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Erika had been living with her mother for the last five years since her father left, married someone younger and was now raising her bratty kids. Erika missed her father because before he left, they were close but now..she hated him for leaving. She never wanted to see him again. She adored her father when she was little, he taught her how to ride a bike and everything. But now he was married to someone else and raising her kids.

Erika was attending the local University, she had grown up since her father's last visit. Now Erika had gained some weight, causing her breasts to grow as well. She heard a knock on the door, sighing knowing it would be her father. She was wearing a low cut top that exposed her cleavage and a tight pair of jeans that hugged her ass.

"Nice of you to visit, Dad." She said, rolling her eyes.
 
Hank expected a bit of hostility from his daughter when she arrived, but the tension in the air could have strangled him if he was a lesser man. He was 6'2'' and was a football star in high school, which probably accounted for his extreme pride, but he felt nothing becoming of the current situation he and his daughter shared. He was flatly embarrassed, and he hoped that she could feel it as well as he could feel her anger toward his previous familial choices.

He didn't really want to leave her mother at all; it was more of a business proposition. His boss, a man of extremely high standing at his office, offered a six-digit salary for the welfare of his daughter and her two children; Hank's boss chose him as the best fit for them, and it was either love his wife or leave his job. He made more than enough every year since to support his daughter, who had reportedly broken contact with him intentionally, possibly as a punishment, possibly out of the need to heal from everything that happened following his promotion. Either way, it was Hank's responsibility to make it up to Erika, and what better time than during her first year of college?

"It's good to see you, kiddo," He stretched his arms out to try and offer a hug, an olive branch for the time they were going to be spending together.
 
Erika had grown up a lot since her father visited last. He didn't visit anymore. He had his new wife and two spoiled bratty step children. Erika wanted nothing to do with her father, he left them. She didn't bother hugging him, crossing her arms against her chest, causing her breasts to lift a bit.

When her father left, she was just a teenager. She was pretty scrawny back then but now, Erika had grown into a beautiful young woman with long legs, beautiful brown hair, she had filled out nicely too white gave her a round ass and round breasts (which were bigger than most girls her age)

"There is no point in you visiting. You can go back to your perfect step children and your wife." She said. Erika couldn't stand his father's new wife..she was a total bitch and she wasn't even that pretty.
 
Hank let his arms hang at his side before his hands propped up on his hips confrontationally. He had done wrong, and he was trying to atone for it, but Erika didn't want to have it. The best thing he knew to do, to try and cover his tracks and begin the healing process, was to explain himself.

"They're not that perfect, you know. In fact, I never wanted anything to do with those brats. I don't even love my new wife, Erika. But you're my daughter and I love you, and that's what matters the most to me. I want us to get along, like we used to. You remember that, don't you? Like when I taught you to ride that bike?"
 
"Yeah well, that's too bad isn't it." She said. She hated those brats. They were completely spoiled. And his new wife...she was a skinny bitch. And she wasn't even hot. Erika's top was a bit low cut, causing her big breasts to be a little exposed but she didn't care. She was a sexy young woman and she loved to show off her body. Her jean skirt didn't cover much either.

"Yeah well you made that choice when you left me and mom for that skinny bitch you call a wife. I hope the sex is worth it." She said, rolling her eyes in complete disgust.
 
"Hey now, I don't want to fight with you. I want to fight for us." He hoped that line worked, because he had first heard it used by a comedian in jest to these types of fights. Hank had a pretty good sense of humor, and was usually pretty adept at making Erika smile, but this time, she wouldn't crack once. But somehow, Erika's mention of sex made things much more serious; she was in quite a frenzy, and Hank wasn't going to get off the hook very easily.

"Come on now," he tried smiling at her. "You think sex is all I'm concerned about?"
 
"Of course you are. She's skinny and pretty I guess." She shrugged. His wife wasn't smoking hot. She was alright, nothing to write home about. Erika went over to the fridge and got herself some water. Her round ass swaying in her very tight jean skirt. Erika knew the affect she had on men and part of her wondered if she'd have the same affect on her own father.
 
Hank began watching Erika as she moved toward his fridge. She seemed to feel right at home, or was trying to exert control over his territory in angry rebellion. Either way, if she didn't want to make up with him, she would have left long ago, and this comforted Hank.

"I don't want to talk much about my sexual preferences with you, Erika, but Linda doesn't have...." he tried to find the proper word for it, pushing through the discomfort of even talking about it with his daughter. He examined Erika's own appearance for clues, and as his eyes traveled down the side of her bosom, he finished his sentence. "Shapes."
 
