Temptation's Daughter

Inspired by Mr. P

I work for a well known software company as a computer programmer. Usually, my shift is from two in the afternoon until ten at night, but one evening last summer, when the system crashed, we were told to go home early. I drove the few miles to my house in deep contemplation over a problem with a part of the design I was currently working on. I parked the car in the driveway and walked up to my front door. As I was about to open it I heard the loud sounds of whooping and whistling coming from the living room on the other side. At that moment in time, with other things on my mind, I had completely forgotten that my wife was hosting a lingerie party for a bunch of her work colleagues and friends. Temporarily oblivious of this fact, I opened the front door and stepped into the living room. After the initial silence that my entrance caused I was then bombarded with shouts and screams from the women telling me to get the hell out. I hardly heard them because my gaze was fixed on the sexiest body I had ever seen standing in the middle of the room. My jaw must have dropped open as I examined the slim figure wearing a flimsy playsuit that comprised three pieces of small triangular material joined by several thin webs of fine mesh. As I was pushed towards the door by my wife, who also tried to turn my eyes away from the vision before me, it finally dawned upon me that the model making me drool was my very own daughter.

As the cool evening air hit my face I realised that I was sweating. My wife ordered me to go to a bar and not to come back for at least two hours. As I sat down to my fourth beer I still couldn't get the image of my daughter, I'll call her Sam, out of my head. I'd always thought of her as a bit of a tomboy. She has thick brown hair which is cut into a bob and is always wearing T-shirts and baggy jeans, the way kids do today; I've never even seen her in a swimsuit. I felt a little guilty about the thoughts I was having but the more I drank the more I thought about her.

When I got home Sam and my wife had gone to bed. What with the effects of the beer and what I had seen earlier on, I was feeling really horny. I slipped naked into bed next to my wife. She had her back to me and didn't stir as I lifted the hem of her slip over her hips. I let my hands wander over her butt and slowly move to her pussy. As a tentative finger began to explore I realised that she was quite wet. Encouraged by this I slipped my full length into her. She made a few disparaging remarks about being asleep and that I should have some consideration for her, but I just thrust away. Anyway, as far as my mind was concerned, I wasn't fucking her, I was fucking Sam.

Next morning I awoke early, showered, dressed and went downstairs. I was surprised to see that Sam was already up. She was wearing her normal T-shirt and jeans now and stood at the sink with her back to me washing last night's dishes. I was a bit nervous about how she might react so I thought a small joke was in order. 'Hey, Sam, I almost didn't recognise you with your clothes on'

'That's not surprising Daddy', she began, turning her head towards me 'you weren't exactly looking at my face last night, were you?' I was knocked back on my heels by that remark, so I countered with I didn't notice that she had been in a big hurry to cover herself up while I was looking at her. She had a reply for that as well.

'I'm not ashamed of my body. Didn't you think I looked nice in that playsuit Daddy?' I ignored the question and simply asked her if she had bought the item.

'Don't be silly Daddy. Girls don't buy things like that for themselves. Men buy them as gifts. If you want to, you can buy it for me and I'll wear it in the house just for you'. I told Sam that her mother would go crazy if she knew what we were talking about. 'It'll be our secret Daddy, we don't have to tell Mommy anything'. Sam turned back towards the sink and carried on washing the pots and pans. It seemed as though the ball was very firmly in my court. I walked up and stood right behind her, having decided to take a chance. With a tremor in my voice I asked her how much the playsuit was. Calmly, she told me the price. I took my wallet out of the back pocket of my trousers, and held four bills in front of Sam's face.

