Layla's Seduction (FRS)

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

George walked in and turned the lights on before heading for the lounge and sitting down on the couch. He threw his keys on the table before resting his back on the couch. He was exhausted, the night out with Courtney didn't go so well.

He kept thinking of Layla and how devastated and hurt she looked when he left her. It wasn't his intention to hurt her, he was having a hard time coping with his feelings, he wanted to do the right thing, but doing that just seemed bound to end up hurting Layla. 

Courtney had taken note of his distress as he kept staring at blank spaces throughout the dinner date and zoning out during their conversation.

She really couldn't take it, she had thought that after four days of not seeing her, George would be more than enthusiastic about the dinner and the steamy s*x that usually followed.

She could see he had a lot on his mind and suggested that they screw the dinner and go to her apartment where she was more than eager to grant him all he desired.

Upon getting there, George seemed to have gotten back in the mood and they made out for a few minutes, George cupping her breast and roughly twisting her n*****s, just the way she liked. Things were going in the direction Courtney wanted, but then, just as she was about to unbutton his pants, George pulled away from the kiss and without a word, fixed himself and left her right there, half naked, angry, horny and confused.

George was finding it hard believing himself, he had never turned down Courtney, especially when he was in need of a good f**k, but layla's face kept running through his mind, making him unable to concentrate. As he was sucking on Courtney's n*****s, he kept wondering how Layla's hard ones would feel inside his mouth, making him unable to pay attention to fully pleasing Courtney.

George felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and took it out. It was Courtney, he ignored it, not in the mood to talk to her, he needed to figure himself out before.

He had never been so conflicted about doing what's right and doing what he thinks will make him happy , which also seemed to be what Layla wants as well.

He got up and took his jacket off and threw it over his shoulder before heading upstairs. It'd been a long night and all he wanted to do is take a shower and go right to bed, but before doing that, he decided to check up on Layla first.

He gently twisted the doorknob to her bedroom door so he wouldn't wake her in case she is sleeping. He walked in and found that she was asleep, just as he had suspected. She must have been lonely all by herself, he thought, knowing she usually doesn't go to bed this early.

He sat down beside her, watching her as she slept, like he did when she was a little girl.

Layla had always been more close to him than she was with  her  mother and that made Corrine very jealous. When she was about five, she would run up to him every time when he gets back from work and would sit in his lap as he watched TV, telling him about all the things she did at school. He remembered when she first told him she had a boyfriend, she was just fourteen and he wasn't happy about it at all, but he tried to be supportive, knowing she might have been having a hard time since things had already began to go sour between him and Corrine at that time. After the divorce,  Corrine wanted nothing to do with him and tried to pass down those bitter feelings to Layla, but all she wanted was  her father  and she kept pressing the issue of seeing him, until Corrine hesitantly allowed her to visit him.

It had been a  hard two years without seeing Layla and George couldn't believe that he wanted to ruin this moment he had with his daughter all because he can't control his d**k and keep his emotions in check.

He briefly ran his fingers down the side of her face, noticing a dried tear mark that trailed down to her ear. His heart broke ar the through that she'd cried herself to sleep, all because of him.

"What ever I'm i going to do with you?" He asked himself, whispering so he doesn't wake her up, before kissing her on the forehead and leaving.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Layla's eyes flew open and she reached for her phone under her pillow to check the time. It was only 21:45pm, meaning her father had only been out for some two to three hours, a possible indicator that the date didn't go well.

She touched the part where he had kissed and knew what she had to do, to show him just how serious she is.

George got in the shower and let the warm water  pour over his body, closing is eyes as the water hit his back. He was deep in thought when he heard the door shift open, followed by some footsteps. He quickly turned off the water and adjusted his eyes to see who it was.

"Layla?!" He screamed, shocked to see her, quickly covering his manhood with his hands, though he knew it was of no use, he was still stark naked in front of her.

Layla just stood there, at a fair distance from him, just looking into his eyes, still in her grey pyjama shorts and tight dark pink spaghetti strap shirt, the one she usually pairs with the shorts.

"Honey ..wha...what are you doing in here?" George asked, feeling his d**k rise underneath his hands, because of the heat of her intense stare.

Instead of answering him, Layla just took a step closer and asked, "Do you love her?"

"Whhh… whh.. who?" George stuttered, his heart beginning to beat faster, he'd never seen such an unnerving look in her eyes.

She covered another step, "Courtney, do you love her?"

"Ahmm.. honey..I.." Again George stuttered but this time, Layla cut him off,

"Does she," George's eyes widened as her shirt rode up her arms, fell to the floor and her breast were exposed to him, "turn you on like I do?"

George remained shocked to silence, he never ever thought his daughter was capable of this, of seducing him. His eyes couldn't help but to take in the image of her  naked breast, they were perfect, not as big as Courtney's, but just the way he'd fantasized them being. His c**k twitched in his hands and he pushed it down.

Layla took another step closer, nearly covering the small gap between them, her eyes still bored on him, staring into his lust-filled eyes. "Do you like what you see?"

George swallowed hard, holding her gaze, unable to read it. "What do you want from me?" He asked mindlessly.

Another step and she closed the distance between them, before she answered, "Your love daddy, I want your love."

"Honey this is wrong, you can't be here, we can't be doing th-" His protesting was weak and Layla very determined.

"I want you daddy." Her body pressed into his wet one and his erection grew, he couldn't believe this was happening.

"Honey, I'm your father…" He tried to say the right things still, but he knew he wanted her.

