A Secret Passion [Mythos && Bigbootbitch]

[Mythos]

Name: Samuel Greene
Age: 36

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It had been the same routine. The same day. The same officework. The same deadlines. Repetitive. Tedious. It had been the same day, but with a different end. Today was different in the fact that when he got off of work one of his buddies had invited him to a small get together, and then it was an hour later that Samuel was walking in the front door of the large house, beer in hand and more than happily buzzed.

The alcohol effect did wear a bit when he walked inside, taking his shoes off in the doorway, a sigh escaping his lips as he dropped his suitcase. The bottle met his lips and the liquid inside coursed down his throat. Of course, his wife was not home. She was a lawyer, and recently work had become all consuming. She was rarely home. Sex was even rarer, lest it was by his own hand. Samuel padded down the hall, the house quiet. His thoughts wandered. Was their daughter home, or perhaps she was out as well?

The bathroom light caught his attention, the door slightly ajar. Samuel hated when people left the light on. Walking over, he opened the door, his intention just to shut the light off, but his dark eyes fell on a person inside. Womanly curves. Smooth skin. Samuel's eyes scanned the naked body in two seconds flat. Eyes moved fast when there was the incentive. The person was not his wife though, but was in fact, his daughter. What a lovely daughter she was too. Samuel stopped flat, the beer in one hand, his other hand halfway to the lightswitch with a twinge in his lower regions.

Holy shit -- it was physically impossible for Samuel to look away.

 

[Fallen Angel]

Name - Aislyn Greene
Age - 17


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She sighed lightly, home from school and having been home for the past four hours. It was now turning 6:30 pm and of course her mother wasn't home. She wouldn't be home for for another few hours, more than likely. She was a workaholic lately. She was often home with her father who she seemed to be growing closer to now. At least she thought so. Having been running on the treadmil in their home. She hopped off and breathed in, her father should have been home over an hour ago. But she figured he was out having some fun, she didn't blame him.

Though grabbing her towel she walked out of the workout room and down the hall and into the bathroom. Shutting the door, she turned on the water and stepped inside. Sighing as the hot water poured down her sore, worked out body and she groaned. Washing her hair and body, she took a good thirty minutes before she got out. She leaned over to grab her towel off the rack and she patted her face dry. Not hearing the door open she began to drag the towel down her body, drying her legs and slowly up her body once more. Focusing on her breasts and then gliding it up her neck and to her hair.

After a moment she dropped the towel to the floor and leaned against teh counter wiping the steam from the mirror as she ran her fingers through her wet hair. She groaned and closed her eyes, figuring she'd have to find something for dinner for herself tonight. Leaning down she grabbed the towel and turned as she reached for the door and gasped slightly as she pressed the towel to her body. "Dad!" She breathed in sharply and looked to him.

 

[Mythos]

He'd seen everything -- everything. And, oh Lord, his sinful eyes watched, taking on a hungry sheen as the soft towel massaged pale skin. His dark eyes traced the curves of Aislyn's breasts and the sacred spot between her legs. They traced the water that dripped from her hair onto her moist skin. Perfect skin.

Then the silent illusion was broken as she cried out and covered herself. Samuel raised his eyes, meeting her shocked eyes with his own. Suddenly the bathroom was much too small, Samuel's large frame blocking the exit. It was much too quiet, the air thick with steam and Samuel's sudden arousal. Swallowing hard, heat pooled further down. Fuck -- how he wanted to remove that towel!

"Aislyn." Was his voice really that husky? He placed the bottle of beer on the countertop, his movements slow, as to not startle her further. She looked so like her mother, except younger. Much younger. His eyes dropped to the spots of skin that were stll visible, flickering back to her face every so often. He found himself taking a step closer, the door falling shut behind him. "You look so like your mother." His voice sounded as clouded as his mind.

 

[Fallen Angel]

How long had he been watching her, her heart was pounding in surprise and a bit scared with that look on his face. Her fingers gripped the towel tightly scared that she would drop it and she looked to him. Her face seemed to grow pale and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Though just as she had gasped, he didn't seem so surprised as her. She stepped back as he entered the bathroom.

