"Wow!" Mikki gasped. "That was a hell of an experience. What a way to fuck!"
"Glad you could join us," Giselda answered. "Really, honey, I'm glad you reacted this way. I've wanted you to share our fun. I'm afraid, though, that your brother came close to wetting the bed when you walked in."
Dan grunted as Mikki patted him playfully on the ass. The brunette was still tingling from the excitement. Her brain was whirling again. Daddy might need more than she had thought. Maybe this sort of thing would help him. First, though, she had to get Daddy. The first task was to seduce her dad.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
John Phillips sat back in the easy chair and loaded his pipe. He fired the briar, drew on it enough to insure an even bum, then leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes while the lush aroma of the tobacco drifted around him. He had to do something about Mikki. The problem was that he didn't know exactly how to approach her. Giselda had been no help. His big, lusty blonde had a sure cure for everything. John was not about to resort to that for his lovely young daughter. Hell no! Besides, who would he get to provide the service if Giselda were correct that all the girl needed was a good fuck?
He pictured the little brunette as she had looked earlier in the evening. John shook his head at the memory of her firm young tits. He remembered the outline of her saucy ass beneath the skin-tight slacks. He saw the soft brilliance of her green eyes, framed so beautifully by her dark hair. She was lovely! She was the loveliest girl he could imagine. No! He couldn't buy the blonde's assertion that the little girl wanted to be fucked. Hell, a kid with looks like Mikki would have to light off the boys, not go out looking for a handy cock.
Still, she was getting to be more and more of a problem. She insisted on rubbing those tits all over him. She had even begun slipping one leg between his when she came up to him and kissed him. If she kept doing that, she was going to be in trouble.
He reached over to the table beside his chair and picked up his glass. He took a long, healthy swig of the whiskey before returning the empty glass to the table. Perhaps he should marry Giselda. Having a stepmother in the house might provide both the support and the discouragement required for the girl. Yes, he must seriously consider marrying the big, beautiful blonde.
That would create a problem for him, however. Damn if it wouldn't. As much as he adored the lusty blonde, he needed other women. No, he corrected himself, not other women. He needed the other woman he kept searching for. He needed the woman to balance off the sexy blonde. Isle needed the soft, even shy woman. He needed a woman he could regard as his special princess, that he could fuck with as much gentleness as he fucked Giselda with zest and ordor.
He laid down his pipe and walked back to the bar to renew his drink. He drank another whiskey while standing there, then refilled the glass and returned to his chair. There was another problem to marrying the blonde. Giselda had refused. She had refused over and over. The big-titted girl insisted that she wasn't enough woman for him. She understood his need. It was almost as though she were waiting for him to find the other woman. Then what? Surely his luscious blonde wasn't about to propose bigamy. John shook his head in frustration. Mikki was keeping him frustrated. Giselda was fucking him frustrated. He downed his third drink and walked back for more.
Mikki lay quietly on her bed, waiting. Her dad thought she was gone out with Don. She let him make the mistaken assumption, pretended to be walking to the door with her brother, then slipped back to her own room. Giselda was at an art show until later tonight, so there was a good chance her dad would stay home for a while at least. This could be her chance. This could be her best opportunity. She waited, listening to the constant clink of ice cubes. Daddy was upset about something. Good! Let him have a few stiff drinks and she'd solve his problems. Damn right she'd solve his problems!
The teen-ager slipped out of her clothes. She selected matching slacks and halter in a delicious off-white shade that emphasized the dark sheen of her hair and the deep golden tan of her skin. The low-slung pants dipped almost to the crease of her ass, fitting skin-light around her hips and thighs before flaring out at her ankles. The halter was one of the skimpiest she possessed, barely more than a band across her nipples. She checked her appearance in her mirror. The girl smiled broadly in satisfaction. If Dad had an ounce of masculinity in him, this should raise his cock. She sprayed her sweetest cologne across her tits, then held out the waistband of her slacks and sprayed it down over her pussy. She felt deliciously wicked with the perfume clinging to her. She was going to be the world's greatest temptress. The teen-ager giggled softly and slipped to the door to listen again.
John groped his way back to his chair. The drinks were beginning to take effect on him. He sat down, realizing he'd better lay off for a while, especially if he expected to go up to Giselda's when she returned from the gallery. He took a deep breath as he leaned back again. He shouldn't have started drinking. Tonight he had planned to visit Laura Davidson. He could hardly believe that the slender blonde had been in the apartments for over a month and he hadn't fucked her yet. John had hoped the neat, dainty girl could be the alternative he had been seeking. He tried to picture Laura, tried to imagine his hands on her saucy little tits, tried to visualize her long, shapely legs wrapped around him. He gasped as he kept seeing the exquisite body of his daughter instead. He kept imagining how Mikki's full, ripe tits might feel, how delicious it could be to lie between her silken thighs.
"I love you, Daddy," the brunette murmured as she kissed him on his forehead. She held his face between her hands, then, and kissed him gently on the lips. John thought for a moment he was still daydreaming. It was when the lovely young body slipped across his lap that he realized this was no dream. This was no idle fantasy. This was his luscious young daughter in the flesh, showing a hell of a lot of flesh.
Mikki took advantage of catching him off guard. She draped an arm around his neck and snuggled against him, letting her tit mash against his chest. She squirmed her ass over his cock, her thighs rubbing slowly across his legs. John tried to fight the surge of desire, which swept his body. He tried to remind himself that this was exactly what he had been trying to prevent. He tried to think of Giselda, of Laura Davidson, of any of the other women in the apartments. It didn't work. He was only aware of the lovely little body in the slacks and halter that concealed absolutely none of her curves.
Too much to drink and too many women in his arms destroyed any ability to resist the passion, which was flooding through him. John gave up resisting.
Damn it. He decided, if I'm going to fuck my own daughter I might as well give her a good screw.
He pulled his daughter closer against himself in resignation and leaned his face down to hers. He pressed his lips over her opening mouth and slipped his tongue inside to taste the sweetness of her lips, of her tongue. His heart pounded in delicious guilt as he brought his hand up and covered one of her gorgeous tits. The flesh was so firm! Her tit was so damn full, so ripe, and yet so soft to his touch. He wield the boob about, watching the skin flow inside the tiny halter bra. He looked at the dramatic V of her crotch, tingling at the knowledge of the sweet pussy that waited inside.
"Mmmmmmmm," Mikki purred as she returned her father's kiss. "Mmmmmmm. Ooooohhhh, Daddy! It feels so good to be here in your arms." Mikki turned her body to offer her tit more completely to his caress. She glowed with excitement as he cupped the boob. She could feel the growing warmth beneath her ass, could feel the first pulsing movements of his cock. She wanted to shout her happiness. She wanted to sing loudly of her success. She suppressed the temptation and returned to being his shy, sweet little princess. Her hand caressed along his neck and shoulders. Her other hand lay along his chest, sensuously fingering his male nipple through the light material of his shirt.