Rose - Ch. 01: Temptation

Vincent is a 38 year old assistant district attorney. He has been divorced from his wife Karen for about a year now. She has remarried a man named Chad. Vincent and Karen had one daughter together, Rose. Vincent has always been protective of Rose, she has always been his Baby Girl. He never felt anything sexual towards her until after she turned 18.

Vincent: 38 years old, tan skin, toned body, black hair, short black beard, 6'4 with blue eyes.

Karen: 40 years old, total cunt, remarried to Chad 42

Rose: 19 years old, pale skin, lean body, DD breasts, long golden blonde hair, 5'5 with green eyes.

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Vincent steps back into his office after letting his secretary know he'll be taking lunch. He's asked not to be disturbed for the next hour. He draws the shades over his door and hallway facing windows. He locks the door and quietly jiggles the handle to make sure it's locked. He can feel his erection aching to be freed from the confines of his pants and boxers. He has to take care of this or he'll never be able to focus on his work. And he can't very well walk into the courtroom with an erection. He's trying to make D. A. for fuck's sake and, if he wins this case, he'll get it.

He turns on a radio he has in his office for some white noise. He turns it on, but makes sure it isn't too loud that he wouldn't hear someone knock; just in case. He removes his suit jacket, tie and dress shirt and hangs them up on a hanger on the back of his office door. He carefully removes his suit pants and folds them over the arm of the couch in his office. He also pulls out a small keyring from one of the pockets. As he sits down in his black leather computer chair, he uses one of the small silver keys to unlock a bottom drawer of his desk. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a box of tissues before closing the drawer.

He leans back, the chair squeaks and he flinches, but chuckles at himself when he does. His bulge is tightly pressed against his boxers and springs free the moment he pushes the waistband of his boxers down. A wave of impending relief washes over him. This isn't the first time he's masturbated in the office and it won't be the last. These self-indulgent interludes, however, are becoming more frequent. He's getting a little too good at this. He pumps two pumps of lube into his right hand and rubs it generously around and down his cock. A soft moan escapes him as he lubricates his twitching dick. He sets the bottle down, lays back in his chair, and lets his head tilt back; his eyes closed.

Vincent doesn't need porn from the internet or a magazine for this; his mind has a very vivid imagination and his fantasies are just as vivid. Up until a year ago, his fantasies were just like any other man's: lesbians, straight, two girls and one guy, the occasional slightly older man and babysitter. They were normal, but a year ago everything changed...

Rose's 18th birthday...

It's April 14th a year prior; It's his daughter Rose's 18th birthday. He and his wife Karen have been fighting all week, but have called a truce so Rose can celebrate her birthday. Karen and Vincent's marriage has been on the rocks all year and they are set to start counseling next month. Vincent is 37, Karen is 39. They've been married for 20 years and up until now things had been good between them. He loved her and they had a perfect family. When Rose was born, she immediately became a Daddy's girl. Vincent fawned over her and spoiled her growing up. Never rotten, but she was spoiled.

Rose is the apple of his eye. When she was born, she had light blonde hair and green eyes. He was enamored with her the minute he held her for the first time. He and Rose bonded very quickly. When she was little and he would come home from work, she was always the first to greet him. No sooner would he step out of his car, then Rose would come running outside yelling, "Daddy!" with a bright smile plastered across her face. It warmed his heart to see her so happy. He would catch her as she would jump into his arms, whirl her around and kiss her on the forehead. His nickname for her was always, "Baby Girl."

Every day when he'd come home, Rose couldn't wait to tell him any and everything about her day. For being so little, she would always ask how his day was, which made him laugh. There were times Rose was more attentive to him than Karen was. Even if he came home late or exhausted, seeing Rose running to him always gave him a second wind.

She would always want to hold his hand or sit on his lap and, when it was time for bed, she always wanted him to tuck her in and read her a story. When Rose was about 12, Karen started becoming more and more distant from Rose, despite Rose's earnest effort to have a better mother-daughter relationship. Karen always seemed to be too busy to spend any time with Rose and would make excuses any time Rose would try to spend time with her. Eventually, Rose gave up. Vincent, on the other hand, would always find time for Rose. He could tell that Karen's growing indifference towards Rose was starting to affect her mental health and tried to fill the void with father-daughter dates instead.

