She perched on the couch across from him and demurely crossed her legs as the impossibly short skirt inched dangerously up her thighs.
“Is this better daddy?” she said cheekily.
“Hardly,” Grant muttered trying not to notice the way her nipples were poking against the smooth texture of her blouse. “Now what was so important that you wanted to talk about?”
“Well,” she said flashing him a wide-eyed innocent smile, there’s a Halloween party over at Jake’s place. Everyone is going to be there and I want-”
“Jake? You mean that lazy good-for- nothing shithead who the police think might be dealing drugs?” Grant glared at his daughter. “No way Taylor.”
“Daddy!” she exclaimed, jumping up and stamping her foot in frustration. “He doesn’t do drugs and besides that, his parents will probably be there. I’ll be good, I promise I will.”
“I said no, and I mean no!” Grant snapped. Despite his anger it amazed him that at eighteen, his daughter still asked him permission to go places and even stranger that she generally acceded to his decisions. In truth though, she normally always got her own way but it seemed to be a little game she liked to play.
“Is poor old daddykins in a bad mood then?” she pouted, resting her hands on her hips in a seductive pose
“You’re not too old for a good spanking young lady,” Grant replied sharply. ” And any more of your cheek and you’ll get one.”
“Ohhh daddy,” she giggled naughtily, “I’m so, so very scared, terrified actually.”
It was too much for Grant. Her childish taunt and the exaggerated way she fluttered her eyelashes made something inside him snap and he flew across the room in two steps. He dropped onto the couch and pulled Taylor over his knee.
“Ohh!” she squealed as she fell forward. She wriggled like a snake and pressed her breasts against her father’s thighs while her ass poked up in the air. Grant raised the scrap of skirt material covering her butt and sucked in his breath sharply.
Shit! The little minx was not wearing panties.
The perfectly rounded cheeks of her bottom and a hint of her pouting pussy lips were exposed to Grant’s disbelieving eyes. His hand hovered in mid air and Taylor abruptly stopped wriggling as he stared at her ass. A sense of horror washed over him as he felt his anger melt away to be replaced by something even worse.
Desire.
His cock stirred in his trousers and he tried desperately to fight his growing arousal by willing his mind to go someplace other than the stillness of the room and the bizarre sexually-charged situation he’d found himself in.
Nothing but silence and the sound of her father’s heavy breathing filled Taylor’s ears. Dammit, did he have any idea of how agonizing it was for her to endure the long silence and wonder what he was thinking? She blushed and swallowed hard as she imagined the sight she was presenting, her ass naked as the cool air swirled around it. She had never feel more exposed, more vulnerable, more nervous. Her nipples poked hard against the soft silk of her blouse. The back of her neck was tingling; every pore of her skin seemed to be waiting. Waiting for him to move, to say something. She clenched her abdominal muscles hard and her butt cheeks jiggled. Instinctively she pushed her ass out, just a little more.
The movement triggered something deep and primal in Grant’s brain. He flexed his foot, raising his left thigh a few inches and his hand flashed down delivering a firm smack to her right cheek. The skin reddened slightly and he smacked the left cheek.
Taylor turned her head to face him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide. “Daddy,” she said breathlessly, “I’m sorry, I’ve been a naughty girl.”
“I know!” he growled as his hand made contact with her ass again in a stinging slap. She was smooth and firm under his palm and between his legs he could feel his cock growing to full erectness. It strained uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.
“Ow!” she yelped. Her ass stung, it felt hot and tingly and she wriggled again pushing her hip in a small circle against him trapping his cock between them hard.
Grant hissed, breath whooshing out. “Naughty little tease.” Driven by the demonic force that had possessed him, his hand left the warm blush of her ass and slid down to her pussy tracing the outline of her lips. He let his finger dip slightly into her soft moistness while she squirmed in protest. The instant he touched her slick flesh he was overcome with a maelstrom of emotions and shock. Jesus, what was he doing? This was his daughter and punishing her was one thing, but this was entirely different. Despite his mind being in tormented debate his body raged with unbridled lust. He seemed unable to control himself and his lewd actions.
