All These Roadworks note: The following story by Nel Symington is just one of six stories of erotica family fantasy collected in Nel’s new book Incest Inn: Book Two. If you like what you read, make sure to pick up a copy (link) or click here to view Nel’s whole catalogue (link).
(CW: incest (father-daughter)).
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Emma Bustmore shuffled through the notes that her sister had left for her.
“I doubt it’s this complicated Lily,” Emma muttered to herself.
It was rare that anybody but Lillian Bustmore was behind the front desk of the Home Nest Inn, but the one exception was when she got to visit with her father.
It was Emma’s first time covering for Lillian and it had been a very slow day so far. She hadn’t even bothered looking at the notes until she got too bored to do anything else.
“These don’t even make any sense,” she muttered.
Then the large double doors at the front of the vast lobby opened and Emma’s face shot up so fast that her blonde ponytail flipped on top of head for a moment.
“Oh thank god,” she said. She stood up straight to look professional although doing so also forced a hefty amount of cleavage to push out of the top of her baby blue tube dress.
“Hello?” called the man who had just walked in. He was of medium height and stocky with nearly buzzed brown hair and stunning grey eyes.
“Yoo-hoo! Over here!” Emma called. She raised her lithe arm up high and waved with enthusiasm. The man’s attention was quickly grabbed. Even at a distance, he could tell that she was a complete babe.
Emma smiled at him the entire time that he walked up the long thick carpet and although the man felt awkward, he couldn’t help but stare right back at her.
From his point of view, he was having a hard time determining if the young woman was closer to college-aged or his own age and even as he got closer he couldn’t really tell.
“Hi! What’s your name?” Emma asked.
“Oh,” the man responded. “I thought I already gave it on the phone.”
“That musta been my sister,” Emma said. “She usually works here, I’m just filling in.”
“O-oh,” the man said. He looked like he was normally a tough, no-nonsense sort of man, but clearly he was nervous inside of the large old hotel. “Well I was told that this experience would be very private and discreet.”
“Oh you don’t have to worry about that. It all stays in the family here,” Emma said with a big smile. “So c’mon, tell me about yourself!”
“Well,” The man said and shuffled a bit. He snuck a quick peek at Emma’s plentiful cleavage. “I’m Russel Thompson. I work in insurance.”
“Not that boring stuff, silly!” Said Emma. “Why are you here?”
“So you… you know what happens here?” Russel asked.
“I work here, don’t I?” Emma said.
“And you don’t think I’m disgusting?” he asked.
“Wanna know why my sister isn’t working today?” Emma replied. “It takes a lot. Lillian loves her job here. None of us understand why, but she does. She’s not here because today it’s her turn to spend time with Daddy. That’s the one thing that can take her away from this job. Right now she’s probably cuddled up to him somewhere, her elegant hand wrapped around his thick powerful dick in her long attempt to earn a treat from him.”
Russel’s eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped wide open at Emma’s words. He didn’t know if he believed the pretty young woman, but the story was enough for him to feel more comfortable.
“I guess I can trust you then,” Russel said. “I… I have this fantasy. I have two daughters. They’re very different in both looks and personality. I… I want them to…”
Russel trailed off. The woman on the phone hadn’t asked him to detail his fantasy and he realized that this was the first time he would going to say it out loud.
“I want them to compete,” he said.
“Like, at sports or something?” Emma asked.
“No,” Russel said. He could feel his cheeks hot. He was worried that this was all some sort of trap, but he had come this far and he knew that there was no turning back now. “I want them to compete for the chance to marry me.”
“Oh that’s so cute!” Emma cooed. She clapped and jumped up and down and Russel couldn’t help but look down at her jiggly boobs as they bounced around her chest. “I love that! You’re going to have such a good time here!”
“So, um, how does it work?” Russel asked. Emma stared back at him.
“Oh… I guess that’s what all these notes are for,” Emma said sheepishly. She looked back down at the papers and started shuffling through them frantically.
“There! There’s my name!” Russel said and stabbed at the paper with his finger.
“Oh! Thanks!” Emma said with a bright smile. “Right you are! Russel Thompson. Room 222!”
Russel smiled in relief and looked at Emma expectantly. Emma just stared back at him.
