With pleasure she kneeled before her father, her naked skin fresh and flushed from the shower and his loving touch. She spat on his cock and used her lips to spread it around his shaft. The sound of his groan was becoming an aphrodisiac to her.
He came quickly this time, giving her the proper warning, to which she simply licked at the slit in his dick until it came over her tongue and mouth. She asked him to rub it into her face, which he was reluctant to do at first… She was his dirty girl but he still worried about degrading her. It was sweet, she told him, but then took him to the back of her throat and let her spit and his sperm dribble down her chin. “It’s what I want…” she promised him. Or maybe demanded.
It was a sinful vacation from the morality outside their hotel room. At some point they had taken to each other’s bodies and felt free to explore. Falling asleep spooning was a new sensation for Katie. There wasn’t anyone to scare them, there was nowhere else she wanted to be. She fell asleep with his hand cupping her bare vagina.
* * *
Katie woke abruptly. It was early morning, almost 3 AM. For a moment she had to remember where she was, and who the large man with the erection was beside her. Oh, she remembered quickly, that.
Katie turned on her side and pulled the sheets back. His erection was pressed against her ass, fully prepared to play whether Dale was awake or not. She shifted and turned until she faced him.
Her breasts sloped from her body and slid against his skin. She lifted her right one and let it gently slip from her fingers. She trailed her hand down her side, over her flat stomach, back around her hip and the generous curve of her ass, and then back up her thigh to the hot, wet place between her legs. She reached out and squeezed his dick appreciatively and her father stirred.
What would happen? she wondered. Was this the last time? Would he forbid it? He was mad at her a little, she knew. How could he not be? But it wasn’t her fault.
Now, in the cool of the night, the complete blackness of the alien hotel room, she felt like another woman. She felt wrapped up in his masculinity so that only where his body ended she began, warm, open, waiting. Watching him sleep made her horny. And that wasn’t right. But since it was so wrong, she decided to do something she’d wanted to do since she was young and accidentally spied her father giving it to her mother. His dick had looked so pink then, so wet as it disappeared into her. Katie had been terrified and still amused, slipping away before either of them realized she’d seen. But it had stayed with her, that vision of her father as something other than the calm yet stressed working man she’d known all her life. That long, plunging beast had convinced her. There was not a little bit of the animal in Dale.
Katie curled up into a ball and pushed herself into her father’s chest. “Daddy,” she whispered.
Dale gradually came to life. “Huzzuh?” he said. Where was he? Soft breasts were nuzzling against him. “What?” he started. It was Katie.
“Daddy,” she whispered to his chest.
“What-what’s wrong?”
“Daddy, I’m scared…” she whispered. She gave his chin the softest kiss.
“What happened?”
Katie pulled her body against Dale’s and he felt her legs, her knees, her breasts and stomach lock against his own. The vibrancy of her skin compelled him to draw her deeper into himself.
“I had a bad dream,” Katie said. “There was a big monster and he… he wanted…”
“What did he want?”
Katie pushed her stomach into her father until his dick rubbed against her bellybutton. “Oh, daddy, what is that?” she cried out.
Dale had caught on. He pressed his penis against her belly and sunk his hands into her shoulder blades. “Maybe you’re still dreaming,” he said.
“Oh, daddy, don’t do it,” she pleaded. “Don’t do what the monster did.”
Dale took Katie and pushed her onto her side. With his big hands he drew her buttocks up against his crotch and swept the skin of her ass, her thighs. He slid his fingers into her crack. Then he gripped her firmly and lifted her leg.
“What are you doing, daddy?”
“I have to feed the monster, baby.”
“Oh, daddy,” she moaned. Her heart pounded against her chest. He knew what to do.
Dale squeezed her juicy thigh and arched his pelvis up until the tip of his cockhead parted her moistened folds. “Daddy wants to give you his monster,” he whispered into her ear.
“Don’t hurt me, dadd-,” she gasped. His right arm snaked under her pillow and reached around to clutch her breast. She gave a shrill cry when their bodies met, wet, squelching, fucking slowly, rhythmically. When she came she called him a monster. They must have gone on near an hour before her father pulled out of her and blew his load all over her thighs.
As she shook and trembled from his dominion over her he finally released her left leg. She closed her thighs and rubbed his seed into her skin.
* * *
Ryan knocked on the door. It was almost seven and they weren’t due out of the hotel until eight but he’d ask if Dale wanted to grab some breakfast.
When the door opened his eyes bugged and he had to take a step back. The girl was standing in front of him with a towel wrapped around her tits and her hair wrapped up in another. She was a knockout, fresh from the shower and her skin as sweet and supple as a cherry. Ryan swallowed and tried to combat his shock.
Katie smiled warmly at him and glanced back into the dark room. She wet her lips and whispered, “My daddy’s sleeping.”
“Hot damn!” Ryan hissed. “Your daddy’s a lucky guy.”
Katie winked. “He’s not bad. Sorry if I led you on last night.”
Ryan held his hands out. “Hey, all’s fair in love and hanky panky, right?” He shooked his head and stepped away. Then he stepped back and shook his head again. “You know he’s, ah, married, right?”
Katie put her finger to her pursed lips and shhh’d him. Then she turned in the doorway and caught his eye over her shoulder. “He’ll be down soon.” The towel suddenly fell from between her armpits and fluttered to her ankles. Ryan had to watch as the girl slowly bent down, gathered the towel and gently slipped it up over her round calves and up and over her ass. She left it there, the swell of her breasts just visible from between her arms. “Oops,” she chirped. “Clumsy me.”
The door closed softly and Ryan was left scratching his head and stumbling down the hall. “Damn, old man,” he muttered to himself, “hope that man eater left enough of you to fit in a carry-on.”