Ray had very recently discovered a compelling reason why he needed somewhere to get away from it all. He neglected to inform his wife about his little investment. The rent was small enough that she need never notice. And the storage unit was conveniently placed, right on his way to the office. He could stop there, and the whole world would be completely unaware of his activities.
So, twenty minutes after leaving for work that morning, Ray’s car was parked in his personal storage unit; the door firmly locked and a single, naked lightbulb illuminating the shabby interior. He was sat on the back seat of his car, with his pants and boxers round his ankles. His teenage daughter was straddling him, and his dick was buried balls-deep in her cunt.
Kim’s succulent thighs and butt cheeks were moving rhythmically, as she rode her father’s cock. You could see her muscles twitching and straining as they fucked. She was moaning and whimpering with every thrust, her tight little pussy lips stretched wide by his big, beefy fuck-stick.
She’d taken her blazer off, and it was lying on the passenger seat up front. She still had her blouse on, but it was unbuttoned, and one of them had taken the time to fish her big, juicy tits out of the cups of her bra. Her body was pressed tightly against her father’s, her arms wrapped round his head, as he buried his face in her cleavage.
Ray’s hands were roaming over her legs and buttocks, his fingers sinking into all that delicious, soft flesh. He licked and sucked at her nipples, tugging at them with his teeth, biting down enough to cause her a little pain. She had told him many times she liked it when it hurt; she enjoyed that extra added spice of sensation.
Father and daughter kissed, their mouths opened wide, their tongues slipping and sliding together, duelling muscles of wet flesh. They made out like teenagers on prom night, which was kind of appropriate, when you considered that one of them was still a teenager. It’s as if they were trying to devour each other. Both of them could feel hot breath against their skin and lips. She could smell and taste the coffee he had drank that morning. He inhaled the sweet, milky scent of her breakfast cereal.
Ray particularly relished fucking his daughter when she was wearing her school uniform. To be candid, he loved fucking her all the time – the fact it was incest already made it sinfully wicked – but it was just that little bit more wickedwhen she was dressed like this. You could never confuse Kim for a child – her body was too mature, too developed for it to be anything other than the physique of a young woman – but when she wore her hair in pigtails, or flashed him her cotton panties, like she had done that morning, the temptation to imagine was so strong.
What if she was younger?
Father and daughter had been having sex for nearly six months now. The first time it happened was the night of her nineteenth birthday; the birthday she shared with her twin brother. Ray had waited until then. That was what he told himself. That was the crumb of comfort he clung to when he felt particularly guilty or uneasy about what they were doing. What he was doing. It didn’t do much to salve his conscience, but it was there, nonetheless.
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