Chapter 3
He'd had restless nights before, he remembered, as he tossed under the
covers. Somehow he had rejected her advances all evening, but the night was
wearing on, and sleep wouldn't come. He tucked the sheet around his bare chest,
and readjusted the band of his cotton pajamas at his waist. He normally slept in
the nude, but with Michelle in the house, he had pulled on a pair of loose
boxers, and they bothered him, too.
No matter how he lay, his semi-hard erection bothered him. He was too
hot, then too cool. The pillow was lumpy, and the covers were binding. He just
couldn't sleep. Visions of Michelle writhing with desire, tied naked and
helpless across the bed he was now lying in, played continually in his head. A
trace of her perfume clung to the pillows. It seemed like hours had passed.
He reached for the picture of her spread-eagled on his bed and stared at
it, thinking of her hot breast in his palm, the look in her eyes as he
manipulated her nipple to remove the ring, the way the nipple had hardened under
his touch. He stroked his cock slowly, almost ready to masturbate himself as
Michelle had confessed she had done earlier, when there was a sound of bare feet
tiptoeing down the hallway. He barely had time to put the photo away.
"Daddy, I couldn't sleep. Could you?" Her voice was a whisper as she
stood profiled by moonlight in the darkness. Silvery light filtered through
blue curtains. Her arms were folded across her slender tummy, as if she were
cold. It only served to press her mother's old negligee, against her body,
accenting the silhouette of her high, firm breasts. He wondered why he'd chosen
that one. It had been one of Marie's favorite ones to wear for getting things
started on their special nights.
Even in the darkness, he could see the glint of moonlight on the tiny
rings piercing the chubby stalk of her nipples. His eyes followed her slender
waist down to the dark "V" of fine, curly hairs. She hadn't put her dirty
panties back on, and she was visibly bare beneath the transparent gown . His
cock rose to full stiffness in appreciation.
"I want you to hug me," she pleaded in a little girl voice. "Can't I get
in with you?" He slipped back a little, and lifted the covers for her to climb
in. She turned her back to him and moved closer, pressing herself into his arms.
Dan knew he couldn't hide his excitement if she felt his rock hard
erection, so he slipped down to avoid touching her softly swelling bottom cheeks
with his shaft. Curled up as she was in his arms, it served to bring his aching
erection into direct contact with the bare soles of her feet. She wriggled her
soft toes, moving her soles against him. As she moved, his cock easily slipped
naked and erect from the opening of his boxers, and she squeezed her soles
firmly around it, snuggling even closer in his arms.
"Daddy," she whispered in the quiet darkness. The bare soles of her feet
were warm and soft against his naked cock. She moved them slowly up and down
over his rigid shaft. He held her closely without moving. "You're not going to
come are you? You won't come will you?"
"Daddy, I'm glad I turn you on." Her feet were moving very slowly. "I
polished my toe nails just for you." She wriggled her toes and it tickled
underneath his heavy balls. He was quite swollen.
"They're red you know," she whispered, making his cock throb between her
slowly moving feet. He his mind worked overtime imagining her teenage feet, with
glistening red painted toe nails working his cock under the covers.
"Daddy, do you like it? I'm turning you on again, you know. I wish you
wanted me tied up. I won't stop you if you want to put those handcuffs on me
right now and just have me. Please?" He made no move to take his daughter, or to
move away. The numbers changed over and over on his digital clock.
Dan held still, almost ready to shoot as she petted him with her toes
and tiny feet. She took one of his hands and placed it around one soft breast
under the covers. The golden ring tickled his palm. He held perfectly still, his
come boiling in his testicles, so close to orgasm he'd come at the slightest
thrust of his cock against her. She was barely moving her soles against him. It
was more than enough to keep him on the brink, but not quite enough to make him
come.
"Don't come," she, continuing to minister to his cock, wriggling her
toes. "Just hold me, Daddy. Maybe tomorrow we can do it. Tomorrow you'll have to
tie me up and make love to me. You'll have to." She continued to massage his
erection gently, just barely moving, He held her tender breast softly as his
erection throbbed between her feet. She kept him teetering almost at the edge of
coming.
"Tomorrow, Daddy. Don't come tonight, OK? Do you promise?" The soft
toes, petting and masturbating him between her feet was so arousing, he wondered
how much longer he could hold back his juices. "Tomorrow I'll let you tie me up.
I hope you'll put your big old hard penis in me and fuck me for hours and hours
before you stop."
Then softly, as he teetered on the crumbling edge of orgasm, she softly
moved her feet away, leaving him painfully stiff and unrelieved. He realized she
had fallen asleep in his arms, leaving him with his hands full of sleeping
teenage girl flesh. He smoothed his hand down her side to pet her firm, warm
bottom. His cock continued to throb inches from the warm moist pussy he wanted
so badly.
