by fittucker87 06/12/09
(All characters portrayed in the story, whether specifically identified as such or not, are over the age of 18. To the fans of the first three installments, sorry that this has taken so long, but quite honestly, some of my other work was receiving such positive feedback that I concentrated on those stories. If you have enjoyed this series and would like to see more in this genre, please comment or contact me. Thanks as always for reading my work. Enjoy.)
"Miss Jordan? Your father will see you now."
Kim Jordan looked up from the fashion magazine she was reading to see her father's young secretary smiling at her and holding open the heavy oak door leading to her father's office. She stood and smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt and then turned to examine herself briefly in the large mirror hung over the waiting room couch.
She had gone to some effort to present a more business like air than her normal casual attire. Today she wore a white silk blouse with a low cut scoop neckline, paired with a form hugging black skirt, hose and three inch heels which raised her height to almost 5 and a half feet. Her blonde hair was gathered up and pinned on top of her head, making her look even taller. She checked her silhouette and satisfied with her appearance, headed for the door.
Kim could feel the eyes of the twenty-something secretary sweeping over her curvaceous figure as she headed for the door. Since she had purposefully gone without a bra that day, Kim knew that the secretary was probably appreciating the bounce and jiggle of her large, firm boobs beneath the sheer silk blouse. The temperature in the office had tightened her nipples, causing them to jut out sexily against the fabric. Most girls with 36Ds didn't go around without a bra, much less in front of their father, but Kim wasn't most girls and today she needed all her charms ready in case her father needed convincing.
She still wasn't entirely sure that she could go through with the plan that she and her first cousin Stacy had come up with, but Kim was desperate to attend school with her brother Mark and Cousins Stacy and Clint and needed her father's financial support to make that happen. For all she knew, her father might generously offer to foot the bill with no qualms. Plan B however, entailed the seduction of her own father if all else failed. She took a deep breath and entered the large office.
Frank Jordan had done very well for himself in the business world and his office reflected that. Deep, plush carpet covered the floors. A large picture window opened onto the downtown area, admitting light which gleamed dully off the highly polished, dark wood furniture in the room. Here and there were expensive antiques and valuable paintings decorated the walls. A large oak desk dominated the room and behind this sat Kim's father, phone to ear, while he stared at the computer screen in front of him. His attention distracted, Kim used the opportunity to examine her father.
Frank was 38, same as her mother, his ex-wife, and the years had also been kind to him. His brown hair was full and thick, while few wrinkles could be found on his still youthful face. He had the same brown eyes as Mark, Kim's brother, and the same build, but maybe a little heavier. As the years went on, Frank had to spend more and more time at the gym to maintain his athletic frame, but he didn't mind. It kept him active and his looks plus his professional success ensured that he rarely went wanting when it came to female companionship.
As he hung up the phone and stood to come around the desk to his daughter, he was mindful of how lonely his life had become, despite the steady procession of women. He had been very excited to get the call from his daughter, for he had begun to miss the life he'd had before his indiscretions had ended his marriage. He hoped that today he might be able start picking back up the pieces of his shattered personal life and perhaps begin again. He had ended the disastrous affair with his former young secretary some months prior and while he still dated from time to time, he truthfully craved the life he'd had with his wife Vivian and their children, Kim and Mark.
"Kimmy! You look gorgeous! Is that all for dear old dad?" Frank said as he held his arms out to his daughter.
Kim smiled broadly and ran forward into her father's arms. "Hi Daddy! Yes, it is. I wanted to impress you today."
Frank hugged his daughter to him and was surprised at how it felt to hold the beautiful 18 year old. Not that he hadn't been around his daughter since the divorce, but he hadn't noticed how much she had grown up in that time. He was perversely thrilled to feel the soft pressure of her boobs against his chest as the rest of her body molded itself against him. Against his will, Frank could feel his cock tighten in his suit pants and hoped that Kim would miss the reaction.
Her face pressed into her father's neck, Kim definitely felt the lurch of his cock against her abdomen. She smiled to herself and breathed deeply, inhaling the clean, masculine scent of her father's cologne. "This is going to be fun," she thought before pushing her torso forward and rolling her dad's thickening sausage between them.
