#leeseo

"Did you spill coffee on the sales report again?" Leeseo sighed, plucking a damp sheet of paper from the desk with two perfectly manicured fingers. The ink had bled into a Rorschach blot of numbers and customer names.

You groaned, swiping the ruined page from her hand. "It was an accident. The lid wasn’t on right."

Leeseo’s lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. She had that way of making even minor disasters feel trivial, like a spilled coffee was just another Tuesday. Her perfume today was subtle—something floral with a hint of citrus—unlike the heavier, muskier scents the lab kept cooking up.

The intercom buzzed. "Manager to the perfumer’s office," came the staticky voice of the receptionist. You glanced at Leeseo, who was already straightening the clutter on your desk with efficient flicks of her wrist. "Better not keep them waiting," she said.

The perfumer’s office smelled like a botanical garden had exploded. Vials and bottles lined the shelves, each labeled in messy, hurried script. The perfumer—a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair—leaned over a small glass bottle, his magnifying goggles making his eyes comically large. "Ah, good. Sit."

You perched on the edge of the chair, eyeing the bottle. "New prototype?"

He grinned, holding it up to the light. The liquid inside shimmered gold. "Oh, it’s more than that. This one’s *special*."

"Special how?" you asked, leaning closer. The liquid swirled as the perfumer uncorked the bottle—just a fraction—letting a scent drift into the air. It was dizzying, like ripe peaches dipped in honey and something darker underneath, a pulse of heat that made your throat tighten involuntarily.

The perfumer's grin widened, his goggles catching the overhead light. "We call it *Euphoria*. Clinical trials suggest it’s... potent. Triggers an, ah, *acute physiological response* in the olfactory system." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You know. Libido. Through the roof."

You blinked. "You’re joking."

"Wish I was," he chuckled, setting the bottle down with exaggerated care. "First test group? Two secretaries started making out in the break room. HR had to separate them with a fire extinguisher." He rubbed his temple. "We toned down the concentration after that. Still, needs field testing before we pitch it to investors. Discreetly, of course."

Your fingers twitched toward the bottle, then stopped. "So you want me to—what? Walk around the office spraying this like air freshener?"

"Oh god, no," he said, horrified. "That’d be a lawsuit waiting to happen. No, we need *one* test subject. Someone... receptive." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Someone *pretty*. You know who I mean."

Your stomach dropped. "Leeseo."

"Leeseo has a boyfriend," you said flatly, fingers gripping the edge of the perfumer's desk. The gold liquid in the bottle seemed to glow mockingly under the lab lights.

The perfumer waved a hand, goggles sliding down his nose. "So? When she's *horny*, she won't care. That's the *point*." He leaned in, breath smelling like mint and something chemically sharp. "Just use her. Make her say she liked it. Afterward, we’ll handle the rest. This isn’t for the masses—only special clients. The kind who *don’t* go to jail." His grin was all teeth. "Neither will you."

The bottle felt unnaturally warm in your pocket as you climbed the stairs to the rooftop. You'd dabbed just a drop—*just a drop*—on your wrist before leaving the perfumer's office, and already your pulse was thrumming like you'd chugged three espressos. The scent clung to you, a whisper of peaches and honey with something darker underneath, something that made your skin prickle with awareness.

The rooftop was deserted, bathed in late afternoon sunlight that turned the concrete golden. You leaned against the railing, staring down at the city below, trying to steady your breathing. This was insane. *This was completely insane.*

Your phone buzzed. Leeseo's name flashed on the screen.

"Hey," you said, forcing your voice into something resembling casual. "Can you come up to the rooftop? There's something I want to talk about."

A pause. Then, in that same measured tone she used when she corrected your expense reports: "Right now?"

"Yeah. It's—" You swallowed. "It's important."

Another pause. "Okay. Be there in five."

The line went dead. You exhaled, rubbing your wrist where you'd dabbed the perfume. The scent was stronger now—cloying, intoxicating—and your pulse was hammering in your throat. *What the hell am I doing?*

The rooftop door creaked open behind you. Leeseo stepped out, her heels clicking against the concrete. She'd pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, strands escaping around her face in the breeze. Her blouse was wrinkled at the sleeves—she must have been in the middle of something when you called.

"You ruined the sales report," she said by way of greeting, crossing her arms. "Again."

You forced a laugh. "Yeah. Sorry."

Leeseo tilted her head, studying you. Her nose wrinkled slightly—*she could smell it.* "Are you... wearing cologne?"

The breeze carried the scent between you—peaches, honey, something darker. Her pupils dilated, just for a second. You saw the exact moment it hit her: the flutter of her pulse in her throat, the way her fingers twitched against her sleeves.

"You wanted to talk?" she asked, but her voice was thicker now.

"Yeah." You stepped closer. Too close. The perfume was a live wire between you, sparking in the air. "About—"

*About what? About how you were supposed to test a chemical weapon disguised as perfume on her? About how the perfumer had grinned like a mad scientist when he handed you the bottle?*

The words died in your throat as Leeseo's fingers brushed against her collarbone—a nervous habit she only had during investor meetings or when her boyfriend texted during work hours. Except her phone wasn’t out. And this wasn’t a meeting.

"You were saying?" she prompted, but her gaze had dropped to your mouth. The rooftop breeze toyed with the hem of her skirt, and she didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she didn’t care.

"Right." You cleared your throat, scrambling for small talk. "The, uh. The weather’s nice."

Leeseo blinked slowly, like she was processing a foreign language. "It’s 32 degrees," she said. A strand of hair stuck to her neck, damp with sweat. "You dragged me up here to talk about *heatstroke*?"

You grinned despite yourself. "You’re the one wearing a blazer in July."

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons—once, twice—before giving up entirely. "I was in a meeting," she muttered, but the protest sounded distant, like she was arguing out of habit rather than conviction. The perfume hung between you, thickening the air.

She took a half-step closer, and you caught the way her breath hitched when the scent curled around her. "Actually," she said abruptly, "I think the AC’s broken in the west wing. The vents keep—" Her hand twitched toward her throat again, then froze mid-motion. She was staring at your wrist where you’d dabbed the perfume, her lips slightly parted.

"Vents?" you prompted.

She blinked rapidly. "Vents. Yes. They’re... humming." Her fingers flexed at her sides, restless. "It’s distracting."

You resisted the urge to glance at your watch. How long had it been? Five minutes? The perfumer hadn’t given you a timeline—just a smug assurance that you’d *know* when it worked.

Leeseo tugged at her collar. "Did you—" She cut herself off, shaking her head. "Never mind."

"No, what?"

Her gaze darted away, then back to you, lingering on your mouth again. "Did you change your shampoo or something?" Her voice was deliberately casual, but her fingers were knotting the fabric of her skirt.

"Same old drugstore stuff," you lied. The breeze carried the scent again, and Leeseo inhaled sharply, as if she couldn’t help herself.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her heels scraping against the concrete. "We should probably go back inside," she said.

Your hand shot out before you could think, fingers curling around Leeseo's wrist just as she turned to leave. She barely had time to gasp before you pulled her flush against you, your mouth crashing into hers with a desperation that surprised even you. For one dizzying second, she melted—her lips parting instinctively, a soft noise catching in her throat as her body arched into the contact. The taste of her lip gloss, something faintly sweet, mixed with the heated rush of the perfume clinging to your skin.

Then reality snapped back. Leeseo jerked away, palms slamming against your chest. "What the hell—I have a *boyfriend*," she hissed, but her voice wavered, her breath coming in shallow bursts. The protest sounded thin, half-hearted, like she was reciting a line she no longer believed. Her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed a deep pink under the afternoon sun.

You didn’t answer. Instead, your fingers skimmed up the inside of her thigh, sliding beneath the hem of her skirt. The fabric was damp under your touch, and Leeseo made a strangled noise when your fingertips brushed against the lace of her panties—soaking through already. "You’re *dripping*," you murmured against her ear, feeling her shudder at the words.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her nails digging into your shoulders—not pushing you away, not pulling you closer. Just *holding on*. "This isn’t—" Her hips twitched involuntarily as your thumb pressed against her through the lace, and she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to blanch it. "We *can’t*."

But her thighs trembled when you traced the outline of her, the heat of her radiating through the flimsy barrier. The perfume was a living thing between you, coiling around her senses, muddying every thought that wasn’t *touch, more, now.*

"Nobody has to know," you murmured, lips grazing the shell of her ear as your fingers worked slow circles through the damp lace. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, stuttering—her body betraying her even as she shook her head. "He doesn't check your emails. Doesn't visit the office." You nipped at her jawline, relishing the way her pulse jumped under your tongue. "What happens on the rooftop stays on the rooftop."

Leeseo’s lips crashed into yours with a desperation that bordered on violence, her teeth catching your lower lip hard enough to sting. "Just this once," she gasped against your mouth, her words more plea than warning, her body already arching into your touch. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if she couldn’t bear the centimeter of space between you. The perfume was a wildfire in her veins—her skin fever-hot under your palms, her breath ragged and sweet with the ghost of her morning coffee.

Your fingers slid beneath the soaked lace of her panties, finding her already swollen, already *ruined* for anyone else. She gasped when you curled two fingers inside her, her hips jerking forward as if she couldn’t help but fuck herself onto your hand. "Oh my *god*," she choked out, her forehead dropping to your shoulder as you stroked her in slow, deliberate circles. Her thighs trembled against yours, her slick coating your fingers in a way that made your own pulse thunder in response.

"You’re making a mess," you murmured, nipping at her earlobe just to feel her shudder. The evidence of her arousal dripped down your wrist, slick and shameless, and Leeseo let out a whimper that was half protest, half surrender. Her nails dug into the back of your neck, anchoring herself as you worked her open with relentless precision. "Look at you," you breathed, pulling back just enough to watch her face twist with pleasure. "Dripping down your thighs like you’ve been waiting for this."

Leeseo’s breath hitched as your fingers moved faster, the wet sound of her arousal almost obscene in the quiet rooftop air. "Keep going," she gasped, her hips rolling in desperate little circles against your hand. "Make me wet more." Her voice was raw, stripped of its usual precision, and you couldn't help the smirk that curled your lips—*Euphoria* was working better than you'd dared to hope.

Her fingers fumbled at your belt, nails scraping against the buckle in her haste. You barely had time to register the click of leather before her palm was pressing against the straining fabric of your pants, warm and impatient. "Fuck," she muttered, more to herself than to you, as she finally freed your cock, her grip tight and sure despite the tremble in her wrists.

Leeseo's breath stuttered into a high, keening whine as your fingers curled deeper inside her, the heel of your palm grinding against her clit in relentless circles. "Stop it—*stop it*," she gasped, her voice cracking on the words, her nails raking down your back like she was trying to claw her way out of her own skin. "It's *coming*—" Her body locked up, thighs clamping around your wrist as a shudder ripped through her. Then, with a choked sob, she came apart—her hips jerking wildly, her cunt pulsing around your fingers as she squirted, hot and slick, all over your wrist and the rooftop concrete beneath you.

The force of it sent her stumbling back against the railing, her legs giving out as she slid down in a graceless heap, her skirt rucked up around her waist. Her chest heaved, her blouse sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, her gaze unfocused and dazed. For a long moment, the only sound was her ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city below. Then, slowly, her fingers crept up to her mouth, pressing against her parted lips as if to stifle the aftershocks still trembling through her.

You knelt beside her, your damp fingers catching the sunlight, the scent of her arousal mingling with the perfume still clinging to your skin. Leeseo's eyes flicked down to your hand, then up to your face, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red. "I—" Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. She swallowed hard, her throat working. "That's never happened before."

The confession hung between you, fragile and electric. You reached out, tucking a sweat-damp strand of hair behind her ear, your thumb brushing the shell of it just to feel her shiver. "Good," you murmured, leaning in until your lips nearly grazed hers. "Now imagine what else you've never done."

You hooked your hands under Leeseo’s arms, hauling her upright against the railing before she could catch her breath. Her knees wobbled—still weak from the aftershocks—but the moment your chest pressed against her back, her body arched instinctively, presenting herself like she’d been waiting for this all along. The rooftop breeze ruffled her skirt higher, exposing the ruined lace clinging to her thighs, and you didn’t bother peeling it away before nudging your cock against her soaked entrance.

Leeseo gasped, her fingers scrabbling at the railing as you pushed in—*slow*, torturously slow, letting her feel every inch. Her head dropped forward, a whimper escaping her throat when you bottomed out, her walls fluttering around you like she was trying to pull you deeper. "F-fuck," she slurred, her voice thick, her hips twitching back against you involuntarily.

You gripped her waist, holding her still as you pulled out almost entirely, just the tip catching at her stretched rim. Leeseo made a noise like she’d been punched, her thighs shaking. "Don’t—" she started, but the protest dissolved into a moan when you slammed back in, the force of it knocking her forward until her cheek pressed against the sun-warmed metal railing. Her cunt was obscenely wet, the sound of your thrusts filthy in the open air, and you could feel the exact moment she gave up pretending—her body going pliant, her moans unfiltered and wanton.

"How does it feel?" you growled, snapping your hips forward hard enough to make Leeseo's palms squeak against the metal railing. Her breath came in punched-out little gasps, her spine arching as you bottomed out inside her. When she didn’t answer immediately, you brought your hand down on her ass with a sharp *crack*—the sound echoing across the rooftop. "I asked you a question."

Leeseo jerked, a high whine tearing from her throat. "I—*fuck*—it feels—" Her words dissolved into a moan as you angled deeper, your cock dragging against that spot that made her toes curl in her discarded heels. "Too much," she finally choked out, her knuckles white where they gripped the railing. "It’s too—*ohgod*—"

You smirked, slowing your thrusts to an agonizing crawl just to feel her clench around you. "Too much?" Your fingers dug into the reddening mark on her ass. "Or not enough?" Another sharp spank—this time with your other hand fisting in her ponytail, yanking her head back so you could watch her face twist. "Answer properly."

Her mouth opened, then shut, her eyelashes fluttering like she was trying to remember how words worked. "N-not enough," she managed, her voice wrecked. "Please—" The plea turned into a yelp when you snapped your hips again, the force of it driving her forward until the railing bit into her ribs.

"Please what?" You nipped at the sweat-damp skin of her shoulder, relishing the way she shuddered. "Use your words, sweetheart. Did your boyfriend ever make you beg like this?"

Leeseo’s breath hitched—a broken little sound—as you thumbed her clit in rough circles, matching the rhythm of your thrusts. "N-no," she gasped, her thighs trembling. "He doesn’t—*ah*—doesn’t fuck me like—"

"Like what?" You punctuated the question with a brutal snap of your hips, laughing when she sobbed. "Like you *need* it?" Her cunt squeezed you tight, as if agreeing, and you groaned at the sensation. "Christ, you’re *dripping*. Bet he’s never made you come this hard either, huh?"

Her silence earned her another spank, harder this time, the echo mingling with the wet slap of skin on skin. "*Answer*."

"*No*," she whined, arching back into your touch like she couldn’t help herself. Her ponytail had come undone, dark hair sticking to her flushed neck. "I—I didn’t even *squirt* before—*oh god*—" Her words dissolved into a moan as you crooked your fingers just right, her body bowing like a plucked string.

You nipped at her earlobe, grinning at the way she shuddered. "Knew it. Bet he just *pumps* into you like a dead fish." You slowed your thrusts to a maddening grind, relishing the way her walls fluttered around you, desperate. "Doesn’t even *try* to ruin you properly."

Leeseo’s fingers scrabbled against the railing, her nails leaving faint crescent marks in the metal. "S-stop—" she choked out, but her hips rolled back against yours, greedy.

"Stop?" You laughed, landing another stinging slap to her ass. "Your cunt’s sucking me in like you’re *starving*. You want me to stop?" You pulled out entirely—just to hear her whimper—then slammed back in, the force of it knocking a scream from her throat. "Didn’t think so."

Her body bowed under yours, her back arching as you snapped your hips faster. "Tell me," you growled, fingers tightening in her hair. "How many times did he make you come?"

Leeseo’s breath hitched, her words slurred with pleasure. "O-once—maybe—*ah!*"

You spanked her hard enough to leave a red handprint, your cock driving deeper as she yelped. "*Maybe*? Fuck, no wonder you’re this *desperate*." Her thighs trembled when you thumbed her clit, the rough circles sending shocks up her spine. "I’ll make you come till you *forget* his name."

She sobbed when you hit that spot inside her—once, twice—her vision whiting out as her orgasm ripped through her. You didn’t let up, fucking her through it, her cunt fluttering around you like a heartbeat. "Look at that," you murmured, dragging her back against your chest so she could see the mess she’d made—her slick coating your thighs, dripping onto the concrete below. "Bet he’s never *seen* you like this."

Leeseo whimpered, her head lolling against your shoulder, her body limp with oversensitivity. "P-please—"

"Please *what*?" You nipped at her neck, fingers digging into her hips as you thrust harder. "Use that pretty mouth properly."

She shuddered, her voice breaking. "Please—*fuck me* like you mean it."

"Count," you ordered, your voice rough against the shell of her ear as you pulled out suddenly, leaving her clenching around nothing. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, desperate—her hips jerking forward in a futile search for friction. "Count how many times you come from this." You didn’t wait for her to protest before slamming back in, the angle brutal, *perfect*, your cock dragging against that spot that made her vision whiten.

Her first orgasm ripped through her before you’d even fully sheathed yourself—her back arching like a bowstring, a broken scream tearing from her throat as she squirted, hot and shameless, all over your thighs. "O-one," she gasped, her voice ragged, her nails scraping against the railing. You didn’t give her a second to recover. Your thrusts were relentless, each one hitting her g-spot with surgical precision, her body jolting like a live wire under yours.

"T-two—*ah!*—three—" Leeseo’s voice cracked, her thighs trembling as another wave crashed over her, her cunt pulsing around you in a rhythm that felt like surrender. She lost the count by the fifth, her mind reduced to static, her body moving on pure instinct—arching, writhing, *begging* for more even as she sobbed from oversensitivity.

By the tenth orgasm, she was babbling—half-formed pleas and shattered moans, her words dissolving into gasps every time you bottomed out inside her. The rooftop was a mess beneath you both, her slick coating the concrete in glistening streaks, the evidence of her pleasure impossible to ignore.

"Twenty-seven," you growled against her ear, your fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Leeseo barely reacted, her body limp against the railing, her chest heaving. "Twenty-eight." Another brutal thrust, and she convulsed—her cunt fluttering wildly, her toes curling in her abandoned heels. "Twenty-nine." Her head dropped forward, her breath coming in shallow pants, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

"Thirty," you growled, your hips snapping forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock pulsed inside her. Leeseo's entire body went rigid—her back arched impossibly, her mouth open in a silent scream—before she shattered completely. Hot cum flooded her in thick spurts, mixing with her own slick as her cunt convulsed around you in rhythmic pulses, milking every last drop.

"*No—no, no, no—*" Leeseo's protests were breathless, her fingers clawing at the railing as if she could pull herself away, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs trembled, her hips rocking back instinctively to take you deeper even as she whimpered, "I'm not on the pill—*oh god*—"

You didn't slow down, didn't pull out. Instead, you ground deeper, your pelvis flush against her ass as you emptied yourself inside her, relishing the way her walls fluttered in helpless little spasms. "Should've thought of that before you begged for it," you murmured, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, punched-out—as another orgasm tore through her, this one so violent her knees buckled entirely.

She slumped forward, barely caught by your arm around her waist, her body still quaking as a final, obscene gush of slick splattered against your thighs and the concrete below. The aftershocks left her limp, her chest heaving, her lips parted around ragged little gasps. You held her there for a long moment, your cock still half-hard inside her, watching the way your cum dripped down her trembling thighs.

Leeseo’s fingers twitched weakly against the railing, her voice hoarse. "You... you *actually*—" She swallowed, her throat working. "I *told* you—"

"You came thirty times," you interrupted, dragging your fingers through the mess between her legs, collecting your release before pressing it back into her with two lazy thrusts. Leeseo shuddered, a broken noise catching in her throat. "Pretty sure that means you wanted it just as much."

She didn’t answer. Her head dropped forward, her hair a tangled curtain hiding her expression. You smoothed a hand up her spine, feeling the way her breath stuttered under your touch. "Relax," you murmured, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. "It’s already done."

A shaky exhale. Then, quietly, "*Fuck*." Her voice was raw, wrecked. "He’s going to—" She cut herself off, her fingers tightening around the railing until her knuckles blanched.

You turned her around, ignoring her weak attempt to pull away. Her skin was flushed, her pupils still blown wide with residual pleasure. "He won’t notice," you said, tilting her chin up with your thumb. "Not unless you *want* him to." The words hung between you, loaded. Leeseo’s breath hitched, her gaze darting away—but not before you caught the flicker of something dark in her eyes. Something hungry.

The rooftop air was thick with the scent of sex and perfume, the golden afternoon light painting the evidence of her pleasure in stark relief. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, her thighs streaked with a mix of fluids that glistened under the sun. You dragged a finger through it, watching her shiver as you brought it to your lips. "Tastes like you’re already thinking about round two."

Leeseo’s protest died in her throat when you kissed her, slow and filthy, your tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened with a gasp. She tasted like salt and surrender, her body swaying into yours as if she’d forgotten how to stand on her own. When you pulled back, her lips were reddened, her chest rising and falling too fast.

"Thanks for letting me do that," you murmured, adjusting your tie with fingers still faintly sticky from her. The elevator doors slid shut behind Leeseo, sealing her scent—jasmine, salt, *you*—into the confined space. She didn’t turn around, but you saw the way her shoulders stiffened when you spoke, the pulse jumping in her exposed neck.

The silence stretched like the ache between her legs. Then, just as the elevator pinged for the 14th floor: "Remember—just this time." Her voice was hoarse, a blade wrapped in silk. The doors opened to the empty accounting department, fluorescent lights bleaching the blush still high on her cheeks. "And if I get pregnant," she added, finally meeting your gaze in the reflective metal, "you’ll take responsibility."

The threat should’ve chilled you. Instead, heat pooled low in your gut at the way her teeth dug into her swollen lower lip—like she was already imagining it. "Okay," you conceded, stepping closer just to watch her breath hitch. "Sorry for that." The apology tasted like a lie; both of you knew it. "I’ll stay at the office tonight to overwork." Your fingers brushed the small of her back, fleeting as a secret. "If you want… you can join me in my room." The suggestion lingered between you, heavy as the perfume still clinging to her skin. "Just tell your boyfriend you’ve got overtime."

Leeseo’s nostrils flared. For a heartbeat, you thought she might slap you—or kiss you again, which amounted to the same thing under *Euphoria*’s influence. Instead, she strode out without a word, her heels clicking a furious rhythm down the linoleum. The elevator doors swallowed her retreating figure whole.

The spreadsheet blurred before Leeseo’s eyes, the numbers swimming into meaningless patterns as her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She exhaled sharply, pressing her thighs together under the desk—still sore, still *aching* in a way that made her bite the inside of her cheek. The office air conditioning prickled against her sweat-dampened blouse, but it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down her spine. It was the memory of his hands. His mouth. The way he’d *ruined* her against the railing like she was nothing more than—

*Focus.* She stabbed at her keyboard, deleting an entire column by accident. Three hours. Three hours since the rooftop, since she’d stumbled into the women’s restroom to clean herself up, since she’d scrubbed her thighs raw with paper towels and still smelled like *him* underneath her citrus perfume. Her coffee had gone cold. Across the open-plan office, she caught a flicker of movement—*him*, leaning over another employee’s monitor, his tie knotted perfectly, his expression all polite focus. As if he hadn’t left her trembling and dripping barely a quarter-day ago.

Her phone buzzed. A text from her boyfriend: *Dinner tonight? That place you like near the station.* Leeseo’s thumb hovered over the screen. She should say yes. Should go home, let him kiss her hello, let his hands roam over her body like they had a right to. But the thought made her stomach twist. His touch had always been… adequate. Careful. Nothing like the *claiming* pressure of fingers that knew exactly how to make her scream. She swallowed hard, her pulse jumping when she realized *he* was looking at her now—just a glance, just a flicker of eye contact, but it burned.

