not wink when she admonished Diane and the other for making me hard, even though she knew damn well who I was hard for and would soon be again if we were on the same page. I wanted to give her a wink, but didn’t dare, instead just getting us the hell our of Dodge.

The lake was where you could park in secluded spots and make out, I wanted to be alone with Stacie and who knows who was at home. Using the key I flipped the small trunk of the corvette, and sure enough, there was a big blanket back there, perfect!

Stacie had to park well down the street and by the time we got there, it was pretty dark, and looking around we were alone. My arm was around her back and I walked her to the passenger side, only to press her back against the car.
Pressing my body into hers, I leaned in and brushed my lips across my sister’s, as my hands slowly pushed her short dress up on her hips.

“You want to go to the lake? I was serious I want to make you cum, You want to cum don’t you? Want to cum with me?” Pressing my lips a bit harder, I slightly parted them, as my fingers curled around the waist band of her thong. One quick pull and the shredded garment was in my hands so I could run my hands over her hip. I’d never kissed Stacie like this, but I had long wanted to, and finally, I did…

 

[princesssexci]

“Thank you for suggesting this, I want tonight to be special.”

I shrugged my shoulders, enjoying his hand on the center of my back way too much for my own good. It seemed like that age old crush on my dad hadn’t gone away yet. I could still taste the scotch from his lips on mine and felt his hand move down lower until his hand was practically on my ass.

I should’ve probably moved away. Of course, there was a lot of things I should have probably done that I hadn’t yet.

“It’s just dinner daddy, not like you’re taking me to prom or something.” I joked trying to play it all off as no big deal. I looked at his car in awe. Again, this was something I shouldn’t have been surprised about. “Daddy you’ve always had such nice cars.” I pursed my lips together,”I have to go back to work on Monday can I drive one, pretty please?”

God, I was already falling into old habits and I hadn’t even been back around him for 24 hours. I opened the car door and slid in not paying much attention to my dress riding up some or maybe I just didn’t care all too much.

Maybe I just enjoyed the idea of the thought of my daddy glancing at my legs from time to time as he drove us to restaurant. Whatever the case was, I didn’t adjust my dress or attempt to fix it, another should have to add to the list.

~Stacy~

I couldn’t stop the giggle as we finally made it to Jackson’s car to grab the blanket and then back to my car in the darkened street. I moaned when he pressed me against the vehicle and kissed me.

“Yes…” I whispered against his lips in answer to his question about wanting to cum. I also didn’t want him to stop kissing me. We didn’t do this part very often and I liked it. I think I liked it about as much as I liked kissing daddy. “I wanna cum with you.” The tone of my voice was almost a whimpering begging tone. “C-can I touch you this time, Jackie?”

My hand brushed down his chest through the material of his shirt and I reached up to kiss him again, this time longer before pulling back so he could answer.

 

[Homerun2611]

BIll

He wondered if Morgan had heard his offer to kiss her again, and if she had accepted how he likely would have kissed her far differently, and in the way he had though of doing and so longed to to right now. However, when she made no reply, he moved the other way, and wondered if he was in the process of making a fool of himself.

When I held her only to hear, “It’s just dinner daddy, not like you’re taking me to prom or something.” I questioned even more. The signals felt mixed, but were they, or did I just want there to be the same sort of taboo, forbidden attraction and desire from my beautiful daughter, that I could not help but feel for her. Yet other things, her “smooth” comment, her “me too” seemed to say something else. Maybe the answer was she didn’t even know for sure.

”Maybe it isn’t the prom, but I can’t help but be excited, to just enjoy some time with just the two of us.” Walking her out to the car, feeling the sway of her hips and ass as I guided her, at a minimum I knew her husband was a fool, who possibly would kick her out? Hopefully, his loss was my gain but to what extent?

“Yes, honey, whatever I have is yours, you should feel free to drive or ride anything I’ve got.” I even know how it sounded, and smiled as I said it, just another line in the water, trying to understand our feelings?

Walking around the car, the image of her gorgeous bare legs, her dress riding high, had me biting my lip. But then getting in, and seeing she hadn’t adjusted herself had my stealing glance after glance, while hoping I was not too obvious.
The restaurant was a twenty minute drive, it was on the outskirts of town overlooking the same lake that Stacey and Jackson would soon be parking at the far opposite bank of.

Tossing on music from a Sirius station that played 2000-2010 hits, it was a bit of a trip down memory lane to the same songs that were hits when we had last done this. The Leona Lewis song, “Bleeding Love” came on, I was almost sure that it had been playing on our night as well. Reaching over, I let my hand grip her thigh, and even slid up a bit as I looked over. “Remember this song sweetheart?…” It was then I asked, “Can I ask, what made you want us come back here? I mean, I’m glad, but … just curious?” My hand, at least the little finger splayed up a bit higher, as I lovingly gripped her bare thigh…

Jackson

Stacey barely responded as my hand jerked and quickly, almost effortlessly ripped her panties off into my hand. Perhaps it was the kiss, then the second, or merely the fact she said, “Yes … I wanna cum with you.” And the removal of her panties was wholly consistent with our mutual want.

”Good!” Turning my hand to press my fingers and palm, which now held the flimsy material, against her mound, my fingertips teasing her lips. “God, I love your pussy.” Lips press again, but this time, my tongue pressed into her mouth, tasting her teasing her slick muscle with mine.

“C-can I touch you this time, Jackie?” I couldn’t help but moan as my cock was again, rock hard and throbbing. “You’ve never done that Stace, but…yes, , if that’s what you want?” I rubbed my hand a moment longer, before breaking our next kiss, and stepping away, to open the door, and let her slide in.

It would take us 20 minutes to park at the lake, and as she slid into her seat, I raised her panties to my nose and made sure she saw me inhale. Laughing I looked at her, “Do you taste as good as you smell Sexy?” The fact I was teasing made me no less curious.

Hopping into the driver’s seat and starting the engine, sliding my hand between her legs to pulll her left thigh toward me. “How about you angle in my direction, and let your big brother enjoy the view?”

Old lines were being shattered, but where would new lines emerge? We had plenty of time before we were expected home..

 

[princesssexci]

”Maybe it isn’t the prom, but I can’t help but be excited, to just enjoy some time with just the two of us.”

I glanced over at him and smiled, tucking my highlighted dark hair behind my ear. “I’m
Excited to daddy, don’t worry.” I was excited about dinner. I was excited about ..a lot of things, excited that he had offered to kiss me again and had even imagined what would’ve happened if I let him.

Would we have even left the house? I could still feel his hand near my ass and had a brief visual in my mind of his cock slamming into me from behind but I wasn’t sure if that was my imagination or a memory? Either way it was hot as hell to think about.

“Yes, honey, whatever I have is yours, you should feel free to drive or ride anything I’ve got.”

I blinked a few times at what he’d said because it seemed to match exactly what I’d been thinking about but now I was imagine riding him reverse cow girl. Fuck. I bit back a moan. “I’ll keep that in mind, daddy.” My words came out huskier than I had intended.

