Consoled by Daddy

Consoled by Daddy

By Alex Barton

One

Delilah Timmins, dressed only in her bra and a thong, her coat round her shoulders, looked around the stark, cold industrial unit in which she was sitting and thought, what the hell am I doing here...?

The unit was located in one of the trendier parts of south-west London, Clapham, a haunt of upwardly mobile young professionals because of its restaurants, shops, cafés and proximity to the city's financial district. Delilah was supposed to be meeting Steve Goodman, a freelance photographer, but she never for one moment imagined the only furniture would be a double bed positioned in front of a white backdrop suspended from the ceiling, several lighting units and a top-of-the-range Nikon camera on a tripod. Behind the backdrop was a make-up table littered with cosmetics and cans of hair spray and next to that a kitchen unit comprising sink, kettle and an assortment of mismatched mugs.

Not for the first time that morning, as Delilah longed for a cup of tea to warm her up, did she wonder if she had made the right decision...

*

Delilah had two great assets in life. One was her outgoing and bubbly personality which meant she always did her best to make people like her, a quality that had helped her overcome the loss of her mother to cancer, although she would be the first to admit she still had her dad whose adoration for her carried her through the dark days and out the other side. The other was her figure. Only just over five feet in her stockinged feet, Delilah had very shapely legs, a pert, curvy bottom, an almost non-existent waist and a face she had been told was stunning with full lips, high cheekbones and big eyes a natural violet Elizabeth Taylor would have envied.

But her greatest asset, and the reason she was sitting in an industrial unit in Clapham waiting for Steve to appear, was her incredibly large breasts. Delilah had been almost flat-chested up to her early teens and then suddenly her breasts started to grow and she was not convinced they had yet stopped. Full and heavy, more than filling the width of her chest and bulging from the sides of her body, they drew men's eyes inexorably when they realized what a contrast she was of petite young woman and enormous breasts almost too large for her frame. Delilah, far from wanting to hide her natural assets, was proud of them and liked it when someone did a double take because they realized her breasts really were that big under the blouse or sweater she was wearing.

With her winning combination of a warm personality, intelligence and an amazing body, Delilah decided to enroll in a school for trainee beauticians to learn about beauty therapy, hair styling and make-up. Most importantly, she wanted to take advantage of the opportunities offered by attending fashion shows and charity events to meet clothing designers, photographers, journalists and PR professionals who could help her achieve her dream of becoming a stylist in a leading London salon. Delilah had no illusions about the fierce competition she would face but she knew how to work hard, had a good eye and quick, nimble fingers, not to mention her stunning looks meant she was capable of lighting up a room simply by walking into it.

The only problem was the school she wanted to attend charged £3000 a year and there were no grants, bursaries or scholarships on offer. If Delilah wanted to attain her goal, she would have to be to pay for it herself. So she begged her father to let her work with him in his limousine hire business, taking bookings in the office and accompanying him when he drove clients to and from hen and stag parties, her experience of hard partying invaluable when she told him to pull over because someone was about to ruin the upholstery...

She particularly loved when her dad had pick-ups from the big London hotels: film stars going to premieres, popstars going to and from concert venues, celebrities in London for fashion shows and book launches, million and even billionaire businessmen flying in and out of Heathrow. They were people so glamorous Delilah knew she wanted, somehow, some way, to be part of their world and learning the skills that kept those people glamorous would be her entry ticket.

In fact, working for her father was how Delilah met her boyfriend Ricky. The booking had come in one summer evening around 7.30pm and her dad had not long handed over to his partner Bruno who was accidentally double-booked for another job. Delilah insisted she could drive the Rolls rather than take the second limo and her father, who had been sneezing most of the day and knew he was coming down with a serious cold, had to agree.

Delilah knew the center of London like the back of her hand and drove into Mayfair with a calm assurance aided by the uniform she was wearing of short skirt, silk blouse, necktie and a black peaked cap under which she piled her blonde hair to ensure she looked properly businesslike. She drew the car up in front of a large townhouse and waited for her client to appear. When he did Delilah found it difficult to breathe, her nipples hardened and she felt the lips of her pussy become slippery with her cream. She had never had such an immediate and intense sexual attraction to a man in her life and it scared her to death.

Ricky Kumar was any girl's wet dream. Immaculately dressed in a tuxedo complete with purple cummerbund, his olive skin and stunningly handsome face complemented by his thick black hair and tortoiseshell glasses. Delilah had never found a man wearing glasses to be appealing but they made Ricky look like a sexy professor and turned her on something wicked.

