Bob Wallace: Daughter_s pet peeve

Unable to make up her mind what to wear, she grabbed her soft pink terry robe and wrapped it around her naked body. In a way, it was the perfect piece of clothing. It came off easy. She giggled naughtily and left, hurrying to join her father at breakfast, Claudius at her heels.

Neil looked up from his coffee. Melissa was standing timidly in the doorway, her face scrubbed clean, her robe tied securely around her slim waist. She looked like an angel with her blonde hair framing her innocent features. In the light of day, he knew he could never go through with it, even if she wanted to and he was sure she wouldn't. What had happened between them last night was insanity, brought on by a chance encounter when their defenses were down. She would see it this way too.

"Hi, baby."

"Good morning, Daddy." Her heart was beating in her throat. He looked so handsome sitting there. Her stomach churned. She walked over to him, the scent of his after shave encircling her head in an erotic cloud. "You smell good this morning."

"So do you, kitten," he said. "Clean. You sleep okay?"

"Like a baby," she sighed, standing next to his chair. "Like a baby."

He patted her ass like always, trying to lift the sexual tension that was heavy between them. His action didn't come off like it always had in the past. Now it was more than a friendly touch. Behind the ass pat, lay the sexual encounter of the night before. He was sorry he had touched her just now. "You'd better eat and get dressed. I thought we'd spend the day at the zoo. I haven't taken you there since you were a baby."

His touching her ass had sent hot flashes all over her body. She frowned, her lower lip stuck out in a pout. "I thought we'd stay in today." Her eyes were misting. "I… I… thought… last.. night… " The sentence hung heavy. The room reeked of the attraction they felt for each other.

"I was wrong, baby," he said sadly. "Things got out of hand last night." He avoided her hurt expression, looking down at his cup of coffee.

"You… said… " she argued weakly, holding back the tears.

"I was wrong."

"You were right." She bent forward, kissing her father on the lips, softly at first, expressing her love, then more demanding, expressing her passion. She plunged her tongue into his warm mouth. She was desperate. She wanted him and intended to have him.

"Baby, baby," Neil groaned as his daughter came away from his mouth. "I… I…"

"I'm not a baby," she snapped, hating his pet word for her for the first time in her life. "I'm not a baby!"

Melissa tore at her robe, throwing it on the floor, baring herself for her surprised and startled father. "See. I'm a woman." She was trembling inside, her stomach doing cartwheels, her heart trying to decide whether to come out of her throat or sink into her stomach.

A knot formed in the pit of his groin as he averted his eyes from his naked daughter.

"Look at me, Daddy," she pleaded. "You wanted me last night and I wanted you. I still want you." She hugged him, rubbing her naked flesh against him while he sat like a statue on the kitchen chair. "Feel me, touch me. I'm the same as last night when you put your hand between my legs and touched my pussy." She felt him shudder and she continued, not wanting to let up for a minute. "Touch my pussy again, Daddy. Pleeeease. See how wet it is. I want you."

Neil held himself tight, refusing to yield. He wanted his daughter Melissa, but refused to give into his desires. "No," he said, his voice lacking conviction. "You're still a baby!"

"No, I'm not, Daddy," she sobbed, rubbing her body up against him, running her fingers through his hair, and caressing his face. "I'm a woman and I want to be your woman." She tried to put his hand between her legs, but he was too strong, keeping his arm pinned to his side. "I want you to fuck me, take my cherry."

She stepped away from him, her tits heaving as she brought herself under control. If she intended to have him, she knew she must keep her senses and not go off the deep end. "You won't look at me because you want me as badly as I want you."

"It's true, but we can't."

"Yes we can, Daddy," she purred, sliding around the table, wanting him to see all of her. "My tits are soft, my pussy is wet. I belong to you, Daddy. I'll take mommy's place."

He looked up, devouring her with his eyes. Her perfect tits capped in a blushing pink, her slim waist, and her blossoming hips all hinted at the woman that was locked inside her lithe figure. She was an exquisite sculpture, a figurine of expensive ivory.

With a determined look, she stared him down. "If not you, then Claudius," she threatened. "I'll fuck Claudius. I'll do all the things I wanted to do with you and do them to the dog… the way you wanted mommy to do."

She snapped her fingers. The Great Dane came forward, his long tongue hanging out. "Lick me, boy. Lick my pussy." She leaned against the table and parted her legs, using her fingers to separate the folds of her cunt, exhibiting her virgin slot to his brooding dark brown eyes. "Lick! Lick!"

Her ass squiggled on the table's edge as Claudius licked with enthusiasm. Her father watched, his eyes glued to his woman-child and the dog lapping hungrily at the oozing juices from her virgin pussy.

The dog's tongue slithered between the puffy folds of her cunt, droplets of creamy fuck juice clung to his whiskers, and he slurped on her hot pussy mound, his cold nose burrowing between her lush thighs. "Yesssss, Clauiusss," she hissed, her eyes, ice-blue flames, boring into her father. "His tongue is pushing against my cherry. I want his cock! I wanna fuck!"

The dog's sweeping tongue and the emotional upheaval of trying to seduce her father all meshed together, coming to a head in the impressionable youngster. She humped fanatically, her ass banging against the table, her pussy ramming into the dog's snout.

Neil watched, entranced by what he saw. It was, in the light of day, even more astounding and erotic than last night. The passion and desire to possess his daughter finally overpowered him and he stood up and swept his little girl into his arms.

Claudius, deprived of his meal, barked in annoyance.

"You can have her later," Neil said. "For now, she belongs to me."

"Ooooooo, Daddy! I'll belong to you forever." She snuggled in his broad muscular arms as he carried her out of the kitchen, the anxious dog by their side, whining what seemed to be his approval.

"Your bed, Daddy," she sighed. "I'm your woman now and I want to fuck in your bed."

"Then, it'll be our bed," he corrected, his long determined strides taking him to the master bedroom where for so long the passionate cries of love-making had been absent.

He kicked open the door and deposited her on the bed, leering hotly down at her tiny frame. She was her mother, smaller and more delicate, but just as sexual and luscious with the added bonus of enjoying animals. He pushed his ex-wife out of his mind. She was no longer important to him. The child on the bed, the product of their union, was the only important thing in his life, a life they would share until she matured into a full woman and picked a man to spend the rest of her life with.

Melissa couldn't wait. "Hurry, Daddy," she whimpered, cutting into his thoughts. "Make me your woman." She spread her legs, her virgin pussy on display for her father's joy and use. "Fuck me!"

Her whimpering cries of passion burned into his soul He tore at his clothes, throwing them carelessly onto the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Great Dane about to jump on the bed and enjoy the exotic delights of his daughter. "Stay!" he commanded firmly, his voice booming throughout the room. "Stay!"

Claudius whined, sat down, then dropped to his belly, lying on the floor, a dejected animal.