She watched the door slowly shut behind him as he walked towards her. Her lips spread a bit, but nothing came out. She looked around, "I.. uh.. Okay. " She said and looked to him even more startled as he was making his way towards her. His voice sounded clouded, she could see the look in his eyes. A look of a wanting man, she may have not begun to really know the look. But she could tell what it was and it did scare her a bit. A man, a hunter, the prey that he was stalking and she was the prey.

She reached around to wrap the towel around her body tightly, her skin still moist from the water and she stepped to the side. "Dad.. I.. I have to go get ready." she said, giving a lie. Hoping he'd believe it so she could leave. Though each step she seemed to take back, he would only cover as he stepped closer.

 

[Mythos]

Each step forward, she took one back. But the bathroom was only so big, and soon, Samuel was standing right in front of her, towering over Aislyn's much smaller frame. He didn't know what he was doing. He should leave, he knew he should leave. Yet, his feet remained firmly planted, because, truly, he didn't want to leave. The heat that coursed through his body reminded him clearly of what he wanted. Of what his daughter could provide. He wanted his mouth on her breasts and his cock buried deep inside her. Oh, Lord! The thought alone was torture.

Her words had no effect on them. In fact, it seemed as if Samuel had barely processed them. He could tell that she was frightened though. His daughter was frightened of him.

"Don't be afraid, Aislyn, darling." Samuel said, although his voice was not very reassuring, and neither was the slight bulge in his trousers. Reaching out, his strong hand stroked her hair, before settling on her arm. His grip gently, yet firm, as he slowly grabbed her hand and pulled it forward, placing it solidly on his pants, right over his bulge. "Do you feel that? That's how much daddy wants you." There was no turning back now. "How much daddy loves you."

 

[Fallen Angel]

Why did they have to get a house with such a small bathroom. She gasped as her back pressed against the cool wall and she looked up to him. No matter how much she resisted he only closed the gap between them. Just hearing him telling her to not be afraid sent chills down her spine. What was he doing? But more so... Why was he doing this? Her eyes traveled up and she jerked her arm a bit as he touched her arm.

She stepped to the side a bit though her foot hit the wall and she looked back over to him. Her lips parting as he took her hand and she breathed in sharply as he pressed it against his crotch. She could feel the bulge and she pulled her hand back. "Dad.. please." She said and at that moment she could smell the beer on his breath. He was drunk?

She swallowed and her left hand held the towel to her body as her right hand pressed against his chest. Pushing him back a bit, "Dad.. please. You're drunk." She said now, with a little bit of sass. He did act weird sometimes when he was drunk so now she wasn't as scared, a little more annoyed really.

 

[Mythos]

Drunk. Okay, he was drunk. Samuel pondered this for a moment, but in the end, discarded it. So? He was being foolish. He could still leave -- the window of opportunity was still available to him. Damnit, he knew what he wanted though. Drunk or not, his daughter had really blossomed over the years. This wasn't the first time he noticed. Not really. The thought, had, on occassion crossed his mind. Yet, before, it was always fleeting. Never lingering. That was before though. Samuel didn't like the sass in her tone, that was for sure.

"That's not a polite tone to use with your father." Samuel reprimanded, easily taking a step closer and really examining her. Even when drunk, Samuel was much stronger than Aislyn. His hands found the edge of the towel and pulled it away, applying force when necessary. They were so close that there was barely any distance between them. Eyes took in her skin again. One rough hand pawed her breast, the flesh smooth beneath his fingers, and the other hand tore the towel away completely.

"Your skin is as soft as your mothers." Samuel said, his breath fanning over her face.

 

[Fallen Angel]

The fact that she had shown him, he was drunk didn't even seem to help her in the littlest. She looked up to him and she heard him as she leaned away from him and her eyes narrowed. "Well this isn't a polite thing to do to your daughter." She said, almost a sneer though she gasped as he pulled on the towel. Her hand holding it tightly to her body and suddenly her bottom pressed against the wall with her back and he was practically pressing against her, almost as if holding her in place.

