Sara was at her wit's end. She had tried everything but her father was still oblivious to her
desires. Skimpy bikinis, short skirts or skintight yoga pants, nothing seemed to work. His
eyes never lustfully strayed to her body. At first, she felt as if she were invisible, then later it
dawned on her that he didn't even notice her existence unless she spoke to him directly or
was standing in front of him doing chores.

Every day, Sara struggled to suppress her thoughts about her father and every night, they
returned to haunt her. Now that her breasts had started to develop and her hair had grown
longer, she found herself wanting her father's attention. Sometimes, she even caught herself
looking down at her crotch as she imagined the pleasure her father would give her there. And
if that wasn't enough to fuel her fantasies, she also looked forward to their occasional weekly
meetings where she'd get to spend some time alone with him.

The house where her father lived had a lot of storage spaces for things, so it was easy for Sara
to snoop around while her father was away and find the key to his briefcase. After discreetly
reading through some old case files, Sara realized that her father hadn't won a single case for
quite a long time now. And not surprisingly, those files contained a number of divorce cases.
That information served only to confirm what she already knew: her father was a very
unhappy man.

And because he was a busy attorney, he often spent long hours at work. He rarely came home
before 10 pm and when he did, he spent most of his free time playing computer games on the
internet or watching television. When he wasn't at work, Sara could usually catch him
playing poker online with other men. Sara could understand why he liked it so much since it
gave him the chance to interact with people without having to deal with any emotions
whatsoever. But the downside was that he seldom talked to her anymore. On rare occasions,
he'd try to be playful with her, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his inner unhappiness and
soon, he became preoccupied with something else. There was a time when her father had
been happy and successful, but he seemed to have lost all hope.

As soon as she got home from school one afternoon, Sara went straight into the bedroom to
change clothes. While she was changing, she decided to take a quick shower and see how her
father was doing. The smell of her freshly shampooed hair wafted through the bathroom as
she passed by the mirror. Sara quickly grabbed a towel from the rack and ran out into the hall.
Her feet pounded across the floor, anxious to reach the study room where her father always
spent most of his time. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. To her surprise, her
father was seated behind his desk working on some papers. He looked up and smiled briefly.
It was the first smile she had seen on her father's face for months. She took a deep breath and
walked over to stand beside him.

He turned his head towards her and whispered, "Hi honey." Sara wanted to say something,
but couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. All she managed to mutter was, "How are
you?" He stared at her with an unreadable expression. Sara cleared her throat. "Dad…um…"
she hesitated again, searching for words that wouldn't embarrass either of them. She took a
deep breath. "I just want you to know that I love you," she said.

Her father looked away, unable to meet her gaze. A few moments later, he nodded slightly
and turned back to the papers in front of him. Sara stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do
next. Finally, she asked, "Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like me to make you
a cup of tea?" Her father sighed deeply and replied, "That would be great, thank you."
Sara poured two cups of tea and handed one to her father. She sat down across from him and
waited patiently for him to speak. He took a sip of his tea and swallowed the hot liquid. After
staring blankly at the wall in silence for a moment, he finally said, "Sara, I'm sorry. I don't
mean to ignore you, it's just that…" he trailed off, his voice trailing off. Sara was growing
impatient. This was becoming embarrassing. Her father had always told her to wait until he
was ready to talk about whatever it was she needed to discuss. So she did just that, waiting
silently for him to continue. He fidgeted with the pages in front of him and then reached for
his glass of water. He gulped down half of it and swallowed hard before speaking.

"I just don't know how to tell you this. It's really difficult for me to talk about…" He sighed
again. Sara felt her heart beating fast. He stared into space for a few seconds, as if he were
searching for the right words. Sara wondered if she should interrupt him, but she remained
silent, listening carefully.

"What I am trying to say is…" He paused and began to run his fingers through his hair
nervously. "It's just that…" He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to say the words he had
rehearsed over and over in his mind for the past month. But no matter how hard he tried, he
could never summon the courage to say them aloud.

Finally, after several agonizing minutes, he opened his eyes again and said, "Look, I know we
haven't been getting along well lately, and I'm sorry for that. But…but it's because…" He
closed his eyes again. After a minute or so, he continued. "I've been feeling lonely lately, and
it's not your fault. You've been a wonderful daughter. Your mom would be proud of you."
He paused again, this time with a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "I'm really going
through a rough patch right now, and I need some help. I think…" he trailed off again. "Can
we talk about something else?" He sounded desperate. "There must be something we can talk
about that doesn't involve my personal problems."

Sara was confused. What was wrong with talking about her father's problems? Didn't she
deserve to know what was bothering him? Why was he avoiding the subject so much? Did he
really think that Sara didn't care about his feelings? Was he afraid that she might abandon
him? Her anger flared and her eyes flashed with rage. "So I should pretend that I don't care
that you're miserable?!" She snapped.