Her phone buzzed again. *???* Her boyfriend’s follow-up. Leeseo exhaled through her nose and typed, *Stay at office tonight, overwork. See you tomorrow. I love u.* She hit send before she could second-guess it, then flipped the screen face-down, her cheeks hot. It wasn’t a lie. Not really. She *would* be working late. Just… not alone.

The clock ticked toward six PM. Coworkers began packing up, bidding cheerful goodbyes, oblivious to the way Leeseo’s nails dug into her own thighs under the desk. She should leave. Should go home, shower, scrub the scent of *Euphoria* and sex from her skin. But her body remembered the weight of him between her legs, the stretch of him inside her, the way he’d *laughed* when she came apart. Thirty times. *Thirty.* Her boyfriend had never made her come once without fumbling.

You barely glanced up from the quarterly reports when the knock came—three sharp raps against the frosted glass of your office door. "Come in," you called, expecting a janitor or some junior associate who’d forgotten their keycard. The hinges creaked, and there she was: Leeseo, silhouetted in the doorway, backlit by the sterile hallway fluorescents. For a heartbeat, you didn’t recognize her. The black tank top clung to every dip and curve of her torso, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal the faint shadow of cleavage. No blazer. No demure office attire. Just tight fabric and bare arms, her collarbones gleaming under the dim desk lamp.

"Sorry if it took too long," she said, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind her. Her fingers plucked at the hem of the tank, a nervous gesture you’d never seen from her before. "I had to buy something like this." The unspoken *for you* hung between you like a challenge.

Your pen froze mid-signature. She’d changed out of her work clothes entirely—no skirt, just snug black jeans that hugged her hips, the kind she’d never wear to the office. Her hair was down now, tousled as if she’d run her hands through it in the elevator. The scent of jasmine and something darker—vanilla, maybe—wafted across the room. Not *Euphoria*. Just her. Just Leeseo, standing there like she’d walked out of a different life.

"You didn’t go home," you observed, leaning back in your chair. The leather creaked under your weight.

Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. "I *texted* him." A pause. Then, quieter: "Told him I was staying late." The way she said it—half-defiant, half-ashamed—sent a thrill down your spine. She’d lied. For you. For *this*.

The office hummed around you—the AC vent overhead, the distant whir of the building’s generator. You let the silence stretch until she fidgeted, her fingers twisting the strap of her purse. "That’s not what you usually wear," you said at last, nodding toward her outfit. A deliberate understatement.

Leeseo exhaled sharply, her shoulders squaring. "I *know*." Two steps forward, her heels muffled by the carpet. "You—" She stopped, her throat working. "You kept looking at me. Earlier. Like you were…" Her voice trailed off, but her meaning was clear. *Like you were already undressing me.*

Your chair rolled forward with a quiet scrape. "And?"

"And I *hate* that I liked it." The admission tore from her, raw as the flush creeping up her neck. She lifted her chin, defiant. "So I bought this." A gesture to the tank top, the way it clung to her ribs. "To see if you’d look at me like that again."

You stood slowly, circling the desk. Her breath hitched when you stopped just inches away, close enough to catch the pulse fluttering at her throat. "You didn’t have to change," you murmured, brushing a thumb over the delicate strap of her top. The fabric was thin, warm from her skin. "I’d have looked anyway."

Leeseo swallowed hard, her lashes fluttering. "That’s the problem."

"*It's the perfume, right?*" Leeseo's voice was breathless, her fingers already working at your belt buckle before you could answer. "*The effects made me... like this.*" Her palm pressed against the outline of your cock through your slacks, warm even through the fabric. "*Tell me it's just the perfume.*"

You caught her wrist, forcing her to meet your gaze. "*Yeah. New product. You were the subject.*" A beat of silence. Then, quieter: "*I picked you because I wanted you before the perfume ever existed.*"

Leeseo's lips parted—not in shock, but something closer to recognition. "*I want to be mad at you,*" she murmured, her free hand sliding up your thigh. "*The perfume made me horny. But your dick?*" Her fingers traced the length of you through your pants, deliberate. "*Your *skill*? That’s what ruined me.*"

The confession hung between you, thick as the scent of her shampoo. Then she pushed you backward into your office chair with surprising force, her knees hitting the carpet as she dropped between your legs. "*That’s why I came,*" she added, her voice dropping to a whisper as she yanked your zipper down. Your cock sprang free, already half-hard just from the look in her eyes.

"*Ugh, I missed this,*" Leeseo groaned, nuzzling against your length before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Her tongue darted out to catch the bead of pre-cum already forming, her lashes fluttering at the taste. "*Fuck. Even your smell is addictive.*"

Her mouth was hot, wet perfection—a velvet vise of slick pressure that made your hips jerk the second she took you deep. Leeseo didn’t flinch, didn’t gag. Just hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her tongue swirling along the underside of your cock like she’d memorized every ridge. "*Jesus—*" Your fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as she pulled back to drag her lips over the tip, catching the pre-cum beading there with a soft, obscene noise.

She alternated between teasing and relentless—one moment flicking her tongue against the slit in maddening little circles, the next swallowing you down to the root with a throaty hum that vibrated through your entire body. When you groaned, her eyelashes fluttered up, her dark eyes locking onto yours as if she’d been waiting for the reaction. "*Good?*" she murmured, the words muffled around your cock, her breath ghosting over spit-slick skin.

You tugged her hair just to watch her lips stretch wider. "*Too good.*" The praise lit her up like a switch—her hips shifting restlessly against the carpet, her fingers digging into your thighs as she took you deeper, *faster*, her nose brushing your lower stomach with every plunge. She’d clearly done this before, and well, but the way her body reacted to your approval? That was new.

Her rhythm stuttered when you curled a hand around the back of her neck, holding her still as you thrust shallowly into her mouth. Leeseo’s eyes rolled back, her throat working around you with a choked noise that sent heat straight to your balls. "*Fuck, look at you,*" you growled, watching drool spill from her stretched lips as you fucked her face in slow, deliberate strokes. Her fingers twisted in your slacks, *pleading*, but you didn’t let up. Not until her lashes fluttered, her cheeks hollowing around another desperate suck that threatened to unravel you.

You pulled her off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "*Not yet,*" you warned, thumbing the corner of her mouth where spit had smudged her lipstick. Leeseo blinked up at you, dazed, her chest rising and falling too fast. Then—without breaking eye contact—she laved a broad stripe up the underside of your cock, her tongue flat and hot, before swirling it around the tip with a precision that made your abs clench. "*Christ.*"

She grinned, wicked, her teeth grazing the sensitive head just to hear you curse. Then she ducked lower, her lips trailing down to your balls, her tongue lapping at the tight skin there until your hips jerked off the chair. "*You’re—*" You hissed when her nails raked up your inner thighs, her mouth returning to your shaft with a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. "*—gonna kill me.*"

Leeseo hummed, the vibration rippling through you as she took you back into her throat, her nose pressing into your pelvis. This time, when you tugged her hair, she didn’t resist—just let you set the pace, her throat flexing around each thrust as you fucked her mouth in earnest. Her fingers found your belt loops, *anchoring*, her body swaying forward with every push like she was starving for it.

The sight of her—lips stretched, eyes watering but still locked onto yours, her cheeks flushed with effort—was too much. You gripped her hair tighter, your hips stuttering. "*Gonna come.*" The warning came out ragged, but Leeseo didn’t pull away. Just sucked harder, her tongue pressing insistently along the vein beneath your cock as if to wring it out of you faster.

Leeseo pulled back with a wet gasp, strands of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the head of your cock. Her tongue darted out to catch the mess at the corner of her mouth, those dark eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that made your pulse hammer. "Am I a good girl, Daddy?" The words were barely more than a whisper, rough from throatfucking, but they hit you like a live wire.

Your fingers tightened in her hair. "Of course," you growled, thumbing her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper. "And I’ll reward you." The chair creaked as you stood, forcing her backward with your grip until her knees hit the edge of your desk. "Lay down. Spread those legs open wide." A command, not a request.

Leeseo hesitated for only a second before obeying, the leather desk chair creaking as she hoisted herself onto the polished surface. Her legs dangled off the edge, knees already parting before your hands even touched her. You trailed a single finger up the inseam of her jeans, watching her breath hitch when you reached the button. "These first," you murmured, popping it open with a flick of your thumb. The zipper came down agonizingly slow, the sound loud in the quiet office. Leeseo's hips lifted instinctively when you tugged, helping you peel the denim down her thighs—revealing black lace panties already damp at the center.

"You planned this," you accused, hooking your fingers into the waistband. She didn't deny it, just bit her lip as you dragged the fabric down, her scent flooding the space between you. The panties caught on one ankle—her fault for not kicking off her heels—and you let them dangle there, a flag of surrender. The tank top was next. You gripped the hem and pulled it up in one smooth motion, pausing when her arms lifted above her head. Her ribs fluttered under your palms, the rapid beat of her heart visible beneath pale skin. The lace bra matched the panties, sheer enough that her nipples were already peaked against the fabric.

"Last chance to back out," you lied, snapping the front clasp open without waiting for an answer. Leeseo gasped as her breasts spilled free, the cool office air making her skin pebble instantly. You palmed one, rolling the stiff peak between your fingers until her back arched off the desk. "Look at you," you muttered, dragging your thumb through the slick warmth between her legs. "Dripping before I've even touched you properly."

She whimpered when you withdrew your hand, but the protest died as you unbuckled her left heel, then the right, dropping them to the carpet with deliberate thuds. The final act was the necklace—a delicate silver chain her boyfriend must've given her. You snapped the clasp between your teeth, letting it pool in the hollow of her throat before tucking it into your pocket. "Mine now," you said, and the way her thighs trembled told you she understood exactly what you meant.

Naked at last, Leeseo looked like a Renaissance painting gone sinful—her skin flushed from collarbones to knees, one arm thrown over her eyes like she couldn't bear to watch, even as her hips tilted upward in silent invitation. You spread her wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Your tongue traced the shape of her before diving in—flat and broad against her clit, then pointed and relentless when you found the swollen bud beneath the hood. Leeseo’s thighs tensed around your head, her hips jerking off the desk with a choked gasp. You pinned her down with one forearm across her pelvis, your other hand already working two fingers into her, curling upward the second they slid home. Her body clenched around you, wet and pulsing, but you didn’t slow down—just crooked your fingers in that ruthless *come-hither* motion that made her back arch off the leather with a sob.

The noise she made when you hit her g-spot was half-scream, half-laugh—hysterical, broken, like she’d been caught off guard by her own body’s betrayal. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, her nails scraping against the polished wood as you redoubled your efforts, your tongue circling her clit in tight, rapid flicks while your fingers fucked her with piston-like precision. *“F-fuck, wait—*” Her plea dissolved into a moan when you sucked her clit into your mouth, your teeth grazing it just enough to make her legs shake. *“I can’t—*”

But she could. And she did.

The first spurt hit your chin without warning—hot, salt-bitter, her thighs clamping around your ears as her body bowed off the desk. You didn’t pull back, didn’t flinch. Just kept licking, kept *drinking*, your fingers milking her g-spot until the second gush came, then the third, her slick splattering across your cheeks, your lips, the front of your dress shirt. Leeseo’s hands fisted in your hair, yanking hard enough to hurt, her voice raw as she chanted *“ohgodohgodohgod”* between ragged gasps. The squirting didn’t stop—just kept coming in pulses, her orgasm wrung out of her like water from a twisted rag, her thighs trembling violently around your head.

When you finally lifted your face, she was a wreck—chest heaving, lips parted around silent, panting breaths, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Your fingers slid out of her with an obscene sound, her body clinging like it didn’t want to let go. You held them up, glistening under the office lights, before pressing them to her parted lips. Leeseo’s tongue darted out instinctively, her lashes fluttering as she tasted herself on your skin.

Your cock slid into her inch by agonizing inch, her body stretching to accommodate you, her walls fluttering around the intrusion. Leeseo's breath hitched, her eyes flying open to meet yours, her legs locking around your hips as if to pull you deeper. "Fuck," she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. "You're—Jesus, you're so big."

You growled, your hips rolling forward until you were fully sheathed inside her. "You can take it," you rasped, your voice low and commanding. "Take every inch of me, you little squirter."

Leeseo's pussy clenched around you at the words, her eyes darkening with lust. "Yes," she whimpered, her heels digging into your ass, urging you on. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."

You obliged, your hips snapping forward, your cock sliding into her in powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office, punctuated by Leeseo's moans, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Look at you," you grunted, your eyes locked onto hers. "Taking my cock like a good little slut."

Leeseo's body responded to the filthy words, her pussy gushing around you, her legs tightening around your hips. "Yes," she moaned, her head thrown back, her throat exposed. "I'm your little slut. Use me, Daddy. Make me come all over your cock."

Your thumb found her clit, circling it in time with your thrusts, your movements rough, demanding. "You're going to come for me," you ordered, your voice harsh. "You're going to come so hard, you're going to squirt all over this desk."

Leeseo's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm close," she warned, her voice breathless. "So close, Daddy."

You growled, your thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. "Come for me," you snarled, your thumb pressing down hard on her clit. "Come now, you little slut."

Leeseo's body obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her with a cry, her pussy clenching around you in rhythmic waves. You felt the first gush of wetness, her body squirting, her juices coating your cock, your balls, the insides of her thighs. You kept fucking her through it, your thrusts relentless, your thumb still working her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a sobbing, shaking mess beneath you.

But you weren't done with her yet. You wanted to feel her come again, wanted to feel her squirting all over your cock, again and again. You reached down, your fingers finding her asshole, circling it, pressing against it. Leeseo moaned, her body tensing at the new sensation. "Yes," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Fuck my ass, Daddy. Make me come again."

You obliged, your fingers sliding into her ass, your movements slow, gentle at first, then increasing in pace, in pressure, matching the rhythm of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Leeseo's body responded, her pussy clenching around you, her legs trembling. "I'm coming again," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I'm coming, Daddy."

This time, when she came, it was with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy squirting again, her juices coating your cock, your balls, the insides of her thighs. You felt her asshole clench around your fingers, her body writhing beneath you, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that made her entire body shake. But you didn't stop. You kept fucking her, kept working her clit, kept fingering her ass, determined to make her come again.

Leeseo's body responded, her orgasms coming faster now, her screams filling the office, her body squirting again and again, her juices coating you, the desk, the floor. You lost count of how many times she came, her body writhing, her legs shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. All you knew was that she was yours, that you were making her come harder than she ever had before.

Finally, when her body was trembling, her pussy clenching around you in weak, spent pulses, you allowed yourself to come. You groaned, your hips stuttering, your cock pulsing as you filled her up, your release hot and heavy, mixing with her juices, coating your cock, your balls, her thighs.

When the last waves of your orgasm subsided, you pulled out of her slowly, your cock glistening with her juices and your cum. Leeseo collapsed onto the desk, her body still trembling, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her spine, her hip, her thigh.

"How are you feeling, little squirter?" you asked, your voice soft, satisfied.

Leeseo's lips curled into a small smile, her eyes still closed. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice hoarse, exhausted. "I've never... I've never come that many times before."

You chuckled, helping her sit up, your hands gentle on her body. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Because that was just the beginning."

You flipped Leeseo onto her hands and knees on the desk, her ass in the air, her face pressed against the cool wood. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and pink, her juices dripping down her thighs, onto the desk beneath her. You ran a finger along her slit, collecting her wetness, bringing it to your lips, tasting her.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice low, mocking. "So eager. Your pussy's dripping like a broken faucet. Can't even hold it in, can you?" You ran your finger along her slit again, circling her clit, making her squirm. "Tell me, little slut, how many times have you come today?"

Leeseo whimpered, pushing her ass back against you, inviting you in. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please don't tease me, Daddy. Fuck me. Make me come again."

You chuckled, running your cock along her slit, coating it in her juices. "Make you come again?" you echoed, mocking. "You mean like this?" You pressed the head of your cock against her entrance, not pushing in, just holding there, teasing her.

Leeseo cried out, her body jolting forward, her fingers scrabbling at the desk for purchase. "Yes," she gasped, her voice breathless. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

You tsked, pulling back, denying her entry. "Not yet," you murmured, running your hands over her curves, squeezing her ass, her hips. "First, let's see how much you really want it."

You reached around, your fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing against it, not letting up, not giving her the friction she needed to come. Leeseo moaned, her body writhing, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Daddy. Make me come. I'll do anything."

You hummed, considering, your fingers still working her clit, your cock still teasing her entrance. "Anything, you say?" you murmured, your voice low, dangerous.

Leeseo nodded, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she gasped. "Anything, Daddy. Just please, make me come."

You smiled, satisfaction coursing through you. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Because I have a few ideas."

"Here's your first challenge," you said, your voice low, dangerous. "I'm going to fuck you. Hard. And you're not going to come until I say so. Understand?"

Leeseo's body tensed, her breath hitching. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice filled with trepidation and anticipation.

You rewarded her with a slow, deep thrust, sliding into her to the hilt. Leeseo moaned, her body jerking forward, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice ragged. "You're so big. So deep."

You didn't respond, just began to move, your hips snapping forward in steady, powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office, punctuated by Leeseo's moans, her breath coming in ragged pants. You reached around, your fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing against it, in time with your thrusts.

Leeseo's body responded, her pussy clenching around you, her legs trembling. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Daddy. I can't—"

"Shh," you hushed, your voice firm. "You can. And you will. Because you're my good little slut, aren't you?"

Leeseo nodded, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she gasped. "I'm your good little slut, Daddy."

You smiled, satisfaction coursing through you. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Now, don't you dare come until I say so."

The steady rhythm of your hips became almost mechanical, each thrust pushing Leeseo further toward the edge she wasn’t allowed to tumble over. Her back arched, sweat glistening between her shoulder blades as she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to leave marks. "Daddy—I can’t—" she gasped, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

"You can," you growled, gripping her hips tighter, your fingers digging into the soft flesh. "And you will. Because I said so." Your cock dragged against her walls with deliberate slowness, the swollen head catching at her entrance every time you pulled back just to shove in again, denying her the steady, building friction she craved.

Leeseo whimpered, her thighs trembling, her nails scraping against the desk. Her body was a coiled spring, every muscle taut, her breaths shallow and uneven. The frustration was palpable—her pussy clenched around you in desperate, involuntary pulses, as if begging for release. But you kept your pace cruel and measured, your fingers circling her clit just enough to tease, never enough to tip her over.

Then, without warning, her entire body locked up. A broken, high-pitched cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, violent and unstoppable. Her back arched sharply, her cunt squeezing you like a vice as pleasure ripped through her in waves.

Silence hung heavy for a single, suspended second.

The sharp crack of your palm against her ass split the air like a whip, the sound echoing off the office walls. Leeseo gasped, her body jerking forward from the impact, her thighs slick with sweat trembling against the desk. "Did I say you could come, little slut?" Your voice was low, dangerous, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back until her spine arched. A whimper escaped her throat, her lips parted around uneven breaths. "N-no, Daddy—"

"You disobeyed me," you growled, landing another stinging slap across her reddening flesh. Her cry was sweet—half pain, half pleasure—her hips twitching helplessly against the desk. "Such a naughty girl." Your grip tightened in her hair, forcing her to look up at you, her pupils blown wide, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "What do naughty girls deserve?"

Leeseo shuddered, her voice a breathy whisper. "P-punishment, Daddy."

Another slap, harder this time. Her whole body jolted, her cunt clenching around your cock as if trying to pull you deeper even now. "Louder."

"Punishment!" she cried, her voice breaking.

You smirked, tracing your fingers down the curve of her spine before landing another sharp slap against her already reddened ass. Leeseo gasped, her body jerking forward, her cunt pulsing around you in a way that made your grip on her hips tighten. "Call him," you ordered, your voice dripping with amusement. "Right now."

Her breath hitched, fingers scrambling against the desk as she shook her head weakly. "Daddy, no—he can’t—"

Another slap, harder this time, the sound sharp enough to make her yelp. "You don’t get to say no." You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear as your cock throbbed inside her. "Pick up the phone. Or I’ll make sure he hears exactly what you sound like when you come."

Leeseo whimpered, her thighs trembling as she reached blindly for her phone where it lay discarded near the edge of the desk. Her hands shook as she unlocked it, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Just... try not to get caught," she whispered, voice cracking.

You chuckled, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate grind that made her toes curl. "No promises."

Leeseo’s fingers trembled as she hit the call button, her breath shallow and uneven. The phone rang once, twice—each second stretching into an eternity as your cock twitched inside her, still buried deep. Then his voice filled the room, warm and familiar. "Hey, baby. You okay?"

She swallowed hard, her thighs quivering as you lazily rolled your hips, the slow drag of your cock against her walls drawing a sharp inhale from her. "Y-yeah," she managed, her voice strained but sweet. "Just… tired. Work was insane today."

You smirked, leaning down to drag your tongue along the curve of her shoulder, tasting salt and desperation. Your free hand slid between her legs, fingers circling her clit with featherlight touches—just enough to make her breath hitch mid-sentence. "Oh?" Her boyfriend’s voice was laced with concern. "You sound off. You sure you’re not coming down with something?"

Leeseo bit down on her lip hard enough to bruise as your fingers dipped lower, teasing her slick entrance where your cock was already buried. "N-no, just—" Her voice cracked when you thrust shallowly, the sudden movement punching a quiet gasp from her. "Just… overworked. You know how it is."

You chuckled against her ear, your breath hot as your teeth grazed the shell of it. "How long do you think you’ll survive this, baby?" you murmured, voice thick with amusement. Your fingers tightened around her clit, pinching just enough to make her jerk against you, her cunt clenching around your cock like a vice.

She whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white. "M-maybe I should… lie down," she stammered, her voice breathless. "I think I—oh god—I think I need to rest."

Your hand clamped over her mouth just as another thrust sent a full-body shudder through her. "Tell him you love him," you ordered against her ear, your voice dark with amusement. "Go on. Say it sweetly."

Leeseo’s breath came in ragged pants against your palm before you slowly removed it, letting her speak. "I—I love you," she forced out, the words trembling as your fingers returned to her clit, rubbing slow circles that made her thighs shake.

"Love you too," he replied, oblivious. "You sound really out of it. You sure you don’t want me to come over? I can bring soup or something."

You bit down on her shoulder at that, stifling your own groan against her skin as her cunt clenched around you in response. "N-no!" she yelped, then quickly softened her tone. "I mean… I’m fine. Really. Just… need to sleep."

Her phone clattered onto the desk, skidding dangerously close to the edge as you pinned both her wrists against the small of her back in one swift motion. Leeseo's wide, startled eyes met yours in silent protest—mouth parted around a gasp that never escaped—as you rocked into her with deliberate, deep thrusts that left no room for resistance.

"Leeseo?" Her boyfriend's voice crackled through the phone's speaker, tinny with concern. "Hello? Did you drop something?"

She clenched her jaw, teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to turn the skin white under the pressure. The muscles in her thighs trembled with the effort of staying quiet, her body strung tight as a bowstring beneath yours. But you knew her too well—knew exactly how to twist your hips just so, dragging the swollen head of your cock against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.

A broken whimper escaped despite her efforts, her breath hitching audibly as her fingers curled helplessly against your grip.

The phone slipped from Leeseo’s sweat-slicked fingers with a clatter, skidding across the polished desk just as you pinned both her wrists against the small of her back in one fluid motion. Her breath hitched—lips parted around a silent gasp—as her wide, panicked eyes locked onto yours in wordless protest. You merely smirked, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate grind that dragged a muffled whimper from her throat.

"Leeseo?" Her boyfriend’s voice crackled through the phone’s speaker, tinny with concern. "Hello? Did you drop something?"

