Daddy's Pleasure(Erotica)

Father and daughter fall under the spell of the Incest Hotel.

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Amber Thurston and her father would almost certainly have ended up fucking each other, even if they had never set foot in the Copeland Grand Hotel. They were -- to put it bluntly -- a couple of horn-dogs, that had been sniffing around one another for what seemed like an eternity. It would surely only have been a matter of time before the two of them had hooked up.

Doug Thurston -- Amber's dad -- was an insatiable pussy hound, and had been, pretty much from the moment the first pubic hair sprouted out of his balls. He'd been banging chicks since his early teens, and he was never happier than when he was buried to the hilt inside some hot, tight -- and preferably young -- cunt.

A devout connoisseur of gash, it was highly unlikely that he was ever going to ignore such a fine specimen of the female form as Amber, even if she happened to be his daughter. In truth, the fact she was his daughter, only added a certain piquancy to the attraction. Doug was basically amoral when it came to sex, and most other things for that matter, and was in fact no stranger to incest. He had been regularly nailing two of his sisters when they had all lived together as a family; they had even enjoyed the occasional threesome. And, although his older sibling, Erin, had now accepted Jesus as her personal saviour, and was no longer susceptible to Doug's charms; his younger sister, Lara, was always happy enough to drain his balls whenever they met up for family events. Having her suck him off under the mistletoe was practically as big a Christmas tradition for the two of them, as turkey, egg nog and watching Charlie Brown.

Doug fucked around whenever and wherever he could. If he ever gave the subject much thought, and thinking deeply about things was not one of Doug's favourite pastimes, he recognised he probably suffered from some sort of sex addiction. Every guy likes to fuck, but he really liked to fuck. It was a burning need that fuelled his every action and movement. If he was an addict, he didn't really view it as a major problem, since he almost always had someone to share his addiction with.

Doug was a tall, good looking man, with a great physique, and a big ol' cock. He had short, peppery grey hair, and a rugged, sexy appeal. He could be charming and gregarious. Women liked him and getting laid was rarely a problem. He was always on the lookout and his list of conquests was long and varied. His work took him out on the road a lot of the time, so there was ample scope for him to hook up with someone in a bar or a club.

Ideally, he liked screwing college girls, and his success rate in that regard was quite impressive. As far as Doug was concerned, there were few sights more appetising than that of a naked student, licking his ass or sucking his cock, before calling him Daddy, as he came inside them. He had pounded away at plenty of such girls in their dorm rooms. There had been a couple of occasions where he'd drilled two or even three of them at a time. University was supposed to broaden the mind; Doug found it worked like a charm.

But he was a man who never let perfection be the enemy of the good. Yes, younger, well-educated sluts were invariably his preference, but any hole's a goal was his overriding motto in life. If that meant lowering your sights every so often, so be it. Waitresses working the night shift in 24-hour diners, for instance, were always a rich seam to be mined. One minute he would be turning on the charm, giving a tired-looking woman a dazzling smile, the next he would have them bent over a garbage can out back, while he was fucking them in the ass.

This was Doug's life, a litany of casual hook-ups and one night stands; getting laid wherever the opportunity arose. He was reasonably careful not to shit on his own doorstep, almost all of his cheating took place a long way from home, and a long way from the attentions of his wife. He was good at compartmentalising things. Adultery, most of all.

Amber was very much her father's child. She had inherited similar tastes and appetites, although her preferences usually -- but not exclusively -- extended to cock rather than cunt. She was, for want of a better term, a total slut. Amber had developed quite the reputation at her high school. Her nickname was KP, which was short for knee pads. She was the go-to girl for a sloppy blowjob or a nasty, lunchtime fuck; and she wasn't even particularly discriminating about whose cock she was going to go down on, or spreading her legs for.

Sure, she fucked plenty of jocks -- she was a cheerleader and she earnestly and sincerely believed that the fucking and sucking of jocks was an integral part of the job -- but there were at least a couple of nerds she'd regularly jerk off in exchange for help with her homework. There was almost something sweet about her promiscuity. This was a young woman who just really, really loved sex. She loved to bone. And she loved to bone lots and lots and lots of different people. It was just so much fun, sleeping with all and sundry. Variety was very much the spice of life -- and lust -- as far as she was concerned.

Of course, it didn't hurt that Amber was a smoking hot, grade A fox. One of the reasons she fucked around a lot was because a lot of people wanted to fuck around with her. And while she may have inherited her father's libido, she had also inherited her mother's good looks. April Thurston was a total knockout, a complete and utter babe. She may have been a mother of two children, one of them a grown up, but she still looked no older than about 25. April had a mane of long, strawberry blonde hair, mesmeric blue eyes and the cutest smile you could possibly imagine.

And then there was her body.

She had such a perfect hourglass figure, you might imagine sand must be flowing through her, every time she bent over. Her legs were long and shapely, her butt and hips were thick and luscious. And her tits? They were like a couple of barrage balloons, squeezed together under the tight t-shirts that were her usual attire. Doug cheated on her relentlessly and shamelessly, but there were few things on earth he enjoyed more than sliding his dick between his wife's boobs and titty-fucking her until he was shooting off into her face and wide open mouth.

Amber looked more like April's younger sister, than her daughter. She was a tad taller and a smidge slimmer than her mother, but she was also blessed with the kind of hips and tits that made grown men weep. A glimpse of Amber with her top off, would be enough to reaffirm most people's belief in a divine creator.

One might imagine that having this little bombshell, blowing and hoe-ing her way through school, might attract some attention and lead to a few eyebrows being raised. Well, it did, and eventually Amber was brought to the principal's office for a serious conversation. That conversation lasted all of three minutes before Amber found herself sat on the principal's desk, her legs spread wide apart, while the principal was kneeling on the floor and enthusiastically eating out her pussy. The principal happened to be a 53 year old spinster -- and repressed lesbian -- called Violet Runciman, who lived alone and sang in her local church choir.

Then, when whispers of what might be happening at the school, reached the ear of the local superintendent, he immediately began an investigation. This investigation culminated with Amber spending an afternoon in bed with the superintendent and his wife. Amber particularly enjoyed fisting the older woman while she was being fucked in the ass. Yes, Amber primarily preferred cock, but, as her experience with Ms Runciman proved, she was never averse to a little lesbo action.

Everything seemed to sort itself out after that.

So, they made for quite a pair, this father and daughter. Both of them in possession of vast sexual appetites and almost no personal or moral restraints. He'd thought about banging her, she'd thought about banging him. But they had, so far, stopped themselves. The ideal opportunity hadn't quite presented itself, but there was also some internal resistance.

Incest is a big deal, however you look at it, and not something that should generally be entered into lightly. Even a couple of nymphomaniacs like Doug and Amber might have paused for a second or two. Chances are, they would've got round to it eventually -- the mutual draw was too strong and too intense -- but perhaps they needed a little push. A little encouragement. One last heave, to bring father and daughter together.

Well, if that was the case, they'd certainly come to the right place.