Daughter Cassie Hole

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The car drove off and he knew that this was the time. He called down and had the estate closed, the staff sent off and the house cordoned off. He went to the den and prepared himself in the master bathroom. After showering and dressing he pulled the doors closed and subdued the lighting; the huge room bathed in a low but clear light. His wife was due gone for two weeks, her family expecting to pick her up at the airport in four hours, the need a jumble of legal paperwork and other responsibilities that required her there. There was no reason that he come with her, their daughter Cassie, had to stay in school and it was his chore to see that she was kept to her routine. 

He had no possible reason to see she didn’t. Since she had turned sixteen, he had all the reason to see she adhered to her father’s guidance. Cassie had in fact made it clear that she wanted nothing more or less than having it stay that way. Kelly had always made a point of working and carrying on her career even after she had hooked Michael, the CEO of a prosperous software company. After their marriage and the birth of Cassie, she had started a small business that had blossomed and she had little time to raise her, depending on Michael’s free time and the staff to look after her. It worked to Michael’s advantage, that and his perversions. 

It started slowly, Michael spending time alone in the afternoons with Cassie as she grew and watching as she became a wholesome, somewhat lonely girl/child, as she craved attention that her mother was not there to give. She loved her Daddy and his playful exuberant nature, drawing her to him and having her watch movies on the couch or swim in the pool with her as she tanned herself outside. The shy way he caressed her and her firm ripening body and commented about how beautiful she was, had an effect and she loved the way he fawned over her, kissing her neck and stroking her firm curves as he listened to her day after day, telling him what she loved and wanted and hoped for and needed. He always warmed to her, allowing her free reign, letting her grow so naturally into the taut tight teen that she was, her tits filling out and capped with large aureoles and her lips fuller and succulent and moist as she trapeze through the house, upstairs where her father worked in his den, pausing in the doorway in her thin panties and top and watching him on the phone and so proud of him as she felt stirrings in her thighs and deeper in, in her developing moist lips and nipples. 

They grew hard as he lay with her watching an afternoon movie, his fingers squeezing and enveloping her nipples through her thin top, his fingers certain to ease down and clutch her swelled lips through her panties, moist and parting as his breath caressed her neck and in her hair, his hand groping her ass as she snuggled up closer, wanting to prolong the exquisite feelings she had as he caressed her. She moaned silently and her eyes ached to stay open as he used her body so lovingly and fully. Cassie parted her legs while she watched the screen, wanting to give him full access and her hands molded to his and forced his fingers to continue all the while saying nothing, just allowing the motions to acknowledge the need between them, aching to want more, achingly knowing as she lay there, and looking down, seeing his strong thick fingertips bring her so much intense pleasure as they fluidly moved over her stretched out lips and swollen clit, her fingers actually pulling over her panties so that they wouldn’t get in the way, her father’s murmurs in her ear a reassuring nod to what she knew that she wanted and had to have.

It began on a Tuesday after she had left for work. Daddy was asleep, having flown back in from a conference in Dallas. Mommy had come in and kissed her awake as she left and told her that she would be in late but that Daddy was going to be up later and that she could get breakfast from the early staff before they left. She had raced down and ate quickly and watched the staff leave before she returned up to her bed. From her window she could see the entire area and saw as her Mom’s car was missing and the usual staff had taken off. It would be at least two days before the crew came back in to help with the chores, meals and all. She bounded out and went past her Daddy’s sleeping area to her Mom’s salon. She knew that the door in here was bolted and she locked herself in. She sat at the vanity table and looked into the mirror and as she did, she washed her tender young face and knew what she had to do.

Stripping off her pajamas and cotton panties she stepped in the shower and washed her petite taut firm body, her hands raking her tits, pussy and caressing between her ass cheeks. She wanted herself to be completely clean, her hand especially rubbing between her cunt folds, her parted lips so tight that they barely opened as she worked to clean them, again and again squeezing them open to run her fingers over her clit and into her open hole, the pinkness peeking open and closing. She dried off and sat in front of the mirror, seeing the perfume and moistures splayed out as she did her nails first, a soft pink shell hue, her eyes in a pale whisper of white, he lips in a glossed coral. She then brushed out her hair and applied a scent of fragrance along her neck to her tits. She rubbed a moisturizer along her thighs and along the swollen leaking part of her pussy. She spread out her legs and looked at her self in the mirror. She looked like a fragile doll, a wet sheen to her skin and a glossed reflection swept over her face. She rose then and looked at the clock, an hour had passed, and crossed to the open drawers. She immediately found what she wanted, Mommy’s silk, things that felt creamy on her fingers and were so thin and wisps of wrap. She found the smallest pair of white panties she could, and ran them along her face, over her neck, down across her hardening nipples and further, deep into her cunt slit; the sensation of the material causing her to shiver as she felt it up into her clit, rubbing it there. She flushed as she pulled them on, over her hips, high up into her cunt slit, her bald lips spread open on either side as she snuggled them up tight and causing her to thrust into them and sway against the delicious feeling. She then pulled a pair of translucent stockings out, her legs caressing them as she drew them up, stretching them so the tops enveloped her thighs and the bows hung in the back, making her pubescent thighs look even more taut, firm and inviting as they encompassed her silk packed hole, her wetness already seeping out. She crossed to the closet and looking inside she pulled a pair of thin stilettos that were strapless and pink and fit her arch close enough so that she could stand in them, her back arched and her pussy thrust forward, her ass pert and pumped as she admired herself in the mirror. She loved the way she looked, the nastiness of her becoming Daddy’s’ play thing, her becoming his thing. That was what she knew she wanted, had ached to be as she laid alongside him all those times, wanted to have him kiss and use her completely, have him allow her to use him with her tight young body, her flushed wetness, had practically begged him to shove into her, break her open and take her. She knew that was what he wanted as much as her. Now she was preparing her self to be his gift, show him that she was ready for the next step, wanted her loving Daddy to see she could be the woman for him, the woman he wanted. She took the dress down and laid it out. It was a minuscule top on Mommy but it would be perfect on her, she thought as she shrugged it on. The thin white top barely reached mid thigh on her and she pulled it up so that her silky panties bulged below the hem and her budding tits showed slightly on the side. She looked in the mirror at the vanity and tugged out her nipples so they showed clearly. She then applied an extra brush of eyeliner so that her lashes were pronounced and her clear green eyes shone out. She brushed her locks of black hair back and was amazed; she looked like a 20 year old Lolita, a perfect specimen for her Daddy, a dream that her father could not longer resist. She unlocked the door and walked down the hall, her heart beating fast and the throb of her cunt whispering in her ear like her father’s moaning echoes that so thrilled her. She softly opened his door and saw as he slept, sprawled across the bed, his chest heaving up evenly, and his arm languishing over the side of the mattress, his warm breath undulating in the air. She silently closed the door behind her and shut the lock. Cassie went to the side of the bed and looked down on him, her bunched up panties stretched up her moist cunt lips and his body so restful. She sat in the dressing chair next to the bed, afraid to touch him. She looked at him so afraid yet so quivering with his scent and power and remembering his knuckles and fingertips as they rubbed her clit and how she ached to have him finger fuck her tight hole, how she yearned so much to have him do more as he groped her tits, kissed her neck and once, even ran his tongue over her lips and tongue. She gathered the edge of the blanket and eased it up, hoping, wanting, and wishing. She eased the comforter back, so wanting that he would be naked, that she would know what that hard shaft looked like, the stalk that had pushed hard against her ass cheeks as he moved on her, those nights she lay letting him freely use her willing body.