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Thread: The Wayward Daughter (Tyr + Laila)

It was a temperate spring day, but there was a mild breeze that entered Bianca's new room, caressing her bare shoulders. She was on her bed, the laptop in front of her playing a video of a woman getting a dose of ferocious oral sex from some man. Bianca sat on her knees, her thong-clad backside tucked between her ankles. She had pulled aside the front of her thong, and her fingers worked furiously over the soaking pink folds and the swollen nub of her clit. Barely two minutes passed before she suddenly thrust out her pelvis and muffled a scream by biting her lower lip. Extracting her fingers from between her legs she found them slick and shining. Bianca let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed onto the pale pink sheets of her bed. She wore nothing but a lacy white demi-cup bra and a matching thong. Her breasts were on the brink of pouring out of the struggling cups. The flat plane of her stomach was tan and smooth, aside from the small silver stud that adorned her navel. Her thong barely covered her wet, shaven mound, and completely exposed the perky globes of her buttocks. Sunlight streamed into her room and only served to amplify her features. Bianca had needed that. She had found out soon after she began to live with her father that military life had made him strict and structured. That meant that the ruffians she normally gravitated to were now out of bounds. That meant she wasn't getting laid as much as she needed, or at all. Needing to go to the bathroom, Bianca rose shakily from the bed, walking to the door and opening it slightly. Hopefully her situation would change that night. She had been invited to a party by a group of people her age who were nefarious in the well-to-do neighborhood. Though her father would certainly not allow it, she planned to attend, even if it meant having to sneak out like some delinquent little pre-teen. The sound of Bianca's ringtone stopped her in her tracks. Leaving the door open she went back to answer her phone. Oh hey Jake, what's up? She strolled across the length of the room as she chatted, clad in just her underwear, the parts of her hidden by her thong still damp and glistening.
Thread: The Wayward Daughter (Tyr + Laila)

Jarrod was trying to get used to sharing a house with his young daughter. He tried to respect her as an adult but her behavior at times seemed self destructive as she seemed to be preoccupied with just having fun. Several times hed already spoken to her about toning down the attire and about personal responsibility. She seemed to at time acquiesce to his demands, and other times, she seemed to him to be very defiant. Luckily hed kept after her and he was sure kept her out of trouble especially with some of the locals. Already on the way to use the guest bathroom, he heard the ring of her cell phone, something he was sure was physically adhered to the girls ear. It was hard to think of a time when it wasnt pressed against her ear and she was chatting up a storm. Heading down the hall he saw her door open, and was going to remind her about constantly talking on the phone. So he didnt think twice about it as he stepped into her room, and came to a dead stop as he got a surprise. There was Bianca standing talking on her phone, not in regular clothes but in a white bra and thong. The words were already coming out of his mouth. Bianca, do you always need to be on the phone Now he stood in her room in a very awkward position, as she obviously hadnt shut her door and was far from properly clothed. Jarrod was a bit angry because this wasnt fair, again and again she seemed to have little if any problem with dressing closer to a hooker than a young woman of her age. It wasnt that she wasnt attractive she was, it was just that she was his daughter and this kind of thing was very unsettling. Hed always given her privacy, and hadnt invaded her space, but it wasnt his fault she left her door open. Excuse me, but might you keep your door shut if you arent dressed. Try as he might, he couldnt help but notice that she was in great shape, and had a very sexy body. Though the thought was inappropriate, it was so hard to ignore the obvious. Plus as he stood there, there was just a slight hint of aroma that spoke of woman, and though he didnt know it exact source it spoke to him as a man, even if unconsciously.
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Bianca jumped in her tracks, startled by the rumble of her father's voice. She whipped around to face him, a rosy flush tinting her features as she exclaimed Oh shit! Dad! First her eyes widened with surprise, then a brief expression of embarrassment flashed across her face. It lasted a split second before her headstrong nature kicked in. Not even bothering to bid her friend adieu she shut her phone with a brusque snap, her lips tightening in self-righteous rage as he mentioned her state of dress. Despite his words she did not fail to notice how his gaze remained glued on her body. Something seemed to tighten between Bianca's legs, a faint tingle rose to her breasts. Pushing away some rather flustering and very unwelcome thoughts she straightened her back and thrust out her chest, crossing her arms under her breasts. I was on my way to the bathroom and got distracted. Besides, I don't see you looking away. She had not asked for this stringent man as a father, and she was weary of his constant criticisms. Bianca tried not to squirm where she stood, but being victim to his unwavering gaze was unnerving. Plus accustoming herself to idea of him being her father had been difficult, not just because of his behavior but also his physical presence. His form was impressive, tall and well built. Bianca would sometimes catch herself wondering what it would be like to be pressed under his weight. Then she would mentally gag at herself before quickly thinking of something else. Right then, while she stood with as much defiance as she could muster while in her undergarments, such thoughts niggled at her mind. Bianca gulped, forcing herself to meet her father's eyes.
