Father and Daughter share a bed

It was embarrassing, but what she had said was true. I did need to go the bathroom, but I would wait until she was asleep.

"If you won't do it, then I will."

By the time I had realised what she meant, she had reached over me and put her hand in my boxers. She was now gripping my cock. It was decision time. Remove her hand, or turn onto my back to make it easier for her to stroke my cock. Some Fathers might have been able to say no, but I wasn't one of them.

I turned over.

She then surprised me again, by switching on the bedside light.

"I like to see what I am doing, especially when I am playing with a cock."

Then she pulled the covers down, and lowered my underwear. I was a lot older than her, and a lot more experienced, but she was now in control.

"Daddy, I didn't realise you were so big. You are almost as big as Harry."

He was somebody she had dated last year. I had liked him, but their relationship hadn't lasted long.

"I don't miss him, but I miss his big cock."

She was now slowly stroking it, taking her time.

"I haven't done this for a while, but it's like riding a bike, you never forget."

She was good, very good. How many men had she done this to? It must be a lot, because she was an expert. A lot better than her Mother.

I managed to last longer than I thought I would. She even took me to the edge twice, before backing off. The third time was too much. When I spurted, it almost hit the ceiling. That was an exaggeration, but Emma was impressed.

"Wow, so high, and so much!"

"There's always a lot. Your Mother doesn't like it, she makes me wear a condom."

"I love it when a man comes inside me."

That almost made me hard again.

We were now facing away from each other.

"Daddy?"

"Yes Emma."

"This is our little secret."

"I wished you had told me earlier. I have sent a text to your Mother telling her all about it."

That made her laugh, and I joined in. However, it was a long time before I drifted off to sleep. I had too much on my mind. It's not every day that your Daughter plays with your cock.

The next morning, there was no mention of what had happened. When she left for her course, I got a peck on the cheek. I would have preferred another hand-job.

This time I was eager to start working. After four hours I had done enough for the day. I was now confident that it would be finished on Friday.

I spent the afternoon in the hotel garden, making the most of the sunny weather, and reading a book that I had been meaning to start for a long time. When her lesson ended, Emma joined me. We only went back indoors when it started getting cold.

"Can we go out tonight? Alice told me about this place that has the best steak you have ever tasted."

Apparently it was posh. Fortunately, I had packed some decent clothes, so I could wear them rather than my usual shorts and T-shirt. Emma had brought two dresses.

"What do you think?"

It was the blue one. She then held it up in front of me.

"Yes. Your pearl necklace will go well with it."

She then went to the bathroom to get changed. A few minutes later she was back, and she was just in her underwear.

"This bra is not on properly."

When she turned round, so that her back was to me, I could see what she meant. It was only fastened with one hook. When I tried to do the other one, it all came undone, and her bra fell to the floor. She then bent down and picked it up. When she handed it to me, her breasts were exposed, and I had a good look at them. I could now see her nipples. I longed to get them into my mouth.

"Please will you put it on for me?"

Facing her, I put the cups onto her breasts. I could feel the firmness of them as I lifted them up. She then turned round, and I fastened her bra.

"I think it's on OK now, but let me check."

I then reached round, and put both my hands under her breasts. Then I moved my fingers so that I could get to her nipples. When I found them she gasped. After rubbing and pinching them repeatedly, I wanted more. As my hand pushed under her bra, she moved away.

"We had better go. Any later and we might lose our reservation."

The spell had been broken, and I was now cursing myself for rushing it.

Alice was on the course, and Emma kept talking about her during the meal. They had become friends, and they might even meet up later on, after the course ended. I hadn't met her, but what she had said about the steak was true. It was the best, but it was also the most expensive. I didn't mind though, I could afford it. Cedric was paying me a lot of money for the painting.

When we got into bed I thought something would happen, but it didn't. As soon as we were under the covers, she turned her back on me. I was tempted to snuggle up to her, and then fondle her tits, but I held back. It had been a nice evening, and if she rejected me, it would spoil it.

During the night, I was woken up again by Emma, but this time not by her shaking me, but by being kicked. It hadn't hurt, but it had been enough to disturb my sleep.

