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Leon

Cherry hummed gently on my chest as I stroked her hair. Every now and then she would coo happily and nuzzle her cheek into me, and I couldn’t help but smile. Wondering if sleeping together was going to be a permanent arrangement, I sighed in contentment.

“Do we really have to get up today?” she mumbled. “I don’t really have to go to school. It’s already February, I’ve been accepted by all my target schools already. I can take one day off, right?”

The thought of her leaving for college gnawed at me, and I peered down at her. She was watching my reaction, eyes wide and irresistible. I felt my heartbeat quicken as the thought of being without her made itself at home in my head. It was kicking its shoes off and resting its feet on the coffee table, and I was going to lose my mind. I knew it wasn’t really losing her, not like with Rose, but it still seemed to be sending me into a panic.

I was about to quash those thoughts and tell her she should have a better attitude about school, but she cut me off. “You don’t want me to leave town,” she murmured. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. She’d probably heard my heartbeat skyrocket in my chest and deduced my train of thought. I tried to protest, to do the right thing and be a good father and put her needs before my wants, but all I could do was shake my head to confirm what she’d said. She gave me a small smile, resting her head back down but still looking up at me. “Maybe I don’t have to.”

“Cherry, even the nearest state school is in the big city. That’s a very unnecessary commute. I suppose you could come back for weekends though.” That notion gave me some comfort. I could hold out for five days at a time. Maybe.

“Or I could just go to the community college in town,” she suggested.

I frowned. “Why would you do that? You have so many better options.”

“So I won’t have to leave you, dad,” she said, pursing her lips to the side a bit. “Besides, a few of my good friends are going too. Drew’s going.”

“Drew’s going?” I echoed incredulously. I couldn’t fathom it. Colette hardly seemed hard up, always striking me as somebody who saved money diligently. Drew’s decision therefore couldn’t have been driven by a lack of funds. Then was it that she couldn’t bring herself to be apart from her son? Was he worried about being homesick?

“I don’t plan to pursue a career that requires a degree from a Top 50 school anyway,” Cherry continued. “I mean, even without a degree, there are a lot of ways to make money nowadays.”

My grip tightened around her. “Excuse me?” She looked a bit startled, but I couldn’t even bring myself to give her time to explain herself. There was no way I was going to let her go down that road. “You’re a smart and talented young woman. If your mom were here, she’d kill me if I let you give all that up and demean yourself like that instead. I’d rather die than see you sell your body–“

“Dad!” She interjected with a smile on her face, holding back a laugh. “That’s not what I meant. And even so, there’s nothing shameful about that industry.”

“Sure there isn’t, but–“

“But you’re too much in dad mode to even feel jealous that, in that ankara escort scenario, other guys would be seeing your daughter’s body,” she pointed out with a smirk. “That’s actually kinda sweet.”

My hands ran along the bare skin of her back, fingers dipping into the dimples below her waist as I marveled at the smoothness. I gulped as she leaned in, emboldened by my sheepishness. In the low light, her hair looked blood red and ravishing as it draped over her shoulders like strands of silk. The final blow was when she purposely made her voice small to tempt me, sounding meek and helpless.

“You wouldn’t share me with anybody, would you Daddy?”

“Never.”

I surprised myself with how vicious it came out. Apparently it was to Cherry’s liking because she bit her lip, eyes glittering with arousal. With surprising deftness, she pulled the waistband of my pants down, sending my shaft springing up to freedom. She gazed down at it with the ravenous desire of a succubus before turning back to look at me, setting her bare crotch down on my pelvis. She was already wet, and when she lay down on my chest and pushed her pussy against the top of my shaft, I almost lost myself to the sensation of her nectar being spread along my length.

We moaned in unison as she started moving up and down, pushing her soft pussy against my hardness. Her hip movement was impressive, to say the least. With that said, there were a few moments when her rhythm seemed awkward, which gave me some solace that she wasn’t inexplicably a pro at this. In fact it was quite endearing, and only served to further fuel my ardor.

“You like that, daddy?” she mewled, and I gasped my approval before reason finally reasserted itself.

“Princess, we’re gonna be late,” I grunted. “We don’t have time for this; you gotta get ready for school.”

“Dad, don’t ruin the mood,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to my chest as her pace quickened.

“Cherry, I’m serious.”

She sat up suddenly, propping herself up by her arms while her sex slid back onto my abdomen. She smacked me once on the chest in frustration. “God, dad, I was getting close! You suck.” With a pout, she climbed off me and used her hands to cover herself as she walked out of the room.

I chuckled to myself and shook my head, running a finger through the thin layer of lust she’d left on me. She was keeping my balls empty all the time, it was a wonder I could still get erect at all. Perhaps it was a testament to how alluring she was.

I got ready for the day with enough time to spare to make some eggs and toast. Cherry came out of her room pouting, but thankfully dressed for school, wearing a sweater and a skirt over tights. We ate in silence with her giving me a coy cold shoulder. Her mother used to do the same thing all the time, and I felt a pang of nostalgia which I had to shrug off before it evolved into a bout of sorrow.

During the drive to school, Cherry raised a curious invitation.

“Lexi’s taking me out to go clubbing on Friday. Can I go?”

“Clubbing?” I repeated, baffled. “As in drinks and dancing?” She nodded. “Aren’t you too young for that? They won’t even let you in. And that’s not even mentioning what I think of you drinking.”

“You çankaya escort don’t want me drinking unsupervised?” she asked. I shook my head. “Then… why don’t you come with us.” I couldn’t help but glance at her in bewilderment. “Lexi said you’re invited too. Actually, she was pretty insistent on it.”

