Her Preferred C.o.c.k:>Ep7

The Thurston family ate their evening meal that night in the hotel's main dining room. Once again, Amber arrived late, and once again she made quite the impression when she did enter the room. She clearly loved all the attention she got, and was always desperate for everyone to look at her, and lust after her. If Doug were a more introspective man, he might have wondered why his daughter had this burning need to be at the centre of everything. This yearning to be desired and wanted. It was essentially a relaxed, casual family meal, but Amber was dressed more like a call girl, or a particularly slutty member of a group of friends going to a bachelorette party, at a very sleazy strip club. The sort of girl who intended to down plenty of shots and suck plenty of c***s. She was wearing a slinky, black minidress that barely covered her modesty. Not that Amber possessed much in the way of modesty. In she came, tottering along in her high-heeled shoes. She looked very much looked like a woman, but Amber was still in sone ways still a child, trying to act like a woman. She didn't yet have the natural sophistication and ease she thought she did, but when you had a body like Amber's, none of that really mattered. Doug was checking her out, just like every other guy in the room. He'd already decided he was going to f**k her, that decision had been made just an hour or two earlier, as he'd slid his fingers inside her cunt; so now he was simply appraising her as a potential s****l partner. She had one of the best physiques he had ever seen, and he was relishing the chance to play with it. All he was waiting for now was the opportunity. "Nice of you to join us." April said, somewhat sarcastically. "Sorry, Mom. I was just trying to look my best." Amber replied. "Well, you've certainly made an effort, I suppose." April stated. "What about you, Daddy? Do you think I look pretty." She was practically fluttering her eyelids as she asked him the question. "Sure, honey, you look very pretty." "I think she look like a slut." Benjy suddenly piped up. "Screw you, you little loser." Amber replied, suddenly incensed. "Both of you, cool your jets." April said. "Let's just eat our meal in peace." "Well, she does!" Benjy muttered. "Quiet, young man." The rest of the meal passed without major incident. Every so often, Doug would catch Amber's eye, and they would share a furtive smile. Both of them were horny as f**k. Doug knew he was going to bang his daughter; Amber strongly suspected that was his intention. Neither of them felt the slightest compunction or doubt. Both were intensely excited at the prospect. The fact it was incest, the fact it was illegal, was irrelevant. They both had a hunger that needed to be satiated, an itch that very much needed to be scratched. Midway through the meal, Doug got up to go to the restroom. After taking a piss -- and washing his hands -- he emerged from the room and found Amber waiting for him. She practically leapt into his arms, wrapping her arms round him and kissing him passionately. He stood there, his daughter draped up against him, her body pressed against his. Doug was conscious the two of them could be caught at any moment, so he edged Amber into the disabled restroom. Once inside, he pressed her up against the wall and started grinding his c**k against her. "Oh f**k, I'm so f*****g horny. Are you going to f**k me, Daddy? Are you going to f**k your little girl?" "Yes, you dirty slut, I am. But we have to be careful, pumpkin." He took a step back, looking her up and down. She looked a little dishevelled, leaning back against the wall. "Do you like my dress?" "Your brother was right, you look like a slut." "You want me to look like a slut." "Yeah, that sounds about right." "Do you want me to show you the best thing about this dress?" "Sure, knock yourself out." She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, revealing her silky smooth snatch in all its waxed glory. Doug stepped forward and placed his hand against it, rubbing her gently. "You weren't wearing any panties earlier in the car. How often do you not bother with underwear?" He asked. "All the time. I never wear panties. They just get in the way." "Well that's useful information. Now, get on your knees, I want you to suck my dick." It was all Amber could do to stop herself saying yippee, before she sank down in front of him. She quickly unzipped his pants and then fished his d**k out, which was still just a little bit damp from the toilet break he'd just taken. Amber's tongue licked the head of his d**k. "Yum, yum, Daddy. I can taste your piss." "Sorry about that sweetheart." "Oh, don't be Daddy. I like it. You might want to bear that in mind for future reference?" "Really?" "Absolutely. A golden shower is the best kind of shower." She said, smiling, rolling his d**k in the palm of her hand. "Well, that's good to know. Now shut up and get on with it." So she did. It was a quick blowjob. Both of them knew they didn't have much time, so Amber got down to it. He had to say, she was a damn good cocksucker. Doug had been blown by a lot of girls down the years, but Amber was right up there with the best of them. It was a strange thing to feel paternal pride over, but Doug's relationship with his daughter was a little unusual, to say the least.