“Do I… get a key or something?” He asked.
“Oh! Probably! I’m so sorry! Just gimme a second!”
Emma disappeared behind the desk and Russel couldn’t help but feel himself grow hard at the beautiful young woman’s ditzy behaviour.
“You remind me of my daughter Lana,” Russel called out over the desk. “She’s really cute and absent-minded just like you.”
Emma popped back up with a big smile on her face.
“Does she have nice big titties like me too?” Emma asked and shook her generous chest for the man.
“W-well no. That’s more like my other daughter Lizzy. She’s a lot more quiet and reserved.”
“Well it sounds like you love them very much!” Emma said and then disappeared behind the desk again. She continued to talk, however, her voice now slightly muffled. “I bet you’re real excited to have them fight over your cock!”
“I still can’t believe that you don’t think I’m gross,” Russel blushed deeply.
“I think it’s such a hot idea! If Daddy didn’t have such a strict schedule, I’m sure me and my sisters would be doing the exact same thing,” Emma said, popping up again, but this time with a regular-looking house key with a “222” label tied to it.
“R-right,” replied Russel. He couldn’t help but take another look at the beautiful woman’s petite busty form.
“What is it?” Emma asked with a grin. “Wanna go for a warm-up round?”
Russel was tempted, but he had come here for a very particular reason.
“That’s very flattering,” he said. “But I think I need to get into the room. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
“Of course,” Emma said, completely unfazed. She handed the key over to Russel. “Have the best time!”
Russel rushed up the stairs to the second floor. He didn’t feel like he could wait for the elevator. He shoved the key in the door to Room 222 and his sweaty hands fumbled with the lock. His rush was ironically making him take longer, but he wasn’t thinking straight. The moment he finally got the door open and walked inside, it was like he was walking into the condo he shared with his two daughters. Aged 21 and 23 respectively, Lana and Lizzy shared very little in common. People often doubted if they were sisters, but after a secret paranoid DNA test Russel had ordered years ago, there was no doubt that his ex-wife and he were the parents of both young women.
Lana was like Russel had described, sweet and absent-minded. She was 5’4 and very skinny with long blonde hair that she loved to leave loose and cascading down her back. She had big round blue eyes and a little button nose. She was always full of energy and put anybody who met her in a good mood.
The only thing Lizzy seemed to share with her sister was her height. Lizzy was about an inch shorter but had slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length messy black hair and hazel eyes. Lizzy’s features were rounder and gave her a cherub-like appearance despite her eyes and hair. She was a much curvier young woman than her younger sister and carried around an enormous pair of heavy bouncing tits that Russel snuck leering looks at whenever he could.
“I’m home, girls!” Russel boomed as he always did when he returned home from work. Both girls weren’t in school and didn’t have jobs and they each were trying to “find themselves”. Russel didn’t really buy it, but he had more than enough money to support them. He had recently realized that part of the reason why he was so comfortable with supporting a pair of deadbeats had to do with the reason why he had come to the Home Nest Inn. In the real world, he could never actually tell his daughters the reason he liked having them home so much, but here he could come right out and announce it.
“Hi Daddy!” Lana said brightly. She jumped up off the sofa and stood up at attention. Normally Russel would have use his peripheral vision to look at Lana’s perky braless bug-bite tits poking out from her semi-see-through white sheer blouse, but he didn’t hold back now. He drank in the view of Lana’s skinny little body as she bounced on the balls of her feet and held her hands behind her back. Her smooth legs spilled out from her tiny jean shorts and Russel couldn’t help but start to get hard just from looking at his daughter.
“How’s it going?” Lizzy added. Her shy eyes only flicked up to her father but all it took was her voice to draw Russel’s attention away from Lana and down to her older sister who was still sitting on the sofa.
Russel grunted at loud at the sight of her. Lizzy was wearing a black zip-up sweater that was only done up half way. Russel didn’t know if she would even be able to zip it up all the way because of how huge her creamy young tits were. They bulged out from her dark purple tank top and Russel savoured the opportunity to finally openly leer at her.
Russel marveled at the way her bust expanded just from her breathing, at how the huge shelf of titflesh gave the impression of being on display just for him, two submissive beacons begging him to claim her.