"Do you want me to go live with my aunt so that I won't bother you anymore?" Tears filled
Sara's eyes as she watched her father's shoulders sag under the weight of his own sorrow. She
realized that he was crying and quickly jumped to her feet, reaching for a tissue from the box
on the table. She held it gently against his cheek. He tried to hold back his tears, but he could
feel the warmth of his daughter's hand through the soft cotton of the tissue and it broke his
resolve. He sobbed quietly as Sara held onto him. She could feel the tension leaving his body
and heard the sound of his muffled sobs echoing throughout the room. It was a while before
he was able to stop crying.

When he finished, Sara released her grip on his arm and wiped the tears from his cheeks.
Then she leaned closer and hugged him. Their faces were inches apart and their noses
touched lightly. She could feel his warm breath caressing her face and her heartbeat
accelerated. Suddenly, Sara felt her mouth start to tingle. She swallowed nervously and took a
step backwards, trying to regain control of her senses. Her eyes wandered around the room.
Everything seemed strange and unfamiliar. It was as if she had entered a new world that
existed solely for her. She could see nothing else except her father. She desperately wanted to
kiss him, to taste his lips and touch his soft skin. She began to tremble with excitement and
fear. What would happen if she made a move? Would her father reject her again? How could
she make sure that he wouldn't turn her away this time? If she kissed him now, there was a
good chance that he would respond, and that thought excited her even more.

A bead of sweat rolled down Sara's neck as she slowly moved towards her father. Then she
gently rested her hands on his shoulders. She took a deep breath and tilted her head forward
slightly, gently brushing her lips against his. Just as she was about to move her lips further
down his chin, he turned his head and placed his hand on top of hers. Sara froze in shock,
unsure of what to do next.

Her father was looking at her expectantly. Sara shook her head slightly, hoping that her
actions weren't too bold. Her father lowered his head, smiling softly. Then, tentatively, he
brought his lips to hers. It was such a small gesture that it took Sara by surprise. She
instinctively tried to pull away, but her father held her firmly in place. His lips moved against
hers as he gently explored the contours of her mouth with his tongue. Sara gasped loudly and
closed her eyes. It felt so good. It felt like pure heaven. For the first time in weeks, Sara felt a
sense of relief. It had been such a long time since she had felt loved. She felt her father's arms
wrap around her waist and suddenly, she found herself wanting more.

Their mouths met again, and this time, they stayed connected for longer. They both moaned
softly as their tongues entwined together. Sara felt her knees grow weak as her father pulled
her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his
chest. Her body trembled uncontrollably and she felt a rush of heat coursing through her
body. For a moment, everything faded away. There was only her father, his lips, his hands,
his cock. And she was helpless to resist him. She couldn't bring herself to stop him as he
gently slid his hands underneath her blouse and started to massage her breasts. She was
moaning louder now, letting him know that she wanted him.

Slowly, he lowered her arms and continued to explore her body with his hands. Sara leaned
back against the chair, opening her legs slightly. With one swift movement, he slipped off his
pants and threw them aside. Sara nearly fell over as she stared at his massive erection. It was
throbbing with anticipation. Sara's mouth went dry as she traced her finger over its length.
Suddenly, her father stopped kissing her and looked up into her eyes. His voice was soft and
gentle as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now." Sara was stunned. She wasn't prepared
for this. There was still so much she wanted to say, but the words failed to form in her mind.
She barely had time to react when her father reached for her blouse and undid the buttons.
His fingers brushed her bare flesh as he reached for the clasp of her bra. Sara's pulse raced
faster as her body started to shake with anticipation. She fought the urge to scream as he
removed the offending garment. The moment his lips came in contact with her nipple, Sara
moaned with pleasure. As he suckled her breast, she couldn't keep her hands from wandering
over his muscled torso. Finally, Sara freed her father's erect cock from the confines of his
pants.

It felt so big and hard against her fingertips. The moment she wrapped her hand around his
shaft, her father moaned softly. Sara knew exactly what he wanted, and immediately
positioned her mouth over his dick. She licked her lips and let out a loud moan as she felt the
tip of his cock press against her tonsils.

She used her tongue to tease the underside of his shaft. She flicked it over his sensitive head
and sucked the large vein running down the side of his penis. Sara sucked harder and faster,
revelling in the way his cock grew bigger and harder in her mouth. Every time she gave his
balls a gentle squeeze, his cock swelled inside her mouth.

With one final lick, she felt her father shudder and he groaned loudly as he came in her
mouth. Sara eagerly swallowed all of his cum. Her pussy twitched in delight at the taste of
her father's semen. When he finished, Sara relaxed her throat muscles and opened her mouth
wide, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. Then she ran her tongue over her lips and smiled
at her father.

"Thank you," she said simply. She was amazed at the way she was acting. Not once during
this entire ordeal had she doubted herself. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was the
pleasure she was receiving.

A soft moan escaped Sara's lips as she felt her father gently kiss her shoulder. She raised her
hand to his face and gently stroked his beard stubble. "I love you, Daddy," she said softly.
Her father smiled. "I love you, too, sweetheart," he replied. He reached out and took her hand
in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

He gripped his cock and slapped it on her hot, little pussy. Sara screamed and jerked her hips
upwards. She looked at her father and nodded silently. Then he pushed his cock deep inside
her wet cunt. He pushed deeper and harder, sending waves of pleasure through Sara's body.
She clenched her muscles around him and forced him deeper into her womb. A low moan
escaped her lips as her father's cock rubbed against her G-spot. She tried to slow down, but it
was difficult. Her body was betraying her, begging for more. Her muscles were pulsating
wildly, making it impossible for her to focus.

