Summer of Love, Ch 3 (M/f Incest)

ADULTS ONLY - Do not read if you are less than 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit material.

It was Daddy's birthday and I wanted to give him a special
birthday present.  I reserved a beachfront suite at the Parker
hotel, spent more of Daddy's money shopping for a special evening
dress and lingerie, and left him a note telling him to meet at
the hotel bar at 7 PM.  The note was sealed with a lipstick kiss
and the scent of his favorite perfume.

I had checked into the hotel early to prepare for the evening.  I
showered, shaved and dressed for dinner, carefully putting on my
makeup.  I looked in the mirror and surprised even myself.  I had
chosen an impossibly short, backless black dress held up by the
barest spaghetti straps.  I decided to go braless so that Daddy
(and anyone else looking) could get an eyeful during dinner.  I
chose a skimpy black thong and a pair of black, open-toed 4"
sandals.  I wore a little more makeup than usual, trying to get
the sultry eyes I'd read how to get in Cosmo, and the red lips
that drive men to distraction.  I also made sure to match my
fingers and toes to the lipstick.  I also put my hair up,
accenting my next and shoulders.  I was more than pleased with
myself.  I'd been told I was "cute" or "pretty" before, but
tonight I looked hot.  Fuckably hot.  I only wondered what
Daddy's eyes would see.

I headed down to the bar a little early to relax.  If I had any
doubts about my appearance, they were laid to rest by the looks I
received from several men at the bar.  Even the bartender - a
very handsome gentlemen in his 30s who I might have pursued but
for Daddy - eyed me appreciatively.  As I approached the bar, the
bartender whose name was Greg - asked if he could get me
something.  I asked for a glass of Chardonay.  Looking at me with
a whistful smile, he returned with my glass and refused my money.
 He leaned in and whispered, "This drink's on the house
beautiful, but next time wait until you're 21 so I don't lose my
job."  I blushed at his sweet smile and thanked him, giving his
hand a gentle squeeze as he set down my wine.  He shook his head
playfully and went back to serving other customers.

I took my glass of wine and sat at the bar.  I crossed my legs
and sipped my wine, enjoying the attention my smooth, tanned bare
18-year old legs were receiving in the bar.  It wasn't long
before a 40-ish businessman in a loosened tie and the scent of
several vodka martinis approached me and offered to buy me a
drink.  I declined, showing him my nearly full glass.

"Well, then," he asked, "what would it take to get you into my
bed tonight?"  Although I hadn't expected such a blunt come-on, I
managed to retort "I'm sorry, but I don't think you could afford
it."  I giggled slightly as I sipped my wine.  "Try me,
bitch...."

Before he finished Greg came over and asked the man to back off
and have a seat elsewhere, offering him a martini on the house. 
He begrudgingly accepted and went to the end of the bar.

"So why are you here, gorgeous?" Greg asked.

"I'm meeting someone for dinner, actually."

"Whoever he his, he's quite the lucky young man.  Perhaps if he
stands you up, I could substitute?" he joked.

"Perhaps!" I smiled back.  Perhaps, if it weren't for
Daddy....Just then I felt a hand on the small of my bare back and
saw my father standing beside me looking as handsome as ever in
his navy Armani suit.

"Hi Daddy!"  I stood up, through my arms around his neck and
kissed him with all my soul, holding him tightly.  After breaking
our kiss, my father held my hands and stepped back, looking me up
head-to-toe.  I spun lightly under his inspection.  "You look
ravishing, Ali!"

I blushed, "Thanks Daddy!"

"So what's all this about?" he asked.

"'This' is called taking you out for your birthday, you silly old
man! Our table should be ready."

"Then let me go to the men's room and then we'll go to our table,
ok Princess?"  With that he kissed he softly and walked away.  I
sat back down on my stool and finished my wine while Greg gave me
a smile and an approving nod as he toweled off some glasses.

