Daddy's Hot Vanilla

SIMONE

One week after my 18th birthday, I got the best gift of my life. My uncle fell and broke his leg. I know. I know. It makes me sound like a total ass. I'm not happy that my uncle got hurt, but I am happy that my parents decided to leave for a week to go and help him, and I'm really happy that they don't trust me to be alone at the house yet.

They asked Jack if he could come and stay at our house for the week, and he'd said yes.

Jack is my dad's best friend. He practically helped raise me. I have so many memories of Jack from when I was little. He'd always been there for me, protected me, helped me with anything I needed. He was the absolute best.

But then my feelings started changing. It started a couple of years ago. I began noticing his rock-hard body, the strong line of his jaw, the cute dimple that appeared in his left cheek anytime he laughed or smiled, and his eyes. Holy shit, his piercing blue eyes that looked so damn good with his black hair. I'd noticed recently that there was a tiny bit of gray coming through, but I didn't care. I just thought it made him look sexier.

I'd been saving myself for Jack, and this week I was finally going to get him to make me a woman. His woman.

I'd been shamelessly flirting with him for a while now, but so far, he'd refused to take the bait. But I was 18 now, and he was going to be all mine for a whole week. I was willing to do whatever it took to have Jack. The poor guy didn't stand a chance.

My parents had already left a few hours ago, and when I heard an engine in the drive, I squealed in happiness and peeked out the window. I watched as Jack got out of his black jeep. Just the sight of him gave me butterflies in my tummy, but that's not all he did to me. Looking at his broad, muscular shoulders and chest, the black t-shirt that barely contained his biceps, and the jeans that made his ass look so fucking delicious made my nipples harden instantly. I felt the familiar slickness between my thighs that I always felt when Jack was around. How was it possible for him to have this powerful of an effect on me?

I watched him grab a duffel bag from the back of his jeep, sling it over his broad shoulder, and head for the door. Nervously, I looked down at the skimpy outfit I was wearing. I'd put on my shorty shorts, a tight t-shirt with no bra, and I'd painted my toes a pretty pink. I'd kept my long blonde hair down because he'd said once that he loved the way it curled a tiny bit at the ends. Sure, it was just a passing comment, and, yes, it had been a while ago, but it still counts, damn it!

I knew Jack had a key, so I waited at the top of the stairs until I heard the door click shut and the heavy sound of his boots in the entryway. Giving my hair one more toss, I ran down the stairs yelling his name.

"Jack!" I hollered as I came rushing down the stairs. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bare legs and bouncing tits. I flashed him a wide smile and jumped into his arms for a hug, wrapping my legs around his waist. I pressed myself against his hard, muscled body and breathed in his familiar scent. He always wore the most delicious smelling cologne, but underneath, it was all Jack, and I loved it.

He laughed, gently setting me down before pulling me away from him. I groaned in protest and gave him a pout.

"Hey," he said, laying a finger under my chin to tilt my face up to his.

"You're getting a little big to be doing that, aren't you, Simone?"

"Jack!" I pouted, "didn't you miss me?"

He smiled, showing me that sexy dimple. "Of course I missed you, kiddo."

He gave my arm a quick squeeze before he picked up his duffel bag and headed to our downstairs spare room.

I could barely contain my wicked grin as I ran to catch up to him.

Tugging on his forearm, I pulled him back towards the stairs.

"That's not where you're staying, silly."

"I'm not?"

"Of course not," I said as if it were obvious. "Mom and Dad aren't going to make you sleep on that uncomfortable futon for a week. They told me to tell you to stay in their room."

I held onto his arm as we walked up the stairs, leading him to the bedroom right across the hall from mine. Walking in, I threw myself on the bed, rubbing my hand over the top blanket.

"See? Much more comfortable. I washed the bedding and got everything ready for you."

I could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched me laying on the bed, but instead of joining me, he gave his head a sharp shake and quickly looked away.

"I don't mind staying in the guest room. Maybe it would be better if I were downstairs."

"No, Jack. It's what they wanted. Besides," I said, rolling onto my tummy and kicking my feet, "I'll feel a lot safer knowing you're so close to me."

He scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed.

I gave a happy squeal when he said, "Okay, I'll stay in here then."

"Perfect," I said, jumping off the bed. "I'll go and start supper!"

I walked a few steps and stopped, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that they're having trouble with the hot water in the master bath, so you'll have to shower with me."

I laughed when his blue eyes got even wider. "I mean use my shower. I hope you don't mind."

I didn't wait for him to answer, and instead gave a little excited jump because I liked seeing him watch my tits and then headed downstairs for the next phase of my plan.

JACK

Holy fucking hell.

How in the fuck was I supposed to get through the week with Simone prancing around like that? When Rob had asked me to come and stay at his house for the week to keep an eye on his daughter, I knew it wasn't a good idea. I should've said no, made up some dumb excuse, but the temptation to spend so much time alone with Simone was too great. I'd agreed and now I was standing in my best friend's bedroom, willing my hard-on for his daughter to go away so that I could leave the room and go downstairs.

