Heartbreakers Ch. 02

"Masturbate for me." Mindy said, as she withdrew to the spot where she'd been previously stretching. "I won't tell mom."

The look on her father's eyes convinced Mindy that he wanted to do more than just play with himself. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

"Or..." She kept up her coy tone. "We can play a really sexy game together."

Through ragged, sensuous breaths, Blake answered, "What kind of game?"

"You do what I do." Mindy instructed him. "If I take off my shirt, you're taking off your shirt. Basically, you follow my lead. Okay?"

It was going to be a quick game too, she considered, as she was only wearing two articles of clothing.

"Okay." Blake answered.

After giving him a most alluring stare, Mindy pulled her shirt off. Her supple, shapely breasts and hardened nipples were, for the first time in a very long time, revealed to her father's eyes. When a soft, desirous moan slipped from her lips, Mindy thought of what a little slut she was. In the back of her mind, the teen knew that if she played her cards right, she could achieve this same reaction from her father whenever she wanted to. She could get whatever she wanted from him this way.

Sexily, hungrily, Mindy watched as her father unbuttoned his shirt and exposed the taut muscles of his chest to her. For a moment, the teen couldn't understand why her mother would take off on a Saturday morning to show her stupid houses, instead of keeping Mr. Blake in the bedroom all day to fuck his brains out. Didn't Marge have the entire workweek to show houses to people?

Still on her knees, Mindy scooted around to show off her back and butt. She said, "I seem to be having trouble taking off my shorts. Can you give me a hand with them?"

It didn't take long for her to hear the couch being made vacant. Her father might have taken two strides before he stood behind her, before he slid down to his knees. His hands came up to her shoulders. Even though Blake was brazen, he was also timid, as his hands held firm in those two spots. The ogling, the stripping, the imagination; all of those sensual things formed their own dimensions around them. Things were about to get a lot more physical.

Mindy grasped one of her father's hands, guiding it around her body and before her chest. She placed it directly onto a breast. Mindy felt the fingers quiver, heard her father's moan, as the hand clasped her eager young flesh.

No further urging was necessary for Blake's other hand to roam free. It found and felt the softness of her other breast. Mindy resigned her gorgeous body to being groped by the man she loved most in the entire world. Mindy's ribcage and her waist were fondled, before the pair of exploring hands went to her backside. Over the cloth of her shorts they tarried, but not too long, before they poked past the waistband or under the legs. Blake's fingers were sneaking glimpses of her ass, her tight, shapely ass, and hugging the curves of her shorts, before the anticipation fully weakened them. The hands went to her waist, pulling the shorts to her thighs, exposing her. Once this was done, the hands again roamed and caressed, squeezed and groped.

"I think it's time for me to take off my shorts." Mindy said, seductively.

Blake moved back to give her enough room, simply staring at the incredible, nude form that beckoned him closer.

"Did you forget the Sexy Game already?" She reminded him.

As if broken out of a trance, Blake moved back by a few feet. He finished removing his slacks and everything else he still had on. They were both fully nude now, with him staring at his daughter's back and Mindy glancing back over her shoulder. Although each of them knew and deeply wanted what was to come next, the elder of the two was still holding back.

"Where were we?" Mindy prompted him, as she got back down on her knees. "Oh, you were right behind me and you were touching me, right?"

Wordlessly, Blake went to her. He resumed his place, before his hands went back to running all over her body. The only thing her father seemed to be keeping away from was her pussy.

I can remedy that, Mindy thought. "The next part of the Sexy Game is for you to keep your hands on my tits. Can you do that?"

Mindy didn't wait; she just leaned forward and got on her hands and knees. Her back arched just enough to give emphasis to her curvy ass. Her pussy was fully on show. Now, things were up to her father.

Blake had no choice but to lean forward and reach. This caused his cock to rub along his daughter's thighs, to poke at her abdomen and for his hips to press on her butt. The excited man managed to reach her breasts. He squeezed them, but, oh, it would be so much easier if his cock were pushed into her. He'd be fucking Mindy, his own daughter. Still, there was that unyielding reserve within Blake that cautioned him, that told him the final step in their erotic play was one step too far, regardless of what he'd done with her already.

Blake abandoned his hold on her breasts, sliding his hands along her back and halting at the curves of her ass. One hand stayed there as if not wanting to slip away, as if the father wanted to keep their actions in the I Almost Did It category, instead of the one called I Went Too Far. His other hand, Mindy imagined, was gripped around his cock.

