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[ It's shameful, Jasmine knows, to have the feelings she has for her father. She would never act on them, not with him, but when she's alone, it's him she thinks of. Never has she slept with anyone, hasn't even gone on a date before. Not that anyone has never had any interest in her, because she's been asked out plenty of times.

Jasmine just isn't interested in anyone. Even though she has a hell of a libido, she never takes anyone up on their offer. Instead, she has her own ways of getting off. Her job is only part-time, but it pays well, and Jasmine has gotten very familiar with her local adult store. Under her bed, she has an impressive collection of toys: vibrators, dildos, suction toys, rabbits that thrust.

Sometimes, she leaves her door open a crack, hoping he might walk in on her. Her mom has long since passed, so it's just the two of them. If he were to catch her... It's a fantasy she thinks of often.

They're on a camping trip this weekend. The cabin has only one bed, and Jasmine is both grateful and nervous. Being so close to him sends her imagination running wild. Would he press up against her, cock hard against her? Hands on her breasts, kneading and pulling at her nipples? Maybe he'd trail his fingers between her legs and make her come on them.

It's risky to bring a vibrator, but she does it anyway. Waterproof, plus a dildo with a suction cup for the bathtub. She's glad she did, now -- lately, she's been more worked up than usual. Jasmine has in the shower for some time, riding that dildo, her vibrator pressed against her clit. The shower masks some noise, but not completely.

She doesn't even realize how loud she's moaning. ]

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[The forest around here this time of year was beautiful, particularly right now as the sun was only beginning to dip beyond the horizon. There was a rare strain of flower that only bloomed this time of year and rarely even then that now littered the grown damn near everywhere he looked.

His fingers shifted on the handle of his thoroughly empty mug and the restlessness in him only grew.

Whatever it was that had him riled up had sent him out here when his daughter had told him she was going to take a shower, the guilt over the way his cock hardened over the thought of her naked sending him for a cup of coffee and a long viewing of the forest off of the cabin's front porch. His sweet little girl all grown and looking so achingly much like her mother ...

He chewed on his lip a moment, trying to palm his cock with the hand stuffed firmly into his pant's pocket. He'd ignored the cracked open doors and the occasional toy left out in her room for years, dusting away any interest he felt with the firm reminder of who she was to him. He gave her chaste kisses on the cheek while ignoring her plump lips and loving hugs while banishing the idea of how her breasts pressed up against him.

He leaves off half masturbating outside to step back in and leave his mug in the sink. He doesn't hear the water still running until he's in the hallway and then as he begins to pass by the bathroom he hears it, a moan so distinct against the din of the water that it cuts through him like a knife. His cock throbs and he grinds to a halt to stare at the closed door.

Before he knows it he's reached out to the door. The cabin is old and he doesn't even need to turn the handle to push it open just slightly, only enough to look at the shower and it's foggy door barely concealing the shadowed shape of his daughter.]

[ Caught up in the burning need to come again and again, she doesn't notice. As she slides up and down, fast and hard, her breasts bounce. Cheeks flushed from the water and exertion, hair sticking to her neck and face, Jasmine's orgasm hits her hard. Her body stiffens and she throws her head back, crying out.

Panting as she comes down from her orgasm, Jasmine rocks her hips again. That heat is coiling in her stomach again. Her clit throbs, peeking out from her folds. It's not nearly enough -- she thinks it might be if she were taking his father's cock, but she still doesn't dare go for it.

She whimpers, and finally, she opens her eyes. Through the door, she sees the shape of him. Jasmine gasps, and she wonders how long he's been standing there--

She tightens around the dildo, coming fast, imagination running wild. ]

[It's terrible how much James can't quite bring himself to care when she gasps. She's obviously seen him but it's all after watching her hit that orgasm and now whatever good common sense he had left is just slipping away just like that.

Swallowing roughly he pulls the door the rest of the way open and slips in without bothering to close it behind him. In something of a daze he undoes his pants and just like that his erection springs out into the heated air of the bathroom. Is he bigger than she remembers?

His hand curls around the base of his cock and his eyes fix on her. Her breasts, her body arched against the dildo he now knows is stuffed inside of her.

His voice is all gravel and heat when he talks, hand beginning to stroke his cock with blatant enthusiasm.]

Keep going.

[ She's not sure how he's going to react, but she doesn't expect it to be this. Jasmine's breath hitches in her chest. Her eyes travel down to his cock, hard and big because of her. Her entire body tingles, and somehow, she feels her arousal burn hotter than ever. ]

Okay.

[ Her voice is breathless. Eyes on him, she touches the vibrator to her clit, whimpering softly, overstimulated. But it feels too good to stop. She fucks herself on the dildo, her other hand traveling to her breast to tug at her nipple. Louder than ever, she doesn't tear her gaze away.

She wants him inside her. But for now, she'll show him what he does to her. ]

[James isn't sure what he was expecting out of this. A way to torment himself a little more? The more noise she makes the more his cock throbs in his grip.

It's not long before he's stroking himself in a way he hasn't since his college playboy days. He'd never dated after losing his wife and for the longest time the thought of sex at all was abhorrent. Now here he is gripping onto the counter next to him and pounding away at what he knows is going to be a hell of an orgasm. All while watching his daughter to boot.

When he finally comes it's with a groan like he's been waiting years for this. It shoots up his spine and his hips jerk erratically from the intensity of it, his cum making a mess of his pants and the floor.

Through it all though he keeps pumping at himself, equal parts outrageously aroused and still hard as ever.]

