The Afterparty

Robert stared at his daughter’s viscous juices clinging to his fingers, wet enough to run down his digits into the palm of his hand, thick enough to leave behind a sheen. And the smell. Even in the night air, the musk made his nostrils flare, like the ultimate pheromone. Delicately sweet, but rich like fruit, heady and intoxicating like wine and undeniably womanly, like pure desire. He knew the scent. His indulgences into sex, and the sheer number of women he’d fucked over his life time, had left him acutely aware of the aroma of a woman who wanted to be fucked. The smell of sweat and wetness, like a tropical thunderstorm, tinged with hunger. For all women it was subtly different, some stronger, some earthy, some almost no smell at all, and yet it was exactly the same; it was always a signal of a woman in heat. The only problem was that this particular woman happened to be his daughter.

As a father he should have abhorred these feelings, but as a man he felt aroused and excited. Yet, it went deeper than the purely physical. He was proud of her, envisioning her accomplishing greater things than even he. In Heather he saw himself more than any other person. Determined, shrew and confident in who she was, he had every reason to be proud of her as any father would. But in the past week, that pride had been tainted with lust. Those attributes that made her a formidable woman, that made him an impressive man, were the same ones that had driven off so many others. Brooke couldn’t sate his sexual appetite. Monica choose her family over him. And all the other women in his life had either been too dumb or too selfish to warrant a second thought.

Time and time again, Heather had chosen him. Though he hadn’t wanted it for her, he couldn’t deny his daughter was just as hypersexual as he was. It was like looking in a mirror. A young, sexy mirror, but an equal, nonetheless. It was a cruel twist of fate that he should possibly find the woman most like himself, who could make him happy for a life time, who could outstrip all others…and she was his own daughter. Every time he acknowledged to himself what she was, who she was, he knew he should say no. But the word wouldn’t come out. He looked at his daughter’s juices on his fingers and whispered, “Let’s go home.”

While Robert had been staring at his hand and contemplating the decision he was about to make, Heather had fixed her dress, covering again her pantyless pussy. Though she could hide her leaking lips, she couldn’t disguise the redness in her cheeks, her lust bubbling over until it felt like her skin was on fire. She had just finished adjusting her skirt when her father said the words, so low that she could barely hear him.

“What?” she asked, her whole face crunching up as she prepared to hear the words repeated.

“I said,” he began, testing the volume of his voice. “Let’s go home.”

Heather turned back towards the party, sticking out her round ass beneath the tight dress as she looked back over shoulder at her father, his eyes clearly staring. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She stepped out from behind the potted plant and the column and moved to the French doors. Opening them, she waited there for her father, who was soon beside her, offering her an elbow. Hooking her hand in his arm, she let him lead her back through the party, the pair talking to no one and no one bothering them. It looked perfectly normal, a father walking with his daughter, like leading the bride down the aisle, no one aware that in their heads they could think of nothing but fucking the other.

They left the ballroom and made their way through the reception foyer, back out into the evening air. Though they had just been outside, Heather felt a shiver run through her body. She couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t from her quivering, needy pussy, especially since she felt feverishly warm, but when her father offered her his jacket she still found herself turning and allowing him to drape it over his shoulders. Her father’s clothing swamped her, thanks to his broad shoulders and toned physique, but it made her feel safe and loved.

Arm in arm, they descended the steps to where Heather had left off her car. Robert gave the valet his number and within moments his car was brought forth. Robert opened the passenger door for Heather before getting in himself, treating her like he would any other date he was taking home after a night out. Inside the car, it was just the two of them and the sound of the engine purring. It had felt so dirty and exciting, for both, to walk through the public place, knowing what they were heading home to do and that no one else could tell. But inside the car, there was no public. It felt like a bubble, free from the outside world.

Heather wasted little time in taking advantage of this freedom, sliding low in the chair as she brought one leg up with a heeled- foot on the cushion just beside her ass, while her other leg lay flat, pushed out at right angle to the other, pointed towards Robert. Her tight dress slipped up her thighs as she moved until it was bunched around her waist. Heather looked like she had been cut in half, clothed on top, and completely naked and exposed below.

“H-honey, what are you doing?” Robert glanced between the road ahead and his eighteen-year-old daughter’s pussy, completely uncovered for his viewing pleasure.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” Heather replied in her cutest voice, one reserved only for when she really needed something from her father. “I was just thinking of your big cock and I just couldn’t…”

He watched, between quick side-looks at the lane in front of him, as his daughter’s fingers traced their way from her knee, down along her thigh.

“…help…”

Her hand descended further, continuously moving but tantalisingly slow even though her father could plainly see the glistening, dripping destination.

“…but…

Sliding along her inner thig, her fingers came upon the pelvic bone, where her mound met her leg, from there it was a quick hop to her warm, eager lips, gaping already at the very thoughts running through her dirty mind. Instead of making that jump though, she changed course, sliding her hand down lower still, beneath her pussy, between her holes.

“…touch…”

Robert growled with anticipation, hoping to see her touch herself, though after everything they’d done already it was comparatively tame. His eyes bounced between the half-naked teen in his passenger seat and the road in front of them, not wanting to miss a thing as her hand swept up over her pussy, fingers spread and just tracing her silky, slippery labia.