Once I was in the car and pulled my seatbelt on. I couldn’t help but grin widely as the Leona Lewis song came on. At my dads words I turned and just couldn’t stop smiling,”Of course I remember this song. I used to walk around the house singing it all the time. One of my favorites.” Though I knew the other reason he was excited to hear it. “Pluuus it was playing at the restaurant for my 18th birthday right?” I hadn’t moved his hand from my thigh.

I probably should have but I didn’t. As his hand slid higher, I squirmed some but didn’t move away. I wasn’t sure how to answer the question that was asked though,”I dunno. I mean I really like their food and this could be a good start for what we could’ve been…”

I don’t know what I meant by that.

~Stacy~

I whimpered with pleasure feeling his tongue pressed against mine, feeling it explore my mouth. There were moments when I hated that Jackson was my brother because I wanted to shove that I was the one that always had him hard at parties

Or why he was leaving early.

Buuuut the fact that he was my brother made this all the more sexy. Thankfully it didn’t take us long to get to the lake and I angled myself like he suggested.

I grinned at his teasing words about how I tasted,”I don’t know big brother you should taste me to find out.”

I was already reaching up under my crop top and playing with my breasts.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

Seeing you in that dress, had also made me question if I wanted to leave the house, yet I knew I did. I wanted a do over, that night had somehow made us largely lose contact for 15 years, you had been my little girl, my princess, the light in my eyes, and your loss had hurt like no other.

My hand now on your thigh, the gentle bumps in the road, gave me acceptable excuse for my hand today slip higher. Despite your dress hiked up well up your toned, sexy thighs, the upper part of my hand and my ring and pinky fingers were now up under your hem, I could swear I could feel the heat of your pussy.
I was trying to read your reaction, and while you certainly didn’t make any attempt to slide my hand away, or evem move your leg, you also didn’t encourage further access, which i didn’t expect either.

”Do you know how to drive a stick?” Asking in terms of the manual drive Porsche, if you don’t I’d be glad to teach you, I’m sure you’d like it, how much more you can control the performance, feel the power of the engine?”

I didn’t know how to respond, “….what we could have been?” Letting my hands grip her thigh, fingers wrapping her soft yet firm leg, “I think we can still be anything we want to be, we’re both adults now, a little older, a little wiser, a better sense of what we want?”

A car pulled quickly out from a side street, and both hands were needed to swerve and sustain control. “Sorry, that was close….” We are suddenly at the restaurant, pulling up to the valet, I look over, “You stay there please, I want to open the door, and have the joy of finally having you on my arm again.”

Opening the door, and extending my hand, I would pay money to watch you unfold your legs. My hand extended, I pull you up, and you are suddenly right there in my arms. It was too easy, too natural, you were suddenly right there, and so… I kissed you. This was no mistake, lips only slightly parted nothing overly sexual, but an intensity and want, as hands grip waist and pull you in. I couldn’t blame it on anything other than wanting to kiss you, and when we parted I would smile, “Let’s make the most of tonight we can, okay?”

Not sure if anyone saw us, other than the valet who couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wasn’t the only one, and you were mine, at least tonight!

Jackson

Looking down as you angled, “Let me see you Sexy, pet the kitty!” It was our lingo, naughty words exchanged as we masturbated for each other. Hand reached down to fondle my cock as I watched you. Pressing the accelerator ever faster.

Flying by a cop, who fortunately was fifty yards from his car moving some dead animal carcass, there was no way he could catch me, and he knew it. The sun was just setting, and I pulled into a slot I’d used before, but never with Stacey, and never so wanting to be here.

Before putting in park, my hand reached out and my thumb strummed up and down her soft, wet lips. “Let me put the blanket on the hood, while you get yourself out of those?” Alluding to her clothes.

”If you’re sure you want to touch me tonight, I think we can do that.” Blanked spread on Corvette hood, coming around stripping as I walk. “We’ve got plenty of time Stace…” The words moaned as my hands reach behind your back pulling you close, my cock trapped between us, perfect to kiss you like I never have before!

 

[princesssexci]

I was pretty sure I was holding my breath at this point as your hand moved further up my skirt. It was just because of the bumps in the road though. That’s what I was telling myself. My pussy was tingling with anticipation and I’m pretty sure at some point I’d just stopped breathing all together.

And then I realized daddy had just said something to me.

It took a minute for me to focus. Something about using a stick shift. I’d like to use his stick shift. Fuck, no — yes. Wait, no focus. He was talking about driving, I think?

“Uh…”

My mouth felt dry as he grabbed my thigh and all I could think about suddenly was riding his cock. Fuck. It had been what— a week since I’d had actual sex and maybe a few days since I’d used a vibrator on myself.

“I could always use a refresher.” I managed to say. I should’ve felt incredibly guilty for the dirty thoughts rolling around in my head right now.

“I…” I started to respond to his comment about having a better sense of what we wanted but he swerved and had to release my thigh which pretty much brought me back to reality that I was his daughter not his lover.

My body felt on fire like I was though. “It’s okay.” I started to open the door but stopped when he told me to hold on. I slowly look up when he opened the door and bite my lip before taking his hand practically colliding into his chest.

I feel my heart hammer against my chest when he leaned forward to kiss me. For a minute I’m still and then slowly respond, clinging onto his suit jacket before he pulls away and then slowly I nodded my head.”Okay…” I breathed.

What the fuck just happened?

I wasn’t sure but I wanted it to happen again.

~Stacy~

“Mmmm…” I moaned as I played with myself watching as you sped and then giggled a little. I circled around my clit teasingly as my hips undulated. I moved my hand over to tease his cock through his pants material.

It wasn’t the best idea to distract him while driving but it was a good incentive.

I smiled slowly as he went to go out the blanket up on the hood and then pulled my clothes off, first my skirt then my crop top then the rest of my thong from my legs.

God, I was so fucking horny. I relaxed back on the seat and continued teasing my pussy until Jackson came back while also playing with my nipple.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

As it had been ever since you showed up at my door, just as it had been long ago before our first night “celebrating” at this same restaurant. It had been a ride of very close and double entendres, my hand on your thigh inching toward and wanting touch, caress and claim your pussy. Innuendos of driving a stick even though I was increasingly certain that there was nothing I could teach you, but perhaps you might have your own set of tricks?

No father should have been wondering this about his daughter, yet I found my days and nights increasingly obsessing about not only you, but my younger daughter as well, as neither had ever followed any sort of conventionality.

The car swerving out had halted my ascent up your leg, and broken the flow of our conversation dripping with thinly veiled desire. But helping you out of the car, pulling you up, you were there and I could not hold back, pulling you into a kiss, far more than a peck, yet nowhere near what I really wanted. Feeling your hands grip my lapels, not pushing away, or it didn’t seem so, but if anything holding on and pulling me in.

I still hadn’t let you go, only asked we make the most of this night, you agreed, but what did that mean? I wouldn’t apologize for kissing you, or suggest it was a mistake. You had seen how Stacey kissed me, but you were the one here, the one I wanted, the one I always wanted, and you asking to come back here, made me hope you felt the same.

Slipping my hand around your waist, my right hand cupping your hip, we entered the restaurant where it had all began. “You can have your choice Sir, we have a table over by the dance floor, or a booth in the corner that is more intimate and private, what would you and your lady friend prefer?”