She clenched her jaw, teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the flesh. Her thighs trembled, muscles straining beneath your grip as you fucked her with deep, measured thrusts designed to unravel her. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the office, punctuated by her ragged, uneven breaths.

But you knew her too well—knew exactly how to angle your hips just so, the swollen head of your cock dragging against that spot inside her that made her toes curl. A broken whimper escaped despite her efforts, her cunt clenching around you in involuntary pulses.

Leeseo’s thighs trembled violently as you drove into her with relentless precision, her body pinned between your grip and the unforgiving edge of the desk. Her wrists strained against your hold, fingers twitching helplessly as another sharp thrust forced a choked gasp from her throat. The slick sound of your cock plunging into her over and over mingled with the creak of the desk beneath her weight, every movement pushing her closer to the edge she couldn’t escape.

Her head lolled forward, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks as her breath came in ragged, uneven bursts. You tightened your grip on her wrists, yanking them higher up her back until her spine arched sharply, her ass pressing flush against your hips. The shift in angle dragged a broken moan from her lips—your name, half-sobbed, half-pleaded—as you pistoned into her with brutal efficiency.

Then it hit her.

Her entire body locked up, muscles taut as bowstrings, her cunt clamping around you like a vice. A strangled cry tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, as her orgasm ripped through her with violent intensity. “I—I’m cumming!” she screamed, the words cracking under the weight of her pleasure, her voice echoing off the office walls. Her back arched impossibly further, toes curling as her pussy pulsed around you, wetness gushing down her thighs in slick, shameful rivulets.

The moment her orgasm hit, you didn't hold back. With a growl that vibrated through her sweat-slicked back, you slammed into her one final time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitched inside her. Warmth flooded her depths in thick pulses, your release mixing with hers as her cunt milked you greedily through the aftershocks. Leeseo gasped—a wet, shuddering sound—her thighs trembling violently as your cum filled her, the sensation dragging another weak whimper from her swollen lips.

The phone lay abandoned near her trembling fingers, still emitting the tinny sound of her boyfriend’s confused voice. "Leeseo? What was that noise? Are you—" You smirked, plucking it up with one hand while the other remained firmly wrapped around her waist, keeping her pinned against you as your cock throbbed inside her, still buried deep. Leeseo whimpered, her body limp and spent, her thighs slick with sweat and the evidence of her orgasm.

You pressed the phone back into her shaking hand, your lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Answer him," you murmured, your voice thick with amusement. "Tell him you’re fine."

She swallowed hard, her breath ragged as she lifted the phone to her ear. "I—I’m okay," she stammered, her voice hoarse and uneven.

"Bullshit," her boyfriend snapped, his tone sharp with suspicion. "That wasn’t nothing. Were you—were you with someone else?"

Leeseo’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the phone as your hand slid down her stomach, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above where your cock still filled her. She shuddered, her thighs trembling as your thumb brushed over her swollen clit in a slow, deliberate circle. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.

The screen flickered to life before Leeseo could react—her boyfriend’s confused face filling the frame just as your arms hooked under her thighs, lifting her off the desk in one swift motion. Her breath hitched, legs instinctively wrapping around your waist as gravity dragged her down onto your cock, the sudden penetration punching a sharp cry from her lips. "N-no—wait—!" she stammered, fingers scrambling against your shoulders, but the phone had already clattered onto the desk, the camera angled perfectly to capture her bouncing in your grip, her toes curled helplessly above the floor.

For a frozen second, silence. Then—  

"Leeseo?!" Her boyfriend’s voice cracked through the speaker, high with shock. "What the fuck—who is—?!"

You answered by slamming her down harder, your hips snapping up to meet her, the wet slap of skin echoing obscenely through the office. Leeseo’s head snapped back, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her nails dug into your shoulders. "D-Daddy—I can’t—he’s *watching*—!"

"Oh, he’s watching alright," you growled, adjusting your grip to hike her higher, your cock grinding deeper as her thighs trembled around you. On screen, her boyfriend’s face twisted—horror, betrayal, fury—but Leeseo was beyond noticing. Her hips rolled instinctively, her cunt fluttering around you as another brutal thrust dragged a guttural moan from her chest. "Fuck—*fuck*—!"

The phone screen wobbled with each movement, her boyfriend’s strangled curses dissolving into static as you pivoted, pressing Leeseo’s back against the nearest wall. Her legs tightened around you, heels digging into your ass as you fucked her in sharp, shallow strokes designed to tease. "Tell him," you murmured against her ear, your breath hot. "Tell him who owns this pussy."

The force of your thrusts pinned Leeseo against the wall, her shoulders scraping against the drywall as her legs trembled around your waist. The phone lay forgotten on the desk, its screen still displaying her boyfriend’s horrified expression—his mouth moving soundlessly, his eyes wide with disbelief. But neither of you cared. All that mattered was the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the way her cunt clenched around you with every punishing drive of your hips.

"You feel that?" you growled, biting down on the curve of her shoulder as your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Feel how fucking deep I am?" Leeseo could only whimper in response, her nails dragging down your back as her head lolled forward, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her pussy pulsed around you, hot and slick, her body trembling on the precipice of another orgasm.

Then you shifted your grip, hooking one arm beneath her knees and spreading her wide—forcing her legs apart until her swollen, glistening cunt was fully exposed to the camera’s unblinking eye. Her boyfriend’s choked gasp crackled through the speaker, but Leeseo was beyond shame now. Her back arched, her hips grinding down onto your cock as you fucked her with relentless, brutal strokes.

"Look at him," you ordered, your voice rough with exertion. "Watch him watch you fall apart." Leeseo’s tear-streaked face turned toward the phone, her lips parted around ragged, uneven breaths. Her boyfriend’s expression twisted—betrayal, fury, disgust—but his gaze remained locked on where your cock disappeared into her, again and again, her pussy stretched obscenely around your length.

Then it happened.

Leeseo's entire body seized as the orgasm tore through her, her thighs clamping around your hips with bruising force. A guttural scream ripped from her throat—half pleasure, half humiliation—as her pussy convulsed violently around your cock, hot juices gushing down your shaft in slick, shameful rivulets. Her boyfriend's strangled gasp crackled through the phone's speaker, his horrified face frozen on the screen just as her cunt pulsed around you one final time, squirting hard enough for the translucent spray to glisten in the dim office light.

Then you let go.

A deep groan tore from your chest as your hips snapped forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitched inside her. Warmth flooded her depths in thick, pulsing spurts, your release mixing with hers as it overflowed—dripping down her swollen lips in sticky strands that clung to her trembling thighs. Leeseo whimpered, her body going slack against you, her legs trembling violently as you slowly pulled out, watching your cum leak from her well-used pussy onto the floor beneath her.

Her boyfriend's voice was barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "*What the fuck*—Leeseo?! Answer me! Who the fuck is—"

"She's just growing up and getting a little attention," his wife would say anytime he brought it up, "since when were you such a tightass? I wasn't much different when we met in our teens."

His wife was MOSTLY correct… He would never say it, but Jae's memory was pretty damn good and he would certainly put his daughter a bit higher than the teenage version of his wife when it came to beauty - speaking strictly as her father, of course. And he could swear that the clothes his daughter and her friends wore now-a-days HAD to be more revealing, but maybe that was just the overly protective father in him coming out. She certainly seemed to think so.

He and his wife didn't agree on much anymore, they'd gotten married early, too early in Jae's opinion and now things were just as steady as they could keep them. Leeseo was obviously a bright spot in their relationship, as was their younger daughter Jocelyn, who was just starting to come into her own at about fourteen. All in all, Jae spent a lot of time left to his own devices, and every other minute she'd allow, he spent with Leeseo. Jocelyn was in the phase where she spent all her time with her gal-pals; she didn't have much time for her dad at that age.

The familiar sound coming from his computer was exactly what he had expected it to be. "Leeseo Bennett has posted a new photo," it read. He opened the email and clicked on the link, expecting to feel his blood pressure rise when he saw her post.

His 18-year-old was in front of her mirror at home, wearing a frustratingly low and perfectly tight pair of jeans, plus a black tank-top that left about 6 inches of skin bare between that and her belt. Jae could swear that he hadn't seen a single post of his daughter that had covered that God-forsaken jewel on her belly button since her mother had taken her to get it when she was sixteen.

He knew Leeseo's post wasn't something to cause a scene over, but he just feared what guys who saw the photo would be thinking. She was too pretty - with that cute smile and the toned little body… he didn't want them looking at all. At 5'-4", all of 110lbs. and with a perfect soccer player and cheerleader's frame, he simply wished she would wear a burlap sack every day and be done with it.

Buuuuut she didn't. A couple times a week, around the same time of the day, Jae would hear the fateful 'bloop' that would signal the recurrence of his five to ten minute session of worrying and frustration. It was getting tiresome, and Leeseo wasn't getting any less bold.

A couple weeks ago, Jae had posed the issue to a few of the dads he knew after their weekly pick-up game of basketball. He waited for a few beers to lighten the mood, and asked if any of them had daughters who were doing the same shit as Leeseo.

"Yeah, but I put an end to it right away," his friend Bill said. "She may post on other places I can't see, but outta sight outta mind, right?"

His other friend Karl had a different perspective, saying that the more he tried to manage his daughter, the more she disobeyed him. He said that she didn't do it as much anymore, that maybe Leeseo was just in a phase. His friend Jim, who had a daughter he might have considered attractive were he 20 years younger, didn't say much on the subject, which was a bummer. When they were a few beers deeper and the conversation had shifted to women they found attractive, someone brought up a singer that was around Leeseo's age. Jim did weigh in then, saying he tried not to think of any girls that were near the same age as his daughter.

All in all, it seemed Jae was on his own. His wife wasn't going to go to bat for him, his buddies were all over the board, and when Leeseo posted another photo two days later of her with some guy's arms around her from behind, wearing a shirt that had two buttons too many undone near her chest and that same strip of skin visible around her midsection, Jae made up his mind.

"Leeseo, I've been meaning to talk to you," he said as she was scampering around the kitchen a few days later, "will you quit running around for two seconds," he said jokingly.

His pretty daughter bounced over to the seat next to him and perched on it with near-mocking enthusiasm.

"Yes daddy," she said.

"I know you like posting your photos and all, but I feel like you're forgetting some of the things we taught you about not attracting too much attention online."

Leeseo's smile waned, "you think my photos attract too much attention?" she asked.

"Well honey, I don't think you know everybody who sees them do you?" Jae asked in return.

"No, I guess not. But nobody's ever like… harassed me or anything because I posted a photo."

"Well I'm glad to hear that, you know I'd kick some ass if that ever happened right?"

Leeseo's smile returned. Her dad could be overprotective sometimes, but for the most part it was sweet and it made her feel like she'd always be safe as his daughter.

"I know dad, and I'm sorry if my photos made you mad." She said sweetly, feeling a little confused at the realization that her beloved dad was one of the guys who looked at her photos.

"They don't make me mad sweetie, I just want you to keep in mind that some boys… some men don't always act appropriately when they see a pretty girl. And please don't forget that your younger sister looks up to you."

Leeseo wanted to lighten the mood a little; she got his point. Putting her hands on the table and perking up she batted her eyebrows and said, "Does that mean you find me pretty daddy?"

Jae couldn't help but laugh at her childish act. He told her to knock it off and gave her a kiss on the forehead before ruffling her hair and going about his business. It felt good to get it off his chest, and he was hopeful that his daughter would put a bit more thought into what she posted.

That didn't last. The handful of photos that came in the next week started as 'acceptable' in his book and ended with a picture of Leeseo in one of her spandex running outfits stretching out tantalizingly on her bed. Even he, her father, couldn't avoid making the connection between what one is meant to do on a bed (other than sleep) and the gorgeous young brunette that lay on it.

One of the comments on her photo was from some guy who had to be closer to his own age than Leeseo's and with a shirtless profile picture exhibiting his tattoos. If Leeseo ever brought a guy like that home, he would move to a rural town in Arkansas and devote his life to keeping her away from guys like that until he was dead. 'Well… maybe that would be a little extreme,' he thought, but then he read the horn-dog's comment.

~Hey smokeshow, send me a message and I'll show you what a real man can do with that body.~

Jae had seen that kind of thing before when browsing the internet before. He'd seen all manner of crude comments on photos of beautiful women; this was probably tame as that kind of commentary went. BUT IT WAS HIS OWN DAMN DAUGHTER. He had no idea who the guy was. He prayed to GOD that Leeseo didn't either, and it sent him into a fit of paranoia that there could be 100 or so guys just like him that noticed his daughter's cheerleader outfit on the bed that had her school's name on it.

"Leeseo!" Jae yelled upstairs when he got home from work that day. In truth, he'd hardly been able to focus on anything after seeing his daughter's post and the comments it had received.

The little brunette appeared quietly, and took each stair with the kind of apprehension that only a teenager who was about to get a tongue-lashing from their father could know. She'd seen the comment too, and had deleted it very quickly as she'd done in the past, but her dad must have seen it this time.

Leeseo felt guilty; he was probably right that it was not good to attract that kind of attention from guys she didn't know. After her dad yelled at her the week before, she'd set her account to allow a smaller circle of people to see her photos, but that guy kind of slipped through the cracks. There had been a couple more comments she deleted today, but no doubt the "real man" comment was the one her dad had seen.

"I really don't want to have to keep going over this Leeseo… why don't YOU tell ME why I would be pissed off today."

"…because of my post?" Leeseo said quietly.

He was fired up, "I mean… come on Leeseo! Did you see the first comment on your picture? Who the hell is that guy? Do you know him?"

"I'm really sorry dad! He's works at the pool Taylor lifeguards for and I met him ONE time when I was picking her up. I swear he didn't seem like that when I met him. I unfriended him as soon as I saw it!" She was genuinely apologetic.

"Erghh, but that's my point! You never know how these guys are. You never know what they're thinking… if they could find you."

Jae could feel his temper up too high and he remembered something he'd read on a forum sometime after his daughter's latest post had set him to worrying about her.

'At some point, you've got to realize that you can't control everything your daughter does or posts online. Some girls like the attention, and it's doubtful you're going to beat that out of them. With all the promises of becoming a fashion blogger or an internet sensation, many girls even post with the hope to somehow profit from social media too! Statistically, it's unlikely, but you can't stop her trying without taking away all privileges, and even then, your daughter is probably much savvier than you and will find a way.'

He looked at his daughter, cowering in the chair and still looking absolutely beautiful. He wasn't going to be able to take that away from her and he didn't want to at all. After all, she HAD seemed to be aware of the inappropriateness of what her random commenter had said. She had even known who he was and had taken steps to prohibit him from seeing her photos again.

He sighed, seeing his daughter's eyes just beginning to glisten with tears. "I'm sorry Leeseo; I don't mean to yell at you." He walked over to her and put his arm around her. She resisted for a moment, probably mad at him, and then he could feel her relax and wrap herself around him too.

"I know I worry too much about you, I just forget that you're not my little girl that needs me to tie her shoes for her or pick you up at school because you pushed a boy down at recess."

Leeseo laughed in his arms, which caused a tear to fall down her face and soak into his shirt when it hit.

"Maybe that should be a comfort to me - that you used to beat on the boys in grade school who pissed you off."

She laughed again, and Jae gave her his typical kiss on the forehead before releasing her.

"I'll be more careful dad. And I know I probably showed a little too much in that photo…"

"A little huh?" Jae asked, "I think you know what I'd have said if you asked me about that outfit first."

Jae watched his daughter puff up her chest, flex her arms and saying in as deep a voice as she could muster, "You march right back upstairs missy and put on…"

Jae quickly reached out and clasped his hand over his daughter's mouth playfully - her impression of him was just too ridiculous and it had them both laughing.

When he released her, Leeseo looked deep in thought. After a moment, she continued meekly, "If you really want me to, I could send you my pictures before I post to see if it's okay?"

The striking teenager didn't really know how she came up with the idea, but it just seemed like the easiest way to avoid fighting over her posts and, though she didn't always like to admit it, he was probably a far better voice of reason than she.

"Well… I wasn't going to suggest anything that drastic, but if you're willing to check with me before you post something… I guess… well we wouldn't have to be seeing any of these anymore would we?" Jae asked, thumbing away one of his daughter's tears and seeing a smile return to her face.

She looked up at him with those vibrant green eyes of hers and the adorable face she'd surely gotten from his side of the family, "Okay daddy… I think I can do that. BUT… you have to promise not to say no to every single one!"

Jae rolled his eyes, "I know you're trying to become some big celebrity or something like that, and I won't stop you. Just please try and remember that when a girl is as pretty as you are sweetie, you've just got to be more careful is all."

"Alriiiight dad," Leeseo drolled, scrunching up at his instruction that was also kind of a compliment.

It was settled, and once again Jae felt better about the way he'd left things with his daughter. Maybe it was a little unorthodox, but it seems like their plan could work. She was the one who had suggested it, and if his daughter was willing to let him be the deciding factor on whether a photo was tasteful or not… by all means!

It took a few extra days before Leeseo worked up the nerve to prepare another post. Her friend Jaesy had asked her to post one of the necklace she was wearing so she could send it to her boyfriend for a birthday gift suggestion, and a boy she kind of liked in her chemistry class had 'friended' her a day before. Feeling a little bored in her free period, Leeseo decided she was due for a new pic.

Over the past few days, Leeseo had thought a lot about the arrangement she'd made with her father. On one hand, her friends would probably give her endless crap for getting "daddy's approval." A lot of them also thought he was cute "for a dad," and said so often. Imagining telling her friend Gaeul about it over lunch, Leeseo could just hear the relentless blonde's voice in her head saying that if she were in Leeseo's place she'd definitely send a 'nudie.' Nope, she would NOT be telling Gaeul about her new arrangement with Dad anytime soon.

On the other hand, Leeseo felt a strange pang of excitement when she snapped the picture and held her phone in her hand with a message prepared to send to her father. It wasn't anything she even considered risqué, so it wasn't fear that he was going to shoot her down. Unable to pin down her feelings on the matter, Leeseo clicked the send button..

Jae's phone dinged in his pocket as he stood in line for coffee that morning. He opened the message from his daughter, completely forgetting his new responsibilities when it came to her.

~I'm bored daddy, =/ can I post this?~

It was just a close up shot of his daughter in a light purple sweater that was unzipped all the way with a blue tank-top underneath. Her mouth was upturned in a cute frown with her tiny chin scrunched slightly. Combined with her big, puppy-dog eyes her expression was breathtaking. She had on a necklace he'd seen her wearing a lot lately.

Compared to her last post it was very tame, with the school books that were on her desk marking the bottom of the frame just below her breasts instead of displaying her whole body for the pleasure of its potential viewers. Still, seeing just the tops of his young daughter's breasts in the scooping neckline of her top made Jae thump harder for a few beats.

He had half completed a text to his daughter that she did NOT have his approval, when he stopped… and erased the typed words. Leeseo could do so much worse than this photo, and after all, she'd gone to school wearing that outfit.

Jae sighed, looked back at the photo of his baby, and told her it would be alright if she posted it. She had that adorable look of boredom on her face, and Leeseo looked pretty even though she probably wasn't even trying to. He couldn't prohibit her simply looking stunning all the time, no matter how hard he tried, nor did he want to! Though Jae found himself shielding his phone so that nobody would see him looking at a picture of his pretty young daughter, he actually felt glad to have the new line of communication with her.

When Leeseo received his response, a big smile wiped the boredom right off her face.

[Sure Leeseo, though you better not be doing that during class!]

~Of course not, I'm in my free period. See you after work?~

[Looking forward to it! Love you sweetie.]

She beamed for the next two periods. Any reminder of how much her dad loved her, which he gave her no shortage of, always made her giddy. Leeseo posted her photo and continued on with her day, but the fact that her dad had seen it first made it strangely different. She was definitely glad that she no longer had to fear that she would disappoint him with her post.

When they finally saw each other after school, Leeseo made sure to find her dad and kiss him on the cheek, showing him that she appreciated the slack he was cutting her. To Jae, it was almost like deja vu to see Leeseo in the same outfit she'd sent him a picture of.

They went for a walk together with the dog when Jae got home, a routine they usually played out whenever the two of them were available before dinner. It was nice; they'd been a little tense the last few weeks with their arguing, so they hadn't walked together in a while.

The thirty or so minutes they were out reminded Jae of why he always looked forward to that time alone with his daughter. He put his arm around her and looked down at the familiar piece of jewelry around her neck, briefly catching a glimpse of the neckline of her shirt that he'd noticed earlier. 'God she was pretty, and when the heck had she developed those breasts of hers?' Jae remembered when his young daughter didn't even need a bra, and now she must have been approaching a D-cup. He diverted his glance as quickly as he could, smiling when his little girl looked up at him.

"I know you hate my posts and all," she said at one point, sounding a little shy, "but thanks… for saying my picture was okay today."

"I don't HATE your posts honey," Jae replied, "I'm just trying to look out for you is all. Don't forget that I'm young enough to have grown up with social media too, even if it wasn't as universal as it is today."

Leeseo looked to be deep in thought. "Yeah, you and mom did have me really young… Speaking of which: what the heck dad! You were like twenty when you had your first kid, and you're freaking out about boys commenting on my pictures when I'm eighteen?!"

"Okay, wait a second, I know I'm saying that some things weren't that different when I was your age, but some things are. I would definitely say you should not be planning to have kids a soon as we did!"

"Oh, so I was an accident then?" Leeseo goaded.

She kept backing him into a corner; Jae had to laugh at how quick his teenager could be. "No, that's not what I'm saying. Jeez, I can't even keep up with you anymore. Come on, tell me you know what I'm talking about."

"Yeeeesss daddy, I know what you're talking about," she drew out, "and you're not even forty yet, so I'm pretty sure you can do more than keep up with me. Some of my friends parents are, like, ten years older than you."

"Well thank you for stroking my ego honey," Jae replied, wondering if Leeseo was just prepping him to ask for money or something like that - maybe another picture he wouldn't otherwise approve of. Apparently, that wasn't the case; she was just being sweet as usual.

"Think you can still beat me back to the house?" Leeseo asked when they were about a block away.

"Leeseo, honey, if there's one thing I know, it's that I could get back there and have time to post a picture of you coming in second."

Without warning, Leeseo took off running, the dog in tow.

"You little…" he said, starting about four strides later than his pretty brunette.

Sure enough, Jae was about to pass her but threw his arm around her instead, lifting her up off the ground with her long legs still pumping. He almost did so gracefully, but took a few stutter steps with Leeseo flapping wildly under his arm before stumbling, daughter and all into the grass in front of their house.

The two of them came to rest with Leeseo lying beside her dad, both fighting for air. They were laughing hard and looking straight up into the sky while they got their wits about them after the spill. Jae hugged his daughter close, immensely glad that they were back to normal, even if normal came with a new dynamic in their relationship. The dog licked at Leeseo's face, causing her to squirm around and turn toward her dad. They shared a long, loving smile before getting up to go inside for dinner.

Jae could not imagine loving his daughter any more than he did in that moment, and Leeseo felt exactly the same. Somehow, something that could have been awkward between them only made their bond stronger.

Friday afternoon saw a new post from Leeseo. Jae was sitting at his desk when he received a text from her and this time, he knew what to expect. He was not disappointed to see a picture of Leeseo in her bedroom mirror, looking gorgeous as ever. She had her sandy brown hair straightened and over one shoulder, and was wearing a bright-white sweater with a v-neckline plunged down deep enough to make Jae roll his eyes. It left a little bit of her tummy visible, but for once in far too long, it hung low enough that he could not see the piercing! The jeans she wore looked like they must have been difficult to get into. He could see right through the gap between her thighs and she looked… well… sexy.