Erika was a bigger girl, a nice rounded ass and her breasts were big too..very heavy and fulled out. The blouse she was wearing was exposing some of her big tits. She knew most men had a thing for tits and she wondered if her father was the exception.

"Just go home. Go back to your wife and your bratty step kids." She said. She wondered if he got any at home; his wife seemed like a prude. And Erika could only assume their sex life was lacking.
 
Hank sighed heavily and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know what to do, Erika. I don't know how to make things right." He began approaching closer to Erika, eyes locked up on her eyes to avoid being awkwardly caught looking at her breasts. "If you would tell me what to do, I will fix it, okay?"

Out of love, and out of his own need to reach out, he wrapped his arms around his daughter and hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek with a connection that he hadn't tapped into in years.

"I love you, Erika, and I really mean it."
 
She swore she caught her father staring at her big breasts and she liked it. She didn't say anything as her father pulled her into a hug. Her big breasts pushed up against his chest. And her hard nipples brushed against his chest as well. Part of her wondered if her father could feel her hard nipples against him.

"I love you too.." She whispered. She wondered if her father was getting hot by seeing her big breasts and her round, big ass.
 
Hank's hands, which weren't being minded properly during their embrace, wandered down to her butt, which quickly shot up to the small of her back, but Hank was smitten by the size of it. He felt her breasts pressing into his body, and they too took up quite a bit of space between them. He began kissing her on the cheek again, then moving to a few light kisses on her nose and forehead. He began dragging her hair out of her face to take a better look at her, allowing him to study his grown-up daughter, taking in her beauty and very adult features. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips, as fatherly as he could, although he could feel his penis begin to throb with excitement; his senses were somehow being tricked by the sight of her cleavage from out of the bottom corners of his eyes. She smelled just like her mother.
 
She felt her father's hands on her very round ass. Erika pressed herself against her father even more. Her massive tits squished against his chest. And her hard nipples poking against her father's chest as well. She had a feeling that was going to be able to get her father very hard for her. Erika was a bigger girl but she had wonderful assets..better than his current wife.

She wondered if her father would be able to feel her hard nipples against his chest.
 
As Hank leaned in to kiss her again, he felt Erika rubbing her nipples against his chest. She was being very suggestive with him, as if she was TRYING to arouse him, and that made him nervous. He planted another fatherly kiss on her lips and brought one hand up between her shoulderblades and one just above her ass, rubbing slowly, just enough to maintain the social boundaries between them in case she was trying to trick him into something seductive. The last thing he needed was for her to accuse him of being a pervert and pressing charges.

"Why do you dress like that, Erika?" He knew the answer, and he almost didn't want to hear it, but Linda hadn't given him a good lay since they were first together. Based on the feelings he was getting in his loins, if this didn't continue the way he thought it would, he was going to beat himself to a pulp after his time with Erika was up. Erika's body was perfect, she had meat on her bones and wasn't afraid to flaunt it; she was very brave and Hank admired that about her. But his own daughter? He couldn't even imagine anything....romantic or lusty with her. That was a big no-no in society, but she sure was turning him on. He wasn't sure if he was the most handsome man, but his time in the Air Force taught him basic physical fitness to keep him going through his later years, and whether or not it showed on his body, he was apt enough to keep women satisfied in bed.
 
"Maybe you should see why." She smirked as she took a step back from her father. This was her own father but she could feel that he was getting hard byl ooking at her. And had a feeling his wife wasn't putting out. There was nothing sexy bout her, just a skinny bitch.

Erika took a step back and began unbuttoning her blouse right in front of her father. Once she opened her blouse, it exposed her big beautiful breasts, inside her black lace bra. She wondered how much more excited her father would become by seeing her big breasts.
 
Hank looked her over, becoming almost uncomfortable in how open she was in showing him her body. If he could say anything in his life, he was a boob man; he loved a nice, big rack, and everything sexually that involved them. He stepped in toward her, hands outstretched to touch her glowing spheres, eyes darting back and forth between her eyes for approval and her tits for pleasure. His hands touched the sides of her breasts, grazing around her curvy hips and ribs before going back up, beneath her armpits and eventually, palming the front of them like a Tai Chi master doing a kata. He continued to look her over, and when his eyes went back up to hers, he kissed her again, lightly, fatherly.

"Do you like me touching your breasts, Erika?"
 
