Dance for Daddy , 2012
It was early Saturday morning and lying in bed under the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the hall from his daughter's bedroom, Jill's father looked up surprised as his nineteen-year-old daughter home from school for the summer danced into his bedroom.
"Wow, baby...where'd you learn to dance like that, sweetie?"
Her smile contagious Jill looked her father right in the eye, pointing at him like the girl in the movie, dancing to Roxy Music's version of, If There Is Something, mouthing the words to the chorus, "when we were young."
"...from the TV, Daddy," she beamed, smiling sensually, provocatively, flushed hot, at first feigning a certain innocence, a heat coursing through her knowing she'd masturbated to a wrecking orgasm on her father's bed the morning before, right where he was laying, his smell in the sheets, her fingers pressing against her warm little pussy, her favorite fantasy her father's cock pressing against her warm little hole through her flowery little panties, the ones with the bow in front her boyfriend loved seeing her in.
"From the TV," meant from the video she'd watched, the movie Tokyo Decadence he'd left in his DVD player. She'd watched it while he was at work, imagining the man making the woman make herself cum moving for him was her father.
Jill couldn't help that Daddy turned her on so much. Something about him made her feel wild and naughty. She wanted him to want her like all the boys at school did, especially the oder boys, her just 5'-2, and so petite, them so big and strong.
Thinking she shouldn't be so wet for her own father, just turned her on even more. Fully in character pretending she was a go-go like dancer for Roxy Music, her father looked so much like Bryan Ferry she wanted to be sexy for him, like he was, her sexy Daddy all her girlfriends teased.
Unlike generally, she felt so soft and confident in front of her father an extension of their playfulness with each other. Already having worked herself up watching herself dance in her full length mirror, already buttery warm inside pushing past her shyness she turned and wagged her little bottom at him, like a little girl dog in heat begging for cock she thought to herself, grinning, her secret thoughts, having seen some very naughty hentai her and her girlfriends saw online and laughed at, but that secretly turned them all on, her Papa's little puppy girl.
Jill purposefully dressed in just her loose fitting pink boy-shorts pajama bottoms - she knew how sexy she looked in them; and, just like one of the strippers in the video she found on her father's computer she'd bunched up her matching pink little half top t-shirt into the collar barely covering her swollen hot breasts.
At first, she was just dancing innocently enough to the rhythm of the music. Now, she was sliding down the doorframe and standing back up like she was pole dancing, looking to him for approval, becoming more and more sexual, getting more and more confident as her father watched her so fluidly mimicking the girl in the video. Jill stopped smiling and was looking at her father differently suddenly let herself feel sexier than she imagined she could, her father's gaze making her feel so warm inside, grinding, swiveling her hips, more and more, the bigger his eyes got, erotically, just like the stripper in the movie in front of the huge plate glass window overlooking downtown Tokyo, all the while mouthing the words to the song...
..." Reveal my secrets
More than enough for me to share
I would put roses round our door"...
She gazed right into her father's brown eyes, his dark brown hair the same color as hers, him partially smiling, a sort of stunned look on his face, her long hair in pigtails dangling down on either side of her face, feeling so steamy sexy, deliciously more than her father's daughter, his little girl all grown up.
She kept smiling at him looking into her eyes, letting her dance not sure really how else to react being so surprised by his daughters impromptu performance; his balls tingling hot...how else was he supposed to react; his daughter, his little girl, so scantily clad; her soft skin and smile so radiant, her breasts and nipples so prominently displayed, her perfect round glowing little belly, her soft little hips, her boy shorts making her look so provocative he could grab her and take her like she wasn't his daughter. She was like the women he fantasized about, jerked off to, and suddenly here she was his little baby in his bedroom his own daughter. It was so wrong it made his cock jump and swell and ache with a seething kind of tingling heat. His daughter, his little girl, her glowing skin the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. A fine line he sensed he was about to cross, they, were about to cross, if they weren't already, her dancing so seductively, his cock now swollen and thick and hard under the covers for her. He stared at her lovely round breasts her nipples pushing out through the thin cotton tee, and when he did, Jill pushed her chest out, wanted him to look.
