He massages her tits instead

Her pussy was at least a couple of steps too far. But he could give her pleasure by rubbing her breasts and he figured that would be a substitute that wouldn't create quite the same violent reaction as pussy-rubbing would.

"Oooh." She sighed when he grasped each saline-padded breast.

Both her pectoral muscles and her shoulders were tight from carrying the weight of her inflated breasts and she moaned as he pound those pressure points, worked away the tension, and then moved to the breasts themselves, tweaking the nipples, squeezing the fleshy mass of bosom, and following where the nerve-paths showed him the road to her pleasure.

She might take her dad's dick all the way down her throat but clearly he hadn't bothered worrying about her pleasure. She responded to him as if she'd never been touched before, her body writhing with every touch, her mouth open, panting for oxygen, her hair thrashing around as she swung her head wildly, as if doing so would allow her to savor the pleasures more intensely. And who knew, maybe they did.

Within a couple of minutes, she had both hands in her pussy, rubbing herself as Rick rubbed her breasts.

When she was at her limit, he moved his hands down to her upper thighs, brushing lightly ever-so-near her pussy lips without actually touching them. Just that added touch was enough to send her over the line into pure pleasure.

She bucked so hard on his massage table that she actually lifted it off the ground, her moans and screams providing advertising, if he needed it, for his services.

"That," she said when she'd finally completed, "was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"It's what should happen to you when you make love to someone who cares about you rather than just his own pleasures," Rick told her.

"Yeah, like there are any guys like that. I mean my dad is no the only--"

She stopped abruptly, aware that she'd finally said out loud what he'd been thinking.

"That wasn't what I meant to say," she said, trying to backtrack.

"As I said, you're an adult now. You get to make adult decisions. I'm not going to judge you for religious taboos I don't even believe in."

"Rick?"

"Huh?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Nicki."

"Would you mind giving me a hug?"

He certainly couldn't turn that down. Although what he'd assumed would be some sort of comforting gesture turned out to be a lot more as she ground her pussy against his dick and rubbed her breasts into his chest.

"Rick?"

"Huh?"

"If you ever wanted, you know, to do more, you could call me or something. Like we could go on a date."

"That sounds nice, Nicki. Leave me your phone number."

Her smile lit his studio. "That would be completely sweet."