Fuck. Jasmine ... oh god.

[ Seeing him cum in front of her, because of her, pushes her over the edge for what feels like the hundredth time. Jasmine cries out, trembling as she tips her head back. It's little relief before she starts moving her hips again. Her eyes are on him, soft lips parted. ]

Daddy, [ she gasps, biting down on her lip. ] I want to feel you, please...

[ To hell with what's appropriate. They've both orgasmed in front of each other, and he's still hard. She's still so, so horny, aching for him to drive his cock deep inside her. ]

[Whatever rational thought is left is abandoned. James only gives her one last look before he begins shucking off his shirt and sliding out of his pants to leave all of it a careless heap in the floor.

He's barely stepped into the shower before he's reaching for her, those plush lips her hers the first thing he hones in on. One hand on her chin, the other around the base of his obscene erection, he bumps the head of his cock against her lips.

His voice is ragged as he speaks.]

Don't worry, sweetheart, you can feel Daddy all you want.

[ Ever his good girl, Jasmine opens her mouth and takes him in. She's practiced before, on a thick dildo she imagined was his. Still, it's different when it's his actual cock. Hot, hard, thicker than her toys. She's determined not to choke.

He's heavy on her tongue, and Jasmine's eyes flutter shut as she bobs her head slowly. It's better than she imagined, and all over again, she rocks her hips. Thinking about him inside her, now that she knows how big he is, makes her feel like she's burning up.

The taste of him and the toy inside her drag muffled moans from her, vibrating around his cock. ]

[James can't contain the low groan that follows that first head bob. It's been years since his last blowjob and his head reels from the combination of whatever is in the air and the delicious sensation of her tongue against him.

He does his best to just hold the back of her head rather than giving in to the urge to face fuck her. She's too hot like this, bobbing her head and working her hips at once, to want to destroy right away. The vibration from her moans is good enough to make up for everything else.]

Good girl.

[His fingers stroke along the back of her head as he gives in to at least moving his hips, gently pumping in time to the bobs of her head. He throbs in her mouth as he thrusts and his next words come out in a strangled groan.]

Fuck you're good at this.

[ Jasmine moans around him again, his touch making her shiver. Cheeks flushed, she looks up at him through half-lidded, darkened eyes. She doesn't pull back when he rocks into her mouth, nearly hitting the back of her throat. One of her hands wraps around the base of his cock, stroking what she can't swallow down.

She loves that he thinks she's good, that she's his good girl. If she's good now, then she's looking forward to getting even better. To making him feel even more amazing, to hear how much pleasure she brings him.

Her hand strokes him faster, and Jasmine bobs her head faster too, eager to hear him as he cums. ]

[It's all too much. He used to have way more stamina than this but it's been years. Between that and whatever is in the air arousing him that good girl of his doesn't need to wait too long.

When she doesn't pull back he can't help but give in and rock into her mouth quicker, bracing his other hand against the half open shower door as the pressure steadily builds. In short work he's gasping, looking her in the eye with less shame and more heat.

When he comes it's with a groan like before, fingers grasping at the back of her head and hips jerking in a staccato fashion.]

Goddamn ... oh god ...

[This one feels even better than the last. He's still throbbing though and when he pulls out of her mouth his cock still bobs straight back up hard as ever. Despite what he's emptied into Jasmine's mouth he still manages to come a little more, low moans following as he reaches for her.]

You still want daddy's cock, sweetheart?

[ Such intense eye contact doesn't make her feel shy. Instead, it makes her ache more. Jasmine moans around his cock, bouncing more on the dildo. It's nowhere near satisfying enough, not when she knows and feels how big he is.

She pulls back and lets out a slight cough, but she manages to swallow down his seed. Eagerly, she nods, panting softly as she looks up at him. ]

Please... I want you so much...

[That's all he really needs to hear. He's so keyed up now that he reaches for her, sliding her off of her dildo and pulling her into his arms.]

Good girl ... so goddamn good ...

[He doesn't seem to care much about anymore of a lead up because in the next moment he has her backed against one of the shower walls, his mouth covering hers as he takes hold of both her thighs to spread her open. It's a little fumbling work but by the time he stops hungrily kissing her and pulls back it's in time to thrust the head of his cock into her.

Then with a loud groan he follows through all the way to the hilt, burying himself deep inside of her and stretching her open around the pulsing heat of his erection.]

So tight!

[He can't help it this time. She gets maybe a handful of second of him just buried inside of her before his hands tighten against her thighs and he begins fucking her into the wall behind her with a brutal pace. What he had left of his good senses leaves entirely and all he can think about is how hot she is, how tight, how good it feels to thrust into her right now.]

[ She's so wet that it's an obscene sound when he pulls her off. Jasmine's breathing hard, aching for his cock to slide inside her. She's never kissed anyone before, and when he finally crushes their mouths together, it feels like magic. She moans into his mouth, giving a quiet whine when he pulls back.

A sharp cry escapes her when he finally thrusts into her. Jasmine clings to him, nails digging into his back. No resistance, no discomfort -- just raw, intense pleasure. It's rougher than she'd ever imagined, but it's perfect. She doesn't worry about him dropping her. He's the one she trusts more than anyone in the world.

She doesn't care about keeping quiet -- no one can hear them, here. Jasmine cries out with each thrust and kisses him hungrily. ]

Daddy--

[ The things she wants him to do to her. Jasmine wraps her legs around his waist, bringing him in deeper. ]

S-so good... mm--!

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