Russel finally tore his eyes away from Lizzy’s huge tits and looked into her eyes before landing back on Lana’s eager expression.
“I’ve got exciting news,” Russel said. He could feel his cock grow hard in anticipation of what he was about to say. “I love you both so much, but I think I’ve figured out why you both want to stay home with me.”
“I told you, Daddy! I’m gunna be a streamer!” Lana said. “It takes time!”
“Same with my graphic design,” Lizzy added, looking at the TV as she talked. “It’s a long process to build a brand.”
Russel knew that while those things were technically true, Lana hadn’t streamed more than twice in the last month and Lizzy’s efforts only slightly exceeded her sister’s.
“Don’t worry, girls. I’m not getting on your case about that,” Russel said with a smile. “I’m talking about the real reason.”
The middle-aged man grinned and looked back and forth between his beautiful daughters who looked at each other nervously.
“What are you talking about, Daddy?” Lana asked.
“I’m talking about how you girls wish you were married to me,” Russel said.
Lizzy gasped and looked directly at her father.
“H-how did you know?” she asked.
“Lizzy!” Lana said. “Don’t tell!”
“Well he clearly already knows,” Lizzy replied. She folded her arms and looked back at the TV with flushed cheeks.
“So I was thinking. I love you both so much, but I can only marry one of you. So I’m holding a contest. You both do everything you can to prove to me that you’d make the better wife. I’ll decide by dinner tomorrow.”
“That’s so fast!” Lana said.
Russel took a look down at Lizzy but she was still looking at the TV with no expression. Lana tugged at his arm.
“But that just means that I should get started,” the perky blonde said. “C’mon!”
Lana grabbed Russel’s wrist and pulled him down the hall.
“Where are you taking me, Princess?” Russel asked. Of course, he already had an idea. This was the reason he had come to the Home Nest Inn after all. He could feel his cock straining against his pants.
“I wanna show you how good of a wife I’d be to you, Daddy,” Lana said. She hopped in front of him and grabbed his other hand and skipped backwards toward the master bedroom with a big smile on her face.
Russel’s mind had still been on how nonplussed Lizzy’s reaction had been to the contest, but Lana’s enthusiasm was winning him over. He didn’t resist at all as she pulled him into his own room.
The moment they got inside, Lana started to undress. She pulled at her fancy blouse and as Russel suspected, the younger of his two daughters wasn’t wearing a bra.
“You like my tiny little titties, Daddy?” Lana giggled. She bounced on her heels and her little AA cups jiggled as much as they could. Russel was and always had been a boob man, but Lana’s enthusiasm and confidence was infectious and he did love how eager and youthful her naked little top half was.
“I do, Princess,” Russel said. “Now I assume you know that every good wife is an excellent cocksucker. Do you feel confident enough to suck Daddy’s cock?”
Russel reached out and pinched at Lana’s stiff nipples. The perky blonde gasped like a porn star and ramped up her bouncing.
“Every time I ever gave a blowjob, I pretended it was you, Daddy,” Lana said. “I’ve been practicing for so long.”
Russel didn’t know if he believed his daughter, but he didn’t care. He just smiled at her eager face and then placed his large hand down on the top of her hand and pushed until she was on her knees.
“Show me,” he said.
Lana responded by expertly disrobing her father’s bottom half and leaning forward to suck his cock head into her mouth.
“Mmm!” Lana moaned with her mouth full of Daddy dick.
“Oh shit, that’s a good girl,” Russel responded. He didn’t know whether to tilt his head back in pleasure or to look down at Lana as she worked. He settled on doing one after the other and soon he was treated to the sight of his slutty blonde daughter going to town on his cock.
“Mmm! MMpphh! Tasthy!” Lana praised, talking around Russel’s cock as she bobbed her face up and down.
“I haven’t had a blowjob this good since college! You must really love Daddy’s dick!” Russel said. Just as he was about to ask her to cup his balls at the same time, she lifted one of her soft hands and did just that.
Lana made quick little slurping bobs on the first few inches of his cock over and over but every once in a while she took a deep dive, pushing her pretty face down almost the full length of her father’s cock. She would hold it there for a moment, letting out little horny muffled whimpers until she released and returned to her frantic short-depth bobs.
