My Baby Girl and our French Vacation - Part 2
By WintermuteX
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Previous stories:
My Baby Girl and Her First Time
My Baby Girl and Our First Date
My Baby Girl and the Modelling Gig
My Baby Girl and the Pajama Party
My Baby Girl and the Swim Class
My Baby Girl and the Halloween Party
My Baby Girl Claims Victory
My Baby Girl and the Field Trip
Tags:
Mgg, inc, pedo, rom, cons, oral, anal
Content:
Pedophilia, Incest, Romance, Blowjob, Anal
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"Ooooof." I heaved the last suitcase up onto the pile of luggage on the
baggage cart. "Did we really need all these suitcases?"
Shae looked at the pile of suitcases, then at me, then back at the pile
of suitcases. She made a show of scrutinizing each of them one by one,
as if giving it a lot of thought.
"Yes."
I groaned. Was that 8 suitcases we had? No, 9. I had picked up an extra
to hold the gifts we had bought during our trip. The baggage boy was
grinning like a fiend, holding the bar of the cart, anticipating the tip
he would receive for such a massive haul.
Orléans had been delightful. The bed and breakfast we stayed at had
been just outside the city, on the verge of the countryside, and we
spent our 2 days alternating back and forth between them. I had got Shae
an expensive camera - she always wanted one - and we had taken turns
using it. The picture of my baby girl bending down to pick a handful of
wildflowers in a field outside a vineyard, breeze rustling her summer
dress and country hat, was the new background for my phone. I planned to
frame it when we got home.
Shae seemed excited, even bubbly, as we validated our tickets and sat
down to chat on a bench at the train platform. She had picked a pink
dress for today with straps and elaborate stitching around the chest,
with a flower of pink cloth fixed just above her hip. Delicate layers of
ruffled satin cascaded down to her knees, and a layer of delicate white
petticoats peeped out from just under the edge of the bulky skirts. Her
long golden hair was pulled back into two girlish pigtails that hung to
to the middle of her back. She looked like a princess. A hyper princess,
firing off questions about Paris faster than I could answer them.
She had been ecstatic three months ago when Nicholas, the head of her
agency, had called us into his office and said that they had a slot
available for the girl's modelling show during Paris Fashion Week. It
was smaller, of course, following after the main events that showcased
women's fashion trends, but it was still a major opportunity for her. A
slew of designers would be exhibiting their own clothing lines for girls
under 16. Select Petites was steady work, but its risqué nature meant
it catered to a smaller number of more discreet clientele.
We didn't have to wait for the train long. The silver engine breezed
past us, a bullet on a sleepy gray morning. Shae's pink skirts swished
and settled as the train came to a stop in front of us. We boarded and
quickly found our seats.
I had sprung for the best. Well, second-best, once I saw the cabin
prices. Our accommodations consisted of a relatively roomy area bordered
on the side and back by an L-shaped couch that extended up to the
window. It looked comfortable. Everything was polished walnut, gleaming
darkly from the window light, and the high backs divided our space from
the aisle and from the other identical areas in the car. A large,
flat-panel television was embedded in the flat wall in front of the
couch, and an expensive-looking table bearing a stylish lamp occupied
the far corner.
Shae plopped herself down next to the window on the auburn couch,
bouncing slightly. "How long is it again?"
"Only a couple of hours," I said, placing our carry-on bags on the table
and dropping onto the cushion beside her. "We're almost there."
"Good," she said, smoothing her skirts.I stretched my legs out and
sighed. Ahh, this was perfect. Plenty of legroom. We were in for a
comfortable trip. I dropped an arm over my little girl's shoulders and
gave her a brief hug.
"You excited?"
She nodded against my shoulder and snuggled up against me, using her
Daddy like a pillow as she always did. Staticy French burst suddenly
from the PA, announcing our transit time, then repeating in English. Our
heads nodded as the seat gave a sudden lurch, and the pastoral scene
outside began to slide slowly past.
I stretched again, chasing the aches from my legs, and gave a sigh of
relief. A horseback ride in the country had seemed like such a great
idea. Just me and my baby girl, on our rented horse, following the
half-dozen other riders on a lazy trot along a wooded trail. Shae had
been thrilled, and before long her plump little bottom rubbing against
my crotch as we bounced along was giving me a thrill too. A painful one.
I had to smile and bear it, since Shae was too small to be put on a
horse alone for her first ride. She thought it was hilarious. Enduring
my little girl's teasing just made it worse for my cock, but by the time
we finished the ride we were both equally sore.
So we had gone to bed early, spooning together and forgoing our usual
goodnight fuck - which was probably why Shae's hands were nervously
gripping her dress as we watched the countryside scroll past, creasing
the pink satin and smoothing it out again repeatedly. She was an open
book sometimes. Shae could barely stand to go more than 24 hours without
her Daddy's stiff rod crammed into at least one of her holes. It made
her antsy.
I stroked her bare shoulder with my hand, letting my fingers dip lower
each minute until I was running them along the inside edge of the back
of her dress. Payback for yesterday. I'd let her stew for a little bit
while her pussy itched.
Farmhouses flowed past outside the window, and cows and fields edged
with barns and granaries, all set before the backdrop of rolling green
hills. The warm, rustic views of the French countryside passed us slowly
by as we relaxed.
"Maybe there's something on TV," Shae muttered, leaning forward suddenly
and pulling the remote control out of its holder. I suppressed my grin.
She was just looking for a distraction. The TV flicked on and Shae
pushed the channel button impatiently, flicking through a mixture of
commercials and old movies, all in French, and settling on what looked
like an utterly ridiculous soap opera.
"Est-il allé? Sommes-nous seuls, ma colombe?" The gorgeous woman
lounged on a soft-looking bed, wearing a tight blouse whose single
fastened button looked about to burst from the pressure of her tits.
The young, sandy-haired Casanova pushed the door closed and locked it
behind him, then turned around wearing a lurid smile.
"Il est fait, mi amour. Votre mari va mourir ce soir."
The woman sagged with relief, a paragon of over-acting. "Maintenant,
nous pouvons être ensemble!"
"I can't tell what they're saying," Shae scoffed, " but even *I* know
it's incredibly corny."
"They're exchanging cake recipes," I said, then grunted when Shae
elbowed me in the stomach.
"Ok ok, he's offed the woman's husband somehow. But I'm not sure if he
stopped to oil his chest muscles before or AFTER he did that."
The handsome youth crawled onto the bed, oiled muscles gleaming in the
light, and the lovers embraced and kissed passionately. Shae's skirts
twitched. I knew that tic, that subtle jerk of her left thigh when my
baby girl was desperately horny. As reliable as a clock. A light touch
from the young man, and the woman's blouse burst open, revealing a pair
of stunning breasts. The camera panned to show their shadows as they
fell back onto the bed, then went to commercial.
Muttering, Shae slapped the power button violently, then flopped back
against my shoulder and arched her neck to look up at me with pleading
eyes.
"Daddy..." Her hand crept slowly down the front of my jeans and rubbed
inquisitively. "Can we?"
I poked my head up and peered over the dividers at the other sections.
Just an older couple near the front, dozing together while watching a
show in German, and a young man with headphones, alone and reading a
book. The car was nearly empty, but it was much too open. I didn't like
it.
"Jeez, honey, I don't think so," I murmured. The young man got up and
walked down the aisle past our section, hunting for the bathroom. "Not
here."
Shae squirmed her shoulders in frustration and thumped her head against
my chest again. "Oh come on...there's no way I can make it two hours and
then all the way to the hotel Daddy. That's like forever."
"Hmmm..." I opened one of the built-in drawers and pawed inside, looking
for an idea - and found it.
"Here." I held the blanket out and flapped it to unfold it. It was soft
and thick, like a large quilt. "Lie down like you're going to sleep.
Close your eyes too." I pulled a pillow out too. Might as well hide the
raging erection I was already nursing. I plopped the pillow in my lap
and let Shae rest her head on it, then draped the blanket over us. It
was big enough that it bunched up around my shoulder and covered all of
my little girl's body before spilling off the couch to the floor.
Perfect. To anybody walking by, we'd look like a perfectly innocent
father and daughter, dozing together comfortably on the train.
Grinning up at me, Shae closed her eyes and pretended to sleep as my
hand snaked down her side under the blanket, brushing the satin dress,
and crept under the edge of her skirt. Shivers rippled under my fingers
as they stroked the smooth flesh of her thigh. After a few hungry
squeezes, I searched upwards, rising up and brushing the moist cleft
between her legs.
"You know," I muttered with mock grumpiness, "I think you have an entire
suitcase full of panties."
"They're just for show." Her face split into an impish smile, while
keeping her eyes tightly closed.
Rustling came from under the blanket as I pushed her skirt up, moving
the fabric out of the way. The pressing feeling of my daughter's head on
my lap wasn't helping the bruised feeling in my growing cock. It didn't
seem fair sometimes, being a father and always having to deal with the
pain of your cock twisting itself into a pretzel in your underwear every
time your daughter brushed up against you or gave you a quick feel of
her chest or pussy. Maybe Shae was right; no underwear was the way to
go.
She spasmed and pressed against my leg, sucking in a sudden breath at
her Daddy's practiced touch on her pussy. Tiny swelling lips slipped
around my fingertip, gripping it hungrily as I slid down her channel to
the quivering hole at the bottom, practically heaving with moisture. My
daughter was a sex fiend, demanding the constant attention of her
Daddy's cock night and day. I could barely keep up sometimes, and she
had had me all to herself on this vacation. A sudden flick of my thumb
and her back arched again, her whimper dwindling to a low groan of
pleasure as I put pressure on her clit and rubbed greasy circles around
her dripping hole.
Fingers circled my wrist under the blankets, pulling it, urging me on.
She kept her eyes closed, but her smile had been replaced with a small
o, cheeks puffing and nostrils flaring slightly. All I could see of my
daughter was her head resting on the pillow, but the muted expression of
growing bliss and the eager vibration of her little body against my arm
were stoking my own insides to a slow boil. The hungry tip of my cock
nuzzled the underside of my daughter's neck, rubbing with the slow
rhythm of the train.
I circled one last time and plunged a finger into the slippery little
tunnel, earning a slight jerk of her hips. Warm friction squeezed my
finger, caressing it lovingly, welcoming me in. Another tickle of her
clit, and I added a second finger, stuffing it into the tight channel
beside the first. Her hand tightened into an iron shackle, holding her
Daddy's fingers inside, as faint spasms circled my flexing digits.
"Da...Daddy..." Her eyes were slits. I rubbed her hair gently and
pretended to look out the window. Just an innocent father and his young
daughter. The tightening tract of the inside of my daughter's cunt was a
familiar map. My fingers hunted upwards, stroking gently until they
found her favorite spot.