Never did I hesitate, “If she was your date, what would you choose?” Grinning at the Maitre d as I palmed him a fifty, as he guided us to the relatively private, candle lit booth. He held out the table as we slid in, “I do want to dance with you, but I thought we might enjoy being out of the spotlight as well.”

The waiter came to give us menus, “Would you two like a bottle of champagne or perhaps some wine, or cocktails?” I was watching how the candle light played in your eyes, and the flames flickered the colors and shadows across your face. I was spell bound, “Sir?” I reached my hand out for yours, “I want the lady to choose, whatever she wants, is what I want, whatever she wants?”


Jackson

It was a miracle we didn’t get in a wreck. I was driving fast to get to some privacy, while you gave me exactly what I wanted. For every moment I glanced at the road, I spent five watching your fingers perform, you spreading your legs, and teasing soft pink lips that made my mouth water and my cock nearly burst.

”Fuck you make me hard Sexy, and I don’t think you even know how good you look when you do that!” You giggling as you massaged your clit, and pushed my hand aside so you could fondle my prick. We had done this a few times, but never before had you had the courage to ask, let alone reach out and touch me. I did not, would not try to dissuade.

Even through my pants, the touch of your sisterly fingers, sent shocks through my body, “Oh fuck Stace… ooohhhmmm” Turning off the highway, we pulled into a slot, The sun was almost down, and the moon was already visible in the sky, it would be a full moon tonight, nearly cloudless, the moon and stars would be brilliant both abone, and reflecting on the still lake.

Jesus I wanted you! The blanket spread easily out on the hood, nearly tearing my clothes off as I came around only to see you naked and reclined. “Mmmm, you are horny tonight, aren’t you Sexy… “ I opened the door, standing just at your side, stroking my upturned, circumcized, nearly eight inch prick.

Eyes moved from tits to cunt to tits, each more tantalizing and inviting than the other. “I am too… and I don’t want to just watch tonight either.” God you were hot, the difference in your actions form the first time we’d done this to now was incredible. Then you were scared, shy, and now you might make a porn star blush. I fucking loved it.

”Mmmm, yes Sexy… let me see you fuck that pussy… roll that hard nipple, give it a nice hard pinch!” Watching you do, and stroking my throbbing cock in longer, faster strokes. “You wanted to touch me… “ Bending over, to take your hand from your breast, and guide it to my cock already dripping with precum.

”Do you feel how it throbs for you … how bad I want you, baby sister?”
Moaning, growling, putting words together almost as hard as my pulsating prick. Reaching down, wrapping my hand around your neck and pulling you up, to slip my tongue in your mouth. Only to break the kiss, “Come up on the hood, so we can both play, both enjoy… Oh God I need to put my finger, my tongue.. my… mmm… inside you!”

 

[princesssexci]

I loved the feel of your hand on my waist and I was disappointed when we reached the table though I was happy that we were tucked away from everyone. It was like I was being pulled deeper and deeper into this taboo world, something I’d been trying to stay out of but also something I’d been creeping into on my own with every little fantasy I’d had and with every click into a website.

I was already there if I was honest with myself just no one else really knew it.

“I do want to dance with you, but I thought we might enjoy being out of the spotlight as well.”

I looked up at him and smiled. “This is nice, everything is as gorgeous as I remember.” I said swiftly brushed my fingers through my hair.

“Would you two like a bottle of champagne or perhaps some wine, or cocktails?”

When daddy said it was up to me, no insisted it was up to me. I glanced between him, breaking the spell for half a second and the waiter then bit my lip. “Champagne, please.” I decided. It was an easy decision. I let my hand be taken and intertwined my fingers with his.

“Dancing huh? So then maybe this will be like prom, except my date is a dashing older man instead of the captain of the football team.” I teased making eye contact with him again. It was easy to get locked in his eyes though. It was easy to see how any woman could get pulled into them. They were so fucking blue like being pulled into the ocean or something.

~Stacy~

“Mmmm, you are horny tonight, aren’t you Sexy… “

“Mhmmm…” I said, my voice coming out as more of a moan. “And lucky you, you get in on the action when I’m horny…” I purred.

“I am too… and I don’t want to just watch tonight either.”

Now that I was back to touching myself, I was fingering myself hard, but trying not to push myself into an orgasm but damn it I was so fucking horny.

”Mmmm, yes Sexy… let me see you fuck that pussy… roll that hard nipple, give it a nice hard pinch!”

I did just that, pinching my nipple hard as my back arched. “Fuck, fuuuuck Jackieeee…” my other hand pulled out of my pussy as I let out a shuddering breath. If I kept it up I was going to cum. I reached behind me to sort of steady myself a little bit.

I watched as you jerked your cock quickly and licked my lips fighting the urge to get down on my knees because what I really wanted was to taste it but that was too much, wasn’t it?

Instead I let you guide my hand to your cock and started stroking it and then sucked on your tongue moaning as I stroked it faster. I giggled at your suggestion. God, you were so cute. I climbed on the hood of your car and spread my legs before returning to the handjob I was giving you.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

Of course I have no idea of your internal dialogue, for if I did, rather than sitting at this table, I would be in the back of the parking lot, pushing back the seat and trying to mount you! Finally realizing a quest that has played across my mind 1,000 times over the last fifteen years!

“This is nice, everything is as gorgeous as I remember.” Your words haunt me, and it is time for a bit of honestly, “I wish I remembered, I’ve tried, I’ve wanted to, I know I wanted to be with you more than anything, more than I ever had, more than I ever would again, until, tonight that is?”

When they ask what we want, my left arm goes around your shoulder, pulling you close, letting you order and set the tone. And I even know I shouldn’t I want to slide my right hand up between your thighs, but instead reach out to take your hand in mine. “I want the lady to choose, whatever she wants, is what I want, whatever she wants?”

I wonder what you are thinking, feeling, anyone looking on would think we were lovers, and we probably were, but what about now? “Champagne, please.” Squeezing your hand, “Champagne can make us tips… “ Then turning to the waiter, “Your best Dom or Cristal, and if you see us getting low, please bring another, it is a special night!”

Watching him walk away, wanting to be lost solely in you, “Dancing huh? So then maybe this will be like prom, except my date is a dashing older man instead of the captain of the football team.” I can still remember hating that bastard as he picked you up, knowing what he wanted, knowing i wanted it so much more! Gazing back into your eyes, “He was a kid, I am a man, and you are a woman, not a girl, I don’t think the prom can come close do you?”

This is an old fashioned place, the music will be Sinatra, Tony Bennet and the big bands. The light, candle light. The champagne comes before we know it, I have lost track how long i have stared into your eyes. Cork popped, it is Cristal, and the two flutes are poured.

We let go of each other’s hands, taking the leaded crustal, and clicking glasses. “You’ve always been the girl, the woman of my dreams, tonight is hoping that dreams do come true?” The champagne is chilled to perfection buttery smooth, and you are in my arms. “The Way You Look Tonight…” Starts to play, and I smile, “Can I have you in my arms, will you dance with Daddy?”

Jackson

“Fuck, fuuuuck Jackieeee…”. Watching as you arch your back, pinch your small, perfect, rock hard pebble, and fuck your gorgeous virgin cunt, it is sensory overload. Finally, I take your hand and allow you to feel the strained flesh of my engorged cock. “Yes Sexy… oh fuck… YESSS!!!” Even grinding and fucking your hand.