"I love you daddy, don't you love me?" The look in her eyes! He could have sworn she was possessed, his shy Layla would never be this bold! Would never do this.

"I do love you baby, but this is not right."

Her big brown eyes meet his with so much innocence blood rushed to his p***s, she whispered, "Take me daddy, I'm all yours."

Hearing those words drove George over the edge, he whisked her up and pinned her to the wall before passionately kissing her. Both savored the moment, moving their lips in perfect sync, their tongues dancing together, taking turns to suck on each others tongues, it was a greedy kiss George has been dreaming of. 

They kissed for a few minutes before George pulled away, breathless, "We really shouldn't be doing this baby, I'm your father, it's wrong."

Layla licked her lips, her eyes pleading with him, "Please daddy, do this for me, I want only you, you and no ine else."

Fuck this girl was driving him insane.

With a growl, George pulled her in for another hungry kiss, held her by the waste and her bare breast pressed into his wet chest, while Layla ran her fingers through his wet hair and massaged his scalp.

George broke the kiss and sucked on her neck before going down to her collarbone and planting kisses all over it, making her moan softly. His mouth reached her n****e and engulfed it, sucking hard and greedily, making her gasp and writhe under his hold. With his other hand he twisted and fondled with her other n****e. He wondered if she loved pain just like Courtney.

"Yes daddy, don't stop please." Layla held his head to her chest and  closed her eyes to indulge in the pleasure.

He released her n****e, leaving the area around it pinkish red and aggravated and layla moaned her appreciation as he kissed down her stomach. He pulled down the shorts with much anticipation and excitement and revealed to him was a sexy purple lace pantie, his d**k was now rock hard and impatient for attention. He nudged his nose into her crotch and took a whiff of her arousal. Satisfied, he sneaked a finger under the waistband before kneeling down in front of her. He inserted another finger and pulled the lace down, his mouth watering as the prettiest, clean shaven p***y came to view, his d**k twitched and he released a deep groan of pleasure.

He'd been dreaming of doing this the entire week, now his dream was coming true, it was unbelievable.

He planted a kiss on her pussylips and Layla shivered, before he tilted his head upwards to look at her and Layla nodded her head as a go-ahead. He continued to kiss her p***y, showering it with wet kisses, before slipping his tongue between her flaps and lapping at her wetness, taking Layla on a pleasure ride she'd never experienced before.

"Oh my god..ohh..daddy that feels soo good, don't stop." She moaned, her father's tongue so magical, she could feel her orgasm quickly building up. George did as he was told and nibbled on her clit, while inserting two thick fingers inside her, which made her scream out in pleasure.

"Oh yeeesss, oohh yess! I'm close daddy, keep going, keep going."

George sucked harder, suctioning her clit with his lips and propelling his fingers into her with increased speed and force, he pulled on her clit and sucked on it with passion drive and with a loud cry, Layla was soon bucking her knees and she c*m into his mouth, releasing her juices onto his awaiting tongue, before falling to her knees breathlessly. The most intense orgasm she's ever had.

"D-d-daddyy…" she breathed out, at a loss of words. George felt such great satisfaction, having gave her such pleasure, he still  couldn't believe that she'd cornered him in the shower and asked him to have his way with her, he thought that would only ever happen in his fantasies.

As soon as she recovered, Layla crawled closer and knelt in front of him, taking his throbbing d**k into her hands. The muscle felt solid in her hands and she was proud she'd gotten him to such a state of erection.

She smiled innocently, a yawn sneaking up on her, George had to hold himself from exploding. "Now it's my turn to please you daddy." She said, wasting no time to wait for his response, her tongue crawled out of its cave and swiped at his head, tasting the coat of pre-c*m on the tip. She engulfed the rest of the head in her warm mouth, sucking on it as if it was her favorite lollipop. George stared down at her and saw the most arousing, beautiful sight he's ever seen. He groaned in pleasure, the sweet taste of her c*m still fresh in his mouth. He did wonder for a second where she'd gained the skill, but ditched the thoughts because he didn't want to anger himself. He carefully pushed his shaft down her mouth, not sure how much she could take, not wanting to hurt her, but Layla surprised him  for the millionth time that night and took his entire length into her mouth, slightly gagging as her throat muscles relaxed to accommodate his d**k. She took him in her throat for a few seconds and George felt like erupting in her mouth and shooting his c*m into her throat. She took him out and sucked on his d**k, bobbing her head up and down rhythmically, while cupping his balls and massaging them.

George growled, his body tensing up, he didn't know how much more he could take. "You're doing so well baby, you're making me feel good." He encouraged her and Layla sucked with more motivation, frequently taking his whole d**k into her mouth, wrapping both hands around it and pumping hard and fast. "Ahh..good girl."

Layla took him into her mouth and held his hips, motioning them forward and George did the rest, jerking his hips forward and f*****g her mouth. Layla gagged and a few more thrusts and he growled like an animal and released his load in her mouth, loop after loop and Layla did her best to swallow every drop. She kept him in her mouth until she felt his d**k return to his natural flaccid state.

George took her hands and helped her get up before kissing her passionately, their tastes swapping as they exchanged tongues.

"Thank you daddy."

"I should be the one thanking you baby," George pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, "Daddy loves you very much princess."

"I love you too daddy." She wanted to ask she be the one he loves, but she was scared and didn't want to sound desperate and needy.

"Now, let's get you all cleaned up." He grabbed the soapy bath sponge he'd abandoned on the floor earlier.