“Oh sweetie, this is amazing, but Daddy needs to test out your little pussy if you’re going to apply to be my wife,” Russel said. He couldn’t believe how quickly Lana had almost brought him to orgasm and he pulled at her beautiful blonde hair to tug her off his dick.
“Mmm, Daddy! Your dick is delicious!” Lana said. She popped her mouth off her father’s cock immediately and bounced up onto her feet again in no time, giving the illusion that she was nearly weightless. She turned around and opened a container of mints that Russel kept on his dresser and popped two into her mouth.
“Now get on the bed,” she continued. “I wanna ride that big monster of yours!”
Russel grinned and hopped on his bed. He glanced over at his door and realized that he was hoping to catch Lizzy spying on them but he saw nobody. His heart sank a little. Did she even care about the contest?
“Daddy! I’m over here!” Lana giggled. Russel looked back to his naked daughter and admired her skinny body as she hopped on the bed and crawled over to straddle him.
“You sure are, princess. Are you sure my cock will even fit in that tiny little pussy of yours?” he asked.
“Unnhhh,” Lana moaned. “Daddy, if you say stuff like that, I’m gunna cum before I even sit on your dick!”
Russel sat there and let his beautiful blonde daughter do all the work. He leered as she wiggled up his body and positioned her shaved little pussy over top of his pulsing cock. Russel had gone on a few dates a year after his wife had left him and he had his fair share of sex, but his heart was never in it. Now that Lana’s eager young body was teasing him with her wet folds, he felt lust that he hadn’t in decades.
“C’mon, babygirl,” Russel grunted. “Ride Daddy’s dick.”
“Okay, Daddy!” Lana giggled. Then she began to push herself down.
She sank smoothly, only slowing down to dramatize the sensation of Russel’s full cockhead popping into her hot tunnel. The blonde babe tossed her head back and pushed her fingers through her hair.
“That’s it, sweetie. All the way down,” Russel said.
“It’s so big, Daddy! It’s so big! Is it gunna fit?” Lana teased despite the fact that she was pushing herself down steadily without resistance.
“Oh fuck, baby, I might not even last one pump. You have the tightest little pussy Daddy could hope for!” Russel said.
“Don’t, Daddy! I wanna ride you properly! Hold it in, Daddy! Hold in your big hot load for me!”
Lana’s dirty talk didn’t make it easy, but Russel was able to stick through it anyway. He dug his fingers into his sheets as Lana finally sat all the way down so that he was hilt deep inside his daughter.
“T-there you go, Princess. Good girl. How’s Daddy’s cock feel inside you, baby?”
“Oh it feels perfect, Daddy! It’s so much bigger an’ feels so much better than I ever imagined!”
Then Lana put her hands down on Russel’s chest and began to rotate her hips in small circles.
“Mmm, Daddy, you like that?” she moaned and Russel only nodded and grunted his approval.
“I love being a good little slut for you, Daddy,” Lana continued. “When you marry me and I’m lucky enough to be your little daughter wife, I’ll do this every time you ask. I’ll wake you up with my horny little pussy, Daddy. I’ll be the perfect wife until our daughter is old enough for you to marry and then she’ll be your perfect little wife!”
“Oh shit, babygirl,” Russel said. He always pictured Lana as the one who would have the dirty mouth, but even he hadn’t imagined her saying such perverted things. He reached forward and gripped her hips and lifted her halfway up his dick.
“Ooo! Daddy!” Lana yelped in delight. She groaned and her eyes rolled back as her father slammed her all the way back down his cock.
“Take it! What a slut you are for your Daddy! What a good slutty girl!” Russel roared.
“Yes! That’s it, Daddy! Pound my little pussy!” Lana cried out. She pushed her hands harder into Russel’s chest and pumped her crotch up and down to re-take control of the movements. Russel felt no need to stop her and just allowed himself to soak in the sensations of his beautiful skinny blonde daughter riding him in his bed.
“You must want Daddy’s cum real badly, huh?” Russel moaned. He had to stop himself from closing his eyes from pleasure because of how badly he wanted to take in the erotic taboo view.
“Yes, Daddy, yes! I want your cum! I want it so bad inside of me! Every night I picture you filling my hot wet incest pussy with your big horny load! Please, Daddy! Please cum in your babygirl!”