Her father felt Sara's muscles tightening around him. He started fucking her hard and fast. He
leaned down and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Sara bit down on his
lip, causing him to pause momentarily. Then he withdrew his tongue and plunged it back into
her mouth, taking control. His movements became wilder and Sara soon lost track of the
positions they were in. Her entire body quivered violently as wave after wave of intense
orgasm washed over her. Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably and her fingernails dug
into her father's shoulders.

Then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, she finally climaxed. She cried out with
joy as her orgasm overtook her. Her whole body tensed up and she shuddered as a flood of
intense pleasure coursed through her body. After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm
subsided. She looked up at her father and gasped in surprise. "What did you do to me?!" she
exclaimed in amazement. "You've given me more orgasms than I have ever had in my life!"
"And I haven't even done anything yet," her father laughed. "Now it's your turn."
"What?" Sara asked. "But I can't... I don't..."

Her father laughed heartily. "Don't worry. I'll show you how." Then he thrust his cock inside
her wet pussy once more. Sara squealed as she felt her father's thick member pounding
against her insides. She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, urging him to fuck her harder.
Then, almost instantly, she felt another orgasm approaching. This time, it hit her without
warning. Her muscles clamped down on her father's cock and he yelled out with ecstasy as he
shot his load deep inside her.

For several moments, Sara lay in a blissful state of unconsciousness. Then she awoke with a
gasp, wondering where she was. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was lying on her
father's bed. Her father was lying next to her, snoring softly. Sara realized that she was naked.
She quickly glanced down and saw that she was covered in her own juices.

Then she remembered the events of last night. She sat up and looked down at her father, his
cock proudly on display. It still glistened with their combined juices. She gingerly touched it
and marvelled at the feeling of soft, smooth skin. Then she gently licked the tip and tasted the
lingering traces of her own pussy juice. She licked it again and again, savouring every drop.
After licking her father's cock for several minutes, she glanced at the clock. It was just past 1
am. Slowly, she slid her hand down between her thighs. As expected, her pussy was soaked
and slippery. She grinned as she pushed two fingers inside her moist pussy. She wiggled them
in and out until her dad stirred and opened his eyes. She giggled as she looked at him and
watched his expression change from sleepy confusion to a look of arousal. She pushed three
fingers inside her pussy and started moving them in and out.

Sara kept doing it until she felt her father's hands reach under her ass and begin to rub her
pussy. He rubbed her pussy vigorously while he watched her masturbate. Soon, Sara was
moaning softly as her fingers flew over her clit. Suddenly, she felt her father grip her hips
tightly and start to push himself inside her. Sara opened her eyes and gazed at him. His dark
blue eyes were staring intently at her. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked.
She moaned as she felt his cock slide deeper and deeper inside her tight pussy. "Yes," she
managed to say. "Oh god yes."

He increased the pace of his fucking. In response, Sara wrapped her legs around his waist and
held him close. Her pussy squeezed his cock and made him go even deeper inside her. Sara
cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body. Sara buried her face in his chest as they
shared the most intense sexual experience of their lives. His cock scraped her tiny pussy
walls and she could feel him brush her g-spot with every thrust. It was driving her insane.
She was panting heavily and breathing heavily. She desperately wanted him to continue
fucking her, but she also needed him to cum.

She arched her back and felt his cock slip inside her cervix. She was desperate for release, but
he refused to allow her to come. His cock felt huge inside her pussy.
Her father continued fucking her, and the pressure in her pussy gradually built up. Then, with
a powerful grunt, he emptied his load deep inside her womb. His cock throbbed against her
cervix and sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her muscles
tightened once more and she screamed out as she came. Sara couldn't hold back anymore and
she convulsed violently as she came again.

When it finally subsided, Sara fell limp onto her father's chest. They stayed there for several
minutes, savouring the sensation of being fucked by each other. Eventually, they got up and
slowly walked towards the bathroom. As they both stepped into the large shower, her father
lifted her up and sank his cock into her bruised pussy once more. Sara sighed with pleasure as
she felt him fill her once more. Her father wasn't quite ready to finish yet, so he held her
tightly and began fucking her again.

Soon, Sara was moaning loudly as she started coming again. "Fuck me!" she begged. "Give
me your cum! Give it to me!"
"Okay, sweetheart," he whispered. He bent down and sucked her nipples. As he sucked on
her tits, he began slamming his cock in and out of her body. She felt her dad pump his seed
inside her over and over. Then he collapsed onto her, exhausted.
After several minutes, Sara sat up and turned off the shower. Then she dried herself off and
slipped into bed beside her father.

They both lay there quietly for a while, just enjoying the company of each other. Finally, Sara
spoke. "So, what happens now?" she asked hesitantly.
"We'll see," her father replied. He cuddled up against her. "Why don't we just enjoy ourselves
for now?"

"Good idea," Sara replied. She curled up against her father and fell asleep in his arms.