He'd only been to a strip club twice and back when he was in college, and even then, he intellectualized the experience he'd laughed with friends years later telling the story; and here was his little girl dancing, like his own private little stripper right in front of him, even so young so sexually provocatively gorgeous, everything about her sensuous, erotic, wholly female and in heat and looking him deeply in the eyes made him churn with desire a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
His little girl was making him hard and the harder he got the more he looked at her like a father shouldn't be looking at his daughter, or her at her own father.
When she jumped onto the bed above him he remembered her when she was little bouncing and turning, them laughing together, her dancing for Daddy; he laughed with her now, trying not to be so aroused, to look at her smooth bare skin, her loose boy-shorts hiding her little treasure she knew full well the power of, trying to not look at her shorts lifting again and again subtly, furtively revealing her soft bare translucent skin underneath.
Teasing him with glimpses of her, her inner thighs, the round of her little bottom, a single father, when she began rolling her little hips moving to the steady beat of the rhythm, gyrating, churning inside, biting her lower lip and smiling at him knowing just how sexy she was, he felt himself even if a uncomfortable let himself feel that sexual urge, began to watch his little girl openly, her dance for him, him her only audience in the privacy of their house, in the privacy of his bedroom the curtain drawn, their own little world father and daughter, the music surrounding them in a cocoon of secretive incestuous desire.
He stared openly at the V of her groin her jostling breasts her hardened nipples, into her simply smoldering eyes, longer and longer. He looked at her soft little frame her smooth belly the way she moved, so naturally feminine, so naturally erotic and lowered the paper fully into his lap to cover himself, to press against his straining throbbing hard cock without her seeing.
He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant's, "To Die For," when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowery summer dress danced in front of the car headlights. Lifting her skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her hips, a scene that stuck with him over the years as one of the all time most erotic scenes in Hollywood film, her beautifully feminine thighs, her girlish tummy, the cleft of her soft little pussy apparent under her girlish white cotton panties.
Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, him staring at her soft little baby pussy barely concealed under her thin little shorts, her curves so incredibly sensual, his little baby, his daughter dancing for him; from his prone position it was like looking up at a stripper on a stage, from that angle seeing up under her loose little shorts, the bare smooth heat of her inner thighs. Her knowingly teasing, glimpses of his daughter's bare smooth glowing soft pussy so clearly visible under the thin soft fabric.
The more he stared, the more he let himself enjoy her performing for him, the more he thought things he shouldn't be feeling for his little girl, his baby daughter. Naughty taboo incestuous thoughts making him even harder, thoughts long a secret turn on, his own little lover, his little girl, his private little whore sucking his cock, him licking her for her first time, him lapping at her soft little baby cunny, urged on by her sweet baby cream flowing out to meet his mouth, her rocking her tender little hips, a young sensuous woman now, that magic between her beautiful athletic legs, like a dancers he thought to himself, his little baby his own private stripper. His cock surged.
His heart beating faster, his judgment clouded, his cock aching hot hard, the cheeks of her bottom so tantalizingly close as she turned, bent, her shorts pulling open revealing her entire soft little cunt; she was perfectly bald smooth, her pink little slit shiny wet and his mouth so tantalizingly close. His cock bounced as he sucked in his breath.
How utterly beautiful his daughter was, her smile, her eyes, her mouth, how stunningly captivating, her little pussy, his daughter's beautiful bald little mound, her pink little slit...he imagined sliding his fingers under her shorts and touching her, licking her, pleasuring his little girl, his own daughter making him so hard. He wanted to reach up and pull her to him. He wanted to bury his face between her young legs, lick her soft little pussy.
He breathed in the sight of her coltish legs and torso so elongated, older now, and looked up into her eyes, and smiled knowingly, this time though like a lover looks at his partner, blood rushing to his throbbing aching hard cock, him pressing the back of his hand down against it under the paper, lifting his hips in sync with hers, watching his daughter dance for him.
Jill was loving the way her father looked at her, "this is how...the girl did it, on TV...Daddy," she said breathily, aroused, excited seeing her handsome father staring right at her barely covered creamy wet little pussy as she gyrated, seeing him pressing his cock against his arm, him fucking his hips up toward her staring at her swollen hot tingling breasts.