Delilah did her best to hide her arousal when she climbed out of the car to open the rear passenger door but she had to smile when Ricky took in her uniform, glanced down at her massive breasts under her starched blouse and asked if he could ride up front with her. Accustomed to meeting a client's wishes within reason, Delilah couldn't see what harm there would be as her father would never know, and Ricky's cologne smelled divine.

She climbed back in behind the wheel and eased out into the traffic, squealing in surprise when Ricky suddenly reached across and took the hat from her head meaning her hair cascaded down around her shoulders. Concentrating on ensuring the Rolls stayed in pristine condition, she had to laugh when Ricky apologized and said she was just too beautiful to be driving around wearing a silly cap, the sound of his voice so sensuous the trickle of wetness oozing from Delilah's pussy turned into a flood and Delilah became self-conscious, worried Ricky would be able to tell from the scent of her arousal that he sent her libido into overdrive.

After dropping Ricky off at the Savoy Hotel with a promise she would pick him up at 1am, Delilah found an off-street parking garage with spaces large enough to ensure the Rolls could be parked safely and walked into Chinatown, enjoying dinner although foregoing her usual glass of wine in favor of sparkling water. When she got back to the car the scent of Ricky's cologne made her look round for cameras and anyone who might be sitting in their car having just parked or making a phone call. Seeing no-one, Delilah slid her hand under her skirt and between her legs, pulling her sopping wet thong to one side so she could masturbate lingeringly slowly to the thought of being fucked silly by Ricky, the vision so powerful she came three times before she felt sated, happily crying out in ecstasy every time she climaxed.

Delilah knew Ricky could smell what she had been doing when he climbed into the car because he turned, a little smile on his face, and asked what she liked to do when she wasn't driving? To her surprise she found herself explaining about how she was helping her dad so she could earn money to go to beauty school, expecting Ricky to make a sarcastic remark but he didn't: he listened attentively and she was still chatting to him, telling him about herself and her hopes and dreams, when she realized they had been sitting outside his house for half an hour.

Embarrassed, Delilah apologized for talking so much and it was then that Ricky explained the reason he asked her what she did when she was not driving was to find out whether she was free the next evening and would like to have dinner with him. Delilah blushed and said yes, aware she would happily have climbed into the back of the Rolls that very moment to lay back while he unzipped himself and slid his cock, she hoped his oh-so-big and thick cock, into her pussy to fuck her silly in plain view of anyone passing by. Delilah was in lust, plain and simple, something she had never been before, and it made her feel dizzy and breathless.

Delilah was not a virgin. She had been deflowered at 18 by a married friend of her father's named Malcolm for whom she would babysit on a Saturday night so he could take his wife to a party or out for dinner. At the end of the evening Malcolm would announce to his wife he was going to walk Delilah home and she need not wait up, then find a bench in the deserted park half-way between his house and Delilah's. There he would have Delilah sit astride him, slowly unbutton the sweater vest she wore, his fingers unhooking her front-fastening bra so he could fill his hands with her enormous breasts, suckling her big pink nipples as she slowly and very pleasurably raised and lowered herself on his cock, delighting in the squishing noise his prick made when he was buried to the balls in her pussy.

Delilah quickly discovered two things. First that she really enjoyed sex. She climaxed swiftly and easily, multiple times, and loved the amazing sensation of orgasm and what it did to her, making her clit extend like a tiny penis from its hood, her nipples throb and her asshole twitch with anticipation as her cunt cream flowed down over Malcolm's deeply buried cock. She loved to squirm on his lap, grinding her clit against his pubic bone as he suckled her breasts, licking and sucking her silky flesh as he gently bit her nipples, dragging them from the surrounding areolae and then letting them snap back. The contrast between discomfort and relief when he once more sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, soothing the painfully hard tips, inevitably brought Delilah to orgasm and she had to stifle her cries of ecstasy by burying her face in Malcolm's shoulder.

The second discovery was Delilah found she looked forward with eager anticipation to these little trysts, especially after Malcolm taught her how to take the full length of his cock in her mouth, pulling back when he was ready to come so she could taste his ejaculate rather than simply swallow it, something she enjoyed doing because Malcolm's cum was delicious, thick and creamy like a dessert she savored before it slid down her throat to pool in her stomach.

And then one night Malcolm reached into his jacket pocket and produced a little tube Delilah realized he had to have put it there before leaving the house. He reached down between Delilah's hips as she sat astride his thighs, his cock as usual buried to the balls in her pussy and stroked his fingers along the furrow of her buttocks, tickling her asshole which, to her surprise, spasmed and tried to suck in the probing fingertip. Intrigued at what he was doing, Delilah stopped fucking herself on his cock while Malcolm reached both his hands round Delilah's body, squeezed a big glob of the lube onto a finger and then pushed it past her anus and up into her rectum to the knuckle. Delilah let out a soft purr of pleasure and ground her cunt even harder onto Malcolm's upright prick, expecting he meant only to stimulate her back hole while he fucked her.