In one final, sultry whisper, Mindy said, "I won't tell mom."

She knew how to play men, and her own father was no exception. This was a chance Blake was never again going to get, she'd already told him that earlier. It was the realization that her father would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't act now. After all of the fantasies, here was his chance to do in real life what he'd only before done in his mind.

And her father did take that chance. Blake moved up behind her, his hand still encircling his cock, while the other still held Mindy's ass. He prodded at her, moaning at their intimate contact. His breathing suddenly tumbled into harsh pants.

Her dad was going to cum into his own hand, Mindy realized. This peeved the teen, as she hadn't come this far only to have her father spurt goo onto her ass and call it a day. Bethany's Challenge was very clear. The dare was for Mindy to fuck her father and that was what she fully intended to do.

Reaching behind her, Mindy slapped away the hand trapping the cock. She took hold of it herself. The excited teen aimed it, and she held it firm, and oh, so slowly, she eased back into it. Her insides engulfed it, while her ass pushed back against her father's legs. It was she who began to rock back and forth. Her father became a mere observer, as all the action was being indulged by Mindy.

The young woman thought of Bethany's Bitches, of how incensed Bethany was going to be once she found out how badly she'd been beaten. That bitch would be utterly humiliated and her little First In Line Girls were about to be shot down by, not notches but by stratum. First In Chatter, Last In Action. Mindy looked forward to boasting such taunts to her enemies.

Behind her, Mindy felt her father's hands tightly grabbing at her ass. Coupled with the steady eruptions of moans she was hearing, the teen knew Blake was on the brink of climax. Had Mindy been her mother, undoubtedly she would have thought that Blake was a One-Minute Man, incapable of anything more than a quickie hump. But Mindy was not her mother; Mindy was Mindy. The sexy teen could not find fault with her father's premature climax, because after all, she was known to be a young goddess in the realm of common, simple women.

Except for Shelly, Mindy thought. That was another goddess just like her. Mindy's mouth salivated at the idea of what Shelly could do to her, if only Mindy let her. Maybe, she thought to herself, she would go lesbian for one day and find out.

Her father's cries deepened into something more feminine than manly, right before he erupted his fluid into her. Blake's hands grabbed at her sides. After having barely moved at all, he was now giving her a few, short, feeble thrusts.

Mindy waited him out. Afterward, she pulled away and turned around to face him. The look he had on his face, Mindy had seen plenty of times before on other men. He was thinking, am I supposed to hug her now? Am I supposed to kiss her? How am I going to act around her when I see her from now on?

Any other man, Mindy would have kicked to the curb. But this was her father, after all. She was going to see plenty of him around the house, and also for the rest of their lives. The teen knew she couldn't be as cold and abrupt as she usually was with her former lovers.

"Dad, that was a lot of fun." Mindy said, soothingly. "But we can never, never do it again. Mom might find out and that would not be good for either of us, would it? So, don't ever bring this up and don't ever try to make it happen again."

"Okay." Blake nodded back dumbly. "One time deal, I get that. It's better that way."

"Right. But I don't want you to forget this, either. Where's your phone?"

"Back in my office. Why?"

"Go get it and meet me in the bathroom. And don't put your clothes on yet."

As her dad rose to his task, Mindy made her way into the kitchen. She'd brought her own phone down earlier and left it on the table next to her half-emptied glass of orange juice. Now, she scooped it up and headed to their next meeting place.

Mindy had a few moments to consider how she wanted to pose, before her dad joined her. In the end, she stood before the wide bathroom mirror, looking defiant and beautiful. Her father stood behind her. His hands went around her middle and covered up both of her breasts. One of her hands held up first his phone and then hers. A total of two pictures were taken. The poses she found satisfactory, so she soon found herself thinking of a way to officially conclude the romp.

"Okay, dad, listen to me." Mindy said. "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to call one of my friends and go out. The next time you see me, you are going to pretend that our little fling never happened. It never happened. That's going to be our story. The only proof you'll have that anything ever happened is that one little picture on your cell phone. And nobody's ever going to see that picture, right?"

"Absolutely not." Blake shook his head.

"Good." She said, right before she left the bedroom.

Mindy said nothing at all about how she was going to share her picture, however.