She felt terribly naughty; what she was doing was maybe wrong to be doing to her father, but looking down into his eyes the way she was and the smoldering way he looked back at her she couldn't stop. The minute she decided to leave dancing in front of her mirror and into her father's bedroom, she wasn't a little girl anymore; she was dancing for him, his own little whore slippery hot wet, her entire body tingling. His staring at her made her feel even more sexy even more sexual, even more like the little whore she imagined herself being for him when she touched herself at night. She saw his cock under the covers, saw it lift the newspaper up, again, and then again, and felt wickedly naughty. She'd made him hard, her father, visualizing his cock thick and straining lifting up the blanket and newspaper him trying in vain to conceal it. She saw him press his arm down on top of his erection, and his hips rise once, twice, rubbing himself. She wanted to see it, up close, hold it in her warm little hands, her father's cock, raging thick and meaty smooth soft hard and wanting to be inside her. She imagined his cock must be wet with pre-cum like her boyfriend's, imagined herself licking it, tasting him, her father's arousal, his need.
She'd seen him naked before, peeking into his bath when he was showering, his long thick hard cock standing up soapy and glistening and so, so beautiful. She'd run back into her room and climbed under her covers rubbing herself to orgasm touching herself imagining his warm wet mouth sucking her hot puffy swollen breasts, imagined him pulling on his cock in the shower having seen her, his hands all soapy touching her everywhere at once, her pulling on it for him, like the man with the woman in the magazine she'd taken from his closet, the magazine that had inspired her to peek on her father, to think about him that way.
Jill was delighting in watching her Daddy lying just beneath her, as turned on as she was, responding to her, aroused by her, his little girl his daughter his private little whore her eyes gushed she was into his.
"Daddy, let me show you...how the girl in the movie did it, except Daddy," she paused, making a little girl pouty expression and so aroused she spoke in an almost whisper, "the girl on the TV, she-she wasn't wearing panties, so, I should do it...like that, too, don't you think, Papa?"
She watched her father's eyes spark and smile, his mouth hanging open in anticipation.
Before he could even answer, even if he could answer, she'd stepped over his legs, straddling him at his knees turned and bent over right above him, him looking right between her legs, at her perfect soft round bottom.
Looking into her father's eyes, she tugged her panties down one side at a time in rhythm to the music, wiggling her bottom provocatively her handsome father breathless; all he could think was, "My god, my sexy little baby."
His heart pounding he desperately wanted to pull on his cock as he watched his daughter, pressing his wrist against it making him see stars, his thoughts perfectly on her, imagining, fantasizing, watching her movements as if in slow motion, savoring her every little twist and turn of her lovely tender hips, wanting to see her soft sweet cunny.
Jill turned slowly her breasts visibly swollen, her soft feminine hips rocking and swaying more deliberately, slowing, accentuating her heat like the woman in the movie arousing herself, her smiles flashing hot, her face flushed now too, biting her lower lip, her visibly excited, making herself so wet she needed something inside her to fill that place deep in her warm little belly.
She pictured her father's cock, and felt it deep in her core, felt her cream dripping down the insides of her soft pearly bare inner thighs igniting in her a roiling steamy lust for him his incestuous hot hard daddy-cock, her eyes flashing into his, licking her lips, her father's...cock.
He saw that look in her eyes as she tipped her panties down provocatively, teasing, her bald mound satiny shiny bare smooth, her boy-shorts revealing a damp spot over her warm little hole.
She saw her father's cock jump as he stared at her bald little mound, a glimpse of her, of what was to come, tantalizing, performing for him.
She smiled powerfully, pushing her panties down even further, past the cleft of her bare soft little baby cunny.
Seeing him draw in his breath, him lick his lips looking at her dripping pink slit, him unable to pull his eyes away from her tender bare groin, willing her to reveal herself, to show him all of her, she turned again, teasing him, wriggling her hips, pushing her bottom out, her father now more openly rubbing his cock under the covers.
