Katy twirled the ends of her shoulder-length brown hair in her fingers while mindlessly scrolling through social media posts on her tablet. The look on her face, if anyone was there to see it, spelled out plainly how bored she was.
Part of the reason for her boredom was the life situation in which she now found herself. She had just turned twenty years old, and yet she was sprawled out on the sofa in her father’s terrace house scrolling through posts and seeing all her old school friends living it up at universities peppered across the country. As her father often reminded her, university was hard work and not a constant party no matter what her friends’ posts may portray. But nonetheless she suddenly felt that life was already passing her by at much too young of an age.
Despite the onset of discontentment regarding her social situation, she still had no regrets about her decision to remain home. She was there chiefly to be with her father.
Katy had watched her mother slowly drain the joy out of her father’s life for years and then finally deliver the crushing blow, divorcing him by the time Katy was sixteen. She saw her father lose much of what he had worked so hard for over the years… their nice home, his collection of electric guitars, even his truck was sold off to keep from being cash broke. The irony of it all was Katy’s mother had originally claimed that her father was not the religious role model that she wanted for her daughter. But as time would reveal, the true motive for her mother requesting a divorce was an affair with none other than a man who attended the same church.
That situation came to a head nearly three and a half years ago and Katy’s father was just now beginning to recover both financially and emotionally. The house where the two of them landed was more than adequate with two bedrooms and a small garden out back. But it was a far cry from the sprawling country plot they left after the divorce. In those three and a half years, Katy’s heart had broken for her father. She knew that he had loved and was committed to her mother, though she didn’t fully understand why. Her mother had spent most of her time that Katy could remember in her own world chasing her own interests, often at the expense and detriment to Katy and her father. She spent years refusing to work when Katy’s father had to take side jobs to make ends meet. During that time, her mother continued to burn money on her entrepreneurial endeavors that predictably ended up at a loss.
Then came the outing her affair amidst the divorce proceedings and she saw her father’s pride in his family evaporate and be replaced by pain and loss. Of course, she couldn’t leave him. She was not her mother, a fact that she had a habit of reminding herself.
It was a dreary mid-spring Friday afternoon, and the original purpose of Katy’s scrolling session was to unwind after a day of work. She had found work as a receptionist at a local medical practice in order to help cover living expenses as much of her father’s pay went toward alimony and the absorbent legal fees from the divorce itself. She knew how fortunate she was to find work like that, especially at her young age and experience level. Though her age and experience level may have aided her in landing the job in the first place.
Katy was a curvy, short brunette with eyes that could make most men weak in the knees if she desired it or found it to be at her advantage. She had been told by multiple parties that they had a magic about them and could go from endearingly sweet to seductively erotic at the drop of a hat. Her hips were wide, her backside had its own enticing rhythm, and her B-cup bustline was perfectly perched on her torso to show itself off without being generally obscene or grotesque. All these features seemed to come to her aide when landing a job at such a young age in a professional office that was overseen by a doctor that obviously fancied her.
Katy knew he fancied her, and while flattered, did not fancy him in the same way. The doctor was older than Katy of course, closer to her father’s age than her own. He was average height, no receding hairline and in relatively good shape, and Katy often thought to herself that she could do much worse when it came to finding a partner than a doctor. Something unnamed inside her was stoking her resistance to his advances. More than a few times she was perplexed at why she couldn’t just give in to him but could never reconcile the contradictory notions in her mind.
The closest she could arrive at an explanation is that she still didn’t feel quite right about leaving her father. Of course, with a doctor suitor, she may be in a better position to help him financially, though she knew how much it bothered her father to rely on her at all. “I should be the one taking care of you and sending you to university…” he would often say. But beyond the financial or administrative aspects of her remaining at home, she didn’t feel right leaving him alone emotionally.
Katy had always had a close relationship with her father. He was a typical doting daddy when she was a young girl, back when she was oblivious to the things of the world and how her mother treated him. Their bond only strengthened after the divorce and she got to see up close how hard working he was, the stresses he was under, and how, despite everything he was going through, he always made time for her and made her feel special. She thought to herself that may be what put her off about the doctor. She shivered as the phrase, he just doesn’t measure up to daddy, was silently uttered in her mind.
Of all the things that her father had unswervingly provided, there was one thing she needed that he just could not… she needed sex. Like any other twenty-year-old, her libido was humming right along, and she was often craving release when she couldn’t get it. Nearly all her regular partners had gone away to university and the frequency of her liaisons since the conclusion of school was down sharply. This missing part of her life was at the root of her frustration over still being at home and dealing with full time employment when it seemed all her friends were partying and fucking their way through their studies.
Her frustration over her not being at university with her friends quickly translated into sexual frustration as she lay on the sofa. Her hand wandered down her curvy torso outside her blouse and over her hips. She imagined herself being in a dorm room with some random boy and just going at it like a couple of animals in heat by the time her fingertips reached the hem of the skirt she wore to work that day. Even though she didn’t plan on giving herself to the doctor, she still enjoyed giving him a show with what she wore, and today was no exception. Being some of the first truly warm days of spring she had worn a floral top with thin straps over the shoulders that kissed her bustline in just the right way to draw the attention of the eye. Below her top was a dark-coloured skirt and dark tights clad her legs. Her left hand hiked up her skirt to the waistband of her tights while the other worked on her phone to find a suitable video. She quickly averted her eyes to the clock, making sure she had time to finish herself off before her father returned from work. The time was four-thirty… she had roughly twenty minutes.
She landed on a video of naïve, young university student who was willing to do anything for her tall, dark haired professor in order to pass the class. She watched the actress get on her knees in front of his desk while the actor pulled out his impressive cock. Katy’s hands teased between her legs on the outside of her tights while she watched the porn actress gobble up her professor’s cock like she was desperate for it. Katy could feel herself getting wet, both from inside her tights and on her fingertips as her arousal began to soak the fabric. She pulled her hand up and then shot down the front of her tights until she came to her slick, hungry cunt. She let out an audible moan as her fingers caressed over her smooth, waxed lips. She lifted her hand up to taste her own juices before slipping it back down in her tights and rubbing soft circles over her hood. The student in the video had now been hoisted on top of the desk by the professor, her ridiculously short skirt lifted to her waist, and he was angling himself at her opening. Katy’s strokes across her slippery button became steadily faster, occasionally slipping her fingers into her dripping hole before returning them to her clit.
Katy was getting close. She could feel all the telltale signs her body was giving her… her legs were beginning to quiver, she rolled her lower lip over her teeth as she stifled her own moans, the soft muscles in her vagina were beginning to tighten…
She opened her eyes for one last look at her phone as the professor was railing his educationally challenged student. All at once she had a horny realisation. The man in the video appeared to be about six and a half feet tall, short dark brown hair with just hints of grey at the temples and a short, trimmed beard… he reminded her of her own father!
That realisation, horrifying as it was in this context, sent her masturbatory episode into another gear and her body reacted all on its own as she climaxed there on the sofa. Her tights between her legs were drenched. She thrust her hips up as if to meet someone’s imaginary thrust. Her breathing ceased for several intense moments before returning in a desperate series of gasps.
No sooner had she settled down enough to lower her hips back to the cushion of the sofa than she heard the front door being unlocked and opened. In a mad dash, she pushed her shirt back down her legs and shuffled her still recovering body, so she was leaned against the arm of the sofa. Clicking away from the porn video, she gathered herself as best she could while she heard her father drop his keys into the metal tray next to the door.
“Katy! Come out here a second!” he yelled excitedly before even arriving at the living room. “Katy… oh you’re already down here!”
Jeff, her father, stood at the short corridor between the open living room and the front door. He worked as an engineer for a local manufacturing plant. He towered over everything at six-foot five inches. He stood there smiling in his shirt, sleeves rolled up as they always were upon arriving home.
“I’ve got some news!” he started, continuing his excited tone. “Are… are you okay? You look a bit flushed?”
Katy was at a momentary loss for words. The last tremors of her climax were still reverberating through her body as her mind clamored to reach a suitable state to form words.
“Hi daddy! Yeah, I’m ok, I was just resting, and you startled me!”
“Yes”, she thought to herself, “that’s very believable and much more acceptable than ‘I was just thinking about how the hung porn star resembled you’!”
Jeff set down his bag at one of the kitchen chairs just off the living room. “Oh… well, so sorry for the fright. But I do have some good news!”
“I heard!” Katy replied. “What is it?”
“Well, it’s actually two-fold.” Jeff continued as he opened the fridge and fetched a bottle of water. “First, I had my annual review today and I’ve got a decent raise!”
“Oh daddy, that’s wonderful!” Katy’s excitement for her father was genuine enough for her to momentarily forget her recent mental fixation on his porn star doppelganger. She knew how much it would mean to him to have some extra on his paycheck.
“It gets even better! I’ve just double checked with the court papers, and I’ve also made my last alimony payment to your…er… mother.”
Katy remembered working out the budget with her father when she started working and remembered at the time there was only a year of payments left. Had it truly been an entire year since she began working at the medical practice? Her father had caught a bit of a break on the duration of alimony as he kept custody of Katy.
Jeff came over with his water bottle and plopped himself down on the sofa next to Katy. She scooted back farther against the arm of the sofa to give him room. Her eyes widened slightly as his hand rested against the very spot where she had orgasmed just a few minutes earlier. They snapped back up to him as he continued to speak.
“You know what this means…” he said before taking a sip from his water bottle.
Katy was still trying to not stare at the spot on the sofa where his left hand was resting and declined to verbally respond but raised her eyebrow as if to tell him to go on.
Jeff reached his hand over and put it on her knee. “You should go to university next term!”
Katy was conflicted and just sat there with her mouth open like she was trying to speak but just couldn’t. Her mind was swimming with thoughts of going out to college with her friends and having fun, then feeling instantly guilty for even thinking of leaving her father by himself.
