Temptation's Daughter
I work for a well known software company as a computer programmer.
Usually, my shift is from two in the afternoon until ten at night,
but one evening last summer, when the system crashed, we were told to
go home early. I drove the few miles to my house in deep
contemplation over a problem with a part of the design I was
currently working on. I parked the car in the driveway and walked up
to my front door. As I was about to open it I heard the loud sounds
of whooping and whistling coming from the living room on the other
side. At that moment in time, with other things on my mind, I had
completely forgotten that my wife was hosting a lingerie party for a
bunch of her work colleagues and friends. Temporarily oblivious of
this fact, I opened the front door and stepped into the living room.
After the initial silence that my entrance caused I was then
bombarded with shouts and screams from the women telling me to get
the hell out. I hardly heard them because my gaze was fixed on the
sexiest body I had ever seen standing in the middle of the room. My
jaw must have dropped open as I examined the slim figure wearing a
flimsy playsuit that comprised three pieces of small triangular
material joined by several thin webs of fine mesh. As I was pushed
towards the door by my wife, who also tried to turn my eyes away from
the vision before me, it finally dawned upon me that the model making
me drool was my very own daughter.

As the cool evening air hit my face I realised that I was sweating.
My wife ordered me to go to a bar and not to come back for at least
two hours. As I sat down to my fourth beer I still couldn't get the
image of my daughter, I'll call her Rani, out of my head. I'd always
thought of her as a bit of a tomboy. She has thick brown hair which
is cut into a bob and is always wearing T-shirts and baggy jeans, the
way kids do today; I've never even seen her in a swimsuit. I felt a
little guilty about the thoughts I was having but the more I drank
the more I thought about her.

When I got home Rani and my wife had gone to bed. What with the
effects of the beer and what I had seen earlier on, I was feeling
really horny. I slipped naked into bed next to my wife. She had her
back to me and didn't stir as I lifted the hem of her slip over her
hips. I let my hands wander over her butt and slowly move to her
pussy. As a tentative finger began to explore I realised that she was
quite wet. Encouraged by this I slipped my full length into her. She
made a few disparaging remarks about being asleep and that I should
have some consideration for her, but I just thrust away. Anyway, as
far as my mind was concerned, I wasn't fucking her, I was fucking
Rani.

Next morning I awoke early, showered, dressed and went downstairs. I
was surprised to see that Rani was already up. She was wearing her
normal T-shirt and jeans now and stood at the sink with her back to
me washing last night's dishes. I was a bit nervous about how she
might react so I thought a small joke was in order. 'Hey, Rani, I
almost didn't recognise you with your clothes on'

'That's not surprising Daddy', she began, turning her head towards
me 'you weren't exactly looking at my face last night, were you?' I
was knocked back on my heels by that remark, so I countered with I
didn't notice that she had been in a big hurry to cover herself up
while I was looking at her. She had a reply for that as well.

'I'm not ashamed of my body. Didn't you think I looked nice in that
playsuit Daddy?' I ignored the question and simply asked her if she
had bought the item.

'Don't be silly Daddy. Girls don't buy things like that for
themselves. Men buy them as gifts. If you want to, you can buy it for
me and I'll wear it in the house just for you'. I told Rani that her
mother would go crazy if she knew what we were talking about. 'It'll
be our secret Daddy, we don't have to tell Mommy anything'. Rani
turned back towards the sink and carried on washing the pots and
pans. It seemed as though the ball was very firmly in my court. I
walked up and stood right behind her, having decided to take a
chance. With a tremor in my voice I asked her how much the playsuit
was. Calmly, she told me the price. I took my wallet out of the back
pocket of my trousers, and held four bills in front of Rani's face.

