Cons, F Solo, M Solo, Incest, Voyeur, Feet
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Chapter 1
Ariana had gone out for an early morning run. Not yet quite adjusted to the mega-pop star lifestyle, she still lived at home with her father who had taken the position as her lifestyle manager, but more importantly also helped her keep a level head throughout her career. About an hour later, her father had caught a glimpse of her return through a window. He took a closer look as she slowly walked up the driveway towards the house, clearly exhausted. She was wearing a tight soft-looking navy blue one piece work out body suit with a zipper running all the way from groin to neck like a sleeping bag. She had it unzipped down to just above her belly button, exposing the gray sports bra she was wearing underneath. Both items were absolutely drenched in sweat. Completing the outfit was a pair of white ankle socks and athletic sneakers. Ariana was confident in her body; she didn’t mind showing off a little to those around the neighborhood. Besides, the only skin she was really showing was a little midriff. She just put her hair up in her signature pony tail, popped her in some headphones, and listened to some exercise music while she got her sweat on. You didn’t maintain a body like hers by lying around. As her father watched from a second story window, she approached the house. He ran down to the door to great his little baby girl. Sure, Ariana was a grown woman now, nearly twenty four, and a celebrity at that, but her father wanted to hold on to his precious little girl as long as he could.
The front door cracked open and Ariana’s face peeked out from the other side while struggling to collect her tangled earbuds. Her father was coming down the stairs.
“Ah there you are! Was wondering where you went for so long,” said her father. He looked upon her as she stepped in the door and closed it behind her. He knew where she was. He had watched her leave this morning, and had noticed now that the workout clothes she had returned in were about two shades darker than when she had left.
“Sorry Daddy,” she replied. Ariana started to stretch in the doorway, showing off her long thin legs. “I left this morning to go for a run, but I guess I took longer than I thought I would!” She reached her hands out to her shoes while letting out a grunt.
Whenever her father heard that word come out of her mouth… Daddy… he twitched a little. He was incredibly attracted to his daughter. How could you not be? Millions of people around the world were, and just because it was his daughter he wasn’t allowed to be? ‘Yeah right,’ he thought as he watched her struggle with her after exercise stretches. Even through all the years of ogling her, watching her grow into the stunning woman she was today, and living with her for twenty three years, he managed to hide his secret well, but he constantly had to be careful and keep himself in check. From his point of view, ever since the age of sixteen she had teased him. The constant unaware yet playful attitude, the short skirts and long stockings, and underwear lying around her room out for everyone to see: ‘It had to be teasing right,’ he questioned to himself. Luckily, his secret was safe; Ariana was none the wiser. Sure her father had maybe gotten a little too close on the couch while watching movies or accidentally walked into her room without knocking to see her in her undies one too many times, but accidents do happen. She had never seen enough concrete evidence to help convince her of his attraction, and thought nothing of it.
Ariana had finished stretching while her father was in his own head.
“Daddy, I have a favor to ask.” Ariana took her shoes off and walked past the stairs towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
Her father came to and responded, “Sure baby what is it?” He was a sucker for giving to Ariana’s demands. He spoiled her, but who could blame him; she was his one and only baby girl. He had even built her her own top of the line recording studio in the basement of their mini mansion so she could work from home whenever she wanted. It cost a pretty penny, but it was top of the line and kept her happy; he couldn’t wish for anything more.
He walked down the stairs and followed behind Ariana to the kitchen. His eyes couldn’t help but drift downwards to watch her little blue ass bounce in that one piece. She looked back at him when they reached the kitchen.
As she was filling up a glass of cold water she asked, “I know that today was supposed to be our day, but I’ve got a deadline coming up, and I desperately need some new ideas, and some of my writers and producers are in town, and it might be the only time they are here, and-“ she went on and on like a child trying to convince their parent to get their way.
“B-but baby, today we were supposed to go out to the movies!”
“I know Daddy. I’m so so sorry! But do you think you could let some of my team come over and work on some music, Daddy? Please?” She looked up at him with her best interpretation of her puppy dog eyes. Those dreamy brown eyes had always worked on him.
“Ughhhhh,” he sighed and rolled his eyes. “If you really can only do it today I guess s-“
“YAY!” A screaming sweaty Ariana came rushing towards him with her arms flailing with the biggest smile attached to her face. She ran over and embraced him with a warm wet hug. The wrapped their arms around each other while he rested his head on top of hers. He didn’t care that she was dripping; he squeezed her back tight towards him.
