“Well fuck you too!” Grant Jenkins cursed as he slammed down the receiver. That was the second time in the week he had been bluntly told he was ‘too old’ when he had made enquiries about a new job and his eyes drifted desolately around the cubicle sized area that was his office. How the hell he had stuck it out so long in his job as an Insurance Portfolio Administrator he didn’t know. But the one thing he did know was that it frustrated the piss out of him and that the only sane thing to do now was to get out. He had just passed his forty sixth birthday and it was now or never if he intended to change his career. He grabbed his jacket, pulled his door shut and walked into the adjoining open plan claims office where a couple of frustrated consultants were still talking urgently into telephones trying to pacify irate clients.
“See ya tomorrow,” he called out at no one in particular as he made his exit.
Christ, he thought as he hit the elevator button, listening to those consultants made him feel that he should be grateful. At least he had progressed past all that soul destroying business of eating clients shit and he had what was considered, a more cushy job. Even if it wasn’t terribly exciting or mentally challenging, it did pay relatively well, and the company had been accommodating when his mother had died and he’d needed time off to attend to Taylor and her school activities.
The scent of impending rain hung thickly in the air as he stepped out of the building into the parking area. He glanced up at the sky and grimaced as the heavy clouds swirled around ominously. It matched his mood perfectly and he hesitated between driving straight home before the storm broke or going into the hotel bar across the street for a quick drink first. There was nothing much to go home to he contemplated cynically. Taylor was staying over at her girlfriend’s place and the idea of a quiet night alone with his miserable thoughts didn’t seem very appealing.
He shouldered his way into the already crowded bar and ordered a drink before joining a group of guys from the company’s marketing department. The talk was about work and sex and he joined in the fun of ragging a newly wed man who was downing his beer quickly so he could get home to his wife.
Grant laughed loudly with the others but between their shoulders he caught his reflection in the mirror above the bar. Today’s face looked no different from yesterday’s face, short dark hair with a few flecks of grey and steely blue eyes. Taylor had persuaded him to grow a goatee which he was still trying to get used to, but she said it was sexy, and there was very little that he wouldn’t do for his eighteen year old daughter. Still, he thought as his tired eyes gazed stoically back at him among the reflections of colored bottles and the bright glitter of the bar, he did feel older. Older and disillusioned. It wasn’t just the disappointment of the job rejections but the woman that he had been dating on and off for the past while had called him earlier in the day to break it off because, as she put it, ‘she was bored with the relationship’. ‘Old’ and ‘boring,’ you couldn’t be called much worse in one day, he grimaced tipping back his drink and ordering another.
The insistent tone of his cell phone ringing pierced through the noise and tore him from his thoughts.
“Daddy, can you hear me?”
“Yeah honey what’s up?”
“When are you going to be home?”
“Home? Why? I thought you were spending the night at Liz’s place.”
“Yeah, well my plans have changed, but I need to talk to you about it daddy and we can’t do it on the phone. Can you come home soon? Please, pretty please with a cherry on the top.”
Grant shook his head wryly in resignation. He knew that tone of voice; it meant he was about to get worked over. “Ok, I’ll be home soon.”
***
“Trick or Treat Mister,” two young children dressed as a vampire and wizard shouted as Grant approached his car. They rushed towards him, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they extended their bags in eager anticipation.
Jesus, he was getting old! He hadn’t even remembered that it was Halloween. He shrugged his shoulders at the eager faces and gave them a weary smile. “Sorry guys, guess it’ll have to be a trick this time.”
“C’mon, kids, stop bothering the man,” a woman called out. She trotted up breathlessly and smiled apologetically at Grant as she took the children firmly by their hands to lead them away. “It’s time to go home now, enough treats for today.”
“Happy Halloween,” the vampire-clad boy called back, baring his fake fangs and shivering against the wind and chill of the approaching darkness as his mother dragged him away.
The blur of the passing lights and traffic merged with the images that were playing through Grant’s mind as he drove home. The caring and watchful mother with her children out for some Halloween fun made him reminisce about his own situation.
“There was no fun in that,” he muttered angrily to himself.
Taylor was three when her mother walked out on them. It seemed that motherhood was at the bottom of her list of priorities and her boss at the top. When they had crashed and died in his little red sports car while on the way to some exotic place, Grant couldn’t help but feel a sense of justice and peace. He’d never told Taylor the truth about her mother, allowing the memories of her to remain untainted. But his life had changed drastically, with him devoting all of his time to raising Taylor, almost to the exclusion of everyone else.