'My hands are all wet Daddy. Put the money in the pocket of my T-
shirt and I'll order it after school.' I was a good head and a half
taller than Rani so it was easy to lean over her and place the folded
bills in her shirt pocket 'Make sure you put the money well in Daddy'
Rani began, 'I don't want it falling out'. I placed my left hand on
Rani's back just above her ass whilst my right hand came around front
of her to find her pocket. It was exactly over her small right
breast. I used the bills to find the opening and began to slide them
in. The pocket was quite deep, and as the money went in so did the
tips of my fingers. I gingerly felt the firmness of her hard nipple
and wondered if I had already gone too far. My doubts were dispelled
when, suddenly, Rani's head fell back onto my chest and she began to
softly groan. Her eyes closed and her full lips parted so I began to
turn and twist my daughter's nipple with enthusiasm. My left hand was
now firmly caressing Rani's butt as her head lolled from side to
side. All of a sudden we both heard the bedroom door open upstairs.
As my wife entered the kitchen Rani and I looked at each other like
two kids caught in the candy store. Luckily, any guilt that showed in
our expressions was lost on my wife.

For the next two weeks Rani and I hardly spoke. Maybe she was
embarrassed or had had second thoughts. However she felt, my lust was
still as high as it had been that morning in the kitchen. On a Friday
morning before work, I decided to do some repairs on the exhaust pipe
of my car. It was jacked up at the front and I lay underneath on one
of those flatbed trolleys that mechanics use. About ten o'clock I
heard the door open that leads into the garage from the kitchen. I
heard the familiar clicking of my wife's shoes as she walked across
the stone floor and stood in front of the car. I twisted my head and
saw her white stilettos impatiently tapping on the floor.

I was surprised that she was home from work three hours early, so I
thought it best to just slide out from under the car and find out
what the trouble was. As I pulled myself out, more and more of my
wife's legs became visible. When my gaze got to her knees I realised
that I hadn't yet seen the bottom of her hemline, which was most
unusual for her, especially on a work day. The more I came out the
more of her legs I could see. When I saw that they were bare up to
mid thigh I began to think my luck was in and that she'd come home
for some mid-morning nookie. It was only when I had fully cleared the
car that things became crystal. They were my wife's high heels
alright, but they were being worn by my daughter, Rani.

As I sat up and my eyes adjusted to the light I realised that she was
wearing the playsuit I'd asked her to buy. Slowly, I let my eyes
wander over Rani's body. After a minute or so I ordered her to turn
around. Lifting one high heeled foot off the floor, Rani pirouetted
gracefully around on the other and placed her hands on her hips. Her
gorgeous back was bare except for the thin straps that joined the
three tiny pieces of white satin covering her breasts and pussy. The
high heels accentuated her calf muscles and made her butt stick out
like it was begging to be fucked, and from her slim neck down to her
ankles, Rani's milky white skin was covered in a thick, glistening
layer of baby oil.

'Well, Daddy', Rani began, 'Do you like what you see?' I replied that
I liked the look of her very much. I asked her to walk around the
garage so that I could see her body in motion. Confidently, Rani
began to strut around the car, her legs made to look even longer by
the white heels and the fact that her hips were so slim. At last she
came to a stop in front of me. 'I know you paid a lot of money to see
me wear this outfit Daddy. But I wonder if I could tempt you to pay
twice the price to see me take it off?'

I heard myself agree to the deal and gave Rani eight twenties from my
wallet. 'You'd better follow me upstairs then. Oh and Daddy, take off
your work boots first' she said. Barefooted, I followed Rani up to
her bedroom. By the time I arrived she had pulled the curtains shut
and turned on the bedside light. It's glow reflected off Rani's oiled
body as she turned her back to me and faced a full length mirror,
enabling me to see all of her at once. At that point I could hardly
believe that I had actually paid my own daughter to strip in front of
me like she was a lap dancer in a bar. That thought and the guilt it
brought with it soon began to disappear as she slowly slipped the
thin strap from her left shoulder.

I watched her reflection in the mirror as she lowered the other
strap. At last the two pieces of satin began to fall away, and for
the first time I was staring at my daughter's pert, young breasts.
Then the flimsy garment was around her boyish hips and she teasingly
wiggled as it fell to the floor. Rani was now perfectly naked in her
bedroom with me, her father. I took a step towards her. I wanted to
have her. Rani told me not to be so fast and I stopped in my tracks.
She turned around and walked towards her bed. 'You can take me today
and anytime you like from now on Daddy', she began, 'but first there
is a price to pay'.