Though she cried out as his hand rested against her breast and she looked up to him, angrily. "I.. I don't care if it's as soft as mothers." She said and gasped as he towel was fully ripped from her grasp and she watched it land on the floor behind him. "Dad please.. Don't.. do this." She whimpered a bit and looked up to him. Her hand sliding up to push his hand away from her breast.

Though her hands moved to cover up her breasts and between her legs.

 

[Mythos]

The whimper should have halted him -- stopped him in his tracks. Yet, it didn't. If anything, the small noise from his daughter only fueled him even more. Aislyn's rude words held no effect on Samuel. Those seemed to further fuel him as well. How dare she talk to her own father in that tone! Especially when alls Samuel wanted to do was show her just how much he loved her.

"Don't worry, Aislyn. Don't worry." He whispered as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands above her head, pinning them against the wall. His gaze was hungry on her exposed body, falling from her plump breasts to between her legs. He held her wrists in one large hand, while he pressed his leg inbetween Aislyn's legs, opening her thighs. His free hand dropped to one of those creamy smooth thighs, his nails scratching her inner thigh lightly -- toying with her.

"Daddy's going to have so much fun with you. We're going to have tons of fun." His erection pressed against her through his pants as he reached up and tugged her hair, tilting her head backwards slightly as his lips found her neck.

 

[Fallen Angel]

All of the words she was saying, she had hoped would knock some sense into him. But it only seemed to make him not listen at all. She gasped as he grabbed her wrists with his one hand and pulled them up above her head. He arms stretched, her body exposed to him fully and she closed her eyes. She wanted to get away, she tried to get away but his body held her to the wall.

How could she not worry? Though her legs were spread by his own and and her hips jerked. Trying to move her legs to the side just before she closed her eyes. Soft whimpers, her eyes closed tightly still. She wished she could just yell out for her mother, she needed her right now. She breathed in sharply as his nails dug up her inner thigh sending a shiver up her back.

"No.. we're not.. no..Please" She pleaded with him again, grunting a bit as his hips pressed hers into the walls even more. Though she grimaced as his hand grasped her hair, pulling her head back to allow him more room to kiss her neck. Her body squirm against his, her wrists twisting and pulling trying to get them out of his strong grasp around them. "Could.. couldn't you have waited for mom to come home?" She asked, he could have done this to her mother, she'd probably enjoy it.

 

[Mythos]

Each sharp intake of breath, each whimper, they caused tiny sparks of fire to bury deep inside Samuel. His daughter was so beautiful, and this taboo act seemed to only add to her beauty. He couldn't wait to be inside her. At the mention of his wife, Samuel lightly bit her neck, a tad harder than he had intended.

"I'd much rather have you." Samuel whispered, against her neck. His hips rolled against her moist naked body, his huge erection only growing. "I want your lips around my cock." He admitted, burying his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent heavily. His hand drifted up her thigh, cupping the sweet spot between her legs. Feeling the flesh there, those tender sacred lips, his hand rubbed her, enjoying the feel of young flesh, just teasing.

 

[Fallen Angel]

Though as she mentioned her mother she cried out as he bit her neck, a bit hard too. She swallowed, closing her eyes and she shook her head. "You.. don't have to have me. You.. you could go out and find yourself another girl." She said and groaned out slightly as his hips ground into hers. Though hearing his words she wasn't sure to be shocked, disgusted or embarrassed.

She was a bit of all three, her face flushing at the words and she shook her head. Though.. if she did that for him. Would he let her go and leave her alone? Though she gasped as his hand cupped her netherlips and she squirmed a bit. The rubbing, the teasing. She didn't want anything to do with it, she didn't want this. Though her body reacted differently, her body enjoyed the touch. Growing warm and wet from the rubbing and she shook her head. She couldn't stop her body reacting but she knew her decision of not wanting this.