Now, it's Rose's 18th birthday; his little girl is all grown up. When Rose comes downstairs for breakfast he sees her in a new light. Time seems to slow as she bounces down the stairs. Her long blonde hair is softly curled and the curls are flowing all around her neck and shoulders, glistening in the sunlight coming through the window. Her emerald eyes are lit up with excitement and accented by her black winged eyeliner, pale skin, and neutral eye shadow colors. Her smile is bright and framed by her deep red lips. His eyes wander down to her slender pale neck to the deep crimson pin-up style vintage dress she's wearing. Her pale skin is complemented by the red of her dress.

Suddenly, Vincent's eyes notice her body in a way they had never before. He finally saw her as a woman and not his baby girl. He quickly realizes how well-endowed she is as her breasts bounce gently with each step she takes. Her supple breasts create enticing cleavage. The sight of her slim waist catches his breath in his throat. The hem of her dress falls at her knees and his eyes can't help but be glued to her gorgeous legs that lead down to her perfect feet dressed in red pumps. As she reaches the bottom step and giggles, he exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Vincent feels stirrings in his stomach and crotch that he never felt looking at her before. He could feel his heart pounding, palms sweating, and the sensation that, if he stares for too long, he'll get an erection. His black balbo beard hides the flush of his cheeks, but his jaw still drops open. Filled with conflicting feelings and emotions, he can't help but smile.

"How do I look?" Rose asks with a giggle.

"You, uh, you look..." his eyes quickly shoot back up to her face and he smiles softly. "You look beautiful Baby Girl."

"Thank you, Daddy," she giggles.

When she calls him "Daddy", which she's done a million times, he feels that sharp sensation of stirring in his stomach again. He's never felt this before when she called him that, so why now?

He reaches an arm out and pulls her into a hug. He smiles as he buries his face into her hair and takes a deep, soft inhale. Her hair smells like roses and is soft as petals. His eyes slowly close as he takes in her scent. Her body is so warm and snug against him as she wraps her arms around his waist. When he catches a whiff of her perfume he inadvertently says, "Mmm, you smell good, Baby Girl..." He doesn't realize he's said it out loud until he hears her.

"It's new," she says with a soft giggle.

He barely registers her response. She feels so good pressed against him; so warm and soft. He doesn't want to let her go. He gently rubs her shoulder and arm, then kisses the top of her head again, letting his lips linger for a moment. He reluctantly lets go of her and smiles softly. "You really do look beautiful Baby Girl."

"Daddy!" she giggles and playfully holds her cheeks. "You're gonna make me blush!"

"Good," he smiles at her. "You're adorable when you blush."

As Rose heads towards the living room, Vincent's mind begins to reel. He has to grab hold of the banister to keep from swaying. Why is he feeling like this? This is his daughter, his baby girl--his flesh and blood. He's never looked or seen her like this before, why now? Holding her just now stirred something inside him he never expected to feel. His pants suddenly feel very tight and he knows he'll have to do something or else someone might see. He quickly and quietly steps into his office. He locks the door behind him and sits in his chair with a sigh.

"Get it together, Vincent!" he thinks to himself. "That's your fucking daughter. This is wrong. This is just... just..." he can't explain why he feels how he does, but he knows he can't think like that about her. He knows it's wrong and he needs to push it from his mind. He can't think about this. He has to focus on anything except for... for how perfectly that dress is hugging her curves... or how her cleavage gently nestles her necklace... how her pale skin feels so soft beneath his fingertips... how her hair smelled like fresh cut roses... how her--

"Shit!" he mutters as he realizes he's hard. He can't go out there like this. "Okay, okay... I just have to... I can be quick. This is nothing; a one-time passing thought."

He makes sure his door is locked, then sits on the couch in his office and opens his pants. He licks his palm, then takes hold of his cock and strokes it. Knowing he's going to cum brings him some relief. He and Karen haven't had sex in a while. That's it! That's got to be it! Of course he'd see Rose in a different light; he's pent up. Once he takes care of this, he'll never see her like that again.

He grabs a porno magazine he's hidden under a couch cushion and flips it open. He studies the curves of the women in the magazine and continues to pleasure himself. He actively pushes thoughts of Rose... and her perfect breasts... her slender legs... her full, luscious lips--

"Fuck!" he says quietly through gritted teeth as he cums. He cums harder than he has in years. So much so, his legs and arm are shaking. His breath trembling, heart pounding, he drops his head back. He just came to the thought of his daughter. He tries to catch her breath; feeling an enormous amount of guilt. How could this have happened? He tries not to panic. Surely, now that he's jerked-off, he can go back to the party for his daughter and not see her like that, right? He cleans himself and the office up, hides the magazine again, then returns to the kitchen.