“Why?” was all I could muster.

“Dunno. But that would be a good solution, right? If you’re there, you can keep an eye on us and make sure we don’t get into trouble.”

“It’s a bit strange though, isn’t it? Having a chaperone on girls’ night out?”

“So your ideal solution would be to just not go,” she stated flatly.

“That sounds like the perfect idea, yes.”

“Ugh, you’re being more of a killjoy than normal today, dad,” she complained. “This club lets people under drinking age in.”

“What is it, a golf club?” I snorted.

“It’s… a private club of sorts.”

“Then how is Lexi getting you in? Her dad’s connections?”

“I think so.”

“Well, whatever the case may be, it’s still a no,” I stated.

“You don’t want to go dancing with your princess?” She had brought out the pleading voice again. She knew she had me there, so instead of answering her question, I posed one of my own.

“What if somebody saw us? It would be over for both of us. We’d have to move!”

“But dad–“

“Cherry, you know I try to let you do things you want to do. You’re an adult now, so I’m trying to let you make your own decisions. But you’re still my daughter, so I’m counseling you with reason here: this is a bad idea.”

“Okay…” she said glumly, sitting back in her seat. She didn’t sound quite as disappointed as I expected, but hopefully that was just her being more mature about the matter.

I pulled into the student parking lot and let her off. Students were trickling into the main building, and as I was about to wave goodbye to Cherry, she came over to my side of the car.

I rolled the window down and she said, “Can I get a hug at least?”

“Sure,” I chuckled, stepping out and hugging her. She squeezed me tightly and took a deep breath, humming happily. Was she breathing my scent in?

“Aren’t you two adorable together,” somebody said in a low voice, and I turned to see Lexi Rochester watching us.

“Lexi,” I said, narrowing my eyes with pursed lips. “This is the first time we’ve spoken since your little plan was exposed.”

“Whoopsie,” she said unapologetically. “But all’s well that ends well, right?”

“What do you intend to do with the knowledge of my… arrangement with Cherry?”

“Ooh, she’s got you calling her Cherry now! Very interesting,” she said teasingly. “Nothing bad, if that’s what you’re worried about. On the contrary, something fun, and hopefully beneficial for your… said arrangement.” She turned to Cherry. “Have you asked him?” Cherry nodded. “Hm. Mr. Valentine, you don’t have to worry about this club we’re going to. Taboo has a very particular clientele, and I just happen to know the trick to getting in. I promise Cherry won’t be harassed on the premises; it’s not that kind of joint.”

“That’s reassuring, but that’s not the only reason I don’t want her going,” I said firmly.

“Pray, kızılay escort do tell.” She held up her hand. “If it’s discretion you’re worried about, Taboo is second to none. They’d have to be, with a name like that.”

“I’ve already discussed this with Cherry, and–“

“If you need to discuss it further, the sports supply shed is empty during first period,” she interrupted, winking at Cherry before strolling off. “It’s also unlocked,” she added over her shoulder.

By now, most of the students were inside, class no doubt beginning soon. Before Lexi was even out of earshot, Cherry reached into the car and killed the engine, then yanked out the keys and dragged me into a light trot.

“Cherry!” I chastised, but she made a beeline toward what was presumably the sports supply shed, checking to see that the coast was clear before ushering me inside and closing the door behind us. “What are we doing here? You have class and I have work!”

“Gimme your phone, dad,” she said, and no sooner had I hesitantly unlocked it that she snatched it and began tapping. She put it to her ear and waited a bit before saying, “Hi, Ms. Hammond? My dad isn’t feeling very well, do you think you could get somebody to, I dunno, cover for him for the day? The team will get it done? Great, thanks! Yeah, hope he’s better by tomorrow. Alright, thanks, bye.”

My jaw hung open as she returned my phone then dropped her schoolbag on the ground. “Cherry, what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” she replied, pulling off her tights and sitting down on a stack of gym mats. “We’re continuing from earlier.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I stage whispered. “If we’re caught, I could be arrested for so many different things!”

“Lexi said we have first period to ourselves.”

“And we’re just taking her word as scripture now?”

“Honestly, sometimes it feels it might as well be.”

“That girl’s becoming a bad influence on you,” I said angrily.

“Aw, daddy, don’t be mad,” she cooed, spreading her legs to show me her bare glistening sex.

God damn it. I was putty in her hands. Before I knew it, I was standing before her, undoing my pants. She giggled delightfully and let my cock swing out to slap her pussy, jerking with pleasure upon impact.

“You didn’t seem to enjoy the top of your cock as much this morning,” she noted. “So let’s try the underside.” She reached down and pressed my sex against hers, and I involuntarily thrust forward. We both gasped in bliss, and she bit her lip and nodded for me to continue.

Her tiny lips rubbed against me, and I had to suffer shivers of ecstasy as we pleasured each other. The least that would happen to me if we were caught would be me being charged as a sex offender for committing such acts on school grounds, I think. That was before considering that I was grinding my own daughter’s pussy. Yet, as seemed to be happening increasingly often recently, logic and sense were nowhere to be found.

It didn’t seem to take too long at all for me to start pumping hot seed onto Cherry’s sweater, and she moaned appreciatively when a spurt hit her on the face. Groaning, I poured every last bit onto her front before sagging slightly against the mats. Before I could pull away, she wrapped her legs around my hips and locked them at the ankles, throwing her sweater off so all that was left was her skirt and short boots.

“Where do you think you’re going? We still have the rest of first period to milk you dry, daddy.”

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