“Daddy…” she began meekly. “I don’t mind being here… helping out. I really don’t. We’re like our own little family and we should stick together.”
She was actually surprised that those were the words that managed to escape her mouth. But surprised as she was, she felt the inner conviction of truth behind them.
Jeff was also surprised at them and reacted by leaning over her body, pulling at her shoulder, and kissing her on the forehead. Katy could not tell if she was still worked up from her recent self-indulgence, or if there was something deeper, but her tall and strong father leaning over her in such a manner turned her on. When his kiss landed, she felt the stubble of his beard, smelled the scent of his aftershave, felt the warmth of his lips and it made her swoon.
“Katy… that’s so sweet. I am lucky to have such a loyal and beautiful daughter, but it’s not been fair to you having to grow up so fast like this. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t insist you at least seriously consider it.” He paused as he slipped back into his seated position across the sofa. “I know you have a good job, but you may be able to advance more quickly or have more options with an education!”
Katy felt somewhat strange over the notion that her father was trying to force her out. She understood the truth behind what he was saying, and she could see that any good parent would be encouraging their child to do the same. But she could not get past the gnawing feeling of not wanting to leave her father alone.
“Daddy, I’m not going to leave you alone!” she barked back a bit more sharply than she intended. She followed up softly, “I’m not mum.”
Jeff’s look turned serious, but still carried with it the love of a grateful and proud father. “That’s entirely different, sweetie. She wasn’t supposed to leave. But you… you’re twenty years old and you’re supposed to go out on your own and not have to help take care of things for your father.”
Again, Katy knew he was right. But even though she had just been sulking over missing out on the campus life with her friends, in the end her desire to stay was more powerful.
Jeff was only thirty-eight years old to Katy’s twenty. Her father had needed to grow up quite early just like she did. When Jeff was Katy’s current age, he already had a daughter of nearly two years. He skipped directly past his university years to take care of her and her mother. It wasn’t until Katy was nearly six years old that he managed to pay his own way and get a degree to help him land his current posting. Her mother had never been much help along the way either, sinking vast amounts of family funds in one multi-level-marketing scheme after another.
“And what are you going to do here by yourself all the time if I go?” she asked incredulously.
“I don’t know actually,” he started. “I suppose I could just wank off all day having the place to myself!” he added with a wide grin followed by a hearty laugh.
“Daddy! What the fuck?” Katy exclaimed. The mental images that conjured in her mind added fuel to the fire still smoldering between her legs. She tried to mentally shake it off, but her inner reaction was undeniable.
“Just joking… maybe” he added with a wink. “In all seriousness, I think it’s high time that I started dating again. You have a good head on your shoulders, and I know you’ll do just fine out in the world so perhaps it’s time I find someone of my own.”
All of Katy’s newly unearthed sexual inclinations for her father were immediately replaced by a gut reaction that could best be described as jealousy. She had been the center of her father’s universe well into her young adulthood. The feelings welling up inside her were harshly critical of any of these hypothetical women vying for her father’s attention. She stopped herself mid-thought… was she being possessive over her father? Why was she so against him having other women in his life? Was this something beyond her being daddy’s girl?
She gave a look of disgust before replying, “Well if you start dating then you should set your sights a little higher than Amanda.”
Amanda was a colleague from Jeff’s place of work that came around briefly about eight months ago. Jeff and Amanda got on well enough on their own, that is until Jeff introduced her to Katy. To say the girls did not get along would be an understatement. Amanda was ten years younger than her father, which made her closer to Katy’s own age than to Jeff’s. Katy made no secret of her distaste for Amanda despite all they had in common, which included appearance and body type to an eerie degree. Jeff soon ended things with his colleague after seeing the reaction from his daughter, and Katy’s position as the apple of her father’s eye remained secure and unchallenged.
“Oh, you just didn’t like her because you two are so much alike,” Jeff said as he leaned back on the arm on his side of the sofa, their legs pointing at each other.
“Yeah… that’s got to be it,” Katy snarled sarcastically.
“I suppose your mother did set a pretty low bar…”
At that comment, they both looked at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter. Katy threw her head back over the arm of the sofa as she laughed at what her father had said. While laughing, her legs came apart far enough that she suddenly felt the room-temperature air against her still wet tights. She darted her eyes up and brought her legs together just in time to see her father steal a split-second glance between them from her half-reclined position. It was so quick that she couldn’t determine if it had really even happened or if it was a product of her horny, frustrated imagination. Her cheeks flushed again, and she scooted herself into a position that would be less prone to wandering eyes.
Jeff finished his water and then placed his hand on Katy’s calf as he began to stand up from the sofa. “I was also going to say we should go out or dinner to celebrate the good news! My treat of course.”
“Oh! How about Thai!” Katy sat up straight and blurted out excitedly.
“Sounds perfect!” her father replied. He liked Thai food and knew that it was one of Katy’s favourites. “I’m going to go get changed into something that doesn’t feel like work clothes. You look stunning enough already though!”
Katy blushed at the comment. Her father never missed an opportunity to tell her how beautiful he thought she was and every time he said it, she would blush and smile.
“I may change as well. You’re right, still feeling too much like I’m dressed for work instead of a good time,” she said as she stood up.
“I’ll be ready in a bit… meet you back down here?” Jeff said as he started up the stairs.
“Yeah! See you in a bit.” Katy replied as she lingered in the living room.
The whole sequence of events had Katy’s mind reeling. Everything from the way her body reacted to noticing the porn actor’s resemblance to her father and when he had leaned over her to kiss her forehead… the long-standing jealousy of attention from any other woman paid on him… the wetness that was still building between her legs over it all. She was piecing it together and was seriously wondering if she truly had sexual feelings for her own father.
On one hand, she reckoned that it could just be her general sense of sexual frustration overlaying her emotional commitment to her father. But she was also beginning to weave the thread of her visceral reaction to her father’s past and potential dating, her resistance to the advances of the doctor at work, and her hesitancy to leave him and go to university through the fabric of her thoughts and desires. Could it really be that she wanted him? Why was she suddenly being overcome with this realisation? Had it been there the entire time?
She could feel the physical evidence of her continued arousal as she finally ascended the stairs, still warm and slick between her creamy thighs as they moved against each other with each step. Her mind was still occupied by all these thoughts as she finally entered the room and flung the door back behind her. Her hands deftly met at the back of her hips and began to unzip the skirt and it fell to the floor in a heap. Next, she began to work her tights over her hips, the wet portion peeling away from the sticky skin at the top of her inner thighs and between her legs, and left them next to the skirt.
After lifting off her top she stood in front of her mirror and scanned her reflection. Just off the mirror on the wall were pictures of herself and her friends from times before they had left to university. Underneath the printed photos was a pair of concert tickets tacked to the wall that her father had gifted her for her eighteenth birthday. It was her favourite artist and her father had saved to buy them as a daddy-daughter birthday outing. It was there, with her naked reflection in the mirror, and a reminder of how devoted her father was to her happiness staring her in the face, that her body and heart began to speak the same language. Her face flushed again. She sat herself on the edge of her bed and guided her fingers between her legs yet again.
This time she made no attempt to suppress the image of her father in her mind as she did earlier. She remembered his scent, the way his tall body loomed over her shorter frame. She imagined that the kiss he had given landed on her neck just below her ear. Her pulsing womanhood positively dripped as she massaged smooth lips along with the scene she was conjuring. Her orgasm earlier had been truncated by the sudden and untimely appearance of her father, but this time her body was racing to the edge and wouldn’t stop. Katy lay back on her bed and slipped her finger between her lips and up to her clit. She had to cover her mouth to keep from bursting out in loud gasps. She imagined her father over her, inside of her, taking her, loving her… she contorted and quivered, muscles spasming, chest heaving….
This was not her most powerful or intense climax, but there was something about it that was different. So personal, so vulnerable, and so honest. It was as if her body was confirming what her mind had been intimating since earlier that afternoon.
No sooner had Katy caught her breath and sat up in bed than the waves of shame swept over her consciousness. This is so fucked up… this can’t be normal… she thought to herself. Shame aside, she walked her naked body toward her closet to pick out something to wear for dinner. Upon passing her bedroom door she was surprised to see it cracked. She must not have flung it hard enough to latch when she entered. The thought that her father could have happened across the tiny viewing point to see her cumming… cumming for him… made her blush. Blushing was something she seemed to be doing often on this day.
She tried to focus her attention on picking out something to wear. Katy ran the hangers across the hanging rod, inspecting each outfit. She fancied wearing a dress as it seemed fitting for a celebration of the kind, but she also wanted something a bit provocative. Something like what she would wear to catch attention. She finally landed on a black dress, lightweight and above the knee. The sleeves were full length and shear, and the neckline featured a “u” shape that dove daringly into her cleavage with a ribbon close to the neck to cinch it up.
This outfit was something she would have picked out on a night that she wanted to tempt all red-blooded men within eyeshot. This night, it was to test the reaction of her own father. Katy was unsure of what she thought would even come of it. She had never known her father to have anything other than her best interest as the desire of his heart and she doubted that he felt that giving into incestuous seduction would fall within what he deemed to be her “best interest.” She had only worn it one other time, a farewell party for a boy she fancied before he left for university. The dress had garnered a lot of attention, but not the specific attention she had hoped for from the specific boy that she intended to entice.
“We’ll give you a second shot…” she whispered to herself as she plucked the hangar out of the closet and draped it over her bed.
After getting dressed, Katy skipped into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. She gave her preparations all the attention she would if it had been a proper date with someone she really wanted to see. To her, this was a date. After she was satisfied with her appearance, she left the confines of the bathroom and began to descend the stairs.