~I thought I'd wear something that covered a little more for you when I go out tonight. Is it okay if I put this picture up?~

Again, he went through it in his head. Yes, he could see more of her breasts than he cared for any man to be able to, but otherwise she had on long sleeves and pants. Yet again, she could do far worse. He wished she didn't have to wear a bra that pushed her tits up to look so full in the neckline of her sweater, but he couldn't exactly say as much. It was a nice touch by his teenager that she was wearing it "for him," he thought. The little devil was as smart as she was pretty; the flattery worked.

[Well, it's not a turtleneck, or better yet a jumpsuit, but you've got the green light. Have fun tonight sweetie and please be safe.]

Leeseo giggled when she got his message. Thinking about the 'turtleneck' phrasing, she looked down at her tits and felt a bit naughty that it had been apparent she was showing them off in the picture she sent to her dad. She wondered why it didn't bother her that her dad was obviously looking at some of the features she was usually only proud to show the boys from school. Instead of fixating on it, she replied and finished getting ready to go out.

~A jumpsuit… really? I don't think I could look good in that no matter how hard I tried.~

[Maybe, but judging by that picture I'm not so sure. Home by midnight, don't forget.] Jae complimented her.

Leeseo had to read the message over twice to make sure the big smile it put on her face was the appropriate response. She read it again when she was getting in her friend's car to go out. Even though a bunch of the comments people made on her photo over the course of the night were complimentary, none of them put quite the warm feeling in her chest right about where her dad's eyes had inevitably been looking in the photo she sent him.

She thought of his words a few times that night, wishing more than once that the boys who she caught staring at her boobs could show half the maturity and appreciation for her that her dad did. He definitely set a high standard.

Leeseo woke her dad up that night as he dozed on the couch. He'd plopped down there after going out for drinks with his wife and some friends, thinking he would stay up the thirty minutes or so until his daughter got home, but not making it more than ten in front of the TV.

He opened his eyes and felt lips come gently into contact with his own, leaving a sweet residue behind.

"You should probably go up to bed daddy," said his eldest daughter. "Want me to carry you up?"

Jae laughed tiredly. "Ha, yea, wouldn't that be a sight."

He opened his eyes to see a much better sight. Once more, it felt somewhat secretive to be seeing his teenage daughter for the second time in her outfit, though this was the first time he'd seen it in person. Her breasts were even more prominent than he had deduced from the photo, and Jae was glad the picture hadn't done them quite the same justice or he would have spent the night worrying much more. The way he could see her tapered midsection leading to her perfectly rounded backside… even in those clothes… it made his head swim.

Jae threw his arm over his little girl, feigning like he needed her help up the stairs before she gave him another kiss-on-the-lips goodnight and they went their separate ways. Yet again, Jae felt the familiar regard for his beautiful daughter, and Leeseo went to sleep thinking about the way he'd complimented her via text, and then the look of sheer admiration in his eyes when she woke him up just then.

~Hi daddy! I'm going to a concert outside today, and it's gonna be pretty warm, can I wear this…aaaand post a picture??~

The text came Saturday while Jae was on the golf course in the afternoon. Leeseo was turned away from the mirror, showing a halter top that only covered her slender back with a tie around her neck and her lower back. As far as jean shorts went, the ones she was wearing in the photo at least went down below her butt, though they did nothing to hide that it was round and pert.

Seeing so much of her skin revealed was a little jarring. Of course it was all milky and smooth like the rest of her body was. She was also arching her back and sticking out her butt just enough that the pose nearly made Jae veer off the cart path.

[Damnit Leeseo! There's hardly anything in the back, what does the front look like?)

His response somewhat surprised her. She had suspected this one might be a bit much for her dad to handle, but did her dad want Leeseo to take a new photo just for him? She turned towards the mirror and snapped another photo, propping up her chest involuntarily so it looked good in the picture.

~Some of my friends are wearing bathing suits, do you want me to wear one of those instead?~ asked Jae's mischievous little girl.

Jae got the photo of his teenager along with her text, and felt slightly more comfortable with the fact that the top did a decent job of covering up her chest. He realized upon receiving it that he'd essentially asked his daughter for another photo, and hoped he hadn't crossed any lines.

[HELL NO! I guess you can wear it, but can you at least post the second photo instead of the first?]

Leeseo considered it for a second and agreed to post the second photo. Somehow the fact that the first one had been too revealing for her dad, and yet it would stay saved on his phone was a bit naughty; she wondered if her dad would delete the picture or not.

[You look very pretty, but we should really buy you some new clothes sweetie.]

Leeseo grinned wide when she got his text.

~Aww, thanks daddy. Wait…are you saying you'll take me shopping???~

Jae couldn't help a smile appearing on his own face. Looking down at the photo of his daughter, he felt certain that he wouldn't mind taking her out shopping at all. Maybe they could even get her some clothes that didn't always leave so much of her alluring body to his watchful gaze, and so many more men and boys she might encounter at her concert. The only way he could get back to work was to put his phone away and trust that his little girl would be responsible and make sure the guys around her kept their hands to themselves.

He was able to stash his worries that night, thankfully, and caught a movie with his wife before getting to bed relatively early. Jae fell asleep with the hope of going shopping with the pretty brunette who had smiled back at him each time he sneaked a glance at her photo over the course of the evening.

On Sunday, Jae awoke quite unpleasantly for his tastes. That was, until he realized that the commotion at his feet shaking him awake was actually his teenage daughter sitting on him and calling "Daddy…daddy… come on wake up."

As his vision cleared, he looked down to the foot of the bed where Leeseo was perched. She had on one of her typical crop tops, though this one was a good deal smaller than her usual number and stopped maybe 6-inches below her breasts. It had zig-zag stripes of red and white and a big, wide neckline clinging to her shoulders just where they curved.

What's more, the tiny white shorts she wore were incredible. They had four buttons right up the center, making it look almost like it was just a strip of white denim his daughter had wrapped around her and buttoned together that morning. They didn't cover more than a few inches of her gorgeous, tanned legs, which looked even more stunning as she kneeled at his feet. It was all Jae could do not to imagine his daughter perched like that on top of him for a far more nefarious reason.

"First…" started the little brunette, "can I post a photo in my outfit? And second, can we go shopping today? If we go early enough this morning we'll miss the crowds."

Her adorable voice was racing. Leeseo was actually terribly excited to go shopping with her dad. Sure, she knew that the outfit she'd chosen that morning would be way too sexy for her dad to let her post a photo online, but she couldn't help herself picking it - it was a teasing bit of rebellion that gave her a thrill.

Jae processed her words, shaking off his slumber and sitting up in bed so she could see he wasn't wearing a shirt. That voice of her friend Gaeul briefly materialized in her head, 'does he work out? It totally looks like he works out!'

"First…" Jae mimicked, "I'm going to pretend like you didn't even ask that first question." He watched as his daughter's face hardly changed. She knew it wasn't appropriate, and yet she HAD worn it. "And second, next time you decide you're going to jump on top of me while I'm sleeping, bring coffee!" He joked.

"I didn't JUMP on top of you! THIS…is jumping on top of you."

With that, Leeseo pounced from her spot at his feet and dove forward at her dad. Whether she intended to give him a kiss or to simply annoy him, she didn't exactly know. Either way, he handily caught her with his hands around her bare sides before she could come down on him. They wrestled, both laughing while Leeseo squirmed around on top of her father and he started to tickle her where his hands had landed.

Jae couldn't deny the feeling of having his hands on his baby was… nice. He'd eyed her slender midsection the second she woke him, and now he was dancing his fingers all over it while she writhed and gasped for air. Her little behind and those pretty legs of hers were straddling him and wiggling about, not unlike the way he'd imagined her for just a second when he first set eyes on her that morning. Feeling guilty, he tossed her to the side, though he didn't relent tickling her; the sounds of her squealing and begging him to stop were too damn adorable.

"That was cruel," Leeseo huffed once he let up.

"Cruel huh? Cruel like waking your dad up from a nice sleep at…" Jae looked over to the clock, "7:14 AM!"

Leeseo smiled and turned towards him with one arm propping her head up. "But don't you want to spend time with me, daddy?"

Her tone was just a shade charged. Something about it triggered her father to give her whole body an up-and-down scan with his eyes, as if that might be the reason he'd want to spend time with her. It wasn't true; he loved her more than anything and would spend every moment she'd allow together if he had the chance. But as his eyes gobbled her up, Jae wondered if he wouldn't mind watching her meander around the department store and model new outfits like the one she was wearing in bed with him.

The sprawled brunette saw him look. It was quick, but too obvious for her to miss. Her dad had totally just checked her out! She HAD laden her words with a little flirtatiousness, but she didn't expect that to earn her a hungry gaze from her own dad! Maybe she was overthinking it. Their eyes met, and Leeseo wondered if he knew she'd seen him look. From the way he just went right on talking she thought that surely he hadn't been looking at her with anything but fatherly intent.

"You've got me there little one," he said, calling her by the nickname that she sometimes hated and sometimes loved. This time she was okay with it. "Will you give me about ten to fifteen and then we can go get some breakfast?"

Leeseo agreed enthusiastically.

They hit their favorite breakfast spot and sat in the same booth her dad always insisted on. He got two eggs, bacon and buttered wheat toast - the usual. Leeseo went with the granola-yogurt meal, extra honey and a small side of pancakes. She didn't worry as much about what she ate in front of her dad.

As usual, Leeseo had to sit by while her dad subtly flirted with their waitress. They'd been coming there for years, and Miranda, the relatively pretty middle-aged blonde seemed to spend plenty of time filling their coffees. Sometimes, it embarrassed Leeseo. Today, she actually felt a little jealous. Jae saw his daughter roll her eyes when he chatted with Miranda after she'd filled their coffee for the fifth or sixth time. He quickly ended the conversation with their waitress, seeing his 18-year-old's frown switch to a satisfied grin as they both knew she'd gotten what she wanted.

Next it was on to the department store. They debated a few times over what was appropriate and what wasn't but Jae quickly caved on just about anything his daughter wanted. He did put his foot down on a see-through top that Leeseo tried to reason didn't show her bra THAT clearly underneath. In the end, she picked out two new tops, a new pair of those ridiculous jean-shorts she loved and a dress that he knew he wasn't going to like.

On the way to the dressing rooms, they passed through the swimsuit and lingerie section. No matter how many times he found himself in that section, whether it was with his wife or daughter, Jae would always feel out of place. Of course, his daughter stopped to look at a few, giggling when her dad would grumble as she held this one or that one up to her chest.

Jae browsed, looking as disinterested as he could muster, while flicking through a few tops and walking around aimlessly. He was hoping his daughter would wrap up soon so he didn't look like the creepy old man in the lingerie section.

His young brunette picked up one too many bathing suits that looked more like a thong, so Jae suggested a simple white one across the aisle. Leeseo walked over to him and picked it up off the rack, grinning devilishly.

"This one dad, really?" She asked, clearly knowing something he didn't. "This is not a swimsuit, it's a push-up bra."

"Oh well SORRY. I guess I'm not as fluent in the skimpy pieces of fabric you call clothing today."

Leeseo chuckled and leaned against her dad, "It's okay daddy. I like this one anyway; I think I'll get it."

Jae muttered something under his breath that she couldn't hear, but they both caught each other's eyes and Leeseo could see he wasn't mad, if a little embarrassed. She picked out her cup size, which her dad noted was 32D, and beckoned her dad to the dressing room.

Sitting on the bench by the entrance to the room, Jae waited for his daughter to try on her outfits in the stall nearest him. He was reflecting on some things he had to take care of at work the next day when he saw those shorts his daughter was wearing hit the floor around her feet. The zig-zag top followed.

Try as he might, Jae's brain lost the battle not to imagine what Leeseo looked like within the walls of the booth. She must have been wearing a strapless bra or something of that sort given the neckline of her top, and he knew from helping his wife with the laundry now and again that his daughter had nothing but the tiniest pairs of panties. He'd already seen enough of her body in that outfit today, but now his mind was conjuring up images of his teenager stripping it all off not ten feet away from him.

A few minutes later he was treated to a view of Leeseo's first outfit. It was the dress she picked out, an Aztec-print black and white number that hugged every little curve of her body. The bottom of it hardly came down past her round little ass as she spun for him. Of course, there were big voids in the sides of it that left her trim midsection bare, with only a single two-inch strap around the waist that split each of the spans of her milky skin in half. Jae could clearly see as he gazed at her just how impressive his daughter's figure was.

"Well, what do you think?" Leeseo asked, after a few seconds had passed with her dad's eyes on her.

Jae tried to hide any appreciation that might be un-fatherly, "You look very beautiful sweetheart. It fits you well. One question though, is it necessary that it be so short?"

Leeseo turned around and stuck her pert backside out towards the mirror, consequently giving her dad a wonderful profile-view. She didn't seem fazed by it at all. Inside, Leeseo was a little excited that he'd noticed.

"I don't think it's that short daddy; you can't see my butt or anything," She reasoned, proceeding to bounce her bubbly little ass a few times to be sure everything held in place. Jae's eyes widened as he watched his daughter move in a way that he thought for sure he wasn't meant to ever see.

Jae grumbled his usual acceptance and watched his baby disappear back into the dressing room. He couldn't take much more of this, and he scolded himself for not doing a better job of keeping his daughter's body a secret. As her dress hit the ground again, Leeseo's father attempted to gather himself and prepare for further onslaught of his beauty's fashion show.

By the time she got to the third outfit, Jae was a little better off, though he was troubling himself with the question of whether other dads like him found it inappropriate to go shopping with their teenage daughters. The third outfit was reason enough to question whether he'd need to prohibit further shopping sessions with his rambunctious brunette.

"So… do you want to see the 'bathing suit,' you picked out for me?" Leeseo asked with air quotes and a toothy grin.

"Absolutely not! And I swear to God if I ever see a picture of you posted online in that thing Leeseo…" He was trying to be playful, but Leeseo could tell he meant it.

"Oooh," Leeseo mocked, pretending to be scared though she knew damn well her dad was capable of scaring her plenty.

In the end, Jae caved and bought her everything. The dress was fucking expensive, as he should have expected. Still, looking at the items she'd chosen he knew they could have done a lot worse. It was a feeling he was getting all too familiar with and he wondered how long the thought that 'she could be wearing less,' would remain true. He was imagining Leeseo in the white bra and panties he'd seen the attendant place in a special bag and hoped the day never came where that 'outfit' looked modest.

'It was the most amazing day,' felt Leeseo, who was still energized by the time with her dad, and it was almost half-way through school on Monday now. She'd worn the white lingerie her dad had picked out that day, and was sooo tempted to send him a picture of her that morning, taunting him by asking if she could post it. She already felt like she'd pushed the envelope yesterday at the mall, joking that she would model the bra and panties for him if he wanted. It was kind of a nice feeling to be wearing the push-up that her own dad had chosen and then see boys stealing peeks at her throughout the day. 'If only they knew that daddy picked this out for me,' thought the mischievous teen.

Her dad was being decidedly unrevealing in his attitude towards her; she wondered if he felt the same subtle difference in their relationship that she did. It was nothing more than an extra spoonful of love, Leeseo reasoned… though a tiny part of her wondered if that was entirely true.

Jae had to admit to himself that he was actually disappointed when his daughter didn't send him any pictures to approve that week. His phone dinged a few times in the afternoon, and Jae found himself reaching for it quickly, only to be let down when it was just his sports app giving him an update on the score of the baseball game. Though he felt terribly guilty afterward, Jae did go back and look at the last few pictures Leeseo had sent him when he felt lonely that week.

On Friday, Leeseo was in the zone and getting ready to go out to a bonfire her friend Mark was throwing at his parents' place. It was the perfect night for her dress, and she checked herself out in the mirror remembering the wide-eyed look she'd gotten from her dad when she stepped out of the dressing room.

Simply by habit, Leeseo snapped a picture and posted it to her profile. It wasn't until she was out the door and walking to her friend's house for a ride that the teenager realized she'd forgotten the all-important protocol. She checked her phone, expecting a missed call or text message from her dad about the fact that she'd posted without his permission. She just hadn't thought of it; he'd bought her the dress and seemed not nearly as concerned about it as he was about the third outfit she'd picked out. It simply wasn't risqué enough for her to have taken the picture and felt it was a questionable post.

Leeseo was definitely nervous when she got in the car, worried she was going to spoil the good thing she had going with her father and get into a fight with him when she got home.

On the other end, Jae was sharing a happy-hour beer with a few coworkers when his phone buzzed. He didn't check it until he was taking a leak about twenty minutes later.

"Leeseo has posted a new photo," said an e-mail.

Jae was a little pissed. He stood in the stall, buzzed and wondering what the heck had happened that his daughter decided she wasn't going to ask his permission anymore. He opened the e-mail, and the picture of his daughter appeared.

'Well,' he thought, 'I did buy it for her.'

It was a photo of his beautiful daughter in that sexy dress that his wallet knew of best - nothing too over-the-top. Any anger he was planning on harboring melted away as Jae remembered fondly the smile on his daughter's face when he complimented her on how she looked in it… how it hugged her toned frame just right and showed just how much she'd developed by 18-years-old.

The fourth gin-and-tonic that Jae just finished probably acted for him. He pushed the thumbs up button next to his daughter's photo and put his phone away. He hadn't really done something like that before, but he thought that Leeseo would appreciate that he'd seen the photo and wasn't mad at her.

"Love the photo Leeseo," said Gaeul when she caught up with her at the party, "and the dress. Damn girl, you're going to be swatting guys away tonight. Real quick, who is cbennett78?"

Leeseo knew that username well, "It's my dad, why?"

Gaeul laughed out loud, "Oh my god, your DAD liked a photo of you in that dress??"

She started to repeat the same phrase when Leeseo clamped a hand in shock over her friend's mouth. Gaeul was laughing into Leeseo's palm.

"Shut up!" she scolded, "he probably doesn't know that anyone can see that he liked it. He bought the dress for me - he's just being nice!"

Gaeul could see the look of disdain on her friend's face, "Okay okay!" she relented, prying the brunette off of her, "I'm not saying I wouldn't be gaga over it! Your dad is so hot will you please, please, please set me up with him."

Leeseo growled and walked away, Gaeul following quickly after her. "Oh come on Leeseo', why do you always get so mad at me when I talk about your dad?"

"Because he's my DAD! What do you want me to do, agree with you when you say how badly you want to get on him?" Leeseo asked, feeling a little less protective and sensing the first sips of her mixed drink finally getting to her.

"Well, that's a start," Gaeul joked, "you could ask him to check out some of my pictures too, or maybe you could just give me his number and I'll send them myself!"

Leeseo gave her friend an eye-roll and a push. She'd had enough of Gaeul's incessant fawning over her dad for the night. Still, it was tough not to think of her dad and try to connect what Gaeul found so attractive about him… he was a good-looking dad to say the least. Leeseo decided to be simply proud of that, and felt a warm sensation in her chest as she thought of the fact that he'd liked her photo instead of yelling at her. She'd have to reward him for that later.

Jae got to ask a few of his buddies that night about their own daughters. One of them, in a response that denoted exactly how much he'd had to drink that night, actually said that "having a nineteen-year-old was next to impossible when your wife isn't giving it to you anymore." Jae stayed quiet, but knew exactly what the inebriated dad meant. He sensed that a few of the other men they were with might have felt the same. It was comforting to know that he wasn't alone, or some kind of pervert.

The bonfire was fun, but Leeseo decided that she was going to make her way home rather than stay at the house of one of the boys whose parents were away for the weekend. Sometimes, weird things tended to happen at those sleepovers, and she didn't feel like lying to her mom and dad about where she was staying that night.

When Leeseo got home, her mom was already asleep and her dad wasn't even home yet. He was never short of energy, she thought. This wasn't the first time he'd outlasted her on a night out. Feeling more than a little buzzed, Leeseo stripped off her dress and looked in the mirror. The bra and panties her dad had mistakenly picked out were definitely her new favorite set. Her tits had never looked better, or bigger than they did now. She reminded herself to hit the gym tomorrow due to the beers she'd enjoyed that evening.

For some reason, the combination of a few things had the inebriated brunette reaching for her phone as she sat down on her bed. Earlier that day, she'd put on the bra and panties, feeling naughty that her dad had chosen them for her. Gaeul had done as she usually did, inserting thoughts into Leeseo's head about banging her dad. And then, she always did get a bit frisky when she'd been drinking.

Thinking about how he'd liked her photo earlier that day, Leeseo subconsciously took a photo of herself in the mirror, legs slinked over the bed, back arched and nothing on but the white push-up bra and panties. She knew she looked incredible, and whatever part of her it was that kept getting excited every time she sent her father a photo, typed out a message and hit send without her thinking twice.

An agonizing silence followed.

At the bar, things were winding down and Jae was sensing that nobody was willing to head to the late-night dive a few blocks away with him. He didn't think to check his phone until he was in the cab on his way home.

The preview of the message from 12:47am read:

~HOpe you're having a fun night with yoourfriends daddy! CanI post this one before I go to bed??~

It was laden with enough errors for him to know his daughter had been drinking. Still, Jae was not at all prepared for what he saw when he unlocked his phone. He sat there, definitely too many drinks deep to think straight, and a few too many more to react appropriately to what he saw.

Leeseo was sitting on her bed, lit dimly by the lamp next to her, wearing only the white bra and panties that he'd suggested by accident at the store.

His mouth dropped open.

He'd seen her in a bathing suit; but this was fundamentally different. He'd never seen something so sexy and captivating as her in his whole life. He zoomed in instinctively to get Leeseo's body to fill the whole frame. The panties were so tiny; they almost disappeared with her legs crossed over the edge of the bed. Her breasts were…ohgod they were perfect. Pushed up in the bra they looked bigger than he'd ever seen them before, just the right size though he always thought they were generous for a fit girl like her. Every little bit of her was smooth and milky and Jae found himself not only shielding the phone as if the empty seat next to him might peek, but shielding his crotch as well for something had stirred there he couldn't control.

She'd taken that photo just for him. Leeseo knew damn well that her dad would never allow that online, and even at her densest moment, she was far too smart to post something that provocative. The photo of his little girl was intimate, inappropriate, and perhaps the most exhilarating sight he could recall seeing for a long time.

His fumbling fingers typed of their own volition:

[Not in a million years… You do look beautiful in that like I thought you would baby. even though you might as well be wearing nothing.]

When her phone finally buzzed almost thirty minutes after she'd sent the photo, Leeseo jumped in bed. She couldn't hope to fall asleep; her drunken-self was simply too anxiety-ridden about how her dad would respond to the message she sent.

His response floored her. Like before, she had to read it over almost five times before she was sure she hadn't taken it the wrong way. Her lithe little body buzzed with excitement - her thumping heart, the butterflies in her stomach, and a needy little tingle beneath her bottoms. There was only one appropriate response to her dad's message…

~So… this would be out of the question then?~ said the words that appeared on Jae's screen before he swiped his finger to open the message.

If he had been floored before, this time Jae couldn't contain himself. He told the taxi to stop immediately - he needed some air. The driver obviously thought his passenger was about to hurl as Jae overpaid him by about $20 nearly a mile short of their destination and bounded out of the car to the sidewalk.

He stared down at the image, putting his face entirely too close to the screen. Leeseo was on the bed as before, but she had turned sideways and there was something significantly different about her clothing.

The tiny white bottoms she'd been wearing were halfway down her thighs and her legs were tucked underneath her. She was perched on the bed and only a perfectly placed shadow concealed the most unholy place a father could ever see of his own offspring. Likewise, her bra had been unclasped, and the arm that wasn't snapping the photo of her was all that held it in place on her unbound breasts.

Whether he would have admitted it to himself while sober or not, Jae looked at the photo with more lust than he could recall ever feeling towards his wife or any other woman. This wasn't just him hungering for her over some online posts she didn't even know he'd seen. It wasn't Jae silently admiring how his daughter looked in her cheerleading outfit or swimsuit. Leeseo had sent HIM a photo directly - one so seductive and entrancing that he couldn't tear his eyes from it. He couldn't withhold his desire for her. She was an adult now, she always reminded him, and this was his gorgeous, adult daughter teasing him with more of her body than he ever hoped to see.