I stare at your mouth, the gaping lips of your pussy, how the moonlight reflects on your sweet pink slit, and I want it all. I knew it in the pool before we ever left teh party, tonight was going to take us places we had never gone before. We had enjoyed watching too long, it had been great, but the body, our bodies needed and wanted more, but just how wicked could we take our desires.
In that moment, I wan’t sure either of us could stop?

Crawling up on the hood beside you, standing on my knees, as I reach two fingers inside you, curling so I could saw then in and out, fuck you while my thumb found your clit, and your hand again stroked my cock.

I had seen your eyes watched you lick your lips, your body looked amazing, you looked amazing open and spread for me. Looking down, swallowing as your hand glided up and down my shaft, a pearly glistening of precum secreting from my throbbing tip.

I asked a question no brother should ask of his sister, breathing stuttered, moaning and sighing, “Stace…sexy… if you want to kiss it. lick it… it’s okay…. “. My hand started pumping your young, tight wet cunt faster and faster… “I… I want you to… I really… really do…”

 

[princesssexci]

“I wish I remembered, I’ve tried, I’ve wanted and to, I know I wanted to be with you more than anything, more than I ever had, more than I ever would again, until, tonight that is?”

Your honest my makes me think about that night about what I woke up to, about all the swirling emotions since then. I bit my lip and looked away.

“I don’t even really remember what happened.” I admitted. “Only some things, going to dinner with you, mom was on her business trip right? We danced here for a little bit….”

I vaguely remembered how your hands had inched down the small of my back.

“Champagne can make us tips… “ Then turning to the waiter, “Your best Dom or Cristal, and if you see us getting low, please bring another, it is a special night!”

I laughed at your excitement.

“We uh We came home and then you made yourself a scotch and I wanted to watch a movie but then wanted to see what your scotch tasted like….?”

That part of the story I could remember so easily, the part where you’d been daddy and I just the curious daughter.

“I remember you letting me have my own glass and getting drunk, I remember you kissing me…” my lips tingled at the memory as the memory went through my mind of a younger version of you kissing an 18 year old me and then me climbing into your lap…

“And then…it all blurs from there. I just woke up naked the next day in my bed, alone. Mom was home and you were gone and I was confused and then we never talked about it so I just thought… I dunno.”

I didn’t want to say that I thought I was raped but maybe I did. Except, when you kissed me earlier I hadn’t exactly acted as if I’d been a rape victim.

Maybe I wanted to come back here and find out if we actually did have chemistry or if it was something my nymphomania had drummed up in my head. Maybe I wasn’t really attracted to my daddy, just the idea of an older man. If that was the case I could just go back to Mitchell right? When you made the joke about the captain of the football being a boy and you being a man I laughed and shook my head no. No one could ever come close to you, not even Mitchell. I don’t say that though.

“You’ve always been the girl, the woman of my dreams, tonight is hoping that dreams do come true?”

Your voice brought me out of my thoughts and I looked back at you and smiled shyly, my heart beating against my chest. How was I supposed to answer that?

Instead I sip the champagne as slowly as I can, force myself to drink it down slowly instead of drain it because even though I’ve told you what I remember from my 18th birthday I still haven’t told you everything. I haven’t told you I’m alcoholic or that I’m a nymphomaniac. These are things you should know but I’m scared. What if I disappoint you? I’m not that perfect little girl that you raised anymore. I’ve changed.

~~Stacy~~

My body arched as your fingers strummed at my clit. My hand moved feverishly against your cock, never breaking focus as I now stared at it watching as it dripped with pre cum.

What would our parent think if they knew we were out here touching each other like this?

“Stace…sexy… if you want to kiss it. lick it… it’s okay…. “

He didn’t need to ask me twice. I leaned forward and brushed my tongue along the weeping head. I wasn’t totally virginal. I mean I hadn’t had sex yet but I’d given head before.

I was good at it too.

My tongue swiped at the head again and then the third time my lips wrapped around the tip before taking more more in slowly sliding my head down inch by slow inch.

With every bit of your cock that I took in my mouth, the wetter I became. It should’ve become clear that I enjoyed pleasing you.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

Well here we go. My little slip of truthfulness was going to take us back to that night, same time, same place, same Bat channel! I wasn’t sure where this might end, or what I might learn but it was probably time. Actually lone, long overdue!

You gave your first recollection, “Yes, Mom was out of town, we were going to make a special night of it. I was drinking heavier then, but that is no excuse. I remember how beautiful you looked, and kinda hoped you did it extra special for me?”

Swallowing a sip of the champagne. “We danced more than a little, and as the night went on, I remember your hands clasped around my neck, your fingers in my hair, and I think my hands moved from your waist to by the end, I was resting…” No I shouldn’t sugar coat it, “I’m pretty sure I was fondling your ass.”

Licking my lips, memories returning, but how much? “We were swaying and grinding to the music, I remember being so hard.. God help me but I wanted you, and then… we started to kiss.” I looked out to the dance floor, configured today just like back then, pointed to the corner, a bit out of the lights. “Right there, remember?”

There was more that happened here, I’m certain, but you fast forward a bit. “We uh We came home and then you made yourself a scotch and I wanted to watch a movie but then wanted to see what your scotch tasted like….?” A little laugh, suddenly it is so vivid, “Yes, you came over and ran your hand on my chest, whispered in my ear, “Daddy, please I want to try your hard stuff…” I let out a soft moan, “I poured you a stiff drink but Jesus that wasn’t the hard stuff I wanted to give you.”

We both got blurry from there, but things were coming back. You had other confessions to make, but this was not the time, soon yes, tomorrow even, but not tonight.

You jump again, “And then…it all blurs from there. I just woke up naked the next day in my bed, alone. Mom was home and you were gone and I was confused and then we never talked about it so I just thought… I dunno.” I move turning to face you, moving my hand across your body to your waist. “I woke up about 4 AM, you were asleep on my chest, we were both naked, your body was draped across mine.“

Deep sigh, “It was a full moon like tonight, and I remember seeing you, your face, you looked like an Angel, and all I could think was what had I done?… Honey, we fucked that night, I’d like to think we made love, but I… I don’t know. I … uh.. I have dreamed of having sex with you many times since. But it has never been soft and tender, it has been hard, headboard banging, back pressed against a wall, fingers white knuckling the sheets, incredible sex.”

I bite my lip, as a vision as clear as day pops into my head, “Do you, do you remember, taking my cock and dipping my tip into your glass of scotch, swirling it, and sucking off the liquor?” As I recalled that last part, I had gripped your waist harder, turned you, and with an image as erotic as any I could ever remember, I find myself leaning in, pulling your body to mine, and again I press my lips to yours but this time, my tongue tries to slip inside your mouth!

Jackson

What should a parent think, or what would ours think, as I don’t think the answers are the same. I’ve seen you with Daddy, how you kiss him how you touch him where his hands go, as do yours. Mom is no different when it comes ot me. How I have zipped up or down her dress, brought her special sponge into the shower, or been comforted or kissed good bye.