Her father had been waiting for her in the living room. He stood with a smile as she arrived at the bottom of the stairs. She took him in. She thought he looked handsome enough that she felt butterflies in her stomach. His strong but slender frame stood in the entryway. He had on a pair of dark slacks and a satin red button up shirt under a black jacket. He had trimmed his beard, but the specks of grey were still visible on his chin and his temples. Katy thought it gave him a distinguished look and she quite liked it.
“God, you look beautiful!” he said with conviction.
Katy saw his eyes flit momentarily as they scanned up and down her body. She tried to stop from blushing but could already feel the heat building up in her cheeks. She attempted to hide her overly flattered state and rushed forward to hug him. Her head only came up to his chest and again she was wrapped in his warmth and taking in his scent.
“You look pretty smart yourself! I’m so happy things are turning up for you at work!” she breathed into his jacket.
The two shared an embrace that to anyone else looking would have appeared to be between two lovers. Her father kissed the top of her head and ushered her out the door and to the car.
The pair were perhaps overdressed for this particular restaurant, but both were dressed to reflect their attitudes to the celebration at hand and the reason behind it. Jeff, true to form, made every attempt to treat Katy like a princess. He opened the car door for her and took her arm in his and escorted her into the restaurant as if he was taking her somewhere very formal. Some may have seen this as over the top on his part, but for Katy, on this day of all days, she relished it.
The two ordered their dinner and proceeded to chat about the newfound monetary opportunities that may be on the horizon. The stress of paying for bills, repairs, and groceries seemed to be an ever-present spectre in their lives over the last years and the two celebrated the first sign that those days were may be drawing to a close.
“You should get a new truck!” Katy suggested between bites of food. “I remember how much you liked your old red one… what did you call it?”
Jeff chuckled as he sipped on his water. “Clementine… her name was clementine.” He was amused and somewhat pleased that Katy even remembered that he had a pet name for his vehicle.
“A bit odd to name your car, and especially such a peculiar name at that!” she teased at him. She set down her chopsticks and gave him a grin that was meant as a joke, but only in part. “Sounds like you two had a special relationship.” As she turned her posture in her seat, in a Freudian slip, she alternated her crossed legs and her foot rubbed against her father’s leg under the table. Katy was aghast at herself, partly for doing something so personal on accident, and partly because she enjoyed it. She decided to not bring attention to it and continue eating.
“Oh, you have no idea! She couldn’t get enough of me!” her father joked back at her. “If only your mother was more like my old truck!”
Her father had always been one to diffuse a situation with a bit of levity and they both nearly doubled over with a short outburst of laughter.
“I don’t suppose you’ve heard from her lately?” Katy asked in a more reserved tone.
“Not a peep. The last I heard was that she and… Ryan… were madly in love still. Though I did see our old house listed for sale on one of those home listing sights just a couple days ago.”
That statement was a damper on both their moods and Katy could tell that her father immediately regretted bringing it up. She was old enough to remember how proud he was when the family had moved in and how much work he put in to make it special for the three of them. She reached her hand across the table and gently held her father’s.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. I know how much you liked that place,” she offered in condolence.
“Not at all dear! I’ve not regretted leaving it and having you with me for one moment.” The joyful and playful tone had been replaced with a sincerity as she felt her father’s large hand engulf hers and give it a quick squeeze in return.
“What were you even doing looking anyway?” Katy asked, returning to her food.
“Well, every now and then I keep an eye out for something with a better garden,” he paused to take a bite of food before continuing. “You know, just in case. I like to imagine things and dream I suppose.”
Katy had inherited her imagination and dreamer’s mind from her father. Whereas she and her mother shared much of the same physical traits, her spirit was cut from the same cloth as her father. Even now as she heard him confess about dreaming of a new place to call his own, she imagined herself there with him tending the garden, and relaxing outdoors on warm evenings. It didn’t take much of a mental push for her to start to imagine ways for those evenings to end and those thoughts stoked the fire that had been burning for her father in the back reaches of her frustrated libido.
Just as she was losing herself in her dirty incestual fantasies she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder.
“Fancy meeting you here!” said the man’s voice behind her.
It was the doctor from the medical practice where she was employed. The very same one that had been fawning over her for the last eleven months.
She nearly choked on her food before turning in her seat. “Oh! Hi doctor Richards!”
The doctor was visibly pleased to see her, but also visibly tentative seeing her there with another man. She picked up on it and swallowed her food quickly before making an introduction.
“I don’t believe you’ve met… my date Jeff.” Katy’s eyes quickly darted to her father in a quick attempt to beg him to play along with practically no notice. She gently nudged his leg under the table with her foot, this time purposefully. After a moment to process what was going on, Jeff stood up and extended his hand toward Katy’s employer.
“Ah, you must be doctor Richards?” Jeff loomed over him. Dr. Richards was taller than Katy but still half a foot shorter than Jeff. “Katy has told me how proud she is to work at your practice!”
“Well, she’s a pleasure to have. We could hardly function without her in all honesty!” he replied.
The doctor took a half step away, assuming a posture of wanting to move along before Jeff offered, “pleased to finally meet you!”
“Likewise!” the man offered as he took a table across the room.
Jeff sat back down and looked at Katy with no small amount of puzzlement. “And what was that all about might I ask?”
“Daddy…” Katy stammered through her embarrassment. “He’s come onto me so many times… I just don’t fancy him like that and I just… this just seemed to be the best way to avoid any of that tonight.”
Jeff’s eyebrows raised. Katy had never mentioned any interest form her doctor employer to him before this outing. He cast a casual glance in the direction the doctor had disappeared before continuing.
“Far be it from me to meddle in your business,” he began. “But are you saying that a decent looking doctor has the hots for you, and you have no interest?” He was trying to suppress a grin but was only partially successful.
“Oh my god, daddy!” Katy blushed for the umpteenth time that day.
“Just checking…” he said before chuckling. “I suppose you are my child after all! You most certainly do not take after your mother.”
Katy let that sink in for a moment. The man for whom her mother had left her father at church, was ironically a doctor. She had never given the similarity much thought before that very instant. She wondered if that was part of the reason that she had been so resistant to his advances. But again, her father’s levity gave them both a reason to laugh.
“Oh, he’s looking over here…” Jeff said in a feigned sense of urgency.
“God, daddy… stop it now!” Katy said blushing again as it was the only thing she knew how to do on this day.
Jeff smiled at his daughter as her face was nearly the colour of his shirt. They finished their meal and stood to leave, Jeff extending his hand to help Katy out of her seat. Jeff stood with his back toward the doctor’s table.
“Can you see him?” he whispered out as Katy stood up.
“Yeah… he’s with some blonde not much older than me from the look of it,” she replied softly.
“This is probably a terrible idea, but how convinced do you want him to be that I’m your date?” he offered with that wry smile that signaled he was up to no good.
“What? I’m not sure what you…”
Katy was cut off by her father’s hand resting at her waist and him leaning into her. The whole ordeal only took a couple of moments, but for Katy those moments stretched over an eternity. The warmth of her father’s hand on her hip radiated through her body. She looked up at him confused and saw his dark brown eyes looking back at her. Their faces growing ever closer together until Jeff’s lips landed softly on hers. Without thinking, she raised one of her hands up to his neck as he kissed her. The kiss was light and suited for public display, but also very personal. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant dulled to a faint murmur in Katy’s mind in that split second that her lips touched Jeff’s. Just like that, the moment was gone, and time was back to normal speed.
“Did he see it?” Jeff whispered into Katy’s ear trying to suppress a laugh.
Katy was still a bit dumbfounded by what had just happened but shot a glance over toward the doctor’s table.
“Yes…” she whispered back to him, her hand still about his neck. “Oh my god! The blonde saw him looking and she does not look happy!”
Jeff stood up straight, placed his hand on the small of Katy’s back and guided her toward the door. “Well then, looks like it’s time we made an exit!”
The two laughed hysterically as they made it back to where Jeff’s car was parked. Once inside and headed back home, Katy had a hard time not staring at her father with a grin plastered across her face. That kiss replayed in her mind over and over. Jeff broke the silence as he piloted the vehicle through the streets.
“As fun as that was, I hope I haven’t inadvertently made things difficult for you at work by putting on that show in front of your boss.” The tone in his voice had notes of genuine concern.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that!” Katy replied. “Something tells me that won’t sour him on me and things will be just fine. Besides… he was right, they can’t get on without me there!” she concluded with a laugh.
Katy kept running through the events of the afternoon and evening in her mind, all the emotional ups and downs, the frustration and arousal, the empathy and the elation. She looked over at her father. His eyes intermittently lit up by the streetlamps or passing cars in the other lane in a way that made her fawn over him. She reached over and placed her hand on his forearm as he shifted gears on their way back home.
“Daddy,” she began, “I really am so happy for you that things are starting to lighten up on you. I do hope you can find a place out of the city with a nice garden. And I’d love to be there with you and help you tend it.”
Her eyes were glassy and moist thinking of her father being happy in the future. It had been so long since that seemed a near possibility.
“Nonsense,” Jeff quipped back, flashing his eyes at her. “We’ve got to get you into university!”
Now of all times, Katy wished that Jeff would stop being such a selfless father.
“We’ll see daddy. I’d just really like to be there with you is all.” She gave his forearm a loving squeeze before releasing it. “We’re nearly home, fancy a film to end the night?”
“Sounds lovely! It couldn’t be a proper daddy-daughter date without dinner and a movie now, could it?” He placed his hand on the top of her thigh for just a moment, but that moment sent electricity up and down Katy’s legs.
The twosome arrived back at the house and walked inside, Katy first and then followed by her father. She turned to him with a smile before exclaiming, “My turn to pick what we watch! I’m going to change into comfortable clothes and be back down shortly!”
While bounding up the staircase, she turned just enough to catch a wayward gaze from her father that seemed to be directed at her legs and backside as she hopped up the bedroom floor. She grinned to herself, though admitted that her horny mind could be playing tricks on her. The one thing that was no trick was that kiss… it wreaked havoc on her mind as she tried to ascertain if it meant something more than what it simply was… a ruse.
