ONE MORE FAMILY VACATION

My daughter Sarah was coming home from college, having just graduated at the top of her class with a degree in microbiology. A few months ago, my wife Jill and I had convinced her to go on one more family vacation with us, before heading back to begin her Masters program. Going all in, we planned a few days in Athens, Greece, followed by a 2-week cruise of the Mediterranean. The plan was to pick her up at the airport and head right out on our vacation. Unfortunately, as with the best laid plans...

Out of the blue, and with only a few days left before we were set to leave, Jill told me that she needed to make some last minute changes to our plans.

"Sorry, Dave. I need to fly down to Miami with my VP of Marketing to have a sit-down with the CEO of a company we're purchasing, so I won't be here on Wednesday to leave with you and Sarah. I'll be back on Friday morning, so I'll just catch a later flight myself and meet you there Saturday evening. I know you want us all together, but this'll give you a few days with Sarah to catch up! You two got pretty distant when she became a teenager, and it hasn't really improved since. This could be a great opportunity to reconnect, find some common interest to share, spend some quality time together. I hope you understand!"

"Of course I understand. I knew when I decided to marry a powerful, corporate executive that there would be sacrifices!"

Jill had her usual dead-pan expression in response to my unique sense of humor. "Hmm, when YOU decided, huh? Seems to me that I was the one who DECIDED that you'd make great arm candy for me."

"That's what I meant, of course," I replied, smirking. I loved my role as the "kept man", holding down the fort at home while my wife was off conquering the corporate world. Of course, as a "kept man" I felt it my duty to be respectable "am candy" for my CEO wife, so I spent A LOT of time at the gym, keeping my 5' 10" frame lean and tight. My wife rolled her eyes, pretending that my humor was lost on her; but the truth is that she is one of the few people who actually gets me.

"And I'm not nervous at all at the thought of spending two days alone with my teenage daughter, so don't you worry about me! Does she still like 'Chuck-E-Cheese'?"

"She's almost 20, Pops! Just pretend you're with me and I'm sure you'll be fine!"

Sarah finished her Bachelor's program in just 2 years, having taken all of her general college classes while still in high school. My girl was one smart cookie

It's Tuesday morning and Jill just left for the airport. I have just over 24 hours before picking up Sarah at the airport, and beginning what is shaping up to be a very long four+ days. It's important to me to take full advantage of an entire day all by myself, so I sleep in, hang out in my boxers while watching daytime television, surf some porn on the internet(jerk off a couple of times), order some pizza, and then finish off a six-pack before finally passing out on the couch. To put it simply, it's been the perfect day.

Even though I enjoy projecting the image of being an irresponsible slacker, I run my life quite the opposite, and Wednesday morning I'm packed and ready to go when I arrive right on schedule to pick up Sarah outside of baggage claim. I'm still enjoying the last moments of temporary bachelorhood as I pull up to the curb; so I spend some time checking out this unbelievable brunette who's standing all by herself, while I wait for my daughter to find me. Her brown hair is cut and short and styled, a pixi cut I think they call it; and her tight black slacks fit perfectly as they cling to the curves of her firm, round ass. Luckily, she makes a turn in my direction, and my eyes are instantly drawn to her alabaster skin and full chest, which is working hard to pop the buttons off of her tight, white top. She's got the complexion and build of my wife, whom, at that moment, I am wishing I'd taken for just one more ride on my cock before seeing her off on her flight yesterday. My ogling comes to an abrupt end, however, when I hear a familiar voice coming from a most surprising place.

"Hi, Daddy!"

When my study in perfection starts walking towards me and calling me "Daddy", I have to suddenly reset my brain before I can appropriately greet my daughter.

"Oh, hey, well... Hi, Sarah! Wow! Boy, do you look great! If you've been focusing as much attention on your studies as you have on your appearance, you must be top of your class!"

"Thanks, I think. It's nice to see you too... Are we stopping at home first, or are am I getting right back on a plane? I kind of wanted to change before we head out."

"Well, I was planning on just driving another 100 yards and letting you back out at departures; but I suppose we can make a quick stop if we must..."

"Cute, Daddy," she deadpans.

"Hey, you started it, Miss 'am I getting right back on a plane' ...Smart-ass!" I look over and give Sara a grin.

"I'll give you that one. So how long is it until Mom joins us?"

"84 long hours, Sweetheart. Think you can handle it?"

"Sure. A chunk of that'll be in the air, and Athens should be cool. We can check it out before she gets there and show her the more interesting but less touristy parts."

"Sounds like a plan."

I eventually pull into the driveway, but keep the car running. "Now hurry up and change so we can get out of here!"

"Yes sir!" And just like that Sarah is running to the house with her bag in hand, undoubtedly prepared to take her time while she changes into something a little more... well, I'm not really sure what.

The sound of the opening car door wakes me from an unscheduled nap; and Sarah throws her bag onto the back seat, before once again taking her place as my passenger. Her feet are bare, as are her legs, and her smooth skin is glowing with a healthy tan. Her shorts are as form fitting as her slacks, except that they ride a lot lower around her waist. Her school letters are silk screened on the front of her half-shirt; but they're distorted from being stretched too tightly across her firm, full, bra-free chest. Her tan midriff and bottom of her boobs are visible below the ridiculously short hemline of her top; and her toned abs don't allow even the slightest roll over the top of her low-riding waistband. Yikes, am I going to have my hands full with this one! I'll be beating the guys back left and right.

Back at the airport and finally seated in 1st class, we share in comfortable conversation as we start our journey. Sarah eventually falls asleep and leaves me to quietly enjoy the in-flight movie over my headphones. She's still passed out when we arrive in Athens; so I grab and then shake her leg to wake up. Her firm thigh muscles tell me that I must be paying for a gym membership; and I'm glad to know that at least some of my money is being well spent. After deplaning, we gather our bags and grab a taxi to the hotel. Once checked in at the front desk, we make our way up to our rooms. Sarah's happy to find that she has her own room, but even so, the first thing she does is prop open the door between them, minimizing our amount of privacy. She tosses her bag onto her bed and then quickly runs into my room to bounce around on mine, messing up the comforter and the tightly tucked-in sheets in the process. I'd forgotten what an adventure it is to stay in a hotel when you're a teenager (she'll be 20 next month); and her enthusiasm and youthful energy are all that I need to remind me.

"It's still nice out, Daddy...Is it O.K. if I go to the pool for a little bit? I want to work on my tan!"

"Taking after your mother, you've never been tan a day in your life, but sure. And if you don't mind, I think I'll join you. I, on the other hand, do have a tan to work on!"

"Whatever, Daddy! Now if you're gonna go with, you'd better hurry up and change!"

Hurry up and wait is more like it; but I'm used to the routine from my years of marriage with Jill. When Sarah goes back to her room to change, she leaves the door between our rooms open; and although I can't see her, I can hear her rustling around while she puts on her suit. I'm fiddling with the television remote when she excitedly bounces back into my room.

"C'mon! Let's go!" she insists while pulling at my arm.

"Don't you have a towel or robe or something to cover yourself up with on the way down?"

"No. I had to pack pretty light, and I could only bring just the bare minimum of stuff. And the parking lot looked pretty empty when we checked in. Don't think there are many people here right now. It is mid-week. But I'm sure you'll protect me if I cause too much of a commotion between here and the pool, so I'm not worried!"

Sarah rushes in front of me as we hurry down the hall. The motion from her fast pace causes the lower portion of her bikini bottoms to wedge in between her alabaster cheeks. The waistline of her swimsuit rises high over her hip bones, and the thin triangle of material up front plunges sharply down before disappearing between her legs. It's clear that her breasts have no need for support, since the bikini top is held in place by only a tiny, elastic band which barely keeps the two triangles of material in place. Sara's bouncing from one foot to the next as we stand together in the air conditioned elevator; and even the jet black swimsuit can't hide her nipples as they become visibly stiff and press out against the thin fabric. While I stand here trying not to admire my 19 year old daughter, I wonder if this is what Susan meant by "quality time".

I'm happy to see that the pool, which is located in an open courtyard with the hotel itself surrounding it, is deserted; and the privacy allows Sarah and I to splash around and dunk each other like we did when she was still a kid. After a few minutes in the pool, she decides to lie out and capture the last of the afternoon sun. Her wet bikini clings to her skin as she walks out of the water, no longer concealing the delicate landscape underneath. Sarah's unconcerned with her appearance as she walks carefully across the wet pool deck. She stretches out on a reclining chair, resting her head on a folded up towel, and lets the sun dry both her suit and her skin. I spend the next hour nodding in and out, and am relieved when Sarah finally decides she's ready to eat.

Once back in our rooms, we agree that we both want to shower before finding a nice restaurant to have dinner at. I grab my toiletries and close myself into the large, nicely appointed bathroom. I shave my face before stepping into the oversized, 2-person whirlpool bath/shower, and proceed to wash off the day's activities. The jetted tub wasn't mentioned in any of the descriptions of the rooms; and I know Jill will appreciate the surprise. I have to leave the steamy bathroom to dry myself off, so I wrap a towel around my waist while I unpacked a pair of slacks and a light-cotton button-up shirt from my suitcase. I'm dressed and ready to go in less than ten minutes; and while sitting in front of the television I begin to wonder when Sarah might be ready herself.

I stand up from the bed and walk toward the open privacy door. While standing well within the boundaries of my room, I poke my head through the adjoining doorway to ask for an approximate ready time. I'm left speechless when I see her leaning over her bed, completely naked except for a towel wrapped around her head. She's singing to the music crackling out from the small, bedside clock radio, totally focused on the clothes she's pawing through, unaware of the fact that her dad's standing there watching her.