 

[Mythos]

It didn't take long at all for Aislyn to grow wet for him. He doubted she had much experience, if any at all. Samuel, however, was very experienced. He knew exactly what women liked, what they didn't like, and everything inbewteen. That didn't concern him though. In his drunken haze, what concerned him was what he liked, what he wanted. Sliding a finger between her flesh, he prodded her tight, and most likely, virgin hole. Pressing firmly, he pushed a finger inside her, feeling the warmth of her body.

"You're so tight." Samuel muttered, his body pressed against hers, and his cock hard against her as well. His palm rubbed her clit as he kept his finger deep inside, fucking her with it. His beautiful girl.

His hand that had captured her wrists released her, although she had no way of fighting him off. Within seconds his whole thick eleven inches was free and pressing against her stomach, aching for attention.

 

[Fallen Angel]

Though she closed her eyes and she gasped out as his finger pushed up and into her tight hole. She cried out lightly in pain. She didn't have experience. She didn't know what to expect, her walls not use to anything forcing it's way in. Sure, his finger wasn't that big but it still hurt a bit. She whimpered, her hips jerking against his trying to get his hand away from her hips. Her hands were released from his grasp and they dropped. She tried to push him away but with her arms held up for a while caused her arms to fall asleep.

She gasped in pain as her arms and hands prickled. She wanted to push him away but knew even if they moved it would hurt more. Though she gritted her teeth as he began to slide his finger in and out of her tight hole. Though as his palm hit her clit she cried out, her hips jerking. She wasn't expecting that kind of reaction, especially something that sensitive. her hands slid up against his chest, trying to push him back but his body was flush against hers. "Please..." She whispered and shook her head as she looked up to him. Though she breathed in sharply as she looked down to see his thick.. long shaft against her stomach and her heart pounded quickly.

She didn't know what to do and she squirmed a bit as it scared her a bit and she looked to him as she squirmed her hips back a bit.

 

[Mythos]

Judging from her reactions, she was very new to this indeed. A virgin. There was no mistake. Her pussy was tight and unvarnished. All his for the taking. Ignoring her pleads and whimpers, Samuel slowly pulled his finger from within her, instead parting her lips and massaging her clit with expert skill. With each movement his cock rubbed against her stomach, against her flesh. It was maddening. His other hand reached up and his fingers pressed into her breasts, pinching her nipples and then gently rubbing them as his other hand worked at her clit. His hips ground against her slightly, his body impatient.

After a few moments of solid stimulation, he removed his hand from her wet flesh between her legs and shifted. His cock prodded her there, rubbing against her netherlips, just rubbing. A low groan fell from his lips. His hands reached up and toyed with her hair, a smirk on his lips, before forcing her to the ground roughly, cock grazing her cheek.

"Suck it like a good girl." Samuel demanded, his hand in her hair, forcing her face to rub against it.

 

[Fallen Angel]

She gasped as he pulled his finger out a slight sihg of relief escaped her lips. Yet she groaned out as he finger pushed against her clitn She whimpered, not in pain but in pleasure. This was her father for gods sake! Her body was enjoying thew touches and she shook her head. Her fingers digging into his arms, wanting him to stop. Her hips jerked as his fingers firmly rubbed her clit and she clenched her teeth.

Though after a moment she grimaced as he grabbed her hair again forcing her down onto her knees. She grunted slightly as she felt his cock tap against her cheek and she looked up to him. Her head shook as her hands rested on the floor beside her. "Please.." She said, pleading with him and she turned her head a bit. But would he leave her alone if she did this? She looked back up to him and closed her eyes with a sigh as his head pressed to her lips. She could see the look in his eyes and knew he wouldn't. She swallowed as her lips parted slightly and they wrapped around his head lightly.

