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Daughter's Best Friend
Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: michaeltdick, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
Rose, until Daddy says one way or the other," she ordered as she flew from the room. Stay right there. Daddy, look. Until I say. One way or the other. These are the thoughts that flickered through my mind in the first ten seconds. "Turn around, Rose," I ordered softly, to test how likely she was to obey. She slowly turned, trembling just a little as she did. Perfect little Rose. I wasn't supposed to look. But now I could. "Step forward just a little so I can see you better," I ordered gently. Her bare foot moved forward with a flash of naked leg from the slit in the skirt. She was shaking a little as she stepped toward me. Pretty toes on my pretty Rose. "Let me feel what the fabric is like," I said softly, almost a whisper, as I reached out with both my hands to grasp her slim hips. The hips I knew so well in all my fantasies. The hips I'd fucked a thousand times, pulling them back firmly toward me over and over. Rose's hips. Pretty Rose in her sexy dress. The material felt slick and warm against my palms. Her boyfriend would love this, that little prick! He didn't deserve my Rose. My sexy submissive Rose. She'd probably do anything he would want. Worse yet, when he saw her in this dress, I know what he'd want. He'd want to put his hands just where I had mine and he'd want to do just what I wanted to do. That's what he'd want! Without even thinking I pulled her closer. The slick red material glided under my hands and before my fevered brain could ... register it, Rose's ass was under my palms. Her eyes looked wide and startled and her mouth was open. But no scream. No sound as I gave a tender squeeze to test her more. "I have to see what it feels like Rose," I said, stalling for each precious moment while her ass was in my hands. "That's very important. In a prom dress." Then I just shut up. I was babbling. Babbling while Rose was in my hands for the first time. "The feel of a dress is important to a man, Rose," I said slowly, taking deep breaths and getting control. "Tell me, is the front snug? Across your breasts?" "No, Mr. J.," she said so softly I almost didn't hear it. She was trembling in my arms like a leaf. "Because it looks snug, right here," I told her, as I slid my right hand up to cup her perfect breast. They were the size of ripe apples. Delicious, rosy red apples. This one was firm and ripe to the touch. "Will your date to the prom try to touch you breast like this, Rose?" I asked her gently. She was swaying back and forth on her feet. She seemed lightheaded and unsteady. "He might," she whispered into my chest. "Will he try to squeeze your pretty ass like this too?" I said, more aggressively. "He'll try," she said submissively. "Will he try to reach under your dress like this?" I asked her, gripping the back of her leg along the slit and then caressing it higher and higher. Rose wasn't wearing panties! Nothing but warm ...