Katy popped into her room just long enough to grab a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt before zipping back across the hall to the bathroom. The t-shirt had actually belonged to her father. It was a vacation purchase by him when she was much younger. On one of the first nights after they had moved into their downsized home, they were filthy from moving boxes and working up a sweat. The washer had yet to be hooked up, or purchased for that matter, and Jeff gave that shirt to Katy to sleep in so as to have something clean to wear to bed. Since then, it was her go-to shirt to wear around the house or at bedtime. It was thinned from years of use, a bright red that had turned a softer shade of rose over time, but she held on to it just as she held onto the concert tickets that were tacked to her wall.
She was in hurry because she wanted to be the first back downstairs and she untied the ribbon at her neck and slipped off the dress and let it fall to the floor of the bathroom.
“Thank you for your service…” she muttered at it with a chuckle.
She pulled the old t-shirt over her head and popped her arms through. Before she pulled the cotton shorts from the vanity, she ran her hands between her legs and felt again how wet she was in her underwear.
“If this keeps up, I’ll be doing washing three times a week!” she blurted to the mirror as she pushed them over her hips and down to the floor. She stepped out of them and left them next to the dress before pulling on the cotton shorts. The thought that absorbent fabric like cotton shorts with nothing underneath might end up being a risky idea did flash through her head, but again, she was in a hurry to be the first down the stairs and decided that it was worth the risk while inwardly hoping that perhaps something would happen this very evening.
Katy darted out of the bathroom and back down the staircase and into the kitchen, pleased to see that her father had not yet arrived. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of white wine. On some occasions, her father would have a drink with her, and she thought this occasion, even though she had deeper intentions, was worthy of a celebratory drink. She then retrieved a can of soda from the fridge, and the spiced rum from the cabinet above and mixed her father’s favourite drink before pouring herself a glass of wine. As she closed the fridge, she felt the cool air across her mostly bare legs and looked down, satisfied with herself that the shorts she selected were quite revealing in their length and would hopefully seal the deal that her dress had brokered.
Just when she turned around to head back toward the sofa, her father appeared at the bottom of the stairs. He was equally clad for comfort in another of his soft, older t-shirts and a pair of plaid lounge trousers. He smiled coyly as he saw her, drinks in hand, and motioned for her to join in on the sofa.
Katy walked around the side where her father was seated, consciously working her hips and bum as she strode past him and presented him with his mixed drink.
“Thank you, Kit-Kat!” her father said with a smile.
Kit-Kat was one of her least favourite monikers that her father had used quite a bit when she was younger. In the present time, he only used it when he was in a particularly good mood. While she was glad to see evidence that he was in good spirits, she hoped that he would start seeing her as less of a little girl and more like a grown, red-blooded woman with needs.
She sat herself across the sofa from him in their same spots form earlier that afternoon when he nearly caught her getting off to his porn star look-alike. She smiled at him and held her wine glass up in a toasting gesture.
“To better days ahead!” she said cheerfully.
“To better days…” Jeff replied as their glasses clinked together. After taking a sip, he added, “and to Katy going to university!”
Katy rolled her eyes and decided not to engage the topic at that moment in time. She snatched up the remote and turned on the tv and began flipping through films and shows until she landed on a chick-flick that she like and started it. She leaned back against the arm of the sofa, a throw pillow sandwiched between the arm and her back and stretched her legs out and rested her feet in her father’s lap.
The movie went on and the two of them watched and relative silence. Drinks were refilled, snacks were retrieved, and relaxation was had by them both. As the love story in the film unfolded, and with each sip of wine, Katy’s emotions began to show more and more. When she would sniffle and tear up at the tearjerking moments, her father would lay his hand and caress her calf. Each time he touched her, she felt the same spark that she did earlier that afternoon on the sofa, and in the restaurant that evening.
The film concluded and Jeff got up to refresh his drink. “I’m picking out something to watch now,” he said with a dry chuckle.
Katy agreed as she finished her glass and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch. When her father returned and sat down, she turned herself around and laid her head in his lap. This was not necessarily uncommon for her to do. They had been watching films and shows and cuddling on the sofa since she was a little girl. The only difference now was how she felt about it inside herself. Jeff reached over and pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and covered her with it and rested his hand on her hip as she lay on her side. His hand placement was also not uncommon, but this time she could feel the dampness begin to build up between her legs and wick into her cotton shorts. She shifted her legs so the kept rubbing against each other under the blanket.
Horny as she was, the hour was getting late, and with the glasses of wine in her system she was as tired as she was primed for action. Her father’s film provided background noise as her eyelids became more weighted. She kept startling awake momentarily at the sound of some action scene or by the stirring of her father.
One such time she was awaked by him stirring but the sounds form the film were conspicuously absent. In fact, the living room was dead quiet and the blue hazy light from the television was not washing over her squinting eyes. She did hear a sound, but it was hard to make out both because of her sleepy state and the low volume of the sound itself. The noise was something like slapping, but not something that carried with it the harsh snap of a slap in reality, but a low fidelity recording or something on a phone. The real reason she awoke was because her father’s hips were constantly shifting on the sofa.
She didn’t move or make a peep, but her senses were coming back to her. She heard the faint sound of a woman moaning which was accompanied a jostling motion just above the top of her head. She was now lying flat on the sofa with the side of her face on the cushion and the top of her head against her father’s thigh. Before she was able to fully realise what was going on she heard the faint woman’s voice moan out, “Oh god, fuck me!” Katy froze and she had to keep her eyes from darting open… her father was watching porn on his phone right next to her on the sofa. She could only conclude the rhythmic motion and rustling was him masturbating mere inches from her face!
Katy knew that this could be an opportunity to realise what she had been desiring all day. But now that the moment had presented itself, she felt like a deer caught in the blinding glare of headlights. She froze, laying as still as possible but training her ear to pick up any of the sounds she could and build the scene in her mind. With each jostle from her father, and each sound from the video, she could feel herself drench the cotton shorts.
She nearly yipped out in surprise when she heard her father moan under his breath, “that’s right… spank that round ass…” but she was able to control herself and feign sleep. She slowly, but surely moved her hand underneath the blanket between her legs and began to trace the outline of her wet lips.
So… she thought to herself, daddy is into spanking? The revelation was both surprising and erotic. Katy had never known her dad to be anything but gentle and loving. The thought that he could have a more dominant persona hidden behind all his doting on her made her desire him even more.
Her thoughts and concentration on teasing her throbbing cunt were broken by the increasingly ragged breath of her father. He was getting louder and tensing up as the moans and screams from the woman on the video intensified. The woman moaned one last long wail and her father’s hips convulsed. He was cumming right there next to her! He grunted through his attempts to stifle any noise and his legs were quivering as if he had been holding an exercise position for too long. Katy wanted more than anything to see her father spewing out his cum but lay still and let it happen outside her view. She nearly moaned out as she felt a small, stray drop land on her cheek. The whole situation was powerfully erotic for her, including the secrecy and taboo of what was going on. Her horny mind raced with thought. Had her father been as worked up as she was this evening? Was he thinking about her as he was cumming? Was the kiss more than just a ruse and evidence of a deeper desire? What would he do if she just popped up from her lying position and wrapped her lips around his cock?
The onslaught of questions was halted when her father gingerly began to stand up from the couch. She could only imagine him tucking his cock back into his sleepwear while she heard his footsteps begin to climb the stairs. Once she knew he was out of sight, she raised her finger to her cheek and wiped up the wayward drop of cum with her finger. She wanted to taste it, but it was such a small sample that it would only be a tease for her. She left the bead on the tip of her finger and plunged it inside her cotton shorts and into her dripping hole. After a short while of fingering herself, she too arrived at her own climax. Her body went dystonic, and her breathless gasps filled the room while she contorted herself into all manner of positions.
She couldn’t believe what had just happened, and she wanted it to be so much more. Her father apparently had no scruples about masturbating next to his sleeping daughter, but Katy was determined to find a way to find out if he would take her. She was also awash with panic at the thought that she could be wrong about the whole thing and would risk ruining their relationship if that were the case. Her father had not had a parade of partners since the divorce. As far as she knew, Amanda was the only woman he had entertained, and Katy had effectively run her off. Of course, her father was probably a horny mess and perhaps that was an explanation for everything.
Katy rolled over and looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearly two o’ clock in the morning. She rolled off the sofa after some more time had passed and made her own way up the stairs and to the bathroom. As she flicked the light on, she was amused by the way her hair was tousled by laying on the sofa against Jeff’s leg. She stripped off the damp shorts from her midsection and went to drop them in the floor with the rest of her clothing from the day but noticed there was an item that was conspicuously missing… her panties from earlier that evening were gone! It had to be her father who had taken them, as he was the only other person in the house. Katy smiled to herself before using the bathroom and then wearily made her way back to her own bed and slept soundly for the remainder of the night.
The rest of the weekend carried on much like any normal weekend would. The truth of the matter is that upon waking and having breakfast with her father and seeing things were as normal as they always were made her lose her nerve. She never was able to retrieve her stolen underwear and never brought them up either. She did however, pay much closer attention to any time that her father was focused on his phone where she couldn’t see and made note of any time that she spent in his room alone for any meaningful duration. Many times, she mentally planned a situation or conversation that would settle the truth of everything once and for all, and many times she backed out of seeing it through. In her less horny moments, she was frightened of ruining the most functional relationship he had over her taboo desires.
The following week at work she was greeted by the voice of Dr. Richards over her shoulder in much the same way as it happened at the restaurant. He always seemed to appear out of nowhere over her shoulder.
“I had no idea you were dating Katy! I’m sorry if I intruded on your evening.”