And yet, Jae was still, above all things, a father. He couldn't just send back what he might have if Leeseo wasn't his own little girl - 'why don't you take it all off and wait for me to get home,' or something like that. He kept it together as best he could.

[Dear God Leeseo, you're going to give me a heart attack at 38! I swear you are in so much trouble if that photo goes anywhere but my phone!]

This message came back to her sooner, she was immensely grateful.

~Don't worry daddy, for your eyes only…~

[Good. Now quit tormenting me and get some sleep, my beautiful daughter.]

Once again, her body begged for attention. It wasn't hard for her to come to the realization that the attention she wanted that night was from the man she was sending naughty pictures to. Maybe it was just the booze talking, but she couldn't get the fantasy out of her mind that her dad might barge in and help her take the dangling lingerie off the rest of the way.

He didn't send anything else, and neither did Leeseo. Jae was afraid of what he might say. The two pictures and words weighted with taboo and desire were enough for that night. He didn't need to bring his phone into the bathroom with him as he showered off the smell of the bar; Jae knew every inch of his daughter's body well enough to imagine that she was right there next to him.

With the steamy-hot water of the shower cascading over him, and the erection that had existed since first opening Leeseo's message, Jae soon found himself stroking himself up and down. With his eyes closed, he imagined his teenage daughter just as she had been in the photo - just as she likely was in her room nearby… just as she wanted him to.

Likewise, Leeseo fidgeted about in bed, rubbing her legs together against the covers and thinking of her father in ways she knew she wasn't supposed to. After she heard him come home and regrettably not come in to kiss her goodnight, Leeseo simply couldn't help herself. She kicked her covers down furiously and pulled her bottoms all the way off.

While Jae pretended it was his daughter's hand stroking him instead of his own, or perhaps something naughtier, Leeseo firmly rubbed her clit and dreamed it was her father's fingers upon her. Her young pussy was already dripping wet, and when she began to rub it, the slick sound of her fingers moving needily were present in the room.

If he were to merely walk a few steps over to the bedroom across the hall, Jae knew what could be in store for him. His knees spasmed just thinking about what he and his daughter might accomplish together.

If Leeseo were to merely text her dad that she needed him to come to her room, she could allow him to find her the way she was now - knees up on the bed and in perfect position for him to do any number of things she could beg him to.

The two of them masturbated with unstoppable lust, unknown to each other but knowing they'd started something forbidden and undeniable between them. Leeseo's back arched, her hips lifting off the bed and her fingers moving relentlessly over her pussy while she struggled not to scream. Her father's body tensed and his head rolled back, feeling orgasm wrack him.

It was so bad, and she knew it, but nothing had ever made her cum harder than she did that night. Leeseo had to roll over to the other side of the bed and change her sheets in the morning because she made such a wet, naughty mess thinking of her dad that night. With a twinge of shame and a refusal to shake his baby from his thoughts, Jae held his hand firmly at the base of his cock, imagining it buried deeply while he ejaculated an impressive amount to the shower floor. His head found his pillow with surprising relief, feeling the alcohol lull him into a deep sleep.

Both of them woke up the next morning thinking the same things. 'What the heck happened last night?' and 'What got into me?' Jae was wondering if he had simply imagined it all, he tended to have some crazy dreams when the bottle got the better of him on a night out. As soon as he got the chance to have a quiet moment to check his phone, he opened up his messages to see Leeseo's pictures from the previous night.

It was no dream. Seeing them in the light of day did little to dissuade Jae of his daughter's beauty, but reading his own messages stung him deep. He cursed himself for being so forward with her. He remembered getting himself off in the shower before going to bed and was frightened at how easily his base desires had taken over. He owed Leeseo more respect than that and he wouldn't blame her for sending him a picture that he'd enjoyed too thoroughly.

Leeseo felt a little guilty too, but not so much as her dad. That was, at least, until they met that morning over breakfast. He was different - still all smiles and asking her about what she was up to that day, but he was distant.

The part of Leeseo that had gone to sleep tickled that her dad had appreciated her photos so much ached for his attention. She didn't necessarily want him to come strip her down right there in the kitchen, but some extra affection would have been nice.

He didn't give it to her, no matter how badly they both wanted it. They shared breakfast together, she told him about her night and he did the same, and when Leeseo tried to bring up the late-night exchange, her father rebuffed her handily.

"You were out late, huh daddy?" she asked sweetly.

"Yeah, those guys I work with can be rowdy; I bet you've seen that once or twice." He replied

"I know, but you can be rowdy too! I bet you were the one trying to stay out instead of going home swapping text messages with your daughter." She suggested, looking at him expectantly.

"Maybe, but it was time to come home," he said.

She tried one more tactic, "Sorry I forgot to ask your permission to send that picture of me in the dress. I guess I knew it was a lot more acceptable than the other photos I sent you last night."

Jae saw what she was trying to do, but he simply couldn't play into it that morning. Whether he intended to put an end to what was developing between he and his daughter or not, Jae hadn't decided, but the intense feelings he had towards her the night before simply couldn't be ignored. If Leeseo was feeling anything near what he had, Jae knew he was going to have to be the voice of reason when the first picture came through with his daughter wearing nothing at all. He responded to his teenager with a non-committal laugh and said it was okay that she'd posted.

'This sucks,' thought Leeseo when she and her dad parted later that morning. She found herself getting angry at him - frustrated that he could act one way the night before and totally different the next morning. She threw herself on the bed, seeing the sheets she'd bundled up next to her and feeling embarrassed instead about the pure ecstasy she'd clung to the night before as she howled into her pillow to keep quiet.

Jae was no dummy. He could feel it as she sauntered by him later that day on her way out to run. She threw some one-word answers his way anytime he saw her after that and her father was vividly reminded of the moods his wife used to get into when they were arguing at an age not far off from Leeseo. One thing he did remember about those moods, is that his wife was usually just looking for something from him. All it might take is a little display of affection and perhaps Leeseo would return to the spunky little firecracker that she had become in the last few years.

A few days went by like that. After school on Tuesday, it seemed that Leeseo had almost forgotten to be angry at her dad and had gone right into telling him about her history class and how Juan Martinez had yel…

And then, as suddenly as she'd started, Leeseo decided that she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction if her dad was going to make her feel so guilty about crossing the line with him. For the same reason, she hadn't posted nor sent a single photo his way over the past few days, not wanting to be the one to initiate either a cordial conversation or an argument.

He felt awful. Jae hated to admit it, but his daughter's silent treatment was working on him. In part, she was right to be mad. He had definitely pulled a 180 on her and that just didn't seem fair. Yet he was trying to be responsible, trying to stop something from happening that his daughter wasn't capable of understanding.

'Who am I kidding?' Jae thought when he was emptying the dishwasher after a particularly tense dinner with Leeseo at his side. Even his wife and their youngest daughter sensed they were fighting, though they would never have guessed why. Here he was, being the 'responsible one,' and yet how many times had he looked at those photos she'd sent him the other night? Five times? Ten? The fact that Leeseo was more desirable to him now than he could stand to admit had nothing to do with whether he'd received her photos in a drunken moment or not. And the messages he sent back… what was that phrase: 'drunken words are sober thoughts.'

At the very least, Jae resolved to ease up on the radio silence towards her when it came to… whatever it was that was going on between them. Caution was probably important, but confusing the crap out of his 18-year-old daughter was definitely something he wanted to avoid as well. All of those thoughts were jumbling around in his head when Leeseo sidled in next to him to help empty the dishwasher as her mother had instructed.

Like him, she was growing tired of the space between them. For a few weeks, she'd been overjoyed to explore the new ways she was relating to her dad and the attention he'd seemed so willing to bestow. Then it was gone, and no matter how frustrated that was making her, Leeseo was at that point where she just wanted SOMETHING back. If it took crowding him next to the dishwasher, so be it.

They both smiled apprehensively at first, maintaining that awkward silence that had plagued them for the last few days. A minute later, Leeseo felt suddenly shoved in the direction she was bending to put silverware away in the drawer.

"DAD!" She whined, hip-checking him back angrily.

Their eyes met, and they stared determinedly at each other for a few seconds. When Leeseo simply couldn't hold her grudge for another second, a smile sneaked past her defenses and was revealed at the corners of her mouth. Her father's face softened immediately.

And just like that, they were on their way back to 'normal.' Jae tickled his daughter where he had in bed the other morning after looking at her bent over in that tank-top and cotton shorts became a little too tempting. Leeseo hit him on the arm and then wrapped herself around him to still his arms when he wouldn't stop pinching her butt. By the time the dishes were all put away and some water had been splashed while they cleaned and refilled the dishwasher with dirty ones, both father and daughter felt silly about the way they'd treated each other for the past few days and what they'd been missing out on.

Their mutual affection was cemented when Leeseo came downstairs to watch a movie with her parents and little sister. She was wearing one of dad's old baseball t-shirts that draped down around the waist, though he saw nothing underneath it. Jae hadn't commented on any of her clothes lately because of the tension but the blue and white t-shirt was a little too sexy to let go. He spoke quietly to her when she came and plopped down next to him, immediately wrapping one of his arms around her and dangerously close to her teenage breasts.

"You know that's a t-shirt and not a dress right sweetheart?" Jae asked.

"Oh relax daddy, I'm wearing underwear… well… the bottoms at least."

She didn't look up at him, only squeezed his arm right against her. Intentionally or not, Jae knew he was feeling was his daughter's bare breast under the old tee. He didn't pull away, and Leeseo snuggled into him as he held her comfortably for the entire movie until they kissed goodnight and parted ways. As if connected by more than just genes, Leeseo sent her gratitude to her father in the form of sleepy content while she drifted off and Jae felt it as he fell asleep loving her more than ever.

~I'm due for a post dad, does this cover enough?~ read a text from his daughter when Jae was at work the next day.

He laughed aloud, apologizing to his coworker who was standing next to him at the copier. Leeseo had put on the nun-costume she'd worn two years ago for Halloween. It certainly covered more than he was used to, but upon closer look, Jae could see his daughter's cleavage in the few buttons she'd left undone. It was a curious thought, considering whether Leeseo had done that purposefully or not.

[You know, as much as I'd like to keep you all wrapped up like that, the nunnery won't suit you sweetie, the last few pictures were more the Leeseo I know.]

Leeseo gasped, wondering what exactly he meant by that. Another text followed quickly after:

[I'm kidding of course Leeseo, that one didn't cover nearly enough so don't go getting ideas]

Still, Leeseo liked that her dad was back to the way he had been before. When she was stripping out of the costume and wearing only a simple pair of pink boyshorts with a soft cotton bra, the scantily clad teenager thought to send another image of herself, but remembered the trouble that had gotten her into the last time and decided against it.

~I guess you know better than anyone that I can be a bad girl sometimes… How about this?~

She was wearing just a regular light-blue tank-top and some jean shorts short enough that the pockets stuck out in the front. He didn't want to know what the backside looked like, though a dirty part of his brain considered asking.

Jae was glad to be getting the messages from his daughter again, so he decided to compliment her a little more directly. He knew how hard she worked to stay in shape, they'd talked about it plenty.

[You look beautiful, all your workouts really show honey. Though, I wish showing me could be enough instead of ten thousand shirtless guys with tattoos.]

Though she felt like sending something snappy back to him, Leeseo had this odd feeling that maybe showing her dad WAS enough. She decided she still wanted to post the picture, but it was mostly because of the compliment her dad had given her making her proud of her body.

~Thanks daddy! Will you send me one of you?~

[Right now?] He asked

~Yes! It's only fair, plus you always look so handsome in your dress shirts. Maybe I'll show my friend Gaeul~

Leeseo waited a moment before she got a picture from her dad. She giggled, seeing him leaned back in his chair and casually taking a selfie like he'd been doing it his whole life. God she loved him, and she wished he could come home right then so they could hang out.

[I'd appreciate if you didn't show that to her, she's a bit of an aggressive one, that friend of yours huh?]

~Ohhh daddy, so handsome. You should unbutton one of those buttons though, it would make you look more comfortable. And yes, Gaeul tells me all the time she thinks you're cute… I try to ignore her.~

Jae looked around and when nobody was looking he did undo one of his buttons. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror later, he DID look a bit more at ease. Leeseo was always the go-to on fashion advice, it seemed.

[Well you can tell her that your dad only has eyes for you.]

[Maybe don't tell her that. You know what I meant.]

~Hahaha, yes I know what you meant dad. Love you, come home soon and we can go for a walk.~

[Screw it, I'm coming home now.]

Leeseo beamed with excitement, and once again was getting just what she wanted. Sure enough, he was home in no time and changed so they could go on a long walk with the dog. Jae saw his beautiful daughter for the second time that day, and the picture didn't do her justice. Just as he'd suspected, the backside of her shorts was so close to the bottom curve of her butt that it made his heart skip a beat when she trotted a few steps ahead to keep up with their shepherd. His hand might have slipped down to feel the taut denim over Leeseo's butt once or twice, but Leeseo didn't make any indication that she sensed it.

She had, but was utterly content to let her dad put his hands wherever he pleased.

Another week went by, and a couple more posts marked the passing days as Leeseo and her dad got into a rhythm that any father-daughter duo would envy. The precocious brunette did her usual - pushing the boundaries with her posts, but at some point she lost track of whether she was doing it for her followers' benefit or her dad's. When he told her that the sports bra and spandex shorts she wore to cheerleading were not appropriate, the deviousness she felt was because she'd really only taken the picture for him anyway.

They got touchier too. One night while watching TV her dad had set his hand on her abdomen and gravity had slowly pulled it down until his fingertips were just about under the waistband of her tiny shorts. Leeseo simply couldn't sleep that night until she had fingered herself into a wriggling little orgasm, imagining that he hadn't stuck by his better judgment and instead let his fingers roam further.

When her dad was reading the paper in the morning later that week, Leeseo took her bowl of cereal and plopped down right in his lap, as if there weren't two more stools for her to occupy next to him. There could be no mistaking that she was intentionally shifting her butt around in his lap as she teased him saying "I just wanted to be close to you before you left me for work." There was also little secret that when Jae couldn't take it anymore, it was the tent in his slacks his daughter had felt poking into her after she'd done a good job in his lap.

There was no reason left to lie to himself. Every day, Jae tried to think through a way that this could be anything but mutual attraction between he and his daughter. He tried to keep his distance, and she would simply veer handily around any obstacle he put in her way. And when she was too busy with her homework or after-school activities, it was her father that sought out her attention.

Leeseo found herself acting borderline sexually aggressive at school. No, the boys that she teased with her outfits or overt stretching at her locker weren't going to match up to her dad, but at least she could get some relief between periods of not seeing him. She was starting to wonder if she could control herself around her dad at all. Last night, she had come into his office to say goodnight wearing a loose tank-top, no bra underneath and a tiny pair of cotton panties. She vividly remembered standing there a few extra seconds hoping her dad would play out her fantasy of stripping her naked and bending her over his desk.

This was crazy! - a thought they both had at multiple times. And it had all started because of a couple of stupid posts online. But the one, telling thing that was missing from the whole situation, in Leeseo's eyes, was regret. She didn't regret for a second agreeing to send her dad the pictures of herself - not the tame ones and definitely not the naughty ones. She got more of a rush from being around him now than she ever had reading comments on her posts. "Nice ass hottie!" was simply no match for the look in her father's eyes when she gave him a peek of her bare backside as she was walking up the stairs to bed.

By Friday, Jae was having trouble focusing on his work. He and his daughter had spent time together every day that week, and every day something new had stoked the flame of desire that was growing for his young daughter.

There could be no mistaking it now - Leeseo was an equal part in the deepening trouble the two of them were playing at. She talked openly about what she was going to send him in her next photo. Leeseo was sending him one private photo that she knew he would veto, for every one that she intended to post online. A few times over the week he'd unabashedly retreated to the bathroom late at night and gotten himself off to the willfully given pictures of his beautiful teenager. And if he had to guess, that's exactly what his daughter intended.

He was sitting in a meeting in the afternoon on the last work-day of the week, waiting for everyone to arrive when he received a message from his daughter. He was on autopilot now; Jae simply had to see the photo regardless of where he now sat.

He almost fell over backward in the chair due to the haste at which he rushed to conceal the phone. The meeting couldn't be over soon enough, and Jae actually hurried things along so he could get out and go back to his office for some privacy.

~Daddy, I wanted to go to the beach, but I'm not sure my suit fits anymore…~ it read.

Damn right it didn't. His daughter was standing in the middle of her room, probably having placed the phone on her dresser with a timer. The bottoms were, perhaps, a little small. He could barely make out the mound of his baby's little pussy. However, the top was a different story. It looked like something he'd bought her when she didn't have any breasts at all. Now… well, that just wasn't the case anymore.

Her perfect tits spilled out, mostly above the white, strapless bikini with multi-color stars on it. It was a childish design, but the body it (barely) concealed was nothing of the sort. Leeseo was thrusting her chest outward, and he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing. The smile on her face said as much. Plus, she hadn't even pretended to ask if she could post this photo online.

[You can say that again. I think we should go out and get you something that allows your… assets a little more space huh?]

~You mean my tits daddy? What, you don't think they look good in this suit?~

[I never said that! They look just fine sweetie, but obviously a little bigger than when we bought you that suit! I'll take you out shopping again after work if you want to get something that fits better.]

~I was hoping you'd offer! Will you help me choose one?~ Leeseo answered, swooning over the fact that her dad had said something specifically about her breasts.

When she looked in the mirror after she'd put on the suit, Leeseo knew her tits were blatantly on display - she relished letting her dad see them. It was nice to know that he noticed she wasn't exactly his 'little' girl anymore.

[Of course Leeseo, anything for you.]

Jae's head rolled back where he sat. He couldn't stop staring at the photo his daughter had sent him. Seeing the little glint on her tummy, he reveled at how much he'd come to love that jewel in the middle of his baby's midsection. A lot of things had changed about the way he saw her, and it really seemed like they were both okay with that.

Truthfully, the rest of Jae's body was starting to get jealous that his eyes had had so much access to the beautiful 18-year-old. Jae's fatherly instinct was giving credence to the fact that he wanted to explore those perfect breasts of hers, to grip her tiny little hips and hold one of her round butt cheeks firmly in his grasp. Looking at the miniscule blue bottoms of her swimsuit, he wanted to get them off her and stop wondering what exactly she'd look like underneath… perhaps more.

While she waited for her father to get home, Leeseo was scrambling around her room looking for the right outfit to wear for him. She settled on her best (smallest) pair of jean shorts and a light-purple top that was more of a sheet of fabric than a shirt. It hung off one shoulder completely and left her whole abdomen uncovered as usual. The really naughty part, though, was that Leeseo neglected to put on a bra and it showed any time she turned. The little brunette was quite proud that her tits could still be perky without support.

She was so excited for him to come home she could just scream. Jae was excited too; it was pointless to try and get any work done after he took one more look at the picture of his teenager. Sure, they were going shopping for bathing suits, but neither Leeseo nor her father was sure that was ALL they were doing. Maybe they were getting their hopes up… maybe it would just be a bit more harmless flirting. That would be okay too, but Jae was pretty sure that wasn't where they were headed, and he was so tired of pretending. Leeseo was way ahead of him.

She literally leapt into her dad's arms as soon as he set his briefcase down in the kitchen. Jae was a bit stunned, but not at all ungrateful to feel his daughter's thin legs wrap around him and her arms encircle his neck like a monkey. She kissed him right on the mouth, taking advantage of the surprise attack she'd sprung and letting her lips linger longer than was probably appropriate. The fact that her dad did nothing to stop her spoke volumes.

Holding her in his arms, Jae took in the outfit. Those tiny little shorts… the shirt that was loosely draped over her… the mounds underneath her top that were obviously lacking a bra. Some part of him asked, 'why shouldn't you just reach up under that top and see just how much she's grown?'

Jae settled for his baby wiggling about in his arms until he set her down on the countertop.

"You missed me that much Leeseo?"

"Duh…" she said adorably, keeping her legs locked around him so his hips stayed planted right against her, "are you ready to go yet dad?"

He looked down at his attire and back at her. "Honey, I just got home, can you wait just a few minutes or are we in some big hurry?"

Leeseo whined, "fine, fine, fine. Just get ready to go and I'll stay here…waiting!"

Laughing, Jae gave his baby a kiss on the forehead and tried to back away. Her legs were still clamped around him. He looked back at her face with curiosity and watched his teenager shake her head and put a finger right on her lips. She apparently wanted something more than the kiss on the forehead.

He gave it to her, feeling her wonderful body lean into him, her braless tits press against his chest, and her lips begging for more than a dad was supposed to kiss his daughter with. He held her JUST long enough that she was wondering if they would suddenly break out into an impulsive make-out session before retreating.

She opened her eyes slowly and released him, sensing that her dad was still managing to keep up his defenses. Leeseo knew that was what made him such a great dad, but she didn't need that kind of dad anymore, she wanted something more. He could still be whatever he wanted to her, but the strong-willed brunette had just about made up her mind. She still had all day, and a lot of bathing suits to get through… he'd come around.

Jae took the stairs with deep breaths that were by no means the result of his climb. This shit was getting intense. He couldn't recall ever having so much tension, angst and pure lust hovering in the space between he and any woman - and that space between he and his daughter seemed to be rapidly decreasing. Just the other night he'd been in his office when Leeseo came to say goodnight; he'd actually had an uncontrollable daydream of ripping off her top and taking her right on his desk… and his thoughts weren't all that different today.

If his plan was to fend off the impending landmark in their relationship, he was really worried about the hours to come of watching his daughter model for him. And yet, he was hurrying to get dressed and get things under way…

Their conversation in the car was cheerful, as usual. Both Leeseo and Jae were stealing quick glances over at each other in admiration. Dad felt it, and daughter felt it, but they kept on talking as if nothing was different. It was nice to know that they could be so flexible in the light of a rapidly-changing dynamic between them.

Leeseo rode on her father's back all the way into the department store. Sure, he got some looks from a parent or two, and a few guys definitely pulled the 'look back at her ass and pretend I didn't,' move, but Leeseo was his and his alone in that moment. Plus, he had no intention of complaining about feeling her young chest pressing against his back and neck in braless splendor.

Picking out bathing suits was fun. Dad went for the ones that were cute but definitely less revealing, and Leeseo was all over the place. She told him not to even try picking a one-piece: "It's not going to happen, dad," she'd said flatly.

Jae found that if he just did away with the awkwardness, he could very much enjoy joking around with her, picking suits that he thought would look great on her, and watching her prance around the racks of stringy clothing merrily.

They picked five suits together and made their way to the changing rooms. When Jae made a move to sit down outside as he usually did, Leeseo protested. "Sorry dad, I need help taking pictures today so you're going to have to come in the room with me."

"Sweetie, I don't know if they'll let me in there."

Leeseo shushed him, "come on, the attendant isn't here. Just come quick and nobody will know."

Jae didn't have time to think it over and simply followed her lead. Leeseo chose a larger stall toward the end of the row so that there was less a chance someone would realize she was in there with him.

What he didn't have time to think over, was that Leeseo was going to be changing into and out of bathing suits. He might have seen her in that photo with her lingerie barely clinging to her body, but this booth was still pretty small, and he was supposed to be in there with his naked daughter changing in and out of five suits?

He sat down, wondering if he'd made a huge mistake.

Leeseo didn't miss a beat. She instructed him to hang a few things up here, sit down over there and get his phone ready for when she needed him to take a picture. It seemed she'd done this a thousand times before when he realized… she probably had.

A subdued smile appeared on the young brunette's face as she turned away from her dad to hang something up on the door. She'd decided upon asking him to join her in the booth on their way to the department store, not really sure that he'd oblige her. But here he was, and the same fact her father had realized was not lost on the quick-witted teen: she was going to be naked not five feet away from her dad! If a picture of her still mostly covered up could cause as much trouble as it had, how much could she get into when he was right there in the room with her?