Her breasts are hanging almost motionless as she pulls clothes from her bag. Her small nipples are still hard; and they help bring the smooth curves of her boobs up to a focused point. Her perfect white skin is flawless; and her toned stomach leads the way down to her smooth, cleanly waxed...pussy. For just a split second it feels like I'm looking at my wife, way back when we were still young and carefree. I immediately feel ashamed for thinking of my daughter's vagina as her pussy, a term strictly reserved for my wife's sweet lovebox and porn on the internet. But there it is, staring me in the face: a beautiful, tight pussy, hairless and perfect. Referring to such a work of art as a simple piece of anatomy would be doing it an injustice. My cock quickly rises to salute the perfection before me, tenting my towel obscenely. I manage to escape from the doorway without being noticed; and in my shameful arousal I decided to sit quietly and wait for as long as it takes. The image of Sarah is fixed in my brain, and even though the television's on in front of me, I'm oblivious to it.

My trance is broken when Sarah finally enters my room. I assume she's still not ready to go, since all she's wearing is a sheer lacey bra and matching thong panties. Unable to find a solution to what is apparently quite a problem, she stands before me to ask for my guidance. I force myself to look her straight in her eyes while she talks.

"Daddy, would you mind if I wore the same outfit that I had on when you picked me up at the airport? I really wasn't able to pack a whole lot of out-on-the-town clothes, so basically it's the only thing I have that I can wear for dinner."

I think the outfit she's standing in is perfect, but decide that even jokingly it would be a pretty inappropriate thing to say. "That's fine Honey, as long as it doesn't stink. I mean it was pretty warm today, and I know how sweaty you can get!"

"Yah, right! Nobody stinks as much as you! How do you think I found you when I was waiting at the airport?"

She initially enjoys the banter, but then stops short with a concerned look on her face. "Dad... you're not really serious, are you? Do you really think I stink?"

"No, I was only teasing. You know that. Now go get yourself dressed before I decide to order some pizza. I'm starving!" I forgot how sensitive a teenage girl can be, and feel guilty that I've let my kidding around go a little too far.

I wait until she turns away before I let my eyes wander, immediately focusing on her ass as she walks back into her room. The thong of her panties is barely visible between her tight little butt cheeks; and as I watch her, I wonder if she's purposefully teasing me, maybe even enjoying herself a bit while putting on her little show. Nah, I doubt it. She's just focused on what to wear. I patiently sit on my bed and begin thinking about Jill; and it helps me to remember that this goddess I am with is actually my adorable little daughter, and not some sexual fantasy brought to life. Sarah finally comes back dressed and ready to go; and when I look into her eyes I once again see the unmistakable sparkle of my beautiful little princess.

Stopping at the Consierge desk, I ask for a steak restaurant recommendation. (I'm not at all into the Mediterranean diet. I'm used to my dinners being built around a dead animal ) He gives us the name of a nice steakhouse to eat at. A hotel limo is waiting out front for us; and we're at the restaurant 20 minutes later.

As the driver lets us out, he says "Enjoy your meal. Just call the hotel when you're about ready to come back to the hotel. Traffic will be lightening up for the day soon, so I should be able to make it back here in 10 minutes or so."

"Thank you. I appreciate the full service," I reply, handing him a $100 bill.

"Thank YOU, Sir."

We joke back and forth while we wait in the crowded entryway for a table. I watch as almost every guy around us admires the young beauty at my side. Sarah takes it in stride, having gotten used to receiving a lot of attention; but I'm a little surprised and put off by the constant stares she's provoking. She can tell it bothers me, and grabs my hand to try and reassure me.

"They're only looking, Daddy. It's just what guys do. I don't think they can even control it! I'm sure you still look at women from time to time."

I relax a little then, recalling that while picking her up at the airport, I, too, was checking Sarah out before recognizing her.

"I only look at your mother. That's my story and I'm sticking to it," I reply, deadpan.

"Too bad, I bet there are a lot of women who would really get off catching you checking them out." Apparently my daughter aced the class, 'Stroking Your Father's Ego-101'.

"Yea, right. Women hate it when guys stare at them!"

"They say they do, but actually it's quite flattering. Think about it. If a woman is out with a bunch of girlfriends, don't you think she would prefer that it was her that was getting noticed? Women like to be noticed every bit as much as guys do. It's the cat-calls we could do without. That's just..CRUDE." It seemed that she had aced her debate class as well.

"I guess you're right. But it's just different when it's my daughter being leered at."

"Maybe if they think we're a couple it might stop some of them from ogling so openly."

"Who's going to believe a hotty like you in a relationship with an old dude like me?"

"Awe, Daddy, that's so sweet! You really think I'm a hotty?"

"I probably shouldn't inflate your already healthy ego, but absolutely Honey. Mom and I created a major hotty when we made you. The sex was so hot, you couldn't possibly have turned out as anything less!" I finish, giving her my best Cheshire cat grin.

"Ewwww! TMI Dad!"

I chuckle, slightly embarrassed, wondering if I'm pushing it, but enjoying the lightness and ease of the conversation.

"Well thanks...I guess. But May-December romances happen all the time, and you still look pretty hot for an old dude," she laughs.

"Old dude!? December!? I'm 46, not 76. Why don't we call it an April-August romance?"

"Sure Daddy, whatever helps you sleep at night...old dude," she whispers.

Grabbing my arm and leaning in close, Sarah begins our charade with a kiss on my cheek. Raising her voice a little to make sure she can be heard: "Patience, Dear, I'm sure they'll have our table ready soon. Just make sure you save room for dessert when we get back to our room!"

She winks at me and I respond with a slap on her butt, wondering if any of her admirers believed the act we're putting on for them.

"Oh!" Sarah chirps, surprised. "Well that was unexpected. Nice move...for an old dude," she whispers.

I move my hand from her butt up to her waist, but she pushes it back down over her ass, holding it there for a few seconds until I get the message that that is where she wants it to remain.

"Tease," I whisper in her ear.

"Maybe, but who exactly am I teasing? The guys checking me out, or you?"

"Both, I think, but I'm definitely getting the better end of the deal," I chuckle.

"Daddy! You dirty old man!"

I quickly move my hand up back to her waist, figuring the moment is over, and concerned not to go too far. I don't want to offend her.

"Now who's being the tease?" she asks, as she once again moves my hand back down over her ass, this time a little further in, so I'm cupping her ass cheek, my pinky resting in the cleft of her ass.

"You are incorrigible!" I whisper, relieved that she isn't offended at all, but enjoying the game we're playing, with each other and the oglers in our midst. "You're also very ticklish," I add, as I stroke the fabric stretched over her ass-crack with my pinky, causing her hips to thrust forward.

"Hey!" she hisses. "No fair! Dirty pool, Daddy. You'll pay for that later, Mister," she chuckles.

"I didn't think you'd react THAT strongly," I reply as a partial apology, immediately concerned that my devious little girl would make sure to get me back IN SPADES if she had a mind to.

"Maybe I wouldn't have...if I had any panties on," she replies, giving me an evil grin.

I quickly remove my hand from her ass.

"What!?" I hiss quietly. "Why not?"

"Didn't feel like putting any on with these slacks. The material's very thin silk, and shows panty lines horribly. It also is very form fitting, so when you ran your finger along my ass-crack, you were pretty much brushing over my rosebud," she giggles as she turns to look me in the eye, mischief playing behind her own."I'm so sorry, Honey. I didn't realize." A look of horror, I'm sure, is on my face.

"Don't be," she replies matter-of-factly, turning to stand beside me once again.

Taking my hand, she once again places it on her ass, but this time, apparently feeling even more daring, she slides it over the very center of her ass, and then pushes my hand down, so my middle finger is between her legs, resting on the back of her pussy. Two things become immediately apparent to me: One, our little act has taken a horribly inappropriate turn, and two, Sarah is aroused. Her pants are damp where my middle finger is resting. I try to pull my hand away immediately, but Sara holds it in place. The only thing I manage to retract are my fingers, since Sara is holding the back of my hand in place, which only exacerbates the situation as my middle finger drags over the back of her thinly covered pussy and asshole.

"Mmmm!" she moans softly, looking up at me. "Why, Daddy! What would Mommy think?"

I again try to extricate my hand from her...area; but she firmly holds my hand in place.

"Now you can't move your hand away, or someone may see," she says softly. Stretching up until her breath is in my ear, she whispers "My pussy's so wet right now, the crotch of my pants is getting soaked!"

I'm shocked, and at a loss for what to do or how to react. Sarah removes her hand from the top of mine and looks forward, towards the host stand. She then looks back at me with a "Well, what are you going to do?" look. Now completely sure that she wasn't exaggerating, as my hand becomes damp from the quickly expanding wet spot on her pants, and not really knowing what to do, or able to comprehend just how we got to the current predicament, I follow her lead and turn my attention back to the host stand, leaving my hand comfortably parked on her ass and between her legs, hoping the spot doesn't spread further than I can cover it up. At least I can be sure that every guy in the place knows she's not available! I glance back down at Sara and she's looking askance at me, a smirk on her face.

"Now behave, Daddy," she says deadpan, as she wiggles her ass and pushes back into my hand at the same time, my middle finger definitely making contact with her pussy through the thin, soaked fabric.

She catches me off-balance; and I contract my fingers and push my hand forward in surprise, not wanting her or me to fall over. This just plants my finger firmly in the cleft of her pussy, eliciting another moan from Sarah.

"Stop it!" I hiss. "You've pushed this act too far, Sarah. I'm your father for God's sake!"

"Sorry Daddy. You're right," she responds, sounding contrite and a bit out of breath. "But please don't remove your hand. You really are saving me from embarrassment right now. I know it's my own fault, but the crotch of my slacks is pretty wet! I think I can smell my juices!" she ends, concern and anxiety now in her voice.

"Okay, Honey. Just relax. I'll keep my hand where it is to protect your 'modesty'," I assure her, my tone more mocking than reassuring.