"Hnnnnnk!" Her head snapped to the side, gasping, tongue flexing against
her bottom lip. The sudden clamp of her pussy couldn't ward me off. I
rubbed slow, gentle circles, orbiting the growing heat building inside
her and enjoying the slight buck of her hips each time I crossed over
it, building the thrum of her engine into a pounding roar speeding her
towards orgasm. Her hair fell in her face as she turned her head. I
pushed it clear, watching her expression. Shae was beautiful,
enthusiastic, an utterly selfless lover both inside the bedroom and out.
It was never routine, with her, no matter how many times I rubbed the
head of my prick around the rim of her open mouth and then pushed inside
to leave a salty deposit in her throat, or rubbed her behind with lube
and tapped the back gate until I felt her sphincter quiver and part, or
just pulled off all her clothes and smelled and tasted all the juicy
parts of her before pushing her down and sliding my aching cock into her
cute little pussy. Every delightful hole on my daughter always sucked me
in excitedly like it had been made to accept her Daddy alone. The
burgeoning tempo of my little girl's intimate excitement flowed through
her cunt to my fingers, a primal connection transmitting the buzz of her
approaching climax.
I was surprised when she pushed against my wrist, pulling me out, but
she just wanted a better angle. She flipped onto her side under the
blanket, yanking her skirt up to her waist and bending her legs, giving
me better access. The lips of her crotch pulsed around my slippery
fingers as I entered again. Trickles of fluid ran down my palm, and I
caught one with my thumb and greased a path over the short jump to her
anus, lubricating a moist ring and then poking the twitching hole at the
center suggestively.
Her thighs clamped tight and the gripping storm inside my little girl
finally burst into a cyclone of sparking convulsions around my rubbing
fingers. Brows twitching, eyes fluttering, she tried to keep quiet on my
lap, but a moan escaped through the corner of her lips. I kept my hand
on her head, steadying her, the fingers of the other locked tight
against her shaking pelvis. A father should always keep his daughter
safe and happy in his arms, I thought, looking down with adoration at
her twitching expression as the orgasm roared through her body.
The young man walked by again, returned to his seat, barely sparing a
glance at the drowsy tourist and his daughter. I could feel the pulsing
waves receding in my daughter's body, the tide of pleasure finally
ebbing until she lay completely still, blanket shifting slightly with
her heavy breathing. Another lock of hair had fallen into her eyes when
she turned, but a loving stroke of my finger on her forehead cleared it
from her flushed face.
"Hmmmmmmm," Shae's grin was back. She stirred and rubbed my thigh
affectionately under the blanket. "That was a nice nap Daddy. I had a
dream about you."
"I'll bet you did, honey." I resumed petting her hair as she drowsed
under the blanket. Up the aisle, the far door of the car opened, and a
woman attendant, in uniform, walked down the car, briefly assessing us
with the other passengers as if counting in her head. She nodded to
herself then disappeared through the back door to the next car.
Shae turned and sat up on the seat, messing with her skirt then
stretching her arms over her head with a yawn. The crisp rays of the
morning sun flooding through the window outlined her in gold, but she
almost seemed to glow with her own inner light: that healthy, gratified
gleam of a little girl who has just been thoroughly satisfied by a man
inside her. She let the blanket fall back down to the floor.
"Thanks Daddy." She gave me a peck on the cheek. "I can probably last
long enough to get to the hotel now. Maybe."
It was my turn to roll my eyes for once. Shae laughed and slapped my
shoulder, but then noticed the bulging erection tenting my pants,
holding the pillow up at a lopsided angle.
"Oh, er, sorry Daddy. I thought you would still be kind of hurting from
the horses yesterday. You said you were sore."
"I AM sore. But you know the effect you have on me, baby girl."
She giggled. "Yeah. Well...want me to take care of it for you? I could
get under the blanket."
Oh sure. Just a man with a girl-shaped blanket kneeling in front of him,
bobbing up and down on his crotch. Yeah, that would work great. Shae
laughed at my expression.
"Ok, sorry." She patted my arm and rested her head on my shoulder again.
"I'll make it up to you when we get to the hotel."
"Sure," I muttered, but now I wasn't sure if *I* was going to make it to
the hotel. The sweet smell of my little girl was a drug, the innocent,
flowery smell of her new dress mixing with the heavy scent of her sex,
bare, just waiting for me under the skirt, still dripping probably,
sated for now but still yearning for the main course of her Daddy's
thick cock slamming inside.
"That was such a nice trip yesterday." Shae was rubbing my arm idly as
she gazed out the window at the passing landscape. "I loved the horses.
They're so pretty. We should do it again sometime Daddy, but we should
go alone."
I rumbled an approval. I knew why she wanted to go alone. It was a good
idea.
"Actually for the first hour I was wondering if you were going to cum on
my butt. I didn't know horses were so BOUNCY."
"There's a lot of motion," I agreed.
"Yeah, like a ton. I didn't know we'd be on a horse together."
I looked down and thought I saw the subtle sparkle in her eyes of a
clever idea taking shape.
"It was nice though, feeling you against me. I loved it when you let me
use the reins."
"You did great. We could take some classes together, if you want. Get
even better."
"That would be nice..." She trailed off for a moment.
"I kept pushing my butt against you, but I felt kind of sorry near the
end," she confessed. "When you told me it was hurting."
She suddenly stood up and plopped herself right on my lap, skirt and
all.
"It's just that I REALLY like it, when I can feel that you're hard." She
wiggled her hips, exploring the tent of my crotch with her bottom.
"Because I'm thinking about you, and I KNOW you're thinking about me."
Was it actually possible for a man's penis to explode like a rocket and
burst through his pants? I was about to find out, if my daughter kept
wiggling like that. I put my hands on her hips and tried to steady her.
"The whole day, Daddy." She had turned her head to whisper at me. "Going
up and down with your cock poking me. I thought about it the entire day.
That's why I kept rubbing you so hard." Her voice turned breathless,
hips pushing back and forth in dry thrusts on my lap. "If we go out on
horses again I don't want to wait the entire day. It felt so good."
Her skirt rustled as she began to bounce lightly, bare bottom slapping
my lap underneath in a familiar cadence. "Come on Daddy," she whispered.
"Be my horsey."
Fuck. I looked around the car. Nothing had changed. Fuck it all. I had
to have my baby girl, had to get my dick out and fit it into her tight
little hole right here. I'd lose my mind otherwise. Slouching down in
the seat slightly, I fumbled under the fabric of the skirt, finding my
belt buckle and pulling my pants open so my starving prick could slap up
against my little girl's bare bottom. Why not? Shae was such a small
girl that she didn't look out of place on my lap, and with the way she
looked today, people would probably think she was only 9 or 10. The
perfect age to be riding on Daddy's lap, with a fat cock buried snugly
in her pussy. It had worked for us before.
If ramming your fingers into your sexy daughter's cunt is heaven, the
feeling of her pussy lips sliding open around your cock and welcoming
you with moist suction is a paradise indescribable. Shae rose up a few
inches, and my meat found her tunnel like a magnet and slipped inside
with a whisper. Rocking my head back against the cushioned seat, I
savored the exquisite sensation of my baby girl's insides again,
gripping enthusiastically at the invading girth.
With a few subtle jerks of my pelvis, I worked her into a gentle
bouncing rhythm, then ran my hands up the sides of her dress from her
hips to the flat buds of her chest and squeezed them through the dress
with desperate ardor. She was my only love, my little girl. I'd push my
cock into her anytime she wanted, let her feel the rigid proof of her
Daddy's complete devotion every time I saw the request in her eyes. Shae
leaned forward slightly, giving me more room to stroke, a better angle
to push the head of my prick even deeper into her hole. Was it passion
on her face? Hunger? Trembling pleasure? I had to know. I reached for
her chin and coaxed her head back so we could look at each other as we
shared our connection. Glazed eyes, mouth slightly open, throat flushed
red from the heavy rush of blood that her Daddy's pounding cock was
exciting in her veins. God I loved her.
I let her chin go and pushed her farther forward again, driven by crazed
desire. Grabbing each of her pigtails by the root with a fist, I yanked
her head back and used the leverage to pound a mounting tempo of solid
thrusts into her bubbling pussy. Maybe the old people were deaf. Maybe
the kid with the headphones would keep them on, wouldn't hear the
whimpering moans of the little girl getting fucked in the corner of the
train car. I used one hand to push her skirt up to her waist. The twin
globes of my daughter's buttcheeks bounced like jelly as I slapped my
pelvis against her rear end with each desperate stroke into her sucking
tunnel.
I saw the array of reflected sunlight slide across the ceiling of the
car at the same time I heard a faint "K-shunk" from far behind me.
Lightning-fast, I pulled my daughter's skirt down with one hand, and
yanked her back by the neck with the other so she was sitting upright.
Just a sweaty tourist with his innocent young daughter sitting on his
lap, both of them breathing heavily for no particular reason. I looked
back. Oh shit. The attendant had returned pushing a cart of food and
drinks. Shae straightened her dress and smoothed her skirt nonchalantly.
"Look honey, cows!" I pointed out the window at a herd of fictional
bovines and pretended that we were sitting by the window so we could
both watch the sights. The woman stopped her cart in the aisle next to
our space.
"I think that's a strawberry field. And I think that's a windmill! You
see it?" My voice almost cracked from the rippling motions of my
daughter's cunt circling around my prick inside her.
"Bonjour!" The woman bubbled cheerfully at us. "Food or drink, Monsieur?
We have fruit and sandwiches, choice of turkey or ham." She waved her
hand over the lines of neatly-wrapped food on the cart. "Juices, bière.
Wines too, if you prefer."
"Oh, ah, nothing for me. Thank you." I tried not to shiver as my
engorged cock thrummed happily in the tight confines of my baby girl's
pussy under the skirt.
"For you, Mademoiselle?" the woman asked.
"No thank you ma'am." Shae sat primly on my lap, giving no clue that her
Daddy's bulging cock was stuffed inside her.
The woman pulled a water bottle from the bottom level of her cart.
"Here, take some water sweetie. Gratis. You look flushed."
The gripping walls of her pussy twisted and squeezed my prick as Shae
reached out to take the bottle.
"Thanks. I do feel kind of...funny. It must be the motion. "
"Ah, the train, it does this sometimes. You will feel better." Her
cheerful smile lingered on us for a moment, as if we reminded her of
something.
"Au revoir!" She waved finally and pushed her cart up the aisle. I held
my little girl steady at the hips while the attendant checked with the
other passengers. They shook their heads, and she left with her cart
through the front door of the car.
My relieved sigh washed over the back of Shae's neck. "That was close."
"Don't worry Daddy." Shae dropped the water into a holder that was out
of sight by the window, then arched her back against my stomach
encouragingly.
I ducked my hands under her skirt again to massage her butt. "Well baby
girl, let's get your little ass in motion."