“Mmmmmahhhh!” Taylor cried breathlessly. He kept his finger inside the entrance to her cunt and let his thumb find her clit. Her body bucked suddenly and then she stopped wriggling as a small sigh escaped her lips. She raised her ass, almost as though trying to make things easier for him and he took immediate advantage working the swollen nub of her clit while his palm pressed across the wet flesh of her slit. He grimaced with satisfaction as he felt her juice slide over his skin and he roughly forced two long fingers deep inside her and began thrusting. A groan ripped from his throat as he felt his daughter’s tight young pussy grip his invading fingers. She was so soft and so incredibly wet. He thought he might come in his trousers from the feel of her and the scent of her sweet pussy. She squirmed again, almost driving him insane. Each time she moved she would rub against his throbbing cock. Her body seemed to rise to meet each one of his finger thrusts yet at the same time he could feel her trying to move away from him.
“Daddy, please… oh nooo,” she cried out struggling against him. Overcome now with crazed lust, Grant pressed her down over his legs with increased pressure and continued to finger fuck her forcing her to come. Her body trembled and spasmed as her pussy convulsed hard around her father’s fingers.
Feeling Taylor climax had pushed Grant’s arousal to a dangerous level. His rampant lust threatened to overwhelm him and despite being dimly aware that what he was doing was morally wrong, his self control had slipped away completely. He wanted more, he wanted to bury himself in her tight young pussy, teach her a lesson and pour his anguish into her. Deep within his subconscious mind he knew that unless Taylor managed to escape from his grip he was going to take her. He was going to fuck his own daughter.
Taylor scrambled off his lap to her feet and tried to pull down her skirt. She was wild eyed and disheveled with her cheeks flaming brightly but Grant thought he had never seen her look more beautiful. During their struggle on his lap most of the buttons on her blouse had come undone and a full round breast poked out enticingly at him. He rose to his feet and grabbed her preventing her from escaping and then his hand moved with a will of it’s own to rip the silky fabric from her body.
The harsh sound of the material tearing brought a look of alarm to Taylor’s eyes.
“Oh my God, daddy, please…” she gasped as he tossed the tatters of her blouse aside and reached for the waistband of her skirt to rip it from her body.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Grant took in the beauty of her body naked, except for the silly white socks and shoes. Her skin was smooth and flawless and the soft patch of honey blond pubic hair between her thighs was matted and wet against her puffy labia. His hand cupped the swell of her soft breast and he pinched the nipple roughly making her moan and gasp while he struggled with his own clothing, pulling and tugging until he was naked.
Taylor stared wide-eyed at her father’s cock as it sprung from his underwear. She’d never seen anything quite so thick and imposing. It jutted out angrily from beneath a thick bush of dark pubic hair, and in the muted light of the living room she could see the big head, swollen and glistening with a drop of precum at the tip. Grant wrapped one hand around the thick shaft and stroked it while he watched his daughter’s eyes. A whimper tore from her throat when he pushed her down onto the thickly carpeted floor and knelt beside her. His fingers found their way back to her leaking pussy and he leaned in to kiss her full on the mouth. Taylor kept her lips firmly together for a second as her father’s tongue played across them, but as his passion rose and he became more insistent, she opened her mouth almost in welcome to let him in.
His pulled his lips from her and snaked his way down to her breasts sucking her pointy dusky pink nipples into his mouth as she groaned and squirmed on the floor.
“Oh God,” she yelped as his tongue continued its downward path over her flat belly to the wet juncture between her thighs. Grant knelt between his daughter’s legs and spread open her pussy lips savoring the delicious sight of her wet young flesh engorged with excitement and opening to him. He stared at her like a starving man before a feast and then licked his lips lecherously before leaned forward to thrust his tongue into her steaming hole. Taylor screamed and thrashed her head from side to side as her father lapped at her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth.
The sweet taste of her young cunt filled Grant with insatiable desire. He lost himself in her pussy as he licked and sucked her relentlessly. Despite her pleas Taylor ground her pussy upwards against his mouth and beard, not stopping until an intense orgasm rocked her and she gushed juice all over her father’s tongue.
‘Oh, oh God,” Taylor gasped. She tried to wriggle away but Grant was on top of her before she could move. She tugged at his shoulders in an effort to get away but his strength was no match for her.
‘Daddy, please!” she whimpered.
Her urgent words made Grant hesitate, but only for a second because the beast that had woken within him would not let him stop. He had overcome his sickening feeling of shame and for now Taylor was nothing more than a nubile young woman who he was about to fuck. All he wanted was to quench his burning lust in her.
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