'My hands are all wet Daddy. Put the money in the pocket of my T-shirt and I'll order it after school.' I was a good head and a half taller than Sam so it was easy to lean over her and place the folded bills in her shirt pocket 'Make sure you put the money well in Daddy' Sam began, 'I don't want it falling out'. I placed my left hand on Sam's back just above her ass whilst my right hand came around front of her to find her pocket. It was exactly over her small right breast. I used the bills to find the opening and began to slide them in. The pocket was quite deep, and as the money went in so did the tips of my fingers. I gingerly felt the firmness of her hard nipple and wondered if I had already gone too far. My doubts were dispelled when, suddenly, Sam's head fell back onto my chest and she began to softly groan. Her eyes closed and her full lips parted so I began to turn and twist my daughter's nipple with enthusiasm. My left hand was now firmly caressing Sam's butt as her head lolled from side to side. All of a sudden we both heard the bedroom door open upstairs. As my wife entered the kitchen Sam and I looked at each other like two kids caught in the candy store. Luckily, any guilt that showed in our expressions was lost on my wife.

For the next two weeks Sam and I hardly spoke. Maybe she was embarrassed or had had second thoughts. However she felt, my lust was still as high as it had been that morning in the kitchen. On a Friday morning before work, I decided to do some repairs on the exhaust pipe of my car. It was jacked up at the front and I lay underneath on one of those flatbed trolleys that mechanics use. About ten o'clock I heard the door open that leads into the garage from the kitchen. I heard the familiar clicking of my wife's shoes as she walked across the stone floor and stood in front of the car. I twisted my head and saw her white stilettos impatiently tapping on the floor.

I was surprised that she was home from work three hours early, so I thought it best to just slide out from under the car and find out what the trouble was. As I pulled myself out, more and more of my wife's legs became visible. When my gaze got to her knees I realised that I hadn't yet seen the bottom of her hemline, which was most unusual for her, especially on a work day. The more I came out the more of her legs I could see. When I saw that they were bare up to mid thigh I began to think my luck was in and that she'd come home for some mid-morning nookie. It was only when I had fully cleared the car that things became crystal. They were my wife's high heels alright, but they were being worn by my daughter, Sam.

As I sat up and my eyes adjusted to the light I realised that she was wearing the playsuit I'd asked her to buy. Slowly, I let my eyes wander over Sam's body. After a minute or so I ordered her to turn around. Lifting one high heeled foot off the floor, Sam pirouetted gracefully around on the other and placed her hands on her hips. Her gorgeous back was bare except for the thin straps that joined the three tiny pieces of white satin covering her breasts and pussy. The high heels accentuated her calf muscles and made her butt stick out like it was begging to be fucked, and from her slim neck down to her ankles, Sam's milky white skin was covered in a thick, glistening layer of baby oil.

'Well, Daddy', Sam began, 'Do you like what you see?' I replied that I liked the look of her very much. I asked her to walk around the garage so that I could see her body in motion. Confidently, Sam began to strut around the car, her legs made to look even longer by the white heels and the fact that her hips were so slim. At last she came to a stop in front of me. 'I know you paid a lot of money to see me wear this outfit Daddy. But I wonder if I could tempt you to pay twice the price to see me take it off?'

I heard myself agree to the deal and gave Sam eight twenties from my wallet. 'You'd better follow me upstairs then. Oh and Daddy, take off your work boots first' she said. Barefooted, I followed Sam up to her bedroom. By the time I arrived she had pulled the curtains shut and turned on the bedside light. It's glow reflected off Sam's oiled body as she turned her back to me and faced a full length mirror, enabling me to see all of her at once. At that point I could hardly believe that I had actually paid my own daughter to strip in front of me like she was a lap dancer in a bar. That thought and the guilt it brought with it soon began to disappear as she slowly slipped the thin strap from her left shoulder.

I watched her reflection in the mirror as she lowered the other strap. At last the two pieces of satin began to fall away, and for the first time I was staring at my daughter's pert, young breasts. Then the flimsy garment was around her boyish hips and she teasingly wiggled as it fell to the floor. Sam was now perfectly naked in her bedroom with me, her father. I took a step towards her. I wanted to have her. Sam told me not to be so fast and I stopped in my tracks. She turned around and walked towards her bed. 'You can take me today and anytime you like from now on Daddy', she began, 'but first there is a price to pay'.