She giggled and leaned forward as I hiked her skirt up to her waist
again. What a lovely sight: my daughter's bare bottom and dripping pussy
stretched wide around the wide girth of my cock. I used the angle to
push another few inches into the lovely tunnel, watching the lips of her
cunt flare out even wider, then pulled back and began a light bucking
motion on the seat, exulting in the feeling of shoving my hungry dick up
into my little girl's hole
"Mmmmph!" Shae squeaked and leaned forward farther as I slammed against
her pelvis. Twisting pulses of loving warmth coiled around my shaft each
time I pushed up inside my daughter, then faded to shivering tingles
when I stroked out to do it again. The sight of my 12-year-old daughter
bouncing happily on my cock goaded me into a feral hunger. I slammed
inside her as deep as I could go and held tight as I reached forward to
pull the straps of her pink dress down over her bare shoulders. The
satin cloth slipped midway down her bare back with a rustle, and I
rubbed my hands up the stretch of smooth flesh before curling around
under her arms and finding the poking nipples like tiny buttons on her
chest.
"eeeEK-" she slapped a hand over her mouth, capturing her cry as I
twisted and pinched the little nubs. My daughter's body was sensitive
everywhere, but her nipples were like a pair of magic knobs that I could
twist at almost any time to amplify her pleasure to the level I wanted.
She was moaning into her hands now, and when I broke the lock on her
pussy and started a heavy thrusting motion again, she arched forward
until her head was resting against the polished surface in front of us,
just above the TV, hands grasping at the smooth surface for a handhold
as her Daddy pumped inside her.
Fuck, did she want to ride horses again? Did that make her horny? I'd be
a horse for my daughter, if that's what she wanted. I grabbed her arms
above the elbows, jerking them back, and slammed forward again, smushing
her face against the wood. Holding her in place with my hands on her
arms and my cock in her pussy, I ramped up to the thick, rapid motions
we had felt in the saddle yesterday. The shivers racing down my baby
girl's back transferred into a desperate wiggling of her hips with her
limited range of motion, pushing back to meet me with each thrust.
Rustling noises and squeaks filled our little space, though I wasn't
sure if the latter came from the couch or my horny daughter.
On the ceiling, I could see the lights reflected in the metallic surface
of the door behind us, moving slightly with the motion of the train. I
could see the front door of the car, and the tops of the heads of the
other passengers. Nobody was looking. Nothing would interrupt us. The
mounting pressure building deep in my baby girl's frothing pussy finally
burst forth into a hurricane of electric spasms that jerked the muscles
of her cunt in lunatic rhythm, and yanked her arms against my grip. I
held on as she convulsed in orgasm. Every part of her was for me, given
freely, from her lips and mouth to her flat chest with the tiny nipples
that flushed red with desire when I touched her, to the quaking lips and
walls of her pussy that wrapped my meaty organ with a pumping thrill
when I shoved forward one last time and buried it inside her. We were
made for each other, loved each other with a force beyond words, bound
by the overwhelming primal connection between a father and his daughter
as they pounded together in carnal bliss.
I shoved forward one last time with a wet slapping sound. The frothing
roar finally erupted in my balls and rocketed up my throbbing cock, the
payload of fiery semen spewing out into my little girl's cunt, filling
her with her Daddy's loving seed. Another spurt followed, another, an
endless stream of milky jets surging up into her womb and collecting
into a slippery flow that squeezed into the tortured space between
between my engorged prick and the walls of my daughter's pussy. Shae
jerked in my arms and I jerked back, the pair of us connected by the
crashing waves of mutual orgasm that resonated together where we
connected inside her body.
The front door of the car slid open. My hands pushed desperately, senses
foggy, trying to pull Shae's dress up and get the straps over her
shoulders. Her arms didn't seem to want to cooperate, her mind still
lost in thready climax from the force of her Daddy's pounding passion. I
got them up somehow, pulled her upright, kept her from sagging against
me. The pair of us sat there, chests heaving, twitching slightly in
lingering passion as the crush of our orgasms melted away into a hazy
contentment.
"Feeling a little better now mademoiselle?" The attendant beamed at us
from the aisle, pushing her cart.
"Oh, yes I do maam." Shae was sitting upright on my lap, her pink dress
and skirts perfectly arranged, a picture of innocent youth. "I feel a
lot better now."
A glob of saliva dripped onto the front of the TV from the polished wood
above it and slid slowly down the dark surface. The woman didn't notice.
"You still seem a bit flushed. Maybe you were dehydrated."
Faint ripples caressed my prick with gratified squeezes as it softened
in my little girl's cunt. Shae gave no sign she had been doing anything
but looking out the window.
"Yeah, that was probably it." Her thighs clenched against me under her
skirt. "I think all the fluid helped."
"Merveilleux. Here, I have éclair au chocolaté. From the kitchen,
fresh." The woman handed over a pastry on a napkin for each of us.
"Ahhh, you two remind me of my daughter, my husband." She leaned
casually on her cart. "They are always together. In Beauvais. I go home
at the end of the week."
"Sounds like you miss them," I said.
"Bien sûr!" She laughed. "Yes, it will be good to be home." She gave a
friendly wave before leaving, and pushed her cart out the back door of
the car.
My flaccid prick slipped out of my baby girl's wet hole when Shae stood
up. I pulled my pants up and buckled them as she straightened her skirts
and then sat back down beside me.
"Hmmmm," she purred, resting her head against my shoulder again. "Do you
feel better now Daddy?"
"Much better." I kissed her on top of her head.
She bent to pick up the blanket from the floor. "I feel kind of sleepy
now. I'm going to sleep until we get there."
I pulled out the water bottle and shook it. "Don't forget to hydrate.
You need your energy."
She laughed and took a swig, then passed it back to me so I could do the
same. We munched on our eclairs until they were gone, then I wrapped the
bulk of the blanket around her chest and shoulders and let the rest
trail over my lap. Shae sighed in contentment and leaned against me. The
wide sweep of the Loire Valley was passing us by outside, and we watched
the flowing green landscape in comfortable silence.
A sudden buzz came from my pocket. I pulled out my phone and saw a text
from an unknown number.
"Shae. Sweetie." I nudged her and she stirred against my shoulder. "Look
at this."
We read it together.
Dad going 2 change jobs. Lots of time together
now. Took ur advice and never seen him happier.
Hope u both will visit if in France again.
Je t'embrasse, Love, Hiro and Satomi XOXOXO
PS Shae ur skirt advice was gr8 he ♥ it
A picture was attached. Suki was holding her phone at arm's length,
grinning, with her dad's arm casually slung around her shoulders and a
smile on his face as he looked down at her. He was a handsome man, with
asian features and dark hair and a kind face lightly creased with lines
of worry. They looked like a happy couple. Maybe it was just the angle
of the sun but I thought I saw something in her eyes, that gleam of
fulfillment I had seen in my daughter's so often.
"Oh cool." Shae took the phone from me and held it close to stare at the
picture. "He seems nice, right? They look good together. He's lucky."
She handed the phone back.
"They both are," I said, putting the phone away.
I sat in contemplation, staring out the window with my daughter as she
snuggled against my shoulder. Suki and her Dad. I wondered what the
future held for them, where they would be if we came back to France in a
few years and took up her offer to visit. A dull drowsiness began to
wash over me, lulling me with the rhythmic rumblings of the train. We
were going through a long curve that was snaking around a lake between
the hills.
"Hey Daddy?" Shae mumbled sleepily against me.
"What is it baby girl?"
She took a long time to answer. I thought she might have fallen asleep.
I was about to drop off myself.
"It's ok. Never mind." She patted my arm under the blanket and went
quiet.
We eventually passed out of the hills into a long, sloping region of
open fields, bright with green grass and wildflowers. Shae was fast
asleep on my shoulder. I managed to work my book out of our bag without
disturbing her and got some reading in as the train rattled on.
"Monsieur?"
I looked up. A male attendant greeted us from the aisle.
"We are almost at Paris, Monsieur. May I get you anything before we
arrive?"
I looked around, then glanced down at my sleeping daughter's face buried
against my shoulder, stray hairs lining her face.
"Non merci," I said. "I have everything I need."
~*~
"Wow, that's big." Shae tilted her head back, squinting against the sun,
trying to see the top of the massive convention center.
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure all the shows are on the main floor. What do
your directions say?"
She looked down at her phone, reading the email from her agency again.
The shuttle driver had picked us up from the hotel and navigated us
through downtown Paris with terrifying speed and ruthless efficiency,
almost flattening a man on a bicycle before depositing us in front of
the massive gleaming building where Shae's fashion show would be held.
Today was just prep, rehearsals and briefings on everything she would
need to know. Tomorrow was the real deal.
"West entrance, it says. The one with the gray doors." She pointed to
the side. "They'll have our names."
A surly security guard looked up our information, jabbing at his
keyboard with a sour expression and finally issuing us badges and
pointing at a stairway. We climbed it, and Shae's mouth dropped
progressively, in small degrees, each time we passed another gorgeous
woman in the hallway until it was nearly hanging open. Professionals,
real models, career women whose beauty and experience were their
livelihood. I squeezed my daughter's hand as we walked, hoping she
wouldn't be too intimidated.
"Bonjour!" A woman with black-rimmed glasses and red lipstick, wielding
a clipboard and a no-nonsense expression, corralled us expertly as soon
as we turned a corner into a larger area.
"Watts?" she queried, then looked at our badges and nodded to herself
before we could answer. She scratched a check on the paper on her
clipboard. "Wonderful." She peered at us both, scrutinizing me with a
severe expression, and I suddenly felt very small.
"And you must be Shae." The woman smiled and bent down to get a good
look at my daughter, her demeanor softening. "How are you today? I'm
Jackie."
"Hi. I'm good. Nice to meet you." Shae smiled back.
"Good, that's good." Jackie had managed a flawless transition from
authoritarian to welcoming. "I'll be your coach today Shae. That means
I'll be showing you around, what you'll be wearing, and helping you
practice. Have you ever done one of these before?"
Shae shook her head. "No, but my agency trained me on most of it."
"Excellent. That's just fine, Shae. I'll show you to the girl's section
where you can get ready. There are a lot of women around here, getting
ready for their show tomorrow too, but don't let them bother you. Most
of them got started just like you did."
"Ok." Shae seemed a lot more at ease. She took Jackie's hand when it was
offered.
"Shae's orientation will take a few hours," she said, turning to me, all
business again. "There's a waiting area past the door with the green
border back in the the hallway behind you. It has seats, television, and
refreshments if you want. Feel free to look around, but please stay out
of the roped-off areas."
"Alright," I said.
"We'll call you, when Shae is ready. Please stay near the convention
center. The security guards can answer any of your questions." She
looked down at my daughter next to her, holding her hand. "You ready
Shae?"
"Yeah, I'm ready." She took a deep breath, then waved at me. "See you in
a few hours Daddy."
Almost everything was roped off, it turned out. Feeling restless, I went
back to the main hallway that curved around the outside edge of the
building and paced. I hoped it was going ok, that there weren't any
problems. This was a big deal for her, it was what she had worked for
the last few years, doing catalogs and swimsuits to build out her
portfolio and sometimes some racier bits that earned more money. I
turned around and paced the other way. She wasn't all that used to doing
things without me around. It made her nervous sometimes. During her
first photo shoot with Select Petites she had been upset when she
thought that I had left, but she had calmed down when she realized I was
right there. Still, she was 12 now. She had learned to do more things
alone. I turned again, going back the way I had come. I was proud of
her. I wanted her to be happy doing whatever she wanted to do, and this
seemed to be it.
