How to Bed your Daddy (Omako x demented tiger)

"Here, let me," giggled Sarah. She knelt down as if to give her father a blowjob, but instead merely kissed his penis head and lovingly tucked it into his pants. She didn't bother slipping it into his boxers, but zipped up his fly, and slowly rose, rubbing her breasts along his chest. Then she gave her father a loving hug, like any daughter would, but added a long, passionate kiss on his lips as she ground her stomach against her father and mashed her tits into him.
 
"Uh, thank you honey. Still, we're gonna need to bring everything inside for the weekend." He decided to try a different approach. "Bring them in, and if you're a good girl, daddy will give you a reward." He brought a few more of their bags inside, setting them down in the living room so they could unpack. He grabbed a set of clothes and went to the bathroom for a shower. He needed to wash off the sweat and a chance to think as he started running the water.
 
Sarah laughed at her father's attempt at an old porn line. She'd read enough stories in which male characters - not nessacarily fathers - uttered that cheesy line: "be a good girl, and do X, and daddy will reward you."

"Oh, Daddy, you're too funny," she giggled, and gave her father one final peck on the lips. Then she released him, and strutted off to bring in a few more bags. This time, she got her gait right, to make her high heels look sexy.
 
The effects of the walk hadn't been lost on Oliver as he stepped into the shower, scrubbing his hair and hoping the cold water would make his still standing erection go down. Despite his efforts though, images of her panties from yesterday kept coming back, accompanied by fantasies of what her tits and bare ass looked like. Looking down, he began to stroke himself, needing it gone before he walked back out.

What he failed to notice is that while the curtain was closed, the door wasn't quite.
 
Sarah was on her way up the bedroom she'd staked out as her own - though she hoped that by tonight, she'd be sleeping in her father's bed - when she spotted the door the bathroom was open. She spied in, and saw her father stroking his magnificent member. She slipped off her heels, and quickly ran to her bedroom, where she changed into a lime green bikini. She replaced her heels, and walked over to the bathroom, where she stopped to watch her father masturbate.
 
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Oliver continued to stroke himself, images of Sarah doing all manner of naughty and dirty things to herself and for him. Stripping off, playing with herself, bending over in all kinds of positions, so many things to please her daddy. His cock was back to its full length, standing a good 9 inches out as he stroked it unknowingly before his daughter's eyes.
 
Watching her father stroke his magnificent penis was too much for Sarah. After having handled it once, she couldn't bear to watch. She walked into the bathroom, and sat down beside her father. She touched his cheek, leaned in, and kissed his mouth very lightly.

"Need some help?" she asked, running her hand down his chest towards his cock.
 
"Sarah?" He didn't seem to shocked at her actions after earlier, merely surprised that she had been watching that long. As her hand trailed down to his cock, his eyes followed, staring at her massive cleavage and the little triangle of green material covering her mound. Knowing she wouldn't let him out of here without playing a little, he reached over, taking one of her tits in his hand, the orb feeling so different when he could directly feel her smooth skin.
 
Sarah giggled as her father touched her breast. "You like them, don't you? I like them too. That's why I never was self-concious about them." She kicked off her heels, and climbed into the tub. "Come here," she invited, gently grasping his dick. "Let's finish our shower, shall we?"
 
As she climbed into the tub, Oliver stood up as well, getting back under the spray as he scrubbed her back with the loofah. "You did need to wash up yourself after how sweaty we were in the car." He let her keep the bikini, worried he'd lose control if he saw her naked.
 
Sarah only giggled, and slipped one arm around her father. She pulled herself close to him, pressing her breasts against his chest. With her other hand, she teased his dick. "Wow, you sure are hard. Do I make you hard?" She leaned in, and kissed her father's lips.
 
He held her in his arms, leaning into the kiss and returning it to her. "Yes, sweetie. You feel so soft." He moved his hand down, holding her butt as they stood together under the shower spray, his cock pressing between her legs against the material of her swimsuit.
 
Sarah lazily teased her father's cock, and snuggled up to his chest. She kissed his cheek, then his mouth. She shifted her legs slightly, as though inviting her father to hump the inside of her legs - or even grind against her covered crotch.
 
With his hands, Oliver gripped her supple butt, pulling her into his body as her crotch rested atop his cock, rubbing it as she moved and they made out under the shower spray. "Sarah, let's try not to go too far right now. If I do this, and that's still an if, I want the moment to be just right."
 
Sarah placed her hand on her father's chest as she ground her crotch over her father's rock hard shaft. "Alright, Daddy," Sarah assured him. She decided not to undo her bikini top, but instead snuggled into her father's chest, and kissed him. She rubbed her breasts and stomach against him.
 
Moving his hands up her back, he pulled her in to cuddle against him as his cock head rubbed against her crotch through the material. "Thank you Sarah. You know I love you, it's just that doing this is something I want to take slowly. Make sure I can accept it and show you the affection you deserve. You are my little Princess, after all." He shut the shower water off as they snuggled. "So, I take it you wanted to go swimming, since you came in with that bikini instead of naked."
 
"Swimming sounds nice," Sarah said to her father, running her hand across his chest. Really, she just wanted a chance to cuddle with her father in the shower, and feel his nice, hard cock. She looked down at the object of her affection. "Would it help if I stroked it again, Daddy?"
 
"Maybe later. Right now, I think I should return the favor for what you did for me in the car." He sat her in his lap, reaching around and into her bottom. He began to rub his fingers over her pussy slit, unseen but felt bare. His cock pressed against her ass crack.

(So we both know what's gonna happen at the lake.)
 
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