Sure enough, Jae had hardly sat down when he saw his daughter unbuttoning her shorts. It took significant effort for her to shimmy them off, and Jae's eyes were still fixed on her when he got a glimpse of the cute, gray-and-white striped panties she was wearing underneath. He tried to look away, and Leeseo smiled at how sweet he was to do so. She knew there really wasn't anywhere else for him to look, and it was fine with her.

"It's okay daddy," she told him, "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Maybe, but you weren't all of…that… when I last saw you naked." Jae said, gesturing to his daughter's entire figure as he said it.

"I'll turn around if that makes you happy, but it doesn't bother me if you look." Leeseo teased, pulling her top quickly up off of her and wondering if her dad had caught a glimpse of her bare breasts from the side as she turned. He was kind of looking away, but she could also see him peeking, which was silly and exciting at the same time.

A thought occurred to Leeseo that instantly sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Her dad had never seen her fully naked, and now she had an opportunity to give him a real eyeful. She knew he liked her boobs - she'd seen him staring plenty of times - but what if she let him see her pussy? Given how incredibly naughty that made Leeseo feel to want to show him, she wondered if he might also see how wet it was making her when she did.

The bad little brunette wiggled out of her panties, and made a real show of it. She did it slowly, bending at the waist to take them off at her feet. Leeseo was quite proud of what he might see there; she'd just gotten it all waxed in anticipation of this very shopping expedition. She made sure that if he was peeking, he wouldn't miss a thing.

How could he NOT look? Jae's daughter had said it was okay, and he didn't have anywhere else to turn. He could look at the side wall and close his eyes… but… no… he just couldn't do that. So he looked. He tried to close his eyes when he thought his daughter was watching, and felt he was doing a pretty good job. That was until he watched her slide out of her panties and then bend over.

'Ohmyfuckinggodddd' he screamed inwardly. These confounded dressing room stalls were perfectly lit. He saw more of his baby's little pussy from behind than any man is ever supposed to see after she's too old to be given baths anymore.

It was so tiny… pink and pursed shut tight. There wasn't a single hair on her; she was flawlessly bare and smooth. Even the little eye between her perfect butt cheeks was pretty. He didn't think he'd ever say that about a woman, but his daughter was simply… perfect. Jae was just noticing that there was a sparkle of…could it be wetness on her taut little lips??… when his daughter stood back up.

She gave him a quick glance over her shoulder, and something in her grin told him that she knew exactly what he'd seen… what she'd shown him.

He kept up the ruse as best he could, looking away and stealing glances while Leeseo got into her first suit.

"Okay, picture time daddy. Then, tell me what you think."

Jae fumbled with the phone, pretending he didn't know Leeseo was ready until she said so. Snapping a picture, he wondered if his daughter had instructed him to use his own phone for a specific reason… she was the one with the newer version.

Damn was she pretty. The first one was a suit Jae had picked out. It was pretty simple, more of a single piece top than the type with two cups. He liked that it had little strings hanging from the neckline that dangled and ticked his daughter's skin just beneath her breasts when she spun. It also had no string bows or anything like that; a younger version of himself had loved pulling those apart on his girlfriends and seeing their tops come loose. The bottoms were just a multicolor panty that fit her snugly. Now that he'd seen so much of what was beneath them, Jae couldn't help staring there a bit longer than he should have.

"So… what do you think?" She asked, snapping him out of his gaze.

"I think I'm going to like that one better than some of the others you picked. Spin around for me will you?"

Leeseo obliged him, happy to see him taking an active role in her modeling. She did everything she could to accentuate her body for him, and absolutely adored feeling his eyes on her. It was so naughty, and yet so fun to be showing off bathing suits for her own dad.

"Whoop, wait a second, you're a little folded over back here." Her dad stopped her by gently placing a few fingers on her hip and then adjusting the backside of her top. Leeseo was glad her body didn't jump in the same way her heart did when he touched her.

"God you're pretty sweetheart. Is there any chance you'll only wear these things around the house instead of out in public?" Jae asked, sitting back down on the chair.

"Not really daddy, but I'll tell you what you want to hear if that makes you feel better."

Jae grumbled, and Leeseo seemed satisfied that she'd modeled the first suit sufficiently. She wasted no time getting into the second. This time, Jae was even less shy about looking in the direction of his soon-naked little girl. She once again gave him a nice view of her naked pussy and this time made eye contact and smiled soon after he'd seen it. Jae's eyebrows rose, wondering just what was going through the teenager's head.

"A little help?" requested his daughter when she'd finished sliding her panties up to cover the place she'd put on display twice now for her dad. She'd just gotten her top on and needed help tying it in the back.

Her dad reached over her shoulders to grab the strings that tied behind her neck. They trailed over her skin just enough to send a shiver down Leeseo's spine. Then, he did the same thing with the string that tied around her back, running his hands around her, right along the path of her ribcage, drawing the line where the bikini's strings should go. He tied it in the back and moved to sit back down on the bench. Leeseo's whole body was buzzing inside and it had everything to do with the tingling surface of her skin where her father's hands had been.

"Wow," Jae said when Leeseo asked him to take a picture again, "I'm going to hate myself for saying this, but I think you have a winner. That one fits you just right."

Leeseo beamed, and Jae took another picture of her before she even knew it.

"Sorry, you just look so pretty when you smile like that."

Jae was checking his daughter out without any reservations while Leeseo absorbed his praised. Aqua-colored cups with black trim held his daughter's perky breasts in place and left plenty of cleavage for him to devour with his eyes. The black bottoms were quite simple, and yet sexy as hell. Two times he'd seen her without them and still he wanted more.

Leeseo spun for him this time without asking, and posed this way and that, asking more questions about the suit. He was right; she was definitely buying this one. She also intended to buy the previous one just because her dad liked it and she wanted to make him happy. It was cute either way.

Though they had managed to keep things relatively innocent so far in the dressing room, the anxious 18-year-old was beginning to grow impatient. She was realizing that her intentions were not to simply model swimsuits for her father, and so far that was all she'd really done. The touch of her father's fingers was more like what she was after, and so far he'd only given her just a morsel of what she wanted.

But Leeseo didn't even have to ask her dad to untie the suit for her, he stood up gladly to help. This time, he put his hands right on her hips and guided her back towards him a few steps. She unintentionally leaned back to feel the warmth of his body before hearing him clear his throat because he didn't have room to get to the bow around her back.

It was Jae who actually removed the top from his daughter. Though it wasn't his intention, standing over her and pulling the bikini from her, he got the most tantalizing view of his daughter's naked breasts from above.

It was only an instant, but it was enough. So far this modeling session had given him a view of every asset his beautiful daughter had, if only in glimpses. A part of him that would no longer remain silent longed to stop fucking around and get her naked. He'd like to take a picture of THAT for later use surely.

Leeseo donned the next suit in somewhat of a trance. By then, the love-drunk brunette was on auto-pilot and her dad had given up pretending - staring at his daughter every second he could.

He tied her strings for her and it was actually a very pretty suit: pale-red with white trim on both the tops and bottoms. She looked incredible, and Jae was pretty sure that had nothing to do with their fashion sense and everything to do with the girl. He took a picture, but Leeseo hadn't asked him to.

When he told her, once again, that she looked great and that this one was a nice color for her skin, Leeseo could only smile. Was she swaying back and forth? It felt like she was swaying. Likewise, her father was gazing at her and hungering to see whatever she'd allow as she got naked to slip into the fourth swimsuit. His fears had been justified; being so close to his naked little daughter was having an undeniable effect on his appetite for her.

The tension of her top around her back released and it was a few seconds before Leeseo even noticed. She felt her dad towering over her, felt his hands on her shoulders as he untied the string around her neck, and this time she leaned back against Jae deliberately. She was begging to be held by him; it was the only thing she could think of in that moment.

First, he pulled her top all the way off, but Leeseo didn't even flinch. He looked down and had an even better and uninterrupted view of his daughter's naked breasts. They were breathtaking - not dropping an inch even after her bikini released its hold on them. Her nipples were tiny and a bit pinker than the rest of her milky skin.

He was looking and both of them were fully aware. After all, she'd shown him the most intimate part of her body, twice already! What would be the harm in touching? Leeseo had been teasing him plenty and Jae knew that he could have had this opportunity many times over by now. God, he wanted to so bad, and both of their actions were simply begging him to take things further. Jae couldn't help himself.

"Hmm…," he started; Leeseo seemed to shake off a bit of the silent daze she'd been in and looked up at him over her shoulder, "Do these need a little adjusting?"

With that, Leeseo felt her dad's hands move with prolonged care, teasing her as they moved from her abdomen and slid slowly to just under her breasts

"Uh huh," Leeseo hummed, unable to say anything else in her frazzled state.

Given her consent, Jae palmed his daughter's tits altogether. She actually let out a tiny squeal of delight as she felt her dad's hands finally touch her deliberately. But the two of them could feel the teenager let out a sigh of relief as he took her in his big, warm hands, grateful to be crossing the line for good.

They were every bit as perky and round and wonderful as he had imagined they would be when he got his hands on them. His daughter's breasts more than filled each hand, and he could see in her upturned face that she was nothing but glad to have him holding them.

"Do they feel alright daddy?" She asked, pushing her little butt back toward him and feeling that he was definitely hard already. "Is something the matter with them?"

"Well…" Jae started. He cupped underneath both mounds and jiggled them in a way that made his daughter laugh aloud and squirm in front of him, "…no I think that ought to do it."

"Actually, it always works better if you do it like this daddy." Leeseo played along, still shaking with laughter. She took his hands in hers and then directed his fingers so they were right in position to pinch her nipples between his thumb and index.

Jae did as he was instructed, pinching her hard little nipples and feeling his daughter's body flex, before doing so again and getting the same reaction. Each time he did, she shoved her round little ass into his crotch and then retreated. He could get used to that.

Feeling his hands on her tits was amazing, but ultimately, not enough for Leeseo. If they were going to cross the line, she wanted sprint past it.

"I think my bottoms need adjusting too daddy," Leeseo said, putting her hand over one of his and bringing it down until his thumb hooked in her waistline. Jae helped his daughter shimmy out of her bottoms until he realized he was exactly where he suspected this encounter would go: with his beautiful little daughter naked in front of him by her father's own doing.

"That's better, I think." Jae flirted.

Leeseo's hand still had her father's right under its influence. It was 'better,' but ultimately not good enough. She couldn't help herself, and though her own forwardness terrified her, it also had her buzzing with more arousal than she'd ever known. Leeseo knew this moment could push the escalation of things with her father to a breaking point. She knew that going further could mean… incest… and that thought was one she looked forward to as she made her next move.

"Better daddy, but do you think this needs any adjusting?"

Inch by agonizing inch, Leeseo directed her dad's fingertips to the place he'd just lain bare. He was powerless, or if not powerless, Jae simply had no desire to keep his daughter from getting what she wanted… what he wanted too. In a few seconds, Leeseo's father felt that he was touching his daughter somewhere he was explicitly prohibited, and he didn't move a muscle to protest.

It was clear from the second he sensed the little slit between her legs with the tips of his fingers that his naughty little teenager was wet. Warm and wet - Leeseo was absolutely consumed by the passion and forbiddenness of the situation. She hoped her father wasn't about to have any second thoughts, because Leeseo would tie him down at that point if she had to.

He didn't show any indication of stopping, and after what was a few anxiety-ridden seconds, Leeseo felt her dad's fingers activate.

"Is this what you were thinking of sweetheart." Jae asked, pressuring just a little on his daughter's outer lips.

"Uhh huh, but you don't need to be so gentle daddy, I might need a lot of adjusting." Leeseo cooed, continuing to grind her butt back against her dad.

She was so small in his arms. His little girl was pretty as ever - even more so now that he could see every inch of her. The sounds coming from her were certainly not that of a little girl, however. As he looked in the mirror, Leeseo looked back at him, and her eyes narrowed as he ran a finger firmly in between his daughter's nether lips. It was an unfathomable sight: his daughter's flawless body, naked and cradled in the arms of her dad while he fingered her at last.

Leeseo winced as his fingers found their mark. She had wanted this so bad, at least her lustful little body had whether her brain had caught up or not. Now there could be no question that she wanted her father to make her his plaything, that she wanted him to rub her needy little clit until she screamed. Whatever it was he chose to do with her, Leeseo would have it, and she would reward him as best she could for giving her what she so desperately desired.

By then, Jae's fingers were picking up speed. He could feel his daughter's legs tremble when he played repeatedly with her clit. She was soaking wet; he had to be careful his fingers didn't slide around too much. His daughter's body felt more incredible than he could have hoped; as he rubbed her pussy, he kept a hand exploring her perfect abdomen, hips and her breasts that he adored so much.

"Ohfuuuck daddy, don't stop…please…" Leeseo breathed.

"Don't worry baby… I won't." He replied. His words were wonderful, whispering sweet reassurance that everything was as it should be.

They watched each other in the mirror as Leeseo's brow furrowed and she bit her lip, trying to contain herself and not make too much noise in the dressing room. It always took her a good while when she did this herself, but she was so turned on with her dad's touch that she was going to cum all too soon.

"Adjust me daddy…mnhhh…"

They both had to laugh at that, though Leeseo could only do so for a second because her father's fingers weren't letting up. Even in this most intimate moment, father and daughter were the same playful and loving pals, but with a new purpose.

"GOD you're good at that… I'm…uhhhhh… close daddy."

Leeseo moaned loud enough for her dad to be concerned. He moved his free hand up to her lips to hush her. The sight of him, one hand over her mouth and the other wiggling relentlessly over her pussy was the most erotic thing either of them had ever seen. Leeseo's breasts shook each time another jolt of pleasure hit her, and her hips did their best to get a full sense of the hard cock she could feel in her father's pants.

Faster than ever before, Leeseo felt the familiar sensation of being overwhelmed by the stimulation of her clit. This however, was of an intensity with which she was most definitely unfamiliar. She writhed around in his arms and cooed into the hand that covered her mouth without control over herself.

Then it hit.

A first wave of pleasure wracked her teenage body - a wonderful immersion of feeling of which she was sure she'd never seen the like.

Then a second.

Her daddy's fingers didn't let up, and the second torrent sent her into a mind-numbing daze that continued as her climax reached out to every extremity of her beautiful body.

"Daddyyyyyeeee," she managed, with the rest of the sounds coming out of her mouth and into his muffling hand being an adorable and wonderful chorus to her father's ears.

Looking at his baby in the mirror then, feeling her in his hands, Jae knew he was lost. He couldn't give up the beautiful little girl in front of him and all the things he wanted them to do together for the world. As he held her, squirming and moaning because of him, Jae wanted the two of them to be everything a father and daughter were forbidden to be.

Leeseo had, at some point during her climax, leaned forward and exhibited little ability to stand on her own two feet. Jae had to catch her, and he did so handily. She panted and twitched a few times, and was glad to have her father's fingers finally subdued - she couldn't take another second.

Her head had fallen forward, her thick, brown hair covering her face - the flushed cheeks and squinted eyes that were a result of her orgasm. Slowly, she lifted it, looking in the mirror to take in what she and her father had just done.

A smile appeared on her face, warming her dad to see that there was no post-orgasmic guilt to be had by his little girl. Boy did she look pretty. Jae wasn't sure it was even possible, but the look of his daughter recovering from her mesmerizing fit might have been the prettiest he'd ever seen her.

They stayed like that for a moment, just looking at each other admiringly. When Leeseo got her wits about her, she decided that she wasn't just going to stand by while being the sole recipient. The blissful brunette turned around and quickly provided her father with a kiss on the lips.

Jae looked stunned. It was the first time his offspring had faced him, naked as the day she was born and with the truth of what they'd just done written all over her face. He wanted to kiss her again too, so he did.

With an arm slinked around her bare back, Jae pulled his daughter to him. THIS was what she wanted. He held her and brought the two of them together for their first kiss as the lovers they felt they were meant to be.

After a few seconds of the soft and loving touch of their lips, Leeseo darted her tongue out. She wasn't inexperienced, but still felt nervous about kissing her father for the first time. He handled his daughter expertly, teasing her by letting her tongue search for him before he indulged.

The kissing and teasing turned into a full-on make-out session of two people with so much ground to make up and seemingly endless desire for each other. Eighteen years Leeseo had loved him, and today she felt like she was finally getting the opportunity to show him what he meant to her. Eighteen years Jae had raised her, and as he kissed her hungrily, touched her soft, teenage body, he felt that this might be what it was all for.

Leeseo backed off, breathing heavily and adorably overwhelmed by the passion with which they'd joined. She could have kissed him forever in that dressing room stall, but something was prodding at her to stop.

She looked down, and her father's eyes followed. Leeseo actually giggled upon seeing the comical tent in her father's pants.

"It looks like you need some adjusting too…" She said sweetly, keeping up the ruse.

Jae made like he was going to do it himself, but Leeseo reached out and stopped him.

"Can I?" She asked.

His first instinct, a fatherly one, was to say no. Then he looked at the stark naked teen in front of him and decided that his instincts needed adjustment too.

Jae nodded silently at his daughter, who quickly closed the gap between them and gently caressed the bulge in his pants with affection. She bit her lip and looked up at her father as she saw on his face that he appreciated her touch. Her hands found his belt buckle and undid it with little difficulty.

When his daughter had his shorts undone, she wasted no time getting them off him, followed by her fingers finding their way under the waistband of his underwear. She paused a moment, knowing that she was about to do something very significant in revealing her father's cock to her for the first time. Leeseo looked up at him for any indication that he wanted her to stop - there was none.

In one motion, Leeseo tugged his waistband down and gasped quietly as his cock sprung forth. Jae beamed with pride upon seeing the look on his daughter's face as she knelt down to get a good look at him.

Never one to beat around the bush when she wanted something, Leeseo immediately put her hands on her dad's cock, causing him to wince impulsively. Two hands fit comfortably on him and she could tell, flattered, upon feeling him that he was as hard as could be.

Leeseo marveled at his size. She had some experience, but her dad was almost certainly the biggest cock she'd ever gotten her hands on. He was maybe a little longer than anyone else, but with her fingers unable to touch her thumbs, she was positive he was thicker.

"Um… jeez dad," Leeseo said, looking up at him and giving his cock a slow stroke, "it hardly fits in my hands!"

She massaged him again, caressing his tip with one of her hands while wrapping her fingers around him as best she could with the other. She stroked him a few times while still quite obviously admiring his size. Jae didn't think he was THAT big, but he certainly looked great in his daughter's tiny grasp.

"How am I supposed to fit this thing in my mouth?" Leeseo asked, having thought it when the words just… slipped out.

Jae's eyes got wide. He had, perhaps, imagined what his daughter might have intended to do when she got down on her knees, but hearing his little girl say it was too much.

"Is that what you're planning sweetie?"

Leeseo looked up at him adorably. She was such a stunning young thing, perched there naked and stroking her father's cock.

"I could try…" Leeseo asked, keeping eye contact with him and bringing his tip to her mouth with a kiss. She lapped gently at the shiny bead of precum that gathered on him, never once breaking her intense gaze.

"Do you want me to daddy? Do you want your daughter to put your big cock in her mouth?"

Jae's face first suggested he would admonish her for her language, but it softened considerably when Leeseo pursed her lips on him. He changed his tune completely.

"I don't think you could fit it if you tried sweetie."

It was a tactic that had worked on his daughter many times. All he had to do was challenge her to do something, or suggest she wouldn't be able to, and she gave one-hundred and fifty percent. The wounded frown on her scrunched face was still quite fetching. She looked to be thinking hard about whether she'd take him up on his challenge or not, before Jae's cock felt her answer.

Leeseo wrapped her lips all the way to the ridge of his helmet and sucked gently. She actually giggled when she saw her dad reach out suddenly for support from the grab-bar on the wall. Causing him further astonishment, his daughter swirled her tongue around his sensitive tip in complete circles. He could even feel her smiling as she held him in her mouth.

Her hands kept stroking him at the base as she sucked his cock's head. Then, Leeseo withdrew it from her mouth and smiled wide at him before pressing his penis to her lips again.

She squeezed him tight with her hands and took him into her mouth vigorously. Jae's head rolled back as his baby got him almost halfway before she felt her gag reflex. Slurping considerably, she backed off him and looked up for approval.

Jae stroked a hand through his daughter's hair, tucking it behind one ear. "I take it back sweetie; that feels wonderful."

Leeseo grinned, delighted.

"You're a very bad girl Leeseo, you know that?" He taunted her, thinking of how relentlessly she had dangled herself for him over the course of the past few weeks leading to this - the feeling of his cock in her mouth.

His daughter donned a tiny frown with big, puppy-dog eyes, slurping as she released his cock from between her lips for a second. "I'm sorry daddy, what can I do to be a good girl for you?"

Jae didn't answer; he merely directed his eyes back downward and Leeseo caught his meaning.

She did as he wanted and immediately took his cock back into her mouth. Using her hands at the same time, she slid them down, spreading her saliva over him as she urged as much as she could of his length inside. When she retreated, gagging a little again, she repeated the same thing. A few more times and she had him nice and wet.

Jae marveled as his 18-year-old gargled him and then stroked repeatedly with her hands while bathing his shaft on the sides with her tongue. Though he would have relished giving her direction, his darling obviously knew what she was doing and that turned him on more than he could imagine. He'd ask her about that later, but for now the feeling of her worshipping him with her hands and mouth was all he could manage to focus on.

"Oh honey…mnghhh… that feels wonderful."

Even though he was applauding her efforts, Leeseo was disappointed that she couldn't fit her father's entire length into her mouth like she wanted to. She tried a bunch more times, urging him as far back as her throat would allow, but it was no use. The determined teen hoped she could practice more on him later, but for now she just wanted to make her father cum.

Leeseo looked sad when she gazed up at him and spoke softly, "I can't fit it all daddy, you were right…"

Jae had to laugh at his daughter's dismay. "Don't worry sweetie, you were doing just fine!"

"Can I try using my tits on you daddy? I always wanted to."

How could he tell her no? He looked down at that adorable and hopeful grin on his daughter's face and felt his heart throb for her.

"Of course you can little one." Jae responded, delighted that his daughter was willing to try something new with him. He looked forward to experimenting with her thoroughly.

Beaming, Leeseo directed her dad back to the edge of the bench. She'd never done it before, but the thought of sliding her father's cock between her tits was incredibly exciting.

"Okay, sit forward a little bit," she directed him, seeing that her dad looked as eager as she.

Jae could only watch with wonder as his daughter positioned herself, chest thrust out deliciously. He'd never tried this before in his life, and he was entranced to be experiencing it for the first time with his little girl. Leeseo leaned in one more time to bathe his cock in her saliva before she was confident he was ready to be wrapped in her perky tits.

She was focusing so charmingly as she attempted to seat his cock just right between her breasts. It was a look her father recognized with utter familiarity. Visions appeared of that look just before Leeseo attempted a new tumble in their backyard. He'd seen that face when she was concentrating before the two of them took off to race home a few weeks ago while walking the dog. Her look was so recognizable, and yet Jae was taken aback to see it as she squeezed her naked breasts around his shaft.

Leeseo by no means had the kind of massive tits he'd seen performing this act in one of the videos he only watched when everyone else had gone to sleep, but she was still perfect in his eyes. She was so pleased to see him fit snugly between her tits, and even more so when she started sliding him back and forth in their warm embrace. Feeling that she'd gotten the hang of it, Leeseo looked up at her dad with a smile that set his heart ablaze.

"Wow baby, I guess you're a little more grown up than I thought!" Jae said, referring to his surprise that Leeseo could even come close to enveloping his cock with her globes.

"Does that feel good daddy?" Leeseo asked, loving the feeling of his warm, hard pole sliding between her tits. Before he could answer, Jae was treated with the sight of his teenager spitting out a dribble of saliva that landed right where she wanted it, except for the remnant that glistened on her chin.