Aw hell. I was probably more nervous than she was. I noticed a large
pair of double-doors held open on the side of the hall, and followed
them down a ramp into the main area inside the center, ending at a
section of rope across the floor. It was brightly lit, a massive,
echoing room with rows of seats curving around the circular center.
Crewmen were everywhere, running cables and tinkering with cameras
mounted on gigantic mechanical arms. A few crawled in the framework high
over the stage, doing something to the lights. A long catwalk jutted out
from the stage into the center of the space. As I watched, a girl in a
dark green skirt sauntered out, stepping lightly in a particular gait as
she walked to the end of the catwalk, shifted her weight on her feet,
then pivoted with a swish of her skirt and walked back to the stage.
Another girl came out to do the same, but was called back at the edge of
the stage. Something wrong with her high heels. Jackie and another woman
were at the edge of the curtain, talking to the girls.
I leaned against the wall and watched for a bit, but didn't see Shae.
This was going to take forever, I thought, and the butterflies in my
stomach weren't helping. It wasn't like *I* was going to be up on the
stage, but the sympathetic concern for my daughter couldn't be brushed
away. I finally gave up and left, consigning myself to the waiting room.
It wasn't all that bad, it turned out. The big room had a table set with
pastries, and I had eaten almost half of some pie-like thing stuffed
with fruits and a hard glaze before I realized it. Nervousness.
The French magazines were a bust. I gave up on them and had found a
Liverpool game on the television, but it was going nowhere. I suffered
through the boredom, and after an eternity my phone finally buzzed.
After a quick confirmation from Jackie, I got up and met them back at
the bend in the hallway.
"Hey Daddy!" Shae bounced exuberantly on her feet and then hugged me
around the waist.
"Hey sweetie. How did it go?"
"Great!" She bubbled happily. "They have this fall fashion line of
clothing. We tried out the outfits, took a few pictures to get an idea,
and practiced our walks."
"She'll do great," Jackie said. "Shae is very talented. Here is the
schedule lineup for tomorrow, Mr. Watts." She handed me a sheet of
paper. The main women's show occupied most of the day, with the girl's
show afterwards in the evening.
"Please be here 2 hours before the event," Jackie went on. "And of
course, don't hesitate to call me for any reason." Jackie shook my hand,
and Shae's, giving her a warm smile on top of it. "Have a good evening."
I took Shae's hand, and we left convention center and returned to the
hotel.
~*~
This was a world of glitz and glamour I knew nothing about. Music pulsed
through the darkened auditorium, underscored by the blinding staccato
beat of hundreds of camera flashes coming from the main floor below me.
Women stalked out onto the catwalk draped in a dizzying variety of
fashions both mundane and exotic, hair flowing backward from the fans,
pausing for a moment to give the cameras a good taste of all their
gorgeous features before twirling and walking back.
Coats, scarves, dresses, loose blouses sewn in eye-catching asymmetric
styles, a dozen variations of skirts divided at the hip on one side, and
flowing to conservative pleats on the other - they all passed, one after
the other, dancing out into the middle of the cameras on the body of
another knockout supermodel, showcasing the designer's ideas and
explorations of the frontiers of women's fashion for the fall season. I
knew a few things about art, but the subtleties of the fashion world
would always be beyond me. One woman wore a mockery of a raincoat, cut
short, transparent except for the edges, as if it were the product of a
tryst between a chemise and a rain smock. The ridiculous things were
probably more a statement about the art than making anything that
someone could wear, the designers of the world sending private messages
that only someone in their industry could understand.
And then it was over. The last woman left the stage and the lights came
up, slightly, just enough so people could move around more easily.
Hundreds of cameramen wandered the floor like lost geese, every one
tending to their own equipment. The teen and preteen show would be next.
I had been waiting in painful expectation for hours after surrendering
my daughter, fidgeting away in the private area reserved for family
members. I couldn't exactly call it a VIP area, since I was the least
important person in the entire building, but at least it was comfortable
and had a good view.
I wondered what she was going to wear, what they were doing to prep her.
Hair and makeup, obviously. Some practice walks, and photos of them
wearing garments in various positions, varying the minor details until
they found what worked best. Lights and mirrors and a camera flash and
turn your head down slightly and smile this way and that and now sultry
and now pouty and do it 50 more times from the top. She'd probably be
fine. She WAS fine. Maybe she'd be the first one out. Maybe she'd be a
surprise feature on the cover of a fashion magazine. Maybe she'd slip
and fall off the catwalk. My leg jittered nervously as I sat, and I
forced it to be still.
This really was the big leagues. It wasn't like Select Petites, her
normal agency back in the states, where we could hang around in our
private room with me sliding my cock into her right up until they called
her for a shoot. It always seemed to help, with her. Shae was less
nervous after she came on her Daddy's cock. I wondered for the
thousandth time how she was doing right now.
The crew had finished whatever they were doing to set up the next show.
The lights dimmed and music blared through the dark space, a pop song
moving at a quicker pace than the music of the last show. I sat on the
edge of my seat and leaned forward, forcing myself to breathe.
The curtain twitched and a girl came out, dark-haired and pretty, in a
full ensemble of autumn browns and oranges complete with a scarf and
stylish hat. She stalked down the long catwalk in eye-catching,
impractical boots with a medium-length heel. Another girl followed,
blonde, dressed for breezy weather in a shawl that hung down almost to
her elbows and thinned in the back so the fabric could flow out behind
her. Cameras strobed in the darkness, outlining the girls in flickering
halos. Another girl emerged in an orange blouse and skirt. They ignored
the blinding assault, reaching the end of their walk and smiling
demurely before turning and strolling away with the distinctive
hip-wiggling gait models used when showing off.
A carousel of fashion paraded before my eyes, girls sporting coats and
pants, shirts and skirts in attractive styles. Draping fabric seemed to
be in this year. Half the sleeves had wide cuffs or sewn additions on
the lower arms hanging loosely. Another girl, 16, achingly pretty in a
loose outfit of dark grey splashed with bright colors - she smiled
teasingly, finger on her lips and showing her teeth, then spun and
returned. I hadn't seen Shae yet.
There were a lot of them, I reminded myself. The main show had been 3
hours, this would be only 1. The styles switched, another designer
showing off his particular brand. Colors this time, heavily accented, a
different take on things. The girls blended together, all of them
looking between 10 and 16, each trained to that particular walk and that
particular posture and THERE SHE WAS!
I found myself standing suddenly, mouth open. I sat back down,
embarrassed, hoping I hadn't actually shouted out loud. Shae was halfway
down the catwalk already, wearing a casual outfit of hip-hugging jeans
shorts and a white cropped top mostly covered by the short blouse of
ruffled red fabric draped loosely over her shoulders. She looked
amazing. Step, step, the loose cloth swishing, a perfectly calculated
walk of grace and poise. The other girls disappeared. The world
disappeared. She reached the end and shifted her weight, thrusting her
hip out to show off the form-fitting shorts and light red fabric,
smiling innocently in the bright light like an angel from heaven. The
blouse was high in front and low to the waist in back, catching the air
from the fans, occupying some fashionable middle ground between a shawl
and a shirt. Pose, pivot, just enough to flare out the cloth behind her,
step, step. My gaze followed her perfect bottom back to the stage, and
that was it. 14 seconds on a catwalk. An instant. It felt like an
eternity.
Realizing that I had been holding my breath, I forced myself to sit back
on the seat, to unclench my fingers. She had been perfect. No flubs. The
pictures would be fantastic. I'd get my hands on them somehow. Select
Petites would probably get copies. If not, I'd buy every fashion
magazine in Paris until I found them. Perfect, a natural, my little girl
sauntering out and smiling for the bright lights like she had been born
to do it. I wanted to hug her, to grab her and jump up and down with her
in giddy delight, but I'd have to wait for the end. She'd be ecstatic
right now. The stinging in my chest told me I was holding my breath
again; I forced myself to stop. Maybe she'd come out again with
something else. I watched eagerly for the rest of the show, but that was
her only appearance.
Things became a bit of a hazy blur. I remembered hurrying from the
private seat and ended up pacing by the giant sign that said "Arrêtez!
Personnel seulement!", trying to get my scrambled thoughts in order. I
was supposed to be back in the communal waiting room, but screw that. I
wanted to see her the moment she came out of the private area into the
hallway.
The rising squeal registered on my ears an instant before the purple
blur rocketed out of the door and locked around my waist. I almost
tumbled backwards. Shae, back in her normal clothes. She jumped up and
down hysterically, eyes shining.
"Daddy did you SEE it? I knew you'd see it I was so afraid I'd MISS a
step with those shoes but I walked just like Jackie showed and the
freaking LIGHTS jeez there were so many Daddy they tell you not to blink
but it's hard so I looked up at the seats and I couldn't see you but I
KNEW you were there I could FEEL it so it was ok and then I did the
little hold thing and walked back and those stupid SHOES hurt but it was
cool Daddy did you see-"
I gave up trying to parse the verbal assault and just laughed with her,
wrapping my hands under her shoulders and picking her up off the ground
in a tight hug the way she loved. Her joy was infectious. Words were
still bubbling crazily from her mouth like an unhinged fire hydrant. One
final squeeze and I set her back down, seeing the tears of happiness
collecting at the corners of her eyes.
"You did great, baby girl. Perfect." I cupped her cheeks with my hands,
looking down at her. "I'm so proud of you."
Her arms locked around me again and she buried her head against my
chest, sniffling gleeful tears. Shae was an emotional girl, and I loved
that about her. You never had to dig to find out what made her happy. It
was always right there, on the surface, a sunny joy that she shared
freely with everyone. I stroked her hair until she finally calmed.
"Ok kitten," I laughed. "I want to hear all about it back at the hotel.
Everything. Maybe at something less than lightspeed. Do you have all
your stuff together?"
She looked up and nodded at me.
"Ok." I rested my hand on her shoulder. "Let's go."
~*~
I sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel room, inspecting the present I
had hidden from Shae in my suitcase: a glossy, high-quality photo book
of last year's modelling exhibition, a souvenir to remind her of what
she had accomplished. The flowers she had picked from the field near
Orléans were pressed behind the plastic on the inside of the front
cover. She'd love it, if she ever got out of the shower. She had dragged
one of her suitcases into the bathroom shortly after we got back and
locked the door. Washing off all the makeup, I imagined. I dropped the
book back into the gift box and replaced the cover, then left it on the
bed, where it cast a long shadow over the white sheets from the cozy
light of the bedside lamp.
Paris shimmered in the darkness before me when I went out onto the
little porch, an ordered constellation of twinkling lights that
stretched from the hotel all the way to the jagged skyline of downtown
on the horizon. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, I pulled off my
tie and loosened my jacket. Much better. I had a lot to be thankful for.