“…myself.”

The last word was said with a certain breathlessness, coupled by the act of her fingers coming together again as they graze her clit. Her whole body tingled like every hair was standing on edge. She closed her eyes for a second and turned her head towards the cool window almost getting off on teasing her dad alone. In her minds eye she saw herself on her knees in her father’s office, remembering just how huge his cock was and how proud she’d been when she’d taken it in her throat. After a long second, she opened her eyes, licking her lips as she looked at her father.

His gaze darted up from her pussy and her hand and caught her sultry, tempting stare. His cock lurched in his trousers, remembering the last time in his office, or what he supposed was now Zack’s office. Heather hadn’t worn any panties then either and had lured him close, bending over the desk to look at a document. Her ass pressed against his cock, first clothed, then naked, but always moving, rubbing his dick, stroking him between her cheeks until his head had just slipped in. He came right there in that moment. His cock twitched, eager for a repeat experience and maybe, just maybe, to go a little deeper…

“Fuck, Heather…honey…I…I should pull over…” Robert decided, unable to focus on where he was going with the sexpot jilling herself beside him.

“Noooooo,” Heather gasped, barely distinguishable from the other moans escaping her lips, while she continued to gently rub her clit. “I…I don’t want our first time…to be in some stupid car…at the side of the road.”

“Fuck…fuck…fine,” Robert relented, not wanting to waste this opportunity on car sex either. He set his eyes upon the road and put his foot down. “Hold on to your seat.”

The purring engine launched into a roar as the car jumped in speed, propelling the machine down the road at a completely illegal speed. The car weaved between lanes, overtaking anything that was in his way as he desperately tried to get back to the house as fast as he was able. He willed himself not to look at the glorious sight beside him, knowing that, if he did, he’d either have to slow down or crash. He told himself the sooner he got home, the sooner his cock could be buried in the delicious, wet little hole he was trying so desperately not to look at.

He cursed the fact that he’d chosen to drive himself tonight. He did have a car, and a driver, that he used on occasion, but he always felt that attending a charity event with a chauffeur was rude. It wasn’t an event that called for flash, no matter how big the charity or how big his donation. Though his thoughtfulness had bit him in the ass tonight, as he mournfully imagined being able to fully enjoy the show in the private, darkened backseat of his limo. ‘Next time’ he told himself, already unconsciously committing to fucking his daughter again after tonight.

“I know you can’t look, daddy,” Heather panted as she felt her orgasm building. “But if you want, you can touch. I noticed how much you seemed to enjoy feeling my wetness on your hand earlier. That is…if you think you can do both.”

Almost immediately his hand left the steering wheel and reached out towards his daughter’s body. He wasn’t even sure if he could drive and touch her at the same time, but he reacted without even thinking. Maybe he was too horny to care, or perhaps he could die happy if he could just touch her, even for a moment. Heather’s hand found his and guided him between her legs. She threw back her head the instant his thick, rough digits found her clit.

“Which one do you think you can get to first?” Heather continued the teasing, despite her laboured breathing. “The house…or getting me off?”

“Fuck,” Robert groaned, his cock already painfully rock hard. “How did I manage to raise such an irresistible tease?” He asked no one in particular.

“It’s all in the genes,” she said, with a breathy giggle, teasingly reminding him who he was fingering, as if he needed it.

His fingers flicked at her sensitive nub a few times sending bolts of pleasure surging through Heather’s bones. With none of the subtlety of Heather’s delicate movements, he slid his hand south and plunged a solitary finger into Heather’s drooling hole. With the angle of their seated positions that was all he could manage but it seemed to be enough, the long, thick finger rubbing against the rough, bumpy insides of his daughter’s pussy causing her to moan harder than before. The heel of his palm pressed against her clit every time he slid his finger inside, sending pleasure signals throughout her body from both sources.

Remarkably the car sped through traffic at the same rate as before, Robert never losing a beat despite the fact that he was steering one handed while his other fingered his own daughter. She gasped and writhed against his hand, rolling her hips against him. Her orgasm was imminent. Her whole body was tense as if it were to release all at once. The tingling had become a numbness that extended all the way to her head, her vision blurry as pleasure commandeered her senses. She could think of nothing but cumming, a feeling that intensified every time her father’s finger penetrated her.

Eyes closed, she felt the car stop. She opened them just long enough to see her father, seatbelt undone, leaning over the car and mashing his lips to hers, kissing his own daughter fully and completely on the mouth. Their tongues met, swirling, licking, tasting as his finger more furiously fucked her now, adding two. That was all it took for her to orgasm, cumming over her father’s fingers as they squished in and out of her hungry, soaked hole. The cushion beneath her became saturated with her juices.

He kept fingering her and kept kissing his daughter, prolonging her orgasm until her body had nothing left to give.

It was several minutes later before Heather had the awareness to ask why her father had stopped. She had expected him to start up again after he’d finally indulged himself and gotten her to cum, but in all the time it took for her to recover the car hadn’t budged. Robert grinned as he pointed out the window behind her. Heather’s eyes followed, widening and twinkling as she took in the sight before her.

“We’re home,” Robert told her as he stepped out in front of Ravers’ Manor.