Thread: his not so l i t t l e girl [ mintie x knux ]

The low rumble of a car pulling into the driveway sounded outside the home, the engine quiet enough that anyone within the home would be none the wiser of anyone driving up, of the sound of a door being open and shut, letting out the single occupant and owner of the car, briefcase clutched tightly in his grip. Gregory was a man who enjoyed a well-to-do lifestyle, born of the hard work in rising the corporate ladder, not resting until he sat at one of the highest positions in his company. With the money and notoriety that came with the position, though, came the risk of long shifts like this one, overseeing the finer details of the business with a fine-tooth comb, as well as the risk of coming home to find something unpleasant within. His daughter Delilah, little Lily, had always been the loving, adorable daughter he always imagined having when he entertained thoughts of family, and his hard work to provide for himself and the family meant she had grown up with plenty of privilege. Christmas and birthdays came laden with presents, and a respectable allowance, coupled with a fairly pliable willpower in Gregory's early years of fatherhood, meant she would have money to spare whenever some new movie came out, or a wonderful new dress or bits of jewelry were spotted and desired. As the years went by, however, the relationship changed between them. Little girls stay young and sweet like sugar for only so long, before they begin to show more of their spice. Once Lily had become a teenager, Gregory had found himself the single father to a feisty and troublesome young woman. Parties, drinking, boys...all the typical marks of a growing teenager going wild. All the normal attitudes of rebellious teenagers Gregory could handle, but there was one issue that had developed quickly and spiraled out of control as Lily grew a wanton lust that burgeoned within him, aimed directly at her. At first he had thought his brain and body were acting out against him, playing on his tiredness from long days at work, or on his lengthy time without a woman of his own, ever since Delilah's mother had left the picture. No amount of denying or trying to shrug it off worked, however...this thirty-something man was craving the young, nubile body of his own flesh and blood, with a desire so strong it was almost bestial, requiring much of his willpower just to resist base impulses. Delilah's actions made things no easier. As her body grew more and more shapely and sensual, she grew prouder and prouder with showing it off, roaming through the house at all hours of the day in various states of undress. How many times Gregory had to drop an activity to hastily find a moment of private time in the bathroom because Lily had decided to prance around in only a towel or her undergarments? He'd lost track by now. Perhaps more damning to his own waning resistance to her wiles was the seeming enjoyment she had in putting him in this situations, reveling in her own sexuality. It had gotten to the point that, time and time again, Gregory had come home to hear the sounds of sex sounding out from one room or another, anywhere from her room, to the kitchen, to the den, even to his own room once or twice. Gregory's slow trudge to the door was as quiet as always, the silent turning of the knob as he used the key to unlock the front door, granting him access to the one place he should be able to relax in, the one sanctuary that was his. Unceremoniously, he dropped his briefcase next to the coat rack, setting his coat on one of the points to hang it as he let out a soft sigh. Slowly, he scanned the room, noting that neither in the kitchen and living room, both immediately viewable from the doorway, did his daughter appear to be. At this late hour of the evening, she was certain to be home somewhere , and it was best for the man's nerves to find out what she was up to before he considered resting. It was when he was climbing the stairs to the second-floor hallway that he became aware of some noise rising above the silence of his home. He stopped halfway up the steps, his pace slowing as his ears focused harder on the sound. Heavy breathing...sharp, wet sounds...and then the low moan of a young male. Even before he surreptitiously turned his head around the corner at the top of the stairs, he knew what sight he would see. Little Lily, once so pure and innocent, now on her knees, pink panties exposed and hugging her pert backside smoothly, her mouth planted on the crotch of some new teenage punk, sucking him off like a common whore, while the boy trembled from the sensation. Either Lily was that good with her mouth, or the punk barely had any experience or control...Gregory could easily assume both were true. Blood began to pump through the father's body as he turned away, his vision clear of the sight, unnoticed by the participants, but his ears still hearing the low moans and wet, hungry slurps of his daughter. Judging by the sounds, any second the boy would lose it, busting a nut and shooting off a quick load, no doubt. He stifled a groan of his own as his breathing got heavier. Leaning against a wall himself, his pants had grown tight from the sight, and one hand was going on its own to rub at it. His mind's eye was already painting a sinful picture that replaced the pitiful young boy with a real man, a moving image of his daughter sucking his own cock and tasting a much bigger, and better cock. This went on for a few seconds, before Gregory had to physically grab his groping hand with his other, and pull it away. He was a father, a well-respected man amongst his company and the community...he was not operating a den of sin for his daughter to bring boy after boy into. He would deal with his rampaging libido later right now he had to eject an unwanted guest. Turning the corner, his strong hand gave a powerful smack to the corner wall, the sound echoing through the small hallway, and alerting the pair of them to his presence. Delilah! his voice thundered, enough force behind each syllable of her name that it bordered on shaking the foundation of his home slightly. His face was red, from the earlier blood pumping downward, but could easily be read as his growing fury at the sight. His sharp brown eyes narrowed and shot daggers at the teen leaning against the wall and until now enjoying an expert cocksucking. What are you doing with my little Delilah?! he bellowed, stomping towards the pair of them, towering over either of them with his size and mass.