"Unhhh… sweetheart… your tits feel amazing… keep going like that…mnghhh," Jae praised, reaching out to wipe the spittle from his daughter's chin with his thumb while she kept her hands securely on her tits.

She sat up and then down again… up and down until she could feel her labor in her toned abs. Seeing her dad watch her with loving desire was reward enough that she would keep working as long as it took for her to get what she really wanted.

It wasn't taking long. He simply couldn't watch his little girl thrusting him up and down between those soft mounds of flesh while grinning like a Cheshire cat without nearing orgasm faster than he ever had before.

"Leeseo… you're gonna make me…ohhhhhh honey.."

She was focusing so hard that she didn't realize it was already happening. Her father's hips flexed and Leeseo's eyes darted up to meet his just before it did.

Jae locked his gaze to his daughter's as his cock throbbed out its first, glorious rope of sperm. When his daughter felt it on her tits, spewing just between them where she now held his tip, her grin got all the wider.

She looked down when her father's eyes rolled back, "That's it daddy, cum for me… cum all over your bad little girl!"

He couldn't believe what he heard nor felt, as he came by his daughter's doing for the first time. His eyes squinted as he again spurted onto his daughter's beautiful chest.

Apparently, Leeseo changed her mind about daddy 'cumming all over her.' The third time Jae pumped out a ribbon of warm semen he felt her lips on him, directing it straight into her pretty mouth.

Again he opened his lids to look down at Leeseo - wide-eyed as her father filled her mouth with spunk. She used her hands to urge out as much as he could give her, and the feeling of the warm embrace of her lips around his sensitive tip was almost too much to bear.

Leeseo was glad she'd let his first two splashes of cum coat her tits, because by the time her little hands worked her dad's cock until it was no longer rewarding her with thick globs, her mouth felt as full as she could manage.

Seeing her like that, a very wily thought popped into her father's head. He could finally think straight now that his daughter had relented sucking on his head for more of his sperm, and the sight of his phone at his side inspired him.

Leeseo looked up with those beautiful, wide, green eyes, knowing exactly what he was going to do as he lifted the phone. She posed perfectly.

'CLICK'

On the phone was stored an image of Leeseo in the most revealing position he could imagine. She had her mouth open just enough that he could see the hazy pool of spunk on her tongue, being careful not to let a drop cascade over her lower lip. She was still holding her father's shaft lightly in her hands and he could even see the white glaze of the cum that hadn't made it into her mouth right atop her perky, 18-year-old breasts.

After he set the phone down and Leeseo was sure he was watching her, she swallowed deeply with a look of careful concentration, and did so again until all of his cum was gone. Leeseo presented her pink tongue to him as she used to when he was checking to see if she'd taken all her medicine when she was little.

Leeseo could see from the look on her dad's face that he was far from knowing how to react to any of what was going on. Like her, he was simply acting out the demands of the love and desire he felt. It was those feelings that put Jae's fingers under his daughter's chin, drawing her up to her feet until she leaned forward to kiss him. Before their lips met, he caught a glimpse of Leeseo's cute little butt pushed out as she bent over to kiss him.

He'd made her moan and squirm in a wonderful orgasm and Leeseo had returned the favor by coaxing one out of him until she eventually swallowed his extensive fluids right in front of his eyes. Still, as Leeseo leaned back from a long kiss with her father, she looked down to see that he hadn't softened a bit!

"I love you daddy," she cooed, unable to think of anything else to say when his hands wrapped around her backside.

"I'm crazy about you too sweetie," Jae repaid her, pulling on her soft little butt until she brought her knees up one at a time on the bench, straddling him.

That gave him better access to her naked little body. His hands returned to his daughter's breasts and then massaged around her abdomen. At one point, he took the little jewel on her belly button and tugged at it gently, seeing his baby smile as he toyed with her.

"That was so amazing! Did you like cumming in my mouth?" She asked, sounding almost innocent.

Jae sighed as he answered a question he never thought he'd be asked, "Very much Leeseo, almost as much as I liked fucking those beautiful boobs you've grown all of the sudden."

Leeseo looked offended, and she squeezed his cock with one hand between them, "I've had them for a while now daddy, you just haven't been looking."

"Well I'm glad I finally did then," he said. While Leeseo was stroking her dad gently, she felt his hands slide down to her hip bones and squeeze her.

Silence ensued… heavy… meaningful silence. Their eyes held each other's and Jae felt a passion that started so deep inside it scared him. He hadn't ever felt something like that before, and from the beautiful, expectant look on his daughter's face, they both knew that something was going to happen.

Leeseo looked down at her father's firm penis in her hand, seeing the glaze of sticky cum remaining on his head. She felt her dad's hands lifting her by the hips and it took a moment for her to realize what was going on. The proximity of his cock to his daughter's pretty little pussy was telling enough as Jae directed his daughter on top of him.

There were a million reasons to halt what they were doing immediately… a million reasons why the incest they were seconds away from committing together had to be stopped. But there was only one reason Jae needed to proceed when he felt his daughter instinctively directing his cock where they both wanted it. It was the same reason that Leeseo settled down an inch until his cum-slathered head poked ever so gently at her needy entrance. They wanted each other… needed each other… and this was how they were choosing to show it.

No words were necessary. They both knew what they were doing.

Leeseo lowered herself just a bit more. With her mouth open and brow furrowed, her face showed adorably how incredible it was to feel her dad's tip split her lips for the first time.

"…daddy…" she whispered.

Jae urged his daughter down further. With some concentration, father and daughter felt his head insert inside Leeseo's pussy fatefully.

They'd done it.

He wasn't 'fucking' her like Leeseo soon hoped he soon would, but the knowledge that she had her dad's cock inside her, even if it was just his wife tip she could now feel quite definitively spreading her open made her head swim.

Leeseo wasn't a virgin, and was glad of it. From the very few times she'd tried sex, she knew that her fitting her dad inside her was going to be a struggle. She'd known his girth was definitely more than she'd experienced before, and now that it was requesting entry into her young, tight tunnel, she felt it clearly.

Jae's eyes met his daughter as they savored it. There was no more pretense, no more inner-struggle or guilt; Jae wanted this just as badly as his baby did and they didn't care what anyone else said they were or were not allowed to do.

When enough time passed, Jae was just about to urge his daughter's hips down further onto him and Leeseo was just about to let him.

Leeseo opened her mouth to draw a breath, furrowed her brow and then… her father's phone vibrated loudly next to them on the hard surface!

Jae cursed, quickly reaching without looking for the vibrating, ringing contraption and accidentally knocked it to the floor; he'd just wanted to silence it. He was going to reach for it on the floor when Leeseo grabbed his chin forcefully.

"No daddy, don't," she demanded.

He felt his teenager sink down another fraction of an inch when the phone rang again. He was content to do as she asked, letting Leeseo adjust to him inch by inch, ignoring his phone as it lit up and buzzed on the floor instead. Frankly, if he'd had his phone just then, he might have thought to take another picture of the two of them committing incest for the first time.

"Unhhh… it's probably mom," Leeseo cooed, "wouldn't want her to hear me…mnphhh… while I'm trying to fit your giant cock in me daddyyy!"

Leeseo squirmed when her father flexed involuntarily while she teased him, making him feel even bigger and forcing a little more into her stretching little quim.

So far, the two of them hadn't made an abundance of noise, and they'd only heard one person come and go in a stall a ways away from them.

But the attendant had returned from break…she had heard the tell-tale vibrating of a phone in the dressing rooms from her post near the entrance. Someone must have left it accidentally; it happened all the time.

She got up, walking swiftly toward the source of the ringing and identifying it as the booth on the far left side. She tried to push the door and found it locked.

Leeseo looked distraught as the door rattled behind her. She hadn't heard anything until that, and now somebody was trying to open the door to THEIR STALL. Jae looked at her with wide eyes, urging her to speak up.

Leeseo gathered herself and spoke in a high voice that only her dad knew was because she had about two inches or so of her father inserted in her pussy.

"Sorry, dropped my phone!" She called back to the attendant, "got it now!"

They waited for a response on the other side of the door.

"Okay, sorry I wasn't here when you arrived. Can you check your items in with me when you get a chance?"

Leeseo told her she would and looked frantically back at her dad. She could see from the look on his face exactly what she feared. They had to stop…

The look of utter disappointment Leeseo showed him was painful to see. Even more torturous was the sensation of his daughter's tunnel releasing its taut embrace on Jae's member rather than taking more of it. Leeseo and her dad shared the responsibility; his hands lifted her and Leeseo sat up, whining as she felt his tip pop out of her. Neither of them wanted to stop, but they simply HAD to.

With no clue how close the attendant might be to their stall, Leeseo whispered to her dad with desperation.

"Daddy, we're not finished. You'll fuck me for real later… right?"

Jae was worried too. For all he knew, the attendant might be their neighbor, somebody who might know who Jae was to the pretty, naked teenager in front of him. If they had any suspicion that Jae had just removed his cock from the warm embrace of his daughter's quim, they could be in more trouble than he was capable of comprehending at that moment.

He whispered even quieter, "yes sweetie, but we've got to be really cautious now. Put your clothes back on and I'll go out first."

Leeseo looked positively forlorn, knowing Jae had gone back into 'father mode,' and was being the smart, protective man she knew him to be. She obeyed, but not without touching his erect cock one more time and giving him a sideways look of remorse and frustration that they'd been interrupted. Jae suspected that if Leeseo had a chance to wring the neck of the poor attendant that knocked on their stall door, she might have.

Upon exiting, Jae made an excuse that "she" (being careful not to say "my daughter") would be out in a minute. Standing as far away from the attendant - that he didn't recognize, praise the lord - as he could manage, Jae waited for his little girl to emerge from the dressing room. He wondered what she had done about the wet streaks of cum he'd left on her chest when she showed up and the damp spots on her shirt told him the answer.

The attendant looked narrowly between both of them as Leeseo showed her the bathing suits she'd decided to keep. She chose the first three; Leeseo had tried them on first anyway because they were by far the sexiest - which was exactly what had gotten them into all that mess in the first place.

She gave her dad a tentative smile as she scampered toward him and they purchased her new suits as quickly and quietly as possible.

"Oh my god! Leeseo said as soon as they were out of earshot on the way to the car, "my heart was beating so fast!"

Jae agreed, throwing an arm around her as they walked.

"I know! I've never had that close of a call before," Jae answered.

"You've almost been caught like that before daddy?" Leeseo answered, looking up at him curiously.

"Ahh well, your mother and I were in the car once and she was taking my pants off when a cop knocked…" Jae stopped, not feeling the need to tell the rest of the story.

Leeseo jumped right in, actually sounding a bit competitive, "well you were actually fucking ME daddy… if she hadn't stopped us I promise I would gotten all of your big cock in me."

Jae looked down at her with awe, "I would have liked that little one…damn."

His daughter smiled widely, feeling victorious, "Don't worry, you can fuck me when we get home daddy…"

Jae flinched and looked around when his daughter rubbed her hand right over his erection just as they arrived at the car. He'd tucked it under the waistband of his shorts and it had refused to soften for even an instant - the sight of his daughter being the cause. Nobody saw them, and it was a tough call not to open the back door of the car instead of the front to finish what he and his daughter had started. Given that he had a moment of fresh air, the thought of having sex with Leeseo in the comfort of their home as she'd suggested sounded like exactly what they needed.

The sex-starved brunette was excited all the way home, probably still immensely overburdened with the energy she'd expected to use to with her father in that booth for the first time.

"You felt so big in me already and you weren't even halfway," she said at some point during their ride, "and it was naughty that we didn't even use a condom daddy. Did you even know for sure that I am on birth control?"

In truth, Jae hadn't even thought of that. Maybe on some level he remembered his wife taking Leeseo to the doctor to get her on the pill, but he hadn't even considered that when first his head pried past his daughter's tiny lips. It frightened him how much his conscious mind had submitted to the intense feelings he'd felt towards his daughter. Looking at her, as beautiful as ever in the passenger seat, Jae worried about what further decisions he might defer to unsound judgment.

She was so irresistible their whole way home that he knew how easy it would be to simply leap from the car and carry her right to the nearest bed. He saw in himself the irrefutable desire to make love to her, to give himself head over heels to his longing for her. He'd been so close, so incredibly close to the most intense sexual encounter of his life. Looking back on the day as he stepped out of the car, Jae wondered if this day wasn't already the most monumental one of his life.

When they made the final turn toward the house, Jae and Leeseo saw instantly that their bad luck remained.

Her mom’s car was in the driveway when Leeseo and her father pulled in. Briefly, the anxious brunette wondered if they shouldn't simply back away and find a quiet place to finish what they'd started at the store an hour ago. They might have even done so if the younger of the two, Jocelyn, didn't bound around the side of the house with two of her friends chasing after her. The look they exchanged just before exiting the car said it all: whatever had started in the dressing room wasn't about to come to a conclusion anytime soon.

"Daddy…" Leeseo mewled as they pulled in the garage, "I don't think I can just WAIT until we are alone again…"

He knew what she felt, but had no idea how to tell his own daughter that they couldn't rejoin under such forbidden circumstances with her mother or sister anywhere nearby.

"I'm sorry sweetie, your mom was supposed to be out with her girlfriends tonight… I wish we were home alone as much as you do!"

But his daughter wasn't reassured enough by that. He knew it from the look on her face when Leeseo quickly opened her door and slapped her flip-flops down comically on the concrete of the garage floor. Jae knew that the best remedy for his daughter in these times was space… although perhaps the opposite was true today.

While they ate dinner that night, Jae's brain ran amuck and so did Leeseo's. How is one to reconcile the excruciating interruption of lust between a father and daughter with the reality of sitting next to that very person for an hour or more without betraying the slightest bit of affection?

THAT was exactly what Leeseo was dealing with as she ate her dinner amongst her mother, sister and father. She couldn't fathom a better way to deliver the "fuck me" message than what she had been sending his way with her eyes, words and touches throughout that night. It was driving her mad, and Leeseo couldn't help herself imagining her daddy sweeping the dishes right off the table and fucking her right in front of her mom and little sister. She was so horny; Leeseo would have let him do whatever he damn well pleased.

No matter how hard she tried to hasten things, no matter how seductive she tried to be as she and her dad maneuvered around their unknowing family members, the result was the same. Leeseo said her goodnights and Jae followed his wife to bed as he was expected to that night.

He had no idea what to think. Now that the evening had driven a wedge between that moment and the one they'd shared in the dressing room, Jae couldn't help wondering if he'd made an enormous mistake. What was his daughter thinking?

Jae lay in his bed, conflicted as he'd ever felt before in his life. His cock boasted of the incredible seconds it had spent within Leeseo's teenage pussy, but his mind battled to prove he had done wrong by her. Now that she'd had time to think, his baby would surely see that she could do so much better than her dad… that she was too beautiful to be his and his alone.

His mind was racing…actually freaking out as he lay in bed. He hadn't even had the chance to say a proper goodnight to his daughter when…

'Buzzzzzzzzzzz''

Thank God he had laid his phone down on the bed next to him instead of the nightstand. His wife stayed fast asleep.

Jae couldn't even pretend he wasn't happy to see his daughter's name appear on his message board.

~I've been thinking about you all night daddy…~ it said simply. Attached was a picture he had to bring closer to his face to see clearly.

He swiftly realized what he was looking at… In his daughter's bed, with the covers tossed off and a form lit dimly by the lamp on her nightstand, was the naked body of a female that was simply too incredible to be his own daughter. But he knew different, as he took in the round, perkiness of her breasts, and the toned abdomen, he could make out in the photo with a shiny jewel in the center. It was definitely her. She was stretched out seductively on her bed, surely knowing just how much the picture would arouse him. It was funny how quickly his worries and doubts evaporated with a sigh of relief. He typed back to her immediately.

[I'm sorry we got cut short sweetie. I'll make it up to you, I promise.] Jae wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he'd keep his promise however she took it.

Smiling as she received her father's text, Leeseo got up from her bed and replied: ~How about you start by telling me what's missing from my picture daddy?~

Looking at the picture of his daughter, smiling and splayed out for the photo, he wondered what she was getting at. Jae was pretty sure his daughter was going to continue teasing him but went along anyway.

[I don't know, your clothes?]

~Nope, try again!~ Leeseo played.

[Don't be cruel to your dad sweetheart, what is it? What's missing?]

Jae waited a few extra painful seconds, which was probably exactly his daughters intention.

~You… on top of me…~

He read those words ten times over before his phone buzzed again.

~With your big cock all the way inside me this time…~

How was he supposed to answer that? There were no abbreviations or shorthand, no possible combination of words to say he wanted that more than anything in the world. The text from his daughter was so condemning, he had to check to be sure his wife was still sleeping and not looking his way - the coast was clear. He hesitated, but eventually Jae's fingers moved of their own volition,

[So you think it can fit now, huh Leeseo? Should I I'll come tuck you in and see?]

~Nope!~ Leeseo replied.

Her dad read the message with utter confusion; he'd thought things were going so well!

~I'm not in my bed anymore daddy.~

[Where are you then little one?]

His heart was pumping so hard he thought it might give out. His desire for her was overwhelming. A whole two minutes went by with no response until Jae's anxiety was quelled by the buzzing of his phone once more.

He read the words before opening the message.

~I lost my bottoms in the laundry daddy, can you come help me find them?~

As if his lust needed to be enraged any further, Jae opened his phone to see a picture of his daughter knelt over and looking into the dryer in the basement. As he should have expected, she had nothing to cover the tiny pink pussy he'd been so close to sliding all the way into earlier that day. Her little fingers were just peeking between her legs as if she was accidentally caught touching herself. He'd never grow tired of seeing his baby's naked backside, and there was simply no choice but to go find her and fill up that sweet little pussy that was beckoning him downstairs.

She waited then, listening to the sounds of the house and feeling her body sing with excitement inside and out. It felt like hours until she heard the padding of feet on the stairs to the basement. Leeseo prepared herself for what might happen next, standing up and thrusting her backside out so her father would get the best view when he walked into the laundry room.

Jae's mind went numb as he turned the final corner and saw her across the room. His feet had carried him to that spot, but his brain was still upstairs coping with the photo his baby had sent him to bring him to her.

Leeseo had on only one of her over-sized tank tops, a blue-gray one that didn't quite make it past the delectable arch of her back. Just as he'd seen in the picture, she was facing away from him with her palms on the low surface of the dryer, presenting herself for his devouring eyes.

That look… the one she gave him over her shoulder when she knew he had stopped at the door to take her in… it drew Jae to his daughter like an inescapable force of gravity.

"Hi daddy…" she beckoned him quietly.

"Hey there sweetheart," Jae replied as he approached his bottomless little girl from behind.

"Have you found what you were looking for yet?" Jae asked.

Leeseo didn't answer until she felt her dad's hands finally touch down on her hips.

"I did now…" she cooed.

Jae leaned in and brought his lips tantalizingly close to curve of his daughter's neck. He took her in - her smell, the sound of her breathing, and the sight of her whole body molding to his presence behind her. His fingers tightened around her waist as Leeseo begged without saying a thing for her dad to make a move.

A few more seconds of agonizing silence passed and Leeseo thought she was going to have to turn around and throw herself at him when he finally struck down. His lips kissed her neck once gently, then again with more meaning. In seconds, she could feel his belabored breath on her; his mouth was working wonders on the sensitive surface of her neck. She craned it to the side, rolling her head back as he worshipped her.

Leeseo's backside quickly did as it was getting so good at and rotated around the unavoidable bulge in her father's shorts. She wished he would have just taken them off to begin with. The lusting teenager settled for the feeling of her father's palm working its way under her shirt and up until it once again massaged her youthful breasts.

He was more aggressive now than he had been before. Perhaps it was the fact that they'd been at this before or, more likely, it was because of the relentless teasing his daughter had subjected him to that night, and many weeks prior for that matter.

"God daddy… it's okay… you don't have to go slow this time…" she said adorably, while he pawed at her with the only intent of touching every inch of her skin.

"I know you want to fuck me… I would have let you anytime tonight…" his baby continued. Jae was lost in the feeling of her.

"…in the kitchen when I was helping mom cook…right on the dinner table…unhhhhgod…I wanted you to fuck me silly dad.."

Just as she'd hoped, Jae's hands left her body and when they returned there was a new sensation between Leeseo's legs, right on her quivering mound. She knew it wasn't her father's hands, for both of them were gently grasping that irresistible waist of hers, testing whether his fingers could touch around its tiny circumference. It became clear to her that things were progressing at a satisfying rate when her dad urged his hips forward and his daughter could feel the tip of his cock tease her needy lips.

"Leeseo…" he spoke tenderly, "I'm not sure I can control myself around you anymore."

The swooning brunette rotated her hips to achieve the same effect of her dad's penis between her legs. They both tensed as it threatened entry.

"I don't want you to…" said Leeseo in reply. "Please daddy… I can't take it anymore… please put it in…"

Those were words he thought he'd never hear, nor be so grateful to. Jae took a few seconds to mentally store the sound of his own daughter begging him to fuck her, and then reached down between them to do so.

Leeseo felt her father direct his tip and rolled her hips to make it as easy as possible. When he was sure he could feel his head just where it needed to be, Jae grabbed hold of his daughter's sides and pulled them towards him.

"Ohgoddaddy…ohshit…" She cried. Her body winced and she had to grasp quickly at the dryer in front of her to stay upright.

Leeseo's stubborn little pussy didn't give way to him easily. On that first push, it just barely allowed him an inch or two. Once again, they were at the same place they'd been hours ago in the department store dressing room, incest in the balance as Jae's penis sought entry between his daughter's tiny, strained lips. Their eyes met as she looked over her shoulder with a desperate glare that said 'you're not stopping this time.'

He didn't dare. Holding tight to his 18-year-old's waist, Jae made another attempt into her snug entrance and felt her whole body react to the next few inches of her father spreading her open. Leeseo cried out again in overwhelming pleasure.

He needn't have worried about lubrication, Leeseo had been drenched since before they even left for the store that morning. She was so wet now that she was practically dripping down his waiting shaft. He didn't worry about protection either, his baby had assured him she was on birth control, and they were both more than happy to be feeling each other without a condom. The few, awkward attempts she'd made at sex in the past had used one, and Leeseo was so grateful to be feeling her father unprotected inside her for 'kinda' their first time.

"Fuck daddy, you're really big…" She panted, concentrating hard as she tried to accommodate him.

"You're doing really well sweetheart, but your pussy is very tight - try to relax little one."

"Okay daddy, I'll try…unnhhh," said his beautiful daughter as Jae slowly urged yet another inch of his cock into her teenage pussy. "God it's…mnhuhhh… so thick!"

Knowing with every ounce of his being that Leeseo's incredible warmth was made just for him, Jae finished his thrust into her. Like a Band-Aid, he felt sure that doing so all at once would be better for his little girl in the long run.

"Daaaadddyyyyeeeeee…" his baby cried. She lost her grip on the dryer and was pushed into it, standing on her toes but unable to escape the advance of her father's cock. Jae was relieved they were all the way downstairs then - it was almost impossible to hear his wife yelling to him even in the kitchen when she was down here.

Her vision blurred as her father filled her completely. Leeseo's body could do nothing but allow him into her; she quaked and held her breath as Jae sank into her entirely for the first time in both of their lives. It was simultaneously painful and utterly satisfying as Leeseo felt her dad's hips connect with her back side.

He knew he couldn't move just yet; he would give his daughter as much time as she needed now that he was buried inside her to the hilt - a feeling he knew would be synonymous with his love for his young daughter from that moment on. He could feel Leeseo writhe as the deep feelings of passion caused him to flex his invading member within her.

"That was mean dad…" said Leeseo once she was finally able to speak. It was difficult enough to allow a few inches of her father inside her young tunnel, and then all of the sudden she was taking the entire thing.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but I think it's better we just got it over with…" said Jae, petting her smooth sides lovingly.