“But that means we get to do whatever I want next weekend, alright,” he demanded.
“Of course Daddy! Whatever you want! Thank you so much!”
He grinned, “Good, now go take a shower. You covered me in sweat…” They broke their hug and both stared down. Now his shirt matched hers; two shades of sweat darker than what it should have been.
“Oh geez, yeah, I stink! Sorry Daddy. Maybe instead of doing nothing waiting around here all day you could go by yourself today? I heard it’s getting good reviews, and I know how much you wanna see it.” Ariana still needed to try to get her father out of the house for the activities she had planned for later.
He laughed, “Maybe, we’ll see. Now get upstairs and get washed so your friends can come over!” He gave her a light playful spank on her ass. His massive palm completely covered one of her small cheeks, and it gave a little jiggled underneath her thin covering. She giggled and scurried up the stairs to her room.
Ariana went upstairs to her room and pushed the door closed behind her. She was only out running for an hour, but it was hot and she had always made sure her runs were pretty high intensity. She took her phone out of her sports bra and opened up her text messages.
She took a second to think went to respond with, and typed back:
She got a response almost immediately.
She smirked and giggled as she switched it off and threw it back down on her bed. She turned around to look in her mirror observing how sweaty she was.
“My my Ari,” she muttered to herself in the third person, “You are one dirty girl.” She gently bit down on a finger and twisted her body so her bottom half was profile to admire her subtle petite curves. Then she caught a whiff of herself, “whew, really dirty!”
Clothes began to come off. She reached down and pulled her small white socks off exposing her tiny feet. Next, she fully unzipped her tight one piece down to her crotch and lifted it off her shoulders and down her arms. The thing was stuck around her waist like it had been glued on from the moisture. She peeled it down past her hips and down around her legs to reveal her gray panties that matched her sports bra. She stepped out of one piece puddled around her ankles and stood in front of the mirror in just her wet underwear. Her head was full of lewd thoughts as she stood there checking herself out: a thin tight tan torso with long arms and legs looking exceptionally cute in her miniature underwear. She was stunningly gorgeous for a girl as petite as herself; still looking girlish while maintaining the elegance of a woman. Ariana always took the time to admire what she was given, and in turn was more connected with her sexual side; never one to pass judgement on someone by their kinks and was shockingly open to every and all ideas. She turned towards the mirror, stuck her ass out, and spanked it just like her father did downstairs.
“Mmmph,” she grunted while getting slightly excited by the rough smack. She glanced over behind her mirror at the clock resting on her dresser and was shocked at how much time she had spent pulling that wet mess off of her. She quickly took the sports bra overtop of her head and her panties down off of her ass, and left everything in the middle of the room at the foot of her queen sized bed. She ran to the bathroom adjacent to her room feeling the rush of cool air hit her bare skin. Ariana loved being naked; it gave her a sense of excitement and risk she couldn’t quite explain.
She reached the bathroom and turned the shower knob without even closing the door behind her. While the water got warm, she let her hair fall down to her shoulders and her back. Every time she moved she would catch a whiff of her stench and wondered why her father hadn’t complained more when she hugged him. The water hit her target temperature, and Ariana jumped in and shut the curtain behind her.
Meanwhile, her father finished some laundry. He wanted to make sure Ariana had a nice warm towel for when she got out. He walked by her room with the basket between his arms and heard the water running.
“Ari baby, are you decent? I’ve got a towel for you when you’re finished,” he loudly shouted through the door while looking down at them. He waited nearly ten seconds before he knocked and slowly opened the door. He didn’t really care if she wasn’t decent; in fact, he was hoping she wasn’t to get a chance to glance at his naked daughter.
Her father cracked open the door and peaked inside. No Ariana. The door opened all the way and there in the middle of the room for him to see was her sweat soaked clothes in a pile: her sports bra, panties, and socks on top. A sharp gasp escaped him. His cock twitched and a single strand of drool dripped out of his mouth. He had taken Ariana’s panties from her drawers on occasion before when she wasn’t home and used them to pleasure himself and put them back just the way he found them, but he had never had the luxury of using damp scented panties before.