She stammered a bit before responding and flashing him a smile. “Oh, not at all! We’ve only just started really so no worries there!”
The way he looked at her was still full of desire and now with a pinch of jealousy.
He continued, “Well if you two are ever game for a double date, let me know!”
Katy inwardly laughed at the situation that would conjure up. Obviously, if so inclined, Dr Richards could easily riddle out who the mystery man was at dinner. The thought that he had not just struck Katy as lazy for someone who had been after her so consistently.
She feigned a smile and responded, “Oh I’ll be sure to let him know!” before returning to her work.
Part of her wondered if her father would be so eager to play out that ruse as he was to kiss her the previous week. She was lost in her imagination again at how that might go before chastising herself for such a risky idea. This was her hometown. People knew her, her father, and her mother. As much fun as that would be it could go terribly wrong.
All that considered, she did want to set up a situation where her and her father could have an evening out again like they did before, and hopefully push the envelope at home a bit more with the aid of some drink and a good time. She set her mind to selecting an opportune occasion or idea that might have the desired effect, though there didn’t seem to be such an opportunity on the near horizon.
Spring warmed up into the early days of summer and Katy was beginning to become dismayed by the apparent lack of progress with her father. Summer was also a time that she would get to catch up some of her old school friends as they returned home for summer vacation. Summer also held one other opportunity… perhaps the situation for another intimate daddy daughter date… her father’s birthday.
In the beginning of June, Katy made reservations for them both to dinner and a comedy show for the end of the month at a town about an hour’s drive down the highway. She knew her father would love both the restaurant and the show. The restaurant had been his choice of where to take her on her eighteenth birthday before taking her to the concert. He had gone on and on about the food on that day and Katy had not forgotten it. She also booked a hotel for them both as the show was a late affair and to give her an opportunity to spend the night in the same room with him. Her heart was beating nearly out of her chest as she made the arrangements before leaving work. She couldn’t even be bothered by the doctor appearing over her shoulder at odd times as he did. She was focused on the plan at hand. The arrangements weren’t exactly inexpensive, but the pair of them had experienced such financial relief since Jeff’s alimony and legal fees had ceased over the last couple of months.
Later that evening, the two of them sat opposite the kitchen table from each other. Jeff had prepared a small taco bar for dinner and they both were enjoying the little feast.
“So, if you’ve not made plans for the weekend of your birthday yet, please don’t!” Katy said between mouthfuls.
“Oh? What have you got in that mind of yours, Kit-Kat?” he replied.
“That’s for you to find out later!” She paused before ribbing him. “This is your last birthday before forty, and everyone knows you can’t have fun once you’ve turned forty.” Her sarcastic smile lit up the room.
“Well, I suppose of that’s the case, I’d best keep that weekend clear then!”
“See that you do!” Katy barked in feign scolding before taking her dishes to the sink.
The next weeks seemed to zip by, and Katy’s state of excitement never seemed to dip during that time. She even mustered the courage to purchase some lingerie for the occasion. She had selected a black satin nightie that barely came down to her deliciously round backside that transitioned to lace over her bustline.
As high as Katy’s excitement was riding, there was also cause for concern. In those same weeks, her father had been paying more attention to his phone than she was accustomed to. He was coming home much after dinner on some evenings and when she tried to gently press about where he had been, the answers were usually “out grabbing a drink with coworkers.” Katy knew full well that she should be happy and encouraging of her father socialising after so long. He had been under so much pressure since the divorce, and it was high time that he had his own life and escape the damage left behind in her mother’s wake. But at the same time, she felt like she might be losing her opportunity to finally have him the way she wanted to have him. And his tight-lipped state over the details of his outings left her uneasy. There were telltale signs that another woman might be involved.
The closer Jeff’s birthday became, the more she oscillated between excitement and worry over the situation. She tried on the lingerie, pleased with her selection, and imagined how much he might like to see her in it, only to wait on him to arrive home until late in the evening. She knew the truth of the matter is that she should be doing the same as he, though the selection she was left with after everyone had left for university were townies her own age… or the doctor.
One fateful Friday afternoon, she had the opportunity to leave work a bit earlier than usual and headed home to relax and hopefully enjoy dinner with her father before they left for his birthday destination the following day. As she turned onto her street, she was perplexed to see another car in their drive occupying her usual spot. Swearing under her breath as she got closer, her jaw then dropped as she recognised the car in question. The last time she had seen it was about ten months ago. The little blue sedan belonged to none other than Amanda.
Her stomach turned and she fought back tears as she passed her own home and parked along the street father up the road. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears while she strode up the walk to their house, deciding to forgo the front door and walk around the end unit to the back garden fence. After retrieving the hidden key, she unlocked the fence and slinked along the edge of the garden until she could get a glimpse into the sliding glass door that would give her a view of both the kitchen and the living room.
What she saw sickened her, excited her, and broke her heart all at the same time. Her father’s tall body behind Amanda’s. She was bent over the arm of the sofa, her backside glowing red and covered with her father’s large handprints. Katy brought her hand to her mouth in disbelief and watched her father mercilessly smack Amanda’s bum as if she was being punished.
She averted her gaze and once more swore under her breath. She couldn’t believe that all her planning and fawning over her father seemed to be in the process of derailment in front of her very eyes. Her heart seethed in hatred and jealousy over her.
When she brought her eyes back to the scene inside, she saw her father jerk Amanda up by the hair and drag her up to a standing position. Katy couldn’t deny that her father had picked a partner that resembled herself to a remarkable degree. The hips, the tits, the ass; her father seemed to have a type. But Amanda wasn’t the one getting Katy’s attention. She saw her father, naked as he seated himself on the arm of the sofa while dragging Amanda in front of him. At the center of his lean frame was what eluded her gaze on that very same sofa not two months ago… his cock. It was both long and thick, standing proudly and curved. His head was swollen and throbbing, and an engorged vein snaked its way around his shaft. Katy was fixed in it for the precious few moments that she had an unobstructed view of her coveted prize.
Her father handled Amanda roughly and put her forcibly on her hands and knees on the floor next to the sofa. He then knelt behind her and twisted her left arm around her back before entering her and taking her from behind with a level of vigor and intensity that both frightened and aroused Katy to her core.
Deciding that she could watch no longer, Katy crept back the way she had come. She stifled hot tears of anger and made her way back to her car. Once inside she wasn’t quite sure what to do. Her father was not expecting her home for at least another couple of hours, and she could not force herself to text him or enter the house with what was going on inside.
In her disappointment and anger, she drove off to a nearby pub. It was the early hours of the evening, and it was beginning to fill up. She downed several drinks attempting to drown her sorrows, but only succeeded in drowning in them herself. Her father seemed to be moving on in a way that left little room for her dreams of being daddy’s girl in the way she craved. She had finally seen his cock, a prize that she apparently would never have, a nightie that she would never get to use as intended.
As she continued to sip her drink she also came to grapple with her father’s treatment of Amanda behind closed doors. The ferocity in which he handled her, and the look on his face as he did it was something she had never seen from her father. Before today she would have thought it beyond his character. It was concerning. It was exciting. She wrestled in herself over whether she could be like that with him if that is, in fact, what he wanted. To be his little toy… his curvy little fuck slut. Even the thought of those lurid words caused a swirl of contradictory reactions within her. She knew that he loved her and would treat her well. She knew she could trust him and could learn to be what he wanted. Amanda is what stood in her way.
Amanda… she couldn’t stand to even think her name. From their brief time together and feigned interest in each other prior to now, Katy had learned that Amanda had a relatively easy life. Her parents were well off and she never wanted for much of anything. Katy’s piercing discernment told her that Amanda could never appreciate her father for all that he was because Amanda didn’t know hardship. She didn’t know what it was like for needs to go unmet and how her father deserved someone who understood the bad and would make it every bit as good. Katy’s jealousy ignited inside herself as she lingered on these thoughts, drink in hand.
Katy’s was snapped out of her jealous rage by a familiar voice over her shoulder.
“We keep running into each other!” said Dr Richards who again seemed to appear out of thin air behind her.
Katy fought hard to keep from lashing out at him. She was in no mood to be trifled with this evening. Even though she was in the midst of a jealous rage, she couldn’t deny that seeing her father like that left her feeling horny underneath the cocktail of emotions with which she was now grappling. She also knew that she shouldn’t be driving home in her condition and resolved to reign in her displeasure and perhaps get a lift back home.
“Oh! Hi, Dr Richards. Yeah, we do seem to keep running into each other.” She responded sipping the last of her drink.
He slid into the seat next to her before continuing. “Out alone? Or just waiting on your date? Jeff was his name?”
Katy replied, though with less than her usual bubbly enthusiasm. “Oh, it’s just me this evening.”
The doctor was picking up on her short replies. “I see, hopefully everything is all right?”
Katy knew he was fishing for an angle but was content to let him.
“I certainly hope so.” She set her empty glass on the table and looked up at him with her eyes working their magic. “Actually, and I hate to do spring this on you, but I’ve got no way home this evening. Just needed some space and didn’t plan well. I don’t suppose I could bother you for a lift?” She tilted her head and gently spun the empty glass to work her wiles on him to ensure an affirmative answer. “Unless you’re here waiting on someone. Oh god, I didn’t mean to impose!”
She knew that even if he was here to meet someone that her chances of him offering to give her a ride were quite good.
“Not at all! I’d be happy to give you a lift!” he responded in precisely the way Katy had hoped.
“Right, then I’ll just pay my tab and we can be off!” she forced herself to perk up as she replied.
Even as she paid her tab and met the doctor at the door, the mixture of frustration and hornyness was welling up inside her. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She was shaking with rage and dripping with desire in a contradiction of being that had her on the edge, though she knew not on what the edge of.