My hand went to my pocket and I pulled out my wallet. My lust was so great that I was prepared to pay any price to fuck my daughter. She told me to put my wallet away as money could not buy her body, I didn't have enough for that. She said her price would be beyond monetary value. When I enquired what it would cost me she asked me a curious question. She wanted to know the name of the guy I worked with that I didn't like too much. This was no great clue as I work with quite a few assholes, so I asked her to be more precise. Sam answered that the guy she was thinking of was big, older than me and black. That could only be one person, my boss Mr Smith.

To say that I didn't like him is a bit of an understatement. Hate with all my heart would be a better description. Since he became my boss, about three years ago, he has taken every opportunity to ridicule me in front of colleagues, associates, friends and family. Last year, at the office Christmas party, I caught him with his hands up my wife's short dress, groping her ass. I was hurt that she didn't seem too upset about it but even more upset when, next day, he began to brag around the office about how nice my wife's ass felt. I would have gladly punched his lights out on many occasions but for the fact that I need the job and that this guy is so big that he would probably kill me.

I wondered how he could possibly be involved with the price I had to pay. The answer came from Sam soon enough when I identified Smith as the man she had been thinking about. 'If you want me Daddy, the price you have to pay is to sit and watch in silence, as the man you hate most in all the world, your boss Mr Smith, fucks the ass off me, Sam, your only daughter' When I heard these words I rocked back on my heels and felt a sickness in the pit of my stomach. This was too high a price and I let Sam know it. Smith would make my life unbearable if he had his way with Sam. It would be no secret around the office and he would taunt me with tales of what he did to her and how she loved it.

Sam picked up the bottle of baby oil and poured some of it onto her breasts. As it dribbled slowly down to her flat belly, she walked up and stood right in front of me. My eyes were locked on her as her hands massaged the oil over her breasts and tummy. I could see the oil ooze between her fingers and her nipples and then she caught a drop just before it got to her bare pussy. Sam rubbed it in to her pussy lips and then brought her finger up to her mouth and licked it dry. 'I know it's a high price to pay Daddy. But all the rare things in life are expensive. This is an opportunity that I'll never make to you again. Agree to pay and you can play with me whenever you like. If you refuse, you'll always be left wondering'

My dick was beginning to stiffen again and Sam could see that I was close to breaking. She said I looked hot and her hands went up to the top buttons of my coverall and began to undo them to make me more comfortable. She stopped at my waist and commented that she'd always loved my hairy chest. Sam began to rub her hands through the mass of tight black hair that covered my torso. Then she undid the final few buttons of the coverall, exposing not only my shorts but the huge rod that lay inside. Sam knelt down so that her head was level with my groin. 'You do seem excited Daddy', she teased, 'let me release your big man from his prison'.

With that Sam slowly lowered my shorts over my dick. When it became free it sprang up to attention. Sam was wearing some red gloss lipstick and when she licked them my dick quivered. It was just two inches away from her inviting little mouth. 'Are you sure I can't tempt you to pay the price Daddy? I would so like you to play with me till Mommy comes back.' My head was reeling in confusion. I was being offered sex on a plate by my daughter but I'd be paying for the rest of my life. I knew that there could only be one decision.

'I'll pay, Sam', I heard myself say, 'Please, put my big man in your mouth' I looked down to see her smiling up at me. Teasingly, Sam opened her mouth wide. At last, she took hold of my prick and pulled it down so that she could slide it between her parted lips. That first feeling as I entered the soft, warm mouth of my daughter will never be forgotten. Her petite right hand held on to the base of my dick as her head moved quickly back and forth along my shaft. Now and then she would look up to me with those dark, smouldering eyes and that would excite me even more. After just two or three minutes of head I could feel my juices beginning to rise. I told Sam to stop as I didn't want to come just yet.

