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The next morning I was slowly awakened by gentle caresses across my bare back. I lay there with eyes closed enjoying my father’s touch, my breath deepening as I remembered the events of the night before. I lay facing away from Daddy as his hand found its way lower and lower down my back to my bare bottom, caressing and rubbing it in obvious enjoyment. I pretended to be asleep as I felt my father move closer to me, his lips softly kissing my neck and upper back. Meanwhile his hands moved lower still, slipping between my legs to find my now very wet pussy.

“I knew you were awake, little girl,” he said as he inserted one of his fingers into me.

“Mmm…good morning Daddy!” I groaned as we lay there spooning, his soft lips dancing along my neck as his fingers fucked my now very wet pussy. As I felt my orgasm building, he withdrew his fingers and, lifting one of my legs slightly, moved between them and slid his cock into me.

“Fuck…what a tight little pussy you have, Ali” he whispered to me, his breath brushing my ear as he impaled me fully. I accepted his compliment by squeezing my pussy around his cock, causing him to emit a slight gasp.

“I’m glad you like my pussy, Daddy! Now shut up and fuck me.”

I shifted onto my knees and hugged my pillow, offered him my pussy. He positioned himself behind me, placed his cock against my opening and slid into me. Holding my hips, he fucked me deeply and powerfully, his thrusts filling me and stealing my breath. In just a few minutes, we both came hard, his cum filling me as he pistoned his cock into me repeatedly. Spent, we both collapsed and melted into each other’s arms to catch our breaths.

After exchanging a sweet kiss, we disentangled our sweaty bodies. He lay back on the bed as I I went to the bathroom to pee. When I returned, he was putting on his shorts. “Why don’t we go downstairs and make breakfast?”

“I have a better idea – why don’t we go out?”

“Ok Ali – but I think we both need to wash up pretty good first. Let’s take quick showers and go.”

“Showers? Don’t you want to save water and share? Besides, you know you haven’t bathed me in years, Daddy,” I quipped as we walked escort gaziantep to his bathroom.”

“I think you’re trying to kill me, Ali.”

Putting my arms around his neck, I looked at my father in the eye and snuggled up to him. “I wouldn’t do that – you’re too rich and too cute!” I giggled as I kissed the tip of his nose. “Besides,” I continued while rubbing my belly against his stiffening cock, “I think I’ve made a new friend here.”

“You scare me, young lady!” Taking my hands off his shoulders and into his hands, he kissed them and said “you go take a quick shower and let me know when you’re done. I have to make a call to the office. Then I’ll jump in, wash up, and we’ll go out.” He kissed my lips sweetly, sending me on my way with a slight squeeze on my naked bottom.

While showering, I couldn’t help but obsess on the events of the past two-days. My successful seduction of my father and the incredible sex that followed, including this morning’s quickie. I was getting horny again think about it and found myself unconsciously soaping my breasts a little longer than necessary. Soon I was playing with them with one hand while the other found my clit. As the hot water cascaded, I brought myself to another orgasm fantasizing that Daddy was in there in the shower with me, on his knees licking my pussy and clit. I caught my breath, quickly washed my hair, rinsed off and climbed out of the shower.

“I’m done, Daddy,” I called down the stairs as I went into my room to dry off and dress. As I heard my father in the shower, I had the hardest time deciding what to wear. How do I dress sexy without being too obvious? After putting on a sexy white bra and panty set, I chose a cute white sheer cotton summer dress that did little to hide my tanned and toned body beneath it. I applied just a touch of eye makeup and lip gloss, put my hair up in a pony tail and threw on a pair of strappy high heeled sandals.

As always, my father was ready long before I was. “C’mon Ali, by the time you’re done they’ll be serving dinner instead of breakfast!”

I came downstairs and saw my very handsome father in his beige summer chinos and araban escort a blue button down sport shirt. He looked so yummy I couldn’t help but walk up to him and kiss him softly on the lips.