Watching you lean forward open your mouth was truly a dream. I had fantasized about this so many times, but never wanted to cross that line. But how you moved, what you did, seeing and feeling you were that fucking good, was incredible and sad. Yes I fucked around, but you, you were special, and I wanted you, wanting no one but me. I did not care how selfish that was, nobody did or would love you, want you, desire you like I did!

Weaving my free hand fingers through your hair my other still fucking your tight cunt, working your responsive button. “FUUUUCCCCKKKK Stacey that feels so fucking good! Oh my gawd… I knew… I mean I have thought about … but Damn, damn, damn!!”

Looking down, seeing how tenderly you don’t just suck but you worship my cock, I grip your hair. “Sexy.. go slow, please, I’ve never had this feel so good… I just want to enjoy it… then… I want to eat your pussy, eat it like no one ever has, and OHHH FUCCCKKK…. Like no one ever will!”

 

[princesssexci]

~Morgan ~

I bit my lip as you recalled things too. I could feel my body heating up and my breath turning ragged. I was getting turned on by this. My legs were already starting to part under the table. One of my legs brushed against yours and my already short dress was riding up just a bit higher.

I had thought the whole liquor on your cock had been a figment of my sick imagination, I licked my lips just thinking of how it tasted recalling being on my knees and dragging my tongue along the tip and cleaning it off.

I nodded my head at your question about it though after downing the rest of my champagne,”Yes I told you I’d never sucked cock before but you made it taste sooo fucking good—“

I was cut off my by your lips claiming mine and moaned as your tongue slid inside my mouth. I could taste the scotch and champagne on your tongue and moaned softly sucking on your tongue. We shouldn’t be doing this. My hands brush down your chest as more memories seem to come back of that night. I pulled back, face flushed as I licked my lips some.

Our glasses had been refilled already and I was already drinking more of the bubbly champagne scooting closer to you.

I glanced at the corner too where you’d pointed out we’d been kissing after we had danced. “After we danced and kissed in that corner, didn’t you finger me? You had me hidden so no one could see but…you told me I couldn’t cum until your cock was deep inside me and only until you ordered me to.”

I squirmed some in my seat as I was starting to remember more and more of what happened, nails scratching down your chest. It was just one night but it felt like so much had happened and not enough had happened in that one single night.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

I sensed you squirming as the temperature was rising for both of us, and when your leg brushed against mine, mine pressed back and my breath hitched. I hat been terrified of this recollection, that my worst fears might be confirmed, that I had lost control and forced my daughter, but as memories were being recalled, I was far from father of the year, but at least this sure felt consensual!

”Mmmm…” was my reaction as I watched you lick your lips and your mind try to reach back as well. I was also breathing a sigh of relief as my cock as an outrageout obscene swizzle stick, seemed to resonate with you as well?

”Yes I told you I’d never sucked cock before but you made it taste sooo fucking good—“

I couldn’t hold back, and pulling you in, as the memory of your tongue lapping and swirling my engorged, wet tip was sending bolts of need to my quickly hardening cock. Gripping you, kissing you, as my tongue slid into your mouth only to have you respond, sucking my tongue as I moan, just as I did then. Teasing you to lather my balls in your drink, only to have you do it and tickle my boys as you lapped it off like a naughty kitten.

We break, and as my hand moves from your waist to between your now parted thighs, I grip your inner thigh, as my fingertips can sense the heat of your sex. “You know, I’m pretty sure it still tastes that good…”

The champagne refilled, I don’t even realize how fast we are drinking it, but it is more gasoline for our fire. I track your eyes as you look back into the corner where we danced and kissed that night.

“After we danced and kissed in that corner, didn’t you finger me? You had me hidden so no one could see but…you told me I couldn’t cum until your cock was deep inside me and only until you ordered me to.”

God, had I really said that, I had! I remembered, your short dress, sliding my hand down your ass and hip, and turning it, palm facing me, fingers up, sliding your panties to the side.

”Oh God, I remember how your pussy was baby smooth, I felt so wicked for touching you. How as I did, you said, “I shaved for you Daddy, I hoped you’d like it?” And God I did, how I slipped one then a second finger inside you, and pressed you back up against the wall. You were such a good girl, how you rode my fingers, grinned, but you didn’t cum, you waited.”

There was no way my hand wasn’t going to move back up, and I slid my hand up your dress, toward your pussy, were you even wearing panties, how had you prepared tonight for me?

 

[princesssexci]

Had I become this desperate?

I had only been separated from my husband for a few days. Maybe this was just another way for me to get the sex I had been missing out on. Was that what I was doing? Just…trying to find another outlet for sex? That’s what Mitchell would tell me if he were here. He’d say ‘Morgan, think this through. Do you really want to have sex with your dad or are you just trying to fill a void?’

No. No. That was therapist Mitchell. Husband Mitchell was completely different when he wasn’t trying to psycho analyze me otherwise he wouldn’t have fucked me in his office.

Fuck. Why was I even thinking about him right now?

I felt your hand slide up my thigh and closed my eyes enjoying the thrill of it and moaned softly, starting to say something. My hand moved down your chest.

The sound of the waiter clearing his throat caused me to glance over. The spell was slowly broken. I reached for my glass of champagne as I looked at the menu briefly.

“Are we ready to order some food now?”

My free hand pushed yours away from my thigh.

I blushed,”Uh I will have the cheese ravioli and Caesar salad please.”

I drained the glass of champagne.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

“You know, I’m pretty sure it still tastes that good…” I thought we were moving together, wanting the same destination savoring every inch of this journey back down memory lane.

You mentioned how we danced how I fingered you. ”Oh God, I remember how your pussy was baby smooth, I felt so wicked for touching you. How as I did, you said, “I shaved for you Daddy, I hoped you’d like it?” And God I did, how I slipped one then a second finger inside you, and pressed you back up against the wall. You were such a good girl, how you rode my fingers, grinned, but you didn’t cum, you waited.”

I pressed my hand up, I wanted to feel to touch to recreate and revisit, we both wanted this didn’t we, that was why we were here, why you had suggested this place, and we had begun this onversation? My hand slipped higher. I was just about to touch your sex, your legs had parted, your hand on my chest, and …

Something changed, I was so acute to your every mocement, you had been so there, so with me, and then… not!

The waiter suddenly there, asking for our order, “I’d like you to fucking leave and I’d like to spread my daughter on the table, kiss her, eat her and fuck her! That’s what I wanted, but not what I got1. I felt you push my hand away.

What had felt like magic, a dream, a fantasy, turned into a nightmare. Where i had felt such heat, passion and love, I now felt dirty … how could I be so wrong?

As you push me away, I turn, I want to see your eyes, but they aren’t on me, “I’m sorry, I…” I whisper.

Startled looking at the waiter, “Clams…”. Shit, it is clear what I want, I actually blush, “Linguine and clam sauce, I’ll take a Caesar too, and … a Scotch please … make it a double…“

As he walked away I looked at you, “Baby girl what is wrong?” I had stayed silent last time, assumed the worst, I didn’t want to do that again.

 

[princesssexci]

~Morgan~

I blinked a few times and looked over at you seeing the disappointment in your eyes, confusion. I swallowed hard and forced all my doubts away. No, this was okay. This was okay because I wanted it and you wanted it. It wasn’t just a fantasy anymore, some twisted part of my imagination.