My hand went to my pocket and I pulled out my wallet. My lust was so
great that I was prepared to pay any price to fuck my daughter. She
told me to put my wallet away as money could not buy her body, I
didn't have enough for that. She said her price would be beyond
monetary value. When I enquired what it would cost me she asked me a
curious question. She wanted to know the name of the guy I worked
with that I didn't like too much. This was no great clue as I work
with quite a few assholes, so I asked her to be more precise. Rani
answered that the guy she was thinking of was big, older than me and
black. That could only be one person, my boss Mr Smith.

To say that I didn't like him is a bit of an understatement. Hate
with all my heart would be a better description. Since he became my
boss, about three years ago, he has taken every opportunity to
ridicule me in front of colleagues, associates, friends and family.
Last year, at the office Christmas party, I caught him with his hands
up my wife's short dress, groping her ass. I was hurt that she didn't
seem too upset about it but even more upset when, next day, he began
to brag around the office about how nice my wife's ass felt. I would
have gladly punched his lights out on many occasions but for the fact
that I need the job and that this guy is so big that he would
probably kill me.

I wondered how he could possibly be involved with the price I had to
pay. The answer came from Rani soon enough when I identified Smith as
the man she had been thinking about. 'If you want me Daddy, the price
you have to pay is to sit and watch in silence, as the man you hate
most in all the world, your boss Mr Smith, fucks the ass off me,
Rani, your only daughter' When I heard these words I rocked back on
my heels and felt a sickness in the pit of my stomach. This was too
high a price and I let Rani know it. Smith would make my life
unbearable if he had his way with Rani. It would be no secret around
the office and he would taunt me with tales of what he did to her and
how she loved it.

Rani picked up the bottle of baby oil and poured some of it onto her
breasts. As it dribbled slowly down to her flat belly, she walked up
and stood right in front of me. My eyes were locked on her as her
hands massaged the oil over her breasts and tummy. I could see the
oil ooze between her fingers and her nipples and then she caught a
drop just before it got to her bare pussy. Rani rubbed it in to her
pussy lips and then brought her finger up to her mouth and licked it
dry. 'I know it's a high price to pay Daddy. But all the rare things
in life are expensive. This is an opportunity that I'll never make to
you again. Agree to pay and you can play with me whenever you like.
If you refuse, you'll always be left wondering'

My dick was beginning to stiffen again and Rani could see that I was
close to breaking. She said I looked hot and her hands went up to the
top buttons of my coverall and began to undo them to make me more
comfortable. She stopped at my waist and commented that she'd always
loved my hairy chest. Rani began to rub her hands through the mass of
tight black hair that covered my torso. Then she undid the final few
buttons of the coverall, exposing not only my shorts but the huge rod
that lay inside. Rani knelt down so that her head was level with my
groin. 'You do seem excited Daddy', she teased, 'let me release your
big man from his prison'.

With that Rani slowly lowered my shorts over my dick. When it became
free it sprang up to attention. Rani was wearing some red gloss
lipstick and when she licked them my dick quivered. It was just two
inches away from her inviting little mouth. 'Are you sure I can't
tempt you to pay the price Daddy? I would so like you to play with me
till Mommy comes back.' My head was reeling in confusion. I was being
offered sex on a plate by my daughter but I'd be paying for the rest
of my life. I knew that there could only be one decision.

'I'll pay, Rani', I heard myself say, 'Please, put my big man in your
mouth' I looked down to see her smiling up at me. Teasingly, Rani
opened her mouth wide. At last, she took hold of my prick and pulled
it down so that she could slide it between her parted lips. That
first feeling as I entered the soft, warm mouth of my daughter will
never be forgotten. Her petite right hand held on to the base of my
dick as her head moved quickly back and forth along my shaft. Now and
then she would look up to me with those dark, smouldering eyes and
that would excite me even more. After just two or three minutes of
head I could feel my juices beginning to rise. I told Rani to stop as
I didn't want to come just yet.

