Her Preferred Cock:>Ep3

The Gods were certainly shining on the Thurstons that afternoon. Traffic was relatively light, and, almost exactly as Doug had predicted, within an hour they were driving into the grounds of the Copeland Grand Hotel. It was an impressive sight. The buildings had been immaculately maintained and expanded over the years, and the hotel would soon be celebrating its centenary.

They parked up outside the entrance and Doug went inside to check in. An attractive young redhead greeted him with a dazzling smile at the main reception. Doug's Spidey senses immediately clicked into gear and he made sure to check out the name badge on the front of her blouse. It said, Ruth.

"Hello, sir, welcome to the Copeland Grand, how can I help you today?"

"Well, that's a very leading question, Ruth. You don't mind if I call you Ruth, do you Ruth?"

"No, sir. That's my name." She giggled.

"It certainly is, and such a pretty name, too."

"Thank you, sir." She said, blushing.

He knew he was supposed to be on his best behaviour, what with April and the kids only being a few feet away in the car, but this was just the kind of girl Doug liked to target. If he'd been travelling alone, he'd have given Ruth the full court press, not stopping until she was skewered on his dick in his hotel bedroom. He knew from personal experience that these southern girls could be so fucking dirty. He bet Ruth would be dynamite in the sack, and he was tempted to take a run at her, but this was one of those rare occasions when Doug let his conscience lead him down the right path. Within a couple of minutes he'd checked in and was walking away with three keycards.

Ruth watched him disappear from sight. As it happens, Doug's appraisal of her was fairly accurate. She was pretty fucking dirty, there was no doubt about that. And, if she was being perfectly honest, she liked the look of Doug. She definitely had a thing for older men, and, if she had been single, she might have slipped him her number. But, for the first time in her life, she was in a faithful and completely monogamous relationship. In fact, Ruth was in love. The only complication was that the man she was in love with, happened to be her father.

It was only six months ago, when she had booked him in for a weekend stay at the hotel, as a birthday treat. It wasn't unusual for staff to take advantage of empty rooms, when the place wasn't too busy. She'd only been working there a few weeks, and this was the first time she'd made use of this little perk.

Ruth's mom and dad had recently got divorced, and her father lived in a small apartment by himself. She felt sorry for him, it was her mother who had ended the marriage, and she had wanted to cheer him up. Well, she was certainly going to end up doing that, just not in the way she had imagined.

At the end of her shift, she'd taken a bottle of champagne to his room. When he opened the door, he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, and Ruth was suddenly struck by the realisation that her father was actually a bit of a stud. God, he's really hot, she thought to herself, why have I never noticed that before?

He let her in and she poured them both a glass; then they toasted each other's good health. They sat together on a small couch, their knees touching slightly, and they talked and they laughed and they flirted. Then, at some point, for reasons neither of them would ever be able to explain or understand, Ruth found herself sat on her father's lap and the two of them were making out. Ten minutes later, she was on her knees on the floor in front of him, sucking his cock. Twenty minutes after that, the pair of them were naked, in bed together, and fucking like animals.

The next morning, when they woke up, both of them felt they should be a little embarrassed, their interactions should be a little awkward. But instead, they found themselves smiling at each other like a couple of goofy kids, and before too long they were making love once more.

They'd been sleeping together ever since, and it had proven to be the happiest six months of her life. She'd always adored her Dad, he was definitely her favourite, but she had loved him as a father. Now, she loved him as a man. And a partner. She'd basically moved in with him, and the two of them were effectively living as a couple. Once every few weeks she'd book them a room at the hotel, and they would spend hour after glorious hour, fucking each other's brains out.

But with all that sex, came consequences. Despite her sunny demeanour, Ruth happened to be a little apprehensive this particular afternoon. She and her father were going to have to undertake quite a serious conversation when she got home later that evening. She'd been to see the doctor that morning, and now she had big news. The biggest news. She was pregnant with her father's baby. She was nervous, but, as she gently rubbed her hands over her soon to be expanding belly, she realised she was incredibly excited too.

The location where Ruth and her Dad had first slept together was in the hotel's South Wing. And this was, no doubt entirely coincidentally, where the Thurston family had three adjoining rooms. One for Doug and April, one each for Amber and Benjy. By the time they had unpacked, it was early evening, and everyone decided it would make sense to head to the pool.

The Copeland Grand Hotel had two swimming pools in fact. One smaller pool, for younger children, and a much larger pool for everyone else. At the far end of that pool was a bar that served cocktails. You could swim right up to it, and sit in the water, sipping your drink.

Benjy was splashing around in the shallow end of the larger pool, and Doug was standing nearby, keeping an eye on him. April was lying on a sun lounger, reading something on her Kindle. Amber had said they would join them later. For the first time in ages, Doug felt himself relax. The stress of the journey, the stress of his life, faded away. He took a swig of beer and sighed contentedly.

Then Amber appeared.

She walked across the lawn separating the hotel and the swimming pools, ignoring both the path and the sign telling her to keep off the grass. Her Daisy Dukes and her Juicy t-shirt had been replaced with a short silk robe, which was flapping open as she walked, revealing her curvy thighs.

Oh shit, here comes trouble, Doug thought to himself, as his daughter approached.

There was a swagger to her gait, a sexy sway in her hips, a supreme sense of self-confidence and self-awareness. Practically every man who ever met her, and more than a few women, wanted to fuck her. And she knew it. She played up to it, loving her role as the sexy little ingenue, the little prick-tease, the little slut.

So, that's why she was strutting her stuff, her robe loosening just that little bit more with each step she took. She'd been planning this moment ever since her parents and her brother disappeared downstairs half an hour or so earlier. She had decided to make a solo entrance, showing herself off. Amber had showered, reapplied some makeup and then picked out one of her sluttiest and most revealing bikinis.

She wanted to look the part of the trashy little whore. Putting her body out there on display, arousing interest from as many people as possible. Amber intended to have as much fun as possible on this trip. Swan around like a supermodel, maybe catch the eye of a few studs, and get as much cock inside her as she could humanly manage. And she could manage a lot.

Who knows, maybe she and Daddy could finally spend some special time together? That idea -- her and her father, doing it -- had been bubbling under for a while now. It was always there, at the back of her mind. Originally the thought of them fucking each other had kind of repelled her. Ewww, it was her Daddy! How icky! But over time, the disdain and disgust had changed into excitement and arousal. Why had she let him touch her that afternoon, in the car, for instance, if she wasn't intrigued by the idea? He was so close to having his hand inside her shorts. So close to sticking his fingers inside her twat.

Amber was under no illusions; she wanted to fuck her father. And he wanted to fuck her.

But that would have to wait. For now, though, she just wanted to cause a stir, make a scene.