by Katie Ayres
Terrence expected her to stop him. But, instead, to his great amazement, she straightened her back slightly, almost pushing her nipples into his hands. Slowly, tentatively, he began to rub each firm round breast, oiling them well, but prepared to pull back the minute his daughter decided she’d had enough. Her nipples puckered. Did he imagine the low hum of pleasure he heard from her?
Terrence’s hard cock began leaking pre–cum. He would come soon if this kept up. There was nothing he’d have liked to do more than take his cock out of his shorts and offer it to his daughter’s mouth for a suck but Terrence restrained himself. Just because she’d allowed a neck rub to go further than she’d probably ever intended, didn’t mean he’d get away with anything more than that. And the day was going so well. No screaming, no slammed doors, no terrible attitude. It had been the perfect day and now here he was out in his back yard, with the biggest hard–on of his life, rubbing his oil–slicked hands all over his teenaged daughter’s boobs. Yes, life could get better. It could get better if she turned around and took him out of his shorts and clamped her lips around him. It could get better if her friend Keisha pulled her bikini bottoms aside and let him feast his eyes on her fat black pussy. Yes, there were definitely ways in which it could get better but they were good, very good, as they were.
Just then, Keisha’s chair creaked. Terrence looked over at her as she slid a finger under the crotch of her bikini bottom and pulled it aside. Terrence’s mind froze as he stared at her dark pussy with its pink labial lips. He hadn’t voiced his wish aloud. How was this happening? It was as if Keisha had read his mind.
His hands took on a life of their own and squeezed his daughter’s boobs while his attention fastened on the black girl’s thick fat pussy. He was quite sure she wasn’t a virgin and he wondered how many inches of cock her pussy could take.
Keisha scratched her mound lightly with her red fingernails and then gave her clit a little squeeze before she covered herself back up. Terrence’s eyes flew to her face but her eyes were closed. Was she really sleeping or only pretending? Did she know he’d been watching her? Terrence’s body grew rigid. He pushed himself into Chanci’s back, trying not to make his movements too obvious as he rubbed her hard nipples between his fingers. He stared down at his daughter’s pretty little boobs in his big hands and lust snaked through him. In seconds, his cum exploded from his cock in one of the most intense orgasms of his life. It was all he could do to stand there without sinking to the ground, his body shuddering as the after–shocks passed through him. When it was over and he was quite sure he could speak without his voice quavering, he pulled the straps of her bikini up and stepped away from her.
“Well, that’s it, then. All done. I hope you’re feeling better, Chanci.”
“I am, Daddy. Thank you so much.” She turned and gave him a bright smile as if exactly nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t realized that he’d been fondling her young breasts or that he’d rubbed himself into an orgasm on her back.
“I’ll see you two later, then.” He picked up his towel.
“Aw, Daddy, sure you don’t want to stay out here with us?” she asked, pouting as she leaned back on her lounge chair, her knees drawn up and her legs open. “You can keep me company until Keisha wakes up.”
Terrence dragged his eyes away from between her legs and glanced over at Keisha whose mouth was slightly open. She really was sleeping! As he watched her, she let out a little snore.
“No, I’ve got some work to do,” he lied as he walked off. “You girls have a good time.” He didn’t have any work that couldn’t wait until he was back in the store on Monday but he needed to get away by himself and think. He had no idea what was happening. Well, of course he did have an idea.
If he was honest with himself he’d admit that he’d been checking Chanci out for a while, admiring her as she grew into a sexy and attractive young woman. It had been harmless, he’d thought. Just a father noticing his daughter growing into a woman. It hadn’t meant anything when he checked out her ass as she walked in front of him, or when his gaze lingered on her boobs a bit longer than was appropriate. She’d liked the attention, invited it even with her tight revealing clothes, but he’d tried to counsel her. If he was her father and he was reacting this way to the sight of her hot little body he could only imagine what was going through other men’s minds when they saw her. But she hadn’t paid him any mind and had continued to dress exactly as she wanted and he realized now where the tension of recent months had come from. From him. Not from Chanci.