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Jarrods shock and discomfort probably matched hers as she gave forth the loud curse. That would have actually passed without comment, as hed heard far worse throughout his life. So for the briefest of moments intentionally or unintentionally they stared at each other with stunned disbelief, till Bianca became agitated and accusatory, which only pissed Jarrod off. It was true he wasnt looking away, but so true it wasnt his fault . Well than you shouldn't leave your door open and parade around in your underwear. Damn he was mad she was always wearing less than she should, and how was a guy not to look when everything was there for the whole world to see. Shit the only thing wearing fewer clothes was a baby or a stripper, and he wasnt sure the stripper didnt start off with more. So he glared at her trying to control his furor, and bring it to a point before he said something that hed regret. Damn his wife sure hadnt done her fucking job raising their daughter, and now it all landed in his lap. Just shut your door or get dressed and we wont have any more problems. The authoritarian tone came out as he looked her straight in the face, and did his best to ignore her young fresh nubile body. Luckily years in the military helped as he learned to ignore distraction while concentrating only on the task at hand. The voice was thick and husky as he faced off against the insolent young woman. Jarrod wasnt one for backing down, especially with some snot nosed brat.
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Bianca sunk her teeth into her lower lip, bracing herself for some sort of reprisal from her father after her insolence. To her surprise he kept his calm fairly well, and it annoyed her. She could not detect any signs of arousal on his part, and though she acknowledged it was odd of her to want it, she was disappointed in the lack of that kind of attention. Squaring her shoulders and jutting out her jaw she glared at him. Fine! she snapped. The door will remain shut at all times, she said, fully intending on never closing the door. Now daddy, if you'll excuse me, I'll get dressed so the sight of me won't offend you anymore, she scoffed, turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. Her now displayed ass could not be considered covered apart from the tiny bits of cloth that made up her panties. For some reason her knees were beginning to weaken a little and the pulsing ache inside her started again. She wished he would leave quickly and spare her the lecture since she was starting to feel strangely awkward about her emotions towards her father.
Thread: The Wayward Daughter (Tyr + Laila)

Maybe being in the military ill prepared him for raising a child, especially a girl, but she wasnt a child, she was an adult. Jarrod tried to rationalize the situation, but it infuriated him, simply because he didnt understand why she couldnt just do as he told her. In the military you gave an order and it was followed, but with Brittany everything seemed to be a fight, or another reason to be disobedient. Fine, but you dont offend me you just need to be more cognizant of what youre doing and how it affects others. With her turned around, in defiance he knows any further discussion of the matter would be fruitless. Still prior to leaving, he find his eyes traveling a little lower than would be appropriate, and noticing the little piece of fabric that barely covered her ass. Taking a deep breath, and exhibiting a tremendous force of will, he turns and leaves, trying and failing to put the image of his daughter hot little body out of mind. Things seem to improve for a short period of time, but that may have just been that the two of them avoiding each other. The weather was improving, and Bianca was once again in her room, probably on the phone, so Jarrod decides to relax, one of the conveniences of telecommuting. Dressing in shorts, flipflops, and sunglasses, he takes advantage of the warming weather to go swimming and lay out at the pool, grabbing a beer and towel he heads outside. Putting the beer and towel down he dives into the pool for a swim.
Thread: The Wayward Daughter (Tyr + Laila)

A pillow grasped to her face so her sounds would be muffled, Bianca gave a sharp shriek as she plunged her thick dildo deep inside of herself. It slid in with ease as her pussy was already coated in her thick shining juices. Hips thrust up into the air, she lay on her bed, and let the impressive length of the dildo disappear into her as many times as it took for her to cum. She did so with a violent shudder and a gasp, then her hips fell limply to the bed. She had never masturbated so many times in one week. Perhaps it was because her father's ironclad rules prevented her from getting laid, though there were other reasons that Bianca refused to acknowledge right then. The sound of splashing caught her attention. Rising shakily from her bed she made her way to the window and peered out. Her father was swimming in the pool, the sheen of the water defining his already well-toned body even further. Her hand drifted down between her legs and she lightly stroked her throbbing clit once, then shivered. Bianca almost paused to consider what she was feeling, but then an impulse overtook her. She walked over to her wardrobe. Two minutes later she stepped outside. If bras had to struggle against her breasts her bikini top was definitely no match. There was a small palm-sized red triangle covering each round and heavy breast, her stiff nipples blatantly protruding against the thin material. The bikini bottom was barely there at all, and her lustrous shapely legs rose to meet her tight plump backside. Sauntering over to the poolside she bent over slightly, putting one hand on one knee as she waved to her father. Out for a swim and you didn't invite me daddy?
