Author Unknown - Glenda gets hers

He heard the front door bang, and his ears pricked up. He heard Glenda's dainty foot-fall on the hail floor, and unwitting lust crept through his sweaty balls.

"Daddy?" Glenda called in her silvery, musical tones.

"Yes, honey?" Rupert called back.

"I'll be down in a minute!" she cried, and he heard her going up the stairs.

A few minutes later, Glenda called from the top of the stairs, "Daddy! Come upstairs! I've got a surprise for you!"

Rupert grunted, getting to his feet and striding towards the stairs. The big law enforcement officer felt a trifle groggy from all the beer he had consumed, but he was always ready to oblige his darling daughter.

"Where are you, Glenda?"

"In your room, Daddy!"

Rupert walked through the threshold of his room and gasped. It was festooned with crepe paper and glowed with the light of many candles. Glenda stood beaming in the center of the room, holding out a cake with white frosting, covered with little candles. The bed was heaped with packages, and a bottle of champagne on ice rested on his bed side table.

"Oh, Glenda! You shouldn't have!" Rupert exclaimed, truly moved.

"Of course I should! My darling Daddy deserves only the best!" Glenda cried merrily, setting down the cake and giving her father a big kiss.

Her lips felt warm and supple against his, and an uncontrollable surge of kinetic heat rippled through the brawny cop as his buxom daughter's mouth brushed his.

Glenda looked dazzling. She was wearing a sexy crimson dressing gown, knotted at the waist with a red velvet belt. The gown had long sleeves and a high collar, which were fringed with fluffy white rabbit fur. Her thick red hair tumbled sexily around the shoulders of the gown.

"Come, Daddy," Glenda purred, taking his arm after they had each eaten a slice of cake. "Let's open the presents!"

Each gift was prettily wrapped in colored paper and tied with ribbons. Glenda plopped down in an antique rocking chair and watched impishly as her handsome father unwrapped his presents.

The first few gifts were pretty routine: slippers, a tie, a bottle of Rupert's favorite cologne, etc. Then they really started getting unusual and interesting.

"What's this for?" Rupert inquired, furrowing his brows as he held up two lengths of white rope.

The package contained a half dozen of these ropes, each one wound up and neatly tied with a red ribbon.

"Well, rope always comes in handy!" Glenda teased with a giggle, sipping from a glass of bubbly.

She watched impishly as her father unwrapped the next present. Rupert gasped and threw his daughter a frowning look. But he was unable to repress a smile when he saw the delighted look on her gorgeous face.

"I could run you in for this, young lady!" Police Chief Farrell thundered in mock anger.

The package contained an ounce of fragrant Acapulco Gold. Fine, aromatic marijuana – the very best! Several fat, rolled joints were tucked into the bag.

"Oh, don't be such a goody goody!" Glenda giggled. "Haven't you ever smoked grass before, Daddy? Even once?"

"No, ma'am," Rupert said firmly. "And it shocks me no end to know that you obviously have!"

"Daddy, you're the limit! Get with it! Pot is fun! It mellows you out! Police Chief or not, tonight your naughty little girl is going to get you stoned!"

Glenda lit up one of the reefers and took a deep drag. She passed it to Rupert, who hesitated for only a moment before puffing on it. He liked the way it tasted.

Strange, heated excitement was building within him. This was quite an unorthodox birthday party his little girl was throwing him!

Something was in the air, some secret, Rupert knew instinctively that he and his daughter were moving into excitingly dangerous territory…

The marijuana tingled through his senses subtly. At first, he didn't even realize what was happening, because he already had a buzz from the beer and champagne. Then it hit him, with a glorious splash of liquid heat.

Everything seemed rosy and warm and oh so sensual! Glenda looked exotic in her red, fur-lined dressing gown. He'd never seen in her that garment before. She was inclined to wear very revealing outfits which all but bared her stupendous knockers – knockers Rupert thought about incessantly, and longingly…

It struck him suddenly that it was odd that Glenda was wearing that gown now. It covered her body from neck to ankle. It hugged the shapely contours of her hour glass figure, however, showing off those high, proud breasts.

The next gift was a black leather riding crop. Rupert looked at it, puzzled, and then gaped at Glenda till she laughed.

"I thought you might want to take up horse back riding!" Glenda giggled teasingly.

"GLENDA!" Rupert cried hoarsely, scandalized as he opened the next package.

It contained a rather large vibrator, smooth and ivory white, complete with batteries! It was ten and a half inches long.

"You can give it to one of your lady friends, if you like, you sly dog!" Glenda giggled.

"Young lady, you are really naughty!" Rupert growled, but then he grinned.

Lust was winding its molten tendrils through his lower body. His heart was pounding and his hands felt clammy. He could hardly see straight. And Glenda kept passing him a joint to puff on, lighting one right after the other…

The last package was, quite obviously, a stack of magazines. Rupert supposed it was old issues of Sports Illustrated, which Glenda knew he liked to collect.

He was astounded to find that he was wrong. Very wrong! The luridly illustrated magazines were certainly about a primitive form of sport, but one not shown on public television very often.

They had titles like Bondage News, Rope, Bound Beauties, Tied amp; Whipped, Roped Sluts, etc. Each page of each magazine was chock full of shockingly revealing photographs of people doing outrageous sexual things to one another.

But all these pictures and magazines were about hot S amp; M scenes. Big, busty blondes, tied and gagged, clamps on their nipples, whip marks on their bare buttocks, got fucked from behind by powerful studs, some with leather masks, some with whips and belts, which they liberally made use of.

Thoroughly stoned, his head swimming on an erotic sea of dizzy sensation, Rupert flipped through the pages of the magazines without a word, his gray eyes blazing greedily as he drank in the lascivious images which gleamed glossily in the warm candle light.

Slowly, he looked up, a confused, rather stricken expression on his flushed, ruggedly handsome visage.

"Glenda, honey, uh, why… why did you give me these?" he croaked hoarsely.

Glenda shrugged, smiling at him voluptuously. Her vixenish hazel eyes strobed signals of unabashed desire at her sexy Dad.

"Because I thought it might be fun, Daddy," she purred, rising from the rocking chair.

She took a final sip of champagne and whirled around to face him, her eyes flashing as she unknotted the belt to her robe. Smiling sensuously, the buxom red-head let the dressing gown slip from her shoulders and fall in a crimson heap at her feet.

Rupert Farrell gasped aloud, his eyes rounding. He couldn't believe what he saw! He blinked and shook his head. No, it was true!

Glenda wore a shocking outfit. It consisted of a sexy corset-like ensemble made largely of black lace, so it was virtually transparent. This unusual corset curved into a half-brassiere, which cupped the lower slopes of Glenda's enormous, thrusting jugs, fully revealing her ripe, red nipples.

There was a big gash cut in the crotch of the gossamer piece of clothing, a gash fringed in red fur, and this gash revealed the fleshy gash of Glenda's hot cunt! Glenda had shaven her twat smooth as a baby's, and the moist, pouty lips gleamed in the candle light, coral pink and dewy with girl-lust.