But that wasn't the case. Malcolm withdrew his lube-slick finger from her sphincter, reached both hands under Delilah's thighs so he could lift her up bodily and then positioned her so his cock was notched against the pucker of her asshole.

"Relax, babe," Malcolm whispered into Delilah's ear. "You know I would never hurt you."

Delilah knew enough about men to know that when it came to a man taking what he wanted from her, Malcolm's reassurance meant zip. But what did it matter, she thought, she loved the sensation of having her asshole lubed and stretched and she was eager for the exciting new experience of having her rectum stuffed full of throbbing cock.

Slowly but firmly, Delilah making little whimpering noises as her anus was slowly stretched open, Malcolm lowered her bottom onto his cock, working the swollen head of his prick past the tight muscle of her anus and pushing inch after inch of his shaft into her rectum.

Delilah gasped, then groaned softly and buried her face in Malcolm's neck, taking the lobe of his ear between her teeth and biting it as her back passage adjusted to having something pushed into it and surprisingly quickly she realized the head of Malcolm's cock was buried in her bowels. Delilah shivered and shook as a huge orgasm burst deep in her belly, shocked to the core at how pleasurable it felt to have her ass fucked for the first time.

Delilah figured Malcolm must have had some explaining to do when he finally got home because it was late, very late, and she found it quite a problem to keep in not one but three loads of sperm he had spurted into her slightly tender asshole when she parted from him on her doorstep, whispering in his ear that she promised he could fuck her that way again the next time she babysat for him and he walked her home. And she kept her promise until Malcolm reluctantly told her his wife had decided Delilah might be getting a little too old to look after their daughter: a tacit accusation that meant Malcolm's wife knew exactly what her husband had been getting up to with their spectacularly buxom babysitter.

It had been a long, dry spell for Delilah since her trysts with Malcolm and she had only her fingers and vibrators for consolation. She had offers, all sorts of offers from all sorts of men, but, until she met Ricky, no-one had ever turned her on enough for her to want to feel their mouths on her nipples, tongue lapping her clit, or pushing their fingers as far as they could get them into her asshole. Malcolm had spoiled her by debauching her thoroughly and she was not prepared to risk being disappointed by being fucked or buggered by a mediocre lover. But somehow she knew instinctively Ricky would be anything but mediocre.

Deciding what to wear for her date with Ricky was a major problem. She didn't want to look trampy, so nothing too revealing. Of course there was no way she could hide her enormous boobs, they were just too big and heavy. But she was reluctant to display too much cleavage just as she was equally reluctant to wear a bra or thong because they would leave unsightly lines under whatever she wore. She decided on a Pucci minidress that had cost her dad an arm and a leg (although he had smiled and said anything for his princess), with a halter neck that tied behind her neck, cut away at the sides to reveal an extremely sexy amount of bare breast from the upper slopes to her under-boob and a hemline that ended just below the dimples of her bottom.

Admiring herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, Delilah knew Ricky could, if he so desired, lift the dress no more than an inch or so to slide his fingers, tongue or cock into her perfectly smooth-shaven cunt, already glistening with her cream, or her rosehole which she prepared beforehand with a generous oiling of slippery lube. Delilah did not believe in being unprepared when it came to being seduced as she certainly hoped she was going to be shortly after their coffee, liqueur and last glass of champagne. She just hoped Ricky would have a little more class than to expect her to bounce up and down on his cock as they sat in the back of a taxi, having become more sophisticated in her expectations when it came to sex than back in the days of Malcolm and the park bench.

And so it proved. As he paid the check, flourishing a black American Express card, Ricky asked Delilah if she would like to accompany him upstairs to where he had booked a room, the much sought-after restaurant being on the ground floor of a chic luxury hotel. Delilah had no illusions this meant so he could fuck her and desperately hoped it would be worth the wait because her cunt had been leaking her cream onto the chair throughout most of dinner.

In the hotel room Ricky took off his glasses then kissed Delilah passionately, his hands exploring beneath her skirt to find her both naked and ready in both holes, a little groan of delight escaping his chest against her lips. He stepped back so she could sit on the bed while he undid his belt, ran the zipper of his pants down and exposed his cock to her hungry gaze. It was everything Delilah had hoped for. Long and thick, the olive skin of his shaft perfectly smooth, blue veins standing out making his erection as hard as steel, jutting up from above what she was surprised to find was a smooth shaven set of balls, in fact he had no hair anywhere, something she confirmed a few moments later when she slid her middle finger into his shaved asshole as she was taking his cock deep into her throat.

