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Dirty Dancing (IJAW and Rccheetah)

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Mark MacDonald looked at the digital clock on the dashboard of his car, then down to his watch.

"Didn't think I'd be home this early," he quipped to himself before turning the car off.

Mark's meeting at work went a lot smoother than expected; hence his getting home a lot earlier than he originally thought. His wife, not expecting him at the time, went to have dinner and drinks with a few friends from the neighborhood. His daughter was...well, who knows where she was. Her car was in the driveway, though.

He grabbed the briefcase from the passenger seat of his car and got out of the vehicle. He walked into the house from the garage door, and immediately heard the loud noise and felt the bass booming from upstairs.

"The hell? That music is WAY too loud," he muttered as he made his way up the steps, still in his business attire, a white dress shirt, red-and-black striped tie and black dress slacks.
 
Skye was dancing like there's no tommrow. All she was wearing was her bikini. It was hot outside and she had planned to go swimming earlier. But she never did. Instead she started dancing in front of her webcam. Then she clicked record and started dancing again. She was putting on a sexy show for all the men who would see the video on YouTube.

Every few seconds Skye would turn up the music to her mood and resume her sexy dancing. She started pulling down the bottom of her bikini so much and just before you could see her pussy she pulled it back up.

She didn't hear her dad come home through all the music.
 
The music got louder as Mark climbed the stairs. It was coming from Skye's bedroom. I sure hope she's studying, he thought to himself as he walked down the hallway toward her room. He thought about knocking as he got to the door, but with the music so loud, she probably wouldn't hear it. He decided to open the door and scold her for having the music so loud.

He opened the door to a sight he wasn't expecting to see; his daughter gyrating her hips in front of her webcam and playing with the bottoms of her bikini, teasing anyone who would be watching on the other end.

Mark was about to yell at her for dancing like that, but he found himself a little aroused. He tried to shake it off and regain his composure. He cleared his throat and began to yell so Skye could hear him.

"Skye!" he yelled, with no response. "SKYE!" he screamed again, hoping to get her attention.
 
Skye kept dancing until she heard a faint sound behind her. She turned the music off and turned around. "Ummm hi dad......" Skye said awkwardly. The bottoms of her bikini were slipping off slowly. She pulled them up but they started falling again.

"Dad why are you looking at me like that?" Mark had a gaze on Skye, but a different kind of gaze. "Dad?" The bottoms of her bikini almost revealed her, but she pulled them up a bit. They continued to fall.
 
"Just what the hell are you doing?" Mark asked, still trying to put on a front as if he still had control over his urges. "And why are you in a bikini? Put some clothes on or something..." he said.

As soon as he said that, he wished he hadn't, as his eyes started to look his own daughter up and down as she stood before him.
 
"I was just dancing dad. I was going to go swimming but....." She looked back as he was staring again. Skye crossed her arms just under her breasts. "I don't want to change. I like what I'm wearing now." She lied herself onto her bed.

"Get lost dad or do something. Staring at me won't help anyone."
 
His arousal started to decline as she snapped back with a smart-ass remark. He shook his head and pointed at her. "Don't tell me what to do, young lady." He looked toward the camera, seeing that it was still on.

The way she was laying on her bed, pushing her breasts up a little, started to get him going again. His sex life was dwindling, so it didn't take much anymore, sadly.

"If you're going to dance like that...you should at least have someone to dance on," he casually remarked, a slight smirk crossing his face before he bit his bottom lip. "So why don't you show me some of your moves...?"
 
"Dad, what are you doing?" Skye said as she was being laid on her bed. "Dad-d. Don't- Mmm." Skye said as her breasts were being pushed up.

"Someone to dance on?" Then she got it. She knew what Mark meant. "Alright, I'll show you my moves." She unbuttoned his short and got it off. She did the thing that she was doing earlier with the bottom of her bikini. But the last time she let it fall.
 
Mark's eyes moved down, trailing Skye's bikini bottoms as they hit the floor. Meanwhile, his cock stirred even more in his slacks, creating a large bulge. His daughter was now half-naked in front of him, and he was enjoying the sight.

Instinctively, he moved his hand down and ran it over her mound, playing with her pussy ever so lightly.
 
"Oh daddy..." She starts unbuckling her dad's tight belt. Then pulls down his pants and boxers. He was now half naked. Then Skye takes one of Mark's fingers and pushes it into her pussy. Then she takes another one of his fingers and pushes it in.

"Dad, I don't just want your fingers in me. I want much more."
 
With a lustful look in his eyes, Mark fucks Skye with his two fingers, sliding them in and out quickly, the squishing sound drowning out Skye's moans.

"You really want Daddy's cock, baby girl?" he asked in a whisper, his fingers still working his own daughter's pussy expertly. "Is that what you want?"
 
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