Sarah's Tale Ch. 05 "Europe"

"Daddy you're going to make me cum if you keep doing that."

"That's the idea."

Sarah gasped for air as he continued to finger her, loving the feeling of his fingers touching her naughtiest bits while the warm shower draped them both in water. The fact he was near him again filled her with joy and her orgasm took her suddenly, her cunt clenching onto his digits. She cried out, her legs shaking as her climax flowed through her like an electric current. She felt her knees give out, and she collapsed against him, her body twitching and convulsing. Her father caught her and held her close, her face pressed against his chest, her arms hiked around his torso for support.

"Dad..."

"Shhhh. Relax, baby. Just relax."

She felt his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging the tension away. She felt herself calming down, her breathing slowing, her heartbeat returning to normal.

"Mmmm, Dad. That feels so good."

"Good, I'm glad. Let's get cleaned up, I want to get in bed with you darling."

"Me too, Daddy."

She said sweetly, pecking his cheek with a kiss. They spent several minutes washing each other, taking turns lathering each other up and rinsing off. Sarah couldn't stop herself from running her hands over his cock, admiring the size and shape of it, and the way it hung between his legs, a thick, heavy appendage that always made her want to ride it. He washed her pussy too, enjoying the feeling of his strong fingers working their way in and out of her folds, cleaning her thoroughly. By the time they were done, they were both very aroused and horny, and ready to get out of the shower and into the bedroom. Sarah stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her waist, and she began drying herself off.

"I wish fucking in the shower was more fun than it actually is. It's just not as comfortable as it looks in porn."

"I know babe. But I feel like it would be pretty doable in that shower. There's the space at least. Some day I'll build you a bathroom dedicated solely to fucking ergonomics."

"That'd be great!" Sarah laughed. Seeing his expression she sobered up and asked, "you're not serious are you?"

"Well, yeah. Why not? It'd be a nice little project for me and a nice place for us to get together and spend some quality father daughter bonding time."

Sarah laughed and turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

"I love you so much, Dad."

"I love you too, baby girl. Now let's get this cock inside you."

"Yes please. Bonding time."

They went into the bedroom and climbed into bed, the covers pulled up to their necks. Sarah cuddled her naked body up against her father's, her leg draped over his thigh, her slick pussy pressed against his engorged manhood.

"God I need you, Daddy."

"You can have me baby."

She slid herself down onto his thick cock, enjoying the way the meaty heat of his shaft spread her whole being apart. A low moan escaped her throat when the whole length disappeared inside her. They stayed there, joined, and enjoyed the feeling of each other's heartbeats pulsing next to each other where they touched. Sarah leaned back, twisting around to kiss her father on the lips.

"You ever think about how crazy this is while were doing it?"

"All the time."

"Do you ever regret it?"

"Not a chance. You?"

"Never."

"So what's the plan for the next few days?"

"I'm glad you asked. Well, tonight we're just going to hang out. We'll order food in and we'll eat on the balcony. Tomorrow morning we're going to explore the city. I've been here before, but I didn't take you with me, so we can do whatever might take your fancy. Then tomorrow night there's a party I want to take you to."

"What kind of party?"

Evan thought for a moment before pushing himself even deeper into her, starting to thrust back and forth slowly and gently.

"The sort of party where we could have fun together as a couple, and no one would know any better."

He picked up speed and Sarah felt her body respond, her hips pushing down to meet his thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her, spreading her open. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it as he fucked her.

"You've told me before how much you like being fucked in public, right?"

"Yeah, I love it."

"Well, this is a party where no one would bat an eye at that. We'll get dressed up, go out, and enjoy ourselves. What do you think?"

"That sounds like heaven."

"After that, well we can go home if you want."

"I'd love that. I miss being in the USA."

"Sounds like a plan. The USA can't wait to have you back. It ain't the same without you there babe."

He continued to fuck her, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. He pinched her nipples, making her gasp. Little mini orgasms spilled out of her womb at his touch, and Sarah felt her body collapse into his, allowing the cradle of his torso to hold her up as he fucked her. She was close.