Already intensely excited, Ricky came very quickly, spurting a mass of sperm into Delilah's mouth that tasted of honey and almonds, a delicious flavor she savored before swallowing it, hoping the heavy pair of balls she had been caressing were still full of enough cum for him to spend most of the night fucking every hole in her body.

Delilah realized quickly that Ricky was a breast man. As soon as they both undressed he arranged her lying with her head propped up on a pillow so he could straddle her upper body and fuck his cock between the huge soft globes, pressing them together and making sure his cockhead slid into the oval of her lips on every upstroke until he emptied his balls into her suckling mouth for a second time. Obviously wanting to repay Delilah for swallowing so much of his sperm, Ricky buried his face between her legs, skillfully alternating between sucking her prominent clit as if it was a miniature cock, then lapping his tongue along the lips of her pussy, her cream pouring from her cunt into his mouth which he swallowed hungrily, his tongue probing deeper and deeper to ensure her cunt walls produced more of the creamy liquid.

And then, and for Delilah the best of all, he turned her face down so he could bury his face between the cheeks of her ass, making sure to reach under her body while he did it so he could fondle her breasts, his fingers closing round the stiff tips of her nipples to squeeze them rhythmically at the same time as his tongue first circled and then fucked past the receptive opening of her anus for so long there was a definite possibility they would both be found dead in the morning, him from suffocation because he had tried to push his nose, mouth and chin into Delilah's asshole, her from an excess of sexual pleasure.

But of course Ricky rimming her bottom avidly was only the entrée. The main course was when he slid his muscular body on top of hers, his mouth seeking Delilah's even as he inhaled the fragrance of her hair, his mouth moving from her asshole so he could close his teeth on the soft flesh of her shoulder, biting into it without breaking the skin even as he raised his hips and slid his cock so far into her welcoming cunt she felt as if his glans was thrust into the back of her throat. Ricky fucked like a dream, alternating hard, deep plowing thrusts with gentle grinding motions to stimulate the walls of her pussy, making Delilah climax so many times she felt faint and slightly worried at the back of her mind the abundance of her cunt cream would turn the mattress into a waterbed.

After Ricky came for a third time Delilah wondered if their sex session, which had already lasted nearly two hours as she saw from the bedside clock, was drawing, to her disappointment, to a close. She hoped they would shower together before he took her home, especially as she could feel the sweat on her back and his belly cooling as he lifted himself up and slid his cock from her creamy sperm-filled cunt. But Delilah had reckoned without Ricky being an all-three-holes-on-the-first-date man which he turned out to be with a vengeance.

Ricky turned Delilah on her side, slid his hand under her thigh to keep the cheeks of her bottom open and reached under her body so she was lying on his arm, his hand cupping the warm weight of her breast. Then he closed his fingers round the sperm-slick shaft of his cock and positioned it against the opening of Delilah's asshole and eased himself forward, forcing the tight muscle to give way and allow his glans to push into her beautiful bum. Delilah gasped softly with delight to encourage him to continue and he did: sliding every inch of the thick shaft of his prick, tantalizingly slowly, into her rectum until his glans was buried in her bowels. Once again Delilah let out a soft moan, gripped Ricky's wrist and climaxed, her whole body spasming as an intense rectal orgasm made her scream with the intensity of her ecstatic release.

Eventually Ricky climaxed, his cock swelling so much in her rectum Delilah wondered if her anus would ever recover, her asshole overflowing with a mix of lube and Ricky's hot, gooey cum, and then carefully withdrew, at which point Delilah found herself powerless to resist dozing off. She did however notice before she did so that she was once more coaxed over onto her tummy so her breasts pillowed out either side of her body, Ricky's hands stroking gently up along her flanks so he could caress her upper back and down over her boobs, his face again sinking between the cheeks of her bottom. He slid his tongue as far as it would go into the gaping opening of her ravished rectum, the sound of him licking his sperm from the gaping hole and swallowing it down the last thing Delilah heard before she passed out, exhausted, only dimly aware when Ricky positioned himself full-length on top of her so he could fuck his cock back into her ass and bugger her again with a furious energy she found almost unbelievable.

Always inventive in making love to her as a finale to their frequent dates together, Delilah quickly realized there was no way Ricky felt as strongly about her as she did about him. His father was a prominent British Indian businessman, importing goods from the sub-continent to be sold in markets and shops everywhere in Britain there was an Asian community. She knew his parents would never allow their son to marry outside his people and his religion so she accepted, albeit reluctantly, that she was Ricky's bed partner and that harboring visions of greeting him with a kiss when he arrived home, taking delight in his playing with their children before they shared dinner and he told her about his day at work, would never happen. Unfortunately, when it came to romance, Delilah still believed in happy endings and she found it increasingly difficult not to tell Ricky she loved him as he brought her, trembling in ecstasy, to multiple orgasms that seemed to grow more, rather than less, powerful as time went on.