‘No, I shouldn’t,’ he thought to himself, but his cock had other intentions and continued to grow. He couldn’t shake the lewd thoughts. The smell of his sweat-soaked daughter earlier when she hugged him nearly set his cock flying out of his pants pressed against her stomach, and now those clothes were sat in front of him, almost like she put them there to taunt him. He looked around. He could hear Ariana singing in the shower in the next room over. He would never get a better chance than this. His mind was racing, so he tried to compile the pros and cons.
‘Pro: I can inhale my daughter’s smell and cover my cock in her sweat. Con: I might get caught. Hmmm," he thought outweighing the consequences. ‘Pro: I’ll probably have the best orgasm of my life. Con: She might never want to talk to me again.’
To any sane person this might be an easily solved dilemma: just leave a towel on her bed, turn around, and close the door on the way out. But her father had been waiting for something like this.
‘Maybe she wants me to do this, maybe that’s why they’re out here,’ he thought trying to now rationalize the decision he had guiltily already made. He rested the basket of laundry just outside her door in the hall, came back into the room and closed the door, and tip toed over to the clothes. Making sure not to alert Ariana to his presence, he bent over and grabbed three of the items on the ground: her drenched sports bra, her moist panties, and one of her wet little socks.
He fumbled them around in his hands while Ariana scrubbed herself in the next room, and quietly fell onto her bed. He kicked his shoes off and tried to pull his pants down with one hand because one was already occupied; he already had the inside cup of her bra pressed against is face. He had lost his mind to his sexual animalistic thoughts; he was lost. He smooshed it against his nose, taking in all the scents that remained. The savory smell of her sweat permeated the fabric and now lingered in his nostrils.
He finally managed to kick his pants and boxers off to spring free his six inch throbbing cock. It was already leaking precum that had smeared all over his head from being compressed in his underwear. He grabbed his cock with one hand and wrapped his fingers around his shaft and began to slowly stroke. He moved the middle of the bra cup overtop of his mouth and licked the inside around where her nipples pressed against it; her father imagined covering her small brown areolas in saliva. The last time he had seen them was when she was a small child, and could only imagine what they had looked like on her grown body now. Taking them in his mouth and sucking on each nipple while cupping her breasts, squeezing like he was trying to get something out of them. He ran his hand all the way up his shaft and over the top of his head and spread the precum all over cock, laying his back onto her bed flooded by pleasure. His mind was like a dream: Ariana standing in front of him, she slowly unclasped her bra from behind her back letting it drop to the floor, her small perky tits staring him in the face. She pulled his head up towards her chest as he latched his lips around them and sucked. ‘Fuck Daddy, suck on my titties, please!’
His face was blinded by her bra, but his hand left it to grab something new. Franticly grasping for her sweaty panties, he continued to stroke his cock. He was restless; his fingers searched all around the bed for the next item, but instead found one of her socks. He pulled it up against his face, took a long hit of the aroma, and immediately spread the hole wide enough to slide his cock in. The feeling sent his head flying backwards into a pillow and a small moan escaped his mouth. He slide Ariana’s small white sock up and down his shaft with ease like it had been a lubricated fleshlight while her bra remained draped across his face. He imagined his daughter out running getting all worked up and wet with sweat, returning and removing her shoes, and pulling off these socks to reveal those perfect feet. Her smooth skin, perfect arches, slender toes, and pink soles nearly sent him over the edge.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned slightly louder than he wanted. He could still hear the shower running and Ariana singing. He knew she loved to take long steamy showers, so he knew he had some extra time.
Finally, he darted his hand around the bed again and grabbed his daughter’s panties. He shook her sports bra from his face but his hand never left his cock. His eyes free for the first time since being covered by the cups, he looked around like he was waking up from his edge-induced ecstasy coma for the first time and landed his eyes on the cotton gray panties. They were the same shade as his daughter's bra, but had a dark streak down the middle where her sweat had piled up, and it was still warm. He was mesmerized; all he could think about was running those panties across his face. He opened his nostrils and pressed the thin piece of fabric that rested between her thighs along the middle of his face, and inhaled. He sucked in the intoxicating scent with his nose; it smelled of fruit, ‘maybe cherry,’ he thought, matched with an overwhelming sweet sweat smell, and a thin faint natural must that had to have rubbed off on the fabric from her holes while she ran. He pressed it against his mouth and licked Ariana’s panties; the thought of tonguing the same spot that touched her tight little asshole and pink pussy made him pump his cock harder into her precum-soaked sock. He imagined pressing his daughter down in this very bed and running his face across her holes with his tongue out, stimulating them both for her.
