Daddy's Horny Little Helper
Anonymous
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
Summary
When Zoe's father is injured, she has to take care of him. And even worse, it's all her fault that Terry has a broken leg! But frustration leads to temptation as she sees more of her father's body than any good girl should. Can Zoe convince Terry to participate in a sexy kind of physical therapy? Teasing leads to pleasing, and then ultimate taboo in "Daddy's Horny Little Helper!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ "Zoe!" His hand gripped her wrist, stopping her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She scowled up at him. "I'm doing what I would do if you needed to use a bedpan or couldn't feed yourself, Dad. I'm helping you. "Don't worry. I'm not going to try to screw you, like we're some gross inbred family in Alabama." She pushed her father's restraining hand away, then resumed pumping him, her strokes slow and even. "But you need to relax, Daddy. And if it takes a quick hand-job to make you do it, then that's what you're going to get." "We can't!" "Then stop me," she challenged. "You're bigger than me. Stronger than me. If you don't want me to do it, you can." Instead, his head sank back into the pillows. "Tomorrow," he mumbled, his voice muzzy with the painkillers, "you and I are going to have a talk." Her heart soared with triumph, but Zoe was careful to keep her face pleasantly bland, the same way she did when she doing a routine on the sidelines at a football game with the rest of the cheer squad and some gross old perv was filming them with his cell phone. And in no way did she indicate that what she was doing was anything other than carefully clinical. Stroking her father off might as well have been a trip to the DMV to get her license renewed, for all the expression she allowed her face to show. But she learned him, in all of his thick, tumescent glory. How his skin shifted under her fingers. How he spread out at the base, thick and girthy. How when she approached his tip, clear dribbles of fluid leaked from his slit and coated his shaft. How certain speeds made his brows shift down in the tiniest hint of a frown, and how when she slowed down a little, his face eased into an expression that could only be pleasure. It didn't take long. Not much more than five minutes. It started as a faint hint at his base, a flutter of muscles under her fingers. Slowly it worked its way up her father's shaft, growing stronger and stronger. "Zoe..." It was barely a whisper. "I'm close. So close."