Finally, he gets what he wants.

After dinner they sat on the sofa, sharing a joint, and settled into an embrace. Vixxen wasn’t dressed for bed yet, still wearing a tight tank top and a tight pair of shorts from a trip to the store with her dad earlier.

Her father pulled the photo album off of the end table and started looking through it, knowing the reaction it would cause.

It worked as expected, and soon Vixxen leaned into him, and she was crying. He felt bad for making her sad to get what he wanted, but it was a means to an end. When he was fucking her they would both be happier.

He held her tightly, kissing her on the cheek and forehead, and subtlety had a good handful of one of her breasts. Vixxen's dad lovingly pulled her hair out of her face, never letting go of the breast that he held, gently squeezing it, gently rubbing his thumb on her nipple.

In her sorrow, she did not respond to this contact, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He finally broke the embrace and left to get her something to lift her spirits. He took a Viagra with some water, wanting to make the most of the night he knew was coming. Vixxen's father also brought her ****, this time wine. A decent bottle and two glasses, which he had already filled. He had spiked her glass with a crushed ecstasy pill, he had stirred it up well, she would never know.

Things then went exactly as he expected.

Tonight was his night, finally it was his night. He was going to have his cock in her tonight, he was sure of it. His cock was rock hard from thinking about her lovely ass bouncing as he fucked her. He was willing to use **** and ecstasy on her as often as needed, but he hoped to be able to mold her into being his lover without them. A live-in young and sexy lover to fuck as often as he saw fit. A beautiful daughter and fuck toy. His own personal whore, as her mother had been so long ago.

Vixxen was handed a glass of wine, and drank it quickly, wanting the pain of the memories they discussed to stop. She turned it up and drank it quickly.

Her dad refilled her glass and suggested she take the second a little more slowly. The last thing he wanted was for her to fall asleep on him again, he wanted her awake for what was to come. He wanted a willing participant and something he could repeat with her as often as he wanted.

Most of all he needed her to remember. He knew what he was going to be able to do to her, he had used ecstasy before, but he wanted her to be awake and to remember. He wanted tonight to become normal.

She had two glasses of wine while he barely touched one and she hardly noticed. He wanted to remain sober this time, having taken Viagra and not wanting to waste one second of what was to come. They talked, they hugged and he held her very closely. Intimately, romantically even.

He rubbed her shoulder and caressed her arms, careful to brush her breasts as he did it. Gently enough that she didn't really notice it was happening, and often enough that her body began to respond. He leaned behind her and wrapped his arms around her and told her he loved her.

He squeezed his arms so that each of his hands was on a breast. This time it was less subtle, and as he squeezed her breasts, having one in each hand, he felt her breathing change, he heard a light moan.

Hell yeah, it was getting to finally be party time. After years of waiting for her to be old enough, he would finally get to use his daughter’s body.

He leaned down and kissed her neck, “I love you babygirl,” he said in a soft tone, still squeezing her breasts, now more forcefully. “I will always be here for you baby.”

She looked up at her dad and gave him a loving glance, and he kissed her on the lips. He had been giving her pecks on the lips, but this time his mouth lingered on hers, and he felt her tongue flick his lip. He responded by extending his tongue into her mouth.

Vixxen's eyes widened when his tongue went into her mouth, but she had licked his lips on purpose, she knew what she wanted. In a moment they were passionately making out. They were kissing with a passion neither had known recently, but that both needed. Vixxen's mind wasn't clear at all from the **** and the ecstasy. All she knew was she wanted more of this fire she felt inside of her.

Things moved very quickly after this, Vixxen's stepdad made sure of it. As they made out, he began squeezing her breasts harder and began pinching her nipples. He tried to free one of her tits by pulling her shirt down but found it too tight against her body, so instead he pulled at the bottom of her tank top. When he tugged on the bottom of her tank top and tried lifting it, Vixxen put her arms up, giving him easier access to remove it completely.

With her arms up and behind her, and her back arched her bare breasts looked magnificent. Her dad smiled, they were now his to play with openly. He squeezed them and leaned in and sucked one and then the other nipple, and she responded with a long moan of pleasure.

Vixxen loved the feel of his hands on her body, but her dad’s mouth on her breast was even better. She didn't know why she just knew she wanted more of it. She wanted to touch his cock, she wanted him to suck her breasts for a long while, she wanted him to cum on her face. "What the fuck am I thinking?" She thought to herself, snapping out of it for a moment. Then she let go of her reservations and welcomed the physical love and affection she was about to give and receive.

Her father looked at her tank top, then threw it across the room when it was off of her. He resumed sucking on her exposed breasts and nipples. He soon felt her hand first grab, and then massage his dick. Feeling her now stroking his dick from outside his shorts set Vixxen's father off, and he quickly had one and then the other of her beautiful young black nipples in his mouth, sucking them hard. She leaned back to give him more access to her, not taking her hand off of his cock. Vixxen had never felt anything like the combination of her father, the only many she loved, the only person who loved her sucking on her tits, and the feel of his cock in her hand.

Vixxen was almost shaking with pleasure - her mind was foggy with it. She couldn't think about anything other than her dad’s cock in her hand and the lips sucking on her nipple. His cock was so big, bigger than any she had touched. Why did she want it so badly?

She didn't understand how she felt this way, but she didn't give a fuck about that right now.