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The worst thing about being a single dad to an eighteen-year old daughter — with no mom in sight to help take the heat off seeing your precious girl blossom into womanhood — was how hard it was to see men ogle her.
Whenever we’d go out together guys would follow my daughter’s every movement with their eyes out on stalks!
Their blatant staring would often get me into trouble — with me ending up almost punching their lights out. Without me chaperoning her I dread to think of the attention she got!
Sometimes I hated having such a hot young daughter, but I got why men craved her so. With long brunette hair, a slim, pocket-sized body, bright-blue eyes, and a cute heart-shaped face, Jodie was a complete knockout.
Yep, even I, her perverted old dad, got a thrill out of watching her. And now — with Jodie spending her summer break working in my office for some extra cash — I was about to take my warped appreciation for her nubile joys to depths I never knew I could sink.
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I tried my best not to test out my Free Use gifts on Jodie, but I just couldn't help myself. Ever since the idea of forcing my huge cock past the fresh snug folds of her bald pussy entered my thoughts, the compulsion to try her out grew more intense by the minute.
The more I tried to stop thinking about her the more I thought about her. It became an obsession, and what made it harder to resist was how she dressed at work; short black pencil-skirts and tight white blouses, both of which clung to her curvy little ass and tits to perfection.
If I thought the men who worked for me would keep their eyes off my girl I was wrong.
In fact, their horny hunger for the delights of Jodie’s supple curves seemed to be more magnified in the workplace. I had yet to fire someone over it, but I sure as hell came close!
The day I finally gave in and fucked my daughter came when I saw her chat to one of my new hires in the kitchen.
As I approached the kitchen I could see they were enjoying a coffee break. Nothing so wrong with that, apart from them wildly flirting!
Jodie was tracing a line from her collar bone down to the summit of her ripe cleavage. The guy, meanwhile, was trying hard to keep eye contact. His gaze, however, was clearly pinned to my daughter’s small yet shapely boobs.
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