The doctor ushered her into the passenger seat of his car and asked her for directions. She responded that it wasn’t far and directed him down the street. Her mind, however, was fixated on the images of her father putting Amanda on the floor and of his cock for the moments that she saw it. She was flush and felt herself beginning to soak her panties. She was nearly ready to burst with the pressure building inside her from all ups and downs she had experienced in the last couple of hours.
“There… just pull over there…” she said suddenly, directing him to a lay-by on the way back to her home. He looked at her puzzled but complied without asking questions.
Katy wasn’t herself. She was horny and angry and frustrated. She reached across the seat and began to unfasten the doctor’s belt and unclasp his trousers. He, of course, did not object as she knew he wouldn’t. She reached into his trousers and fished out his cock while the evening sun was just disappearing over the horizon and the cover of darkness came on them. It was a bit too dark for her to get a good look at what he was packing, but by the feel of it she could tell that it was certainly not comparable to her fathers. The darkness aided her imagination as she pictured it was her father in the driver’s seat and she bathed him with her tongue as he began to gasp out. Her eyes shut tightly when her lips encircled him and began to bob up and down. She stroked him and slurped for what ended up being a discouragingly short amount of time before he timidly placed his hand on the back of her head and began to groan. Even as the first spurts of cum spewed into her mouth, Katy already knew that this had been a terrible idea. She was so worked up over her father that she had her boss’s cock cumming in her mouth. She knew this wouldn’t end well, but she was so desperate to find some way to take her mind off what was going on at home.
After a few moments he removed his hand from her head and she popped off him, wiping his remnants from her lips. She searched for something to say that would promote a quick end and little discussion as her frustrated arousal was falling away to anger and now shame.
“Well, that’s out of the way, just down a bit and to the left,” she blurted out.
The doctor wasn’t sure how to respond but tucked himself back into his trousers and did as she directed. She didn’t even look back at him upon exiting the car at the end of her street. She didn’t even let him take her all the way to her own drive but walked back up to her house, relieved at least to find that Amanda’s car was no longer parked in the drive.
She unlocked the door, went inside, and made a line straight up the stairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the shower running and was happy that she wouldn’t have to face her father right away. She took the left turn into her bedroom, stripped out of her work clothes into loungewear for the evening and collapsed on a heap in bed. In her thoughts she went back and forth about whether to plainly display her intentions over the weekend or if that ship had already sailed. She cringed at the memory what had happened with the doctor just earlier. She wondered if it was a good idea to even return to work at the practice after what she had just done.
Her unsettled thoughts were interrupted by her father knocking at her door and popping it open.
“Hey sweetie, didn’t hear you get in? Where is your car?”
“Oh, I stopped at the pub on my way home and ended up getting a ride,” she replied without lifting her head from the pillow.
Jeff walked into the room and sat beside her on the bed. He was still a bit wet from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. As Katy saw him, her heart softened.
“Everything all right?” he said with notes of concern in his voice.
Her eyes met his in the dim light. “Yeah, I think it will be, daddy.”
She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close, leaning against his arm.
“I’m excited for our little birthday excursion tomorrow,” she practically whimpered.
“So am I, Kit-Kat.” She patted her on the top of the head. “I’ll leave you to it then. See you in the morning?”
Katy was again near the breaking point of desire and emotion. In another surprise move, she pulled his face to the side and kissed him on the lips quickly before breaking away from him and laying back down. “Yep! Good night daddy!” She didn’t wait to see his reaction, but noticed he lingered for a moment seated on the edge of her bed before getting up to get dressed.
The next day Katy did the best to calm her nerves, frustration, and shame and focused on spending time with Jeff for his birthday. Upon waking and making coffee, she ignored several follow up texts from Dr. Richards who was already hungry for a repeat of the previous evening’s indiscretion. Katy chose to pay it no heed, pushing down the feeling that she may have just complicated her career in a way that she was not prepared to handle.
Her father came out shortly after she, and they sat down to a breakfast of waffles before returning to their respective rooms to finish packing for the weekend. Katy did decide to pack the nightie… just in case the opportunity presented itself. But in her heart of hearts, she felt that the chances it would be used for its intended purpose were greatly diminished. She laid out a blue dress adorned with a white floral print that featured open shoulders and a sheer strip that accentuated her bustline for dinner and the show later that evening.
Her father took her to collect her car from the pub and return it home before they left on their way. They carried on much like normal, neither acting like anything had happened for either of them the day before. For the journey to the hotel, Katy wore a comfortable, soft top and short mesh shorts and spent a lot of time with her smooth legs propped on the dash. Even though her father was wearing sunglasses, she could tell he was stealing glances. She kept seeing the reflection of her figure in the lenses and each time she noticed him glancing it made her grin. She further teased him by rubbing her legs together as if she was trying to get comfortable. When her father adjusted his own position in the driver’s seat, she knew that she was having the desired effect.
Beyond the teasing, the pair spent most of the time singing along to the radio with Katy reminding her father that he was perilously close to “getting old”. Her hopes for the weekend going the way she hoped were somewhat higher upon arriving at the hotel than at breakfast that morning. Her mind had already to begin flashing images of her father having her in similar situations as Amanda the previous day. Her anger and frustration were beginning to be replaced with arousal and hopefulness when they arrived at the lift to take them to their floor. The room itself was nice enough. A single king-sized bed with a decent bathroom in the suite, a sitting chair situated by the window and a desk along the wall opposite the bed. Katy rushed over toward the bed and jumped on it from the right side.
“This is my side!” she squealed and giggled as Jeff shook his head in acquiescence.
“You had better not snore!” he quipped back at her in jest.
They just had enough time to get themselves ready before heading out to the restaurant.
“Daddy, go on and get changed in the bathroom and I’ll change out here. Then when you’re finished, I’ll pop in and tend to my hair and makeup,” Katy said nonchalantly, still laying on the bed.
Jeff agreed and took his bag into the bathroom, leaving Katy in the main room by herself. She had hoped to engineer a situation like this and stood up and removed her top, then slid her shorts over her hips before laying out her dress on the bed. There she stood and waited, her plump, round backside in her black lace cheeky shorts on display. Her head turned toward the bathroom door waiting for audible signs that her father was nearly finished before picking up the dress from the bed. Even though she was purposefully waiting for him to return to the room, she was genuinely startled when the door opened, and her father was suddenly there and graced by the sight of her bum.
“Oh god! Daddy! Sorry I’ll just be a minute longer!” she blurted out as the colour rushed to her face.
Her ploy seemed to be working as her father lingered for a moment, his eyes fixated on the prize of her backside before turning around.
“Sorry sweetie, just not used to someone else being in the room getting dressed, I suppose” he answered in a tone that was half sheepish, half distracted.
“It’s okay daddy. I need help zipping up anyway!”
Katy kept her gaze forward but beckoned her father to come over as she slid her dress over her body. She pulled her hair forward and away from the zipper and waited for her father to come over. The sudden sense of body heat behind her almost made her swoon as he stepped into place. She felt his hands at the middle of her back slowly zipping up the dress. She also felt his hips against her from behind with a distinct swelling between his legs just above the cleavage of her ass.
“Thanks, daddy!” She flashed her eyes up at him in much the same way as she used them to get the ride home from the doctor the day before. The look on Jeff’s face was something a bit less doting than she was accustomed to, and hoped her charms and wiles were working their magic on him.
“Now, I’m starving… let’s go eat!” Jeff said, breaking the tension of the moment.
Again, Jeff treated her like a little princess in much the same way as their previous dinner. Katy adored the attention but was still trying to bring out less of the princess treatment and more of something that would push him over the edge.
The two sat in the soft lighting of the restaurant and began chatting about plans for the summer. Jeff brought up again how Katy should be planning to attend school for the fall term, and she did her best to brush off that topic. She wanted to find an opportunity to steer the conversation in a direction that would let her gauge how much of a temptation she indeed was to her father.
“How is work going?” Her father asked after setting down his drink. “Besides the fact that they ‘can’t get on without you’,” he said with a chuckle.
All at once she was reminded of the doctor in his car the previous day. She was hesitant to linger on those thoughts and wanted much more to focus on what was in front of her.
“Ah, work is work. A necessary evil,” she answered abruptly. “I suppose it’s much the same for you!”
Jeff leaned back in his seat across from her and nodded in agreement. Katy turned sideways at the table and crossed her legs in a way that was entirely visible to her father. She was hoping to keep tempting him with her body the way she had in the car during the drive, and at the hotel room.
“Can I ask you something about mum?” she began a bit timidly, but still retaining the gleam in her eye.
Jeff responded as if he was bracing himself for bad news. “Sure, ask away.”
“Was she… I don’t know… what I mean is… was she good in bed? Did that have anything to do with why you two split?” she stumbled over the sentence.
Jeff was not prepared for such a personal question. He blushed and fidgeted with the napkin in front of him before answering.
“Well, I suppose that’s a fair question,” he began before raising one eyebrow at her. “Albeit a personal one.”
Katy interjected, “I know… you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll answer it.” Jeff said while summoning the courage to continue. “Those are really two questions. First, being completely honest… she was a bit bland… at least for my taste. That’s nothing against her, just that we weren’t well matched and didn’t really understand that until after you were born.”
Katy could hear the honesty and the pain in the answer and partly regretted asking it but was nonetheless curious how far she could go on the topic.
“Secondly, I don’t know how much that played into the reasoning behind why we split. She seemed to be able to go for months without any intimacy whereas I took issue with that. I suppose her and Ryan are having cozy evenings with no sex in our old home as we speak.”
At that last statement they both laughed. True to form, her father tried to introduce some levity to a conversation that was otherwise uncomfortable.
“Why on earth do you ask?” her father asked sincerely.
“I don’t know,” Katy responded again stumbling over her words and choosing them carefully. “I’ve been thinking about it… I mean I’m twenty years old and thinking about my future and I want who I end up with to be someone who I’m… compatible with… if you take my meaning.”