"You ready to cum baby?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm so close. Please cum in me."

"You want me to fill your pussy up with my cum?"

"Yes, Daddy. Fill me with your cum."

"Then beg for it."

"Please, Daddy! Fill me up. I need it. Please please please."

"Okay, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock."

He continued to thrust, his hips moving faster now. Sarah felt her body tense up, her pussy tightening around his cock and her back arching as she began to cum. She let out a low moan, her body trembling. He ejaculated, and the sensation was like a cue for her body to explode into ecstatic bliss. She felt his cum jetting into her, the hot fluid filling her up, making her feel complete and satisfied. She collapsed against him again, her body spent, her mind blank. They lay there for a minute, her father holding her close, her body pressed against his. Then she heard a knock at the door.

"Room Service!"

"Ah, that'll be the food. You relax, I'll get it."

Her father got up and left the bedroom, still nude. Sarah heard him trade a few words with the hotel staff. After a moment, Sarah heard the door click shut and her dad appeared pushing a cart piled high with plates covered in silver domes.

"Looks like you ordered enough to feed an army."

"I did. But we both know we can put it away. So, what's first? Lobster, or steak?"

"Steak for sure."

Her father uncovered a plate filled with thick slices of steak, a side of mashed potatoes, and a small salad. He took the plate and brought it over to the bed, sitting down beside Sarah. He took a fork and speared a slice, shoveling up a bite of potato and motioning for her to open her mouth. Giggling, Sarah sat up and obliged her father. The steak was perfect, juicy and tender.

"Mmm, that's good. Do I have to feed you too?"

"Nah, I got it. You just stay there and be naked."

"That's the best thing I've heard all day."

Sarah laughed and took an offered bite of salad. It was fresh and crisp, and the dressing had just the right amount of tang to it.

"Hey Dad? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"I wanted to talk to you about Felix."

"What about him?"

"Well, we're friends and I wanted to give him a chance to show me what it would be like to date one of my peers but... I was not really interested in him in that way anymore."

"Oh? What happened?"

"I don't know. I think he helped me realize how truly perfect you are for me. I missed you for six months, and now that you're here near me I'm realizing there's not a single person that made me feel the way you do in that whole time."

"Sweetie. Thank you. I don't know what to say."

"No, thank you. I know we've only been together a short time but it feels like I've known you all my life. I mean. I guess I have known you all my life. Just not like this. I just love you so much Dad. You get me. It feels effortless with you."

"I love you too, Sarah. You're everything I could ever want in a woman and more."

She smiled, her heart fluttering.

"I'm glad. I was worried you'd be upset that I fooled around with Felix."

"No, not at all. I just want you to be happy Sarah. You deserve the chance to have your own experiences, to learn yourself what it is you want or don't."

"Well, I am happy now. I'm happier than I've been in half a year, and it's you that's making me feel this way."

"I'm glad. I've been thinking about you constantly, you know. Every time I went to the office, gym, woke up in our bed, I wondered what you were doing. It was so difficult being apart from you."

"I know. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done Dad."

They ate in silence for a moment before Sarah spoke again.

"Hey Dad?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Do you think there's anyone that knows about us?"

"I don't know, probably not anyone that matters. I went on a hike with Hunter the other month. He knows."

"Hunter knows? How? What did you tell him?"

"I didn't have to tell him anything. He knew. Plus he'd had a bit too much to drink and basically admitted to fucking Melody in front of me. I'm sorry that I told him without your permission, but it felt like the only way I could let him know he wasn't alone, and that his admission wasn't too unforgivable."

"That's okay, I'm not mad. I just wish I'd known sooner."

"I'm sorry. I should have told you."

"Did you know about Hunter and Melody?"

"Did you?"

"I mean obviously. They're terrible at hiding how obsessed with each other they are."

Evan laughed.

"Yeah, you're right. I just thought you should know though."

"No, I appreciate it. I'm glad he has someone he can talk to and be with like us."

"Me too."

They finished their food and laid back down, snuggling close to each other.

"Other than that, anyone who sees us out in the world would think we're just like any other couple right?"