"Sorry," then she gave a loud moan, before saying, "I'm nearly there."

I flicked the bedside light on, and then I turned over. She was on her back, eyes closed, and legs wide open. Her bottom half was still covered, but I could see the movement of her fingers. She was frantically fingering herself.

"Oh fuck."

I watched her as she climaxed. Her body went stiff, and her head went back, then she relaxed. It was a while before she opened her eyes. I then got a weak smile from her. She looked exhausted.

"I thought I could do it without waking you up."

"Well you were wrong."

She laughed.

"Next time I will be more careful."

"No, next time wake me up so that I can do it for you."

It was a joke, sort of, and I thought that we had finished. Then she surprised me.

"You can do it now if you want."

I didn't say anything else, but I also didn't hesitate. I just put my hand under the covers. I had stopped thinking of her as my Daughter, and I was now thinking about her as a woman. I might feel guilty about it later on, but I didn't care. I was desperate to get my fingers inside her, no matter what the consequences would be.

I started by stroking her leg, high up on her inner thigh. My fingers were close to her sacred place, but I wasn't touching it. This was something to savour, so I was taking my time.

"Will you be able to come again?"

"Yes, if you are good with your fingers."

"I'm an expert."

That made her giggle, but she stopped when I moved my hand higher.

I was now running my fingers over her lips, feeling their thickness, and pulling on them. That made her moan. I liked them. They were big, just like Sophia's. I then moved to her opening. When I put the tips of two fingers in, she gave a low groan, and then she pushed against them.

"I need them inside me."

I shook my head.

"Please Daddy."

Then she looked at me, with the same pleading eyes that I had seen many times before, especially when she was a child. However, this time it wasn't because she wanted me to buy her something, it was because she wanted me to finger her.

As I slowly pushed them in, her pouting expression changed. She was getting what she wanted, and it was showing on her face. When they were fully in, she purred, like the cat that has got the cream.

I was now moving them. I kept taking them almost out, before putting them deep inside her again. She was tight, and it reminded me of the first time I had fingered her Mother.

"You can put another finger in," then she moaned, before saying, "That's if you want to."

Of course I did. If I thought that she would be able to take four, then that's what I would give her. But I knew that would be too much.

Three was a tight fit, and I had to push hard to get them in.

"That's nice. Now fuck me with them."

Before I started, I pulled the covers back with my other hand, exposing her lower body. If I was to take my fingers out, and put my cock at her opening, would she let me enter her? I was tempted to try. But would that be a line that she wasn't prepared to cross?

My fingers were now moving quickly, and she was getting excited, even though I hadn't touched her little bud yet. I could see it. It had emerged from its hood, and it was ready to be played with, but it would have to wait.

"I like the way you finger me, but you also need to play with my clit."

When I touched it, she gasped. Then, when I started to rub it, she gave a low moan.

"Lower."

I moved my finger down.

"That's it. Don't stop."

Good, I had found her sweet spot.

My fingers were still moving inside her, but I was now concentrating on her clit. I was flicking my finger over it as fast as I could, and she was responding by making a lot of noise. Then she started to gasp.

"My Daddy is going to make me come."

That sent a surge of excitement down my spine.

Seconds later she climaxed. It was her second one, but it seemed to be more intense than the first. I watched her as she thrashed about. Was it ever going to end? When eventually it did, I removed my fingers. They were coated with her sticky juice. I couldn't resist smelling them, and then I sucked on them. The smell and taste were divine, even better than her Mother.

Now that I had pleasured her, I was expecting her to return the favour, but it didn't look as if she was going to. She was now covered up, and she had her back to me.

"What about me?"

"I'm too tired. Coming twice has taken it out of me."

I gave a loud sigh, and it made her laugh. I wasn't annoyed though. My Daughter had just let me finger her to a climax. It would be nice if she masturbated me, but I wasn't going to complain.

"You will have to do it yourself. But keep the noise down, I want to sleep."

I took my time, and I was quiet, but I did grunt when I reached it. However, it didn't wake her up.

When I woke, I was surprised to see that she was already dressed, and ready to go.

