Not So Innocent Anymore (closed)

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Casey Cassidy had always been her parents little angel. She always got good grades in school and was always home by curfew. Her parents truly couldn't ask for a better daughter. But this all changed two years ago. Casey began staying out late, her grades were slipping and she had become such a handful to her parents. They tried grounding her, taking away privileges but nothing worked. Casey's parents did not understand where this all came from. But it wasn't as out of the blue as they though. Two years ago, Casey had stayed up late and heard noises from her parents bedroom. Since the bedrooms were next to each other, all Casey had to do was press her ear up to the wall. And that's what she did. And what she heard, she wasn't prepared for. She heard her parents fucking. Any other teenager would be grossed out by this. And although it happened two years ago, Casey remembered what she heard like it was yesterday.

Oh god, fuck me with that big cock. Oh fuck me hard. Mm, such a big fucking cock. Her mother had said to her father as her father pounded her mother's pussy for hours on end, or so it seemed.

And since that day, Casey had been stealing peeks of her father in the shower. She wanted to see how big he was. About a year ago, she caught him jacking off to some porn and saw how big he really was. And since that day, Casey has been trying to get her father to notice her but nothing. Casey wears the shortest skirts, lowest shirts possible but her father still doesn't notice.

Casey knows it's time to step up her game. Casey's parents decide maybe they should bond more and it would cause Casey to stop acting out. They decide a family dinner is best. They go to their favorite restaurant and without fail Casey wears her short jean skirt, and a tight top that hugs her big rack. But tonight Casey decides not to wear any panties. During the beginning of dinner, Casey takes off her flip flop under the table and rests her soft foot on her father's crotch under the table.

This has to do something? She thinks. She just hopes it affects her father in a good way.
 
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As Kyle and his family climbed out of their SUV at the restaraunt, he couldn't help but notice just how short his daughter Casey's skirt was. It was short enough that he could practically see her ass as she walked, and the thought of other men checking her out in that skirt made him angry. He started to say something to her, but decided against it. He wasn't sure what was going on with her lately, with the low cut shirts and the short skirts, but the last thing he wanted was to start a fight in the parking lot. Swallowing his comment, he sighed and followed his wife and daughter inside.

They were seated almost immediately, and as the hostess led them through the dining area to their table, Kyle counted as least six men who were staring at Casey. I guess I can't blame them, he thought to himself as he sat down across from her. She was stunningly beautiful. With her looks and the way she had begun to dress lately, it was no wonder she got a lot of attention from men. Sometimes it seemed like that was exactly what she wanted. As Kyle handed one of the menus across the table to Casey, he couldn't help but notice how her shirt pulled tight around her breasts, drawing attention to how big and round they were.

Kyle forced his attention away from his daughter's chest and onto his menu. As he flipped throught the menu, he thought back over the last few months. Casey had changed over those months, beginning to dress differently, beginning to act more flirtatiously, beginning to make little comments that could be innocent enough but seemed to have other meanings. It hadn't taken long after that for Kyle to notice that she wasn't a little girl any longer. And if he'd had any lingering doubts, those had been put to rest a week ago when he had seen her, accidentally of course, getting undressed in her bedroom. After seeing her naked body, he knew she was a woman now.

The waitress came by a few minutes later and took their drink orders. After she left, Kyle turned his attention back to his menu, but before he could settle on what he wanted to eat he felt something brush against his leg under the table. Then it was no longer brushing against his leg, but resting firmly against his crotch. Kyle's first thought was that his wife was joking around, placing her hand on his lap under the table, though it would certainly have been out of character for her. He casually glanced down and realized that it wasn't his wife's hand at all, it was Casey's bare foot.

"Do you know what you want, honey?" Dana's voice caused Kyle's head to snap up. He looked over at his wife, who sat on his left and realized that she was talking to Casey, who shrugged her shoulders in response.

"I think I'm going to have a steak," Kyle said, his voice wavering slightly as he tried to understand what was happening. Why would Casey put her foot on his crotch? Did she not realize what she was resting her foot on? Doing his best to act non-chalant, Kyle sat up slightly, hoping that by adjusting his position, he might make it clear to his daughter that her foot was in an inappropriate place.
 
Casey had been a good kid up until a few months ago. She wanted guys to notice her and she seemed to be clashing with her father all the damned time. She figured he wasn't getting any from her mother in the last couple of months. Truth was, Casey hadn't heard her parents fucking for four months now, since that night Casey heard every word. Casey honestly didn't mean to hear her parents having a fuck session. In fact, she had been up late finishing up some homework when her mothers slutty moans kept her awake. But what was hottest for Casey was hearing her father pound her mother, the way his body slapped against her mother's old body. Until that night, Casey didn't really look at her father. He was kind of old and what not. But after that night, Casey caught peaks of her father in the shower and he was pretty big. And Casey always had a thing for guys with big cock.