Lana’s tiny pussy, her slutty little voice, and her filthy words were all too much for her perverted father and he did as she requested: pumped her with rope after rope of his thick Daddy cum.
“YEESSSSSSS!!” he cried out. He reached out again and once again took control of Lana’s hips. This time he held her down, giving the impression that the force of his orgasm would blast her off his dick if he wasn’t doing something about it.
“Daaadddyyyyyy!” Lana cried back. She bucked against him, milking him for all he was worth.
When Russel finally shot out his last drop, Lana leaned forward and gave her father a tender kiss.
“You jus’ go to sleep, Daddy. I’ll clean you off,” Lana whispered. Russel was more than happy to comply and he fell asleep just as he felt his 21-year-old daughter take his dick gently into her obedient mouth.
*****
“Morning, Daddy,” a soft voice rang in Russel’s mind.
For a moment he forgot everything. He forgot that he had come to the Home Nest Inn and that his younger daughter had practically jumped him when she heard about the marriage contest. He had forgotten how well she had bounced on his cock with her eager little body and how hard he had cum inside of her.
“Lana?” Russel asked. His eyes were still closed.
“No, Daddy…”
Russel’s eyes popped open. He gawked at the sight of his older daughter Lizzy in a tiny French maid outfit. He had never seen his sullen dark-haired daughter in anything nearly as revealing and his cock immediately began to stiffen.
“I’m sorry, sweetie! I was still half asleep!” Russel said.
“I can go get her if you want, Daddy. I just made you breakfast in bed, that’s all,” Lizzy said. Russel couldn’t believe how hard he was. Lizzy rarely called him “Daddy” even when she was younger and to hear the word come out of her mouth while she was dressed in such a slutty outfit made him crazy with lust. He couldn’t take his eyes off her gigantic tits that wobbled and jiggled with every tiny movement she made.
“No, Lizzy, no! I wasn’t thinking! Please, come here. That looks delicious!”
“I think your wife should do more than just be a slut, Daddy,” Lizzy said and brought the tray forward to Russel. He had to admit that the breakfast looked robust and delicious. Chocolate chip pancakes and a fruit smoothie headlined the tray with a little bowl of cereal and juice in the back if he wanted them.
“Well you’ve certainly made me happy with all of this, sweetie,” Russel said. Then his eyes drifted back to Lizzy’s abundant cleavage. “And you’ve certainly made me happy by putting those on display too.”
“It’s kinda hard to hide them,” Lizzy said shyly.
“Well let’s see even more of them, baby,” Russel said, greed dripping from his voice. “Maybe I want some milk to start off my breakfast.”
Russel had fantasized about groping and sucking Lizzy’s tits for years and to see them so prominently on display in front of him was driving him wild.
“I don’t want the pancakes to get cold, Daddy. Why don’t you eat first?” Lizzy replied.
Russel felt a surge of anger. This was supposed to be a contest to see who he would marry. How could Lizzy – his favourite if he was honest with himself – deny him her body with her very first time alone with him?
“Well why don’t you suck my dick while I eat then, you busty little whore?” Russel snapped back.
“I… I have to go clean up the kitchen,” Lizzy said. “I left quite a mess. I’m sorry, Daddy. I hope you enjoy the breakfast!”
Then Lizzy rushed out of the room. Russel was as confused as he was furious. Lizzy had woken him up looking like a wet dream and then had squandered it all so quickly. He suddenly didn’t feel hungry. He put the tray on his bedside table and was just able to start to jerk off when Lana walked in.
“Is everything okay, Daddy?” The little blonde beauty asked. Russel’s eyes glimmered to see his youngest in a little pink bikini. She swayed her hips as she walked and was completely oozing with sex.
“Oh everything’s going to be,” Russel said. He jumped out of bed and pulled Lana toward back towards it and bent her over.
Lana let out an excited and surprised scream as her father took complete control.
“Daddy! You’re like an animal!” she squealed.
“Shut up, slut!” Russel roared and practically ripped her bikini bottoms off her body. He lined up the stiff throbbing erection that his other daughter had given him and he plunged it deep into Lana’s wet willing hole.