I had a brilliant, beautiful, talented girl that loved me, and a job
that paid enough money that I could afford to take her anywhere she
wanted. Shae's words had been lingering in the back of my head too. What
if things had gone differently for us? I'd have loved Shae no matter
what, but I might have missed out on the intimate bond with my daughter
that was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Maybe I wouldn't
have encouraged her as much, wouldn't have pushed her to get swimming
and piano lessons and nurtured her love for clothing. Maybe we wouldn't
be here right now, sharing a hotel room after the biggest success of her
life. I didn't want to think about that. Suki was a wonderful girl,
earnest, kind-hearted - happier now, I was sure, than before the day
when Shae had waved at her and then opened up to her. A chance passing,
but how would Suki's life have gone if she hadn't met my daughter? The
generosity of Shae's heart seemed to spill over into everyone around
her. I looked up at the few stars that could be seen in the Paris sky,
and wondered about fate.
The persistent hiss of the shower had finally stopped. I went back
inside. Our penthouse suite was classy, and incredibly expensive: a
large, open space with 2 beds by default, even though we were only using
one, and a slightly lowered area with a couch and a big TV in it. The
whole place was wired for surround sound, as we found out when we
watched a movie last night, and a complicated array of buttons and
switches by the kitchen in the corner controlled everything else from
the AC to the lights.
I pulled my tie the rest of the way off, then flopped onto my back on
the bed. I hadn't had to do anything today, but I felt drained all the
same. A white rectangle opened on the ceiling, the light from the
bathroom as Shae came out. She had wrapped the big lavender towel around
herself and blow-dried her hair so it hung loose behind her, shining.
She greeted me with a smile.
"Hey sweetie." I sat up on the corner of the bed. "I got you a little
something."
"Oh Daddy," she laughed. "You're always getting me something. I should
get you something for once."
"You'll like this," I promised, tapping the box on the lid. She walked
over to me and sat down sideways on my lap. I put the eggshell-colored
box into her hands and let her open it.
"Oh this, wow, this is nice." She lifted the book and fingered the
embossed floral design on the cover, then opened it. Her breath caught
in her throat.
"I thought you threw these away. They had gone dry." Her voice was thin.
"I kept the best ones and sealed the plastic. They should be good for
years. Here, look." I turned the page for her. An outrageously gorgeous
teenager in a flowing red dress was walking down a catwalk with a pouty
smirk. The glossy page shone in the light from the lamp.
"It's last year's," I said. "Obviously the one from your show this year
isn't out yet, but I placed an order with the printer."
She turned the page again. More teenage models, captured in moments of
flawless beauty by the cameras.
"It's so cool." Shae rubbed a finger on the glossy surface, then closed
the book and hugged it tightly against her chest. "Thank you Daddy. It's
really sweet." She was smiling but she almost seemed embarrassed
somehow.
"Hey you deserve it." I rubbed her shoulders as she sat on my lap. "You
did really great today. And not just because you looked good for the
cameras. You were brave. You came all the way here, and when the time
came you got out on that catwalk all by yourself in front of everyone.
That's something you should be really proud of. You did it, Shae."
"Yeah." She smiled weakly, blushing. "I actually was kind of scared
Daddy. But..."
She dropped her gaze, struggling to find the words, then hopped off my
lap and placed the book gingerly on the dresser. She was upset.
"Honey?" I wondered if I had said the wrong thing. She waited a moment
before turning around, tears shining faintly in the corners of her eyes.
"Daddy I...I wanted to thank you," she said.
"It's ok-"
"No. Stop." She shushed me with a finger on my lips. "Let me finish."
My daughter swallowed, hands clenching her towel self-consciously, gaze
wandering the floor in apprehensive circles. She looked back up at me.
"I didn't know how to say it earlier because I was too excited, but...I
know the agency check doesn't really cover the plane tickets and hotels.
I know your boss yelled at you over the time off for this trip." Damn, I
wondered how she had found out about that.
"But you still worked everything out," she went on, picking up speed.
"You helped me come all the way here, and now I've done something I
thought I could only ever dream of doing."
Words tumbled rapidly from her mouth, as if my baby girl thought she'd
lose her nerve if she stopped.
"Back on my first photo shoot, I remember how scared I was, how I wanted
to get out from the bright lights and go home. But you were there and
you talked to me and...I knew it was alright. You were there and I
wasn't alone. You were always there for me, encouraging me, even kicking
me in the butt to do better. I guess I needed it sometimes. It was
something I could always count on."
Her cheeks were burning. "Remember that time I was so frustrated in
chemistry class? I hid my papers and faked my grade so you wouldn't find
out. I was so scared that you'd yell at me, tell me how bad of a
daughter I was being. It made me sick. I puked at school and they sent
me home and called you, and I laid on the bed all afternoon hating
myself. When I heard your car in the driveway, I wished I was dead.
A sudden choke caught her next words, and she swallowed and tried again.
"But you weren't mad. You didn't yell at me or ground me, you just
listened and hugged me and I was crying and..."
The tears spilled over as she poured her heart in my hands. I remembered
how upset she had been that day, but I hadn't realized how deeply it
ran.
Wiping her tears, she took a deep breath and started again. "You helped
me with my homework and it was alright. Somehow you could always make it
alright. You helped me jog with you in the park on weekends after I
flunked out of track. You signed up for that school play with me just so
I wouldn't be nervous. When that magazine rejected me you wrote them an
angry letter saying the other model looked like a horse's butt. It was
great. I still have a copy. I kept it in my backpack so I could read it
at school when I felt bad."
She paused to inhale after this avalanche, trembling in front of me. My
tongue stuck uselessly to the back of my throat.
"God I'm silly." She scrubbed her face with the heels of her hands,
cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Look, what I'm trying to say Daddy
is thank you for helping me. Tonight, and all the other times. It felt
so great today on that catwalk, and you're nice to say I did it on my
own, but I know I couldn't have come all this way without you always
being there. I really was scared for a minute before they sent me out,
REALLY scared, but I thought of all those things that you were always
doing for me, and I knew you would want me to go. It was like you were
right there next to me again, telling me that you believed in me, that I
could do it. You've always been doing things like that to help me, and I
want to give you a present, for once, something to show you how much I
appreciate it."
"Of...of course honey." I forced the words past the strangling clench in
my throat. "Nothing matters more to me than you, Shae. I'll always be
here for you, no matter what, because you're my daughter and I love
you." The tears were infectious.
"I love you too Daddy." She crushed me in a bearhug and I returned the
favor, heart thumping in my chest as I wrapped my arms around the teary
girl. The only thing I had ever wanted was to make my baby girl happy.
She was everything to me, the warm center of my life. The slender arms
squeezed me with surprising strength until my lungs strained for air and
my ribs threatened to crack. Finally she let me go.
"Ok just...wait here alright?" She brushed fingers through her hair to
straighten it and swallowed. "Um, it may take a few minutes." Her eyes
peered around the room, spotted her expensive camera that we had left on
the table. It was full of pictures from our trip. "Here, use this." She
put it in my lap.
I nodded, confused. Shae reached down to turn off the bedside lamp, then
crossed to the window so she could pull the curtain closed, shutting out
the light of the city and plunging us into darkness except for the light
from the bathroom. Finding the TV remote, she used it to switch the
sound system to music. Fast-paced electropop thumped out of the
speakers. She padded across the room to the light switches, flicking
them until she found the one that controlled the line of track lights
that ran down the center of the room to the bed. White circles shined on
the carpet in a row of fuzzy spotlights. She nodded to herself, as if
this was perfect, then disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.
I tried to relax as I sat on the edge of the bed in the darkness,
listening to the energetic beat of the music, breath hot with
anticipation. She didn't keep me waiting long. The door opened and a
girl's silhouette slipped out, entering the row of lights at the end.
Striding confidently, hips thrusting side to side in sensual rhythm,
Shae paced up the makeshift catwalk in time with the beat, wearing the
white blouse and blue tube skirt she had worn on the first day of our
vacation. The shirt was pulled tight and tied in a knot on the side so
it revealed her bare belly, the rest of the thin fabric clinging to her
chest and outlining her perfect form. She had pinned the skirt so that
it hung short, barely to her upper thighs, teasing with a faint promise
of the view between her legs.
Reaching the end of the row of lights, she struck a pose, tilting her
head coyly when she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. A
perfect smile, a model's practiced pose - I chuckled with delight and
raised the camera to my eye. The flash burst once, then again, and then
she twirled to give me a glimpse of her butt peeping out from under the
edge of the tight skirt, shining pale in the lights as she strolled back
to the imaginary stage. She disappeared again.
This was getting interesting. A hungry mound was already pushing at the
fabric of my pants, straining for the luscious form of my daughter that
was on display. After a minute she emerged from the darkness again, in a
different outfit: a tiny draped crop-top and matching skirt, both white,
stitched with a pattern of black diamonds on the bottom edges. The
hanging V of the draped cloth flapped slightly, pointing to her navel,
as she walked down the line of lights, hips swaying seductively. A pause
at the end, hand on her hips, then a small pivot, shifting her weight,
enticing grin accented by the brief view of her teeth - smiling for the
camera, for me. I snapped a few shots of each sexy pose, then she
twirled and shot me a flirtatious glance back over her bare shoulder,
arm slowly rising at an angle to let her hair cascade down over it. I
framed and captured it, immortalizing the perfect beaming smile and
suggestive look of my daughter, then leaned forward eagerly for a bonus
squeeze of her butt. She pranced off before I could connect, her hips
swaying with each stride on the way back, taunting me.
Hopefully the fabric of my pants was strong enough to weather the
bulging stress I was putting on it. I shifted, trying to get more
comfortable, wiping sweat off my forehead as the music changed to
another upbeat track. It was her deep black dress this time, thin fabric
a shimmer of onyx in the light when she reappeared. She walked a bit
more slowly, pausing to pull the hem of the skirt to the side and let it
drop with a smile of girlish innocence, improvising a little from the
tightly-disciplined cadence of the professional catwalk. I raised the
camera to my eye and stood up to catch her from multiple angles. She
halted gracefully at the end, weight shifting to let the skirt swish the
silky fabric of the dress over her hips with an irresistible rustle,
head back at an angle and mouth slightly open in a provocative gaze. The
camera flashed several times as I moved about, getting into the fun of
it, illuminating the sexy pose of my daughter's body. Turning again, she
pushed out her rear and bent slightly, pulling the skirt to the side to
give me a view of her lovely butt up to the hips and the tender treat
between her legs. The skirt fell tantalizingly, fold by fold, from her
fingers, and she turned to give me a profile shot of the dress hugging
her slim body before shifting into a light twirl and walking back
through the lights.
I was practically salivating now. I longed to rub those shoulders, to
grip those round little hips wiggling under the fabric and reach down to
squeeze the juicy little butt waiting under the skirt as she walked
away. The alluring silhouette disappeared at the end of the track and I
sat down to catch my breath. I wondered if she was going to go through
her whole wardrobe. I'd break long before that. All those suitcases...