"I think so. Why?"

"I don't know. I've just been thinking about it lately. We've been so careful, but it's like, every time I start to worry about it, I just look at you and it feels like it doesn't matter."

"Well we still have to be careful."

"I know, I never want to lose you."

"You never will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Good."

Sarah rolled over and looked out the window at the skyline.

"It's beautiful here. Do you want to help me take some pictures for my social media accounts?"

"Of course, you know I love helping you take pictures."

Sarah smiled and got out of bed, her naked body on display. Her father looked at her with a smile on his face. Sarah stuck her tongue out and waggled it at her Dad.

"Any chance you've changed your mind? I think a sex tape would pay for that bathroom renovation you were talking about."

"Hmm, maybe. Let's focus on you for now though. I need to capture your beauty for lesser men to lust over. We can make a movie later."

Sarah laughed as Evan took her phone and began to take pictures of her at all angles. He directed her to cover herself or pose in certain ways. Sarah loved it when he told her what to do, and she could feel herself growing horny yet again. She knew the emotion would bleed through in the photos. Once he was satisfied with the photos, they went back into bed and cuddled up close to look at them.

"These look great, you're a natural model."

"It helps to have someone taking the shots who's naturally talented."

Evan leaned in and kissed her deeply. She felt his cock swell and begin to press against her thigh, and she raised her leg in response, her vaginal opening beckoning him forward. He slipped his cock into her, filling her once again. He began to move back and forth, his hands finding their way to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She moaned, her body pushing back against his thrusts. They made love again and again that night until they both collapsed, exhausted into one another's arms. They slept then, tangled up in the sheets, their bodies pressed together.

The next morning they woke up and showered again. Then Sarah took her phone and began to post the photos they'd taken the previous night. She picked the best ones and put them up, tagging the location and hashtags she'd picked out while lying in bed with her Dad. The first few were of her nude form splayed out in the bed, her privates hidden by folds of rich cloth. She also posted a short video of her and her father cuddling in bed together, their faces cropped out, showing only their naked shoulders and arms as they embraced each other under the covers. She captioned it, "The man I love." She knew it was a risk, but she didn't care. She wanted to share her happiness.

Once the posts were live, she went to the bathroom and put on makeup, getting ready for the adventures of the day. When she was finished, she stepped back into the bedroom and saw her father had finished getting dressed as well. He was wearing another dark blue suit, a white shirt, and a dark tie. He looked very handsome, and Sarah couldn't help but stare at him. She selected a tight black dress with a low-cut neckline, and a pair of black running shoes. She let her hair fall down over her shoulders and stood in front of her father, striking a pose.

"Do I look good?"

"Yes, but you look like you're going to be cold too. That's a wild amount of cleavage."

"It's what we women must put up with in order to look sexy. I was planning on wearing a coat over this."

"Fair enough. You're going to have me thinking of that outfit all day though."

"Good! That's my plan."

He laughed, and they left the room. They spent the morning wandering the streets of Old Amsterdam, starting off in one coffee shop that had a band playing. They had breakfast listening to the music before they began to stroll the canals, walking through parks and past shop windows while the crisp winter air nipped at their faces. Eventually, they ended up at the Van Gogh museum, and Sarah ended up crying in front of several pieces of art she'd had as prints in her room since Evan had gifted them to her as a young girl. It had become a tradition, and each year for her birthday, Sarah had received a gorgeous Van Gogh print to put up in her room.

After the museum they went ice skating, Sarah needed something to sink her youthful energy into after the emotions of the art they'd witnessed. She'd taken figure skating classes as a child and was still quite adept, attempting and landing several jumping pirouettes before being asked to keep the acrobatics to a minimum by a hassled-looking Dutch rink staff member that was on duty. Evan had glided over on his skates and pulled Sarah away from the discussion before it could brew up into an argument, telling her sternly not to harass the employees.