“Ohhh, Daddyyy! Yes! I love it when you treat me like your little whore!” Lana purred. Russel had to admit that his daughter felt incredible around his cock. She had just fucked him to sleep, but it was like he was fucking her for the first time. He pulled out to his tip and slammed back inside again.
“That’s because that’s all you are! You’re Daddy’s horny little slut! Just a hole for Daddy to fuck when he’s hard!” Russel cried. He knew he might be saying things that were a little mean, but he was frustrated and disappointed in Lizzy’s behaviour and Lana seemed to be loving it anyway.
“Yes! Yes, Daddy! Spank me! Spank me for being a stupid little slut!” Lana cried out.
Russel grunted and happily obliged. He was really pounding her from behind and so he struck her right ass cheek with his right hand. It gave a loud satisfying sound.
“Take it! Take Daddy’s cock and take Daddy’s punishment!” Russel yelled.
“Yes! Yes, Daddy! Spank me! Spank me and fuck me! Your wife should be a slut, Daddy! You deserve the best sluttiest wife ever!” Lana cried out.
Russel agreed that his wife should be slutty, but he was irritated at how obvious Lana was being. It all just seemed like a show to him. He fucked her harder, letting out his frustrations on his daughter’s hot wet cunt.
“You’re so desperate for your own father’s cum, that you don’t care how slutty you look or act, is that right, Lana?” Russel asked. He spanked her again and then gripped her ass as leverage to fuck her even harder.
“Yes, Daddy! That’s right! I’ll do anything for you, Daddy! I’d ride your cock in public if you asked! I’m such a good little slutty daughter wife, I wouldn’t care! Nothing is more important than my husband! Nothing is more important than my own dad’s cock!”
Russel didn’t care if it was an act anymore. Lana was the daughter who was willing to be a slut for him. She was the one willing to give him what he wanted when he wanted it. Lizzy was really going to have to make up a lot to be able to come back from this.
“YES! YES! TAKE DADDY’S CUM, LANA! TAKE DADDY’S CUM AGAIN!!!”
Russel didn’t hold himself all the way inside this time. He fucked Lana’s tiny pussy all the way through his frantic orgasm. His jizz sprayed all over the skinny blonde’s insides as he pumped even after he was done cumming. He fucked her until his cock was too limp to continue and when he finally slipped out of her hole he pushed her aside and fell down on his bed.
“Get out, Lana. Daddy needs to be alone,” Russel grunted.
He looked up and saw the brief but noticeable disappointment on Lana’s face turn into a practised smile.
“Of course, Daddy. Anything for my future husband.”
Then she trotted out of his room, still wearing her bikini top. Russel admired the stream of cum running down her leg before he flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.
He would give Lizzy one more chance. We would make his decision tonight after dinner and he would stay in his room and allow Lizzy the chance to apologize and make up for how cold and prudish she was to him. He hadn’t even been able to touch one of her enormous soft globes. How could she even begin to think she would be worthy of his hand in marriage?
*****
Russel stayed in his room the entire day. He watched TV and napped and ate his breakfast after it got cold and even jerked off twice. He had to tell Lana to leave multiple times when she came in to seduce him. Russel knew that Lana would be a good slut and make him cum. She had made her case. He wanted to be fair to his dark-haired older daughter and give her one more chance, but she never came.
By the time Russel got a text from her saying that dinner was ready, he was feeling cold and angry. He would eat dinner and then announce that he was going to marry Lana. She would make a fine wife and he wouldn’t have any more use for Lizzy.
Russel wore nothing but boxers when he left his room and his mood lightened a little when he smelled an incredible array of flavours wafting from the kitchen.
“Welcome, Daddy,” Lana said and stepped into his view. She was wearing a cute pink strapless dress that looked a little bit more like a prom dress than a dinner dress. Still, she had clearly worn it for him and Russel had to appreciate the effort, especially if he was going to marry her.
When Russel walked into the kitchen he gasped at the view. Not only was the spread incredible – a roast and mashed potatoes and gravy, beautifully laid out with wine and place settings – but Lizzy was in a stunning black dress. Her dark hair was all up in an elaborate up-do and to Russel it looked like she was about to walk the red carpet. Although her enormous breasts were on full display, for once Russel’s eyes weren’t glued to Lizzy’s chest.
