In recent weeks they had begun to experiment a little in breath play. Like all girls her age, Kim had been brought up on the internet, so there was very little she didn’t already know, when it came to fucking. At least in the abstract. He couldn’t believe how sexually precocious she had been; she was so much more worldly than he had been at her age.
Over the months, as their affair progressed, their lovemaking became ever more intense and ferocious. Kim shocked him with her enthusiasm for the transgressive. She wanted to be slapped and bitten and spat on. To begin with, Ray had been a little reluctant, not wanting to hurt his precious child. But soon enough, his resistance melted away, and he was fucking her like a man possessed. It was as if in crossing one line – incest – they now wanted to cross every line.
He could vividly recall wrapping his fingers round her neck and tightening his grip. The way her face became flushed. The tears rolling down her cheeks. The sound of her struggling for breath. The feeling of his cock inside her cunt. When he let go, she gasped for air; snot dripping from her nose. She had thanked him, kissing him frantically, telling him how much she had enjoyed it. How hard he had made her cum.
He had been shocked and confused and unnerved. But the next time, he squeezed that little bit harder.
Now, she was perched on the edge of his desk, her legs crossed in front of her. His jacket was draped against her killer curves, his tie lying snugly between her breasts.
“So, what’s the plan?” She asked.
“Well, give me ten minutes and I can fuck you, bent over that desk again.” He replied, slapping his cock gingerly.
“That’s not what I mean, Dad. And you know it. What’s the plan for us?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do. We need to talk about this.”
“Talk about what?”
“The future. What we do in the future.”
“Jesus! That seems a little heavy, don’t you think?”
She sighed, her shoulders drooping a little.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. It’s just…well…don’t get me wrong, I like being your little fuck-toy. Your cum-slut whore. Choose whatever trashy description you like. But what happens next?”
“I don’t know. You want us to keep doing this, I presume?”
“Oh God, of course I do!” She exclaimed. “There’s literally nothing I want more than for us to keep doing this. But what if you get bored with me?”
Ray clambered up on his feet and went to his daughter, lifting her up from the desk and wrapping his arms around her. It made for a peculiar sight, this big naked man, towering over the much smaller figure in front of him, engulfing her in his larger frame.
“Kimberley! You must know I’ll never get bored with you. I love you more than anything!”
“More than you love Mom?”
“You know the answer to that, sweetie. You’ve known it since you were little. You are my everything. You always will be.”
She looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“It’s just…I love you so much.” She said, almost sobbing now. “And I want to be with you all the time. I want us to be a couple. A proper couple.”
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