Jeff’s visage lightened at her comment. “Oh, I certainly understand that. I think a lot of people just end up with someone before they really know them… or know themselves even. At least I can say that for my own account.” Jeff raised his glass again and sipped before following, “Have any lucky guy in mind?”
It was Katy’s turn to blush. She couldn’t rightly say that he was, in fact, the guy she had in mind.
“Maybe… “was all she could bring herself to say.
“It wouldn’t be a certain doctor at work, would it?” Jeff said with a teasing smile.
“Oh god, certainly not!” Katy exclaimed while at the same time realising that the doctor probably had that very idea in his own mind.
“Well in any case, you’re my date for tonight!” Jeff said while reaching across the table and squeezing her hand.
That sentiment made her heart skip a beat. The sweetness in his voice and the borderline suggestive things it could imply combined with feeling her father’s strong grip on her hand sent shivers up and down her spine.
“I’ll take it that since you even asked that question that means you’re not like your mother,” Jeff added with a sly grin.
Katy sipped her own drink before looking up at him equally slyly and said, “That’s a safe assumption.”
“No surprises there!” Jeff added, taking another sip of his drink. “To be honest I’m happy that you got her looks, but relieved that you didn’t get much else from her.”
They both blushed and laughed in unison as their food was delivered to the table. The conversation tapered off as the pair enjoyed it to the last morsel. When finished they went back to the car with satisfied bellies and made their way to the venue for the show. The venue itself was a club that had been rented out, with standing room near the stage with the perimeter outfitted with tables and a bar near the rear of the room. Katy dragged her father into the standing room area once the venue began to fill up. She wanted him where she could be right next to him or against him if the opportunity presented itself.
“You sure standing all evening won’t tire you out, old man?” she teased at him.
“Oh, I think I’ve got the stamina to make it through the night.” he quipped back.
Katy’s dirty mind silently responded, “I suppose we’ll see about that!” as she smiled to herself.
Much to her delight, the situation that developed was right in line with her desires. The stage area filled up to maximum and she spent most of the time standing in front of her father with her hips pressed back to the front of his waist. The show itself was also rather good, with many opportunities to laugh and shift her position against his midsection and slowly tease him with her bum the entire night. Near the end of the show, she took her father’s hands and brought them together at her chest around her neck in a sort of embrace. She was delightfully surprised to find that he didn’t offer any resistance, even as she grasped his hands directly above the sheer opening just over her cleavage.
At the show’s conclusion, they were caught in the throng of people filing out of the venue. She kept a tight grip on her father’s hand through the sea of spectators and all the way back into the car. The drive back to the hotel was relatively short and all too soon they were back in the lobby waiting for the lift to take them back to their floor. Katy and her father entered the empty lift, Katy’s hands trembling with last second hesitancy on pushing the envelope with her father past the point of no return.
“I hope you enjoyed your birthday getaway, daddy” she said turning to face him in the confines of the lift.
“I really did!” he responded cheerfully. “No one has done anything so thoughtful for me in quite a while!”
The pair of them stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Katy could swear she saw a spark, a sign of obvious interest and decided to act on it. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him down and kissed him. This was unlike the kiss they shared at the restaurant months ago, but long and passioned. Her father didn’t push her away or act surprised in the least, but eagerly kissed her back while grabbing her hips in his powerful grip. She nearly went dizzy with delight at the feeling of his lips welcoming hers and clung to him. She was drenching through her panties by the time the lift opened, and she broke the kiss. Immediately she could tell that her father was deeply conflicted. She wanted to drag him out of the lift to the room and just let him have her but the look on his face spelled something different.
“Katy… I don’t know… this isn’t supposed to happen,” he whispered between breaths.
“Daddy… it’s okay… I promise it’s okay.” Her voice and body trembling as she spoke.
“Oh, sweetie,” his hands now dropping form her hips as they left the lift, “I don’t’ think I we should….”
He was fumbling with the keycard to open the door, still not taking his eyes off her. After several attempts the door finally opened and they walked into the room. Katy kept her gaze on her father, his arms folded and clasped at the back of his neck like he was deeply anxious.
“I’m going in the bathroom… I need a minute or two. Please don’t feel bad about this, it’s all my mistake,” he said softly before disappearing into the bathroom and clicking the door shut behind him.
Katy left standing next to the bed, trembling with nerves and her own anxiety. It was obvious that her father was not completely reluctant to her advances. The realisation that she had not imagined all the mutual sexual tension between them was not much of a consolation. Her thoughts were drowned into an almost audible buzzing in her mind; a deep need that she was so near to having met. She couldn’t bring herself to give up now. Her breathing was already short, and her nipples were hard. Her body was taking over her reason and she was inclined to let it. She furiously pulled the dress over her body and stripped out of her bra and panties. Her naked body practically leapt to her bag, and she pulled out the black satin nightie that she had bought for herself for this very occasion. Even as she slipped it on, she wondered to herself how deeply and darkly her father’s tastes ran, but by this point she was committed and resolved to meet them whatever they may be.
After donning the nightie, she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, her rear facing the bathroom door and the short hem of the garment exposing her bare behind and smooth glistening lips beneath it. Her heart pounded in her chest and the seconds ticked by as if they were lonely hours while she waited for her father to find her.
Katy nearly yelped as the click of the bathroom door being opened sounded out like a gunshot in the room. She looked over her shoulder, her brown hair partially obscuring her face as he came into view. She was filled primal hunger for something she shouldn’t have along with the fear of not knowing if her father would finally take her. Lurking in the corners of her mind was also the fear of not knowing how far and how intense would her father be. She had gotten a sampling of what he liked when she saw him with Amanda. Was there even more?
Her father stood there with a look in his face that she didn’t quite recognise. It was a far cry from the soft and loving look of a father seeing his girl. She could detect a sternness about him. His jaw was clenched shut and his eyes focused on her as if he was in full-fledged battle with his inner demons.
After a brief pause, he broke the silence. “Katy…”
That’s all she would let him get out before intersecting.
“Daddy… just stop. I want you. I think I have for a while now. I came home early and saw you with… her!” She blurted out “her” with a visceral level of disgust in her voice. “If that’s what you want, then take it from me! Please!”
Katy turned around on the bed, still on her hands and knees, to face her father. She had desperation and desire dripping from each word that came out of her mouth. She knew he could see straight down her top to her erect nipples from the way she was positioned.
The muscles in Jeff’s forearms clenched as he attempted to respond. “That’s different! She’s not my…”
Again, Katy interjected. “She’s not good enough for you! That girl has been pampered all her life. She doesn’t understand you or what you’ve been through. I do!” Her eyes were moistening with tears as she continued to speak. “I want to be yours! Your little girl, the love of your life, your dirty slut.”
He took a step closer, by now shaking nearly as much as his desperate daughter. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I don’t care!” she practically screamed. “Give me whatever you need to give me… just let me be there for you like you’ve been there for me…”
Her father’s pupils were dilated and dark as he took another step toward her. His trousers were tented in a way that was impossible to miss or ignore. “You should be fucking the doctor, not your father.”
“Daddy… I made a mistake… I had him pick me up from the pup last night and I blew him on the way home. The whole time all I could think about was you! What you were doing to… her… at home!” She reached out to grip his forearm and pull her toward him. With the most pitiful voice she croaked out, “Daddy, I’ve done a dirty thing. Punish me!”
She could almost see her father’s inhibitions as they were pushed over the edge and nearly hear them tumbling down over the metaphorical cliff. His whole demeanor transformed before her. For a split second, a wave of very real fear swept over her wondering if she was truly ready for what she had finally unleashed.
Jeff’s hand raised up quickly, his forearm slipping out of her grip and grabbed her by the jaw. She shrieked out but silenced herself as her father knelt to look her in the eyes.
“You had his cock in your dirty mouth?” The way he said it was a way Katy had never heard him speak to her. It was so stern and demeaning that it seemed like a caricature and not the father she knew.
“Y… yes…” She whimpered.
Jeff stood upright. Even with Katy on the bed, he towered over her. His waist was right at her chin, and she was nearly slapped by his hands flying down to unfasten his belt.
“Is that what you like to do? Suck your colleague’s cocks? You just want to be that dirty office slut?” He wasn’t shouting, but his inflection carried the same weight as if he were.
Katy was unsure of how to respond. She hadn’t been able to hear the dirty talk between Amanda and her father and was unprepared. Her father on the other hand was not unprepared and had freed his manhood and wiped it across her face, smearing her tears across her cheek.
“Open your mouth, now!” he barked at her.
Katy was still in a fair amount of shock and was hesitant. Her father then roughly grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up to look at him. Her mouth fell open and the cock she had been fantasizing about was finally at her lips.
Her first impression at this up-close encoutner was that he was certainly bigger than the doctor. His shaft was curved and thick, his head thicker still, and she could clearly see the vein that wrapped around his throbbing meat that she spied through the sliding glass door. With her eyes locked on her father’s, she opened her jaw and felt his heat on her tongue.
After that first intimate contact, the action picked up to an intense degree. Her father kept clutching at her hair and wouldn’t let her up. He thrust his hips and pushed himself into her mouth. Katy understood that he didn’t want her to suck his cock in that moment, he wanted to throat-fuck her. She sputtered and gagged the first time his swollen head landed in the back of her throat and could not quite catch her breath after that. Her mouth and chin were quickly a mess of spit as Jeff’s cock kept a quick pace and didn’t give her a moment to fill her lungs with air.
Beyond Katy’s gagging and slurping sounds, the room was filled with her father’s low and passioned groans. He suddenly and violently pulled away from her and jerked her head up. She coughed and gasped for breath. A thick string of her spit connected her lower lip to the tip of his cock. Through her teary vision, she could see him push down his trousers and then seat himself beside her. She then felt the pressure of his hand grabbing her by the back of the neck and dragging her toward him. He pushed her face back into his lap and positioned his cock back in her mouth. After a moan of pleasure, he reached his long arm back her body as she lay on her front, face on him, and slapped her backside hard enough for her to yelp even with a mouthful of her father’s member.
