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John came through the front door of his two-story Victorian home, dropping his briefcase by the coffee table and loosening his tie. He looked at his watch. Eight pm. He sighed; another long day. Strutting into the kitchen, he could swear he could feel his thick, dark hair turning grey. John fixed himself a strong drink and took a seat at the breakfast bar, his thoughts still on work.
Being a CEO of a major company was a hard job; John had almost twenty years of that experience. Not only was he near perfection at his job, he had kept his body in check too. Most men at fifty-two years old have let their waistbands expand and hair turn grey, accepting growing old.
John knew he was getting old, but he certainly wasn’t going to let himself go. He exercised regularly and dyed his hair whenever he spotted a grey hair.
‘Fifty-two years old.’ John thought ruefully to himself. He could hardly believe it. It seemed only yesterday he was 29 years old and getting married. He worked his ass off to rise in his job, to support his wife, and finally, at the remarkable age of 34, he got the promotion to CEO. Nine months to the day after he was promoted, Linda and John had their first baby; a girl. They named her Isabella.
John loved Isabella; he worked hard, but he always made time for Isabella. Isabella became a total daddy’s girl. As she got older, she and her mother got into more and more fights. More often than not, John took Isabella’s side in the fights. This created fights between John and Linda. But that wasn’t all they fought about. Finally, when Isa was fifteen years old, Linda left them. John got the divorce papers soon after, which he immediately signed. He was given sole custody of Isabella, which suited both John and Isa just fine, and what was even better, Linda didn’t even ask for any of his hard earned money. She had left him for some rich, famous doctor.
This was more than perfect for John. He didn’t want that bitch to have any of his money. His money was for him and Isabella. There was more than enough to last Isabella well after he died.
Isabella had taken the departure of her mother really maturely for a fifteen year old. Now, at three and a half years later, she had graduated high school a few weeks ago. However, when August came in two months, she wouldn’t be going to school. She had decided to take a year off, then go to school for interior design. John had been against the plan at first, but Isabella got her way in the end. She usually did.
John took another swig of his drink. He had put in his retirement papers recently. He only had a week left of work before he was officially retired. He planned on telling Isabella tonight.
Isabella. He thought of his daughter, her slim figure, 5’6 in height. He’d had more and more sexual thoughts of his daughter ever since she turned eighteen. John figured it was because he was finally acknowledging his daughter as a woman. He closed his eyes and pictured her B cup breasts and her curvy hips. Her long red hair flowing in between his legs as she engulfed his hard cock, her puffy red lips moving up and down….John çıtır escort quickly shook his head. He’d save that image for later, when he was jerking off.
John heard thunder in the distance and was about to call Isabella to see when she’d be home. She hated thunderstorms, and always tried to avoid driving in them because they scared her. Just as he was reaching for the phone, he heard the front door open and shut. “Isa?” He called.
“Hi daddy!” She called back. She walked into the kitchen, and John took in her small pink halter top, tied behind her neck, and her short black mini skirt. She walked over to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and kissed her head, inhaling the scent of her herbal shampoo. He felt a stirring in his pants and quickly let go.
“Would you like a drink?” He asked. She nodded. He began to fix her a drink as she sat at the breakfast bar. “So what’ve you been doing today?”
“Not much. I cleaned out the rest of the storage area and donated all the old stuff to Goodwill. Then Bobby and I went out for a while.” She replied.
John frowned slightly. He didn’t really like Bobby, Isabella’s boyfriend, but he wasn’t a dangerous person, so John allowed Isa to date him. “Did you have fun?” he asked, handing her the drink.
She nodded as she sipped it. “It was okay. How was work?”
John smiled. “I’m glad you asked.” He quickly filled her in on his retirement situation. Isabella was overjoyed.
“Oh daddy that’s great! With the year I’m taking off school, we’ll have tons of time to spend together!” She cried, jumping up to hug him. He laughed and hugged her back.
“Just get me through one more week of work and I’m all yours.” He said, smiling down at her in his arms.
By eleven that night, the thunderstorm John had heard earlier was in full force. John was laying in his king sized bed, reading and listening to the storm rage outside. He was just getting ready to go to put down the book and go to sleep when Isabella knocked on his door. “Come in!” He said. She opened the door and stepped inside, wearing a small nightshirt.
“Dad? Can I…” She jumped as a loud thunderclap sounded overheard. “Can I sleep in here tonight?”
John smiled and patted his bed. “Of course you can, Sweetie.” He said. Isabella scurried over and dove under the covers. John put down his book and switched off the light. As he lay down, Isabella curled up to him. He hugged her and kissed her head, smelling the herbal scent in her hair again. “Good night, Princess.” He said.
“Night Daddy.” She said. She slowly drifted off to sleep. John dozed off as well.
A short time later, a loud thunderclap woke John from his sleep. He was drowsy for a moment, and then his brain cleared up a little. He looked down. Sometime since they had fallen asleep, Isabella had turned so her back was to her John, and John was curled up behind her, spooning her, his arm draped over her waist. Isabella shifted a little in her sleep, wiggling her ass a little, grinding it into John’s crotch. Immediately his cock began to harden. escort demetevler John started to move, but as he moved back a bit, Isabella grinded her ass even harder into his crotch.
“Oh…Bobby…” she muttered in her sleep.
