Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 03:18:28 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
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.

                                                     *