“I love you Daddy.”

He returned the kiss and the admiring look. “I love you too, pumpkin.” He hadn’t called me that since I was little and it made me tingle all over. He took my hand and led me to the car, holding my car door open for me like a gentleman. (He always hated boys who pulled up to the house and honked their horns for me and would not let me leave the house until they came to the door.)

At the restaurant I ordered a waffle with whipped cream and fresh fruit and, true to form, my father ordered his tried and true swiss and mushroom omelet and coffee.

“So, Ali…I’m not sure where we are supposed to go with this.”

“What’s the matter?” I felt slightly panicked – was he rejecting me already?

“Well, it’s all so strange. You’re my daughter, Ali, and this isn’t the usual father-daughter relationship.”

“Why can’t we just enjoy being with each other and see where it goes?”

“Besides being your father, someone may get hurt – maybe both of us. You’re 18 and starting college in the fall. Normal girls go away to school and find boyfriends to complain about their fathers to.”

“Who said I’m normal? Besides, isn’t that a risk in all relationships? You know, it could make visiting weekends at school more fun.” I couldn’t help but smirk.

Daddy smiled. “How did you get some worldly and wise at 18?”

“From you, Daddy.”

“Doubtful.” He smiled. Then he looked at me lovingly and took my hand in his. “I love you, Ali,” he said reassuringly.

“I love you too Daddy.” Somehow I knew that it would be ok whatever happened in the end. With that we finished eating our breakfasts in contented silence.

Back in the car, my father asked “where now, Ali? I took the day off just to be with you so let’s enjoy it.”

“We could go home and go swimming.”

“We can do that anytime. Why don’t we drive out up the coast and walk along the beach?”

“Can we go the mall arap escort afterwards and go shopping? I haven’t been spoiled by you in awhile, you know.”

“I spoil you everyday, Ali!”

“That’s not the point.” I snuggled closer to him in the car, rubbing his thigh as he drove. “I can buy some sexy lingerie to surprise you with later, Daa-dee” I whispered in his ear in my best little girl voice as my hand began rubbing his stiffening crotch.

“Ali – this isn’t the safest time or place for this…”, his voice trailing off as my hand began rubbing his growing bulge more intensely. “Ali, please…this is dangerous.”

“Oh, is Daddy getting hard again for his little girl again?” I continued in my “baby girl” voice as I unzipped his chinos, reaching inside and pulling out his growing erection. “Mmm…Daddy has a treat for me and it looks so yummy!” I said just before swooping down and taking it into my mouth.

“Oh my gu…Ali…please!”

After a few moments, I felt him harden completely in my mouth. I then used my tongue to bathe the head of his cock and massage its underside as my hand pumped the shaft. By this point my father had given up any pretense of resistance and just focused on keeping the car on the Parkway as I sucked his cock. Knowing I had won this round, I decided I would give a hot, intense blow job sure to get him off quickly. I took him deep into my mouth, sucking him hard as my fingers played with his balls. As I felt him hardening and nearing orgasm, I moved my hand deeper into his pants, using my fingers to massage the area around his asshole. When I started to insert the tip of my index finger, he nearly jumped out his seat, cumming almost instantaneously. As he filled my mouth with his hot sticky cum, I pumped him and swallowed every drop, making sure not to stain his chinos. When he was done, I licked him clean and put his cock away, kissing his cheek as I zipped him back up.

“Thank you Daddy! Are you feeling better?” I asked, feigning innocence?

“I was right Ali – you are trying to kill me.”

“Never, Daddy! You’re too cute.” I squeezed his hand for emphasis. Taking his hand in mine, I asked “so where are we going anyway?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to go lingerie shopping?”

“Naughty Daddy!” Caressing his hand in mine, I looked at him at said “I love you Daddy.”

“I love you too, pumpkin”, he responded with a squeeze.

With that we drove to the mall. But that’s another story.

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