But then one morning, as Delilah lay in bed in Ricky's apartment, watching him finish dressing before he left to work in his father's company in Handsworth, Ricky reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her a business card.

Delilah took the card and listened as Ricky explained that the guy whose name was on the card was a professional photographer who ran a website that specialized in erotic photography of girls with huge breasts, the bigger the better. The photographer, whose name was Steve, owed Ricky a favor for business he had put Steve's way which meant Ricky could arrange for him to take some erotic photos of Delilah's spectacularly beautiful body and she would get paid. Delilah giggled and asked him if he meant taking close-ups of her labia and asshole, that sort of thing, and was surprised when Ricky hesitated for a moment and then said yes, of course.

Ricky explained that the fees wouldn't be great at first, but when the shots appeared then subscribers to Steve's website would surely want to see more of her amazing body which meant she would be in demand and could negotiate a better rate, earning money she could use to pay the fees for beauty school. Delilah said she would think about it and reached over to put the card on the nightstand, the movement exposing her sumptuous breasts, the obvious desire in Ricky's eyes proving to Delilah that she could turn her natural endowment to her financial advantage, paying the fees for beauty school simply by taking her clothes off.

And that was why, a week later, Delilah found herself in an industrial unit at 8 o'clock in the morning, desperately wishing for a cup of tea, aware that Ricky's sperm was beginning to leak from her asshole as a result of him having buggered her in the shower shortly before she caught the bus from Mayfair to Clapham.

Two

Despite the misgivings she felt, Delilah arrived promptly at the address on the business card and was met by a handsome black man who instructed her to strip down to her bra and thong and take a seat for a few minutes while he set everything up. Delilah felt desperately self-conscious as she undressed, even though Steve seemed unconcerned and busied himself checking the lighting set-up through the camera viewfinder.

Then Steve moved across to stand in front of her. He reached his slim hand down and cupped her chin, moving her face from side to side to see how the light reflected her features, the fullness of her lips and especially the beauty of her violet eyes. He reassured her the camera would absolutely love her, no part of her face or body would need retouching she was simply that beautiful, and Delilah blushed, pleased that Steve found her sexually attractive if the thickness of his cock snaking down his leg under his tight jeans was any guide. For the first time since she arrived Delilah started to relax and get into the swing of what she had agreed to do.

Steve handed Delilah a silk mask and she put it on, aware that for her first session she should stay anonymous to increase subscriber interest. If guys liked what they saw, she could decide whether to take it off or leave it on.

For half an hour or so Steve took what Delilah knew were called 'vanilla' shots. Bare breasts, open legs, fingers playing with herself, boobs lifted to her mouth so she could suckle herself, a finger buried in her ass. Then Steve came out from behind the camera and walked over to where she was lying,

"That was great, sweetheart," he said, smiling at her. "But if you want to make enough to cover your tuition fees then you need to do hardcore. Really explicit: heavy facials, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, your anus gaping after being fucked hard, ass-to-mouth... the works."

Delilah had done all those things with Ricky many times and knew he had taken pictures with his phone. But those were private whereas anyone who subscribed to Steve's website would see the hardcore shots the black man was proposing. Was she ready for that?

And then she realized that she was. She nodded and told him yes because she needed the money to fulfil her dream and if that meant being fucked in all three holes then so be it.

Delilah watched as Steve quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular body, his heavy cock standing up huge and hard, precum weeping from the tip. He moved round behind Delilah and climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips with his powerful thighs. For a moment Delilah wondered which hole he would fuck first and then moaned when Steve positioned the swollen tip of his huge cock between the lips of her cunt and slid every inch so far inside her body she felt as if she could taste his glans in the back of her throat.

Closing her eyes with pleasure as Steve mounted her, bending his knees to impale her repeatedly on the length of his massive prick, Delilah felt powerless to do more than open her mouth and moan loudly every time she felt Steve's balls, as big and heavy as lemons, slapping against the wet lips of her cunt. Digging his fingers into the plump cheeks of her buttocks, holding her steady as he pumped in and out making Delilah's huge breasts swing back and forth as he brought her inexorably toward orgasm, Delilah cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure as Steve repeatedly slapped her ass, something Ricky had never done but she discovered to her amazement that she liked.

And she felt exactly the same way when Steve buggered her, his huge cock pistoning back and forth in her asshole, impaling her on his long, hard prick until he flooded her bowels with his hot, gooey cum, so much she heard loud squelching noises as he remained hard and kept going, his balls seemingly inexhaustible.

