Max Sharkey
Daddy_s slave
CHAPTER ONE
Mr. Travis tugged off his trousers, stroked his big, flaccid prick and stepped into his daughter's bedroom.
Stepping to the side of Gloria's bed, he was burdened with strong pangs of guilt and horrid shame. But Ben Travis was beside himself with unfulfilled lust and sexual anxiety. He had been after the luscious cunt of his daughter ever since her mother had passed away. That was only two years ago, but Travis had not forgotten his beautiful wife. What made matters worse was that Gloria looked just like her mother, only a much younger version of the blonde beauty that Travis had married.
Gloria was indeed a blossoming beauty. Although she was still a teenager, her body was lusty and curvy – and all of her curves were in the right places. Her pert, ripe tits were quite well developed for a girl of her tender years. Moreover, Gloria possessed a gorgeous set of crimson nipples which stuck up and poke provocatively out of the thin cotton blouses that she liked to wear. Her finely tapered waist led to a perfect pair of creamy taut asscheeks and long, lithe legs. Gloria's body was, in a word – perfect. So was her face. She had the most lovely, big blue eyes that Travis had ever seen. A wide, kissable mouth that always wore a broad smile. Cute, turned-up nose. Small cars, hidden by long, straight blonde tresses.
If Central Casting were to order up a lovely, young, exuberant, fun-loving cheerleader-type who lived and breathed youthful beauty, wholesomeness and vitality, Gloria Travis would be it.
Travis had awakened in a cold sweat, with a raging hard-on. He had been dreaming about his lovely daughter, dreaming that he was fucking her, ramming his hard prick into her blonde-haired pussy. Fucking her furiously the way he used to fuck her beautiful, sexy mother. Taking his daughter's precious virginity, popping her cherry.
Travis knew that his daughter was still a virgin. He didn't even allow her to date – much to her dismay.
He had taken a cold shower, and his hard cock had softened under the streaming water. He had tried desperately to take his mind off of his lovely daughter, who was sleeping soundly in her bed. But it was impossible – Travis couldn't control himself. He just wanted to look at his sleeping daughter and maybe stroke his prick a little bit. At least that's what he kept telling himself as he stepped to her bedside, his cock in his hairy fist, and looked down at his daughter.
Carefully, he stroked her long blonde hair, pushing it away from her angelic face. He could hear her breathing lightly. The sound seemed to turn him on, to get some primeval sense stirring within his cock – which was fast becoming big and hard. Unable to resist the temptation, he tugged the blanket from her shoulders and pulled it down to the foot of the bed. She stirred a bit, but kept right on sleeping.
Travis' heart skipped a beat as he stared, his eyes, transfixed, at his daughter's ripe tits. Even when she was sleeping, her tits stood upright, the crimson nipples pointed and facing the ceiling. His eyes traveled down her thin waist and lit on Gloria's enticing pussy. Pretty soft curly hair covered her cunt, pretty blonde cunt hair that held his complete attention. Travis had always harbored a serious fetish for blonde hair, especially blonde cunthair. His prick began throb and quiver as he glared at Gloria's pussy.