Morning Wood (Common Interests)

The next day, James woke up to find his wife still asleep and the sound of faint music coming from downstairs. Belle must be up, he thought to himself as blood rushed to his crotch. It didn't matter that he had an insanely hot wife who'd cater to his every sexual whim, the mere thought of his step-daughter - after yesterday's antics - woke up a lust in him like nothing he'd experienced since the first time he'd met Amber.

Practically bounding out of bed, James headed downstairs with just his boxers on. His mobility was a little impaired thanks to the straining tent protruding from his groin, but his eagerness made up for it.

In seconds he was in the kitchen, greeted with the wonderful sight of Belle, her back to him, making breakfast. He stopped to admire her - her legs were slender, toned and bare, running up to the hem of the oversized t-shirt she wore. That did a lot to disguise the rest of her body but no matter - it couldn't hide the subtle bounce of her ass as she danced subconsciously to the inane pop she was listening to.

Realising she hadn't heard him, he crept forwards to just behind her, intending to give her a fright. Once in place, he lunged forward, pinning her to the counter with his crotch. Just as she yelped he clamped one hand over her mouth, the other grabbing her arm and pinning it behind her.

It was only going to be a quick scare but then Belle, not knowing what was going on, began flailing and grabbed a knife from in front of her.

"Whoa whoa baby, it's just me!" exclaimed James, "It's just daddy having some fun"

As she relaxed and went a little limp he took the opporunity to grind his erection into her ass before letting go. Belle immediately bent over and recovered some breath before giving him a playful thump.

"What the hell daddy! I thought you were some...rapist!"

"Well given how hot my story made you last night," he shrugged, "I didn't think that'd be a problem for you!"

The blonde teen blushed and gave him another thump before turning back to the counter.

"Want some coffee?" she offered, not reacting as he idly pulled her shirt up to ogle her ass, covered in innocent pink panties. It was a perfect peach and he casually pushed the cloth up and further into her crack to reveal both cheeks.

"No thanks baby. This one of my t-shirts?"

Belle glanced over her shoulder briefly, smiled and nodded, before continuing with her task.

"Perfectly soft," he muttered as he pushed his boxer shorts down. His aching cock sprung free, angrily pointing at his unaware daughter. With one hand he used the t-shirt to cover and wrap around his shaft, before he began stroking. The friction of soft cotton felt wonderful.

"Fancy getting off, Belle?" he asked, with the same tone of voice she'd used to see if he'd wanted coffee.

"Not right now dad, maybe later." she replied.

He stepped closer, pulled her t-shirt tighter and she couldn't help but feel the movement of his hand. Her only response was to glance back and smirk,

"Oh but help yourself I guess?" she said sarcastically, not really that annoyed. Her father grunted and gave her ass a light spank - more of a pat - to admonish her cheek. He was well within his rights to masterbate and her comment had been mildly disrespectful.

"Gonna be a quick one, my balls are about to burst!" he said as his wanking became more rapid, his breathing heavier.

Suddenly he reached forward and, over the cloth, grabbed one of his daughters decent sized tits. Caught off guard, Belle put her things down and put both hands up out of the way, in a submissive gesture.

"Er dad, you're groping me!" she exclaimed, pointing out the obvious.

"And?" he said, kneading the breast in hand. She let out an exasperated sigh while he enjoyed - at last - the feel of her bra-less teen tits. She'd definitely filled out nicely.

"Er, incest much?"

"Oh come on!" he snorted dismissively, "It's not like I'm fucking you. This is just to help me get off."

He moved to pin her body to the counter with his legs, the head of his cock now pressing into her back, leaving snail-trails of pre-cum on her lovely back. James started to rub his glans against her, stopping his stroking so he could grab her ass cheek.

"Daddy no!" moaned Belle, which only spurred him on. He was grinding his cock against her and running his hands all over her body.

"You're like my perfect masterbation aid," he taunted her, her resistance only turning him on. But she didn't resist in her actions, her hands remaining above her head, like she was being patted down by an over zealous police officer. "My beautiful baby Belle, daddy's wank toy."

His own words, her submissive reluctance and most of all her gorgeous teen body, trapped with him, were forming an intoxifying mix in his lust-addled brain. Both his hands shot up, under her t-shirt, to grope her breasts directly, skin to skin. She let out a shriek of surprise as he mauled them with his fingers, playing with her young nipples, squeezing the ripe flesh.

"No daddy, I don't want this!" Belle shook her head, whipping long blonde hair this way and that. Finally one of her hands came down, lightly, to her breast, limply trying to pry his fingers away from over her shirt.