“I’m so glad you came, Daddy. I thought you might be too angry at me to eat,” she said.
Russel had to admit that he did still feel angry despite how impressed he was with the meal and with Lizzy’s outfit.
“Lizzy, I…” Russel started but Lizzy stepped forward with big desperate eyes and cut him off.
“-I just think that there’s more to being a good wife than being a slut, Daddy! I want to make you meals and take care of you when you’re sick and make sure you’re relaxed and happy after you come home from work!”
“Why can’t you be that AND a slut, baby?” Russel blurted out. Tears filled Lizzy’s eyes.
“Because… Because I’ll never be as good as Lana!” Lizzy said. She turned her face away in embarrassment. “I heard you two – how could I not?! – and the way she talked and how excited you got… I could never live up to that, Daddy! I’m awkward and quiet and I could never make you cum like Lana does. I’m not worthy to be your wife.”
Russel’s heart melted at Lizzy’s words and he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. His mind hadn’t been on her huge tits, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt to have them squished so tightly against him.
“Lizzy, sweetie. I don’t want you to be like Lana. I want you to be like you. I was just mad because I thought you didn’t want me. I thought you only wanted to be a wife with cooking and not in the bedroom,” Russel said.
“No, Daddy! I so badly wanted to show you how I could make you feel good too, but Lana got in there so fast and acted so slutty. I just… I just got so intimidated.”
“That makes me feel a million times better, sweetie,” Russel said. He loosened up his grip on the hug and reached down to feel his daughter’s huge breast over her dress. She didn’t stop him. In fact, she adjusted to allow his hand easier access. Even over her dress, Russel was blown away by how massive and soft Lizzy’s chest was.
“So it’s not too late, Daddy? I… I could still try to make you feel good?” Lizzy said softly.
“Of course it’s not too late, babygirl. You just be you, okay? Don’t try to be like Lana. Try to be like you,” Russel said.
“Oh Daddy,” Lizzy said. She sunk to her knees easier than Russel would have ever thought possible in her fancy dress and before he knew it, she had pulled down his boxers and was looking up at him. “Daddy, I can’t tell you how much it turns me on to see you staring at my huge boobies all day. My nipples get so hard just thinking about how you might be picturing naughty things with me.”
Russel’s cock immediately stiffened at Lizzy’s words.
“Take them out, Lizzy,” Russel muttered.
“Don’t ruin it, Daddy,” Lizzy said in a coy voice as she reached up and began to pull down at her dress. Russel’s eyes locked on with intense focus as the material went down and down for seemingly forever until finally Lizzy’s stiff plump nipples bounced free into his view.
“Oh fuck, Lizzy. How do you have such massive perfect titties for Daddy?” Russel groaned.
“I dunno, Daddy,” Lizzy said with an uncharacteristic giggle. “But I’m glad I do.”
Then the black-haired beauty lifted her enormous pair up and let them swallow her father’s cock between them. Even Russel’s thick long length became completely lost inside her seemingly endless cleavage.
“Oh Daddy, I can’t believe I’m actually about to tittyfuck you,” Lizzy breathed.
Before Russel could reply, Lana walked into his view with her fists on her hips.
“Hey! Weren’t we going to eat dinner?” she complained.
“Shh, sweetie. Daddy’s fucking a massive pair of his daughter’s creamy titties right now,” Russel said. Lizzy let out another adorable giggle and then went to work. She pushed her warm soft breasts together and began to pump them up and down, showing off impressive upper body strength and control to be able to fuck Russel’s cock so well with her tits.
“Ohhh, Daddy, my big titties are so sensitive, I can feel every inch of your big dick between them. It feels so good! It feels so good!” Lizzy cried out.
Russel couldn’t even answer. It felt better to have his dick serviced by Lizzy’s tits than it had felt either time he had fucked Lana’s pussy. He looked down at the incredible sight of Lizzy’s ocean of cleavage bouncing and pumping up and down his length.
“This is perfect, Lizzy. You’re perfect,” he breathed down to his 23-year-old daughter as she smoothly serviced him. Russel could see Lana fold her arms in the background, but he didn’t care. Lizzy did love him after all and she did want to be his wife. It was all such a relief.