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As he began to swim, Jarrod began to think about his young daughter and their obvious issues. Her lack of clothing was something that seriously bothered him, as he kept catching himself looking and doing so in a way that made him question his own reasons for doing so. At first he blamed it on the fact that he was single, and she was a very attractive girl. Still it wasnt right, but her young body reminded him of his ex wife, and even though she was a complete bitch, there was never a thing about her body that he could complain about, especially when it used to be pinned beneath his howling in pleasure. Still he tried to think of something else, it just wasnt healthy to continue to dwell on his daughter's own body. Jarrod figured a rigorous workout in the pool would offer a simply and practical way to put his uneasiness with his daughter to the side for awhile. The vigorous workout felt good as he did a series of fast laps, and it seemed to be working, as his mind concentrated on the task of swimming and not Bianca. That of course came to an immediate and abrupt end when he heard her voice, and stopped his swimming and coasted to the edge of the pool. What he saw completely ruined his plan, as there stood his daughter in something that would cause any guy with heterosexual urges to get wood. The small thing attempting to be a bathing suit barely if at all covered her body, and the way her perky nipple poked against the thin material was impossible to ignore. Jarrod should of questioned why they protruded so, but he didnt, instead his eyes relished the view, and found themselves glued to her body. Putting both arms up on the curb of the pool, he crossed his thick arms as he looked up at the young nubile body that was standing there. Sorry, I didnt know you were interested in swimming. Figured you just wanted your space to talk on your cell phone. Youre very welcome to use the pool if you would like. Jarrod was happy that his lower half was under water, and that he was standing next to the edge of the pool, otherwise, he might have embarrassed himself by the way his body was already reacting to the view. The stirring in his trunks was a natural reaction to a woman clad so, but the problem was that sexy girl was his daughter. Jarrod wondered what the fuck was wrong with him, and why she dressed that way. Was she just some kind of mean cocktease?
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Stepping slowly into the water, Bianca gave a slight gasp at the initial shock of its coolness. Her hesitance did not last long as she was soon immersed, and began to swim laps around the pool's perimeter. One of mom's boyfriends had a pool, she remarked casually, He was a jerk though. I could never go in 'cause he'd just stare at me and mom would get all mad , she continued, pausing and watching her father for any reaction for a moment before ducking under the water. She swam to the shallow end of the pool, her mind abuzz with her own conflicting thoughts as she remained fully immersed. What was she doing? He was her father, and even though he was a stranger he had been good enough to let her stay with him. However, he was just so suffocatingly strict. Bianca wanted to feel some sort of power, some semblance of control. There was only one way she knew how to acquire it. Earlier she had purposely fastened her bikini top insecurely. Now as her torso emerged, the slight pull of the glimmering water against her body was enough to drag the slinky material off her gleaming skin. Suddenly her breasts were fully exposed, her rosy nipples pert and hard, the perky globes of her breasts glistening from the water. Oops . she said, not too convincingly.
Thread: The Wayward Daughter (Tyr + Laila)

Jarrod was finding his daughter proximity distracting and disconcerting, as he was very used to being in control, and something about his daughter had him outside of that safe zone. Try as he might to lay down the law, and demand her compliance, she seemed to skirt around the edge of his rules all the time. This was so different than his life in military where everyone followed the rules. She had since arriving just intruded on his peace, taking a dip in the water, really interrupting his own peace and quiet. However what was bothering him as much as he tried to hide it was his own inappropriate thoughts and minor behavior changes that he caught himself doing. So as Bianca was talking he was sliding over to the edge, to give her free use of the pool. Im not sure what you were wearing, but it was wrong of him to stare if he did. And as much as I disagree with your mom normally she had reason to get mad, though sometimes the wrong attire can give the wrong impression if you know what I mean. The poor fucker probably even if was a creep had this girl to deal with and her lack of clothing, how could you blame any guy when she obviously constantly flaunted her body. So rather than share the water and possibly cause any other problems he moves to the edge of the pool to sit on the curb, leaving only his legs in the water as she does laps. What he didnt say was he wanted to watch her, without a current girlfriend, having something pleasant on the eyes even if he couldnt touch, couldnt blame a guy for looking. So he couldnt help but notice when her top slipped off, and the visual feast appeared. The perfectly perky mounds slick and wet with water now shined. Jarrod should have looked away, but he didnt, instead he found himself momentarily transfixed, and involuntarily his body began to react as his shorts began to fill with his own arousal. He didnt say a thing, and so to his eyes didnt immediately turn away.
