Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 03:18:28 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: Father, daughter. Part Three. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part Three So next day at the gallery, I phoned the Government Pension Department and learned of how to continue paying into her pension fund with her giving up working. Not saying that she would be leaving the country only that she was going to look after me because of my age and needing a carer. I then contacted a haulage firm and asked them to collect some things and gave them her address and of mine in France and agreed to the price giving a rough idea of the cubic size of the goods to be shipped out there. Time wasn't of the essence I told them so it wasn't to be a special delivery. They promised to collect the following afternoon which suited me and I told Bernard that I would only be at the galley in the morning of the last day of the show. I had never seen Paula so happy and radiant when I arrived at the flat that afternoon, getting a big hug and a kiss. `I've sorted out what little I want to take,' she said. `I've also told the place I work at, er, worked at, and gave in my notice saying that I had been advised by my doctor to move to a much warmer climate and apologised for not calling in in person and gave them the address as to where to send any due wages. I've been so excited all day, dinner's in the oven and I can't wait to get to bed to thank you in the best way I know.' `Hussy,' I laughed, giving her a kiss. `I'll be that as well as your slut and slave daddy. Oh daddy I love you and dinner can wait, I can't,' she said rubbing my groin feeling that I was rising up. `Here! In the kitchen,' she said pulling out a chair from the table and pushing me backwards to sit down and knelt between my legs and pulled the zipper down of my trousers and pulled out my throbbing erection. `Lovely,' she crooned and took the head into her mouth and quickly found the G string that made be groan at the thrill of the exquisite tingle than ran throughout my body. It was only a brief suck for she was soon up and hoisting up the hem of her skirt, revealed that she wasn't wearing panties as she straddled my thighs and held my cock upright and putting it to the entrance of her pussy, sank down on it till she was sitting on my thighs with my pulsating cock fully inside her. `What a man! `What a cock,' she said as she began to lift herself up and down on me, her hands on my shoulders as she did so as she leaned in to kiss me while still fucking herself on my cock. The kiss was brief and sat up straight and tried with one hand to unbutton the blouse she was wearing, but fumbled and giving that up, just ripped the front open to show that she wasn't wearing a bra. `I don't like this blouse anyway,' she said, pulling my head down to one of her tits. As I wouldn't have been able to suck on the one in my mouth with her bouncing up and down, she just kept wiggling herself sideways on my lap as I sucked away. But her actions were really arousing her and so began bouncing up and down again, pulling her tit from my mouth as she moved ever faster, panting and groaning until she held me close to her as she began to shudder her way through her orgasm without me cumming inside her. `I needed that dad,' she breathed, resting her forehead on mine as her muscles kept flexing themselves round my hard throbbing cock, feeling her juices now sliding down my cock and onto the front of my trousers. `You didn't cum with me,' she said, straightening up. `You were too quick for me,' I said with a grin at having pleased her. `Well I'll have to see to that, won't I,' she said lifting herself up off of me to a squelching noise and getting off my thighs, moved in between my legs and knelt down. Her hand took hold of my erection and took the head into her mouth as her hand began moving up and down on the shaft, squeezing it as she sucked on me. It wasn't long before I began to buck my hips up to her and gave out a groan as I gave her my cumming, shooting it into her hot mouth until I had given her all that my balls had held. I felt the extra suction as she swallowed the lot in one go and then licked the head and all of my cock before sitting back on her heels to look up at me with a big smile on her face. `That was lovely daddy, though,' looking down at my cock still sticking out upright from my trousers, `I've made a mess of your front. Get these trousers off for me to wash them clean,' she said as she got up from her knees and waited for me to get them off. She took them from my hands when they were off and went to the sink and laid them on the draining board and sponged the front to remove her juices. I stood there like a spare prick at a wedding being naked from the waist down. `I can't put them back on,' I said as she handed them back to me. `The front's all wet.' `Well stay as you are and you'll then be ready after we've had dinner,' she replied with a smirk, giving my still hard cock a stroke. So I sat at the table half naked and with her taking off the torn blouse, dished up dinner and I had the sight of her lovely tits opposite me while we ate. With that lovely sight for sore eyes, my cock didn't deflate as it normally did after my orgasm, but stayed semi hard throughout the meal and when she suggested that we had a fuck at the end of the meal, it rose up hard again. So on leaving the dishes on the table, went into the sitting room when I then fucked her on the carpet. `This is so decadent,' she said with a big