"Today's lesson is supposed to be tough. I need to do some extra work before it starts."

Then, after blowing me a kiss, she left the room.

Before going to sleep last night, I had decided, that in the morning I would have a quick breakfast, and then start painting.

I did, but I hadn't planned on falling asleep again after my Daughter had gone, and waking up at ten thirty.

When Emma got back at six, I was still painting.

"What do you think?"

"I like it, but what's it supposed to be?"

I knew she was teasing me. It was Lansdowne Lad, Sir Cedric Pattinson's champion race horse, and thankfully it was almost finished.

That evening I had to eat alone, because Emma went out with the other students. I had intended to wait up for her, but at eleven I was falling asleep, so I went to bed. I didn't see her again until the morning, when she was coming out of the bathroom after showering.

"What time did you get in?"

"You sound like my Mother."

Then she laughed, and I joined in. But her mentioning Sophia had made me feel uncomfortable. If she ever found out what we had been doing, there would be hell to pay, and I would get all the blame.

At ten, I set up the easel. Twenty minutes later I had a brilliant idea. Why not work in the hotel garden? It was already a nice day, and the forecast was that it would get even hotter.

I was now outside, sleeves rolled up, working on my masterpiece.

Shortly after one o'clock, I applied the final brush stroke, then I stepped back to admire it.

"It's perfect."

There was nobody to hear what I had said, but that didn't matter. It was perfect, and it needed saying.

When Emma got back, she was buzzing. In her hand was a certificate, and she was waving it about.

"I passed."

"Congratulations."

She then noticed the paining. It was on the bed, ready to be wrapped up. She took her time inspecting it.

With a straight face, she said, "It's OK."

I shook my head, and then I smiled, before saying, "Now tell me what you really think."

She then hugged me, before saying, "It's perfect."

Good, we were both of the same opinion, but would Sir Cedric agree with us? I hoped so.

The course was now over, and I had finished the painting, so we could both relax. During our meal in the hotel restaurant, we shared a bottle of wine, and then we had a couple of drinks in the bar. When we got back to our room we were both tipsy.

As soon as we got through the door, Emma said, "I'm going to bed," then she started taking her clothes off. I did the same. However, when I looked over at her, she had taken everything off, rather than leaving her bra and knickers on. I was now staring at her bare breasts. They looked good enough to eat.

"Why aren't you naked?"

Then she giggled.

"I don't know."

As she giggled again, I took the rest of my clothes off.

We were now in bed, both naked, and facing each other. When she kissed me on the lips, I responded by kissing her back, and then by reaching for her tits.

"Do you like them?"

They were firm, with prominent nipples. Of course I liked them.

"Yes, they are just like your Mother's, when she was younger."

I could tell that she was pleased with what I had said.

"Suck them."

She then lay on her back, to make it easier for me. My mouth was quickly on her nipple.

I was now taking as much of her as I could into my mouth, and she was enjoying it. Then I switched to the other nipple, and it got the same treatment.

"What about my pussy?"

She didn't need to remind me. I hadn't forgotten about it. I was saving it for later, but she wanted it to be played with now. As I moved my hand up her leg, she opened wide for me.

When my fingers touched her opening, she said, "Put them in, as deep as you can."

This time she got three straight away, and it made her gasp.

"I love being fingered."

Not as much as I liked doing it to her.

I was now fucking her with them, and she was moaning. She sounded just like her Mother had, the first time I had got my hand inside her knickers.

I waited as long as I could before going for her clit. Then I gave it my full attention.

"I like your fingers on my clit, but your tongue would be better."

There was only one way to find out if that was true or not.

My head was now between her legs, and I was lapping on that little mound of hers. Yes it was better, and she didn't need to tell me. A wriggling bottom, and loud moaning, was confirmation enough.

I would have liked to continue. To let my tongue work its magic and make her come. But there was something else that I wanted to do, and it was better than this, a lot better.

When I raised my head, she tried to push it back down again, but she wasn't strong enough.

"Get onto all fours."

She was now looking at me wide-eyed. I was surprised, even shocked. Hadn't my little girl realised that it was going to end this way?