I'd never had a single impure thought about Simone until recently. Now all of them were impure. My head was constantly bombarded with images of me fucking her, her beautiful pouty mouth around my cock, my mouth all over her tight little pussy. It was driving me insane. I've always loved her and been protective of her, but now things were on a whole different level. I felt possessive of her in a way that shocked me. I knew it could never happen, though. I could never have my best friend's daughter.

She was forbidden fruit. I'd just have to learn to live on a diet that didn't include Simone.

I ignored the pain in my chest at the idea of it. It didn't stop my cock from growing to a painful size, though, when I remembered how great her tits had looked in that tight white t-shirt and the way I could see the bottom of her sweet ass in those shorts.

A cold shower. That's what I needed.

I grabbed a change of clothes from my duffel and was about to use the master bath, but as much as I needed a cold shower, the idea of actually standing under ice cold water didn't appeal to me. Instead, I went into the hall bathroom. I groaned when I saw all of Simone's things littering the counter. The whole bathroom smelled of her delicious floral scent, and my cock pulsed in my jeans at the smell of her.

I tried my best to ignore everything, but when I saw her lacy bras and thongs hanging to dry, I nearly lost it. Running my hands over the seethrough fabric, I knew I'd be jerking myself off in the shower. There was no other way I'd survive this week. A constant, torturous masturbation fest is what the next seven days had in store for me.

I quickly undressed and stepped under the hot water. Fuck a cold shower. I wanted and needed some warmth. Immediately, I grabbed my dick and started pumping myself in a fast rhythm. I imagined Simone in the shower with me, her small hand around my big cock, the hungry look in her eyes while I force fed the length of me into her pretty mouth. Simone on her hands and knees, begging me to fuck her, her tight pussy wrapped around my dick.

My hand moves faster at the images, and right as I'm about to cum, a vivid image of Simone stroking her large pregnant belly floats through my head, making me blow my wad with enough force to take my breath away. I watch as long braids of cum disappear down the drain, wondering what in the fuck just happened.

Simone pregnant? Where the fuck did that come from?

I couldn't deny that the idea aroused the hell out of me. Filling that tight belly with my seed, creating a life within her, claiming her body and her womb-all of that was hot as fuck to me. But it was also insane. She'd never want that. She was so young. And, most importantly, I reminded myself, completely off limits.

I forced the images of a pregnant Simone from my mind and stepped out of the shower. Willing myself to ignore the lacy lingerie and the scent of her perfume that still seemed to fill the bathroom even though she wasn't there, I dressed and hurried downstairs.

When I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by the smell of something burning and Simone bent over the oven with her shorty shorts hiked up so far I could see pale ass cheeks and a cameltoe that had my mouth watering. It was so tight that her bare pussy was poking out on either side. Juicy, plump pussy lips that were begging to be sucked. My mouth watered at the idea of it, and my cock immediately sprang back to life. So much for my shower plan.

When she stood and turned to me, I noticed that she'd been crying. Her bottom lip quivered, and two trails of tears slid down her sweet face. She stood there, twisting the potholder in her hand with a sexy embarrassed flush rising up her face.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked, reaching out to her.

She immediately ran into my arms. Her small body shook against mine as I rubbed circles along her back. I was helpless to stop my cock from growing at the feel of Simone in my arms, crying and vulnerable. I only hoped that by some miracle she wouldn't notice it.

"What's wrong?" I asked again, reaching down to tilt her face up to mine. Her large chocolate brown eyes still threatened to overflow, but at least the tears seemed to have stopped for now.

She gave a small sniffle and said, "I burnt our supper." The words came out as a whimper, and when a fresh stream of tears started, I gently wiped them away with my thumb.

"That's okay," I said, trying to reassure her. "I can just order us a pizza or something.

Her small body still tremored slightly against mine. Her tits felt so good pressed against my chest, and I'd swear I could feel her hard nipples through both our shirts. She sucked on her bottom lip, making my dick give a painful lurch as if trying to jump out of my pants and straight into her pussy.

"I just wanted to show you that I could cook a meal for you," she finally admitted in a whisper.

"Is that what this is about?"

I smiled down at her, touched that she'd tried to go through so much trouble for me. She was trying to cook me a good meal, and here I was with my only thought being how fast can I get my dick out and bend her over the counter. She'd be shocked and disgusted if she knew. I'm such a fucking perv.

"Simone," I said, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear, "I don't care that you burnt one meal. I'm just touched that you tried at all. Maybe we can cook a meal together tomorrow night. Would you like that?"

She smiled one of her brilliant smiles, the one that always made my heart melt, and nodded her head.

"Great," I said, giving her a smile of my own. "I'll order a pizza for tonight, though. I'm not sure whatever you had in the oven can be saved." I gave her a wink and was rewarded with a small laugh.