smile. Her with her skirt up to her waist and her top half naked and me naked from the waist down but still wearing my shirt as I moved myself inside her. There were cries of delight from her as she felt me cumming inside her as she began her orgasm, bouncing beneath me as her hands beat down on the carpet until we had both given all that we had before crushing her tits to my shirt front as we kissed with me still throbbing inside her. She sucked on me again after I had pulled out and rolled over onto my back until I was clean of her juices and my emissions. Then it was off to bed for more sessions later in the evening until we both fell asleep from exhaustion. * Though I was at the gallery during the morning, I spent quite some time on the phone and computer fixing up another ticket for Paula as well as seeing to the money due to me from the sales being banked into an account that gave a decent interest. Lunchtime came round and I said my goodbyes to Bernard, thanking him for putting my pictures up for sale. He then thanked me for making him money too in their selling before I went off to be greeted by an exuberant Paula, having got her things ready for collection by the haulage company. These were duly collected and Paula informed me that she had been onto the rental agency to tell them that she was vacating the flat in the morning and would drop off the keys at their office. It was a lovely night of sex and even had her down on me at first light in the morning, so the day was off to a good start. Before the ordered taxi arrived, Paula gave all the food that was still unused to her neighbour and said her goodbyes to her and with three suitcases, we took our booked taxi off to the airport, dropping of the flat keys on the way. It was a lovely flight that took us to Marseille where I had parked my ancient Renault and not long after arrival, we bypassed Toulon and shortly turned off the main highway towards the small village where I lived. What I had bought some years ago had once been a farm, but the owner had bought another farm and so this old farmhouse was up for sale but without the farm land. This suited me with just having three acres of land and not quite isolated but still quite close to the village. Paula was delighted with the place, much as I had been when I bought it. There was one main sitting room, four bedrooms and an enormous kitchen that had a log stove at the time. This I had changed to an oil burner and had an extension built on one side that was on three sides, completely constructed of double glazed glass so that I had the North light and still get the southern sunshine. No dining room for the previous inhabitants used the kitchen for all their meals and it suited me then and still suited me now. Paula really gushed when seeing the inside and exclaimed at the three pictures adorning one wall of the sitting room for one was of her mother and the other two was one of herself and one of Richard, painted when they were only four years old. `This is absolutely gorgeous dad,' she said. `I love the kitchen with it being so big. Room to move and plenty of cupboard space.' We had entered the house through the kitchen door being the closest to where I had parked the car. So with me carrying two of the suitcases, had carried them through the sitting room and into what would be our bedroom. I had converted one of the bedrooms into being a bathroom, knocking a hole in the wall between the two rooms and having a door fitted so that it was now more of being en suite. `This is a lovely big bed,' she said bouncing on it after dropping the suitcase she had been carrying. `When can we christen it?' `After you've unpacked and cooked lunch. We can then have a siesta,' I said, feeling my cock starting to harden, for I wanted to christen it too but by eating first, we could then spend all afternoon on and in the bed. Which is what we did, having two lovely fucking sessions before having a nap. Despite her being my daughter, I loved having sex with her, committing incest as much as she enjoyed having me fuck and giving her an orgasm. * After our nap, we got out of bed and I threw her a sarong to wear when in the house as I put one on, wrapping it around my waist. `Don't you have a bigger one?' she asked, trying to cover her tits with the cloth but left her pussy uncovered. `Look!' Which I did and grinned at how she looked. `You either cover the top half or the bottom one or find something else to wear. This is what I generally wear indoors. It's more comfortable than anything else. Now let me show you my studio,' and led the way out with her struggling to rewrap the sarong around her waist leaving her lovely looking tits on show. `This is lovely,' she said as she viewed the studio, three glass walls letting in the sunshine and the great view it showed of the countryside. Not only that but all the bits and pieces that I had in there. `You've even got a couch in here.' `It's called a chaise longue,' I said dryly. `Oh,' was her response as she went over and stretched herself out on it and putting her hands behind her head making her tits stand out proud. `You could now do a copy of that painting by Goya, er, you know, er, what's it called?' `El Maja Desnudo. That's the Spanish for it. We know it as The Naked Maja.' `Could you do a painting of me like her, stretched out like this?' she asked with a smile and pulling the sarong away from her lower body. `I don't know if I could ever finish it with you like this. Wanting to fuck you all the time while doing it,' I said with a smile back at