The music shifted to the next track, something a little slower, working
a more romantic theme around the rousing beat. I checked the camera,
hoping I wouldn't run out of space, and my breath caught when I looked
back up. A vision of loveliness strode towards me, Shae wearing her
purple teddy, one of the many special things we had packed to enjoy on
the trip. It wrapped her 12-year-old frame like a present, riding high
on the hips, complimenting the high heels to enhance the perfection of
my baby girl's slender, supple legs. The silky cloth dipped between her
growing breasts and was transparent below the chest, stitched with a
mesmerizing pattern of lacy swirls. Shae smiled as her hips wiggled
their way up to the end of the lights, then she paused in a seductive
pose, chest thrust out slightly, giving me a lovely eyeful of her body
as she slowly trailed a finger up her hip and bit her lip with beguiling
suggestion.
I almost couldn't take it, couldn't help myself in the face of my sexy
daughter putting herself on display in front of me, but somehow I
managed, flash bursting like lightning as I got several shots of her
enticing posture and lovely legs as she departed, heels striking the
carpet. Lingerie doesn't take much time to put on, so she reappeared
almost immediately, wrapped in her chemise of deep blue satin; one of my
favorites, and she knew how much I loved it. It rippled like water over
the curves of her body as she walked toward me, tight around the chest
and stomach, loose and flowing around the hips. I had fucked my daughter
in it dozens of times, pulling the little straps down and pushing it to
her waist so I could rub her chest as I pounded inside her.
Her pose came with a little bonus this time: she flexed her back and let
one of the loose straps slip down her shoulder as if by accident, just
far enough for the garment to slip and show off a perky nipple on her
chest. I snapped furiously, panting, shifting to try to ease the aching
discomfort of my crotch tying itself into knots. She turned and arched
her hip at the end of the pose, letting the satin whisper up the curving
slopes of her bottom, giving a brief peek before she walked back into
the darkness.
A powerful, thrumming vibration was beating in my veins, every hormone
in my body pouring into my blood and electrified into frantic action by
my little girl's private fashion show. Shae knew how to work her Daddy
up. It was an art, for her, to stoke the burning passion in my gut until
it raged out of control and set every cell in my body ablaze with
pulsing lust. I shivered as I sat on the bed. What was taking so long?
It had been minutes. Don't build me up and keep me waiting, baby girl. I
dropped the camera onto the bedding in frustration and sat, combing my
fingers through my hair.
She appeared suddenly, a ghost in the darkness, and I saw what had taken
so long. Shae had donned a delicate piece of exquisite white lingerie.
It hung on her 12-year-old body in complicated folds, stunning, a
revealing garment of surpassing elegance. The top hugged her chest
loosely, translucent, divided in front and tied with two satin ribbons
at the top, the rest parting in a graceful curve that framed her bare
stomach and bellybutton. The cloth spread out into a series of ruffles
at the bottom, stitched into a web of complicated layers that hugged her
hips and flared out elegantly like the gossamer shadow of a skirt.
I sat transfixed, the camera forgotten, as my daughter did her slow
catwalk through each puddle of light, coming closer until she slipped
into her pose in front of me. The whole garment had a supernal grace. As
Shae shifted her weight from one leg to another, it would slip and
settle again with a languid luxuriousness, rippling silk guiding the
eyes on a natural course up and down my daughter's feminine curves. This
was what she had bought in Marseille. Worth every penny. I wondered what
she had said to the girl in the shop to let her buy it.
With a twist and a thrust of her hip, Shae gave me a view of the
backside, looking over her shoulder and reaching her hand up to cup her
hair with an inviting look that nearly shattered my cock like glass on
the spot. The fabric opened into a diamond on the back, showing off the
smooth skin of my daughter's back all the way down to the beginning of
the sweet little cleft between her buttcheecks.
"Do you like it?" She turned to face me and took a step closer. A small
pair of pearl studs peeped from her earlobes, and the tiny chain of a
silver necklace arced around her throat. Faint sparkles of glitter
reflected from deep in her hair and a few strategic spots around her
face, flashing in the pale light. She had gone all-out, put everything
into this. The spotlight on the ceiling made her look like a sexual
goddess descending in a beam of white moonlight.
"It's...it's..." I closed my stupid mouth and tried again. "It's
gorgeous baby girl. You look like a piece of heaven." I rubbed a hand up
her arm. "You've never looked more beautiful."
The warm smile that blossomed on her face flushed another horny surge
through the blood pumping in my veins. No father could see his daughter
in this and turn away, could resist the urge to bend her over and pound
a cock into her until she screamed with satisfaction. I squeezed her
hands in mine and let them drop, and she must have seen the uncontrolled
desperation in my eyes when I looked up again, because she cupped my
cheek lovingly and bent down to kiss me on the lips.
My lips pushed back, hungrily, surging with need, opening slightly to
sample the warm taste of my daughter's mouth. We broke after a moment,
and Shae dropped to her knees in front of me without another word, and
reached out to unbuckle my pants. A tortured moan escaped from my throat
when she pulled open the fabric and fished my raging manhood out from my
underwear with her tiny fingers.
"Mmmmmf...do it baby girl." My hand twitched as it rested on her head.
My little girl's mouth was right there, small, delicate, hovering just
in front of her Daddy's massive erection. Blue eyes flicked up, meeting
my gaze, and she licked a slow, teasing stroke up the underside of my
glans, collecting a little pool of precum on her tongue.
I had never really had to teach Shae how to suck her Daddy's cock. It
came to her as a natural talent, an instinctive consequence of her
natural affection for me. She watched to see what drove me wild, then
did more of it, and did it with a bursting enthusiasm that was almost
exhausting. My daughter loved my cock. She loved it in her mouth. She
loved it in her ass. She loved it in her pussy, as she frequently
reminded me. When her Daddy's thick rod was out, it was like it become
the focus of her whole existence. I saw the small details on her face
yet again, the flaring nostrils, getting the scent, the working cheeks
and the swallow afterwards, sampling the salty taste. Shae licked her
way down my cock and back up it, then rubbed the glans lovingly around
her lips, coating it with gooey saliva, filling her senses with the
taste, the smell, the feel of warm velvet over the iron proof of her
Daddy's need for her.
With sudden determination, she lined me up and pushed me into her mouth,
flooding my aching flesh with flashes of pleasure from the cupping
warmth of her cheeks and tongue. My fingers seized in her hair. Spots
danced in my vision. I tried to relax, but another heavy push of her
mouth down my shaft sparked a discharge of lightning that raced up my
nerves and made all my muscles jerk. My aching tip bumped the back of
her throat, and she pulled back and began an enthusiastic rhythm,
bobbing her head in the dim light and pounding the engorged flesh into
her mouth with hungry vigor. Moist suction caressed me, slippery juice
sloshing against my flesh and then dribbling down the underside to drip
onto the fingers that were wrapped around my base. My loving daughter,
my baby girl, thrust me in and out of her throat with lips wrapped
tightly around the engorged flesh until the arcing spasms of ecstasy in
my genitals suddenly exploded into a rapture of sucking bliss that swept
me away.
A blinding white sheet suffocated the rest of the room, narrowing my
vision to the bouncing head impaled on my manhood. Fibers wrapped around
my fingers, my baby girl's hair. I think I had pulled her down as far as
she could go. Gentle flesh wrapped the frenzied vibrations of my prick,
soothing it, encouraging the liquid fury racing up from my balls. I
erupted in her mouth, feeling a tremendous blast of semen crash against
the gate of her throat with the force of a jet engine. Another blast
followed, and another, a continuous gush that rapidly overflowed her
throat and backwashed into her mouth until her cheeks bulged from the
pressure.
The kicking jolts of energy finally tapered off and flared out in my
gut, unlocking my rigid muscles one by one as it drained. Sagging
forward, I looked down at my baby girl. My fist was still curled in her
hair, holding her down on my cock with an iron grip. I let go.
My long cock slipped out of her mouth inch by inch until it finally
bobbed free. Jesus, I was still hard. Shae coughed into her hands,
twice, swallowing frantically before looking up at me.
"Sorry hon. I went blank there for a second."
"It's ok," she warbled through pressed lips. "Look."
She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, like she was at the
doctor's office. A huge glob of white cum was seeping down her tongue,
and there were dribbles around her chin where other drops had escaped.
She closed and swallowed again.
"I don't think you've ever put so much in my mouth," she said, wiping
her chin with her arm. "You really liked the present."
"Baby I LOVED the present," I panted.
"Good." She fingered the tip of my erect prick, making it bounce.
"Because it's not over yet." She stood up.
She had grown to know my body just as much as I knew hers, I thought.
She always knew exactly how much to wind up her Daddy for whatever she
wanted. She had only sucked me to take the edge off, so I didn't cum
early for whatever was next.
She tapped a button on the remote on the table, silencing the music,
then pushed a hand against my shoulder, and I scooted back farther onto
the bed until I was laying down, my pants still hanging open. Shae
crawled up, the dim light illuminating the bedding and shining through
the transparent layers of the lingerie, and scooted forward until she
was kneeling over my thighs. I jerked slightly when she bent down and
grabbed me again, her tongue darting out eagerly for a lick of my idling
cock, then kissing it lovingly on the head. A sparkle was in her eyes
when she looked at me again, shadowed by the horny urges of sexual
desire for her Daddy plain on her face.
Her hands went higher, exploring, rubbing over my suit jacket, fingering
the buttons. I reached up to help her but she stopped me with a gesture.
She wanted to do everything, wanted me to just enjoy the ride. I flopped
my head back. The bed creaked slightly as Shae scooted forward again and
rested on my pelvis, my prick slapping up against a sopping wet channel
underneath the frilled skirt.
The sweet caress of her steamy lips slipped back and forth on the
underside of my prick in small motions, my baby girl moving her hips as
she went to work on my buttons. She popped the 3 studs on my jacket and
pulled it open, then went to work on my shirt. One by one, the long line
of buttons slipped free under her fingers, a slow tease trailing down my
chest, her gaze never leaving mine until the last one popped loose below
my navel. Trickles of warm juice leaked around my cock and dripped
unseen into my pubic hair under the layered ruffles. I gripped the
thighs pressed around my hips to steady the shudders that raced up my
back. Every inch of my little girl was heaven, every touch a pleasure:
the brushing of her fingers, the warmth of her thighs, the trickles of
hot fluid seeping from her cunt in hungry anticipation of her Daddy
inside her. There was no part of her that wasn't soft, or smooth, or
bouncy, or just deliciously wet for me whenever I needed it.
Keeping me pinned with her eyes, she pulled my shirt wide open,
breathing heavily and rumbling with approval as she ran her hands all
the way up my naked chest to my throat. The heated, slippery sensation
left my prick as she bent down to kiss my stomach, tenderly, eyes raised
to meet my gaze as her lips hopped a slow course of gentle smooches up
my belly. She took her time, breathing heavily, savoring the taste of my
skin and leaving a circle of saliva with each press of her lips, the
dangling silver chain of her necklace tickling my hairs as she moved to
my chest. She lingered on the muscles there, enjoying herself, before
moving up my neck and finally pressing her lips hungrily against my
gasping mouth, pushing my head down into the bedding. My toes curled and
my hands lifted up instinctively from her thighs to her bare butt,
squeezing the firm globes as my daughter pushed her weight into the
hungry kiss on my lips. Her tongue snaked in, we met, dueled briefly,
leaving the aftertaste of salty batter tingling on my tastebuds. My own
cum, fresh from my little girl's mouth.