Feeling very flustered, I straighten out my fingers some, keeping them as a wall to cover Sara's "condition", without making any further contact with her pussy.

We remain standing close together, my hand on her ass and her arm around my waist. After a few minutes the tension seems to disappear and we both relax. Personally, I'm at-the-same-time horrified that I've inadvertently touched my daughter in such an inappropriate way, flattered that she obviously enjoyed it, and feeling like every other guy in the room is jealous of me. I proudly usher my date into the dining room when we are finally called for our table. We take our time eating, talking non-stop about anything and everything, excluding what had just happened waiting for our table, up until the restaurant is ready to close.

"So are you ready to go? Or are your pants still wet?" I inquire nonchalantly, grinning evilly.

"I'm good, Daddy," she laughs. "Thanks for tonight, and not making it awkward once we got seated."

I motion for the waiter to come over. Giving him the name of the hotel we're staying at, I ask that he call and have a driver sent to pick us up. The waiter nods and walks off.

"No problem, Honey. I'm always here for you...though I never thought I'd be there LIKE THAT for you," I chuckle.

"Yea," she giggles. "Wasn't exactly on my bucket list either...but it was nice." Leaning over conspiratorially, she whispers: "I didn't just get wet, Daddy. I had a little orgasm."

My eyes get wide in shock, and I can feel my face turning beet red. I'm speechless. Thank God there's no one left in the restaurant to wonder about the look on my face. They may have thought I was having a heart attack and rushed over to check on us.

"I know you didn't mean to, of course, but...thank you. It was...very nice," she smiles demurely.

I leave a generous tip on the table to apologize for hanging around so long. As we leave the restaurant, we walk side by side but separate. Sarah slides over and, taking my arm, wraps it around her shoulders.

"Thank you for dinner, Daddy," she says softly as we wait in the cool evening air for our ride.

"You're welcome, Honey," I reply, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Any time."

We're finally back at the hotel, and it's very late. We're both exhausted as we each stumble into our separate rooms. I turn out the light and strip down before crawling in between the cool bed sheets. Sarah's light is still on; and I can hear her moving around as she gets ready for bed. Though my eyes are closed I can tell when her room becomes dark, and I lay there feeling relieved that we're getting along so well, and that we're still very relaxed and comfortable together, especially after the events earlier this evening.

Not yet completely asleep, I open my eyes when I feel something disturb my bed; and I'm surprised to see Sarah leaning over me trying to see if I'm still awake. I turn to look at her and she jumps back a little when I move.

"What's up, honey? Can't sleep?"

"I guess not. I just have a lot on my mind."

My eyes adjust to the darkness and I begin to see Sarah more clearly. All she's wearing is a loose fitting tank top that ends just below her waist, seemingly unconcerned standing there wearing nothing else. Deciding that she might want to talk for a bit, she takes a seat at the corner of my bed with one foot tucked under her and the other foot hanging off the side. Her hairless mound is in full view, and I'm hoping that the cloak of darkness will hide my uncontrollable staring, and my growing erection beneath the comforter. Both the neckline and arm holes of her tank top are stretched out and hanging down low, leaving her tits in full view as she moves and stretches while making herself comfortable.

"Are you gonna share your troubles, Sarah, or are you just gonna sit there flashing me at the end of my bed?" I figure I can be as bold with my words as she's being with her immodesty.

"Flashing? I'm wearing a shirt! I mean...well I guess I really didn't even think about it... Is this bothering you?"

"No, it doesn't bother me", I assure her, lying. "I guess I just need to get used to being around my daughter again. It's been a while since you've been home, and to be honest, you have changed quite a bit. You've obviously gotten quite comfortable with your own body and don't seem to have any problem with showing it off! And, if you don't mind me asking, when did you start waxing your...nether regions?

Nether?...My pussy?" she giggles. "I haven't waxed since high school. Mom paid for laser hair removal as a graduation present."

"Ohhhhh, I can see why she might not fill me in on that particular present," I respond, chuckling awkwardly. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. Jill hasn't had a rug for over a decade, preferring her pussy baby smooth. I personally just keep myself groomed: a #3 on my beard trimmer once-a-month keeps Jill happy when she's sucking my cock. She used to bitch about getting my pubes caught in her teeth and wanted me to shave, like her: but I refused. The trim was our compromise.

"Anyway, how else have I changed?" Sarah leans over and crawls across the bed, finally lying on her side facing me with her hand propping up her head. Her loose shirt has fallen away, leaving one of her tits completely exposed.

"Hey, dear daughter," I reply, ignoring her question. "You're giving your old man quite a show here. Your left boob's on display, not to mention your apparently hairless-forever...pussy...do people really use that term so casually?" I ask her as I kick my leg out from under the sheet and tickle the calf of her top leg with my toe, wanting her to realize that I'm not being critical, just observant in case she wants to cover up.

"Hey!" she giggles. "Stop tickling! And yes, they do," she laughs, as she brings her foot up to rest on her other knee so she can scratch her calf where I was tickling. "Vagina and Penis are just so formal and awkward. Pussy and cock just ROLL of the tongue, don't you think?"

She tries to keep a straight face, but fails miserably, devolving into uncontrolled laughter. I'm not sure if I should be horrified or laughing with her; but I'm too distracted by the view to be either.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, bringing her leg up completely opens up her pussy to my mesmerized eyes, even in this low light. And, if I'm honest, I've gotta say fortunately. Her pussy is beautiful...and wet. Not only can I see her juices glistening on her inner lips from the little bit of light coming in under the hotel room door, I can smell her sex, a subtle but unmistakable aroma of aroused female. Is she really THIS casual about nudity, or is she teasing me??

Her unconscious exhibitionism, and obviously aroused state, causes my cock to come to full attention, and I'm glad it's concealed under the messiness of the comforter. She stops scratching, but leaves her foot where it is. I have to struggle to tear my eyes away, but manage. I decide to answer her question to distract my dick, I mean my mind.

"So, to your question...Well, you've become much more mature, graceful, self-confident, and, well, womanly." I choose my words carefully, thinking it sounds a lot better than telling her that she's nothing short of every man's sexual wet dream, particularly with one tit and her wet pussy putting on a show.

"You don't think I'm ugly?"

"Hell..., I mean heck no! Why would you think that? Especially with all the attention that you obviously get! Trust me Sarah, you are the furthest thing from ugly!"

"Well, I guess I just feel so plain around the other girls at school. They're all tan while I'm about as pale as a girl can be. They're always wearing these cute little outfits and acting all special; and sometimes I just sit and cry when I'm getting dressed in the morning! It's just not fair!" Sarah pounds her fist down on the bed; and her exposed breast taunts me while it jiggles in response.

"Is that all? Well, first thing, as you said, they are ALL tan. Alabaster skin like you and your mom have is something special. It sets you apart. It's what first attracted me to your mom. As to the second, we still have a whole day together tomorrow. How about I take you to the mall and we get you all fixed up with some things that are a little more appropriate for a sexy little coed like yourself!"

"Thanks, Daddy! I love you!" She throws herself on top of me and gives me a tight hug through the thickness of the comforter. Her pussy is right on top of my erection, the comforter the only thing keeping them apart. I feel her do a little grind, I'm assuming involuntarily, and realize that she can feel my erection even through the thick comforter.

"Um, Honey. Maybe you should get off me," I suggest awkwardly.

Sarah jumps off and stands next to the bed, looking sheepish.

"Sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to try and rub one out on your hard-on."

"Jesus, Sara! Really? Could you have said anything MORE awkward or inappropriate?" I ask as I sit up.

As I'm sitting up, and repositioning myself, my hand pushes down on the comforter where Sara's pussy just was. It's more than damp, it's soaked!

"Christ, Sarah! What's got you so turned on? Your pussy soaked my comforter!" I exclaim without thinking.

"What?!" she starts, as she flips on the lamp next to the bed.

My eyes quickly squeeze shut to the invading light. After several seconds, I begin to open them as they adjust. Sarah is just standing there, her hand over her mouth, giggling, staring at the wet spot on the comforter. All I can stare at is her pouty wet pussy, staring back at me.

"Sorry, Daddy," she laughs. "I couldn't stop replaying in my mind what happened while we were waiting for our table. My pussy got so wet on the car ride back, the limo will probably have a stain on the seat in the morning. My pants are soaked! And obviously my pussy's still very wet...What are you staring at?"

"Really, Sara. I'm glad we can talk so openly about your state of arousal; but maybe you should go take a quick swim to cool off, yah think?"

"You think it's open this late?"

"Sure. It's open 24/7."

"Awesome! That sounds like a great idea," she enthuses as she pulls her tank top off. "Want to join me?"

I'm mesmerized by her beauty, and can't help comparing her nubile body to her mothers. So alike and also so different. Sarah has her mom's alabaster skin and pouty (I'd actually describe them as meaty) pussy lips, and also her curves, though Jill is more hippy, probably from childbirth. But whereas Jill is all Irish, with red hair, stunning green eyes, and freckles all over her body, Sarah's hair is dark brown, and her eyes blue, like mine, her skin is flawless white milk. They're both around 5'7", but Sarah is more athletic looking, with c-cup breasts and small areolas and short, thick nipples. Jill's are breasts are full DDs, with large areolas and long, fat nipples...My cock is aching, it's so hard.

"Dad? Hello?? Space out much?"

"Huh?...No, I'm good," I reply meekly, finally processing her offer. There's no way I'm getting out of this bed with the monster hard-on I'm sporting. "Now go put something on, will you?"

"Why Daddy? You've already seen all of my "goodies" at this point, maybe just not all at once," she replies slyly, that evil grin back on her face. "Sure you don't want to join me?" she asks, tugging at the comforter.

"Stop!" I exclaim, panic in my voice.

"Why, Daddy? Something under there you're hiding from me?"