Overwhelmed by the sensations radiating out from her back passage, Delilah screamed in ecstasy, her climax exploding at the moment Steve arched his back, thrusting the full length of his prick deep into her asshole as he ejaculated. Time and again Steve shuddered as he emptied his balls into Delilah's bowels and all the time she heard the clicking of the camera, aware that every climax she and Steve shared would be viewed by total strangers, just as he told her they would. For the first time that morning she felt unconcerned, pleased she had done something for money it would have taken her months to earn.

And at that moment she suddenly realized how naïve she was.

Ricky must have known that Steve would expect her to make hardcore shots. He was an entrepreneur, a man who backed projects that made money and, in all, likelihood, he was the financial backer of Steve's website. So Delilah was an asset to be exploited like any other, and that awareness broke Delilah's heart as she finally accepted that the only real emotion Ricky felt for her was lust and definitely not love.

Suddenly Delilah yearned to be close to her father. The man who had been there as she struggled to come to terms with the loss of her mum, the man who had done what he could to start her on the road to making her ambition of going to beauty school a reality. She knew she had to tell him what she had just done in the hope he would understand and make her feel better about herself and give her the strength to turn her back on Ricky. And, at that moment, all she wanted to do was get cleaned up, put her clothes on, and catch the bus home.

Three

Letting herself in the front door, Delilah called out in case her dad was home and when there was no response she decided to take a leisurely bath and then lay on her bed, her laptop balanced on her groin. Steve had given her access to the site and explained how she could see the viewing figures and Delilah was astounded by how intensely erotic she found the photos and how quickly the number of people viewing her page preview and signing up for access was mounting up. She found she was intensely aroused by the sight of her mouth, pussy and asshole filled to capacity, shot after shot focusing on her enormous breasts jiggling and bouncing as she was fucked by Steve's thick black cock and she masturbated to the sight, paddling her fingers in the sensitive walls of her pussy as she came to the final shots of Steve spurting his cum down her throat after he had fucked her in the ass.

Finally replete, she wrote to Ricky telling him she was grateful for the opportunity to make the money she needed for her beauty course but saying she didn't want to see him again because she now realized he didn't feel about her the way she felt about him. Then she put her laptop aside and dozed off, waking when she heard sounds downstairs and realized her dad was home and fixing himself lunch. She was hungry and hurriedly reached for her shortie kimono, delighting in the sensual sensation of the sheer material rubbing against her bare nipples, ending only a few inches below the dimples of her bottom.

When Delilah padded into the kitchen and saw her father sitting with a turkey and swiss in front of him, a steaming mug of tea at his elbow, working on the crossword, tapping his teeth with a pencil as he thought what the answer might be to four down, she knew she wanted to sneak up behind him and give him a big hug and a smacking kiss, showing him how very much she loved him. She did and then had to apologize for making him jump, smiling at his pleasure she was home and could join him for lunch. She quickly fixed the same meal as him then sat at the table and answered his questions, knowing he would be interested in how things had gone with Steve Goodman because she had told him where she was going and why. Delilah suspected her father thought Ricky only wanted to one thing from her and she knew his opinion of her boyfriend sank even lower when she described, in detail, what had happened in the studio.

Unconsciously Delilah reached inside her kimono and cupped her breast as she talked, gently stroking her nipple to aroused hardness, even squeezing the tip between her fingers and pulling it out from the surrounding areola to send little thrills of pleasure to her wet pussy. Describing how she felt Steve had taken advantage of her by fucking her so relentlessly in all three holes, alternating between them as he came time and again, Delilah opened her legs to cool her over-heated cuntlips, suddenly aware of two things. Firstly that there was a dribble of cream oozing from her cunt to trickle down to the pucker of her sensitive asshole, and secondly that her father had a little sheen of sweat on his upper lip. He had stopped eating and was glancing down to the smooth-shaven lips of her pussy and then back to meet her eyes, obviously wanting to show he was paying careful attention to what she was saying but drawn irresistibly to the deliciously tempting sight of his daughter's pink cuntlips on open display.

As Delilah quickly took a sip of her tea to give herself time to think, she found herself wondering what effect it had on her dad when she told him about Steve lying behind her, cupping her breasts in his hands as he pumped his cock in and out of her backside. She was sure there was no way her father would be attracted to her sexually but then she glanced down at his lap at the same moment he glanced down at hers and she realized with a little thrill that he was very visibly erect, and that when his thick cock was hard it reached down his leg a long way. Goodness, thought Delilah, maybe she had misjudged the effect playing with her boob and opening her legs to cool her aroused cunt had on the man she loved most in the world?