A social life was what other people had. Instead, he was more used to school functions, homework help-out and juggling his time to drive her from one extra-mural activity to another. In-between, he managed to get an occasional work-out at the gym and even less frequently, one with a call girl. Before she passed away, his mother helped out where she could with Taylor, but she was a handful and by the time she was seven she had worked out how to get around him most of the time. As she grew up, her interests turned to things other than dolls and Grant found himself having to put his foot down on more than one occasion where boys were concerned. There was no doubt in his mind that tonight’s discussion that was so urgent, would also be about a boy.
Brightly lit pumpkin lanterns decorated the lawn of the house at the corner of the street and teenagers, dressed in an array of ghoulish costumes, lolled about outside as the wind gusted and swirled leaves up against their legs. From inside came the blast of music which Grant could still hear filtering through as he pulled into his driveway. The owners of the corner house were new to the neighborhood and he hadn’t met them but he liked it that way. Nosy and invasive neighbors got on his nerves.
***
“Happy Halloween, daddy,” Taylor’s voice rang out as he opened the door and stepped into the living room. A beautiful nun dressed from head to foot in black stood before him like a sainted vision. Grant could barely see his daughter’s angelic face peeking out from the very modest uniform.
“You like?’ she giggled.
He laughed in surprise at her choice of costume. “Well you are going through your black clothes phase now, so I guess it’s perfect. You planning to wear it somewhere tonight?”
“Yeah,” she said shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
But when she casually turned around, everything changed and the smile slid off his face.
The outfit was completely see-through from her neck all the way down to the hem.
Grant felt his heart constrict in his chest with shock as he absorbed the sight before him. She was obviously braless as there were no indications of bra straps and the costume framed Taylor’s creamy white skin and slender body like a picture of decadence against an inky sea of black material. A black garter belt and a scrap of red flimsy lace that was supposed to be a thong nestled between her butt cheeks and highlighted her perfectly shaped ass. Black seamed stockings with lace tops and very high heels completed the outfit and left Grant with no doubt whatsoever that virtue was the last thing on his daughter’s mind.
“Forget it,” Grant barked, “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that young lady, now go and get changed!”
“But daddy, its Halloween and –”
“You heard me Taylor, end of subject. Now, go change before I really get mad!”
With trembling hands Grant splashed some whiskey over ice and drank deeply from the glass while he struggled to get his breathing under control. Taylor had picked the wrong fucking day for her little tricks. Over the past six months, he had noticed that she’d added this latest trick to her arsenal. It involved wearing skimpy clothes that were designed to show off her lusciously developed body to the maximum while she wheedled him for something. It was fast becoming her favorite method of ‘persuading’ him to let her have her way and Grant reflected wryly that while it was damn frustrating for him, it normally worked. However, after the crappy day he’d had, he was in no mood for her little games tonight.
***
He’d just finished a sandwich and was onto his second whisky when she reappeared wearing a pleated skirt similar to those he recalled seeing the girls at the Catholic school wear. It looked very authentic except it was shamelessly short. For a second Grant caught himself wondering if it even covered her butt. The white silk blouse she wore with it was loose enough to show him the bounce and jiggle of her braless tits as she walked into the room and once again, the cute long white socks and red ribbons holding her blonde hair in pigtails did nothing to convince him that her intentions for the evening were innocent. Christ, she looked like a sex fantasy for a child molester. No fucking way was she going out in that either.
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.
Taylor let out a groan as she felt him throbbing against her wetness. She shut her eyes tightly as she felt him press against the soft lips that guarded her entrance. His breathing was raspy and short, the warm air from his exhale fanning her face and then she felt it. The forward thrust of his powerful hips as he speared his cock into her depths. She cried out sharply, her voice trailing off in a sob as her father’s groin slapped against hers.
“Oh my God,” Grant moaned as the slick walls of Taylor’s cunt clung to him and struggled to accommodate his girth. All he could feel was the most incredible tightness. She was wrapped like a close-fitting satin glove, wet and pulsing around his cock. Her muscles gripped him possessively and she moaned softly as she bucked under him.
Above her face, Grant’s eyes were glazed with pleasure and he let out a guttural sound as he drove into her. There was nothing gentle or loving about his movements, just a desperate need for fulfillment, for satisfaction. He thrust hard plunging himself in as deeply as he could, trying to override his re emerging guilt with the pleasure that was building and boiling in his cock. Beneath him Taylor’s body seemed to be matching his movements, her hips straining upwards to meet his driving thrusts into her soaking cunt. Small cries and moans ripped from her throat as her father fucked her with little thought for anything other than his own selfish pleasure. The glorious tightness and wet friction his cock was creating against her clit pushed her over the edge and she cried out as her body was wracked with an explosive orgasm.
A large clap of thunder accompanied by howling winds reverberated around the house causing the windows to rattle. From outside came the distant screams of Halloween revelers. For a split second it flashed through Grant’s mind how surreal it all was; the terrible sin he was committing and how evil the night had suddenly become. But the whorls of constricting pressure from his groin were building and budding, growing and growling, overwhelming him completely.