"God, what a tease!" I say disgusted and laughing at the same time. "Just go, will you. Leave your old man a little dignity."

"Okay, Daddy," as she turns for the door. "See you in awhile."

"Whoa! Aren't you forgetting something, like a swim suit?"

"No, not really. It's late. The place is practically empty. I'm going skinny dipping!"

"What if someone sees you in the hall, or also decides on a late night swim?"

"I'll take my chances...It's exciting, the thought that I might get caught!"

"You...are...INSANE." I reply, completely unable to restrain here without exposing myself.

"You could try to stop me," she suggests coyly, looking from my face to my crotch. "Just gotta get out of bed and restrain me."

"What a daughter I've raised," shaking my head. "Go ahead, have fun. Cool off that pussy of yours."

Sara smirks as she turns for the door. Opening the door and looking up and down the hall, she slowly turns back to me, her nude body fully in the hallway.

"Last chance to stop me! Gotta get moving before the juices running down my legs stain the carpet," she giggles.

My eyes immediately shift to the cleft between her thighs and, sure enough, pussy juice is slowly running down her legs, and her pussy lips are glowing red and slightly distended. She's beyond aroused. My dick just gets harder, if that's even possible.

"Just go," I say. "And hope you don't get caught!" I call after her as she lets go of the door and bolts down the hall, sounding like a herd of elephants stampeding.

I quickly jump out of bed, ignoring my nudity and erection; and open the door to see why in Hell she making so much noise, when she should be trying to be particularly quiet. She's literally stomping her feet as she jogs down the hallway, actually trying to get someone's attention, pushing her luck as far as she can. At the end of the hall, she hits the elevator button. Waiting for the elevator, she turns back and sees me.

"Hey, Daddy! Change your mind?" she yells back down the hall.

Not thinking, I immediately run out into the hall, raging hard-on slapping up against my abdomen as I run towards her.

"Sarah, Honey, shush! You'll wake someone!" I tell her once I'm close enough to not have to yell.

"Nice boner, Daddy!" Sara gushes admiringly. "Didn't realize you were packing quite so much...girth."

I turn red and cover my cock with both hands. It's really pretty average in length, maybe a little over 7", but very thick. Jill's done the dollar bill test on my erect penis, and I passed comfortably.

"Really, Daddy," she rebukes me, though in a much lower, "inside voice". "Here your daughter stands in all her horny, wet pussy glory, and you're playing shy?"

My face blushes and I drop my hands away to my sides, more embarrassed to be shown up by my daughter in being comfortable in her nudity and sexuality, than I am in allowing her to see her father's physical reaction to her current state. It's not like she didn't already know I was sporting major wood because of her, or just seen it flopping madly down the hall. Covering up at this point does really strike me as silly and somewhat cowardly. I thought I had a better sense of self-worth. But then again, this is my daughter, and not Jill I'm sporting the wood for...and putting it on display. I'm really at a loss right now as to what to do or say.

Just as I'm about to say...something, I honestly don't know what, the elevator dings and the doors open. Sara looks from the doors and back to me.

"Wanna join me for a swim? Looks like we both could use some cooling off," she says with a sly smirk.

"No thank you Honey. Go ahead. We can talk later."

'I've gotta get back and jack off before I explode,' I might have added, but judiciously decided against it.

"K. Suit yourself. See ya. Love you, Daddy!"

And into the elevator she disappears.

I pause for a couple of seconds, realize that I'm standing naked and alone in a hotel hallway, and turn and sprint for my room. Reaching for the door without slowing down much, I turn the handle. And of course nothing happens. I'd forgotten to take the room keycard with me. SHIT!!

Looking around, I see the ice machine sign down the hall, just past the elevator. I can only hope there's a house-keeping closet nearby. Sprinting BACK the way I'd just come, I pass the elevator and pull up short just before the ice machine. Lucky for me, there IS a house-keeping cart sitting right next to the machine. Also lucky for me, the change in circumstance of being locked out of my room has apparently banished all sexual thoughts from my mind, as my cock is rapidly deflating. THANK GOD! I grab a towel, wrap it around my waist, and hit the down button on the elevator.

The elevator arrives fairly quickly. I take it down to the front desk to get a spare keycard. As I walk up to the front desk, wrapped only in a towel, I'm relieved to see there's no one else in the lobby, except of course for the young man behind the front desk. He looks like he could still be in high school; but he's got to be in his 20s to work the night shift at a hotel...right?? Anyway, I walk right up to him, trying to look confident.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" he asks, trying to suppress a smirk, and not doing too well at it. He sounds American, which surprises me.

I am not in the mood after the evening I've had. I read his nametag: Mark.

"What do you think, smartass? Another room key. #603."

"Do you have ID sir?"

"Obviously not," I retort, as I step back, raise my arms, and give him a "Where the hell do you think I might be keeping it?" look.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But we can't just give out new keycards without ID. It's for your own security," he informs me, a serious look now on his face. He's all business.

"Well, there must be some procedure for situations like this."

"There might be; but I don't know what they are. I've only been here for 3 weeks, and this a first for me," he informs me, just before he turns to look past me and his face goes blank.

I turn to look where his gaze is pointed, and what do you think he's staring at? My naked daughter, of course.

Sarah walks up to the desk smiling, not bothering to cover herself at all.

"Sarah, I thought you were going swimming?" I say reprovingly.

"Thought I might find you here! I couldn't get into the pool without a keycard. I need another one. Figured you'd have the same problem," she giggles.

Mark just stares silently.

"You could have at least grabbed a towel and covered up! There are plenty in the house-keeping carts."

"No rooms on this floor, so no carts."

"Well I'm sure there are plenty of towels by the pool."

"Sure are. I can see piles of them through the glass door that I can't open without a keycard," she explains smugly.

Mark starts to chuckle, but stops himself.

Turning to him, I say: "Stop drooling over my daughter's body, you idiot. And this is NOT funny."

"This is your daughter?"

"Yes, this is Sarah, my DAUGHTER. Are you deaf as well as dense?"

"Sorry, Sir. I just thought she was your girlfriend."

I'm about to slam him again when I process what he just said. He thinks I could be Sarah's boyfriend. MY ego immediately swells to a dangerously unrealistic level and I think: Maybe I've misjudged this kid.

"Well, you can see that we're in a bit of spot here. Can you just help us out this one time?"

"You know, you're not supposed to go skinny dipping in the hotel pool, or roam the halls naked."

"No shit, Sherlock. Just give us a couple of keycards and we can all put this unfortunate incident behind us. Besides, you kind of owe us for the free peepshow you're enjoying ."

"Roger that," Mark laughs. "I guess I do owe both. You, Sir, for creating and raising such a drop-dead gorgeous example of the female form, and you, Miss, for allowing me to look upon you in all your nubile glory!"

"Polite, I'll give you that," I reply. "You in the military, Mark?"

"Yes, Sir. Or I was, Sir. Marines. 10 years."

"Really? You look way too young. How old are you, if I may ask?"

"28, Sir. Joined up right outta high school."

"Wow. Real baby face you got there, Mark. How did you end up here, if I may ask?"

"I was stationed in Europe for the end of my last tour and loved it. Once I got out, and with no real plans, I just decided to stay, see what came along. So far, not much. But it's a job, and pays enough to get me by. And hey, it's freakin' Europe! Scraping by here beats the hell out of a regular life in Cleveland."

"I'm sure it does," I reply, smiling. "Now how about those keys?"

"Yes, Sir."

Sarah sidles up the desk.

"So you think my body's pretty hot, huh?"

"Oh definitely, Miss!"

"Please, call me Sarah," she practically purrs. "What do you think's my best feature? My breasts?" she asks as she caresses them. "My nipples?" she suggests as she pinches and rolls one, while bending her head down to lick the other."

Mark and I are both gawking openly. My towel is beginning to tent again, and I have nowhere to hide.

"Christ, Sarah! Really!??" I protest.

But Sara isn't done, not even close.

Stepping back from the desk, Sara turns her back to us, spreads her legs, and bends over at her waist, looking back at us from between her legs.

Spreading her ass cheeks wide, she asks "my rosebud?"

Bending even further over, (I didn't realize my daughter was this flexible) she puts her yet-again-wet pussy on display.

"My pretty little pussy, perhaps?" she inquires, licking her lips.

My cock is again rock hard, and Mark is standing right up against the other side of the desk, his left hand out of sight. I'm guessing he's stroking his own erection.

"Jesus! Are you beating your meat right in front of me and my daughter!?"

"Can't help it, Sir. Your daughter is fucking spectacular, and I can't decide which part of her is the hottest!"

"Maybe I can help you decide," Sarah interjects.

Turning back around, she lifts one leg in the air and rests her calf on the edge of the front desk, opening her pussy for a close and personal inspection.

"I can show you the hottest part of me. Give me your hand, Soldier," she barks with a sly grin.

Mark offers the free hand that's NOT stroking his tool, and Sara takes it, turns it palm up, and places it on her pussy.

"Can you feel how hot I am, Mark? Feel how hot and wet my pussy is?"

Mark is speechless, but not an idiot. He starts rubbing Sara's pussy, and slides a finger up into her cunt. I have no idea what to do or how to react; but I know I've got to end this before it gets TOTALLY out of hand, as if it hasn't already. I feel like I'm about to have an aneurism. I get that she's cranked up from earlier, but JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!!

"OKAY, Sarah. That's enough. You've had your fun, and so have you, Mark. Kindly remove your hand from my daughter's pussy, please."

Mark reluctantly withdraws his hand, and Sarah lets him.

"I think you've been more than compensated for breaking the rules and making us extra keycards, wouldn't you agree?"

"Uh, yes, Sir. Absolutely, Sir! Here you go," as he hands them over, one to Sara and one to me.