'Don't worry Daddy, we've got plenty of time and I'm sure I can get
you hard again. Just relax and let yourself come' Listening to my
daughter talk to me like that did it. I asked her to blow me real
fast and then, suddenly, I felt myself explode in her mouth. I told
her to swallow all of my spunk as it poured out from my knob.
Greedily, Rani obeyed, and even the dribbles that escaped the corner
of her mouth got mopped up by her tongue. I fell back against the
bedroom wall and watched my dick as it convulsed in post orgasm .

'I hope you liked that as much as I did Daddy' she said. 'When you're
ready, why don't you come and oil me up all over.' Rani got up from
her kneeling position and lay face down on her bed. It took me a
minute or so to recover and then I walked over to the bedside table
and picked up the bottle of baby oil. I sat on the side of the bed
with my daughter's naked body stretched out in front of me. I poured
a good helping of oil onto Rani's back.

Slowly, I began to rub it into her soft skin. My hands travelled from
her beautiful square shoulders down her spine to her ass. They were
soft yet firm to the touch, with the texture of velvet. I loved the
way the oil made things slippery and I could feel myself becoming
aroused again. As I kneaded at Rani's butt cheeks I could hear her
begin to softly groan. I let my forefinger trace a path to her ass
hole and let it gently play around the edge before moving it in. As
the tip of my finger disappeared Rani let out a loud moan and asked
me to go in further. I pushed my finger all the way up Rani's ass and
began to move it back and forth. Her breathing had become heavy and I
could see she was gripping the sheets with white knuckles.

All at once her body convulsed in orgasm and then she turned her face
to me and begged me to fuck her. I turned Rani onto her back and sat
in between her parted legs. I lifted her legs back and her high heels
dug into the mattress as I lowered my face to her tender young pussy.
My tongue flicked out and touched her swollen clit. Rani jumped and
groaned and put her hands on the back of my head to force my mouth in
closer. I gently bit and chewed on her pussy lips and let my tongue
slide in as far as it would go. I could feel Rani wriggling her hips
under me and I knew that if I could keep licking at this speed for
just another minute she would come again. My tongue and mouth were
aching but I managed to do it long enough for Rani's body to shudder
for a second time. My dick was throbbing for my daughter's snatch so
I bent her legs back over her head and positioned my knob at her
pussy. Gripping it with my right hand I moved it up and down her
swollen lobes.

After a couple of minutes of this Rani pleaded with me to put it in
her. Slowly, I forced it further in. My God she was tight. I'd
forgotten just how tight a pussy can be as I let it go right in up to
the hilt. Rani let out a scream as she took in my full length but she
soon got used to it. I could feel her young muscles gripping my prick
like a vice as I slid my tool back and forth. On each movement I
would almost come out of her before ramming it back in as far as it
would go. I took hold of the heels of her white stilettos and pumped
away at my daughter furiously. I moved my hips from side to side to
give us both greater sensations.

Rani was moaning and groaning loudly and her rhythm was getting
faster. I could feel my balls start to tighten up and I hoped I could
hold on so that we both came together. At last I heard her say 'Yes
Daddy, yes Daddy, yes Daddy' and I knew she was close. She arched her
back as if to get me in deeper and at last with a loud 'oooooohh' she
came again. I was so turned on now that I couldn't hold back any
longer. I let go of her shoes and Rani's legs fell to the bed. I lay
flat on top of her and sought her mouth with mine. She opened it for
me and my tongue went in and matched the speed of my dick in her
pussy. She opened her mouth wider as my lips smothered hers and I
could feel my saliva mingle with hers.

I was right in her now with our oily hips grinding and slapping
together. Then, at last, it happened. I felt my balls empty into Rani
for the second time. Every vein in my body stood out as I let my muck
seep into her womb. Our lips parted and we both lay panting on her
bed. After five minutes or so Rani recovered and stood up naked
except for those white high heels of her Mom's.

'Well, Daddy that was awesome' she began, ' but now you've got to pay
the check. Leave the arrangements to me and I'll let you know when
it's time' I got up from my daughter's bed, picked up my clothes and
went into the bathroom. As I looked at myself in the mirror and the
realisation of what I had just done sank in, I wondered whether being
allowed to fuck Rani whenever I wanted would be worth the price I was
about to pay.