“Arrghh! Oh fuck!” he grunted and with one last deep thrust, that caused Taylor to shriek again, he felt a hot rush of cum boil up and explode along his shaft in a burst of total bliss. Still shuddering from the sheer power of his climax he collapsed over his daughter, his heart thudding rapidly in his chest.
***
As Grant’s mind began to slowly clear he became aware of the small sobbing whimpers coming from beneath him. They fuelled him with shame and horror and he rolled off Taylor. She was lying stretched out on the floor, her heard averted from him and she’d flung one arm over her eyes as if to hide her face from him. A wave of shock and self loathing bubbled up from the pit of Grant’s stomach as he stared at the way his semen was leaking in a sticky stream from his daughter’s dilated pussy.
“Oh my God, what have I done?” he whispered, burying his face in his hands as the horrible realization sunk in. “Taylor honey, oh baby girl I’m so sorry. God, I don’t know what came over me. Jesus!” He reached for his discarded shirt and covered her gently as she trembled beneath his touch.
Tears of shame stung his eyes. He had lost his only child. How could she ever forgive him? He had raped her when he was supposed to protect her. How could she ever trust him again? He rose on shaky legs and walked to the telephone. There was only one thing left that he could do. The last honorable thing. As he picked up the receiver, Taylor spoke. Her voice was soft but crystal clear.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that?” She paused as he turned to look at her in utter confusion. “For two long years I’ve done everything I could to get you to fuck me short of actually begging you.”
Still struggling to comprehend what she was saying, Grant stumbled to the nearest chair and fell into it. He stared at her and shook his head in disbelief. She was just saying those things to make him feel better, playing one of her little games. But as he locked eyes with her, he saw that he was mistaken. The look of glowing love and fulfillment that shone from her deep blue eyes added weight to her words. However shameful it was, Taylor was telling the truth.
The enormity of it all stunned him. Jesus, all her struggles had been her body moving with his, her urgent pleading had been to encourage him and her sobs were not for him to stop; they had been from exhilaration and the sheer bliss of her pleasure. The knowledge that he had not raped his daughter eased a little of his burning shame and guilt, but not completely. What they had done was still wrong, still against the law.
“Why?” he croaked. “Why on earth did you want this?”
Taylor stood up and shook the ribbons out of her hair, letting the honey-blonde tresses cascade over her shoulders. “Daddy it’s simple really,” she said as she walked towards him and sat on the arm of his chair. “I did it because I love you.”
“Yes, but-”
“No buts about it,” she said softly. “I love you daddy, more than anyone else in the world, and I wanted you. My only regret is that it took you so long to see my signals.”
“Christ, I never did and tonight I thought I’d raped you.”
Taylor wrapped her arms around him and bent forward to kiss him gently on the forehead. Their roles were suddenly reversed as she comforted him like a loving parent would a child. “Daddy, I don’t want you to think that way ever again. I never want any other man in my life except you. I’ve tried; believe me, dating those stupid boys, hoping that some might make me feel the way you do. None ever did.” She paused to brush her lips over her father’s. “Nobody excites me like you do. Dad, nobody loves me the way you love me. Surely you understand that?”
“But I’m your father, its wrong,” he whispered.
“Who say’s its wrong?” she said angrily. “Some holier than thou priest on his pulpit? Or some judge in his ivory tower? How the hell can loving someone as much as I love you be wrong? How can someone who makes me so happy be wrong for me? I’ve watched you over the years daddy, seen the sacrifices you’ve made for me, and seen the loneliness you’ve endured. You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t love me more than anyone else in the world.”
“But of course I love you baby,” Grant said smiling at how serious and grown up she was trying to be. “A father always loves his daughter, but not like this…”
“Daddy, stop pretending! You’ve loved me to the exclusion of everyone else and you’ve sacrificed opportunities to be with other women. What does that say? Give up on the head stuff a bit and think with your heart. Admit it, you love me in the same way as I love you, and deep down you know it!”
Her words hit home hard for Grant. Was it true? Could all the years of wanting to be there for her to the exclusion of everyone else, pandering to her whims and not being interested in establishing relationships with other women have been because on some subconscious level he’d wanted his daughter? Wanted her as a man wants a woman? The thought shocked him, but he could not deny that he loved her more than anyone else, perhaps even loved her with more intensity than a father should love his daughter. And, God help him, but the raw desire he’d felt for her earlier was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before in his life.
“I…” His voice faltered as he struggled to keep it steady. “I do love you Taylor, but I still-”
“I know you do daddy,” she said smiling as she slid off the arm of the chair into his lap.