She stepped back, and I had to resist sighing at the loss of her body against mine. The tears were gone now, but I could still see signs she'd been crying. Tear stains streaked her cheeks which were still a bit red, and her eyes still held a glossy sheen to them. Why the fuck did that turn me on? I wanted to see that exact same look on her face after I'd given her a good spanking, that's why.

Giving another one of those girly jumps that made her tits bounce in a hypnotizing way, she smiled and said, "Great! I'll go find us a movie to watch!" and ran from the room.

SIMONE

I can't believe I'd burnt the damn chicken! I was supposed to be proving to Jack that I was mature enough to take care of him, that I was proper wife material, and all I'd done is show him that I can't even do that.

I'm not going to let it get me down, though. He said we could cook a meal together, which just means we'll have to spend a lot of time together in a very tight space. Plus, the pizza just got here, and I'd picked out a scary movie for us to watch after we eat. I was so excited to be spending time with him that I could barely get down a slice of pizza. When he'd eaten his fill, I made us some popcorn and pulled him towards the couch.

"This is supposed to be really scary, and I'm too frightened to watch it alone," I said, snuggling up close to him with the bowl of popcorn.

We started the movie, but I kept stealing glances at Jack. He's what I really wanted to watch. I could see his profile in the dim light and the way his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Leaning in closer, I pressed my thigh against the strong length of his and snuggled my body in closer.

I desperately wanted to throw myself in his lap, but I knew I needed to be a bit more subtle than that. I knew he thought I was off limits, and I didn't want to push him too hard, at least not yet. There was no denying the hard cock I'd felt pressed against my tummy in the kitchen when he'd held me. I knew he wanted me. I just needed to get him to act on it.

Setting the popcorn bowl aside, I grabbed an afghan and draped it over our laps. I curled my legs under me, rested my head on Jack's shoulder, and pretended to watch the movie. I loved the way our bodies fit so well together. He felt so firm and solid next to me.

When the music intensified on the movie, I gave a little squeal and scooted myself onto his lap. Burying my face in his neck, I whispered, "It's too scary, Jack."

He stilled beneath me for a second before his arms wrapped around me. He gave my back a soothing pat that sent shivers straight down my spine and into my pussy. I was so wet, and I worried that I'd be leaving a wet stain on his jeans, but I could feel his cock stiffen beneath me, and there was no way I was moving now.

I sat sideways on him with my legs partly stretched out on the couch and my side leaning against his hard chest with my face still nuzzled in his neck. The smell of him was driving me insane. With one hand, I brought the afghan up so that it fully covered me from the waist down again. I knew it was insane and that I was playing with fire, but if I didn't touch my pussy, I felt like I was going to die.

I wanted to cum while in his lap, surrounded by the feel and smell of him. I thought if I was really careful, I just might be able to get away with it. Very slowly I snaked a hand down to my aching pussy. There was a large wet spot on my shorts. Ignoring that, I let my fingers dance along my slit, sliding them ever so slowly under my shorts. I stifled a sigh when I slid one finger in before letting my lathered finger rub slow circles along my clit.

I tried to steady my breathing and did my best to keep only my fingers moving. So far Jack didn't seem to notice what I was doing. I rubbed faster, wanting to orgasm before I got caught. His hard cock pressed against my ass was really helping me out with that, but it was also pure torture to have him so close but not inside me. I thought about it, though. I thought about me straddling him and his thick cock piercing me, making me a woman. I thought about him cumming deep inside me, filling me with his seed, making me his, claiming me and my womb as his and his alone. The idea of Jack getting me pregnant wasn't a new fantasy, but it was one that I kept buried deep, deep down. He'd never understand if I told him about it.

I was so carried away by my fantasy, that it took a second to realize I had begun rocking my hips against his cock, trying to grind my pussy against him while I stroked my clit. I was so close to cumming. Another second and I'd be there, but Jack's stern voice in my ear pulled me out of it.

"Simone," he said, his voice deeper than usual, and there was an unmistakable edge to it. Not like he was mad, more like he was trying desperately to restrain himself.

My hand stilled immediately. I buried my face so close to his neck that my lips were touching his skin. The temptation was too great. I reached out with my tongue and gave him a slow lick.

God, he tasted good.

He groaned as his cock twitched under my ass.

"What are you doing?" he asked in what sounded like a half growl/half moan. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you were fingering yourself on my lap?"

"I'm sorry, Jack," I whimpered. I was too embarrassed to look at him. "I can't help it. I just want you so badly."

When I finally got the courage to look up, he was staring at me with a look of such lust and need that I felt another warm gush of fluid hit my fingers.

"Don't you want me, Jack?"

I slid my hand out of my shorts and brought my fingers to his mouth, rubbing my glistening fingers along his lips.

"Don't you want to taste me, Jack?"