“Daddy…” I bit my lip,”sorry, this is all new for me. We went from 15 years of not speaking because of …” I shrugged my shoulders. My hand rested on his leg,”Just not knowing how to…talk about what happened. Nothing is wrong, I promise.”

I was also just mildly jealous that he had a wife who I guess was supposed to be equivalent to me?

I didn’t like seeing you disappointed in me though and I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want you or that I don’t want you.

I leaned up and nipped your ear playfully,”Don’t get too hammered daddy, I want you to remember tonight this time, so you should probably share your hard stuff with me. Besides, we had to order food right? Gotta keep our energy up, plus I didn’t want anyone else but us to hear our conversation…”

My hand ‘innocently’ brushed over your cock.

“We can make new memories…”

 

[Homerun2611]

I was trying to read you, and a moment ago, you had been a red hot sports car, where we had been pressing the accelerator increasingly faster, and while it seemed like the tachometer was shaking as we got closer to redlining, we had each kept pressing harder.

I was breathing faster, and then, we hit a little speed bump. Did it jar us back into the present, into a reality that perhaps should be considered thoughtfully, or was it just that, a little bump, but there was a wide open race track and still a lot of horsepower in the engines and gas in the tank?

“Daddy…sorry, this is all new for me. We went from 15 years of not speaking because of …” I shrugged my shoulders. My hand rested on his leg,”Just not knowing how to…talk about what happened. Nothing is wrong, I promise.”

Nodding, “We didn’t talk because I was embarrassed, afraid maybe I had pushed and you had done, something you regretted.” I feel your hand on my leg, an inch from my rigidly hard, throbbing cock. My hand no longer as far up but still on your thigh, and it seemed as if your legs were still spread a bit.

”I’m glad we are talking about it, remembering, I think it helps. At least it is helping me. Honey, I love Kate, but I was attracted to her, because of how much she looked like you. I think she knows it, she doesn’t mind, if anything she kind of is in to it…”. Stopping, “But, I have felt guilty for 15, no longer for how much I wanted you, and I was afraid, but…”

I don’t know where to go, finding my mind jumping back between now and then. “That night, I don’t think it was just in the bed, I think that was the second time, maybe the third, do … do you remember the living room, the couch, the .. uh dining room table?”

The drinks are delivered, my drink, your champagne filled. I wiggle as I feel your teeth on my ear, and my hand pushes back up, almost near where it was before. ”Don’t get too hammered daddy, I want you to remember tonight this time, so you should probably share your hard stuff with me. Besides, we had to order food right? Gotta keep our energy up, plus I didn’t want anyone else but us to hear our conversation…”

’Share my hard stuff, as I feel your hand brush my cock, feel it twitch, respond and want, more, so much more. I cannot deny what I feel, what i want, what I have thought about a thousand times over these many year. “Yes Princess I want to remember, and I want as much energy as I am allowed and I don’t want anyone to hear, but I hope this is helping you, it is helping me.”

I bring my glass to your lips, the lips of my daughter, a nymphonaniac and alcoholic, but my Princess, and I spoil my princess. Bringing the glass to your lips, massaging your sexy, toned thighs. “If we are making new memories, how about we go back to our spot, and have another dance, a new dance, just you and I?”

 

[princesssexci]

I was slightly disappointed now that my actions caused you to not return to what you were doing right away but I understood why you were being cautious. It was because of how I’d reacted.

“We didn’t talk because I was embarrassed, afraid maybe I had pushed and you had done, something you regretted.”

“I know…” I murmured. “I mean I know that now. I didn’t when I was 18. “

”I’m glad we are talking about it, remembering, I think it helps. At least it is helping me. Honey, I love Kate, but I was attracted to her, because of how much she looked like you. I think she knows it, she doesn’t mind, if anything she kind of is in to it…”. Stopping, “But, I have felt guilty for 15, no longer for how much I wanted you, and I was afraid, but…”

“I’m sorry, I probably didn’t help but I wasn’t sure what happened and the longer time went on I wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up and then mom was around and usually you were gone by the time I was awake. I think the last time we were alone was the night of the prom when I asked to use the car…” my sentence trailed off how I had edged on being flirtatious to see how it would be received and how easily I had gotten my way.

At the time though I didn’t think much of it because I always got my way. I blinked when you quickly hopped to something else, my hand still easily gliding up and down your cock keeping you excited.

My hand still moving up towards your cock until I could find it, teasing it through the material of your pants. Could you not tell that I wanted you though? I was pretty sure that if there weren’t all these people around us I’d be on my knees.

A naughty thought of sliding down under the table sucking on your cock til our food came entered my mind.

When you asked about if I remembered about being fucked in different parts of the house, I bit my lip. It was still like broken fragments from a movie. Parts of it I wasn’t sure was real and parts of it I had imagined or wish had happened. “A little?” I admitted,”It’s why I went to a therapist to begin with. I wasn’t sure what actually happened and since we never talked about it, I wasn’t sure what I had imagined and what actually happened, if I was just …but in college sometimes if I wasn’t at a party…”

I shouldn’t be admitting this but I do anyways.

“I’d imagine you were fucking me on the dining room table after our dinner or on the couch, the living room…”

I start squirming again as I move your hand higher so you can feel how turned on I am. “At the time I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination though from just missing you or memories…so yeah, it’s helping me.” I mumble answering your question.

I take a sip of your drink moaning softly at the taste though really it’s more of the memory of what it was like tasting it on your cock.

“If we are making new memories, how about we go back to our spot, and have another dance, a new dance, just you and I?”

I nod my head eagerly at your question. I almost wished this was sex club just so you could fuck me right here.

 

[Homerun2611]

Bill

We were discussing how we had not talked. “But I was wrong, it was just that night was so cloudy, so much alcohol, and, what we did, how intense, how hot, I mean you were so… and all I could remember was… I know I never had a more intense or physical night of making love in my life… before or after… I mean… you were amazing. I was embarrassed, but you deserve to know, I am certain… no woman has ever brought that out of me.. no woman has ever come close to you.”

This conversation might have made sense to a one night stand, a woman that circumstance had not allowed to repeat, two lovers finally back and reminiscing. But you were my daughter, and even though I didn’t follow up and explicitly say it, I still wanted you every bit as I did then? No, that wasn’t right, I wanted you more!

“I’m sorry, I probably didn’t help but I wasn’t sure what happened and the longer time went on I wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up and then mom was around and usually you were gone by the time I was awake. I think the last time we were alone was the night of the prom when I asked to use the car…”

I remembered. “I stayed up, you didn’t know… ‘. Laughing, “I even left our bedroom door open… I know what a prom is supposed to mean, but I wanted to be the one with you… one more chance. When you came home, and didn’t look in … I figured you regretted or worse, you didn’t want me, and that was just too painful. I had left to meet Kate before you woke up the next day … I will be honest, I pounded her, and imagined it was you…”

What I thought might have been a mistake, seemed more intentional as your hand on my thigh, slid up my leg. You would find me ready, the same thick nine inches of circumcized need, that you had sucked and had fucked you so hard fifteeen years ago, aching for one more chance! Your fingers found me, and as if it were nothing, I felt your fingers glide and tease and dance. I was back at that night, how I had gone to the bar pouring our glasses, when I felt your hands glide down my chest, as you dropped to your knees.