The one he gives me is in the hand he had in Sara's pussy, and her juices are on the card. I carefully avoid the wet part as I take the card.

"Sara, why don't you go enjoy your swim: and I'll see you in awhile. Mark, it's been an experience. Goodnight."

I quickly turn away, my erection obvious to both of them, and head for the elevator. I hear Sara giggling, and turn to see her walking back toward the pool. As soon as the elevator opens, I step in and hit the 6 button. As soon as the doors close, I bring the keycard up to my nose and inhale the sweet scent of my daughter's pussy juices. I just can't help myself. And it's isn't enough. I quickly lick the card clean, savoring every bit of her juices, stroking my cock at the same time. The towel falls off from my stroking; but I don't care. I need release soooo badly.

When the elevator gets to 6 and the doors open, I regain some sense of self-control and release my meat. Ignoring the towel, I just decide to make a dash for it down the hall to my room. I make it into the room without incident.

Once in the room, I recommence my stroking. The card is now clean of Sarah's juices, and I crave more. Remembering what she said about soaking her pants on the ride back from the restaurant, I go into her room to find them. There they are, carelessly thrown on the bed. I pick them up and feel for the damp crotch; but no, it's dry. Disappointed, I bring the crotch area up to my nose and inhale deeply. It's pure heaven, an aroma reminiscent of Jill but unique to Sara. I resume stroking my cock as I continue to inhale my daughter's scent. Then I start licking the material, sucking her juices from the fabric. By the time I get all I think I can from the silky material, it's wet again, this time with my saliva. Wrapping it around my cock, I pick up the pace of my stroking, giving into the fantasy of fucking my own daughter's sweet pussy. Within a minute, I feel myself about to cum. Cupping the crotch area of her slacks around the turgid head of my cock, I cum into her pants, copiously. I can't remember the last time I came this much, spurt after spurt. I continue to milk my cock until I'm spent. The fabric her pussy was up against only an hour ago is now full of my spunk. The idea keeps me semi-hard. Getting a sick notion and just running with it, I wrap the spunk filled fabric around my cock and begin stroking again, using my own sperm for lubrication. I take it slowly, waiting for my cock to fully recover and get fully rigid again, relishing the feel and the idea of my own jizz as lubrication my self-love session. After several minutes, I can feel I'm about to cum again, and again blow my much smaller second effort into the same area of her pants.

And then I collapse onto the bed, totally spent and too tired to clean up, Sara's pants lying on the bed next to me. I'm just too tired to clean up or care. I quickly drift off to sleep, blissfully dreamless and deep.

Meanwhile, down at the pool, I've been enjoying my swim. After only maybe 5 minutes in the pool, Mark comes in, still sporting a boner, which he's trying to hide by pushing it down behind his pocket.

"Just stopped by to check on you, see if you needed anything," he calls out lamely from the doorway.

I stand up in the shallow end, water dripping from my erect nipples.

"Well hey, Mark! You look pretty uncomfortable the way you've got that boner bent. Why don't you let it out to breath?" I suggest, giving him a come-hither look.

Mark doesn't even take a second to think about how inappropriate my suggestion is, and that he could lose his job if he gets caught. He just whips down his pants and boxers, his long cock slapping up against his shirt.

"Nice!" I enthuse, walking up out of the pool. Admiring his member, I notice its similarity in thickness and length to my dear father's: just as long, but, unfortunately, less...girthy, but still better much better than my last boyfriend. The very comparison causes to me to grin wickedly. "You know, I think there is one little thing you could do for me, and I'm sure my Daddy would really appreciate you helping me out."

At the mention of "Daddy," Mark's hopes deflate.

"Oh, what would that be, Miss?" pulling his pants back up.

"Please, call me Sarah; and please don't put your cock away. It's beautiful, and needed for you to help me. You see, Daddy sent me down for a swim to cool off, because I've just been sooo horny tonight. But with everything that's been going on, and believe me, you don't know the half of it, I'm just getting more jacked up by the minute. Even skinny dipping has got me wet, and I don't mean the water, just realizing that someone could walk in at any moment. Apparently, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," I finish, as I step up to him and grasp his solid cock. "What I need, and is the only thing that I think can really cool me down, is a good, hard, FUCKING. Do you think you could help me with that, Soldier? I'm sure my Daddy would appreciate it!"

"Yes, MAM, I mean, Miss, I mean Sarah!" he replies as he struggles out of his pants, kicking his shoes off in the process.

"I thought you might be 'up' for it" I giggle, bending over a patio table and shaking my ass at him.

Mark steps up behind me and cups my pussy with his hand.

"God your pussy's dripping wet, Baby!"

"No shit, Soldier. So let's not waste any time on foreplay. I want you to fuck me and I want you to do it NOW. Ram that meatstick all the way up my hot cunt!"

Mark doesn't need to be asked twice. He positions his cockhead between my swollen lips and shoves it home in one smooth thrust, burying himself balls deep on the first shot. I quickly reach back and grab his ass, holding him up against me.

"God, yes, Baby! Just stand there a minute and let me enjoy the feel of your cock stretching my sopping pussy walls. Mmmmmm...Okay, Baby. Start fucking me."

Mark pulls back a little over 2/3rds of his length, and starts up a slow rhythm, in and out, always balls-deep. I can feel the lips of my pussy being pulled out every time he withdraws, clinging to the shaft of his cock. After about 10 minutes of this, he speeds up his thrusts, slamming into my cunt, then slowly withdrawing again. I match his rhythm, pushing back as he rams forward, slamming our bodies together.

"Mmmmmmmm. God that feels awesome. Just keep doing what you're doing while I play with my clit," as I reach for my little pink boat. "God damn, you're good at this, Soldier!" I really like calling him "Soldier", obviously.

"Not my first rodeo, Miss, er, Sarah."

"Obviously...not," I grunt out, panting. "Oh my God, I'm going to cum!"

Mark responds by increasing the ferocity of his slamming into me, my sopping lovebox feeling deliciously used. After just a few of these powerful strokes he's ready to blow himself.

"I'm about to cum! Do you want me to pull out?"

"Fuck no! I want you to fill my pussy with your hot jizz while I cream all over your fuck tool!"

Mark takes one more backstroke, all the way back until just his engorged cockhead is still enveloped within my overheated cunt, and then rams his cock home, slamming into my ass and sliding my entire body forward with his momentum. I cry out as my orgasm washes over me and I feel the strong spurts of Mark's jizz coating the walls of my spasming cunt, clamping down on his cock like my life depended on it. Mark continues to stroke his cock in and out, letting me milk his cock dry.

After a couple more minutes, he withdraws and I stand up, Mark's cum leaking out of my satisfyingly abused pussy and dripping down my legs.

"Let me clean that up for you," he says and, not waiting for an answer, he picks me up and lays me back on the table, spreading my legs before him. He immediately starts licking my juices and his own spunk off my legs, working his way up to my gaping, leaking pussy. With no hesitation, he begins to slurp and suck his spunk out of my well-fucked hole.

"Oh my GOD!" I moan, resuming playing with my clit as Mark cleans me out. "I've never had I guy do THIS for me before! You're going to spoil me for other guys! This is simply too fucking AWESOME. Mmmmmmm! Oh, shit!" Playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling roughly on them, I cry out.

"I'm cumming again!! Oh FUCK!!" I yell, wrapping my legs around Mark's head and humping him hard, my juices coating his face.

Mark keeps his tongue buried in my pussy while I ride my orgasm down. Once calm again, I unlock my legs from around his head and offer him my hand.

"Help me up, please. I'm fucking exhausted!"

Mark helps me up and into a chair.

"Jesus, you're a fucking sex monster! I've never had such a great fuck... and your clean-up act...that fucking blew my mind!"

"I'm glad you're pleased, Baby. I enjoyed myself as well," he replies, still catching his breath from my death grip. "You ARE a great fuck. So tight, and so into it. Some women just lay there and let you fuck them. YOU fuck back. It was awesome. Thank you so much."

I start laughing hysterically. "You're thanking me for fucking you? You are TOO polite. I should be thanking you! However, I think I'd like to show my appreciation in a more physical manner." Scooching forward on the chair, I suggest, "Let me clean you up now."

Mark steps forward and I immediately take his cock into my mouth, licking my juices off his shaft and sucking the head clean. At first, Mark's cock was only semi-rigid, but it quickly hardens to iron, filling my mouth with stiff meat. I continue to lick and suck his cock, alternating between playing with his balls and tickling his asshole.

"Ohhh...Godddd...FUCK...that feels fucking awesome," Mark groans.

After another 10 minutes, my cheeks and jaw are getting sore.

"Almost ready to cum?" I ask, talking around his fuck tool.

"I don't usually come from a blowjob. I need the tight walls of a pussy to get me off."

"Hmmm. We'll see about that. I want to taste your spunk from the source."

With that, I deep-throat Mark's cock, pushing his cockhead past my throat and fucking it with my throat, breathing through my nose, my mouth wide open and not in contact with his shaft. As I continue to throat fuck his cock, I start to apply pressure with my index finger onto his asshole, until it slides inside. Pushing just a bit further up, I come up against his prostate, and push against it with my finger.

"FUCKKKKK!!" Mark screams out, as his cock explodes in my mouth, dumping his load directly down my esophagus.

After the first couple of spurts, I back off a bit, pulling Mark's cockhead out of my throat and back into my mouth, where I milk his dick dry, swallowing and loving every drop. Once he's completely spent, and completely cleaned up, I let his flaccid member plop out of my mouth.

"How was that?" I asks, the answer being obvious.

"Wow, is all I can say. I've never had a blowjob anything close to that before. You are a CHAMPION cocksucker...Um, after all of this, would it be okay if I kissed you?"

