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The story you are about to read is a complete work of fiction. None of the events depicted here actually happened. Any similarity to any actual person, place, or event is entirely coincidental.DADDY’S LITTLE LEELEEChapter 3: A close callLeelee and I swore to each other that nobody would ever find out about our “special” relationship. We had too much to lose, there was too much at stake, if anyone were to find out that my daughter and I had become much more than just father and daughter. I’d lose my job, lose my wife, lose my freedom (incest is illegal, after all), and she would become an outcast. When you look at all the horrible things that could happen, it’s easy to say “well then stop doing it, dumbass.”Easier said than done.Weighing up against all the negatives was one huge positive: Leelee and I were magic together. That’s the only way to describe it. I’d cast aside my doubts and dived headfirst into this incredible relationship with a beautiful, desirable young woman, who just so happened to be my daughter. I loved her more than any other person in the world, and she returned my love just as fiercely. People spend their whole lives searching for love like that. And besides…she was gorgeous, smoking hot, and pure dynamite in the sack. What more could any man ask for?Our relationship moved to a whole new level as we began exploring it. When we’d go out for our Daddy and Daughter days, we’d make it a point to travel farther and farther away from home so we could go around as a couple. We held hands whenever we could, which was about the only outward expression of our love that we could afford ourselves; even in today’s world, where people with nothing better to do keep a sharp eye out for things that offend them, it’s still acceptable istanbul travesti for a father and daughter to hold hands.Leelee began to get more and more daring. One weekend, when we went to see a movie together, she purposely picked some clunker of a film that was about three seconds from being pulled from theaters for terrible ticket sales. I asked why she wanted to see such a shitty movie, but she just smiled. Turned out, she wanted a movie with very few people seeing it so she could pull out my cock and suck me off in the back of the theater while my fingers worked her pussy until she came.Another weekend, I was in my study, working on some project I’d brought home from work and not having a very good time doing it. I hated working on the weekend and I was in a fould mood when Leelee came in to see me. She knocked on the door and leaned in, her smile lighting up the room and instantly brightening my mood. “Hi Daddy!” she said cheerfully.”Hey, sweetheart. Come to cheer up your old man?””Of course,” she said brightly. She strutted across the floor and came around behind the desk, wrapping her arms around me to hug me from behind. I leaned back and reached one arm up to return the hug. She rested her chin on my shoulder and said “You work too hard. Your shoulders are so tense.””Yeah, it’s this stupid report. The President of the school wants it done by Monday and I just didn’t have time to finish it this week.” It was true; I’d been dealing with a parade of students in and out of my office all week, some of them coming to complain about professors, some with questions about this or that, and a select few to find out why there hadn’t been any special office visits lately – I’ll admit it, as an administrator on istanbul travestileri a university campus, I’d met a lot of extremely attractive and sexy young coeds, and I’d taken advantage of the opportunity to get a few of them bent over my desk. But since I’d begun my affair with Leelee I’d stopped sampling the student body, and a few of my favorites had been rather disappointed about that.”Aw, my Daddy is so stressed out and overworked,” Leelee purred in my ear. “Betcha I can make it all better.”I loved it when she teased me with her kittenish little voice. My cock instantly started to get hard.She massaged my shoulders, and I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure as the tension started to dissipate. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, pillowing it on her massive breasts. Amazing things, my daughter’s tits. Double Ds, full and round and perfect, perched high on her chest and jutting out proudly with the tautness of youth. She giggled.”You always find a way to touch those,” she teased.”Yeah well there’s a reason for that,” I said with a smile.She leaned down and kissed me, her lips playing softly over mine. Her hands slowly slid down my chest, to the bulge in my crotch.”Ooooooh,” she said playfully. “What do we have here?”I looked into her eyes and responded equally playfully, “I don’t know, why don’t you get down there and find out?”Her eyes flashed with desire and she smiled her mischievous sex-kitten smile at me. She came around to the front of the chair, leaned in, and kissed me softly while her hands started undoing my zipper. She reached into my pants and pulled out my growing erection.”Mmmmm,” she purred. “So this is what you’re hiding. I like it.”Without hesitation she slid to her knees, travesti dragging her voluptuous breasts down the length of my body, and engulfed my cock with her mouth. She wrapped one little hand around the base of my shaft and stroked softly as her lips played over my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. She looked up at me with eagerness in her beautiful eyes, and I was overcome with desire for my goddess of a daughter.Then we heard the front door open and close.”Shit!” I bit out between clenched teeth when I heard my wife call my name. She’d been out shopping. “Honey, get up from there, fast!”She smiled around a mouthful of cock and shook her head ‘no.’ She backed up slowly into the spacious opening beneath my desk – I like a lot of legroom – and pulled my chair along with her. I was aghast at my daughter’s brazenness, but I’d run out of time to protest. My wife was coming down the hallway, calling my name.”In…in the office, hon,” I called out.My wife came in through the door, looking a lot more relaxed than I felt at the moment. “Still working on that report?” she asked as she slipped out of her coat. It was fall and the air had turned a little chilly.”Almost finished,” I said. Beneath the desk, I felt Leelee’s hands on my thighs, rubbing back and forth. My cock was still in her mouth and she was being still at the moment. That is, until I started to lose my erection.My baby girl wasn’t having any of that.My wife commented on how unreasonable my bosses were being and then started going on about the sales she’d shopped, the bargains she’d found, and this cute little black dress that would look amazing on Kimmie (I am the only one she lets call her Leelee). The whole time my wife is talking about how stunning our daughter would look in this sexy black dress, that daughter was curled under my desk, her tongue slowly working her daddy’s cock back to hardness. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as the conversation turned to our neighbor’s barbecue the next day while our daughter gave me a slow, sensual blowjob.
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