The touch of her soft warm skin sent a thrill through Grant and beneath her bottom his cock twitched. At that moment he realized that his life would never be the same ever again but inexplicably he felt strangely content. Somehow he would work through this and over time the shackles of guilt would fall away. “So where do we go from here?”
Taylor smiled and wriggled on his lap, the cheeks of her ass rubbed against his cock in a clear indication of where she wanted to go from there. She’d never been one to hide her intentions and now he was learning fast how to read them. He laughed and kissed her.
“Stop it you sexy little minx. I’m being serious now.”
“Daddy, I can’t see the problem at all,” she sighed. “Everyone knows you’re my father and that I live at home, so what’s the big deal? We carry on as normal to the outside world as father and daughter, but inside, a few things are going to change.” She gave him a naughty wink. “Ok, now that’s settled will you please fuck me again. Please daddy, pretty please.”
Grant groaned, it was probably not going to be as simple as that, but they’d deal with the problems if and when they arose. Right now his baby girl was making her impossible demands on him again and leaving him little choice in the matter but to give in to them. Their lips met in a scorching passionate kiss and the fire leapt from his groin again. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom.
***
This time there were no demons or raging beasts spurring him on. He was fully in control of his actions as he slowly savored every inch of his daughter’s body. He used his mouth and his fingers skilfully to pleasure her, building her up to two explosive orgasms that left her shuddering and gasping while she moaned breathlessly.
“Oh yeah daddy, that’s it! Fuck my cunt with your tongue, fuck it hard! Yess… oh yes, bite my clit.”
Her crude language plus her propensity for screaming multiple orgasms turned Grant on in a way that no other woman had ever done before. Her voice rang around the room as each climax hit her like a powerful physical blow. Still breathing heavily she climbed astride her father and grasped his achingly hard cock firmly.
“I want to ride you daddy, but don’t come yet please,” she urged as she positioned the tip at the entrance of her slobbering pussy.
“Christ baby, easier said than done,” Grant grunted as she lowered herself onto him and he felt her rigid tightness along his shaft as the deep moist heat engulfed him. He closed his eyes and moaned in delight as she began fucking his cock, riding him with long slow strokes as she clenched her pussy muscles tightly and added a grinding motion to each downward thrust.
“Baby,” he moaned thickly, “I’m not going to last long like this.”
Taylor pulled off him and kissed his mouth passionately before crawling back to his throbbing groin. “I want to suck your cock so badly,” she murmured grasping his wet bulging shaft in her small delicate hands and moving her soft lips towards it. She dragged her tongue up his cock and traced small circles around the big pulsing head while fluttering her tongue over the leaking slit. The salty taste of her father’s essence mixed with her cunt juice drove her wild and she flattened her tongue as she lapped at him hungrily.
“Jesus, girl you’re going to kill me,” Grant growled as she worked him up like a burning furnace of lust.
“You taste so good dad,” she moaned around his cock as she suckled him greedily like a hungry child. She stretched her mouth to take him in as deeply as she could and then she latched onto him sucking in long wet pulls while she caressed his heavy balls.
“Fuck! Taylor baby, I’m going to come,” Grant said warningly. Taylor looked up at him and saw the dreamy look of abandonment in his eyes as he raced towards his climax in her mouth. His hands tightened at the back of her neck and she felt him tense and push his pelvis forward as if trying to get further down her throat. An animal growl rumbled from him as he blasted a hot thick stream of cum into her mouth. She swallowed as much of it as she could and licked up the remnants that had spilled over her lips and dribbled down her chin.
“My God, daddy, you’re so perfect,” she said snuggling up to him as he tried to recover from his volcanic orgasm. He cradled her in his arms and thought for a second how warm and right it felt to be cuddling her naked body to his own. As a few minutes of intimate silence passed he realized that even in the early days of his marriage, he’d never felt so content, so loved, so wanted.
“Feeling better?” Taylor asked with a small smile as she ran her fingers through the soft curls on his chest.
“More than better,” he said softly.
“You’re quite a… a stud daddy,” she said smiling, “How did you go without for so long?”
“Oh I managed,” he said chuckling, “but somehow, tonight, a wanton little witch cast a potent spell on me and now I’m insatiable.”
Grant raised himself up on one elbow to look at her. “Actually, talking of witches, were you honestly planning on going to that party dressed like that?
“I wasn’t planning on going to any party at all,” she said giggling softly. “But it was a great excuse to wear those costumes, show you my ass and get you really worked up. I just hoped to God that it would make you fucking horny and that you’d still know what to do after all those years of celibacy.”
“Hey young lady, watch your mouth!”
“Why?” Taylor asked, grinning. “Whatcha going to do. Spank me?”
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Authors note:
Thank you for reading this story. Since it is a Halloween contest entry, I’d appreciate your votes as well as any feedback which I will always respond to if there is an email address. J