Daddy’s Captive

“Her father’s lips had met Kassandra’s own in a brief moment of bliss that had perhaps lingered too long!”

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Until now, Kassandra’s always been daddy’s perfect little girl. Somehow managing to keep her virginal innocence while ignoring her secret sexual fantasies, Daddy’s now legal little girl desires only to lose her virginity to the depraved man who raised her. Can Scott overcome his unrelenting arousal, or will Kassandra find herself in a world of BDSM romance and incestuous sexual pleasure?

Excerpt

Downstairs in the living room, Kassandra found herself quite relaxed in her childhood home. Alone with Scott Kassandra found she felt like a teenager living at home with her father again. Jumping onto the rundown couch, Kassandra giggled with delight. “Hey Dad, why have you never replaced this old thing?” Unaware that his daughter had resorted to jumping on the furniture Scott took his time finding something to drink in the kitchen. Settling on the half empty bottle of pineapple orange juice, Scott poured two glasses before heading back into the living room. From the doorway, Scott caught a glimpse of his daughter bouncing on top of his couch cushions. No longer having to teach Kassandra not to jump on the furniture Scott found the sight amusing if not sexually arousing.

Sitting down in the chair across from the couch, Scott watched his daughter’s incessant girlish jumping. The sight of Kassandra’s nicely rounded breasts continuously bouncing in against the t-shirt she wore only highlighted how Scott’s daughter was no longer little. Amused if not outright enamored with Kassandra’s childish ways Scott risked prompting an end to Kassandra’s movements. “If you keep bouncing on the couch I’ll sure as hell never get rid of the thing.” Giggling with delight at her father’s comment, Kassandra came to a sudden halt. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. It’s been a long time since I could do that.” Shaking his head, while handing his daughter a glass of the orange juice Scott noticed his daughter’s body coming to rest one leg folded over the other.

Taking a sip of her drink, Kassandra was met with a sweeter taste to her orange juice than expected. “Pineapple? Since when did you drink this?” Unaware that his daughter hadn’t realized the impact she’d had on him long term, Scott enjoyed the naivety of his daughter’s question. “Since I was forced to drink it for over eighteen years?” Curling her lips into a smirk over the rim of her glass, Kassandra tried to keep from giggling too much. “You really remember everything.” Kassandra’s comment could have been taken sarcastically, but Scott knew better than that. “I particularly remember just how sweet you are.” Suddenly feeling her face flushed Kassandra realized she had nowhere to hide from her father’s sexually explicit remarks. “You taste really good too you know.”

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About Lily Weidner

An author with an interest in all things taboo, Lily Weidner combines both personal experience and unique interests to write her erotic stories. Captivated by her work, she enjoys writing stories that explore and challenge the depths of human nature.
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