Frank Jordan stifled a groan of lust when he felt his daughter move against him, further stimulating his rapidly swelling organ. As with Kim, his nostrils were filled with the clean strawberry smell of his daughter's shampoo and his mind wandered to just how desirable his little girl had become. Before his condition became even more apparent, Frank regretfully pulled back from Kim's embrace and led the way to the sofa against the wall. "Here, come sit and let's catch up," he said thickly.
Kim allowed herself to be led by the hand to the couch and with her father's back to her, surreptitiously undid the top two buttons to her already low cut blouse. She had suddenly decided that no matter what her father's answer was to her proposition, she was not leaving his office without having some fun first. The father and daughter sat closely on the leather couch and turned facing each other.
"So what's been going on in your life, princess?" Frank asked, willing his eyes to remain on his daughter's face despite the presence of the deep, shadowy cleavage he could see down below. Looking into the sexy teen's big blue eyes wasn't a safe play either, Frank quickly realized. Was it just him, or was there a smoldering quality there that he had missed earlier?
Frank was dead-on in his assessment. The potential thrill of seducing her father and noting the thick bulge in his suit pants was having a stimulating effect on the nubile teen. She hoped that her father's sex drive would win out over any paternal qualities he possessed. She lightly rested her hand on her father's thigh, mere inches from the pants stretching erection he was sprouting.
"Oh, not a whole lot Daddy, but I do need a favor," Kim said, batting her long eyelashes seductively.
Frank chuckled nervously. His daughter could really turn the charm on when she needed to and it appeared he was getting the full court press. Kim was leaning towards him, causing the already gaping blouse to billow open further. More and more of the creamy melons encased in the silk blouse were being revealed to the horny father and he fought valiantly to control his gaze and his hands which ached to reach out and cup the heavy tits. "What do you need Kim?"
"Well, Daddy," Kim said, bouncing slightly on the couch, setting off a ripple affect across the wide expanse of her cleavage. "What would you say if I changed my mind about taking that cheerleading scholarship?"
Frank was surprised. He had thought that she might want his credit cards to go shopping or a new car or something. This was totally out of left-field. "Well, the first thing I'd want to know is why? I thought you loved cheerleading?"
Kim ducked her head slightly, looking down, apparently in embarrassment, but mostly to get a good look at the thick tube snaking down her father's pant's leg. "Wow, he's really big!" she thought.
Frank used the change in her gaze to his advantage as well; he now stared openly at the heaving orbs shifting beneath her blouse. If his eye sight could be trusted, it appeared his little girl was without a bra today. He wondered sickly what would prompt her to do so. When Kim unexpectedly looked back up, Frank was still openly ogling his daughter's sumptuous boobs. He coughed nervously into his hand and looked up. Was she smiling at him, he thought, and if so why?
Kim was indeed beaming brightly at her father for she had noted the hungry look in his eyes as he eyeballed her big jugs. She took a deep breath, causing her already full blouse to bulge outward even more. "Oh, I do Daddy, but Mark and the cousins and most of my friends are going to State. I could probably walk-on and get at least a partial scholarship there."
Frank's brow creased in thought. "Mark? I didn't know that you and your brother were that close." Mark's name brought up uncomfortable memories for the eldest Jordan, as it had been his son who had judged him for his affair most harshly. While they were on speaking terms somewhat now, Frank knew that Mark would probably never forgive him completely for what had transpired with the current secretaries' predecessor.
"Really? Well, I guess we've just gotten much closer this summer," Kim said, white washing the fact that she was actively fucking her brother and mother for that matter. "It's really such a shame you and Mark don't get along better Dad," Kim moved her hand further up her father's leg, her palm now mere inches from the throbbing lump in his pants. "You guys have so much in common." It was readily apparent to the hyper-horny girl where the genes for her brother's big dick came from. By now, her father's prick was bulging obscenely beneath his pants. From time to time it pulsed and twitched in its confines.
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