"God, you are just too cute!" I gush, as I stand up and embrace him, opening my mouth as I make contact with his, exploring his with my tongue and mine with his. We rape each other's mouths for several minutes, Mark's cock getting hard yet again. I feel it rising up between my legs and push away.

"Okay big boy. I think we've had enough fun for one night. You've got to get back to work, before you lose your job; and I have to get some sleep. Big shopping day tomorrow with Daddy!"

I start for the door.

Mark steps away and grabs his boxers and pants. As he starts to put them on, he asks "Will I see you again before you guys leave?"

I stop at the door and look back.

"We'll be here until Sunday, so maybe. And thanks again, you definitely cooled my fire," I smile wickedly. "Daddy will be very happy with you."

"You aren't going to tell him about this, are you!?"

"You never know," I reply demurely, turning and leaving, the door shutting with finality behind me.

Heading back upstairs, I quietly let myself back into Daddy's room, as Mark made 2 cards for #603, not one for me in #601. Inside, Daddy is lying on the bed, asleep, naked, my black silk pants on the bed next to him. After a quick stop in his bathroom to sanitize my finger, I pick up the pants, grabbing them by the crotch area. I immediately feel sticky goo coating the fabric.

"Holy shit!" I whisper. "Daddy came in my pants...a lot!"

Licking the sticky residue up as much as I can, I can smell the remnants of my juices in the fabric.

"Daddy was jacking off to my smell! Awesome!"

Turning to her father's sleeping form, I study his flaccid cock.

"Damn, he's big."

Tossing the pants into my room, I gingerly separate his legs and kneel between them, studying his cock. I can see that it's still covered in his dried cum. It looks delicious...YUMMY!

"I wonder just how sound asleep he is?"

Gently taking his flaccid member in my hand, I stand it up slowly, looking for any reaction from Daddy. He doesn't move or make a sound, his breathing regular and slow. I tentatively reach out with my tongue and lick the tip of his cockhead. Still no reaction from Daddy. Feeling more confident, but keeping my eyes focused on his face, I wrap my lips around his cock and slowly engulf his member. While his mind stays unaware, his body reacts, and his cock begins to swell in my mouth. Smiling around his meat-stick, I begin to suck Daddy's cock, swirling my tongue around the shaft, licking his dry spunk off and swallowing it. Daddy stirs slightly, smiles, and drifts back into dreamland.

"God, this is soooo NAUGHTY! I'm blowing my fucking father!! Bet that's one hell of a dream you're having, Daddy dear." I think. "Maybe you're dreaming of Mom blowing your rod, or fucking her...or...maybe you're dreaming of your young nubile daughter riding her Daddy's hard cock in her tight little pussy...or maybe my ass? Are you an ass guy Daddy? I wonder. Have you ever fucked Mom's tight little asshole? That'd be something to see, for sure," I laugh to myself, continuing to suck his cock, now at full length and girth, filling my mouth with succulent cock-meat.

I keep the pace slow to keep from waking him. As much fun as it might be to make him cum and wake him to find his cock buried in his daughter's mouth, I'm pretty sure that would be pushing things too far. He might want to fuck me, or he might be disgusted, though I doubt it. But I know that if he suggested it, I'd fuck him in a heartbeat, but the chance that he might be upset or really angry even makes it a chance I'm unwilling to take. The vacation is going SO WELL. I don't want to mess it up.

I continue to slowly suck his cock until I'm pretty sure he's going to blow if I keep going, enjoying every moment it fills my mouth. Pushing back and standing up, I consider the state I'm leaving him in...and have an idea.

"This could be fun," I murmur. Taking his left hand and wrapping it around his erection, I wrap my hands around his and guide them up and down his shaft, helping him jack himself off. After just a few strokes, I can feel his hand taking over as he begins to wake up, at least a little bit. That's my cue to leave. I quickly step back into my room, but continue to watch from the door. After several more strokes, his hand clenched around his shaft, it starts to spurt high in the air, his spunk landing on his abdomen, legs, and the bed. It also fully awakens him.

Dave:

"What the fuck?" I murmur, opening my eyes and looking down the length of my body, finding my hand wrapped around my now dribbling cock. "I've never done THAT before."

Sarah suppresses a giggle and quietly climbs into bed, or at least tries. The bed springs squeak loudly.

"Sarah? Is that you Honey?"

Frozen for a second, Sarah quickly realizes this could be more fun with Daddy.

"Uh, yea Daddy. Do you need something?"

"Oh, no. Just didn't hear you come in. You can stay in bed.... When did you get back?" I ask as I quickly walk to the bathroom to get a rag for cleaning myself, and the bed, off.

"Maybe ten minutes ago."

"OH...really...I'm surprised I didn't hear you come in," I say hesitantly.

"I'm pretty sure you were dreaming, and it must have been a pretty good dream."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

Hopping out of bed and walking right into the room, Sara crosses her arms below her tits and replies, "Because you were stroking your cock like a madman!" she says matter-of-factly with a smirk on her face.

I look up, my hand with a washcloth wrapped around my dick, cleaning it off.

"Christ, Sarah! Don't you ever knock?"

"I've already seen everything you've got Daddy, including your masturbation form...I watched for several minutes...VERY nice form!" laughing hysterically.

I'm mortified.

"Please go to bed so I can clean myself up, leaving me what little dignity I've got left!"

"Sure, Daddy," she giggles. "But I don't think you've really got any left after tonight!

Then, after a quick kiss on my cheek and a slap on my ass, she turns around and disappears into her room. What a wild child I've ended up raising! I finish cleaning up and, after a fair amount of tossing and turning, fall asleep, not waking up until the sunlight begins to stream in through the small opening between the shades.

Getting up and emptying my bladder, I then put on a pair of sweats before going to check on Sara. Wandering into her room, I see her curtains already open, the tank top she was wearing last evening lying crumpled on the floor, and a thin strip of light coming out from her partially opened bathroom door. Walking over, I knock to let her know I'm there.

"Good morning, Daddy! You can come in if you want!"

Pushing open the door, she's sitting in the same kind of tub I have in my room. It's full of bubbles, and the jets are whirring as they continuously stir up the hot water she's soaking in. Smiling, she grabs up a hand full of bubbles and throws them towards me, hitting me right on the front of my sweatpants.

"Ha-ha! It looks like you had a little accident, Pops!"

"I'll show you a little accident!" reaching down through the bubbles and into the water to splash some up at her face, but in doing so my hand grazes over her chest. I can feel my fingers lightly run over her breast and flick across her stiff nipple. Immediately realizing my mistake, I jump back, completely embarrassed. "Sorry, Honey. I didn't mean to do that."

"It's O.K. Daddy. No biggy, really. I promise I won't tell Mom that you felt me up!" she laughs as she starts to rise from the tub, the bubbles running off her body, exposing her hard, wet nipples. "So, are we still going shopping today?"

"I guess I should say something to her about you lack of modesty; but I saw it all last night, you obviously don't care, so what's the point?"

"Besides, her dripping nips and pussy look delicious," I comment to myself, guilt washing over me immediately at such an inappropriate thought. "So she's an exhibitionist. There's not much I can do to about that. But I can still act like her father, and not like any other guy ogling her assets."

"Yes, just as soon as you are ready, so probably sometime this afternoon!? I think I'll go downstairs and grab some muffins and juice while you finish in here, since I can be ready and out the door in a matter of minutes."

She gives me a mocking thumbs-up and I excuse myself, leaving the door cracked open just like I found it. I stop to look in the vanity mirror that's just outside the bathroom, watching her reflection. Turning on the shower-head, she rinses the bubbles from her body.

"Damn, my daughter's got one tight body!" I muse. "Guy doesn't stand a chance of ignoring that, even a father. What a menu. Too bad I can't order off of it."

I decide to leave her room before my cock starts to join the conversation in my head.

Returning from the hotel lobby with a disappointing assortment of muffins and juice boxes, I set them on the small corner table by the window before alerting Sara that I'm back.

"Honey! Breakfast! Get it while it's..., well, come and get it!"

Sarah immediately walks through the partition doorway to see what I've brought for us to eat. Her hair is already dry and her makeup complete, but other than a pair of slip-on sandals, she's still naked, apparently still struggling with deciding what to wear. It's cool in the room, and her nipples stand out like thick, pink erasers.

"Thanks Daddy! I promise I'll be ready by the time you are! I'm just trying to find something to wear that'll be easy to change in and out of."

"Well your current ensemble, or lack thereof, is certainly one way to go; but mall security might stop us before we make it into any of the stores. I thought I might dress to match your mood for the day, casual or beach bum; but this....this I'm not touching."

"You just keep cracking yourself up Daddy... But seriously, I am thinking I might not wear a bra because I really don't want to keep bothering with it all day. I'm hoping to find a swim suit and some new underwear."

"Well if you're not going to wear one, than neither am I. May I ask if we are still wearing underwear?"

"You really think you're funny, don't you, Daddy? So sad, so pathetically sad...really. But to answer your question, no, I think I'll go commando today. Think you're up to joining me, free-balling it?" she asks, a playful yet challenging look on her face.

"Think I'll keep you guessing on that one, Honey," I reply as I turn for the bathroom and a shower.

The hot, pulsing water feels very relaxing, and I try to think about my wife Jill as I soap up. Sarah keeps coming into my mind unbidden. The similarities, and differences, in their bodies are running through my brain like a perverted photo line-up. While stroking my cock, I imagine her inviting me into the changing rooms today, asking my opinion as she tries on various outfits, letting me feel the fabric and how it fits against her body. In no time at all I'm shooting my load onto the shower wall, still breathing heavily when I finally turn off the water. Stepping out of the tub, I realize that the bathroom door is cracked open just like Sarah's was. I swear I'd shut it completely. I hope she didn't sneak a peek at me like her perverted father did to her. I think I hear soft steps retreating back into the other room; but maybe it's just my imagination or someone out in the hall.