“OH FUCK,” he said a little too loud as his hips started to buckle; he could feel it coming. His head flashed with images of Ariana running down the street in that tight blue one piece sandwiching those panties between her tan cheeks, riding up her ass, pressing her underwear against her sweaty asshole, and-
The shower suddenly turned off.
Ariana’s fresh feet hit the bathmat while her father frantically scrambled. Ariana thought she heard something as she finished bathing, but thought nothing of it as she wrapped her naked body in a towel and began to dry off. Her father, panicking, grabbed his pants by the waist and pulled them up to his thighs as he waddled across the room like a penguin to reach the closet with her dirty panties scrunched into a ball in his fist while leaving the bra and the sock behind. His rock hard cock bobbed up and down in the air like it was attempting to stay afloat on the water.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” he exclaimed to himself. The closet was large enough for him to comfortably stand, and had two double doors with slats cut out wide enough to see out but angled upward to prevent vision in. From there he could see straight into the bathroom and all of her room.
Ariana finished patting her dripping body with the towel, put her hair up, and grabbed some after-shower lotion to moisturize. She turned towards the counter and dropped her towel. Her father’s jaw fell to the floor. Unknowing to her, she just exposed her tan naked body to her father who was seeing her fully nude for the first time since she was a kid.
“Holy fuck baby,” was all he could manage. He spread the panties and wrapped them around his cock as he stroked hard long but slow strokes to maximize the pleasure as he stared at her body: petite with long legs, a particularly round ass, and two perky little titties. Her whole body covered in a caramel tan with the exception of a thin stripe of naturally lighter skin around her hips, ass, and crotch, but curiously not her breasts. He noticed that she was hairless; not a single spot of it anywhere below her neck just like her younger days.
She squirted a dollop of lotion onto her fingers and spread it to her arms. Ariana loved taking care of herself and keeping her skin moisturized and clear was important. She rubbed the silky translucent cream up her arms then back down to her forearm in a slow stroking motion. Her father matched that same speed when stroking his cock like they were working together. She moved on to her torso, coating her shoulders, her neck, and then her breasts. She paused and continued over her nipples. Ariana’s body tingled with the smallest bit of pleasure as her skin covered in goosebumps; her breasts were small but all the more sensitive. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip while her father watched with glee. Ariana circled her small brown nipples and let out a small whimper. Her skin glowed in the light from the window adjacent. She squirted more lubricant out of the tube and rubbed it around her fingers.
One foot was placed on the bathroom counter to raise her leg. From the closet, her father could see the new position clear: her back twisted towards him so he could see side boob, a hard milk dud nipple, and one leg planted on the ground while the other bent at the knee parting her little ass ever so slightly. That little brown, freshly washed asshole looking right at him, and the smallest bit of her puffy labia peeking out. With her leg raised she ran her silky fingers down the front of her smooth thigh and over her shin; she reached her ankle and grabbed her foot with both hands. She massaged her soles and heel, rubbing the lotion deep into her soft skin. She ran her fingers back up the front of her leg up over her knee then returned back down to her toes; each one got her attention.
Inside the closet, her father pumped his cock into her panties; he watched her tiny fingers run up and down each toe applying pressure while he imagined she did the same to his cock: wrapping those hands around his cock while she looked him in the eye made his head spin. Her gray cotton panties were now soaked with a fluid other than her own sweat. His cock leaked precum all over them and his hands as he stroked his cock to his naked daughter.
Ariana left her feet to travel up the back of her raised leg: the back of her ankle, her firm claves, the back of her thighs, and up to the crease connecting her leg to the bottom of her butt. She ran her wet finger down around the ridge cupping her cheek until she accidentally ventured further inward. She closed her eyes and slowly moved her finger up in between her ass. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion to her. Ariana secretly loved playing with her asshole; it seemed so forbidden yet all the more exciting. The mix of pain and pleasure turned her mind into a bowel of jelly.
The tip of her finger touched the outside ridges of her asshole and forced her back to straighten like a board. Her head got fuzzy and her vision blurry as the tip of her lotion-lubricated finger traced a circle around the hole. She followed the tiny crevices that made up the ridges of her asshole before gently squeezing the tip inside.