And since that night, Casey's outfits became a bit more revealing. Her skirts were much shorter, shorter so that when she walked, her round, firm ass cheeks jiggled a little bit. And at home, Casey wore low cut tops so that anyone could see down her shirt. Truth was, she wanted her father to notice. But all these months he hadn't. He didn't notice when she wore those short skirts or low cut blouse and she knew this was the only way to make him notice.

At dinner, Casey heard her mother address her. "I think I'm just going to go with the pasta." She shrugged as she sat in the booth, her parents across from her. She felt her father shift but Casey didn't remove her barefoot. Her barefoot continued to rest on the crotch of her father's pants and she started to rub him a little bit through those pants too.

Casey hoped that finally her father would notice just how hot she was.
 
Kyle was dumbfounded as to why his daughter still hadn't moved her foot from his lap. After the way he had shifted in his seat, there wasn't much doubt that she knew where her foot was. So what was she doing? Was this some game she was playing, waiting to see what he would do in response? Just her pushing her parents to see how far they would let her go? The problem was, Kyle wasn't sure and he couldn't say anything to Casey without drawing his wife's attention to what was happening.

Just as the waitress returned with their drinks and started to take their orders, Kyle felt Casey's foot move slightly. Unfortunately it wasn't moving away from his lap, but rather, she was rubbing it against his crotch. Kyle nearly spat out the mouthful of water that he had just drank, and though he did manage to avoid that embarrassment, he was reduced to a long, loud coughing fit as some of the water went down the wrong pipe.

Grabbing the cloth napkin in front of him, he lowered it to his lap as a pretense to grab hold of his daughter's foot, trying to keep her from rubbing it against him. He tried to push her foot gently away from his crotch, but was scared to push too hard for fear of drawing too much attention. He risked a glance at Casey, trying to get a read on what she was thinking.
 
Casey had always been a good girl, okay...maybe not a good girl all the time but she never caused problems. Not until that night where she heard her parents fuck session. That was almost three months ago. Often times at night, Casey would listen to see if she could hear her parents fucking. She didn't want to hear her mom but instead, she wanted to hear her Dad. She wanted to hear the sound of him slamming his dick into his mother. From the one night she did hear, she heard her father's big cock ramming into her mother, his balls slapping against her. And since that night, Casey took peaks of her father in the shower and he was huge. Dear Christ. Her mother was a bit on the older side so she knew that there was no way her mother could take all that. But Casey? She knew she would be able to please her father in ways he couldn't imagine. She just had to get him to notice her. And that's why she had been wearing the slutty clothes. She knew her father hadn't been getting any from her mother.

This was her chance at dinner. To make her father hard enough, hoping he'd notice how short her skirt was, how low her shirt was. Casey knew she had to step it up. When her mother wasn't looking,Casey slid an ice cube right down the valley between her breasts. Casey's mother was pretty flat chested but Casey had round, swollen breasts that any man in his right mind would pay attention to. The ice cube soon slid down her chest, and melted.

She felt her father's hand over her foot, putting a napkin there. Casey softly let her foot rub the bulge that she was starting to feel on her father's pants. She looked at him across the table with innocent eyes, hoping he wouldn't stop her.
 
Despite his objections to what his daughter was doing, to his horror, Kyle's body had begun to respond, his cock beginning to grow, straining against the confines of his boxers. Casey must have noticed, her foot sliding up and over the bulge and then back down. And the more her foot rubbed against it, the larger it became. Kyle felt like he was on one of those hidden camera shows and that at any moment someone was going to tell him that it was just a bad joke.

"Are you okay, Kyle?" his wife asked. "You don't look like you feel well."

"What? Oh, uhm, just a headache, nothing serious," he responded, doing his best not to draw attention to what was happening beneath the table. He risked another glance across the table, and at just that moment, he saw his daughter slip a small piece of ice at the top of her chest, letting it slide down between her tan globes. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off the ice as it slipped slowly down, leaving a small, glistening trail down her chest until it wedged between her tits just above the top of her shirt.

Staring at his teenage daughter's breasts and watching her tease him with the ice caused Kyle's cock to grow even larger against Casey's little foot. Frustrated with his body's response to the manipulation, he grabbed a glass of water from the table and drank nearly the whole glass before setting it back down.
 
Casey had a big rack, bigger than most girls her age. It wasn't overly big but it was something that guys took notice of. And she didn't get her healthy rack from her mother either since her mother was a tad bit flat chested. Casey saw her father looking as the cold ice cub disappeared between the two globes of her breasts. Her plan was working. She had been trying hard for months for her father to notice how smoking hot she was but she figured this was her chance. Hell, it might be her only chance.