She could see it, its outline...it was huge and thick and hard, much bigger than her boyfriends, and her incestuous thoughts made her gush creamy hot wet. The thought of his cock, her father's cock touching her wet little cunny made her gush and her knees weak. She swiveled and rocked her hips, staring at it, moving her hips as if her father's cock were inside her. Rhythmically undulating she tipped her panties down in front again, bending over at the waist, causing her t-shirt to raise up over the lower swell of her breasts, her nipples threatening to show themselves too, giving him a first real and total peek at her perfect bald little cunny, her pink wet little slit.
He drew in his breath, his eyes big, his cock lifting the blanket.
"Do I...dance good, Daddy?" Jill asked breathlessly looking her father right in the eyes, both so aroused they were both dripping hot wet with incestuous desire.
Her little slit, her beautiful belly, her perfectly smooth mons, her incredible thighs, his lovely beautiful little baby, his cock so throbbing hot hard he was lifting his hips without realizing.
Looking right at his daughters shiny little pussy he growled, "Mmmgghhhyes baby, Daddy thinks you're an amazing dancer, better than the girl on t.v." acknowledging he knew the movie she was imitating.
"Do you like...dancing for Daddy, sweetie?" he asked looking right into his daughter's beautiful eyes, already knowing the answer, not really asking the question.
Jill nodded, biting her lower lip. She stood transfixed, swiveling her little hips, biting her lower lip, her father's little girl again, her panties pushed down, her bald little cunny exposed to him, her father's gaze making her creamy little pussy throb.
She'd hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her loose boy-shorts and swiveled her hips in slow motion. She wasn't dancing anymore. She bent at the waist, her legs straight, her movements now, back and forth, staring at his cock under the covers, his gripping it, wagging her little bottom her imagining her rubbing herself on it, it slipping through her creamy little folds, sliding through her wet humming slit. She licked her lips again and bit her lower lip her breath gushing through her nose.
He couldn't stop himself; he wanted her to see him slide his hand under the covers to rub his swollen hot hard cock. Her eyes followed his hand under the covers, him stroking his erection as she moved above him swaying her little bottom back and forth, looking at his hand under the blankets and then back into his eyes, and back again.
The look on her face was priceless. He felt powerfully sexy too. He looked up at his little baby, his face, savage, hungry for her, her bare belly her soft little pussy her creamy wet little slit; he could smell her, her sex, her dripping wet creamy soft cunt, her glowing heart-shaped little bottom wriggling so provocatively, her bare bald little cunny calling to him, the way she bent her knees, rocked her hips, gyrating, not because she was dancing anymore, but because her swollen hot little cunt was on fire for him, dripping slippery hot, creamy wet, her hands cupping up under her swollen breasts, his little lover.
Jill turned and arching her back provocatively bent over. Her legs spread open, her little bottom pushed out, her frilly boy-shorts down over her bottom past the opening of her thighs her beautiful bald hot cunny fully on display, her smooth bald dripping wet little pussy from behind, pink and swollen.
The newspaper fell off the bed, her father jacking his cock staring at his little girl's ripe dripping little baby cunny.
She pushed her panties down until they slid delicately over her smooth bare thighs, down her glistening bare calves, and in time to the music stepped out of them perfectly feminine, so tiny, so petite, so girlishly fragile just like the woman had done in the movie making the man watching her growl with want.
Standing above her father, straddling his legs, she turned facing him, her pussy glistening wet, her sweet little slit open and revealing her pink inner folds. She heard the rumbling growl rise deep in her father's chest.
He stared directly at his little girl's perfectly smooth slit, his daughter so close he could smell her fragrance, his daughter smiling down at him, a look of pure flushed sexual arousal in her eyes.
She lowered herself sitting on him straddling his waist, her warm heat and weight crushing into the bloated swollen need of his throbbing hard cock as she began humping her father's lap. A look on her face feigning she was still just dancing for him making the moment all the more incestuously hot, fervently naughty, the two dancing on that precipice, father and daughter, incestuous lovers, the ultimate taboo so natural and necessary and absolute in that devastating moment when her bald little slippery wet sex touched the bare underside of father's raging hot hard cock rising out from under the covers under her, grazing through her buttery wet folds, electric seething humming, a moment full of a power neither of them from that moment on would ever get enough of.