1. Daddy? I whispered.. pt2


    Date: 2/29/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Hardcore, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 54.5, Source: sexstories.com

    later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large body encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room. "Nothing," I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my only covering, a robe I'd bought just for tonight. God, he's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two inch muscular body seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step. "And dinner?" he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the light tapping on the door and Daddy pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an thin, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish laden cart. "Monsieur, Madame," he wheezed through smoke damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His eyes rushed to my cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the thin silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blond curls. It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the table, continually taking quick glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward. "You might have given the poor man a heart attack" Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me. "Well at least some men find me attractive Daddy." "You're wearing your pearls," he finally responded as we both sat at the table. "You said they were for Paris Daddy," I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe ...
    opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. "Do you like them?" I asked. "They're beautiful honey," he whispered, not even noticing the pearls as he drank me in. We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the places we'd heard about all our lives. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we'd soon see in person. Finally the meal was over and as Daddy wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the living room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe open, and knew my full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but didn't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower my last remaining inhibitions with my father. "Sit with me Daddy," I said, patting the seat next to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the middle of the room. Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine. "You're as bad as the bellboy," I giggled nervously, my sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the next few minutes were so vital to my future happiness. He moved towards me, and wrapping his arm around my ...
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