Quickly dressing, and deciding FOR underwear(someone's got to be the adult here), I walk in on her just as she's pulling on a pair of light cotton pants, her beautiful ass cheeks sensuously disappearing from view. Her top is basically a thin-strapped mid-riff tank-top. It expands out over her chest, and then tightens back up just under her ribcage, leaving her flat, tan stomach exposed. The fabric's thin and somewhat sheer, forming around her hard nipples, leaving very little to the imagination.

"That top's a bit too...revealing, isn't it?"

"Is it illegal, or just licentious?" she asks matter-of-factly

"The latter, I suppose. And what, did you swallow a thesaurus?"

"Just taking the opportunity to show you that you aren't wasting your money on my education!" she smirks. Heading for the door, she adds" Oh, by the way, Daddy dear. Way to handle your tool in there," gesturing towards the bathroom, "nothing like a good orgasm to get the day going, right?! Sorry you missed mine; but I was already done by the time you woke up!"

Speechless, but unfortunately less mortified with each passing incident, and more turned on at the same time, I'm excited to spend the day walking around the mall with my sexy little girl, too much so. I really need to watch myself here. Think: father, Father, FATHER!

Grabbing a taxi, we get to the mall just after it opens, and for a weekday morning it's already surprisingly busy. It looks just like every other mall back home, with plenty of stores we both recognize. We decide to start at an upscale department store before hitting up the smaller, louder, trendier stores. Sarah makes a bee-line to the young miss department, carrying an armful of dresses in a matter of minutes. We find the changing rooms, and she tells me not to move while she's trying them all on. After maybe ten minutes, she comes out, naked. I quickly jump up, my eyes bugging out of my head.

"Daddy, can you come in and give me your opinion? I can't decide." Her face is the picture of innocence.

I look around quickly, seeing a few customers also staring at Sarah, most with disapproving frowns on their faces. Luckily, no staff are around to reprimand her. Turning back towards her, I usher her back into the changing room.

"What the Hell, Sarah!?" "You want to get thrown out of here? In Europe, they prefer their clothing optional at the beach, not the mall! I don't know when you turned into such an exhibitionist; but you need to rein it in, at LEAST in public!"

"Sorry Daddy. I think last night's events went to my head," she says apologetically, yet giggling. "I'll try to behave. Now let me show you the outfits."

She changes every few minutes, removing some almost before they settle on her body for one reason or another that she chooses not to share. She lets me get a look at the ones she deems suitable, spinning around to model them before moving on. Watching her constantly dress and disrobe, seeing her tits and pussy continually appear and disappear before my eyes, causes my cock to harden. By the time she finishes, I'm at full mast, tenting my pants, which now have a noticeable wet spot where my pre-cum secreting cockhead is pushing them out. Sara gives my constrained cock an obvious stare, making sure I know that she's noticed, and then turns away, smirking but saying nothing. She walks out of the changing room, leaving me behind to deal with my situation. After several minutes of picturing ugly old men on a nude beach, I'm able to follow her. She's waiting at the register, a single dress in her hands. All of that, for one outfit. Women!

We then stumble upon a surf-type clothing store, and Sarah pulls me away from the men's side so I can escort her through the women's half. I follow my daughter while carrying her bag; and she walks around scooping up an assortment of summer-type outfits. Eventually, we make it to the back of the store where we finally end up in front of the dressing rooms. There are no separate fitting rooms for the guys and girls, the small cubicles covered by loose, sliding curtains that end about 30" above the floor. Apparently they're more interested in preventing theft than preserving their customers' modesty. The attendant's more concerned with his texting than his customer service; and after finally realizing that we're there, he shows Sarah to the first, and most visible, fitting room. He pulls the curtain closed and moves on.

What I'm seeing makes me immediately uncomfortable. Sarah is a petite girl, only standing 5' 4", proportioned with a longer body and shorter legs, what I'd call a swimmer's body. So a curtain hanging 30" off the floor shows her legs right up to within a whisker of her pussy. I can see the crotch of her loose cotton pants easily. Looking around me, I see that my daughter's proportions have not been lost on the other guys waiting outside the changing rooms.

She turns around a couple of times before I see her pants slide to the floor, standing still for a moment before lifting her feet to pull on a pair of shorts. As she steps out, she notices the other guys quickly looking away and grinning. Stepping towards me looking like a model in her matching top and shorts, I know my credit card is in trouble when she nods at me in approval after already deciding to buy the very first thing she tries on. Stepping back in, she fails to close the curtain fully, I'm sure on purpose. Looking around, the guys' eyes are glued to the gap in her curtain.

She continues her fashion show, and makes more than one girl mad when they catch their boyfriends ogling my daughter. There's a three-way mirror standing just outside the changing rooms, and she takes her time looking at herself from every angle before moving to the next outfit. With one more shirt to try on, she steps back into her booth, failing to close the curtain at all. All of us, including one of the girls trying to get her boyfriend to move his ass and redirect his eyes away from my daughter, watch her backside as she removes her clothes, puts them back on their hangers, and then slips the last garment on over her head. Instead of putting her pants back on, she just turns inside the room, and boldly steps out wearing just the shirt and nothing else, her perfect little pussy on display. The guys all look like Christmas came early, and the girlfriend looks both pissed and jealous. Sarah then, teasingly, cocks her hip before sauntering back and closing the curtain. I looked around and the girlfriend is dragging her man away, the other couple of guys finally looking away, probably thanking God their girlfriends were still in their changing rooms. When she finally comes out, her arms are full of 'keepers', and she bats her eyes at me while she waits for an answer.

"Just get what you want," I say in a defeated voice, not even vaguely aware of what the damage might be.

I pull out my credit card and, without looking at the total, scribble my name on the receipt. Sarah hands me the overstuffed bag and I follow her back into the mall.

The next store is much like the last, except that it's strictly for women, and there's an entire wall filled with nothing but swimsuits. Sarah rushes over, pulls off a matching top and bottom, and is already in the dressing rooms before I'm able to catch up. She comes out wearing a white, barely-there translucent bikini.

"I saw this in a magazine and it's totally hot! Can I please, please, pretty please get it?"

"Are you actually gonna wear it?" I ask, alluding to the previous evening's pool attire.

"Of course I'll wear it! I'll even wear it this afternoon at the pool, I promise!"

"OK ", is what I say out loud, but "Only if no one else is around" is what I'm really thinking. I cram another charge receipt into my wallet and we continue on our way.

A few stores down, Sarah finds a Victoria's Secret, and she walks in without any kind of warning ahead of time. I keep my eyes on the floor as I follow her around, not noticing what items she's picking out before heading off to try them on. I stand there alone and uncomfortable, before being approached by one of the young, attractive clerks.

"Are you Dave?" she ask, already certain that I am. I'm the only guy in the place. "Sarah asked if you could join her in her dressing room so she can show you something. Please follow me."

I walk down the row of dressing rooms; and the clerk points out Sarah's before turning to leave. I wait until she's out of my sight to knock on the door, and she peeks out to make sure I'm alone before opening it further. She stands there in a lacey white, totally sheer bra, with matching sheer underwear. Her rock-hard nipples are completely visible through the taught fabric. The skin-tight panties are enveloped in the folds of her pussy, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She raises her arms to lift up her long, dark hair with both hands, and then tilts her head while flashing me her brilliant smile.

"What's with the sudden modesty? You certainly didn't mind who saw you at that surfer shop."

"I don't know. This is just so sexy, I feel more exposed than when I'm naked! It really accentuates my naughty bits," she giggles. Anyway, it's a set, and it's pretty expensive; but I really don't have any nice underwear. I promise I'll do anything you want if I can get these!"

Her sparkling smile then turns into a wicked grin.

I don't know what she has in mind, but it doesn't really matter anyway. "Get two sets", I offer. "One for show and one to go is what I always say!"

She gives me a hug and kiss right there, but I can't appreciate it, wondering if anyone's watching our less than familial spectacle. I leave the dressing rooms and take my place back in the store, but I don't feel at ease until Sarah returns to join me. I'm determined not to make eye contact with the staff while we check out. As we make our way back through the mall, I'm relieved to hear Sara suggest that we cut our shopping trip short and go swim for a couple of hours while the sun's still shining over the pool. I agree, and point the way back to the taxi stand.

Walking out of the mall and towards the taxi stand, I'm startled by the sound of a revved engine and the screech of tires off to my left. Looking for the source, I watch a deep blue Mercedes S600 tearing its way up to the end of the taxi queue, slamming on the brakes, and stopping just inches short of the beater taxi mini-van in front of it. The door opens and a gorgeous Greek beauty stands up out of the car. She's got deep olive skin, tons of almost black hair, and a chest that reminds me of Jill. What's really intriguing is her outfit: short shorts, a faded Captain America T-shirt that's straining to contain her ample, obviously unrestrained breasts, and a black chauffeur's cap, which she is still trying to get seated on her head with one hand as she waves at us with the other.

"Need a ride?!" she yells, a huge smile on her face.

I stare back, confused, but grab Sarah's arm and lead her towards the odd woman, curious.

She sees my face, frowns, and then pops back into the car and pulls down the passenger side visor. As I get closer, I can see a livery license affixed to the visor.

"I take it you're for hire?" I inquire.

"Yes, Sir. And a much nicer ride than any of these others," she smirks and quickly lowers her face for a moment, apparently enjoying her own inside joke.

It is a very nice ride, so why not? I've already spent a ton on clothes for Sarah. What's the cost of a limo ride after that?

"Pop the trunk. I've got some bags to stash," I request.She pops the trunk and comes around to help me make room for our purchases. The trunk is already pretty full of bags from the stores we just patronized plus several more.

"Are you working or shopping?"

