The Buffalo - Sex Stories

The Buffalo

... should run home.” “Yes, it was a good idea, wasn’t it?” His elbows settled down on the table as his hands intertwined in front of them. Her daddy had the same blue, piercing eyes that felt like they could see right through to her soul. His straight and unimposing nose was superior to a well-trimmed, thin moustache. His lips formed a lopsided smile that curved upwards and to the right. She’d always thought her daddy was very handsome. “Okay Jen, why don’t we both clean up and get started?” he said, his smile widening. The warmth from her run quickly left her face, leaving behind a cold layer of sweat. Her legs subtly began trembling again. “Yes daddy, I’ll go clean up right now.” She turned away from him and walked out of the kitchen, down the hall and to the bathroom. Jenny closed the heavy walnut door behind her, pressing down on the center of the brass doorknob. The girl turned to the mirror above the sink and inspected herself with a critical eye. She turned on the water, cupped her hands below the faucet and filling them with cooling liquid. Her hands and face came together as she washed the perspiration from her smooth, pale skin. Lifting the towel from the chrome holder on the wall, she passed it over her visage. The luxurious Turkish cloth absorbed the moisture in one swoop. After quickly using the toilet, she left the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. Her father was waiting at the table, with a towel in his clean hands and a scrutinizing look on his face. ...

... Satisfied with what he saw, his features again assembled themselves into their typical half-smile. “Much better Jen.” He said, motioning for her to come closer. His daughter walked over with quick, small footsteps upon the white linoleum. She stopped two feet in front of him. “You know what to do.” Jenny started with her pale blue tank top, peeling it off her still moist body. As it rose upwards, her firm, flat belly came into view. It passed over her ribs, and then her firm, lush titties. The twin mounds rose proudly from her chest as the tank cleared her head and was dropped to her side. Her father nodded approvingly, signaling her to go on. Jenny’s face flushed red. It was far from the first time her daddy had seen her like this, but being exposed like so never failed to embarrass her. Her pink nipples filled with blood and her breasts swelled inside her lacy beige bra as she brought down her yellow cotton short shorts and stepped out of them; one dainty little foot after another. All that was left was her bra and panties, covering her womanly treasures. “Turn around and bend over”, her daddy said. “Daddy, please…” she whimpered. The smile left his face. “Turn around, and bend over. I’m not going to ask again.” Jenny did as she was told. Her round, blemishless asscheeks jutted out from her slim waist and her pussy mound oozed out from between her youthful pink thighs. Her daddy came around to her side and placed his hand on her lovely ass. His coarse, rough skin kneaded her toned ...