Chanci was a healthy young girl, determined to enjoy life and all it had to offer, but he had tried to suppress her energy and high spirits. He hadn’t been able to cope with the sight of her nubile body so freely displayed. All his middle–class inhibitions and conservative mores had come to the fore in his effort to change her. And all because he wanted to fuck Chanci. He wanted to drive his cock into his daughter over and over again as she moaned in pleasure. He wanted to plant his cream–pie in her cunt and know that he’d emptied his seed in her hot twat. He wanted her to suck his cock and to feel his cock–head touch the back of her throat. Those were the desires swimming around in his sub–conscious whenever he yelled at her to go put some decent clothes on.
But Chanci wasn’t the problem. He was. All his denial had brought him was a lust so deep and overpowering that it had erupted to the surface last night when he’d seen her on the couch, her legs splayed apart and her nipples exposed. He’d given in to his lust for his teenaged daughter but that hadn’t assuaged his desire for her. Just the opposite. It had stoked it to fever–pitch. He could barely look at her now without his cock rising, demanding attention.
Terrence didn’t know what he should do. He was Chanci’s only living relative. Her mother had never revealed who her father was, so it was just him and her. She’d accepted his caresses by the pool but he’d been giving her a massage. It was okay for a stepfather to give his daughter a rub down. Yes, he’d rubbed her boobs but that wasn’t really very intimate. Not as intimate as fingering her pussy would be, for example, and he certainly hadn’t done that. He wanted to, he acknowledged as he pulled a beer out of the fridge and went up to his bedroom. He wanted to very much but, if he did something like that, it would transform things between them forever. They would never be the same two people again and their relationship would be forever changed.
Terrence looked out of his window. The girls were still there lying on their lounge chairs. He idly stroked his cock as he remembered the feel of Chanci’s boobs in his oily hands and how Keisha’s titties had shook as she ran after her friend.
He took a swig of his beer as he thought about the last twenty–four hours. There’d been no bad feelings between him and his daughter today. When he’d given in to his desires last night, it was like he’d punctured a hole in a balloon and the tension between them had leaked out. Things between them were nice and easy again.
He took another swig as an idea germinated in his mind. It was a good idea, he thought, examining it from all angles. Yes, a very good one. He would get what he wanted and nothing would have to change between him and Chanci because she need never find out. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before. All of the unpleasantness of the past year could have been avoided if he’d recognized and understood himself and his own needs better.
Outside by the pool, Chanci and Keisha sat up and began talking. Terrence pushed his hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and ran his fingers idly around his cockhead as he watched them. Things would stay the way they were between himself and Chanci, but they would also be different and only he, Terrence, would know about it.
Satisfied with the solution he’d come up with, Terrence headed to the shower. Tonight, his life would change and go in a new direction. He could hardly wait.
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Excerpts
Hot for Daddy
EXCERPT - “I like it. I like feeling the air on my bare skin.” I’d been going to say “on my pussy” but I didn’t think Daddy was ready to hear that word from me right then. “Like now.” I pulled the hem of my pleated skirt up to my knees and sighed in contentment as the blast from the air condition hit my shaved pussy. How had Dad missed the fact that I’d arranged the slats of the vent so the air would strike my honeypot?
“That feels so nice, Daddy. Like you wouldn’t believe.” I glanced at him and saw the bulge at his crotch. Yes! I could have pumped my fist in glee. Mr. Edwin had thought he was getting me in trouble but maybe, just maybe, if I played my cards right, I’d find myself in the best trouble of all because Daddy is the man I’ve been saving my cherry for. For years now I’ve daydreamed and fantasized about making love with him and feeling his cock in my tight hungry cunt after I’ve sucked him off and licked him clean. But I’d never found a way to get at him because whenever I bring up anything remotely sexual, he always tells me to go ask Mom or go talk to Mom. Now, Mom wasn’t here. It was just him and me for the next week and a half and I was of age now. Becoming Daddy’s lover was one of the presents I’d promised myself on my 18th birthday and I meant to collect as soon as I could. I inched my skirt up higher on my thighs.
