Layla's Seduction (FRS)

A PAINFUL REMINDER

George tried hard to resist, tried hard to control his impulses. He reminded himself that this is his daughter and that he shouldn't cross that boundary. 

He sighed heavily, resisting could have been much easier if his own daughter wasn't purposefully seducing him and tempting him to do something he's been struggling to keep himself from doing.

"Please ...can we...can we stop here for today..I.."

"Is something wrong daddy?" Layla played innocent, her feet never leaving his crotch. She smiled to herself, knowing it would only be a matter of time until something happened, till he refrained from resisting her.

George tried to keep his composure, he was the adult here, he was the one who had to take charge of the situation and do the right thing.

He closed his eyes as a wave of pleasure surged through his body, making him want more. He had to stop her, to tell her to stop, but he couldn't, it felt too good.

"No..there's nothing wrong." He responded with his eyes still shut, letting his fingers dig into her smooth thighs, feeling her soft, elastic skin as he slowly kneaded and squeezed them, making her softly moan.

"That feels good daddy, don't stop.." layla moaned in his ear while sliding her hand down his shirt and caressing his chest with her fingers.

George groaned in pleasure, completely engulfed in lust, there was no more resisting, he had to take her right here and now. He trailed his hands up her thighs, reaching her ass and giving it a squeeze, imagining how good his c**k would feel between the soft butt cheeks- but then thoughts of Corrine came to his mind, her utterly disgusted face looking at him,  judging him, making him snap back to his senses.

"Sweetie.." He withdrew her hand from his chest.." I think we should sto-"

George was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the front door. Whew! He mentally cheered, more than grateful for the rescue.

"Honey can you please get the door." He lowered her to the ground, immediately feeling relived they weren't in such contact.

"Of course." Layla tried not to sound annoyed, but she was annoyed, she mentally cursed whoever it was behind the door for ruining her moment. She dragged her feet to the door and roughly hauled it open.

"Hi...you must be Layla."

Great, just great!

Layla thought to herself. She had easily identified the pretty face in front of her. It was her, the woman her father had tied up and was f*****g the other night.

"Hi.."  Layla responded in almost a whisper, not liking her presence one bit.

The woman smiled at her, showcasing her perfect set of teeth, beautifully highlighted by the red lipstick she had, before walking past her and letting herself in.

Layla examined her from head to toe and couldn't help but feel self-conscious- she was gorgeous. She had naturally tanned skin, large green eyes, a nicely sculpted nose that was a bit too pointy but didn't do any harm to her beauty, her rich raven black hair was neatly tied up to a bun, drawing one's eyes more to her facial features. Her stunning figure revealed well in the tight, pink leopard print dress that daringly laid just inches from her butt. The dress's  low cut V-neckline drew attention to her full, round breast which stood firm without a bra.

"Oh..I'm Courtney by the way," she extended out her hand, "your father's girlfriend." The last bit she said a bit too proudly, making Layla roll her eyes.

"Oh I see." Layla didn't even care to shake her hand, feeling her anger slowly creeping in, anger at herself for thinking she stood a chance, for thinking maybe, just maybe, her and her father could have something more, be something more than just father and daughter.

A cry caught in her throat but she hid her devastation well behind a cold face.

"So...how's school?" Courtney asked, trying to initiate small chitchat while she waited for George. She could clearly see that Layla doesn't like her but just put it down as her being overprotective of  her father.

"It's fine." Layla kept her answers short, hoping this Courtney would catch on that she doesn't want to talk to her, that she doesn't want her near her, but more especially, she doesn't want her anywhere near her father.

George heard Courtney's voice all the way from the kitchen and went upstairs to get ready. It had completely slipped his mind that he had promised to take her out for dinner.

He got into the shower and he let the hot water cascade down his back, easing up his tense body. He was exhausted, tired of fighting with himself, he knew it was only a matter of time till he gave in. It scared him just how close he came to having s*x with his daughter, but what scared him more was how she was more than willing to let her own f**k her.

He lowered his hands to his engorged c**k, which was still feeling the effects of layla's feet. He began stroking it, starting off slowly, Layla's soft moans still ringing in his ear, "That feels good daddy, don't stop." the feel of her warm thighs still fresh in his mind. He increased his pace, pumping harder and faster as he fantasized about how things could've continued, how he could have trailed kisses up her thighs, how that scrumptious ass could have felt seated on his face as he worked his tongue on her, how his hungry d**k could have felt inside her young cunt. It wasn't long till he was close. He pumped furiously, groaning loudly, he shot his loops of c*m onto the shower wall, immediately feeling his knees getting weak. He had never c*m so quickly before and this achievement was owed to his sexy daughter and her doings.

After he recovered, he finished his bath and proceeded to wipe the walls clean, he wouldn't want Layla finding his c*m splattered on the wall. He picked out a simple outfit ( dark blue skinny jeans, a white button-up shirt and black leather jacket) and quickly got dressed before making his way downstairs. Maybe Courtney being here wasn't so bad after all, maybe some alone time away from Layla  was what he needed.

Layla sat on the couch, keeping herself distracted with her phone. She lazily and mindlessly scrolled down its screen, going through photos of her and her dad. This isn't fair, she thought, why did he have to love that woman over her? Why wasn't she the one who gets to please him however way he wants?  She felt tears prickling her eyes, threatening to fall and she bit her lip, suppressing the urge to cry in front of her father's supposed girlfriend.

"I can see you've already met Courtney." George said as he walked into the lounge but he was greeted by his daughter's sour face.

"Yes, we've met." Layla responded, directing her attention back to her phone. She was finding it hard to hide her jealousy, especially when she thought of how just an hour ago, he was hers, he was loving her, needing her.

"We're going out for dinner tonight so I might be coming home late, don't wait up for me."

Layla dropped her phone on the couch and turned to stare at her father, wanting him to see the pain he was causing her. Was he just going to pretend that nothing happened between them? Had he forgotten about the special moment they shared pleasing each other? He must have enjoyed it, otherwise his d**k wouldn't have swelled the way it did, he wouldn't have groaned like that.

She knew better than to throw a fit, she had to keep herself composed and act maturely about this. She knew she had no right to be jealous now, her father didn't owe her anything, but still it hurt, she felt crushed.

"Okay, have a good night." Layla forced the words out of her mouth.

"Thanks sweetie, we sure will." Courtney winked at George before taking his hand and leading him to the door.

"Bye honey." George yelled before closing the door behind him.

"Bye." Layla whispered , tears silently falling down her eyes as her father's words repeated themselves in her head, "I might be coming home late."

She stared at the plain white walls, already missing her father and found no consolation when she thought he probably was not even thinking of her. She knew what she was asking of him was difficult, but he could at least try, try to consider her feelings before insinuating that he is going to f**k some woman in front of her.

She stood up and wiped her tears off, she wasn't a quitter, she had to fight for what's hers, and she knew just what it is she had to do.