"Course you want this," grunted James. He suddenly stepped back and span her around, before pushing her back against the counter. Now he could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. Lifting her shirt up with on hand, he roughly stuffed the hem into her open mouth so he could look at her whole body, naked but for her innocent panties. She knew better than to let it drop from her grip.

Running his hands up from her toned waist to her large, pert breasts, he felt like a kid at Christmas with a new toy. He glanced up at her frightened expression, eyes watering up, then down, at the incriminating damp patch on her underwear.

"Don't lie baby," he said as he slipped his hand roughly into her waist band, rubbing her soaking clit roughly as she gasped. When she clenched her eyes shut, two tears rolled down her face. After a few seconds he brought out his wet fingers and began stroking himself again.

His hard dick looked huge against her flat stomach, like it would split her in two if he did what his body was screaming at him to do. Reaching up to paw a tit once more, he felt so close to cumming.

"I want to fuck you so bad!"

Belle's eyes flew open and she spat the t-shirt material from her mouth, "No daddy, please! That's so wrong, please please," she beseeched him.

With both hands she reached down and, pushing his own out of the way, she began massaging his aching cock. The feel of her touch was electric, even if she was amateurish in her technique. A small part of him thought Good, she's not been wanking off anyone else then.

"Let me take care of you daddy, let me do it, I can be a good girl..." she begged her father. He leaned forward and reached behind her, grabbing something she could see. Suddenly she felt her hand grabbed as he lifted it up and smeared something into her hand - butter. He did the same with her other hand and she understood.

When he let go she hesitatingly returned to her task, finding it much easier now. With both hands she could slide up and down his shaft smoothly and got into a ribbon. She could see his breathing getting heavy and laboured, his eyes glazing over.

"Is that good da-" she started to ask before the question was choked off, his hand abruptly coming up to grip her by the throat. His strenght and dominance was like nothing she'd ever experienced in her young life.

"You don't do this for anybody but me," he gruffly ordered her and she could do nothing but nod. Satisfied her resumed groping her with one hand, but the other remained around her neck - loose enough that she could just about breath but tight enough that her whole body felt owned by him.

"Faster!" he gasped and she complied, now her hands a blur on his cock, the kitchen echoing to the wet fap of Belle pleasuring her step father. His grip on breast tightened and then the same on her neck and she desperately gripped firmer, only wanting to please him.

Just as she felt like she couldn't breathe he threw his head back and she felt his cock pulse and jump. James felt like his whole body was emptying into his daughter's hands as she milked him, rope after rope of thick seed shooting onto her perfect skin. As his hands relaxed she could gasp in air and began more carefully coaxing out his cum, her torso wet and sticky with it. Lovingly, she wiped the head of his cock against her until he was done.

Slowly, the enormity of what James had done hit him.

"My...oh Belle I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...what have I...?" he began babbling - but she took his hand and placed it back around her neck. With the other she shoved into down, into her panties.

"Daddy...please?" she asked.

His eyes widened, even as his fingers knew what to do. She was dripping wet down there and his hand easily began manipulating and playing with her clit - she moaned in response. Holding her throat, seeing the way her body tightened, he could see whe was already close.

Fingers together, he began rubbing her clit firmly, as fast as she could. She shrieked "Yes!", throwing her head back and nodding. His hand began tightening around her neck and she made no more noise, straining for breath as her body approached climax.

"Do it baby!" he urged her, "Cum like a fucking slut on your daddy's hand!"

That was enough, and she did exactly as ordered. Her mouth worked in a soundless cry and her body jerked as she crested a wave of pleasure, crashing down on the teen. Suddenly she was being held close by James even as he continued to rub out her orgasm and she shuddered against him, crying anew at an experience she didn't know was possible. It felt like it went on for eternity until she finally came down, becoming aware of his father kisses on her forehead.

"That's my girl," he cooed.

"Oh my god dad!" she finally said as she stepped back a bit, still held up by his strong hands, "That was so much fun!"

"It was wasn't it?" he grinned, before looking concerned, "I didn't...did I hurt you?"

She grinned, mischievously, "Did I fool you?"

As realisation hit him, his jaw dropped.

"That...you were pretending?"

"You pranked me this morning," she pointed out, "Not nice is it? Besides...didn't it make it so much better?"

For an innocent, Belle had quickly picked up and learned the powere of roleplay. She was a natural at it too, it seemed - even better than her mother.

"It did baby," he said truthfully, "It did."