“Unh! Unh! I never thought it could feel so good to do this, Daddy,” Lizzy panted.
“I’m going to creampie your titties, sweetie! Daddy’s going to cum in your tits!”
“You’re so silly, Daddy!” Lizzy giggled again, but then she let out a little gasp. “No, wait! Don’t yet! If this is my only chance, I want to at least be able to taste you!”
Then Lizzy dropped her massive rack and Russel grunted at the loss of pressure and sudden cool air on his cock, but the sensation didn’t last long before Lizzy had plunged her pretty face onto her father’s cock to give him a blowjob.
“Oh SHIT! Oh yes, sweetie! Daddy LOVES blowjobs!” Russel shouted.
Lizzy had already been bobbing her head and swirling her tongue with enthusiasm, but at her father’s praise she doubled her efforts. Russel couldn’t believe how she remained so in control with how fast she moved and with how hard she was sucking.
“Oh listen to that slutty sound, Lana! Listen to how slutty your big sister sounds sucking on her Daddy’s dick!” Russel said. He smiled right at Lana’s pouting face. They both knew what was happening. This was what Lana had been trying to do, distract Russel from seeing that Lizzy was the perfect match for him. Lana would be eager and put on the perfect show, but Lizzy was the daughter who was meant to be Russel’s caring and slutty wife.
“Daddy can’t wait to fuck your pussy, sweetie, but for now, you’re going to have to drink Daddy’s load,” Russel commanded. He placed his hands behind Lizzy’s head and pushed. She smoothly slid down Russel’s shaft, opening her throat to allow him to enter and the moment her nose started to fill with her father’s pubes, Russel began to cum.
His orgasm wasn’t as showy and Russel didn’t yell and scream as much as he had with Lana, but the sensations were far more intense. It felt like his cock might come right off as he blasted his gigantic load deep deep down Lizzy’s throat and into her stomach.
“That’s it, baby,” Russel groaned softly. “That’s it, babygirl. Drink Daddy’s cum. Drink Daddy’s cum like a good little daughter wife. You were meant for this, weren’t you? You were meant to take care of Daddy.”
Russel looked forward and grinned into Lana’s upset face before looking down to Lizzy’s blissful expression. Lana may have known all the right things to do and say, but Lizzy was truly in love with Russel’s cock and it showed.
“Did you like your treat, sweetie?” Russel said gently as he helped Lizzy’s face off his cock.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Lizzy said. Her eyes were a little bloodshot and her nose was running slightly, but it all just added to the impression of her complete devotion to him.
“You’re the one I’m going to marry, Lizzy,” Russel said. “It was always you.”
Then, just as Russel leaned down to kiss his daughter, he found himself outside Room 222.
*****
Russel sighed. He had known the whole time that he was inside the Home Nest Inn, but it had just felt so real. It had felt so natural and right despite the fact that he knew his daughters didn’t actually feel that way. He made his way back out into the lobby.
“Oh hey! Did ya have fun?” Emma said with a bright smile.
“Oh yeah. Lots,” Russel said with a sideways grin. Then he paused. “Am… am I really fucked up?”
“I guess,” Emma said with a shrug. “But who isn’t? You came here to live out your fantasies, so isn’t that a good thing?”
“But what about you? You said that you… you’re actually… well… sexual with your father?” Russel asked. He felt so strange tip-toeing around the subject after the experience he had just had.
“It’s different for everybody. Lillian tells me that people mostly come here when it just wouldn’t work out in real life,” Emma said.
“Right. I guess so,” said Russel. “What do I owe you?”
“Oh! Um, well…” Emma said. She looked down and began scrambling through her notes again. “It’s gotta be in here somewhere!”
Russel watched as the cute young woman panicked in front of him. Finally she stood back up and handed him a paper.
“It’s actually something for you!” She said.
Russel looked down. It was a listing for an apartment he had looked at right after his divorce. It was for a small bachelor apartment because at that time, he believed his ex-wife would get his kids.
“Right,” he said.
“Have a nice day! I hope all your dreams come true!” Emma said with a wave.
Russel took a glance at her big shaking tits and then turned to walk out of the hotel.
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