Heartbreakers Ch. 01

Blake moved back to give her enough room, simply staring at the incredible, nude form that beckoned him closer.

"Did you forget the Sexy Game already?" She reminded him.

As if broken out of a trance, Blake moved back by a few feet. He finished removing his slacks and everything else he still had on. They were both fully nude now, with him staring at his daughter's back and Mindy glancing back over her shoulder. Although each of them knew and deeply wanted what was to come next, the elder of the two was still holding back.

"Where were we?" Mindy prompted him, as she got back down on her knees. "Oh, you were right behind me and you were touching me, right?"

Wordlessly, Blake went to her. He resumed his place, before his hands went back to running all over her body. The only thing her father seemed to be keeping away from was her pussy.

I can remedy that, Mindy thought. "The next part of the Sexy Game is for you to keep your hands on my tits. Can you do that?"

Mindy didn't wait for an answer; she just leaned forward and got on her hands and knees. Her back arched just enough to give emphasis to her curvy ass. Her pussy was fully on show. Now, the next step was up to her father.

Blake had no choice but to lean forward and reach. This caused his cock to rub along his daughter's thighs, to poke at her abdomen and for his hips to press on her butt. The excited man managed to reach her breasts. He squeezed them, but, oh, it would be so much easier if his cock were pushed into her. He'd be fucking Mindy, his own daughter. Still, there was that unyielding reserve within Blake that cautioned him, that told him the final step in their erotic play was one step too far, regardless of what he'd done with her already.

Blake abandoned his hold on her breasts, sliding his hands along her back and halting at the curves of her ass. One hand stayed there as if not wanting to slip away, as if the father wanted to keep their actions in the I Almost Did It category, instead of the one called I Went Too Far. His other hand, Mindy imagined, was gripped around his cock.

In one final, sultry whisper, Mindy said, "I won't tell mom."

She knew how to play men, and her own father was no exception. This was a chance Blake was never again going to get, she'd already told him that earlier. It was the realization that her father would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't act now. After all of the fantasies, here was his chance to do in real life what he'd only before done in his mind.

And her father did take that chance. Blake moved up behind her, his hand still encircling his cock, while the other still held Mindy's ass. He prodded at her, moaning at their intimate contact. His breathing suddenly tumbled into harsh pants.

Her dad was going to cum into his own hand, Mindy realized. This peeved the teen, as she hadn't come this far only to have her father spurt goo onto her ass and call it a day. Bethany's Challenge was very clear. The dare was for Mindy to fuck her father and that was what she fully intended to do.

Reaching behind her, Mindy slapped away the hand trapping the cock. She took hold of it herself. The excited teen aimed it, and she held it firm, and oh, so slowly, she eased back into it. Her insides engulfed it, while her ass pushed back against her father's legs. It was she who began to rock back and forth. Her father became a mere observer, as all the action was being indulged by Mindy.

The young woman thought of Bethany's Bitches, of how incensed Bethany was going to be once she found out how badly she'd been beaten. That bitch would be utterly humiliated and her little First In Line Girls were about to be shot down by not notches but by stratum. First In Chatter, Last In Action. Mindy looked forward to boasting such taunts to her enemies.

Behind her, Mindy felt her father's hands tightly grabbing at her ass. Coupled with the steady eruptions of moans she was hearing, the teen knew Blake was on the brink of climax. Had Mindy been her mother, undoubtedly she would have thought that Blake was a One-Minute Man, incapable of anything more than a quickie hump. But Mindy was not her mother; Mindy was Mindy. The sexy teen could not find fault with her father's premature climax, because after all, she was known to be a young goddess in the realm of common, simple women.

Except for Shelly, Mindy thought. That was another goddess just like her. Mindy's mouth salivated at the idea of what Shelly could do to her, if only Mindy let her. Maybe, she thought to herself, she would go lesbian for one day and find out.

Her father's cries deepened into something more feminine than manly, right before he erupted his fluid into her. Blake's hands grabbed at her sides. After having barely moved at all, he was now giving her a few, short, feeble thrusts.

Mindy waited him out. Afterward, she pulled away and turned around to face him. The look he had on his face, Mindy had seen plenty of times before on other men. He was thinking, am I supposed to hug her now? Am I supposed to kiss her? How am I going to act around her when I see her from now on?

Any other man, Mindy would have kicked to the curb. But this was her father, after all. She was going to see plenty of him around the house, and also for the rest of their lives. The teen knew she couldn't be as cold and abrupt as she usually was with her former lovers.

"Dad, that was a lot of fun." Mindy said, soothingly. "But we can never, ever do it again. Mom might find out and that would not be good for either of us, would it? So, don't ever bring this up and don't ever try to make it happen again."

"Okay." Blake nodded back dumbly. "One time deal, I get that. It's better that way."

"Right. But I don't want you to forget this, either. Where's your phone?"

"Back in my office. Why?"

"Go get it and meet me in the bathroom. And don't put your clothes on yet."

As her dad rose to his task, Mindy made her way into the kitchen. She'd brought her own phone down earlier and left it on the table next to her half-emptied glass of orange juice. Now, she scooped it up and headed to their next meeting place.

Mindy had a few moments to consider how she wanted to pose, before her dad joined her. In the end, she stood before the wide bathroom mirror, looking defiant and beautiful. Her father stood behind her. His hands went around her middle and covered up both of her breasts. One of her hands held up first his phone and then hers. A total of two pictures were taken. The poses she found satisfactory, so she soon found herself thinking of a way to officially conclude the romp.

"Okay, dad, listen to me." Mindy said. "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to call one of my friends and go out. The next time you see me, you are going to pretend that our little fling never happened. It never happened. That's going to be our story. The only proof you'll have that anything ever happened is that one little picture on your cell phone. And nobody's ever going to see that picture, right?"

"Absolutely not." Blake shook his head.

"Good." She said, right before she left the bedroom.

Mindy said nothing at all about how she was going to share her picture, however.