her.' `Well you can do it anytime in the process. Why not now?' she asked slyly, opening her legs. Now that action was like waving a red rag at a bull, and so pulled my sarong off to show her that I was more than capable of doing just that. My cock was throbbing, her legs were open and she looked far better than what Goya painted. I was in like Flynn and fucked her brains out in giving her a massive orgasm as I gave her my cum at the same time. `That was wonderful daddy,' she panted and I could feel her sweat mixing with mine as I lay on top of her struggling for breath as she was. `It's you that's wonderful Paula,' I said as I kissed her. `I can't wait to paint you in this position. The expression on your face is...is, beautiful. I can't think of anything better for the picture. But then with the lascivious look before you are fucked or the one you have now having just been fucked, I don't know which expression to use' `Do both,' she said. `It's a pity you can't paint us having sex together. Now that would be a pretty picture. One to drool over and remember just what it was like.' Now this gave me an idea of rigging up my camera and taking a couple of pictures of me doing just that and of the best one I could make a copy from the photo. This I did a couple of weeks later and even if I say it myself, it was bloody great but one that I wouldn't be able to sell, so it finished up on the wall of the studio. As did my picture of her like the Maja, only so as not to confuse it with Goya's, though Paula was a much better looking subject, I had her laying in the opposite position than the real painting. So we had now christened the bed and the chaise longue and before dinner, fucked her on the sitting room carpet and in the bath after dinner before we went to bed where we fucked again. We later had sex out in the garden, on the kitchen table and the other empty rooms though not all on the same day for I'm not that much of a stud. She was a wonderful companion as well as a good housekeeper and cook, not to mention a wonderful subject to paint. Or the fact that we had sex together as often as I could be aroused, and this was quite often while I painted her naked in the position of the Maja, breaking off quite often to go down on her as she lay there and then have her suck on my cock, taking my cum into her mouth to move it round with her tongue before swallowing it all as she gave me a lovely smile. I had a surprise one day when she dragged a big upright standing mirror into the studio from one of the bedrooms. It had been left behind by the previous occupants. `What have you brought that in here for?' I asked, wondering what she was going to say, and soon learned the reason. `I'll show you in a minute,' she said, pulling me to stand a foot or so from the mirror looking at myself in the reflection. `Now let's have this off,' and she pulled the sarong off of my waist so that I could now see myself naked in the mirror. `Don't move now,' she said as she moved out of my sight for a moment before seeing her move past me with something in her hand. It wasn't until I saw the flash did I realise that she had just taken a picture of me, naked, facing the mirror. `Now this is a picture I would like you to paint,' and showed me the picture displayed in the camera. It looked quite good with me half turned as I faced the mirror in which you could see my naked front with my semi hard cock hanging down that made it look even bigger than it normally appears to me. I even had a half smile on my face and knew that she was right. It would make a damn fine picture, though another one that would only stay in the studio. `Now can we set the camera up to take a picture of me sucking on you, you being in the same position that you're in now?' she asked with that impish smile on her face. `Please daddy. I would like one like that to show the love I have for you.' There was nothing I could deny her and so had the camera set up with me in position and with the thought of what we were doing, had a massive hard on as with her being as naked as I was, set the timer and scuttled over and was quickly down on her knees with my cock in her mouth before the camera flashed and the picture taken. She finished up taking four with her in slightly different positions, one being with her mouth open just before my cock went inside. Now that was one hell of an erotic pornographic picture and the best of the lot, though I didn't paint that one till a year later. I finished up with eight pictures on the gallery wall and six in our bedroom and if she hadn't been with me, I would have jerked myself off silly with constantly looking at them. The villagers took to Paula and understood that a daughter should look after her father and she had to smirk when I translated this last part, and thanked them and hoped that she would get to know them better. If I was out in the fields painting, she would come and watch me after the household chores had been done, to stretch out in the grass and take off her top to get some sun on her breasts. Now this would distract me and when the sarong came off, that was it. Painting finished for the day and would stretch out beside her to kiss and nibble at her nipples before going down and nuzzling my nose into the hairs of her pussy before using my tongue. My sarong would invariably come off in my movements and after bringing her up to an orgasm, would then, after drinking and licking her clean, climb aboard and fuck away until she had another orgasm and I gave up my cum by shooting it deep inside her. *