She stepped a little closer as she took off her blouse, exposing her big breasts to her father. She saw how much he enjoyed the sight of them. He was definitely a breast man. And is new wife, the skinny bitch, she had no breasts. Erika knew her breasts were twice the size of her father's new wife. This was her father and this was wrong but they weren't doing anything bad..just touching.

"Play with them..." She whispered, giving her father full and complete access to her big breasts.
 
He took a deep breath and continued fondling his daughter's breasts, squeezing them and cupping them to his delight. He knew she was watching him, and that gave him some arousal, knowing his daughter approved of this fondling session and that she took something out of the act. Hank set out to understand every physical aspect of them, their weight, skin tone, softness, and the suppleness of her mammaries. He loved the sight of them, found her hard nipples beneath the cloth of her sexy black bra, and pinched them lightly to tease her a bit.

"Your body is perfect, Erika. It is my dream girl's body." He had hoped that he didn't suggest anything outside of her comfort zone, hoping that she didn't imply that she was his 'dream girl'....although, at this point, he could entertain the idea of finding out if she was.
 
She smiled as she watched her father play with her big breasts. He was definitely a breast man. She could tell how excited he was getting by the sight of her huge breasts. Her mother didn't have big breasts and her father's new wife didn't either. She knew this was her father and he shouldn't be playing with her breasts like that but she knew how much her father was enjoying this.

"You can play with them all you want...." She whispered to her father, letting him play with her big breasts in any way he wanted.
 
"You know," One of his hands began drooping down past her breasts. He dragged one hand lightly across the top of her chest, and with the other, dragged his fingers slowly and softly across her stomach down to the bottom, where he began to rub just above her vagina. "There are other things that I want to play with."

He grabbed a handful of the large bulge in his jeans, readjusting the fully erect cock that was trying to escape. He was hot and bothered, his own daughter voluntarily becoming a plaything for him to get off to. He leaned down and began kissing her bare chest, lovingly of course, as though they were not in the middle of an extremely heinous act, as though he worshipped every line and every curve of her body.

"I'm getting horny, Erika. This feels so wrong...." He complained as he began kissing up her neck, groping one breast as his other hand groped his groin.
 
She knew what she was about to do was sinful, fucking disgusting but she could tell how hard her father was...how incredibly horny. This was her father, the man who raised her. And he was married to some bitch and raising her kids. But Erika knew her father needed a release. And as much as she hated her father for leaving, she wanted to help him.

She got on her knees on the living room floor and took off her bra, exposing her huge breasts to her own father. "Beat your dick over my face and big, fat tits." She ordered. Part of her wondered if her father would do it, or if he would chicken out because she was his daughter.
 
Hank couldn't believe how she was speaking to him. She wanted him to use her for his own sexual pleasure; he hesitated at first, but after taking a few breaths, began unbuckling his jeans and unzipping the fly, wrestling his 9-inch member into his grip. He stroked it a few times before reluctantly lowering it onto Erika's face, and slowly began rubbing the tip along her cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. He stroked it slowly, guiding it along her neck and down her shoulders, along her bare chest, and finally along her breasts. It felt wrong to him, but something deeper inside him felt right enough to continue. He rubbed the pre-cum off on her skin before leading it back up her neck to her mouth, where he began teasing at entering her by pressing lightly against her lips, guiding the shaft along her chin and at the corners of her mouth.

"Why don't you touch it, baby?" He didn't intentionally call her 'baby'; it seemed like it was more of instinct at this point than deliberate thought.
 
She smiled, a little surprised that her father was doing this. She knew it was wrong. They weren't really doing anything, though. Just touching. She touched the head, it was so big. She began stroking the entire thing. It was big..massive...and fucking rock hard.

"That's it, Daddy. Pump your cock for your baby girl. Get your cum over my face.." She whispered. This was fucking wrong but she knew her father needed release and she wanted to help.
 
Hank watched his daughter stroke his cock, trying to force him into an orgasm. She wanted him to cum badly, and Hank was in too far now to turn back. She was so enthralled by his dick, wanting to help him experience a release, and possibly wanting to please him after such a long time separated. He let her work her magic on his cock, watching her beg for his cum like she had been obsessing about it since he left.

"Oh, baby, keep touching me, make daddy feel good...." He continued to stammer on for her as she continued begging him.
 
She still hated her father for leaving but she knew he wasn't getting any from that prude wife off his and she wanted to be covered in her father's cum. She wanted him to shoot his cum over her face. She wrapped her soft hand around her father's big, fat dick and began pumping it.

"That's it, Daddy. Come for your pretty angel. Cum right over her face.." She urged her own father, beating his dick.
 
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