Thread: The Wayward Daughter (Tyr + Laila)

Ducking a little more into the water so she could grasp at the bikini top before it floated to the bottom of the pool, Bianca was still quite aware of her father's stare fixated on her. She smirked as she lifted herself out of the pool, then got to her feet, her unhindered and uncovered breasts bouncing with her movements. Slowly, she put the bikini top back on, making no sign of having noticed her father's interest. The attention, even though it was from her dad, made something throb between her smooth thighs, so she had to press them together a bit. Suddenly, she turned her head to peer at her father, her gaze dropping to the very noticeable swelling in his shorts. Trying not to squirm where she stood Bianca locked her gaze on his and smirked. Looks like you have a bit of a problem daddy. I'll leave you to take care of it, she said lightly, though there was definitely a mocking tone in her voice. This was satisfying, seeing him subjected to desires just like most other men that she came upon, and needed something from. He was no better than the rest, no matter how much control he tried to keep over himself and her. Now perhaps he would be ashamed enough to not be so stringent. Still smirking, she turned to leave.
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Jarrod was pissed at himself and her, yes he had been staring, but fuck she was naked and flaunting those awesome tits of hers. What the fuck was going on, he found his heart pounding as she made the comment about his condition. Anger and sexual arousal mixed together getting him all riled up, as she used that mocking tone. Up to this point he'd given her the benefit of the doubt, the manner of her comment reminded him of his ex-wife. The pleasure she seemed to take at his discomfort, solidified in his mind that she was no different, she was just like her mother, and it was just too late. He didnt say a thing, he just grabbed the towel, and left the pool, for a brief moment, he almost considered violence, but he controlled that, just barely. Jarrod was just so mad at her for what she had done and himself for allowing it to happen. The behavior hed shown was very inappropriate, but she didnt need to take pleasure in it or mock him, the cruelty of it was something that bitch of an ex would have enjoyed doing. So obviously embarrassed, he stood, leaving his beer, and headed for the house, the thought of taking care of the problem far from his mind, the thick bulge barely contained by his shorts as he exited.
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It was 3 AM by the time Bianca returned to the house, the smell of beer and cigarettes clinging to her skin along with her usual musky perfume. She had stolen her father's key when he had finally fallen asleep at his usual regimented time, and stealthily snuck out of the house. Now she had to put the key back in his room. Stifling an exasperated sigh Bianca slunk up to his doorway and peered in cautiously. He had been furious with her earlier at the pool, that much she had taken note of. It had been satisfying, watching him retreat after his defeat. She had avoided him for the rest of the day though, and now would definitely not be a good time to get his attention. He slept naked, she realized with a bit of a start. His blanket was loosely wrapped around his waist and torso but the firm muscles of his bare chest were distinguishable in the faint illumination of the streetlamp outside his window. Bianca unconsciously held her breath as she crept into his room. She would just have to place the keys on his dresser then leave. As she neared the dresser she noticed the slight bump in the sheets between her father's legs. Earlier it had lifted much higher, she thought with some satisfaction. A shiver crept up her spine and she trembled slightly, then shook her head. It was ridiculous to think of him in that way. She needed to use her body to exert some sort of control over him, and that was it, she told herself as she put the keys on the dresser. Reprimanding herself did not get rid of the dull ache in her pussy. She returned to her room, not daring to close the door fully in case the sound woke her dad up. She began taking off her dress and panties, but then noticed that the latter was damp and sticky. Feeling between her legs she extracted her fingers to find thick threads of her juices clinging from finger to finger. She had made out with some guy earlier, she reasoned, and it had left her wanting more, but there had been no time for that. Bianca fell on her bed, legs outspread, her fingers working furiously between her legs, her hips shifting up and down slightly and her moans barely stifled by her biting her bottom lip.
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Jarrod had avoided Bianca having found the encounter disconcerting on so many levels. Finally though the day wound down, and he had the hoped that this lingering anger would dissipate, but it hadn't, so hed decided to talk to her tomorrow about her inappropriate comment and attire, and that his response was what any ordinary man would have happen to him with such a situation. Still pissed he was finding it hard to sleep when he heard his car head out the driveway. Checking around the house he realized that the bitch had stolen his truck, and headed off to who knew where. More than likely she was at some bar looking for guys to fuck just like her mother. He wanted to storm into town and find out where she was and drag her home by hair and tell her off, but the reality there was little he could do, which just infuriated him even more. Jarrod stayed up for awhile, but finally called it a night when it got late, figuring hed take it up with the floozy in the morning. He planned to lay down the law such that no more of this shit would happen. If she was going to live in his house, she was going to tow the line, it was just that simple. Having fallen asleep he awoke with the urge to pee, stepping into the bathroom he took care of business, coming out he realized that keys were back on the dresser, which meant she was back. Not even thinking about the reason he put on his boxer shorts and headed out of the bedroom and down the hall, to see if the little harlot was up, because if she was, he was going give her a major piece of mind, right then and there. Heading down the hallway he stopped mid stride as he heard sounds coming from the open door of her bedroom. What was going on? Did the little slut bring a guy into his house to fuck? How dare she?