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TEASING DADDY'S COCK, part 1
She tossed her unruly shock of black hair from her face, and turned her green eyes on him. Her voice became confidential, and she leaned closer, putting her hand on his arm. He couldn't help but notice her long nails were polished the same out of fashion shade of bright red as her lips. "You know why it took me so long to get ready?"
"I thought you were just cooling off," he said.
"Yes, sir. I was." She leaned even closer, pressing her soft breast against his biceps. He knew instantly there was no bra under that pink T-shirt. Her breath was warm in his ear, sending chill bumps down his neck. "But I wanted you so much I had to masturbate. I kept thinking of you the whole time, wishing it was your penis in me instead of my own silly fingers.
"And I couldn't really get satisfied by myself. I still have to have you in me." Her voice became even softer, her breath even warmer. "I'll bet you're real big, aren't you?"
Miraculously, the waiter arrived with apple pie al-la-mode, saving him from having to reply. The sweet ice briefly soothed the tightness his hoarse dry throat. "Daddy, my are so tired from walking through those stupid airports all day, won't you rub them for me?"
Instantly, without waiting for a response, two tiny girl appeared in his lap, sans socks. "I couldn't bear to put those dirty socks back on, and my are so hot in my tennis shoes. Please rub them." She wriggled her toes against his cock under the table cloth enthusiastically, causing his member to swell involuntarily from the sensation.
Her were smooth and soft, almost as soft as her breasts, he thought. And her toes look perfect with that red polish on their nails. She sat primly, spooning small bites of her ice-cream and pie. She wiped her mouth daintily as he massaged her soft . Her soles moved slowly up and down against his growing erection, rubbing exquisitely, and at the same time innocently, against his thickening cock as she sipped the ice-cream. Both of them pretended not to notice for long minutes as his erection hardened and began to throb beneath her .
"Eat your ice-cream, Daddy. My are fine now, and your ice-cream is melting and getting your pie crust all soggy." He reached absently for his plate and spooned up a bite, hardly noticing the rich flavor. It could have been wet paper. Even without his hands massaging her bare , she let them remain in his lap, moving them slowly and rhythmically against his erection. He tried to concentrate on finishing his desert. It was almost tasteless.
"I didn't wear any underpants either," Michelle commented. "Do you think my luggage will be in tomorrow?" Dan shook his head affirmatively, fearing to speak because of the tightness in his throat. By the time his plate was almost finished, he was clenching his thighs together to keep from coming in his pants. Just as he knew he couldn't hold back another second, Michelle squeezed his cock one last time between her bare soles and pulled her away. Smiling smugly, she bent to tie her shoes under the table.
"I liked doing that to you," she commented as she tied her laces. She looked up through a fringe of dark bangs and smiled, reaching up into his lap. The pretty dark haired nineteen-year-old raked her nails briefly across the swollen bulge in his pants. "You were almost going to , Daddy, I could feel it.
"Daddy. I wanted you to fuck me today. While I was all tied up. I was so horny waiting for you to come in and see me all tied up and sexy. I almost went crazy from being so turned on. And I couldn't even touch myself while I waited. My pussy was on fire, and I couldn't do anything about it. I waited hours for you to see me and get all hard and horny, then take your big hard cock out and fuck me." Her nails raked across his erection slowly. He felt her nails scraping across every thread. "That's why I stopped before you could . That's how I felt this afternoon. I'm still horny you know, and now you are too, so I guess that makes us even, doesn't it."
As she finished tying, she stood and looked her stunned and hopelessly aroused father in the eyes. "But we can make up for it later." Her jeans were tight, and the seam below the zipper was squeezing high up between the outer lips of her prominent mound. He watched her bottom swing in her tight blue jeans as she stood and headed for the exit.
So, she thought it hadn't affected him to find her helplessly spread eagle. And after her little cock teasing, he wanted her doubly bad. He pretended to fiddle with his wallet and check book under the knowing smirk of the waiter, hoping his erection would subside before he had to stand up.
