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The Temptress Daughter

Emma was always a precocious girl. Blessed with a curvy figure at a young age, she knew just how to use her body to get what she wanted from men. Her mother had long ago abandoned the family, leaving Emma’s father, Tom, to raise her alone. Tom was a good man, working hard to keep the house afloat while also giving Emma all the attention and care a father could offer.

But Emma grew restless. Living in a small town, she craved excitement. Secretly, she had begun to develop feelings for Tom, her own father. The way he looked at her, how he cared for her, it stirred something deep inside. She wanted him to notice her as more than just his little girl.

It all began one hot summer day. Emma, now 19, lay sprawled on the couch in a skimpy tank top and short shorts. Absentmindedly, she played with the hem of her top, revealing more and more of her tanned midriff. Tom, coming through the living room, paused in the doorway upon seeing his daughter’s provocative display. Emma caught his eye, her lips curling into a coy smile.

The way her father’s eyes lingered on her bare skin, drinking in every exposed inch… it made something clench low in Emma’s belly. Feeling emboldened, she sat up slowly, the neck of her top dipping to reveal pale, rounded flesh.

“I’m so hot today, Dad,” she complained, fanning herself. “Don’t you have any AC?”

Tom swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away. “Sorry honey, the old unit finally kicked. I’ve got an appointment to get it serviced later this week.”

Emma pouted, sliding off the couch. “A whole week? How will I survive?” She stepped closer to Tom, trailing a finger up his chest. “I bet you could think of a way to cool me off, couldn’t you Daddy?”

Tom’s breath caught at the intimate tone. He grasped her wrist, gently but firmly moving her hand away. “Emma, come on now,” he chided gently. “That’s not appropriate. You’re my daughter.”

Emma tilted her head, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Does it make it more inappropriate if I tell you how much I’ve always wanted you? How many nights I’ve laid awake touching myself, wishing it was your hands on my body?” Her other hand pulled at the hem of her shorts, inching them lower. “Is that what gets you hard, Daddy? Knowing how bad I want you?”

Tom groaned under his breath, his boxers growing tighter by the second. The way she called him Daddy, full of desperate need… he felt dizzy with lust. “Emma,” he warned. “Stop this. It’s wrong.”

But Emma was already dropping to her knees, deft fingers unfastening his zipper. “Nothing about this feels wrong,” she murmured, freeing his hard cock. “It feels so right.” Without further preamble, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the shaft, glancing up at him with wicked blue eyes.

Tom threw his head back as a shudder of pleasure ripped through him. Her mouth was hot and wet as she took him in, inch by inch, guiding him deeper with her hand. He tangled his fingers in her dark hair, fighting the urge to thrust into the tight heat of her throat.

Emma’s own arousal flooded between her legs as she serviced her father. She loved tasting his forbidden flesh, loved knowing she could make him feel this good. Pulling back, she licked her lips, a strand of saliva connecting them. “Fuck my mouth Daddy,” she moaned. “Use me, fuck my tight little throat!”

With a growl, Tom gripped her head in both hands and began pumping his hips, driving his cock into her eager mouth. He fucked her hard and fast, watching her take every inch. Her eyes watered but she never faltered,Suppressing the urge to gag as he drove deeper.

She pulled back just as he neared his climax, stroking him rapidfire. “I want you to come on my tits, Daddy,” she begged. “Mark me, claim me as yours!”

Rutting himself in her pillowy mass of cleavage, Tom threw his head back and groaned long and loud as he erupted, painting Emma’s breasts with his seed. She took every drop, mewling with pleasure as his hot essence soaked into her skin.

Collapsing back on the couch, Tom struggled to catch his breath. What had he done? He’d just debased his own daughter. The thought sent a thrill through him even as shame and guilt warred in his chest.

Emma curled up against his side, nuzzling his neck. “That was amazing,” she praised. “I knew you’d be so good to me.” Her hand slid down and cupped him through his pants. “Let me show you what else I can do, Daddy…”

From there, it quickly progressed to the bedroom. Tom lost himself in his young lover, worshipping her soft body with his mouth and hands. He kissed a trail down her stomach to the juncture between her legs, probing her dripping slit. She was so tight, so wet and ripe for him to pluck like a succulent fruit. Pushing his tongue inside her, he ate her out with fervor, savoring the sweet musky taste of her arousal.

Emma came apart against his lips, sobbing his name. No sooner had she caught her breath than she was climbing atop him, sinking down on his rigid shaft. They both moaned loudly as she claimed him, gripping his shoulders and riding him hard and fast.

Later, after they had both found release and fallen asleep sated in each other’s arms, Emma would examine her father’s seed marking her skin. A wicked smile would cross her lips. Now she had him, utterly. He would never be able to resist her youthful charms or deny the carnal urges she stirred in him with such ease.

And she would relish every moment of their forbidden union, knowing they would forever be bound by flesh and blood…and the most irresistible of sins.