You were so cute, “Daddy can I see it, play with it, pleeeaaassse?” You used that voice that made me want to give you anything, but in this instance, I was dying to give you what you wanted, I wanted it more. But it was what you did next, carefully undoing my pants, rolling them down, gasping and smiling at my massive erection, fondling it with both hands, moving your head around to gaze, inspect and enjoy from all angles.

The way you touched it, kissed it all over, giggled as your tongue extended to taste my precum, ran your tongue tantalizingly over my slit. God how you took your time, worshiped my prick, I never felt more a man, never more desired, never with a woman who wanted my cock that bad!

”Oh Baby Girl, oh Princess… “ I’d moaned, “This is all yours, I only want it to be yours!” What hollow words thone had proven to be. For no matter how we celebrated and enjoyed each other that night, we never had repeated, I had gone on ot serve others, but always wanted you!

You told me you weren’t sure what had been real, and fantasy, even seeing a therapist! “I hope you didn’t see one because you doubted how I felt? And Princess, I am pretty sure, It was ALL real. How I stripped you naked and spread you on your back, how you locked your heels on the dining room chairs and broke the glass of the china cabinet when you kicked them over, when you came that first time, and I came hard inside of you. Fuck I didn’t even ask if you were on the pill, I didn’t care.”

I could feel my cock throbbing in your hand, I was grinding mmm, the precum flowing from my tip. I pushed my hand up the rest of the way, pushed your panties to the side, and felt your little triangle of pubic hair decoration. ‘I wondered how you’d look tonight… I still wanted how you’ll taste?” You were so set, I’d felt the slickness on your thighs but it was nothing to the pool of your juices that flowed over my fingers as I pressed into your folds. Leaning in slightly, “Is your clit still as sensitive sweetheart?” As I found your swollen nub.

We hadn’t even discussed how I’d bent you straight legged over the back of the couch, and you had screamed, “Ram me hard Daddy.. pound me please!” Or later on bed, how you’d grabbed the head board when I fucked your ass, or how you’d cleaned my filthy cock afterwords, so I could fuck your virgin pussy yet again. The waiter was bringing another bottle, but I still had a moment, “Whatever you thought happened did, and probably more.”

I licked my fingers dripping from my initial exploration of your cunt, as we got up, “Ohhh, you do taste good?” I moaned into your ear. We made a bee line to that dark corner, my one hand on your waist my other snaked around firmly gripping your ass. It felt so good to have you back in my arms, so good to press my body into yous, let my lips find yours! Was it coincidence or irony, or just a bad joke, that the next Sinatra song that started to play, was, “The Lady Is A Tramp”.

 

[princesssexci]

“I stayed up, you didn’t know… ‘. Laughing, “I even left our bedroom door open… I know what a prom is supposed to mean, but I wanted to be the one with you… one more chance. When you came home, and didn’t look in … I figured you regretted or worse, you didn’t want me, and that was just too painful. I had left to meet Kate before you woke up the next day … I will be honest, I pounded her, and imagined it was you…”

That made me all the more jealous that it could’ve been me that night that had your cock buried inside my cock and instead of Jake captain of the football team, it could’ve been you making me cry out in pleasure.

As I stroked your cock while you reminisced I could feel just how hard you were for me.

I hope you didn’t see one because you doubted how I felt? And Princess, I am pretty sure, It was ALL real. How I stripped you naked and spread you on your back, how you locked your heels on the dining room chairs and broke the glass of the china cabinet when you kicked them over, when you came that first time, and I came hard inside of you. Fuck I didn’t even ask if you were on the pill, I didn’t care.”

I moaned softly at the memory,”I remember. I remember how good your cum felt inside of me.” I didn’t want to go into why I was going to therapy yet though, scared it would ruin everything.

Fuck I was getting so turned on right now. I bit back a moan as I felt your finger slide into the the laced panties I was wearing tonight. I’d opted not to wear the thong having not expecting this to happen. Still, you’d be able to feel just how needy my cunt was for you.

“Is your clit still as sensitive sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy…” I breathed, my hand stilled on your cock unable to move for the moment wanting to see what you’d do. “It’s very sensiii..” I bit my lip and gripped the table when I felt your finger press against it. My other hand that’s around your cock lightly gripping it,”I can’t wait til this is in one of my holes tonight…” I purr in your ear.

It’s sweet relief when you pull us to the dark corner and your body is pressed against mine. “Daddy….” I whispered before you kissed me my tongue moved to slide into your mouth.

My hands moved down your body with more ease. I grind my body against yours, my nipples are hard which are evident through the dress I’m wearing and I’m begging you for some sort of relief since I’m now so wound up from our talk,

 

[Homerun2611]

I wanted to forget that night, forget Jake, forget any man but me. You had haunted me then, even before, choosing a woman more on how she reminded me of you, than herself, but finding that we could make a good life together, beautiful children, only to have old feelings perculate for a new daughter, one who was so, so similar to you! But she wasn’t you, no one would ever be you, no one ever had, none ever would.

Together we were remembering that night, and things we hadn’t dared acknowledge, but had lingered and haunting were being revealed, confirmed, and at least for me, craving to be repeated. ”I remember. I remember how good your cum felt inside of me.”

Again my cock twitched in your hand, as fingers went from teasing to pushing inside your inner folds. “Mmmmm, and how good it felt being inside of you, filling my Princess! … Kate suggested I get a vasectomy, but I didn’t… I had just thought about how your high octane engine, responded to fully leaded fuel!”

I felt you squirm and spread as I teased your button, asked about my daughter’s needy clit…

“Yes, daddy…” she breathed, her hand stilled on my cock unable to move for the moment wanting to see what you’d do. “It’s very sensiii..” She bit her lip and gripped the table when she felt my finger press against it. Her other hand that’s around my cock lightly gripping it,”I can’t wait til this is in one of my holes tonight…” She purred in my ear.

Did she possibly remember all we had done, did I? Probably not, but more was coming back and it was driving me crazy! I kissed her lips, and slipped my tongue in her mouth, hardening it, to feel her naughty suck. “Just one hole Princess?” I felt your hand stop, and as two thick fingers pushed inside your tender, wet cunt, the pad of my thumb began to work your clit, round and round.

“Or maybe two holes….”I was ready to wipe the fine china off the linen table cloth and get you back on your back, legs spread while I finally pushed back inside you! But there was more, as I pulled out my ring finger as my thumb worked your clit, my index your pussy, my fingers in a “C” my ring finger, slippery with your juices, pushed down and under, to find and tease your pucker. “Or perhaps you still want all three filled by Daddy?”

I pressed my cock up into your hand, as I remembered, how you sucked me, how I’d fucked you and fucked you again, and again, only to have you grip the top of our headboard, and arch yourself. “My ass Daddy, don’t you want all of me?” I’d never fucked a woman’s ass, eaten one either but I lubed your tightest hole, and made sure not a virgin orifice remained. We may have fucked hardest there of all. “You are still the only woman, I’ve ever felt cum just by fucking her ass, I’d never fucked an ass until you begged me Princess, and I almost wish I hadn’t, because just like your pussy, none has ever felt as good as yours!”