Sarah meekly acquiesced but inside, his firm tone sent her hormones into overdrive, and she felt her desire for him rising yet again. By the time they left the ice rink it was early evening, and they headed back to the hotel to get ready for the party. They showered together, Evan having to force Sarah to actually wash herself instead of focusing solely on his cock. By the time they were done, she had to dry her hair and style it, so they were running slightly late. Evan assured her it would be fine anyways as the party would be raging till the wee hours of the morning.

Evan had changed into another suit, this one a slick black number with a black shirt and tie that made him look like a spy to Sarah. She had a slick black number of her own, a tight elegant gown that had an extremely sheer leg slit. Evan had chosen the dress for her and Sarah couldn't help but feel that he'd picked it with the intention of letting her get fucked in it. The thought had been thrilling at the time, and it made her even more excited when they stepped out into the night to hail a taxi together.

Once they were in the taxi, Sarah took her father's hand and squeezed it, looking over at him with a mischievous smile on her face. He smiled back, squeezing her hand in return. It felt good to go out and do things with her dad as a couple. The boisterous nightlife flashed past the taxi cab's windows, and Sarah felt a glow of happiness well up inside her. She would remember this city and this trip for the rest of her life.

They arrived at the party and stepped out of the car, Evan's hand on the small of her back guiding her up the stairs to the entrance of the establishment. Other elegantly dressed people were lined up outside waiting to get in, but Evan whisked her towards the door, nodding at the doorman. The doorman nodded back and let them through without any fuss. Sarah was impressed at how smooth her father had been about it, and she could see the other guests enviously watching them walk by as they waited in line. She could feel the gaze of every man's eyes on her ass in the tight dress as she walked up the stairs into the club.

They were led through a posh, dimly lit lobby before rounding a corner into a vast room filled with plush and comfortable furniture. Along the walls of the room were bars with service staff waiting to pour drinks. Set into the walls up high near the ceiling were glass boxes with naked women dancing erotically inside. Music pulsed rhythmically, setting the pace for an erotic throb of bodies that writhed about in the center of the room.

There was a mass of people coupling on the floor, but there were plenty of people milling around and socializing normally at the bars or tables set out in the perimeter of the space. Many of the men in the room had removed their jackets, the women had taken off their shoes and everyone seemed to be having a fantastic time. Sarah saw a few couples making out, and more than a few groups dancing together. Her father led her to one of the couches in the corner and sat down, pulling her down onto his lap.

"Well, what do you think?"

"It's incredible! I've never seen anything like this before."

"Wait here. I'll get us some drinks."

Evan stood up and made his way to one of the bars while Sarah sat on the couch, her heart racing with excitement. She watched as a gorgeous young brunette woman approached her father at the bar, leaning close and speaking into his ear. Sarah felt a rush of jealousy flow through her, but her father simply shook his head politely and pointed back at her, causing the woman to look at her. She smiled at Sarah and returned to the dance floor. Sarah smiled back and relaxed, enjoying the view of the sensual scene in front of her. Her father returned with two drinks, one for each of them. Sarah took hers and sipped it, finding it to be sweet and refreshing.

"What was that girl after?"

"Me." Evan winked at her. "I told her I was taken. When I pointed to you she said I was a lucky man."

"Some might say you are my dear."

Sarah gave him an intense glare before breaking down into giggles. They sat there together, drinking and watching the other patrons, sometimes talking about something that caught their attention. Sarah noticed a man moving around the room with a camera, filming some of the people fucking on. Sarah felt her father's hand on her thigh, sliding slowly upward towards her crotch. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He smiled and pulled her closer to him, kissing her deeply. She felt his fingers slip under her dress to find her lack of panties and slide into her wet pussy, pushing deep into her.

She gasped, her body shivering at the sudden contact. His fingers slid in and out, teasing her sensitive flesh, his thumb rubbing her clit. No one seemed to notice them in their corner, but Sarah felt a thrill of exhibitionist pleasure run through her. Her father was touching her pussy in a room full of people. She moaned, her body shuddering as she orgasmed, her juices dripping onto the couch. She leaned against him, her hands holding onto his arm as he continued to finger her.

"Mmm...Dad. You're such a bad boy."

"You know you like it."

"I do. You're very good at it."