"You mean, your whole cock is inside me?" Leeseo asked incredulously. She winced again when she tried to turn around and see.

Jae looked down, not sure he believed it himself. Sure enough, it was. Her perfect little butt was nestled against him; he was in as far as he could be without shoving against her rudely.

"Yes baby, it's all the way in. Are you feeling okay?"

"Well.. for starters, your penis is freaking huge, so I'm gonnahhhhh…mnphhhh… need a few seconds," Leeseo squealed as she came back down from her toes and got a better hold on the dryer in front of her after that surprise attack from her father.

"But yes… I'm okay. It feels good dad it's just… I'm not sure I knew what it would be like to have you… mnphhhh… all the way in."

While he let his daughter adjust, Jae's hands resumed pawing at the curves of her incredible body. They once again worked their way under Leeseo's loose-fitting top until they were palming her breasts and pinching her nipples just the way she liked. Jae had always known how to read his daughter, and he knew then that she was ready to take another thrust.

Still, his daughter whimpered as he withdrew from her young pussy. Jae watched her carefully as he pulled out to the very tip before pushing right back where he'd came from.

"Ohhhfuuuuck dad… god it's big…" she breathed.

He planted against Leeseo's backside again before once more pulling out of her.

It was still a little painful, and Leeseo was not sure she'd ever get used to having her dad's big cock inside her, but feeling him fuck her for real on that third stroke excited her greatly.

"Daddy… you're fucking me…" she said, trying to comprehend it herself.

"Yes baby, I am… does it feel better now?"

"Uh huh…" purred his little girl.

Jae held her hips securely and began to establish a rhythm of urging his cock in and out of his teenage daughter. Each time he felt her soft cheeks touch his pelvis, Jae was rewarded with another moan from Leeseo. It made him repeat the motion with increased fervor. His head touched deep within the pretty brunette somewhere nothing and nobody had ever reached before, and despite a momentary experience of pain, she relished feeling him that deep inside her.

"nnnghhhGod daddy… fuck me… " she pleaded, "It's okay now… if you want to fuck me harder you can."

Looking at the beautiful smile of permission on his baby's face, Jae immediately thudded against her. He felt her pussy enveloping him in irreversible, beautiful incest. Here was his own teenage daughter, standing in front of the dryer that had spun her clothes for eighteen years, taking her father's cock inside her as neither of them would have ever thought possible.

But feeling him now, Leeseo didn't care how big he was or how long it was going to be until her young quim truly adjusted to his size. She loved the way he pawed at her too, palming her breasts and gripping her at different places as he fucked her. Feeling Jae thud against her, the eager brunette actually started leaning back into him, helping him get as deep as he could with each thrust.

"Does my pussy feel good daddy…uuuuuhhhHH… does your cock feel good inside your little girl?" she taunted.

"God yes it does."

Only Jae could watch and enjoy the sight of his shaft disappearing into his daughter from behind. As before, that unfortunate reality caused Jae to reach for the phone he'd set on the washing machine as soon as he'd walked in. Leeseo grinned and did her best to pose while Jae directed the phone at their junction and took a picture.

"Look sweetie, that's what daddy's cock looks like inside of you," he said, leaning in and showing her the picture.

Leeseo looked at it hungrily, smiling and doing the work of moving her hips back and forth on him herself. It was only feeling good now, his big cock filling her again and again as she worked herself onto him while he stood behind her. Looking down at the incredibly dirty picture that would now be saved on his phone, Leeseo badly wanted to watch his big penis going inside her for herself.

"Dad I wanna watch." Leeseo said, sounding like the young girl he'd raised asking to watch something on TV. Of course, she didn't have him lodged inside her from behind back then. "Can we…mnghhh… flip around so I can see?"

"Sure honey," Jae agreed while giving her a couple more strong thrusts from behind.

The feeling of cool air on his wetted shaft was regrettable as Jae pulled out of his daughter, but it didn't last long. Leeseo's face turned to a surprisingly lustful one as she looked her dad over, his erection bobbing right at her. She approached him slowly with striking desire in her eyes and grazed his cock with her hand. Jae lifted his arms over his head when Leeseo tugged at his shirt and then he helped her out of hers gratefully seeing her entrancing, naked body once again.

"Lay down daddy," Leeseo ordered, motioning to the old, shag carpet that covered the floor in the laundry room. He and his wife had that thing in their condo before Leeseo was even born; Jae wondered what his former self would have said if he was told that one day he'd have sex with her on it.

He did as she asked and could only watch as she kneeled down, naked and beautiful, plotting just how she was going to fuck him next.

Leeseo didn't sink down onto his cock right away, she crawled forward as her dad waited and kissed him deeply. She wiggled into place as their tongues danced and Jae let her lead the entire way. How wonderful it was to see his teenager being assertive as he'd always taught her to be.

He was also learning just how much his daughter loved to tease…

Leeseo slowly reached between them and took hold of him after they broke up their hungry kisses. Feeling how thick he was in her hand would always amaze her, no matter what.

"Awww daddy, you're still so big and hard… do you want me to put it back in me?" She asked seductively, wiggling his tip back and forth between her slick little pussy lips.

"I do Leeseo… don't torment me like that."

"But daddy… you're not supposed to put your big cock inside your daughter… do you reeeeally want to fuck me again?"

"God yes, come on little one…ohhhh." Jae said, trying to lift his hips and stop Leeseo's games.

She was quite enjoying herself, but Leeseo wanted to have him back inside her too. When she couldn't stand the look of desperation on her dad's face anymore, the naughty 18-year-old finally sat down on him all in one go.

Leeseo and her dad moaned in unison as they felt him fill her again. For both of them, there was truly nothing that could ever match the extraordinary intimacy of that feeling and its entailed love.

The pretty teenager felt an addiction to him developing in that very moment as she lifted her tiny butt up and leaned in for a kiss. Jae obliged her and couldn't see it, but felt her sink down onto him again. He reached out and grasped that irresistible butt, pressing his fingers into it vigorously.

She lay on top of him, breasts spreading as they pressed against his big, manly chest. Leeseo grinned as she and her dad helped each other urge his cock in and out of her pussy repeatedly.

"Oh god daddy…unhhhh…your cock feels good…" she cooed, loving how he'd lift her backside with his strong hands each time she felt his head as deep in her as it could go.

It was like his daughter's slender hips were on a hinge, working up and down on him while she laid her head on his shoulder and took him with pants and moans. He'd always known his baby was flexible from watching her do workouts and practice her cheerleading routines in the backyard, but this was definitely a whole new level.

Love it as she did, Leeseo got a taste of her father's pelvis bumping against her sensitive clit and she wanted more. She surprised her father by pushing up off him and sitting down on to his cock with her full weight.

"Baby…ohhhfuuuuck that's tight," Jae groaned. A triumphant grin painted across his daughter's face. She rewarded him by gently rocking her hips on him without lifting an inch.

"Ouuuuh…" she cooed, feeling her clit mash against him, "daddy I might cum already!"

"Go ahead sweetie," he allowed, wincing as she rocked on him again. "Can't you move those hips any faster my little 'fit girl'?" he continued, taunting her with a moniker he'd heard her use a few times before..

Leeseo's mouth opened in contempt, still rocking on him slowly as she glared down, thinking about whether she'd humor his challenge. The answer came automatically to her; she already knew she badly wanted to cum on him and her tingling clit was begging to get more attention from her motions.

The palms of his naked daughter came down on Jae's chest, intertwining with the wiry hair that speckled his chest. Her tits squeezed together, looking incredible as she braced herself. One gyration at a time, Leeseo increased the range of her hips, keeping her dad's penis lodged inside her the whole time.

"Like this daddy?" Leeseo queried.

"Uh huh…mngh…" Jae answered, trying to sound like he wasn't enjoying it as much as he was, "but you can do better than that I think baby."

God he was making her so freaking horny, thought Leeseo as she writhed back and forth with his massive pole buried in her pussy. The spunky brunette was finding that she liked being teased almost as much as she liked being a tease!

She rotated her hips even more, and this time Jae couldn't help groaning aloud.

"That's a good girl sweetie… mnghh…just like that." Jae encouraged her.

His daughter simply looked too damn sexy moving her hips like that on top of him. His hands had crawled up Leeseo's abdomen and were massaging around her teenage breasts and midsection while she tried to show him just how good she could be. After a few more strokes, the young beauty seemed to be losing herself in the intensity of their incestuous fucking.

He couldn't help himself… Jae reached for his phone on the carpet next to him - he'd placed it there knowing he might still need it - and pointed the camera up at his daughter. Lying back, he centered Leeseo in the frame and snapped a picture of her with her eyes closed, concentrating intently on the feeling between her legs and nothing else. At the bottom of the frame he had clearly captured himself buried inside her and looked forward to having such a remarkable thing captured for his later view. But for now, he held on tight to the real thing.

Leeseo heard the 'click' her dad's camera made and was delighted to have modeled for him without even knowing it. Seeing the satisfied grin on her daddy's face, Leeseo felt a warmth within her that she wasn't quite ready for.

Jae watched his daughter's face turn from smile to utter concern as her hips flexed and the sensation that had been building in her clit and the walls that were clamped around her daddy's cock made its final ascent.

"Oh fuck dad… ohmygod…daddy… unhhh.." she panted, moving as best as she could and feeling her father's hands fall to her hips to help her.

When her body finally tensed entirely, Jae was left to urge their hips together, wanting to see her cum as hard as humanly possible.

Leeseo arched her back and howled into the room above them as she came for the first time with her father inside her.

Her orgasm wracked her more than either of them could have thought possible. Jae could feel his baby's entire body quake repeatedly as waves of pleasure overtook her again and again. Her youthful breasts shook and her pussy clenched so hard it approached discomfort to her father's immersed member.

Jae had thought he'd seen it all, seen his daughter at her most beautiful many times over until that moment. But just then, as his baby climaxed with reckless abandon, her father knew this was it. He'd never love and adore someone so much again. He was ruined for all but the beautiful girl he'd brought into this world, the same girl who now felt she'd been taken out of it as her whole body screamed with orgasmic bliss.

Neither of them could have said how long that fit of shaking and gasping and wonderful cumming lasted. Jae could certainly feel the way her quivering tunnel had seeped out an impressive amount of wetness that was coating her and him inside and out. He could feel her insides gently relenting their rhythmic coaxing of his shaft, and Leeseo was utterly grateful when she could finally take her first deep breath of air and look down at her father.

Leeseo actually looked a little embarrassed as she smiled shyly down at her dad. Vulnerability wasn't always her strong suit, especially not with her dad who she'd always seen as so strong and stable throughout her life. Here she was, perched on top of him, just coming back to life after an orgasm that did things to her she couldn't have hoped to control. As if proving her sentiments, Leeseo actually collapsed forward into her father's waiting arms.

"Dad…" Leeseo mewled as she lay against him.

"Yes honey…"

"Don't tell anyone I look like that when I'm cumming, okay?"

Leeseo could feel her dad actually shaking them both with laughter. She joined him, giggling between attempts to fully regain her breath, made more difficult by the fact that their shuddering bodies were reminding her that she still had his hard cock buried inside her pussy. Jae felt it too but was distracted by his admiration of her. The fact that his daughter could make him laugh so hard in the middle of the most unbelievable, forbidden sex he could ever hope to have in his entire life, was a reality that convinced Jae that he would dedicate his life to Leeseo no matter what it meant. His daughter too wondered what the hell she was going to do given that she was now positive no man could ever match her father in any way.

"Have I told you I love you today Leeseo?" Jae asked when he finally stopped laughing. He could feel his daughter's smile form against his chest. She lifted her head to look up at him again.

"Yes daddy, but tell me again."

Jae looked back down at her and found those endlessly deep green eyes, "I love you baby…more than you could know."

She just grinned back at him, knowing beyond a doubt that he meant every syllable. When she'd basked in his loving gaze for long enough, Leeseo spoke up.

"Please tell me you're not planning on being done with me yet daddy. I'm not letting you go until you cum."

She hadn't technically let him go at all yet either. Neither of them could exactly ignore the fact that Leeseo's quim still fatefully held her dad's erection within.

Jae would never get used to hearing his daughter talk like that, but that was fine with him, because it made him want her so badly he swelled within her.

"Nope, we don't need to be done yet sweetheart." He said meaningfully. Leeseo looked pleased

"Good," she said, suddenly looking a little shy as she sat up on him, "because I want you to do something else for me too…"

Jae's eyes narrowed, wondering what that could be. "First… will you fuck me on the washing machine… with it on?"

Jae laughed yet again.

"What?!" Leeseo defended, "I saw it on TV once and I read that it's really awesome. Please daddy?"

Her father surprised her by sitting up quickly and wrapping an arm around her. Leeseo moaned as his cock moved around within her while he picked them both up impressively and maneuvered over until Leeseo felt cold metal against her toned little ass. She was grinning proudly the entire time - her father was spoiling her again and again.

Jae reached behind them, seeing some towels and other things through the clear window of the washer. He once again faced his daughter as she felt the machine click on below her and water begin to flow into the basin. Leeseo instinctively brought her hands into her dad's hair the way he loved and pulled him to her to kiss again. He'd never get tired of anything they did together, but the way she kissed him might have been Jae's favorite. Just feeling those soft, youthful lips and the way she would eagerly move her head this way and that reminded him of the days when he was a teenager just like her. Even better was the purrs into his ear she paid him with as he kissed her neck.

"So… what else sweetie?" Jae asked, watching his teen's mouth open gently when he gave her just a short, slow poke.

"What do you…nghhh… mean dad?" She asked innocently.

"You said 'first…' earlier," he quoted, awarding yet another, longer stroke. 'Was there something else you wanted sweetheart?"

"Uh huh…" Leeseo cooed, looking at him again. Here was that shyness he'd seen earlier. Jae felt her heels on his backside as she helped him fuck her.

"What is it baby?" Jae asked her, "…you know I can't ever tell you no."

Leeseo looked like she needed a few more thrusts to gain her courage, so Jae gave them to her, looking down at their incestuous junction as he did before watching her eyes again in wait for her request. 'Uh oh,' Jae thought, seeing those huge puppy-dogs he always knew preceded something she wasn't sure he'd grant her.

She kissed his lips…

Then his cheek…

And finally his ear, pausing there to whisper…

"I want you to cum in my pussy daddy…"

His eyes widened, and it felt as if his heart stopped too. As if fucking his own daughter wasn't enough, watching her orgasm on the floor of their laundry room wasn't enough, and doing so without a condom wasn't either, now his baby wanted him to conclude the whole act with something that he couldn't even begin to comprehend! Yet, it wasn't even a question for him…

"Are you sure?" he asked her, continuing to slide his cock in and out of Leeseo's pussy.

With a needy look and biting her lip, Leeseo nodded slowly.

That was all he needed. Both of them beamed as Jae reached down and took hold of his daughter's tiny waist.

"Go ahead daddy…unhhh…fuck me however you want to…"

That's exactly what her father did. He squeezed her sides tight and urged his cock into her fully just as the washing machine started spinning. Leeseo's eyes widened as the sudden motion of the machine joined the amazing fulfillment of her dad fucking her in earnest.

"Oh God Leeseo…fuckyoufeelsogood…" Jae breathed.

They both looked at each other deeply as Jae's hips thudded against his daughter's spread legs and pussy. The machine was picking up speed and Leeseo could feel it vibrating her whole body, adding to the buzz that had been there since her dad had first sunk all the way in.

"Fuck me daddy… fuck your little girl…" Leeseo encouraged him.

Jae thrust into her hard enough to shake her, to see those beautiful breasts shudder and watch her mouth open in pleasure as he impaled her deeply. God it felt like she was going to cum already. Everything she'd read in one of those silly magazines was actually true, the washing machine was such an amazing addition to sex… if only the writers knew how much better it was to be fucked by their own daddies at the same time!

While he could still think clearly, Jae reached down and lifted the adorable jewel in the middle of his daughter's tummy. She watched him admire it, smiling as best she could while feeling him bury inside her pussy repeatedly. Someday, he thought he'd put a nice rope of white spunk right across that memorable little piece of jewelry. Not today though… as Jae caught his teenage daughter smiling, he let go of the jewel, along with any reservations he had about how this encounter with Leeseo was going to end.

"Ohgodd…you're gonna make me cum again daddy…" Leeseo cried.

He was determined to be more relentless than the machine that was now vibrating him and his little girl closer and closer to an impending peak. Jae gripped his daughter's hips and wrapped his fingers around until they pressed into the tops of her ample cheeks.

"Are you gonna cum too?" Leeseo asked, moaning again and trying to breathe, "Are you…mnhhh… inside me daddy?"

"Yes baby…" Jae replied, loving her endlessly with his heart and his thrusts, "I'm about to…mphhh… your pussy is so tight honey…"

"Fuck-I'm-close dad…" she panted, receiving another thrust and urging him to continue with the legs she'd wrapped around him.

"So bad…unhhh…my daddy's sperm in me…" Leeseo coaxed.

Jae got one last look at her… his beautiful daughter… whom he loved more than anything in this world… He watched her arch her back, squint her eyes, and implore him not to stop until he'd finished them both off completely.

Leeseo toppled first, throwing her head back as her dad thudded against her over and over, seeking his own orgasm.

He watched her eyes close and heard that wonderful sound of his daughter climaxing on the very cock that had made her. He watched her lose her wits, reach out for him and clamor desperately to be held while she came. Jae didn't dare stop his hips thrusting in and out of her, for each movement sent his daughter deeper into whatever orgasmic bliss was consuming her.

He didn't have a chance of holding out. Jae wanted to keep feeling his cock slide into his baby until the end of the world, but he was no match for that beautiful, teenage girl. Her pussy begged him with quivering pressure to join his daughter in the pleasure of climax.

Jae submitted to her.

Just as Leeseo was starting to see the light, to feel her body releasing its overwhelming grip on her reality, she felt it for the first time and knew what was happening immediately.

Deep inside her, as deep as he could be, Leeseo felt her father spurt the first of his orgasm into her womb. It was so warm and wonderful it stunned her into still more pleasure.

Jae flexed into his baby, feeling his whole body throb another copious ribbon of sperm into Leeseo's pussy.

"Daddyyeee… I can feel you cumming!!" She sobbed.

It was the most incredible sensation of his life. Nothing could be more rewarding, more forbidden or more perfect than spurting into his daughter a third time, a fourth… Jae lost count.

Leeseo could feel every inch of her pussy painted with his life-giving semen. As her body quaked splendidly, the beloved teen wondered nervously if her birth control would be enough to protect her from the copious amount of spunk.

He couldn't take it anymore. Jae fumbled, eyes closed, for the button to stop the washing machine. His daughter's shuddering, tight quim was enough to weaken his knees; he wanted to feel only that as his cock emitted a few more stubborn ropes of cum.

They looked at each other when they were able, feeling Jae's penis throb inside her and pressing their foreheads together to support each other.

That moment stuck in Leeseo's mind for a long while. She could tell her dad was still taken aback by the orgasm she could, quite literally, feel seeking every possible void inside her while he remained buried there. The well fucked teenager was eternally grateful he'd given her exactly what she wanted by agreeing to cum inside her. She couldn't imagine a more wonderful feeling.

"Are you sure you're done cumming daddy?" she asked quietly, angling her eyes up to him while their foreheads were still pressed together. She saw him smile and shake his head.

"Good, because I don't think I could take anymore daddy - you came so much in me. I can feel it…like…everywhere!"

God that was dumbfounding to hear, thought her father. He loved her so freaking much for it too.

"Well you made me!" Jae complained.

"I made you, huh?" Leeseo asked, toying with him, "did I MAKE you come down here and put that big cock of yours inside me when I was just looking for my panties?"

Jae chuckled breathily. They both winced a little, feeling his cock shift inside her.

"Did I MAKE you take my clothes off today in the dressing room? Did I MAKE you…"

Jae silenced her with a push of his hips against her, though there was very little place he could go.

"DAAAAD!" She whined, "Don't, I'm sensitive!"

He backed off a little making a mocking puppy-dog face of his own in return.

Then a quiet moment found them looking at each other in wonder and admiration. They shared it wordlessly, eyes searching each other for some kind of explanation for how much passion they felt.

Leeseo's eyes narrowed, almost tearing up. She couldn't help herself telling him: "I love you so much daddy…I really do."

"God sweetie, I do too." Jae praised her, petting her hair and taking her head against his shoulder, "you have always been the most wonderful daughter."

They held each other for a moment before Leeseo backed off and looked down between them. He could see she was ready for him to pull out of her.

She whimpered the whole way, and Jae's body tensed as well as his sensitive tip pulled from her inch by inch. When his head finally emerged from his teenager's pussy, Leeseo gasped to see it.

Slowly attempting to return to its original, tiny size, Leeseo's pussy squeezed out a shocking amount of white, gleaming sperm… her daddy's sperm. It flowed down onto her father's head as he held it below Leeseo's entrance. The look of astonishment and delight on his daughter's face was absolutely amazing to behold.

"Ohmygod… I was right daddy… Jesus…" Leeseo admired, "look how much you came!"

Jae shook his head and smiled at her. It did look like quite a lot, he thought, but who would blame him given who he'd pumped it into?!

Jae and his daughter stared down at the mess they had made together when Leeseo surprised him yet again by reaching her hand down between them and grabbing her dad's softening cock. She brought his head closer to her young entrance, scooping some of the semen that had flowed out of her and pressed it back into her pussy. It was not even close to successful, but Jae got her intent as she slowly stroked him once, pleased to see just a little more cum squeeze from his tip.

"Well…" spoke his devious little girl, "now I know how you and mom got pregnant so early…"

Jae laughed. What a ridiculous thing to hear from his own daughter. The fact that she seemed so appreciative of the forbidden mess of his cum that was coating her 18-year-old pussy was equally incredible to him. Given how much she seemed to like it, Jae planned to reward her many times over in the future.

Seeing her like that, Jae decided that the best thing to do in that moment was to end their encounter just the way it had begun. Leeseo whined when he left her sitting on the washing machine alone but her confusion quickly turned to a mischievous grin as she saw her dad pick up his phone off the carpet.

She put on that big wide-eyed, puppy-dog look with the adorable lip-bite that would never cease to melt him and posed herself perfectly to display the mess of a daughter he'd just fucked so thoroughly. Jae took a couple shots, not wanting to risk missing that inconceivable sight. There was certainly no chance of missing the warm, white spunk that was slowly escaping her freshly-filled young pussy. Jae figured he might look back at that picture many times after that. As long as he lived he would never be able to get enough of his perfect little daughter.

Leeseo must have seen that absolute adoring love in his eyes, a feeling that bordered on obsession, because she filled the silence after the camera's click.

"I'm yours now daddy, you know that right?" She asked, sounding nervous, wanting him to feel as she did.

"I'm glad to hear that sweetie," Jae replied, hesitating just a second to see that adorable hope in her eyes, "because I'll never love someone as much as I do you. This is 'it' for me."

She swooned and reached out for him tenderly before they joined in a beautiful, passionate kiss. Leeseo's legs wrapped around her dad and they both felt the sticky mess between them but cared not a bit.

He carried her to that pivotal spot on the old carpet where they'd made love to each other minutes, or was it hours ago, and they dozed off together with Leeseo in her father's arms. It was the most peaceful, wonderful night either of them ever had, and they'd share it many times again, if fate would allow it.

They were woken to the sound of her mother calling Jae's name the next morning. Leeseo looked worried but her father told her to simply put on her shirt while he went upstairs to greet her and wait for him to 'yawn loudly' as a signal that the coast was clear.

Jae donned some shorts from the laundry and was pulling a shirt over his head when he met his wife in the kitchen and made an excuse about accidentally falling asleep downstairs - something he did often. She accepted it without a word.

Jae watched his daughter slowly peek out of the basement door after he yawned as promised. With her mother's back was turned, Leeseo met her father's eyes for an instant and then slinked upstairs unseen.