“Ooh,” I purred, squirming in my seat in such a way that my skirt fell back further. “Turn the air higher, Daddy.” I held my breath. Would he do it? Or would he cut things off right now, before they even got started. There was a slight pause and then his hand reached out to turn the air condition on high. I did my best not to let my relief show. It was a small victory but I knew in my heart I’d just made a lot of progress.
At Daddy’s Service 1
EXCERPT -
She flipped it open and began to read as I stared at her in shock.
“January, 18th, 2013.”
My birthday! “No, Mom.” I leaped at her and tried to wrest it away but Daddy caught me, pulled me into his lap and wrapped an arm around my arms to hold me still.
“Mom! Mom, please, please don’t. Please.”
She ignored me. “My 18th birthday was everything I wanted it to be. My party was the bomb and all my best friends were there, blah, blah, blah. Now, here’s where it gets interesting.” She winked at me and I tried again to snatch the book away from her but Daddy was holding me too tight for me to do anything more than flail uselessly at her. “Of course, I’d have liked Daddy to have given me something even better than the Cartier watch and the fab party and everything else. You know what I mean, don’t you, Deeta?” She looked at me, her lips twitching. “Is that your name for the diary? That’s sweet.” I glared my fury at her and kept my lips shut. She had some nerve, invading my privacy like she’d done and was doing and still turning around to ask me questions.
Openly smiling now, she went back to reading. “I know you do because I’ve been longing for it for so, so long, it feels like an eternity. I want Daddy’s cock, Daddy’s dong, Daddy’s dick, Daddy’s man–meat.” She stopped. “Really, Alana? Man–meat? Where do you kids pick up your vocabulary from?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended this wasn’t happening. I wasn’t sitting in the family room on my father’s lap, listening to my mother reveal my deepest secrets to him. I was somewhere else entirely, maybe at school, or, no, the mall. Yes, that’s it. Shopping at the mall.
“And I want it in my cunt, my mouth, my ass, between my boobs and anywhere else he feels to put it.” Daddy shifted and moved, pulling me out of my shopping spree at the mall and back to where I was, sitting on his lap as I listened to my Mom violate my privacy by reading my diary aloud. Something had changed…something…was different. At first I didn’t understand what it was but my confusion only lasted a minute. It was Daddy’s cock. It had hardened, lengthened, and I was sitting right over it, my pussy separated from it only by the clothes we were wearing. The realization turned me on so much my juices gushed out of me and into the satin crotch of my Victoria Secret panties.
More Titles
Step-Daddy Erotica
At Daddy’s Service #1, #2, #3, #4, #5
At Daddy’s Service (The Collection)
Daddy’s Little Model # 1, #2, #3 #4
Daddy’s Little Model (The Bundle)
Hot for Daddy
The Taboo Story Bundle
What Daddy Wants I, II, III
A Katie Ayres Sampler
Historical Erotica
Ruby (Erotica Noir)
The Merchant’s Lady (Chronicles of a Highwayman’s Adventures)
The Merchant’s Lady Pt. 2 (Chronicles of a Highwayman’s Adventures)
Beast Erotica
Bride of the Beast-man
Mated to the Beast-man
Escape From the Beast-man
The Beast-man Trilogy
Taken by the Chupacabra
Sacrificed to the Dinosaur
The Princess and the Troll Thief
Tears of the Moon (Gay Tentacle Romance)
The Big Book of Monsters
Pastor Ryan Series
Pastor Ryan Does His Duty
Pastor Ryan to the Rescue
Pastor Ryan Helps Out
Pastor Ryan Offers Lessons
The Pastor Ryan Collection
Pastor Ryan Drives Out Sin
New Adult Brother/Sister Erotic Romance
The end of everything (The Risen Dead Pt. 1)
Love Awakened (The Risen Dead Pt. 2)
General/Contemporary Erotica
Kathy Goes Black (Cuckold on the Island)
Kathy Goes Black 2 (Cuckolded on the Island)
Taking the Billionaire’s Daughter
Breeding the Billionaire’s Daughter
My Doctor Bred Me
My Neighbor Bred Me