For about two months now, Casey couldn't stop thinking about what she heard coming out of her parents bedroom. The sound of her father's body slapping against his mother while he pounded her so hard. Just thinking about it now made Casey so hard. She also remember her father begging her mother to give him head but she could barely take half his dick. Casey knew if given the chance, she could please her father.

Casey "dropped" her napkin and slowly got under the table. Swiftly, she unzipped her father's jeans. She hoped that he would take his cock out under the table now so she could wrap her soft feet around it. She sat back up at the table, her tongue dragging across her lips. She prayed her father now would take out his dick so she could wrap her soft feet around that member.
 
Kyle was so preoccupied with his daughter's foot and the way it continued to casually rub against his lap, he didn't notice that she had dropped her napkin until suddenly her foot disappeared. As he looked up, he saw Casey dropping down underneath the table. He nearly panicked, thinking that she was diving under the table to do something illicit. Then he realized that she had dropped her napkin and breathed a soft sigh of relief.

Unfortunately for Kyle, the sigh had barely escaped his lips when he felt something brush against his leg, then without warning, Casey's hand was on his lap. He jumped slightly, but luckily his wife was looking the other direction and didn't notice. He tried to reach down and push his daughter's hand away from his lap, but before he could she had unzipped his pants and was pulling away.

What the fuck is she up to? Kyle asked himself as he saw Casey pull herself back up into her seat. And why does she have to be so fucking hot? he asked as he found himself once again staring at his daughter's breasts. As he thought about the teenager rubbing his crotch with her bare foot and then unzipping his pants, the bulge in his pants twitched and began to stiffen even more. He knew it was wrong to get turned on by his own daughter, but he also knew that if a teenage girl as hot as Casey was doing these things to him, and she wasn't his daughter, he'd have been all over her without any hesitation.

But she is your daughter, Kyle. He risked another glance over at Casey, her beautiful, almost angelic face, her full lips, her sparkling eyes and those tits, my god...I'm going to hell, he thought. As if he was resigned to his fate, Kyle reached down and carefully eased his semi-hard cock from his pants, letting it hang out through his fly, waiting to see what else Casey had in mind.
 
Casey didn't think her father would have the balls to play along with what she was doing, especially with her mother sitting right beside her father. Casey let her tongue drag over her lips. She had worn this outfit to dinner for a reason. Her jean skirt, her shirt that barely covered anything. Her generous rack was visible to her father and that's exactly what Casey wanted. She knew she had the rack her mother didn't. Casey's mother was very flat chested while Casey had tits every man fantasized about.

Casey heard an almost unnoticeable sound and she knew it was the sound of her father taking his dick out of his jeans. SCORE. This is what she wanted. Her months of teasing him, trying to get him to notice her were finally working. Casey still remembered that night where she heard her parents fucking. The sound of her father pounding her mother's pussy uncontrollably. God, the thought of that often made Casey cum at night. But she also remembered that her mother couldn't give her father head all the way. Casey knew if given the chance she could. She'd swallow all of his dick in ways he never thought possible. She smiled devilishly. If it had been just her and her father at dinner, she would have gotten right under the table, on her knees, and give him the best head of his life. But she had to work up to that.

As the waiter brought out the food, Casey moved her feet onto her father's lap. Very softly and quietly she began to pump his cock between her soft feet. She spread her legs a little bit under the table as well, giving her father access to her, to do whatever he wanted to her during dinner.
 
Kyle sat nervously, glancing from his wife to his daughter and back, waiting for something to happen, his cock hanging out of his pants. When a minute went by and nothing happened, he suddenly began to feel foolish. Had he been completely wrong about Casey's intentions? He saw the waitress returning with their food and he started to reach down and push his dick back into his pants when suddenly Casey's foot slipped up the inside of his thigh. Kyle nearly jumped, but quickly forced himself to relax.

As the young waitress began to place their plates in front of them, Kyle tried his best to act completely normal, as if it was an everyday occurrence to have his teenage daughter rubbing his cock with her bare foot. Soon Casey moved her other foot to his lap, sandwhiching his cock which was quickly growing stiffer. He nearly choked on a drink of water as she began to pump her feet up and down his shaft. Kyle knew he should stop her, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything. It felt so amazing to have her soft little feet stroking him up and down as he continued to risk glances across the table at her big perky breasts which seemed to strain against the thin fabric of her tight shirt.

I'm definitely going to hell, Kyle thought as his cock grew fully erect between his daughter's feet. And if what he was letting her do to him beneath the table wasn't enough to damn him, then all the things he was thinking about doing to her definitely were. Despite the fantasticly arousing experience, Kyle continued to be anxious, fearful that someone was going to notice what was happening, his wife or another customer. He was so nervous that at one point he dropped a butter knife. As he leaned to the side and reached down for it, Kyle risked a glance under the table. He was rewarded first, with the sight of Casey's feet stroking his hard cock up and down, and secondly, with the sight of his daughter's bare pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she had managed to spread her legs enough to make that obvious as he looked up her skirt.