'Don't worry Daddy, we've got plenty of time and I'm sure I can get you hard again. Just relax and let yourself come' Listening to my daughter talk to me like that did it. I asked her to blow me real fast and then, suddenly, I felt myself explode in her mouth. I told her to swallow all of my spunk as it poured out from my knob. Greedily, Sam obeyed, and even the dribbles that escaped the corner of her mouth got mopped up by her tongue. I fell back against the bedroom wall and watched my dick as it convulsed in post orgasm .

'I hope you liked that as much as I did Daddy' she said. 'When you're ready, why don't you come and oil me up all over.' Sam got up from her kneeling position and lay face down on her bed. It took me a minute or so to recover and then I walked over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of baby oil. I sat on the side of the bed with my daughter's naked body stretched out in front of me. I poured a good helping of oil onto Sam's back.

Slowly, I began to rub it into her soft skin. My hands travelled from her beautiful square shoulders down her spine to her ass. They were soft yet firm to the touch, with the texture of velvet. I loved the way the oil made things slippery and I could feel myself becoming aroused again. As I kneaded at Sam's butt cheeks I could hear her begin to softly groan. I let my forefinger trace a path to her ass hole and let it gently play around the edge before moving it in. As the tip of my finger disappeared Sam let out a loud moan and asked me to go in further. I pushed my finger all the way up Sam's ass and began to move it back and forth. Her breathing had become heavy and I could see she was gripping the sheets with white knuckles.

All at once her body convulsed in orgasm and then she turned her face to me and begged me to fuck her. I turned Sam onto her back and sat in between her parted legs. I lifted her legs back and her high heels dug into the mattress as I lowered my face to her tender young pussy. My tongue flicked out and touched her swollen clit. Sam jumped and groaned and put her hands on the back of my head to force my mouth in closer. I gently bit and chewed on her pussy lips and let my tongue slide in as far as it would go. I could feel Sam wriggling her hips under me and I knew that if I could keep licking at this speed for just another minute she would come again. My tongue and mouth were aching but I managed to do it long enough for Sam's body to shudder for a second time. My dick was throbbing for my daughter's snatch so I bent her legs back over her head and positioned my knob at her pussy. Gripping it with my right hand I moved it up and down her swollen lobes.

After a couple of minutes of this Sam pleaded with me to put it in her. Slowly, I forced it further in. My God she was tight. I'd forgotten just how tight a pussy can be as I let it go right in up to the hilt. Sam let out a scream as she took in my full length but she soon got used to it. I could feel her young muscles gripping my prick like a vice as I slid my tool back and forth. On each movement I would almost come out of her before ramming it back in as far as it would go. I took hold of the heels of her white stilettos and pumped away at my daughter furiously. I moved my hips from side to side to give us both greater sensations.

Sam was moaning and groaning loudly and her rhythm was getting faster. I could feel my balls start to tighten up and I hoped I could hold on so that we both came together. At last I heard her say 'Yes Daddy, yes Daddy, yes Daddy' and I knew she was close. She arched her back as if to get me in deeper and at last with a loud 'oooooohh' she came again. I was so turned on now that I couldn't hold back any longer. I let go of her shoes and Sam's legs fell to the bed. I lay flat on top of her and sought her mouth with mine. She opened it for me and my tongue went in and matched the speed of my dick in her pussy. She opened her mouth wider as my lips smothered hers and I could feel my saliva mingle with hers.

I was right in her now with our oily hips grinding and slapping together. Then, at last, it happened. I felt my balls empty into Sam for the second time. Every vein in my body stood out as I let my muck seep into her womb. Our lips parted and we both lay panting on her bed. After five minutes or so Sam recovered and stood up naked except for those white high heels of her Mom's.

'Well, Daddy that was awesome' she began, ' but now you've got to pay the check. Leave the arrangements to me and I'll let you know when it's time' I got up from my daughter's bed, picked up my clothes and went into the bathroom. As I looked at myself in the mirror and the realisation of what I had just done sank in, I wondered whether being allowed to fuck Sam whenever I wanted would be worth the price I was about to pay.