“This is what you get…” SMACK
“For being such a dirty…” SMACK
“…Thoughtless…” SMACK
“…Little cocksucker!” SMACK
While it was true that Katy wasn’t quite prepared for this kind of treatment, she could not deny the flood of arousal between her legs. Even with the pain brought on by her father’s stinging blows, her body was soaking it all up as if she had been waiting for this day for so long. In later thoughts, she would find it only logical that her father gravitated toward these fetishes. He had been neglected and worked so hard for his family for so long only to see it go down in flames; of course, he had tons of frustration of all kinds that had been searching for a way out. Here she was, taking all the pent-up frustration from her father into her curvy body.
Just when Katy thought she was split in two if she didn’t get her father inside her, Jeff flung her off his lap down into a heap on the floor. Her backside was still stinging and red while she scrambled up on her hands and knees. Her father quickly dismounted the bed and got himself behind her. The moment was nearly there… she felt his spit-slick head raising up between her thighs. She angled her back and hips to get into position for him. As slick as he was from her having him in her mouth, she was equally wet. His tip nestled in her opening and pushed into her all at once.
They both groaned out in unison. Katy’s arms failed her, and her head and shoulders dipped to the floor while her father sank deeper into her quivering grip. Jeff cursed and cursed again, remarking how tight she was. After a few exploratory thrusts, he was landed completely inside her. The shadow of his body leaning over her back crossed into her vision. He took her with a ferocity that she had not yet known. His hips slamming into her sore bum. Her fingertips dug into the carpeted floor in a bodily reaction to the intensity of the moment. She practically screamed when she felt his throbbing head at her cervix. It was loud enough that she felt her father’s hand covering her mouth and muffling her to murmurs.
“This is what daddy wants,” he growled, leaning over her, and speaking right in her ear. “Fuck I want your tight cunt… Daddy needs it.”
After he uttered those words, neither of them could speak. Only guttural, animalistic sounds emitted from either of them. Jeff’s pace had picked up to a frenzy. Katy could feel her own impending climax being hastened while her father’s curved rod rippled through her. She felt his vise-like grip on her hips holding her and pulling her back to his thrusts.
“Oh, my fucking god… fuck… Katy!” he was managed to blurt out before pushing into her with all his might.
Upon his head landing back at her cervix, Katy felt her father’s long arm wrap around her torso from the front, trapping her own arm against her side and then the smothering presence of his hand over her mouth. Her body was trapped between his thrusts and his arm, and she was helpless to them both. He was not pulling back and thrusting anymore, but rather humping her from behind. She felt the stinging burn of the carpet on her knees and breasts as she was pushed along the fibres by her father’s strength.
With one last powerful push, Katy felt her father lose himself inside her. Of the barrage of sexual experiences with her father that has just transpired, this sent her over the edge. Her body eagerly milked him and clamped on him, involuntarily clutching to keep him locked into her. Her eyes widened and her breaths stopped while she felt each pulse of her father’s cock fill her more and more. His fingertips were digging into the flesh of her hips in a way that would certainly be painful at any other time.
The whole ordeal had not taken much time. The pair of them had spent most of the day worked up over each other and all that energy seemed to be released in a blaze of fury on part of her father. Jeff finally released Katy’s mouth and pulled away from her. She listed to the side and rested on her hip, her shoulder and head still to the floor. Her father collapsed beside her, both of them gasping for breath as their bodies recovered. Their eyes met for the first time after the deed. Jeff’s were still dark and full of lust. Katy’s were wet, with her makeup streamed down her face.
“Fuck…” was all Katy could get out between breaths.
Jeff’s face was slowly transitioning back to something that Katy recognised and she could clearly see the shock of what he had just allowed himself to do come over him.
“Sweetie… I’m so…”
Again, she cut him off by grabbing his hand and holding it to her chest and shaking her head.
“No… don’t say you’re sorry. I wanted this. I still want this.”
Jeff rolled toward her and kissed her in much the same way she kissed him in the lift. It was slow, deep, and passionate. Katy could feel her father’s cum leaking out of her while they were in lip lock on the floor. The moment felt both endearingly sweet and filthy at the same time.
“So, what happens now?” Katy asked, hesitant to drag the light of reality back into the conversation.
“I suppose we will have some things to figure out… especially after you want and sucked off your boss!” he said, laughing and reaching around and giving her backside a playful smack.
“Ow daddy! God it’s still sore!” she moaned back to him.
“Right now, I think we could do with a shower!”
The taboo pair of them walked into the bathroom as Jeff warmed up the shower. While they both stood naked outside the shower door waiting for the water to turn warm, Kay tapped her father on the shoulder. Jeff turned around to see his beautiful daughter, complete with streams of makeup across her cheeks screaming evidence of the dirty deed that was just done, looking up at him with an equal mixture of love and lust.
“Happy birthday, daddy!” she said as she threw her arms up over his shoulders and pulled him down and kissed him.
Their time together in the shower was as relaxing and sweet as their time in the room had been intense and degrading. Jeff washed Katy as if she was a helpless patient, taking care and soothing her body with his fingertips while Katy soaked up every moment. After the shower, they toweled off and walked back into the hotel room naked.
“Seems you’ve already called your side,” Jeff said with a smile as Katy walked around to the right.
As she walked away from him, he reached out and gave her bum another playful smack.
“Oww! Daddy! It’s still a bit sore!” she said cradling the soft flesh of her backside, still red and stinging from the spanking administered by her father.
As they both crawled into bed, Jeff remarked, “we’ll have to toughen you up a bit Kit-Kat”
Under the comforter they met in the middle, exhausted and drained physically and emotionally. Their bodies intertwined in an embrace, Katy’s leg wrapping around her father’s.
Jeff spoke in a whisper, “so you want to be my lover, my queen, and my little slut?”
Katy’s eyes beamed at him, gleaming even in the darkness. “Yes daddy, I want to be all those things.”
Over the next several months, the life they had built and sustained together remained mostly unchanged. Katy did finally agree to enroll in classes, but at a smaller university nearby that would allow her to stay home with her father. After much consideration and scrutiny over the family budget, she also gave notice at the practice, signaling to Dr Richards that their brief encounter was indeed just that. Jeff’s raise from that spring along with the burden of alimony being lifted had taken all the pressure off Katy to help with expenses.
Jeff once again, ended things with Amanda. Katy effectively moved into her father’s bedroom, but they kept her room the way it was and used it for their various naughty purposes when it suited them. They also explored the extent of Jeff’s kinks, while Katy was coming into her own. The forbidden union between the two was hot enough on its own taboo nature, but they were equally matched in their appetites and inclinations. Jeff always pushed the boundaries with Katy in a way that kept things exciting, but still treated her like a princess when they weren’t deep in the throes of their mutual lust.
One winter evening, Katy had just returned home from her fist session of final exams at the end of the term. She wasn’t nearly as bothered as she was expecting, being nearly 2 years older than most of her classmates. She still liked to tease and caught many a wayward stare from the other male students, but her heart was at home with her father. Upon entering the door and finding the room dark, she dropped her keys on the adjacent stand and reached to flick on the light. Before her hand could even reach the switch, she felt it in the strong grip of her father who suddenly dragged her into the living room and bent her over the sofa. Albeit surprising in the moment, this was something the two of them had come to enjoy with her father lying in wait for her to come home and then taking her suddenly. In the darkness her father yanked her trousers over her hips and took her from behind while bending her over the arm of the sofa.
After he filled her, they lay across the floor in each other’s arms before her father casually spoke the first words either of them uttered since she returned home.
“First finals are completed! I’ve got you home with me for winter break then?”
“Yes daddy, your little slut will be here for you until January!” she answered back with a spark in her eye.
“Well,” her father began, “It might be a busier winter break than you planned.”
Katy looked puzzled at her father. Her eyebrows raised as if to ask what he was getting at.
“You remember how I had said that our old house was for sale?”
“Yeah…” Katy responded, still confused where this was heading.
“I don’t know what came over your mother, guilt, or a conscience or what, but we got a portion of the proceeds from the sale!”
“W…wh… what?” Katy exclaimed genuinely surprised.
“I know! I was as surprised as you were!” he said while caressing her cheek. “So, I’ve got something I’d like to show you if you’re free for the evening.”
“Of course! What is it?” Katy responded.
“Well hike your trousers back up and I’ll show you!” her father said with a chuckle.
The pair redressed themselves and Jeff drove Katy westward into the country toward a place that was halfway between the small college she attended and his place of work. He turned onto a lane that led to cozy brick home and a tree lined garden. He set the parking brake and looked over to his daughter.
“I’ve had my eye on this place for a bit. The garden is amazing and it’s private enough out here that we don’t have to worry about nosy neighbors or people we know happening across us if I… say… want to have you right outside.” Jeff smiled and Katy blushed at the notion.
“Daddy… I don’t know what to say!” Katy was genuinely overwhelmed by the prospect of having their own little home and doing all the things with her father precisely how she pictured it when he first confided in her about looking for another place.
“Well, don’t say anything until you’ve seen the inside!” Jeff said opening the door.
He came around and opened the door for Katy and the two walked arm and arm up the walk toward the house before Katy stopped him.
“Daddy, how many bedrooms does this place have?” Katy asked softly.
“Well, there’s three. A spacious main bedroom, and two smaller ones. I’d thought that one could be an office space for either of us, and the other for guests… should we ever have any.”
Katy stopped on the walk and her father looked down at her. Her lip was quivering, and she held both his hands in his.
“I’ve got a surprise of my own actually…” she started timidly. “I don’t think there will be a spare bedroom for guests after all!”