Daddy came back a few moments later and we were seated for
dinner.  My father ordered for both of us as I sat in a cloud of
admiration, contentment and lust.  He was a beautiful man with
whom I had been hopelessly in love since I was 8 and I wanted to
give myself fully to him tonight.

As dinner progressed, our conversation moved from the mundane to
the stimulating to the arousing, occasionally interrupted by a
waiter or busboy lingering at the table, often trying to get a
good look at my nearly exposed breasts.  I could tell my father
appreciated their efforts as much as I did by the amused look on
his face.  By dessert, we were feeding each other strawberries
and cream.  It was an erotic show that drew attention from
several diners.

After paying the check (Daddy wouldn't dream of letting me pay!),
I took his hand and told him that I had a suite for us upstairs
and that we were going to make love until dawn.  He looked at me,
smiled, and took me in his arms in the lobby, kissing me sweetly
and lovingly as he caressed my face.   "Take me upstairs and make
me your whore" I whispered as I looked into Daddy's big brown
eyes.

He whisked me away to the first open elevator, but an elderly
couple joined us before the doors closed.  We stood in the back
of the elevator politely holding hands, prompting the matronly
woman to ask my father, "is she your daughter?  She's lovely!"  I
looked at Daddy who smiled and responded, "No, she's my wife and
we're on our honeymoon!"  My father squeezed my hand, as if to
emphasize the joke.  The woman's smile turned to a disapproving
scowl while her husband looked at me appraisingly, smiled and
gave Daddy a nod.

They exited at the next floor and our suppressed laughter escaped
just as the doors closed.  I closed in on my father, my fingers
smoothing his tie, and asked "so are you going to take your wife
to bed, honey?"  His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me to him,
and said "are you my virgin bride, Princess?" he asked before
kissing my neck.  "I'll be anything you want" I moaned as the
elevator door opened.

Taking Daddy by the hand, I led him to Suite 908.  I handed him
the key and he opened the door, holding it for me.  "Aren't you
going to carry your new bride over the threshold?" I mocking
asked.  With that he picked me up, cradling me in my arms with my
arms around his neck, and carried me into the room.   Kicking the
door closed with his foot, he carried me to the bed and gently
laid me down.

He began to loosen his tie before I stopped him.  "No Daddy, this
is your night and I want the pleasure of undressing you." 
Standing up I loosed my father's tie, slipping it off his neck
and tossing it to the bed.  "We may need this later," I smiled. 
He looked down at me with one eyebrow raised.  I then slipped his
jacket off and carefully placed on the valet, with daddy's hand
caressing my ass.  Turning back to him I unbuttoned his shirt one
button at a time, kissing his chest with each inch of exposed
skin.  I pulled his shirt out of pants, and after undoing the
last few buttons, removed his shirt.

I then sat on the bed and pulled him to me by his belt.  Kissing
his belly, I unbuckled him, slid his pants down, and exposed his
black briefs tented by his obvious erection.  I cupped his balls
through the briefs and began stroking him slowly as my lips
kissed his cotton covered cockhead, my eyes looking into his.

My fingers reached the band of briefs ready to pull them down
when Daddy stopped me.  "Be Daddy's good little slut and strip
for me, babygirl.  His words were charged with a fresh
electricity that made my pussy quiver.  "Yes Daddy," was all I
could say.

Daddy removed his pants, socks and shoes and lay on the bed in
just his briefs.  I stood and readied to remove my top when he
again stopped me.  "No, Ali - I mean strip to music.  Dance for
me, remove everything except those slutty little shoes, and then
get your sexy ass over here on the bed where you belong."  His
words made my pussy tingle more as I put on the music and began a
little "booty dance" for Daddy.  As my hips moved to the music,
he eyed me appreciatively as he gently rubbed his cock through
his briefs.  At fist I undid my hair, letting my long blonde hair
fall to my shoulders.  Then I unzipped my dress, teasingly
playing with my shoulder, before slowly working the hem of the
dress up my thighs, exposing my little black thong.  I danced
like this for a bit, working the dress up to just above my
breasts, my hands covering them and squeezing them.  Then I
worked the dress over my head and tossed it aside, dancing in
just my thong and heels.