We had to get up and move or we were going to create a scene. At least the dance floor, where we went was secluded. I and crowded, almost impossible to see, as others focused on their partners. I felt your hands, your nipples. My lips brush across yours, only to whisper “I want you.. now!” And just like back then, my hand went from gripping your ass to sliding down the back of your thigh, and back up and under your dress. My fist gripping the waistband of your panties, they come off in one hard tug ripped and sheared from your body.

Hastily they are bunched, and stuffed in jacket pocket, only to have hand go back down, palm up, to curl under and up the front of your dress. I know the route and this time as I press into kiss my fingers slide back up inside you. “Oh God…” Moaning into your mouth. Trying to shield your body while my fingers and hand start to fuck you. Other hand grabs your waist, pulling you so tight, trying to protect you while I enjoy you… “ Every cell of my body wants you, as I can’t help but grind and start dry humping your thigh!

 

[princesssexci]

“Just one hole Princess?”

Ohhh my fucking god, he was going to drive me insane. I just knew it. I had to wonder if he realized how hard it was to not beg him to fuck me right here on the table in front of everyone right now.

I only whimpered in response and gasped sharply as your fingers formed a c inside of me. “Oh my god, D-daddy…”

“Or maybe two holes….”

“Yes, two holes…”

I really didn’t care how many holes were filled I just wanted his cock inside of me, buried deep splitting me in half. I continued stroking him through his cock, slow and languidly.

“Or perhaps you still want all three filled by Daddy?”

My hips rolled in response to that. “Yes, fuck all three holes daddy. Make me your little cock whore…”

Words I shouldn’t be saying, he was married. Even if she was a replica of me. When we were on the dance floor though, that was when the fun was able to begin. “I want you too, so fucking bad. If we didn’t have an audience…” I moaned

I bit back a giggle as you tore my panties off and made it so I was hidden but you were fucking me with your hand. I buried my face in your neck moaning. It felt so fucking good. You felt so good.

My hand had slipped into your pants and was now stroking your cock using skit to skin contact.

“You’re so fucking hard for me daddy…”

 

[Homerun2611]

He loved her answere to each of his first illicit questions regarding whether it was one or two holes she wanted him to feel?

“Oh my god, D-daddy…”

“Yes, two holes…”

But it was her answer to using all three of his daughter’s holes and truly touched his darkest, deepest desires….

“Yes, fuck all three holes daddy. Make me your little cock whore…”

It was so dirty, filthy, horrible and erotically perfect!

He adjusted his fingers as he had one finger deep in her cunt, a thumb on her clit, and his middle finger, slid ever so slightly into his daughter’s ass. “Oh My God Yes, Princess… you can’t know how bad I want just that!” His princess, as his whore, his to enjoy, fuck and use, just like that very first night, from this point on!

We moved to the dance floor, my hand up her dress, her fingers down my pants, father to daughter, cock to cunt! We moaned our desire, God only knows the scene we were making, or who might be in the restaurant? “I want you too, so fucking bad. If we didn’t have an audience…” She moaned

I was lost in a dizzying fantasy of need and dark desire, my daughter as my whore reverberating through my mind. “Is an audience a bad thing? Maybe not here… But oh my God, can’t you imagine how we’d perform for an audience, eyes staring, as we fucked?” What was I doing, we had taken that night clarified, but now even pushing up the volume.

“You’re so fucking hard for me daddy…”

I was, impossibly hard. “And you’re so deliciously wet! I don’t think we should waste it do you?” My hand was now pumping hard into her crotch, my mouth and teeth biting and sucking her neck.

“Princess! I don’t think I can wait to fuck you? I’m not even sure I can make it to a hotel … at least for the first time!”

One thing was certain, we weren’t heading home, there was a Ritz right across the parking lot from the restaurant, I was getting a room. No that wasn’t the question, the question was, would we even make it out of this restaurant before my cock was buried inside of you?

 

[princesssexci]

Make me your little cock whore…
Had I really said that outloud? It didn’t matter, daddy heard me. It only served to turn him on even more. I could tell by hard he was and by how hard he was pressing against my clit. It was taking every ounce of control not to moan loud enough for the whole fucking restaurant to hear.

“Is an audience a bad thing? Maybe not here… But oh my God, can’t you imagine how we’d perform for an audience, eyes staring, as we fucked?”

I shivered at the idea of others watching us, watching my daddy fuck me but thinking we were just playing on some kink when really it was our reality.

Or maybe both, playing on the kink and having it be our reality. It seemed like I only got more wet from that suggestion though gyrating against his hand.

“Daddy…” I whimpered my head falling back giving him more access as he bit and nipped me.

“And you’re so deliciously wet! I don’t think we should waste it do you?”
“No we we shouldn’t.” I said with soft laughter. I pulled my hand out of his pants though because I was sure if I kept stroking him he’d end up in a huge mess which would’ve been embarrassing.

“Princess! I don’t think I can wait to fuck you? I’m not even sure I can make it to a hotel … at least for the first time!”

“Should we just take our food to go?” At this point Food was going to just end up as an after thought. The only thing I wanted in my mouth was his cock.

 

[Homerun2611]

“Make me your little cock whore?” Those words kept rewinding through my brain, and it sounded even better, dirtier and more erotic each time I played it. Yes I wanted my daughter back in my life, I wanted to coddle and spoil her, love her and make her world all good again, but Jesus Christ, what i did want, what I had wanted as long as I could remember, fantasized and obsessed over, was, my Morgan, my little girl, my princess, as my, “Little cock whore!”

The exchange on the dance floor, only escalated …

“Daddy…” She whimpered her head falling back giving me more access as I bit and nipped her.

“And you’re so deliciously wet! I don’t think we should waste it do you?”
“No we we shouldn’t.” She said with soft laughter. She pulled her hand out of my pants though because I was going to cum, cum fast cum hard, and it would be amazing. I had no intention of cumming anywhere but inside of her, and luckily my wicked, wonderful daughter wanted the same.

“Princess! I don’t think I can wait to fuck you? I’m not even sure I can make it to a hotel … at least for the first time!”

“Should we just take our food to go?”

Another bite of the neck, as teeth raked up her neck to here ear. “Did you mean it, earlier, did you? Princess…would you be Daddy’s little cock whore…”. Pressing you back against the wall, I curled my hand around your ass, and lifted your leg as your skirt rode up.

”The fucking food can wait, the fucking can’t!”

There would be more later, soon, but now… Grabbing your hand as you leg fell beck to the ground. “Come with me… “ The pun was not intended.

I wanted special, flowers and champagne, but it didn’t seem right, not for us, we needed dirty and raw!

Pulling you out into the hall, the options were limited. God I needed to be inside you! Pushing the door open to the men’s room, it was empty. Grabbing you, lifting you, pulling your dress up as I lifted you on the counter. “Oh fuck Princess!!!” One hand grabbing the back of your neck to kiss you, as two fingers pushed hard back inside you, and I felt your hands on my belt.

“Hurry…” As if I had to ask!

We were almost there, when I heard the door open, grabbed you, and pulled you into a stall! After fifteen years of wanting, I locked the door, and pushed you back up against the door, reaching down, and lifting and spreading your legs!