Our kiss broke and I sat up so she could pull my shirt and jacket all
the way off. Shae smirked, and wadded them up and threw them aside,
leaving me naked from the waist up. Maybe it was fair. I had undressed
her more times than I could count. She didn't get to return the favor
very often. The white cloth of her lingerie was swaying slightly with
the heaving of her chest, with the excitement of pulling off her Daddy's
clothes, tasting me everywhere, preparing me like a ritual to enter her
body. She went down to my shoes, unlaced them and pulled them off along
with my socks, then she reached up for my pants and grasped the edges
with both hands, and yanked. I wiggled to help her, and the dark suit
pants slid down my legs with my underwear inside them, leaving me naked
on the bed, straddled by my eager daughter.
Amazing, I thought for the hundredth time. She was stunning. The dim
track lights left the space all around the bed in darkness except for
the one path to the bathroom, closing the bed off into a world of its
own and washing us in a flood of pale white that edged my baby girl's
hair in a bright shine, highlighting every stray hair, every drop of
anxious sweat on her face. The white lingerie shifted as she moved,
rippling, emphasizing every pleasing curve of her girlish body. I could
see the dots of her nipples under the translucent cloth, see them press
up erect against the thin fabric every time she leaned backwards.
She inched forward on my legs again, making my prick wave in the air
until she was close enough that it thumped up against her crotch, then
reached down to wrap her fingers around it and stroke me lightly, moving
a loose fist up and down. Keeping the pressure on my cock with her hand,
she bent forward to get close to my face..
"Thank you Daddy," she breathed hotly. "Thank you. I love you." Emotions
twisted her face, as if my 12-year-old daughter had put every fiber of
her being into the full weight behind those words.
"I love you too Shae." I reached up to wipe the tear at the corner of
her eye. "More than anything." I reached up to pull her into a kiss,
feeling her salty lips writh against mine, feeling her hand continue its
slow pumping on my cock. I'd tell her again and again, every single time
she wanted to hear it, and never get tired of those words in my mouth.
She leaned back and lifted herself up, then reached down to wrap her
fingers around me, lining me up at her entrance. The lips of my
daughter's slippery warmth pressed against my cock briefly, then spread
out and welcomed her Daddy into their tight embrace.
The gripping warmth sent an electric thrill racing down my cock,
blossoming into a wild surge of pleasure in my pelvis as I entered my
daughter. Biting her lips, she lowered herself another couple inches,
taking me inside, the bulging shaft stretching her tunnel to its limit.
Soft skin twitched under my fingers, muscles flexing in her thighs where
they were wrapped around my waist. I kneaded them, encouraging her to go
deeper. Love and lust mixed hungrily in her expression as she kept it
locked to mine, sinking another inch, staring into my eyes with all the
love and affection and pleading, aching need a daughter ever had for her
father.
I loved her beyond words, far beyond the simple carnal joining of the
incestuous union that bound us so closely. My daughter, my baby girl,
the center of everything I treasured - our eyes locked as our bodies
slipped together, sharing in the bond that carried every unvoiced
feeling and thought in its warm center.
A brief whimper escaped her throat. She swallowed, pushing harder,
accepting the brief discomfort, the massive presence of her Daddy's cock
cramming into her deepest place. She had wound me up so much I was as
hard as a rock, but there was determination on her face, underscored by
the pleading desired to please her father, to make me happy and thank me
with the best gift she knew how to give: herself.
As her gripping pussy lips slid down the last inch and buried themselves
in my pubic hair, her neck arched backwards and she gave a tiny yelp.
She struggled to settle her weight on my prick, eyes shut and muscles
trembling, as pale light flooded her upturned face.
"Sweetie." I kept up the gentle massage on her thighs as the rippling
warmth of her moist cunt shivered up and down my length. "Doing ok?"
She looked down and nodded with a crooked smile, tears forming at the
corners of her eyes again. She had gone too fast, pushed her Daddy's
cock just a bit too deep into her 12-year-old cunt before she was ready.
Stress, I thought, or the tension of her desire to show me the depths of
her gratitude.
Sitting for a moment, swallowing, she adjusted herself as she tried to
relax deep inside, an entrancing vision, a girlish, angelic figure
swathed in a moonbeam and the delicate film of her ephemeral garment as
she straddled me. Sometimes Shae was excitable in bed, sometimes noisy
or eager or playful or everything at once, but other times she made love
with an emotional intensity and vulnerability that was almost
overwhelming. Tonight she wanted something, needed something specific,
an intimate validation from the person she loved and trusted most.
I reached up and pulled her gently by the shoulders, bringing her down
against my chest and wrapping her in a tight hug. I didn't want her to
go so fast that she hurt. Laying down would give her a couple inches of
slack on my cock, at least. She was all sweetness and strawberry shampoo
and a vulnerable, horny desire flexing against my chest.
"Always, Shae. I'll always love you." I whispered in her ear. "I'll
never stop." I felt like she needed to hear it again, like my daughter
had laid bare for me something she had kept in the deepest part of
herself, something that desperately needed reassurance.
"I love you too Daddy. Thank you for everything." It seemed to satisfy
her, as she rubbed gently against my chest, flexing my aching meat where
it was buried inside her. I let her sit up again, and she rocked
backwards, stuffing my last few inches inside her again like she
couldn't bear to go without them.
Low moans rumbled in my daughter's throat as she began a light bouncing
rhythm, pussy walls massaging my turgid flesh with rapturous squeezes as
it moved in and out. She looked down at the spot where we connected,
panting at the sight of her Daddy's manhood moving inside her. My own
chest was heaving, fingers clutching the backs of her thighs and pushing
up slightly on each bounce, the pair of us building into a passionate
tempo of bucking motions.
I had taken my little girl in every position imaginable, lying and
seated and standing, on the edge of the bed so I could eat her out,
kneeling to suck me off or head down with her rear up for doggy style or
if she wanted me to put it in her bottom for a change of pace. Every
time was the best time, and it was true again as my daughter rode on top
of me in the circle of light, impaling herself on her Daddy's jutting
prick like it was everything she had ever wanted in the world. She
raised up higher so she could work more of my length with each stroke,
the silky cloth of the lingerie bouncing lightly against her skin. I let
go of her thighs and reached up to yank loose the satin ties at the
front, letting the garment spill open so I could see the sweet nipples
dotting the smooth field of her prepubescent chest, budding erect from a
pair of faint mounds just barely beginning to swell.
The rapid, hungry rhythm mounted to a crescendo echoing back and forth
between our bodies. I reached up to twist and pinch her bare nipples,
each eager little flick sparking a stroke of wild spasms that raced
through the tight space of my little girl's pussy like they were magic
buttons of pleasure. They vibrated with the feedback of the waves of
cresting ecstasy in my daughter's body, and she shoved herself all the
way down after a long stroke, burying me inside with a cry, locking me
inside with clenching flesh. Pulsing lightning raced through her hips
and thighs, squeezing my waist like a vice, her fingers scrabbling at my
muscled chest for a grip and finally curling into fists in my chest
hairs. An exhilarated wail ripped from her mouth, face twisting with
ecstasy as she arched her head to the side and then threw it back, face
to the ceiling, sparkles of light reflecting from the pearl studs in her
ears. The sight of my daughter shuddering her way through a pounding
orgasm on my cock, gasping helplessly with the translucent white cloth
quaking all over her body, tipped me over the edge into the boiling
whirlpool of my own orgasm. White-hot geysers flared in my clenching
balls and a flood of raging semen rocketed upwards into the deep
confines of my daughter's womb. I yanked her arms and pulled her to my
chest. I had to feel her, to know her, to wrap iron arms around her and
hold her tight as a tidal wave of sperm flooded into her body and
overflowed with a jerking, squishing sensation. Sweat ran slick between
us as we shuddered. Her nipples scratched my chest. The wild, primal
current of pumping fluid in our crotches surged and flared and melted
into a long dreamy bliss of satisfaction that floated down and covered
us both like a heavy blanket.
The gasping bundle in my arms was the center around which my senses
slowly recovered. My chest against hers, raising up and pushing into
each other with our ragged breathing, odors of sweat and sex, silky
cloth rubbing my sides and hips squeezing firm under my fingers. I
couldn't think. I wanted to drift here, forever, my half-hard prick
still dribbling sperm into my daughter's warm snatch.
"That's what it feels like," someone mumbled into my chest.
I tried to kick-start my sputtering brain. Shae was looking up at me,
head resting on my chest.
"Hmmm?"
"That's what it feels like," she repeated. "When you do it for me."
I must have blinked uncomprehendingly because she explained.
"You know, when you look at me Daddy, watch me, then tell me to sit back
or turn over on the bed." She grinned dreamily as we floated. "It's like
you always enjoy taking every single piece of clothing off me every
time, and finding everything underneath, and kissing and rubbing every
little thing before finally fucking me."
She rested her head on my chest again, hand lazily tracing the
circumference of my pectoral. "For a little while it's like I'm the
center of your universe. I love it," she confessed. "I wanted to show
you what it was like, at least once."
"Oh." She WAS the center of my universe, whether we were making love at
the time or not. "Thank you honey. This is the sweetest gift you've ever
given me." I couldn't think of what else to say so I kissed her forehead
appreciatively.
I couldn't deny how great it had felt having my daughter pull off all my
clothes and ride me like a horse. The thought sent a pleasant surge up
my cock, stiffening the meat buried in my little girl's pussy. I was
getting hard again. Nothing kept me going like my little girl's sexy
12-year-old body.
I clenched her buttcheeks tight with both hands. "You've worked twice
now baby girl. My turn on top." She smiled and we rolled over, and
suddenly I was the one looming over her on my hands and knees on the
bed. She stretched and bit her lip in that little smirk of anticipation,
and I took in the delicious sight of my baby girl on her back, the silky
lingerie spread open from chest to crotch. I buried her with a kiss,
catching the sweet freshness of my little girl's taste still mixed with
the lingering tang of my cum, then we broke with a gasp and now it was
my turn to kiss my way slowly down her graceful neck to her chest.
I could have shoved my stiffening prick right back into her, but my baby
girl was a treat to be savored. My fingers brushed her skin then
attacked the twin nubs of pink like playthings, twisting them, earning a
jerk and a little squeaky moan. I tasted the left one, then the right,
comparing, wrapping my lips around each one in a brief suck that ended
with a tiny pinch with my teeth. Shae wiggled under me, practically
thrashing, moaning and breathing rapidly like she had just been running.
Her nipples were almost unbearably sensitive. I moved down, massaging,
smelling, rubbing every inch of my little girl's tummy, licking lightly
around her navel then brushing her hips.