***
He'd had restless nights before, he remembered, as he tossed under the covers. Somehow he had rejected her advances all evening, but the night was wearing on, and sleep wouldn't come. He tucked the sheet around his bare chest, and readjusted the band of his cotton pajamas at his waist. He normally slept in the nude, but with Michelle in the house, he had pulled on a pair of loose boxers, and they bothered him, too.
No matter how he lay, his semi-hard erection bothered him. He was too hot, then too cool. The pillow was lumpy, and the covers were binding. He just couldn't sleep. Visions of Michelle writhing with desire, tied naked and helpless across the bed he was now lying in, played continually in his head. A trace of her perfume clung to the pillows. It seemed like hours had passed.
He reached for the picture of her spread-eagled on his bed and stared at it, thinking of her hot breast in his palm, the look in her eyes as he manipulated her nipple to remove the ring, the way the nipple had hardened under his touch. He stroked his cock slowly, almost ready to masturbate himself as Michelle had confessed she had done earlier, when there was a sound of bare tiptoeing down the hallway. He barely had time to put the photo away.
"Daddy, I couldn't sleep. Could you?" Her voice was a whisper as she stood profiled by moonlight in the darkness. Silvery light filtered through blue curtains. Her arms were folded across her slender tummy, as if she were cold. It only served to press her mother's old negligee, against her body, accenting the silhouette of her high, firm breasts. He wondered why he'd chosen that one. It had been one of Marie's favorite ones to wear for getting things started on their special nights.
Even in the darkness, he could see the glint of moonlight on the tiny rings piercing the chubby stalk of her nipples. His eyes followed her slender waist down to the dark "V" of fine, curly hairs. She hadn't put her dirty panties back on, and she was visibly bare beneath the transparent gown . His cock rose to full stiffness in appreciation.
"I want you to hug me," she pleaded in a little girl voice. "Can't I get in with you?" He slipped back a little, and lifted the covers for her to climb in. She turned her back to him and moved closer, pressing herself into his arms.
Dan knew he couldn't hide his excitement if she felt his rock hard erection, so he slipped down to avoid touching her softly swelling bottom cheeks with his shaft. Curled up as she was in his arms, it served to bring his aching erection into direct contact with the bare soles of her . She wriggled her soft toes, moving her soles against him. As she moved, his cock easily slipped naked and erect from the opening of his boxers, and she squeezed her soles firmly around it, snuggling even closer in his arms.
"Daddy," she whispered in the quiet darkness. The bare soles of her were warm and soft against his naked cock. She moved them slowly up and down over his rigid shaft. He held her closely without moving. "You're not going to are you? You won't will you?"
"Daddy, I'm glad I turn you on." Her were moving very slowly. "I polished my toe nails just for you." She wriggled her toes and it tickled underneath his heavy balls. He was quite swollen.
"They're red you know," she whispered, making his cock throb between her slowly moving . His mind worked overtime imagining her , with glistening red painted toe nails working his cock under the covers.
"Daddy, do you like it? I'm turning you on again, you know. I wish you wanted me tied up. I won't stop you if you want to put those handcuffs on me right now and just have me. Please?" He made no move to take his daughter, or to move away. The numbers changed over and over on his digital clock.
Dan held still, almost ready to shoot as she petted him with her toes and tiny . She took one of his hands and placed it around one soft breast under the covers. The golden ring tickled his palm. He held perfectly still, his boiling in his testicles, so close to orgasm he'd at the slightest thrust of his cock against her. She was barely moving her soles against him. It was more than enough to keep him on the brink, but not quite enough to make him .
"Don't ," she, continuing to minister to his cock, wriggling her toes. "Just hold me, Daddy. Maybe tomorrow we can do it. Tomorrow you'll have to tie me up and make love to me. You'll have to." She continued to massage his erection gently, just barely moving, He held her tender breast softly as his erection throbbed between her . She kept him teetering almost at the edge of coming.
"Tomorrow, Daddy. Don't tonight, OK? Do you promise?" The soft toes, petting and masturbating him between her was so arousing, he wondered how much longer he could hold back his juices.