John froze. She thought she was with her boyfriend, Bobby. He didn’t know what to do. Should he continue? Slowly he moved his hand up her waist, gently over her stomach, and began to squeeze her breast gently. She moaned louder. He flicked his finger over her nipple through the thin material. He could feel her nipple harden.
Slowly John moved his hand from her breast, over her stomach to her thigh. He began to rub her thigh, getting nearer and nearer to her pussy. He could feel his cock getting harder. The closer his hand got to her pussy, the more heat he could feel the heat that was coming from it.
“Yes Bobby…” Isabella muttered, still asleep. “Please…I’m so horny…”
Slowly John pulled up the hem of her nightshirt to her belly button. He pulled back the covers and watched her, making sure she didn’t wake. Isabella slept on.
John slipped his finger into her pussy. His cock was straining in his P.J. pants now he was so hard. She was so wet! And she shaved her pussy, which John liked. He flicked her clit and listened as she moaned in her sleep. Then John slipped a second finger into her cunt and began to pump them in and out of her pussy. She moaned louder.
“Yes….oh yeah….finger fuck me!” Isabella cried out. She spread her legs wider. “Please…make me cum…ooooohhh yes!” she moaned. John entered a third finger in her and picked up his pace. He used his other hand to massage her boob and flick her nipples. Isabella finally cried out as she orgasmed, her hips bucking wildly against her daddy’s fingers.
As her orgasm subsided, John withdrew his fingers. He could hardly believe he had done that. Slowly he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, relishing his first taste of his daughter. He looked down at her and almost had a heart attack when he realized her eyes were open. He looked from his wet fingers to her pretty, round face, horrified. He couldn’t believe he’d been caught! “Baby, I…”
But Isabella cut him off. “Thank you daddy! That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time!”
John was astonished. “You’re…you’re not mad?”
Isabella smiled and shook her head. “Of course not daddy.”
John shook his head. “Well, you should be. This is wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“But daddy…I wanted you to do that. That’s why I came in here.”
“I thought that was because of the storm?”
“Well, partly. I don’t like them. But I’m not as scared of them as I used to be. I just used it as an excuse. I want you daddy.”
“Baby…what about Bobby?”
“I broke up with Bobby this afternoon. I was only saying his name to keep you going.” Isabella confessed. John was astonished; he couldn’t believe this was happening. Isabella’s green eyes wandered down to his cock, still straining in his P.J.’s. “I think I should escort dikmen take care of that for you, daddy.” She said.
“I don’t know, honey. If we continue this, we may not ever go back to the way things were.” John said. Secretly, he didn’t want to. He wanted her, his daughter. He realized that was sick; but he loved her and he wanted her. And if he was hearing her right…she wanted him too.
Isabella looked John in the eyes. “I want to continue.” She said. And with that she took off his pajama pants and let his cock spring free. Looking at him straight in the face, she reached her hand down and began to stroke his cock. “Have you ever thought about me daddy? Have you ever wanted to see your daughter naked?”
John nodded, enjoying his daughter’s gentle hands on his cock. He kept his eyes on her eyes as she jacked him off. Then, ever so slowly, and without breaking eye contact, Isabella lowered her mouth to his cock and took the head in her mouth. She sucked on it gently. “Mmmmm.” She moaned around his meat. She began to engulf him further. John moaned and ran his hands through her red hair, gathering it in a ponytail. She took her lips off his dick. “Do you like that daddy? Do you like my mouth on your cock?”
“Yes baby. Please…” John moaned again. “Please keep sucking on daddy’s cock.”
Isabella smiled and lowered her head obediently to her father’s cock, taking it again in her mouth and sucking it, massaging his balls with her free hand. John grabbed the sides of her head and began to fuck her face. He groaned loudly as he pumped in and out of his daughter’s red lips.
“Oh baby….” He moaned. Isabella removed her lips from his cock and pushed him on his back. She took off her nightshirt and flung it on the floor; then she straddled him, sliding his cock over her clit. She moaned.
“Daddy…can I fuck my daddy?” She asked, piercing John with her green eyes full of desire.
“Yeah baby….fuck your daddy.” John moaned. Isabella slammed her body down on his cock, taking all of him in her. John moaned again as Isabella began to ride him. “Yeah…ride daddy’s cock baby…” John’s hands roamed to Isabella’s breasts and he began to squeeze one in each hand, making her moan.
“Oh daddy….yeah squeeze my tits daddy!” She yelled, pumping her soaking wet pussy on his cock.
John grabbed her waist and quickly flipped her so she was underneath him. He grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, driving his cock in and out of her.
“Oh…oh…OH..OH…OHHHHH!” Isabella screamed as she had her second orgasm of the night. “YES DADDY! YES! YES! YEEEES! I’M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK DADDY! I’M CUMMING!”
John began to fuck her harder, his balls slapping against her round, fleshy ass. “Oh baby…I’m going to cum inside your sweet pussy, okay baby? Do you want daddy to cum in your pussy?”
“Yes! Yes daddy!” Isabella panted. “Please…give me your cum! Cum inside me daddy!”
With a grunt and a final thrust, John released his cum inside his daughter’s steaming pussy. Spurt after spurt of John’s hot cum shot up inside his daughters’ pussy. Panting, he collapsed next to her on the bed, his cock softening.
They both knew that things had changed so quickly. Silently they both acknowledged and accepted that fact. John and Isabella slowly drifted off to sleep in each others’ arms, as both father and daughter, and as lovers.
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