 

[Mythos]

Deep in the back of his mind, Samuel knew that this was wrong. So wrong. On so many levels. Yet, at this moment, he didn't care. Looking down, with dark eyes, his eyes fell hungrily on his daughter's large breasts and pale lips. Victory was at hand, and Samuel's cock stood at attention, awaiting Aislyn's soft lips. In that moment, his daughter admitted defeat and electrical shockwaves shock through him as the soft lips encircled the head of his cock.

"That's a good girl." Samuel said, voice husky, and fingers tangled in her long hair. He pulled at the long wet strands, letting them fall through his fingers, before resting his hand on the back of her head, pushing her further onto his cock as his hips jerked forward slightly. Each movement forced her to take more of him into her mouth.

 

[Fallen Angel]

She could do this, make him happy and hope this never happens again. Though if this happened, would he crave more. She couldn't continue the thougth just as she groaned out. Feeling his hand on the back of her neck as he pushed her further along his cock and he thrust his hips back into her. She gagged a bit, her hands resting on his legs and squeezing as her eyes closed tightly. He forced inch by inch of himself into her mouth and she whimpered. Her tongue brushed against the bottom of his head though she gagged again but she couldn't do anything just as his head met the back of her throat in one swift thrust. Her head tilted back and she swallowed, her throat walls clamping around his head as she did.

Though as she pulled back, she slowly pushed forward again. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting to think of him as she did this. Her tongue twirling around his head, stroking her mouth up and down his shaft before deep-throating him once again, but a bit deeper this time.

 

[Mythos]

The sensations of Aislyn's tight hot little mouth were nearly overwhelming! Her throat squeezed him perfectly as he buried much of his length inside her. As she pushed forward again, a small smirk flinted across Samuel's dark features. She was learning. That was good. Something told him that this would not be a one time event. How could it? How could it when she looked so tempting? After all, he had helped create her, wasn't he entitled to indulge in what was his?

Samuel let her work on his cock, a groan escaping his mouth. The hot sensations sent sparks through him, tightening inside him. Precum oozed from his head and into her luscious mouth. As she deep-throated him a second time, Samuel grasped her by the back of the neck firmly and pulled her all thw way forward forcibly, forcing his entire eleven inches down her throat and holding her there, nose against his stomach for several seconds as his cock pulsed inside her throat. He was so close to coming! Not yet though, not yet. He eased his grip on the back of her neck.

"Aislyn. Look up at me while you suck my cock." It was nothing short of a cruel demand, spurred by the drunken passions of a man beyond hope.

 

[Fallen Angel]

Though after having deep-throated him a second time she was puling away but his hand stopped her shortly after and she coughed, gagging a bit as he began to force his cock back into her throat. Not letting her pull away to catch a breath of air. She squirmed a bit, her nose against his stomach and she gave soft, muffled whimpers against him. Her throat clamped tigher and tigher around him, tightening and releasing as her body was fighting for some air. Her tongue slid almots wildly against his wet, hot shaft. Though hearing him she closed her eyes tighter and she breathed in through her nose as best as she could.

Afterwards her eyes opened, sliding up to look to him. A look of hate shot daggers towards him. Her fingertips digging into his thighs above his knees. Though after a second she felt his grip on the back of her neck loosen and she pulled back quickly coughing, allowing herself some air. Not pulling him fully out of her mouth, not wanting him to get anymore angry at her. But right then and there she didn't care, she needed her air and she looked away again. She wasn't going to make this easy on him.

 

[Mythos]

The sensations of her throat tightening around his cock caused the pressure to only build. The whimpers reverberated through his mouth and around him, most deliciously. He could tell after he released her that she was angry. For some reason, he was beginning to find that a bit amusing. Perhaps it was all the alcohol he had drank. He liked them fiesty though. The entire taboo aspect of this encounter only made this so much more interesting and incredibly hot. He groaned just looking at her. Aislyn.

Reaching down, he slapped her cheek lightly, hard enough to sting.

"I said look at me when you suck. And I didn't say to stop yet." His tone grew colder than before. He was serious now. He thrust forward a bit in her mouth, indicating that she should continue.