Then softly, as he teetered on the crumbling edge of orgasm, she softly moved her away, leaving him painfully stiff and unrelieved. He realized she had fallen asleep in his arms, leaving him with his hands full of sleeping nineteen-year-old flesh. He smoothed his hand down her side to pet her firm, warm bottom. His cock continued to throb inches from the warm moist pussy he wanted so badly.
***
"Hi, Daddy. You're home early." She was exuberantly bouncy as usual. He tossed his coat over the familiar hook, and let her give him a hug. It was impossible to ignore the press of her large breasts against his chest as she pressed herself to him. "Come on in here, I've got a surprise for you."
The cake on the kitchen table was painstakingly decorated. He wondered what special occasion it was. She pushed him down on the kitchen stool, so fast he almost fell off the back edge. She still fluttering about excitedly. "I have to blindfold you for the surprise," she said, pulling a red scarf about his face, "Now keep your hands by your sides. This is going to be good, so no peeking."
Dan couldn't see a thing, but his senses seemed to sharpen. He waited patiently for his surprise. Acrid fumes of a match being struck, plates clicking. The silverware drawer rattled. She placed something across his lap, probably a napkin, and she did something behind the stool which he couldn't quite figure out.
The smell of fresh cake appeared under his nose, and she batted his hands away so she could feed it to him herself . Michelle lifted the lower edge of the blindfold a bit to push the sweet bites into his mouth. The cake was moist and rich, she could certainly cook, he realized. Almost as good as her mother.
She hopped up into his lap, and hand fed the cake to him. He managed to gulp down two slices, with his daughter holding the bites to his mouth. She could even hold a glass of milk for him without spilling a drop. Her voice was muffled as they talked with her mouth full of cake.
She kept him on the stool after the cake, and he could hear her fussing about, doing this and that, as he waited. Finally, she said, "Now, Daddy, there is just one more thing. Here, let me hold your hands."
Michelle pulled her daddy's hands up and over his head. He clasped his fingers behind his head waiting. He realized too late that things were not as he'd expected. The quick ratchet of handcuffs around his wrists brought him out of his reverie. He tried to pull away, but too late. The handcuffs were attached by a chain to the top rung of the stool. It seemed she'd thought of everything, for when he tried to stand, a loop had been placed around his waist, which she quickly cinched tight, holding him to the seat of the stool. With the blindfold on, handcuffed, he couldn't resist as his daughter caught his ankles and pulled them behind the back legs of the stool and clicked them into tight cuffs connected to the top rung of the stool and his wrist cuffs. In only a few seconds, she'd tied him tightly to the seat of the stool, helplessly cuffed hand and , and blindfolded too.
"What do you think you're doing!" he demanded. Her hands were already in his lap, unbuckling his belt. But there was nothing he could do about it as she opened his fly and pulled out his cock.
"Well, Daddy, there were some questions I want to ask you about the other afternoon," she purred, "Remember how you treated me when you had me tied up?
"At first, I wanted to tie you up and tease you and make you beg to fuck me. But then I thought I'd better find out if there's some reason why you really don't think I'm sexy, and I needed to make sure you stayed put so I could get really good answers."
He couldn't see Michelle because of the blindfold as she climbed back up in his lap with her thighs astride his knees. His cock lolled out of his zipper, hanging across his balls. He felt a twinge as she reached between them and petted his soft cock until it was semi-hard.
"Well, Daddy, you've been having such a hard time making love to me the way I want you to, so I thought you might need some help."
Dan was just beginning to realize the predicament he was in. He knew he was in for quite a ride. Tied to the stool, with a beautiful young girl in his lap...
"Daddy... I'm really horny already, and I can feel myself getting wet already... and I know you are too." Sure enough, his cock was throbbing harder, even though she wasn't touching it yet. He wished she would pet it just a little.
She looked down at his engorged cock and smiled. "The only problem is that I can
do something about it whenever I want to, unlike you." Michelle leaned against him.
Her soft breasts engulfed his face, almost smothering him beneath the blindfold, and he
suddenly realized she was naked in his lap.