"Ow," Kyle said, banging his head on the underside of the table as he sat back up, laying the knife on the table. Fuck! This is so wrong, he chanted in his head over and over, even as he imagined himself crawling under the table and pushing his head between Casey's legs so he could lick her tight, little teen pussy.
 
Casey was surprised her father was letting her do this. She knew he had been ready to put his cock back in his pants and she was thankful that he didn't. Casey had always been Daddy's angel but ever since that night when she heard her father ramming her mother, with Casey in the next bedroom, she began acting out. She just wanted her father to notice her, even a tiny bit. But he never had until tonight. She had worn her jean skirt without panties jut for this reason and her tight top, hugged her heavy, perky breasts.

Casey watched her father drop his knife under the table, she prayed he saw her naked pussy under her skirt but she wasn't sure if he had. But when he was under the table, she had hoped he'd feel under her skirt, do something. But he hadn't. Casey knew she would just have to work harder. The waiter brought the food and Casey began to eat a little. She ate some of her pasta, meanwhile her soft feet sandwiched her father's cock and began stroking him up and down under the table. It was becoming more slippery now and she figured that was because of his pre-cum.

Holy fuck, this whole thing was hot. Casey knew she was totally going to hell now for this was her father. She "dropped" her napkin, getting under the table to retrieve it. As she did, she saw her father's cock, hard as a rock, straight up. Casey saw the pre-cum all over the tip. Under the table, she quickly put the cock head in her mouth, just having to have it in her mouth, even for a split second.
 
After Kyle returned to a sitting position, and his daughter's feet returned to his lap, rubbing up and down the length of his hard-on, all he could think about was the sight of her thighs spreading open just enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath her skirt. Not realizing what he was doing, Kyle licked his lips. He felt like such a pervert, having not only seen his little girl's bare pussy, and now fantasizing about it, but letting Casey jerk his cock off with her feet while he did.

Then suddenly Casey's feet slipped away from his lap and Kyle looked up at her, wondering why she had stopped. For the briefest of moments they made eye contact then she appeared to drop something. Her napking, he realized just as his daughter slipped beneath the table. Of course, the first time she'd climbed underneath the table, she'd unzipped his pants. Maybe this time she was going to zip him back up.

Then without warning, Kyle felt his teenage daughter take hold of his erection and guide the head into her mouth. Holy fuck!!! he thought as he felt Casey's mouth on his penis. Was this really happening? It was totally wrong and Kyle had to force himself to stay sitting when his every instinct was to run away....well, not every instinct...his other instinct was to reach under the table and pull his daughter's head forward so he could bury his cock in her throat...it was the second instinct that proved more powerful...Kyle slipped a hand underneath the table and table cloth and placed it on the back of Casey's head, pulling her head down onto his stiff dick.
 
Holy hell! Casey knew she was going straight to hell for this one. But her father wasn't stopping her; hell, he was teasing her just as much. She knew she only had a split second, knowing if she stayed under the table much longer than that her mother could, and probably would get very suspicious. Casey had slipped half of her father's dick into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. If it was up to her, she would have stayed under that table and sucked her father's cock, not caring if the entire restaurant saw her but she knew if her mother ever found out, she'd freak.

Casey regretfully got up from under the table and returned to her seat. She smiled at her father from across the table. She winked at him without her mother seeing. She spread her legs under the table so her father could see without a doubt that she had chosen to not wear any panties. She toyed with her salad and began to eat it, keeping her eyes on her father the entire time. She wanted to see what he would do now, given that she had just had his dick in her mouth only seconds before.

Maybe this dinner wouldn't be so bad after all.
 
As Kyle sat across from his teenage daughter, watching her pick at her salad, he still couldn't believe that the innocent looking girl on the other side of the table had just, moments before, had her lips wrapped around the shaft of his cock. His own daughter. His cock was still sticking up through his fly, hard as a rock as he came to grips with the reality of the situation and tried to decide what he should do next.

He exchanged a few casual comments with his wife, not really paying attention to what she was saying, his attention still focused on Casey. As wrong as it might be, he wanted desperately for her to disappear beneath the table again and resume what she'd started. Unfortunately, he knew she could only pretend to drop something under the table so many times before people would start to think it suspicious.

His eyes studied her face as much as he could without making it obvious to his wife that he was staring. She was playing the part of the innocent daughter perfectly, giving nothing away. Kyle found his eyes slipping down to her chest, appreciating the size and perkiness of her breasts even as he fantasized about what waited for him below the table.

Finally, after several minutes, Kyle slipped a foot from one shoe and lifted up until it was between Casey's thighs. Still wearing his sock, he pushed his toes against her bare pussy and began to tease her, watching her face for any hint of a reaction.
 
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