"Hmmmphhh," she winced as her index finger penetrated her hole. She managed to squeeze up to the first knuckle inside herself before she stopped and slowly pulled out, continuing to fuck her ass with her finger.
"That's right baby, finger that little asshole for Daddy," he said under his breath while pumping his cock, like he was commanding her from the closet.
She smeared the lotion inside and out of her little brown hole while her free hand played with her left breast, tweaking and twisting her nipple. Ariana’s finger got more and more comfortable sliding in and out of her ass. She had put things up her butt before, but she needed all the practice she could get for what she had planned later. The same hand that played with her nipple moved down her smooth torso to her crotch which had previously been untouched. She pressed three fingers together, her index, middle, and ring, and gently glazed them over top of her exposed clitoris. There was no need for any lotion; her pussy was already wet with her own lubricant. Ariana’s body shook as a group of her fingers rubbed her moist clit while another squeezed in and out of her asshole.
Her father watched as she put pressure on both her holes. He watched as her pussy grow more and more moist and red. She felt around her clit and rubbed the insides of her labia before she finally couldn’t bear it, and slipped two of her fingers inside.
“Hmm, fuuuck,” Ariana moaned as she fucked herself in front of her father. “Oh my god,” she screamed. Her fingers pushing in and out of her pussy like a piston while rubbing her creamed-covered asshole. As much as she loved playing with her pussy, she loved playing with both her entrances at the same time more. Thinking about how wet it made her rocked her body with pleasure. She pumped two fingers inside her pussy at the same pace her father pumped his cock; both father and daughter getting themselves off at the same time.
He imagined coming up behind her, bending her over onto the counter, spreading her lips, and pumping his throbbing meat inside her, gliding his cock in and out of her soaked walls with ease. He imagined rubbing her asshole to give the extra stimulation while her pussy squeezed around his cock as she collapsed in pleasure.
Ariana couldn’t help but think about her plans later: all that attention, all that pleasure and stimulation, both of her holes being serviced… she was becoming overwhelmed. Finger fucking herself while teasing her tight little asshole. Her head fell backwards in ecstasy; she plunged her fingers deeper and deeper filling all the way up to her last knuckle, curling inside, and grinding her fingertips against her g-spot. Fluid was leaking out around her fingers down towards her asshole. She collected it, pushed he own juices into her asshole with one final thrust while her body buckled and convulsed.
“FUUUUUUCK,” she screamed. Ariana shook as she struggled to stand. Her legs wobbled and juice leaked out while she exhausted her breath. Inhaling and exhaling like she had just run a mile.
Her father watched as his daughter just came all over her fingers right in front of him, and now it was his turn. He kept pumping his cock into her sweaty panties right until she finished gyrating and moaning, and blew ropes and ropes of warm cum into the fabric. His cock beat as fast as his heart as each thick rope shot out like a cannon. Now, Ariana’s panties were covered in sweat, her own fluids, precum, and gallons of her father’s cum.
“Oh my god baby…” he moaned as he finished watching her. ‘Fuck, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life,’ he thought to himself.
Ariana pulled her fingers slowly out of her body from both holes, and put them up to her nostrils and smelled almost embarrassingly. She looked around before she sniffed the fingers from her asshole, then put them in her mouth and sucked. Again getting carried away, she sucked on them like a nice heavy cock using her mouth for its own selfish pleasure. Ariana closed her eyes as she savored her sweet fruity taste of herself in her mouth.
*buzz buzz*
“Oh shit!” The vibration against the marble counter startled Ariana. The sudden noise scared her out of her pleasure haze. She looked down at her phone to check the message.
Ariana caught the time at the top of her phone.
“Holy shit! I’ve been getting ready for like an hour and a half? Fuck!” Ariana rushed into her room and made her way towards her dresser. Her father started to panic as he did before at the thought of Ariana having to need something from her closet and finding her cum covered father, but to his comfort she stopped at her dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of panties: a blue thong that covered most of her crotch but nestled snug between her cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination. She grabbed a big comfortable blue sweater that covered down past her waist.
‘Huh,’ her father thought, ‘that looks like one of mine.’
Ariana picked up her phone and responded back,
Ariana giggled and left her room.
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