"Please."

She didn't reply, but when she nodded her head, I knew that she was going to do it.

When I saw her bent over, her pink opening exposed, I almost laughed with joy. I was going to get the ultimate prize. I was going to fuck my Daughter.

Before pushing into her, I fondled her plump bottom, and then I spread her cheeks. At first, it was just the head, and an inch or two, that was inside her. Then I slowly gave her the rest. When it was fully in, she gave a satisfying moan.

"I love your big cock."

"Not as much as I like your tight pussy."

"I've waited a long time for this. Sometimes, when my Mother has had a bit too much to drink, she tells me how good you are in bed."

That didn't surprise me. I was old enough to know that when women get together they talk about such things, especially when they have been drinking.

I then started moving my cock, and she started moaning.

"I want you to fuck me hard, as hard as you can."

I didn't need telling, because that was what I had already decided to do, but it was nice to know that she wanted the same thing.

She was now getting what she had asked for. Full strokes of my big cock. I was almost coming out of her, then thrusting back in again up to my balls. I could hear them slapping against her. It was frantic, and it wasn't going to last much longer. I could already feel the sap rising, and she was gasping, a sign that she was about to climax.

When she did, I wasn't far behind.

"Oh, fuck. It's a big one."

That made me smile, and I was still smiling when I started to shoot my load deep into her. I had only just finished, when she collapsed onto the bed, taking me with her.

After she had recovered, we showered together. When she washed my cock, with her soapy hands, it started getting hard. That made her giggle.

"No, save it for tomorrow morning."

I liked the sound of that. I hoped that we would also do it again at home, in the following days, and weeks, when Sophia was out. That's what I wanted to happen, but did my Daughter want the same thing as me? I would have to wait and see.

When I got back into bed, it wasn't long before I was asleep.

In the early days of our relationship, I was often woken up by Sophia stroking my cock. It was a good way to start the day. But this was better. Had I ever been woken up by a woman sucking my cock? I didn't think so, and that was something that I would have remembered.

She then moved her head back, and my cock came out of her mouth.

"I'm glad that you are now up."

She then laughed. I certainly was. My cock was rock hard, and it wanted to enter her sweet pussy.

"Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy?"

I pretended to think about it. I even furrowed my brow, to make it look as if it was a difficult decision. Emma found that funny. Spurting into her mouth would be nice, but the offer of pussy was even better.

"I think," then I paused.

She gave me a playful slap on my arm.

"It has to be," then I paused again.

This time the slap was harder, and it made me wince.

I then said, "Your pussy."

"Good answer."

I just wished that I could come in both of her openings that she had offered me, but the time when I could come twice in quick succession, was a long way in the past.

We were now kissing, but I wanted her nipple in my mouth. When I got it, I sucked on it greedily. Then I did the same to the other one. I couldn't get enough of her tits, and her nipples.

"Go down on me."

I ignored her, we could do that later on. But she then started pulling on my hair.

My head was now between her legs, with my tongue moving up and down her slit. That made her moan.

"Lick my clit."

I did, but only after exploring the rest of her pussy, especially her lips. She liked that, but not as much as when I finally gave her clit the attention that it needed.

"That is so good."

She was almost purring when she had said it.

For the next few minutes I gently flicked it with my tongue. It was a delicate balance. I wanted to excite her, but not make her come.

It was getting risky. Better to stop now, rather than accidentally making her climax.

"I was enjoying that. Can't you do it for a bit longer?"

I shook my head, and she pouted. That normally worked, and I would give in, but not today. It was time for us to fuck.

Looking at me, she said, "How about cowgirl?"

I nodded vigorously, and it made her laugh.

I was now on my back, and she was above me, ready to lower herself. I could see the concentration on her face.

She was now sitting on me, with my cock deep inside her. After breathing heavily for several seconds, she started. At first, she was only lifting up three or four inches, but now, because she had got used to it, she was making the most of my big cock. A couple of times she was so high up, that my cock almost came out.

I was enjoying it, and I could tell that she was as well. But it was hard worker for her. Her Mother had enjoyed doing this when she was younger, but now it was too much for her.