As they get final things ready for her party, he feels fine. He doesn't feel any more stirrings when he looks at Rose or stands close to her. He feels relaxed and at peace...

That is until...

"Happy birthday to you!" The room sings and Rose smiles as the cake is set down in front of her.

"Make a wish, Baby Girl," Vincent says with a smirk. When Rose leans forward to blow out the candles, for an instant time seems to slow again and the room falls silent. She blinks and as her eyes slowly open and meet his. The look in her eyes is... intoxicating. Her look, to him, is almost seductive and flirtatious. The smile that comes across her lips almost stops his heart. She blinks again and, as she blows out her candles, time catches up again; applause filling the room. He quickly smiles and claps along with everyone else.

"Fuck... this can't be happening!" he thinks to himself.

After that night, he started having sporadic wet dreams about her; each dirtier than the last. He did what he could to stop them and stop these feelings he'd had, but nothing seemed to work. He started going to the gym and, soon, found himself very fit with a toned body. He couldn't tell Karen or she'd think he'd lost it and call the cops on him. And having that bit of knowledge during a divorce? Forget it! He could've lost Rose. He couldn't tell anyone or his career would be ruined along with his life. This isn't him! He knows he's not some creeper and he was never turned on by incest. He tried to ignore these thoughts and dreams, but they didn't stop.

The most recurring sexual act he dreams about is eating Rose's pussy. He desperately wants to taste her pussy, to feel how wet she could get from him touching her and whispering sexual things in her ear. He wants to feel her cum from his touch and his cock fucking her pussy raw. He imagines laying her down, slipping her panties off, running his tongue along the length of her wet slit, then burying his tongue deep inside her cunt while his thumb teases her clit. He wants to be the reason she cums. He wants to hear her scream his name. He. Wants. Her.

Over the next few months, Rose would do, say, or wear something and he couldn't stop himself from feeling those sexual stirrings in his gut. When he would win a case, he would sexually relieve himself to thoughts and fantasies of Rose. Whenever he and Karen tried to have sex, his mind would drift to Rose. He did his best to be devoted to Karen, but her distance emotionally and lack of effort to save the marriage didn't help. He knew she didn't suspect him for what was really going on, but she kept distancing herself and, eventually, they got a divorce.

Over the past year, he's become very jealous of any of her boyfriends. He knows this is wrong, but he can't help himself. Rose is his. She is his Baby Girl.

Present Day...

Today is one of those days where the stress of a case has gotten to him and he needs release. "Mmm, that's it baby girl... right there..." he moans as his hand strokes his stiff, throbbing cock.

He can feel his body heating up and his heart pounding in his chest. With his free hand, he fondles his balls and leans back more in his office chair. Beads of perspiration are forming on his forehead and chiseled chest. His breathing is getting heavier and it's taking every bit of self-control he has to keep his voice down. A guttural growl of a moan rumbles through him. He's close to cumming. He can feel his toes curling in his shoes.

"Uhn! Suck it baby girl... suck daddy's cock... uhn!" he says in a gritted teeth whisper before he cums and exhales raggedly in relief. He's never not felt guilty for finding relief like this, but he can't help it. Nothing gives him relief like imagining Rose engaged in sexual acts with him.

As his heart rate slows, he takes a few deep breaths and tries to collect his thoughts. He can't believe this is his life. Here he was, he had the life he'd always wanted, the job he wanted, the family--and now he had a dirty secret of wanting to fuck his own daughter. He'd learned to just accept the guilt. He knows as long as he never acts on it, is it really that bad? As long as no one knew, who would it really hurt?

He cleans up, straightens up and gets dressed. He runs a hand through his hair, spritzes a little cologne on and prepares for court. Luckily, it's a murder trial, so his mind would never wander to Rose...

Later that day...

Vincent arrives home exhausted. As he shuts his car door and the cool night air hits him, all he can think is how badly he wants a drink and a soak in the hot tub. He loosens his tie as he enters the house. "Baby Girl? I'm home!" he calls out, but is met with silence. He looks around the kitchen and doesn't see Rose. He sighs, looks at his watch and decides he has enough time to order a pizza before jumping into the shower. As he pulls his phone out to order, Rose comes around the corner.

"Hey Daddy!" she smiles. "How was work?"