And then, to Delilah's shock and delight, her father suddenly stood up, moved round the table and hauled her to her feet, his hands sliding round her waist to tug her kimono up and bare her bottom. His fingers probed for the furrow between her buttocks and kneaded the curvy globes at the same time as he buried his face in her cleavage, his mouth seeking and finding first one of her breasts and then the other, sucking her nipples with his lips, biting them gently with his teeth, flicking the taut tips with his tongue. He mouthed her breasts like a starving man and Delilah, thrilled to the core at the masculine way her father simply took what he wanted from her, felt her cunt gush with cream and her breath grow harsh in her throat as she twined her fingers in his hair and held him close to her body, enveloping her beloved daddy's face in the silky-soft skin of her massive breasts.

She could smell her father's cologne, feel his fingers stroking between her legs, one moment caressing the wet lips of her labia and sliding deep inside her pussywalls, the next tickling the entrance to her asshole, his long middle finger, oiled with her cream, sliding inside up to the knuckle so she was impaled fore and aft, her breasts wet with his saliva as he nuzzled her huge boobs, running his tongue up and down her cleavage before his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. Delilah knew instinctively this was what she had always longed for: sex with love, genuine and unconditional, and she whispered in her father's ear that she loved it when she was fucked in the ass and would he like to do that to her?

Her father said nothing in reply, he simply bent down, slid his strong arms under her thighs and lifted her effortlessly into the air, carrying her upstairs to her bedroom where he placed her on the bed, his eyes once more watching her hungrily as she opened her legs and started to stroke her clit at the intensely arousing sight of her daddy hurriedly stripping his clothes off in anticipation of fucking his own daughter in the ass.

Delilah reached over to the nightstand and found the pump-action bottle of lube she kept there for when she wanted to masturbate by fucking her asshole at the same time as she massaged her clit. She loved the dual sensation because it brought her effortlessly to climaxes so pleasurable she would arch her hips up and have to scream into her pillow in an effort not to alert her father to what she was doing to herself. She almost giggled when she realized there would be no need to do that anymore...

When her father hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jockeys and pushed them down his muscular legs Delilah let out a little squeal of delight. His cock was every bit as large as Ricky's, maybe even an inch or two longer, and jutted like a flagpole from his groin, quivering with the intensity of his lust, something which made Delilah feel thrilled that she had that effect on him. She pulled open the front of her kimono and lifted one of her breasts to her lips, mouthing her own nipple she was so aroused and excited as she watched her daddy press the plunger on the lube dispenser, squeezing out the thick gel onto his fingers and then smoothing it into the length of his cock, lingering on the bulging head of his glans to mix the lube with his own precum before sliding his now-slippery fingers down to the base of his cock and over his balls. Delilah felt breathless with anticipation when she watched him do that because surely they would not be going inside her asshole as well...?

A moment later her father was lying on top of her, his hips arched back as he slid his hands under her thighs, lifting them up so her legs spread wide and her asshole tilted up to where the head of his prick, slathered with lube, dripped precum onto the sheet below her backside. Delilah held her breath, closing her eyes in delight as her father flexed his hips and the tip of his cock pushed against the opening of her anus, forcing it to spread open, allowing the first inch or so to enter her rectum.

For long moments Delilah's daddy held still, his lips meeting hers, kissing her softly, tenderly, expressing his love for her with his lips and his hard prick which was slowly entering her asshole. God she loved him she thought, and she really loved what he was doing to her...

Her breasts rising and falling with the awareness that this was her first-ever incestuous buggering, Delilah longed for her father to suckle her nipples and he somehow sensed her need and did exactly that, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue over first one turgid nipple and then the other. She suddenly wanted to fight him for a taste of herself and cupped a huge breast in her hands, bringing it to her lips, forcing him to follow, one moment joining her in sucking her nipple and the next sliding his lips from the perfect pink tip to her full lips, their tongues dueling, father and daughter expressing their arousal by the hunger of their kisses.

Between her legs her daddy's relentless buggery continued. Slowly but firmly his cock entered her ass, sliding along the sensitive walls of her rectum, the sensual sensation so amazing Delilah felt as if she could come simply from having her rectal walls stretched by the thickness of the cock filling her back passage until her father could go no further, his balls rested against the slippery lips of her cunt, her asshole filled to capacity, the head of his cock lodged in her bowels. Delilah moaned and whimpered, cooed with delight and cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed, a flood of her cum pouring from her cunthole making her father's balls even more slippery as they rubbed against the stiff bud of her clit. Delilah knew she was being buggered by someone who was particularly good at it and she loved every second of what was happening, especially when her father withdrew his cock slightly and then started to really fuck her asshole hard and deep.