"I WAS shopping. Now I'm working," she replies with a smile as she continues to shuffle bags around the trunk, leaning well in and giving me an extraordinary view of her ass. "I saw you guys coming out and heading for the taxi line...and you looked like fun, nice people. So I came right over."

I don't know how to respond to that. She finishes making room for me and I stow our bags. She closes the trunk while I get in back with Sarah.

Once she's in the car, she adjusts the mirror so she can see us.

"So, where to?"

"The Electra Palace, please. But one moment...I'm trying to understand. You weren't working, but saw us, something ABOUT us tickled your fancy, and you decided to go to work??"

"Pretty much. I don't do this for the money so much as to meet people. I'm definitely a people person.

"Huh. Well, thank you. I'm glad we're so...approachable."

"So, the Electra Palace, no problem," she says as she puts the big Benz into gear.

"Wait! Can we make one quick stop before going back to the hotel, Daddy? I forgot to pack something back at home in your rush to get back to the airport," she explains, almost accusatorily.

"Sure, Honey. What did you forget and where do we need to go to find it?" I reply amiably, in no real rush to be anywhere. Women shop, right? What's one more store gonna hurt? Plus, now we've got this really nice ride to get around town in.

"Now Daddy, before I tell you what I need to pick up, I need you to agree that for rest of this conversation, we're just two adults, not father and daughter. Can you agree to that?"

"Now I'm not sure I want to know what you need to pick up," I reply, stalling, surprised after everything that's happened since dinner yesterday that there could be anything more inappropriate that would prompt her to ask for this change in...perspective, I guess. "But I'm sure I'll be fine with it. After all, it's just a replacement for something you already own, yes?"

"Great, and yes, DAVE" she agrees, sounding relieved.

"Dave, is it!?"

"Like I said, just two adults talking here, not father-daughter."

"Okay, got it, just two adults. So what is it you forgot?"

"I forgot my vibrator and need a replacement. I REALLY miss it."

I'm yet again rendered speechless by my dear daughter. Looking over at her, my mouth gapes open. My head snaps forward to see if the driver heard Sarah's request. She stares back at me in the rearview mirror, a smirk on her attractive face. She definitely heard.

"You look like a sad little fish, Daddy, I mean Dave!" Sarah laughs.

"Is this something else your mother purchased for you and didn't tell me about?"

"Yes actually, back when I was sophomore in high school. She got sick of me using hers and not putting it back in her nightstand. 'Course, I wore that one out ages ago. I'm on my third."

"Jesus God!" I think. I didn't even know Jill had a vibrator. The revelation shouldn't shock me, I suppose. My wife is a very sexual woman. But it does. It just never occurred to me; and I definitely never even imagined that Sarah might have one.

"You really can't just wait until we get home in a couple of weeks? Take care of it, umm, yourself for a few days? Didn't the pool cool your fire last night? You seemed pretty relaxed afterwards."

Sarah looks at me intently, considering something. I can tell.

"Are we still just two adults talking here?"

"Sure, I guess," I reply hesitantly.

"Well, in that case...Mark stopped by the pool last night to check on me."

"Who's Mark?"

"The front desk guy? The Marine?" she responds as if I'm clueless.

"Oh, him. And?"

"Well, he fucked the shit outta me, and THAT'S what 'cooled' my fire."

"HE WHAT?! I'll kill the bastard!"

"Now calm down...DAVE. Remember, we're two adults talking here. You agreed. I just told you that the woman you're on vacation with got her needs met, not that your daughter got her brains fucked out," she says calmly, but with an obvious smirk. "Besides, I initiated it. I asked him to fuck me. As a matter of fact, I told him that you'd sent me down there to cool off, and that he'd be doing YOU a big favor by fucking me until I was satiated...or words to that effect."

By this point, our driver has lost all pretense of being oblivious to our conversation. She's laughing her ass off in the front seat, her substantial, unrestrained chest bouncing up and down and smacking the steering column as she doubles over in laughter.

"OH.MY.GOD...Okay, TMI, Sarah," my head about to explode. "I'm going to stop asking questions and we'll just go get your...replacement. Uhh, driver, do you know the location of a store where my daughter here can purchase a vibrator?"

My face feels like it's neon pink right now. Not surprisingly, the driver knows just where to go.

"I know just the place, trust me!" she replies, pulling away from the curb with another smirk on her face. "Simple Pleasures, it's called. Can't get much simpler than the need to get off!" she giggles.

Sarah thinks that's hilarious and joins in the laughter. I, however, fail to see the humor.

"I'm Marilyn, by the way," she informs us as she turns out of the parking lot and guns the engine. The car practically LEAPS down the road.

"Marilyn? Doesn't sound very Greek," Sarah muses aloud.

"My dad is a big Marilyn Monroe fan. He grew up watching her old movies with his dad. And besides, I've certainly got the TITS to go with the name!" she laughs.

"Man, has she gotten comfortable with her fair," I'm thinking. "How far to this store?" I ask.

"Not far. Only a few more blocks."

"So we'll be there in the next 10 seconds or so, the way you're driving, huh?"

Marilyn laughs.

"Am I scaring you?"

No. Should I be?"

"Na. I drive like this all the time. Not one accident, or ticket."

"Your English is excellent. You even use American slang. Have you been to the States?

"I went to University over there. Stanford, in California. My English is probably better than my Greek. Daddy wanted me to be a worldly woman, which meant to him knowing the international language of business. Even in my own home, we only spoke Greek when we were young and learning it, or when friends and relatives were over. Otherwise it's always English, at least when Daddy's around. My mom and I speak Greek around the house when he's not there. Of course with my friends I speak Greek."

"Well, I'm impressed...And you say you regularly drive like this and have never been pulled over?!"

"Now I didn't say that. I've been pulled over plenty. Just never gotten a ticket."

"And how have you managed that?"

Pulling down her sun visor and opening the vanity mirror, she replies "these babies have gotten me out of more tickets than I care to keep track of," as she lets go of the wheel for a moment and hefts her breasts with both hands.

"They are impressive!" Sarah agrees. "They look pretty close in size to my mom's. What are they? Double Ds?"

"Why, yes! You've a good eye for sizing!"

"Well I know what I like, and I likes 'em big!" she retorts, breaking out once again in laughter.

"I got my mom's tits and my dad's tight ass. A winning combination, wouldn't you say?"

"I would," replies Sarah. "I got my mom's "alabaster", as my dad describes it, skin, and my dad's hair and eyes. My tits are pretty much my own. Smaller than Mom's with more petite nipples...I did get her pouty pussy, though!"

I have no words, and that's just fine with me. I want no part of THIS conversation. Luckily, a few seconds later we're pulling up at the...establishment. Marilyn parks the car, shuts off the engine, and turns in her seat to face us. Her nipples are engorged, poking out of her flimsy t-shirt. This conversation isn't just tickling her funny bone, apparently it's revving HER engine!

"So Daddy, if you HAD to choose, which do you prefer? My size titties?" she asks as she pulls up her shirt, flashing me and Marilyn, "...or Mom's?"

"Yea...DADDY." Marilyn chimes in. "Sarah's, or MOM's!" she asks as she raises her own t-shirt, flashing her magnificent, heavily tanned orbs. Her breasts are round and full, with impossibly dark areolas and thick nipples.

"Jesus Christ! What kind of chauffeur ARE you?" I cry, as I quickly try to adjust my growing erection.

"One who's excellent at reading her customers," she grins, still holding her shirt up. "Do you really think, with a body like this, that all I do is drive a taxi? What a waste that would be. I'm more of a full service personal assistant. If a ride is all you need, that's cool. But whether it's tour guide, shopping assistant, dinner companion, or weekend fuck toy, I'm your girl!

Marilyn gives her left nipple a pinch and roll, a huge smirk on her face.

"Wow, those are nice titties you've got there!" Sarah enthuses, reaching over the seat and tweaking Marilyn's other nipple.

"Oh, that's it! I can't deal with this. You two are obviously getting along, too well. So how about you gals go in and find a suitable replacement for what Sarah left at home; and I'll stay out here, working on lowering my blood pressure before I have an aneurism.

Looking over the seat, Marilyn blatantly stares at my crotch.

"I don't think you're in any danger of an aneurism. I'm surprised there's any blood getting to your brain at all. Looks to me like it's all down in your dick! Damn, that's nice. You know, I once picked up a Saudi prince as a fair. By the time I got him to his hotel, we were such great 'friends', that I spent the rest of the week in his penthouse suite being his ass bitch. Man, that guy liked fucking ass. I took the next week off to recover, I was so sore; but it was a good sore, you know? I love a good ass fuck. I also loved the €500,000 he handed me in a Louis Vuitton bag on my way out the door!"

Sarah looks like she's having a seizure, she's shaking so hard with laughter.

I'm thinking I really MIGHT have that aneurism any moment now.

Marilyn:

"Okay, girlfriend," I grin. "Let's give your old man a little rest. We can have some fun without him!"

As Sarah starts to open the door, I stop her.

"Hold on. I'll be around in a sec. Remember, I'm FULL service!"

Reaching her door, I open it and usher her out. Offering her my arm, she takes it with a grin; and we walk into my favorite sex shop. I know the name, "Simple Pleasures", sound innocent enough, like something you'd find in American suburbia; but this joint is a full-on sex WORLD. They have everything you need to get off. I LOVE it!

"So, is that your personal car, or do you just work for the owner?" Sarah asks as we get inside.

"Well, it's my personal WORK car, I guess. But I've got another for just driving around on weekends and such.

"OH? What kind, if I may ask?"

"Honey, you can ask me ANYTHING. I really like you...AND your dad! It's a Lamborghini Huracan Spyder. My dad bought me the Benz. I bought the Lambo with my Prince money," I chuckle as we continue walking through the store.

"How old are you? You seem very sure of yourself, like my mom, but you don't look too much older than me."

"