She’s a Good Girl

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(I decided to do a stand-alone just to see what happens. This was inspired by a lady from the forum who gave me lots of inspiration to deal with. I dedicate this story to her.)

The most difficult part of being the father of a teenage daughter is the fact her friends are not legal. The harder part is when your daughter is college age and even though her friends are of legal age, they may as well not be because of the age gap. Talk about a pervy dad’s nightmare. I mean, I love my daughter to death. It’s just a few of her friends are super good-looking.

Take her friend Rebecca for example. Rebecca, or Becks as my daughter calls her, is a petite temptress with long black hair. She has a gorgeous face. Those piercing eyes though are one of her best features. I swear to God they change color on me. Sometimes, they look green like an emerald. Other times, they look more blueish. Either way, whenever she has a serious look on her face, I feel like they are penetrating my soul devouring whatever things they can.

Now normally in these stories, the author writes about her dimensions and stuff. I can’t. That’s because before the events in this story, she was always wearing frumpy clothing almost all the time. I never was able to see her in shorts, a bathing suit or anything. At least as far as I could remember. It was always about the eyes for me. Everything else about her seemed obscured because of them. It was as if her eyes had Neuralyser like qualities.

So, it was one of those nights where she was visiting my daughter. I own a modest home in the suburbs. She was visiting for some odd reason. Next thing I knew, my daughter was getting my attention from my newspaper.

“Hey, Pops!”

I looked up and saw my daughter waving me down before she continued.

“Sorry to bother you, but can you keep Becks occupied for a bit? Jeremy needs me to come in a take a few deliveries for him.”

“Why can’t you drop her off at her place on the way?” I asked.

“Her parents are on a day trip, and she didn’t want to be alone.”

“You could have said no,” I responded, turning the page in the sports section.

“Dad, please?” she asked.

I smiled at her.

“I was only kidding, sweetheart. I got it.”

“Thanks, Pops. You’re the best,” she said as she bent down and kissed me on the cheek.

Now the reader is probably wondering my daughter who is college-aged is living with me and such. And where is her mother? The second question is easier to answer. That hussy left me years ago for some guy who turned her on. I let her go and signed the papers about ten years ago so she could have her freedom. Apparently, she wanted a washed-up guitar player over her husband almanbahis who provided her shelter and took care of her. So that’s enough about her.

My daughter is in her early twenties. She worked her way through college and has a degree in art. Thus, that’s the reason she still lives with me in our suburb. There aren’t many opportunities for art majors here. She has been doing stuff online, but nothing has caught yet. So, she works full time for a pizza place. Apparently, her boss, Jeremy, called her in to take some deliveries. So, she’s leaving me alone with her friend for a bit.

As she runs out the door, I go back to my paper before I heard a crash in the other room. I put the paper down and rush down the hall to my daughter’s room. There I saw something I thought I’d never see.

There was Becks. She was on the floor with my daughter’s full-length mirror on top of her. I quickly rushed in and started to pull the mirror off her before Becks tried to stop me.

‘Wait a second!” she yelled.

I lifted it just enough to get it off her before she turned so, she was facing the ground. She pressed herself against the carpet while I moved the mirror so it wouldn’t fall again. I then kept my face towards the wall.

‘If you want to make yourself decent, I am looking at the wall until you tell me it’s okay.”

I could hear her stand up behind me. There were a few moments before I started to hear her giggle behind me.

“It’s okay, Mr. Adams. You can turn around.”

I turned and saw Becks looking at me smiling. I smiled back before I started noticing what she was wearing. It started with the fact she had red lipstick on. It looked good on her. I then noticed she was wearing a brown top with spaghetti straps. She was also wearing a pair of athletic shorts which were tight around her hips. It was her smile though that made me feel better. I tried not to stare at her before I started talking.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Adams. I was working on a Tik Tok dance and accidently knocked the mirror down on me.”

“What’s a Tik Tok dance?” I asked, clueless about modern stuff like that.

She laughed again. I’m glad she did because I felt stupid for a bit. She then came closer and hugged me.

“It’s okay, Mr. Adams. Your daughter was helping me with one we saw, and I kept practicing after her boss called. Would you like to see it?”

I was curious.

“Do we need to stay in here or do you need more room?”

She guided me to the bed before she turned on the music again. She was looking in the mirror as she gyrated a little. Becks had excellent hips. As she shook them, I could feel myself getting a bit uncomfortable because almanbahis yeni giriş it was exciting me a bit. As she finished her dance, I turned my body away so she couldn’t see the effect she was having on me. She had that questioning look on her face.