"Aahhha!" Her hands pushed reflexively at my head, squirming and
laughing. Ticklish too, if you knew where and how, and a father always
knew. "Agh! Ahaaahh!" I doubled down, making her legs kick.
"Sto!...St-Stop!" She was breathless now.
"What's that?" I asked with an innocent expression. "You want me to
stop?"
She gave me a sour look that faded into a defeated grin. I didn't get to
tease her nearly as much as she teased me. I licked down to just above
her cute little pussy lips, admired how they flushed red with
excitement, and gave her clit a brief flick.
She jerked up slightly, then collapsed back on the bedding. It didn't
take much to excite my daughter, and I knew every trick to make her purr
like a cat. I brushed my fingers over the slippery folds of her pussy,
covered in moisture, a steady trickle of my semen leaking out from
between them.
"Hey Daddy?" Her tone was melting butter. I looked up.
She flexed her hips and rolled over again, putting her head on the bed
and thrusting her butt in the air, looking back at me. My seed dripped
from her slit down onto her thighs. She reached back with one hand and
grabbed a cheek, pulling it slightly to the side.
"You did my pussy and mouth. Can you do this tonight too?"
The tiny hole of her anus greeted me, an inch above her slit, already
puckering with excitement.
I took one look at her wicked grin and burst out laughing. She wanted it
all, wanted her Daddy to cum everywhere in her before she'd be
satisfied. I left her purring on the bed and got the bottle of lube out
of our suitcase. I didn't need the help to fit into my 12-year-old
girl's pussy anymore, but her ass was another matter. Hopping back up
onto the bed, I pulled the filmy skirt up over her hips and pushed the
whole thing up past her waist into a bundle around her chest, then used
the bottle to coat my fingers with goo. Shae pushed her head against the
pillow and kept her butt in the air, holding both cheeks back with her
hands, and I added a large dollop to the top of the crevice and began to
work it gently around her tiny hole.
"Ok hon, remember how we practiced. Just take a deep breath and relax.
I'll get you ready." She nodded and dropped her hands, clenching the
edge of the bedspread instead.
I rested a fingertip against the quivering gap, feeling it twitch. I had
held off for several years even after Shae had first seen anal sex in
the pornos we liked to watch. If there was a place that I might still
actually hurt her, it was here, and my daughter wasn't a porn star, no
matter how many we had watched together. I was always very careful. A
few gentle taps, and I felt her reflexes respond to the pressure. She
was ready.
I went slow, ringing the gap before pushing gently but insistently,
rotating my finger just a little bit in the lube until I felt her
sphincter pop around the tip. Shae tensed up with a startled inhalation.
"Doing good baby girl." I felt the little muscle tremble around my
finger, then submit. "Just breath." She nodded into the pillow.
The gripping ring loosened slightly as I pushed it into the space
inside. My daughter's ass was a sweet heaven, clenching tightly and
spasming around my intrusion. Shae flinched again, then relaxed visibly,
shifting her head against the pillow and giving a whimpering moan. I
used the bottle to add more lube and then pushed a second finger in
beside the first.
"mmmmMMMMMPHHHH!"
Shae gasped, shoulders tightening. "I'm ok Daddy," she said, before I
could ask. "Keep going."
I worked my fingers in and out slightly, gauging the waning resistance,
adding another generous helping of lube and ensuring that the gooey
fluid coated everything inside and out. The twitching was muted now,
muscles accepting their position. Shae's breathing had steadied again.
Using my other hand, I added a huge gob of lube to my cock and spread it
thoroughly with my fingers, leaving extra fluid at the tip. It throbbed
in my hands, aching with hunger for the hole I had prepared. After
signalling a reassuring squeeze on my daughter's butt and getting a nod
in return, I lined up my erection at her anus, then gently slipped my
fingers out and pushed my cock inside in one smooth motion.
"mmmaaAAAAGH!" Shae squealed into the pillow as the ring snapped over
the head of my prick, squeezing angrily at first and then easing, like
someone who has seen a stranger and realizes it is an old friend. Her
head jolted and stilled. She looked back at me, eyes stinging with brief
tears, watching her Daddy penetrate her behind.
The gooey rush of my daughter's tight ass pulsed up my prick in thready
waves. I held steady and gave her a minute, resisting the urge to shove
more inside, savoring the feel. Being in Shae's ass was different than
being in her pussy or mouth, clenching instead of squeezing, sloppy from
the lube, a restrained throbbing instead of the excited spasms of her
pussy or the working cheeks of her mouth. I kept my hands on her hips,
squeezing tightly, until she wiggled them, urging me to go in farther.
Slowly, gently, I pushed in another inch, burying the head firmly into
her asshole, feeling the hum of her approaching orgasm like lightning
under the surface. Shae trembled under me like glass about to shatter. I
pulled out slightly, added more lube, and then pushed again, keeping a
very gentle stroke, undemanding, fitting a good couple inches of my cock
into my little girl's rear end. It was more than enough. Her own
mounting excitement buzzed up through our rigid connection until we were
panting together in time, thrusting slightly, the ringed lip of her anus
gliding its way around the wide girth of my cock.
Her clenching fingers and wild cry into the pillow came at the same
instant the storm burst into my head, sweeping us away in a wild current
of seething passion, the conjoined climax of a father in intimate
coupling with his loving daughter. Her round butt vibrated under my
hands, wiggling ecstatically around the iron rod buried inside it. A
frothing eruption rocketed up my cock, followed by a frantic series of
spurting deposits that rapidly filled the space inside my daughter with
a creamy flood of her father's seed and overflowed even farther into her
depths. I held on, dizzy, fingers clamped over her lurching hips until
the thundering explosion in my brain had ebbed to a dull sizzle.
The whiteout of my senses faded to a dull haze. Frantic, rushed
breathing. Slippery sweat, warmth on my legs. A faint pulse of blinding
ecstasy, receding to dusk. We were on the bed, somehow, Shae spooning up
against me, nuzzling the arms I had wrapped around her. My softening
prick was pressed up against the sticky mess of her crotch. My heart was
still beating frantically, awash in the warm tide of a tapering orgasm
that didn't seem to want to go away completely. I felt like I was still
inside her, still pumping semen into my baby girl's tight holes while
she shuddered and cried out.
My consciousness felt out the scattered ruins of my brain. She finally
did it, I thought distantly. She finally broke me. They'd have to cart
me away to a mental hospital, a catatonic vegetable mentally locked into
the final overload of explosive joy from having every hole of his loving
daughter wrapped around his cock in one night. My arms ached. My crotch
ached. I couldn't move, my body drained of every mote of vital energy.
Everything was a pink haze.
A small hand wrapped around my own, five squeezing fingers pulling me
back to Earth. We stirred together, and clarity returned at last. The
bedding was a wreck, twisted around into a nest that barely covered us.
Tepid fluid was drying on my crotch. Shae yawned and snuggled closer to
me one last time before drifting off into a blissful sleep with a
satisfied smile on her face.
I dozed with her for a time, holding the warm bundle of my little girl
in my arms, feeling her breathing steady and her muscles slacken. Sleep
danced out of reach. I kept nodding off and then waking up again,
restless thoughts swirling in my head. You could always make everything
alright, she had said. You were always there for me. Those things went
both ways. She had been so emotional tonight, more than I had ever seen,
and something about it worried me.
Finally I got up, frustrated. Shae murmured and rolled over in bed when
my arms left her. I switched off the track lights, plunging the room
into darkness, then went to the window and peeled back the curtain,
letting the gentle shimmer of the cityscape shine in.
I watched it for a while, leaning against the sill, naked. Lights from
the skyscrapers blinked on and off, and others moved slowly along the
glimmering rivers of the highways. An ocean of people, moving through
their lives, trying, failing, picking themselves up, risking, and
finding what they treasured in life and holding onto it. We leaned on
the people we loved most in our lives, and they leaned on us in turn.
I looked back at the bed. Shae was a dark, shadowed form of bare skin
and filmy white cloth lit in alternating bars by the uneven light, long
hair scattered over the sheets in golden tangles. I didn't know what I
would do without her. Really, I didn't. My brain seized up at the mere
thought of it, refused to go any farther - and therein lay the deep,
niggling core of worry that I had banished to the back of my mind but
been unable to fully erase.
The wide darkness of the night sky was failing in the east, lightening
slightly, almost imperceptibly. Satomi was out there, I thought, far to
the south in Marseille with her father. I wondered why she went by Suki.
I'd have to ask her. I had already resolved to visit them next year, if
we could. Maybe they would still be in France, or maybe they would have
moved back to Japan. We would visit, and I could see her again and meet
her father and see how they were doing. Something about it spoke to my
own need for answers, answers to a question I couldn't even identify. I
needed to see them, and I wasn't sure why.
Finally I went back and lay down again beside my naked daughter. I
didn't bother with the blanket - it was too hot anyway, and her backside
was plenty warm beneath the silky lingerie. Slipping my arm around her
was the most comforting thing in the world, and within minutes I drifted
off.
~*~
"Service! C'est le service d'étage, Monsieur!"
I sat bolt upright, blinking. The door handle rattled and the door
opened, and a maid began to pull her cart into the room.
"Oh!" Her face went red, embarrassed, at the sight of the naked man on
the bed. I looked around, terrified. Shae had vanished.
"Je suis désolé!" She backed out of the door and shut it behind her,
failing to notice how the covers next to me were shaking and giggling.
My heart began beating again. My lungs began working again. I hadn't put
the stupid card up on the doorknob. Hopefully she just thought I was a
drunk or a pervert who had a hooker last night. I wondered what she
would have done if she had come in and seen a naked man with his arms
wrapped around a 12-year-old girl in a scanty white garment with the
front open and a mess of dried fluids on her legs. I wondered if she had
noticed that an adult and a child were booked in this room, but the
other bed was still pristine.
No point in wondering. I shook my head to dispel the sleepy fog. We
hadn't got our wakeup call. It was late.
"Is it safe now Daddy?" Shae peeked her head out like a mole, grinning
with sarcasm. I dove under the covers, chuckling maniacally as I pulled
the sleepy girl out into the open, laughing and wiggling. We wrestled
for a moment, then collapsed against each other.
"We didn't miss the plane did we?"
I looked over at the clock. It wasn't even noon.
"Nope. Still have several hours," I yawned.
She rolled over, brushing her naked body up against me. "Want to take a
shower with me?"
I stared up at the ceiling. The brief terror had stirred my head again
with the restless thoughts that had occupied me last night and swirled
distressingly in my dreams. That close. Just a woman walking in at the
wrong time. I rolled my head over and looked at my daughter grinning at
me, her eyes full of sleepy mischief, probably planning to steal my
clothes again. What would I do to keep her? In the end, what did I
really want? I banished my reflections and reached over to rub her cheek
in my hand, concluding that at that very moment, with her snuggled up
against me, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more out of life than
to share a shower and breakfast with my baby girl.
"Sounds great. Let's go."