Time and again her father sank the full length of his cock into her ass and then flexed his hips to pull back, alternating between thrusting back in hard which made Delilah gasp with discomfort and pleasure because he was reaching so far inside her not even Ricky had penetrated that far, and then fucking her slowly and sweetly, his lips meeting hers then sliding along her jaw to her ears which he licked and bit sending thrills of delight to her clit. Delilah realized he must have done this to her mum and guessed he was curious if she would be turned on the same way. Without a doubt she was.

Delilah expected her father to come quickly, if only because the realization that he was buggering his own daughter would have sent his arousal soaring. But then she understood why he had chosen her bedroom rather than his for their first daddy/daughter fuck: because she had a full-length mirror on the door of her closet.

Her daddy slowly withdrew his slick cock from the tight clasp of her asshole and lifted her effortlessly face-up on top of him, sliding his hands behind her knees and lifting them back so he could lock his hands behind her head, her breasts mounded between her thighs, her body powerless to move as she watched in the mirror every inch of her father's cock repeatedly thrusting in and out of her asshole. The shaft, glistening with lube, stretched her sphincter to capacity, his balls drawn up tight against his body, each deep hard thrust clearly visible in the mirror. It was uncomfortable for Delilah being compressed almost in half but the sight was incredibly erotic and she felt overwhelmed by the sensations overwhelming her body. She was her daddy's fuck-toy and she was proud of making her father so aroused that the thickness and stiffness of his cock plowing her back passage proved how turned on he was. She did that to him, thought Delilah, and it felt amazing.

Eventually the intense sensations spreading out from her asshole made Delilah start to buck in her father's strong grip and she could feel the biggest of the climaxes she had so far experienced building up in her belly. She tightened her rectal walls every time her daddy's cock was buried full-length in her bottom because she so wanted him to come at the same time she did, to feel his hot spunk gush out, soothing the tissues of her sensitive rectum, to flood her bowels with creamy liquid as Ricky loved to do, to feel it overflowing the opening of her anus when he withdrew leaving it gaping, the walls of her rectum visible in the mirror until they slowly closed and the first trickle of sperm oozed from her sphincter. She wondered if her daddy shared Ricky's taste for felching her and decided what she most wanted to do was prove her devotion by sucking his cock clean at the same time, demonstrating how much of a devoted daughter she was.

A huge cry burst from her father's chest which Delilah answered with a cry of ecstasy of her own as father and daughter melded in a mind-blowing climax, neither giving way to the other until they had stopped spasming, their bodies shuddering in orgasm as her father's spunk gushed into Delilah's bowels. And then he relaxed, sliding his hands from behind her head, helping her to straighten up and lie back on the bed, his eyes meeting hers as he kissed her softly time and again, showing her he loved her every bit as much as he desired her. Delilah felt truly, utterly happy and deeply sexually satisfied, knowing she could look forward to round two when he would do to her whatever he wanted and for as long as he wanted. Because she belonged to him, after all.

Four

Delilah wasn't surprised when Ricky texted her a few days later, distraught at having lost such an accommodating bed partner, and asked if she would consider having dinner with him at his townhouse, ordered from one of London's finest restaurants, during which he would show her the stunningly erotic movies Steve Goodman had made. Her feminine curiosity piqued, aware there was a whole series of shots she had not seen when Steve was fucking her in every hole, Delilah agreed.

She arrived at Ricky's front door wearing a trench coat which she quickly slipped off to reveal a cocktail dress that tied with a spaghetti strap behind her neck and left the whole of her spectacular breasts bare. She soon dispensed with any reserve and decided she would let Ricky recreate the best shot in the series, only this time it would be his cock rather than Steve's plowing furiously in and out of her back passage until he was ready to withdraw his cock from her ass, lift himself up seconds before he ejaculated and present his cock to her mouth, groaning softly as he pumped out the contents of his balls in a stream of thick sperm that flowed down Delilah's throat to pool in her belly.

And he did, which Delilah swallowed eagerly, unconcerned the cock in her mouth had just been buried to the hilt in her asshole. Afterward she willingly allowed Ricky to turn her face-down so he could raise himself over her body, her breasts filling his hands as he fucked his cock into her plump backside, losing count of the number of orgasms she and Ricky shared and sure she would feel his cum trickling from her cunt and asshole well into the next day.

As she climbed into a cab home, Delilah realized she had enjoyed herself very much for one particular reason. That while she had no reservations about allowing Ricky do whatever he wanted to her mouth, pussy and ass, and would any time he asked her to, from now on her heart belonged to the one man who truly cared about her welfare and her future, who adored her rather than took advantage of her, the man into whose bed she climbed into every night and would for as long as her pussy and asshole needed filling with eleven inches of hot, hard cock: her beloved daddy.

End.