“You didn’t like it?”

I shook my head.

“I loved it. It’s just I got a little excited.”

She looked for a moment before smiling.

“A little, huh? Looks like you were enjoying it.”

Luckily for me, the phone started ringing. I carefully moved out of the room and went to the phone to pick it up.

‘Hello?”

“Dad, it’s me. It looks like Jeremy’s day driver quit. Can you keep Becks occupied a little longer? I’m not gonna be off til 5.”

“Sweetheart, I…”

“Thanks, Dad. Gotta go. We have a full board.”

I hung the phone up and looked behind me. There stood Becks. I couldn’t tell which look was on her face.

‘Is Mon okay?”

Mon, or Monica, is my daughter.

“She’s alright. Apparently, the day driver quit, and she’ll be stuck there until five at least.”

“She must take me home. I have a date tonight.”

“I can drive you home.”

“Could you Mr. Adams? I’d be grateful if you did.”

“No problem, Rebecca. Let me just get my shoes on and…”

“You don’t have to right now, Mr. Adams. Can I show you another routine I have been working on?”

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Rebecca. I mean…”

“It’s okay, Mr. Adams. I’m flattered I turned you on like I did.”

I paused for a moment. One more routine wouldn’t hurt. Besides, I could always think about it later in the shower and stuff. She took my hand and led me into the living room where she had me sit in the middle of the couch.

“I don’t think you’ll have that much room to dance, Rebecca,” I remarked as she was grabbing the little boom box from my daughter’s room.

“It’ll be fine, Mr. Adams.”

She put the boombox on the coffee table and hit the button. This song came on that had a bump and grind quality on it. She climbed on my lap straddling me before I could stop her. Her arms went around my neck as she started to move her hips.

“Before you say another word, Jason, I am doing this because I want to.”

I didn’t have a chance to stop her as she started grinding in my lap, looking into my eyes with hers to start with before she climbed off and placed her beautiful ass against me. It was slow, sensuous, deliberately sexy. My hands were having a hard time knowing where to go before she took them and put them on her hips.

“Right there is fine. Just relax and enjoy it.”

As my hands remained near her hips, she slid down so I was sliding her almanbahis giriş top up. It was an accident that her breasts were bare for a moment. She then moved back up before she turned around and straddled my lap again.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she said in a seductive voice.

She then moved her hands to the bottom of her top and slid the garment off her so her breasts were exposed to my gaze. I was stunned before her face came closer to mine.

“Oops,” she whispered.

She then kissed me on the lips before whispering again. That’s when I found out another secret about Becks. She had her tongue pierced. Talk about a surprise.

“It’s okay, Mr. Adams. I was planning on seducing you anyway. How do you like my body?”

I was still in shock before her hand slid down my shirt to touch where my cock was.

“Mmm…looks like you enjoy the dance,” she said as she slid down to the carpet.

Her hands were undoing my jeans before I said something.

“Rebecca, please…”

“First of all, Mr. Adams, you can’t stop me. We both want this.”

My cock was fished out of my jeans and her tongue started licking around the crown. My hand almost instinctively went to her hair and was caressing it while she licked up and down the shaft and head. It had been so long since anyone did that to me. I was worried that I was going to make a mess on her face. It was an excruciating few moments before she slipped her lips over my cock. She started by bobbing just a little bit down my shaft. During most of this time, her eyes met my gaze.

I started whispering “Good girl,” while she did that.

Her eyes smiled at me. She kept sucking me off slowly. Her lips felt good going up and down my shaft. She pulled her lips off my cock and started to stroke it.

“It feels good having a woman your daughter’s age taking care of your cock. Doesn’t it, Mr. Adams?”

I moaned in response.

“I was hoping she would have left today. I wanted to do this to you for a long time, Mr. Adams. Just remember one thing.”

“What?”

“Don’t hold back. I want every drop down my throat.”

She put her lips back on me and started sucking me off harder. I was not going to last long. I started to warn her.

“Rebecca, I’m…”

She kept sucking, as if she didn’t hear me. I kept stroking her hair as I felt myself edge closer. My eyes closed. My cock exploded in the warmth of her mouth. I couldn’t move.

An hour later, we were driving down the road towards her house. It was quiet until I spoke.

“Rebecca, I’m sorry I…”

“It’s okay, Mr. Adams. I had fun.”

“I did too. But why didn’t you let me reciprocate?”

She paused for a moment before we arrived at her house to drop her off.

“It was always a part of my fantasy to do that for you. If you’re a good boy, there might be a second performance,” she said with a grin before she stepped out of my car.

I was still stunned on the way home.

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