Daddy lowered his briefs and exposed his full hard cock. 
Grasping it firmly, he began stroking it as he watched me. 
Inspired, my dancing became sexier and I spent a great deal of
time playing with my breasts and teasing Daddy with my thong -
playing with the straps, slipping my hand into the front to touch
my pussy and then licking my finger clean - until eventually
removing it and tossing it at Daddy's face.  He picked it up,
sniffed and moaned, then tossed it aside while motioning me to
the bed.  "Come here and suck Daddy's cock, Princess."

Slipping onto the bed, I straddled his legs and slid his briefs
all the way off.  Kneeling on the bed between Daddy's legs, I
gently stroked his cock before leaning over and taking him into
my mouth.  Looking into his eyes, I slipped my red lips around
the head and slid down the shaft before pulling back up.  I held
him firmly while swirling my tongue around the head, before
kissing and tonguing my way down to his big, lovely balls.  I
took each one into my mouth, before licking his ass.  "Oh yes,
you nasty little slut - I love that!"  I circled his ass with my
tongue a few more times while stroking his cock with my hand
before moving my lips back to the head.  Looking into his eyes, I
took him back into my mouth and began sucking him in earnest.  He
pulled my hair up so he could watch as I sucked him.  Then he put
his hand on the back of my head and said, "You want to be daddy's
whore?  Then let Daddy fuck your dirty little whore mouth while
you finger your pussy."  With that he began to pump my mouth
while my fingers began playing with my clit.  I was so wet and
aroused I knew I wouldn't last long.  "That's it babygirl, suck
your Daddy's cock.  Be Daddy's nasty little slut."  His words set
me off and I came hard, my moans barely muffled by the hard cock
in my mouth.

He then pulled my mouth off his cock, and told me to get on my
hands and knees.  "I'm going to fuck you hard, you sexy little
bitch."  Kneeling behind me he slipped into my pussy while
grasping my hips.  He began pumping me, continuing with his dirty
talk.

"That's it, Princess.  I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy
good and hard.  I saw you flirting with the men in the bar,
letting them look at your hot little body.  You liked all the
attention, didn't you?"  "Yes, Daddy," I responded.

As he continued talking and fucking, my hand went back to my clit
and rubbed furiously.  "I knew it, babygirl.  You liked being the
sexy little bar slut, letting the men think your pretty little
pussy was for sale, didn't you?"  "Mmm hmm."  His pumping became
faster and faster and I came closer and closer to orgasm.  "I bet
that bartender would have loved fucking your tight little pussy.
I saw him looking at you all dressed up like a little whore. 
Seeing those men want you made me so horny.  I could tell they
all wanted your lips around their cocks, to fuck your tight young
pussy.  But you're my slut, my sexy whore.  God you look so
fucking hot tonight!"  And with those words, Daddy and I came
simultaneously in powerful, soul draining orgasms.

His movements slowed as he his cum drained from his balls,
filling me deep inside, and the waves of my orgasm subsided. 
Gently, we collapsed together onto the bed clutching each other,
spooning with his arms wrapped around me tightly, our legs
entwined.

"Did you like playing my whore, Ali?"  I blushed "Yes. The dirty
talk really turned me on."  "I love you so much, Ali" he said as
he kissed my neck.  "Me too Daddy.  Happy Birthday."   I turned
around to face him, kissed his lips, and snuggled into Daddy's
chest.  We lay there for awhile, enjoying each other's closeness,
until I got up to go to the bathroom.

"When you're done peeing, take off those shoes, get comfortable
and come back to bed.  It's still my birthday for a few more
hours."   "Yes Daddy!" I said in my best good girl voice.

The night was young and I hadn't even given him my surprise yet,
so I picked up the bottle of Maximus lubricant I had brought with
me and put it on the nightstand as I got back into bed.  "What's
that for?" Daddy asked.  "You'll see, old man!" I giggled as I
slipped back into bed.