“What?”

Bianca stood up from the bed, “Yes Daddy you heard me right and clear. I want you to fuck me so hard! And I want that right now,” Bianca repeated, taking off her bikini top from her neck.

“You don't need to have a blackout anymore. I am here with you,” Bianca said while her dad kept quiet.

“No you won't do that, and I am sorry about what I did but I can't do that with you. You are my daughter. My mom! I can't fuvj you!”

Do you want money? I'll give that to you but don't tell Mom, please.”

“It all depends on you Daddy, don't make these things hard. The only thing you can make hard is your wood and yes it is going to love it,” Bianca replied.

“It's not going to be rape, if that's what you are scared of,” Bianca cupped her boobs in his presence then he looked away.

“I’m out of here, now pass the phone over to me,” Mr Smiths voice became cold and hostile.

“Come get it, 'cause I am not going to give this to you. Like I said! It's either you fuck me or watch your skeletons talk out of the cupboard,” Bianca replied and Mr Smith surprisingly walked out of the room.

“Tha fuck! Fuck you! I can not even close my eyes without seeing the size of your dick appear on my face and now you are leaving me this way? Watch me do my worst if you won't fuck me!” Bianca shamelessly blurted out.

Mr Smith who was leaning on the door to Bianca’s room took in a deep breath and walked away.

“What have I done?” he asked himself as he went to his room.

His phone pinged with a message just as he was walking away. He opened it up and it was a notification from his daughter. Turning it open, his eyes flashed on her naked body, her hands cupping her breast and one of her nipples in her mouth.

Under the picture, she wrote, “I AM GIVING THIS TO YOU FOR FREE TO SEE BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU GROAN MY NAME AND I WANT TO SEE YOUR HARDWOOD”

“Fuck!” Mr Smith cursed then he looked down at his bulge which was already standing in the air. “This is not the daughter I used to know and I caused this, I have failed as a father,” he said as he hurriedly rushed to his room.

You know like they always say, a lot of things can change within a second.

Sitting on his bed, he pulled down his trousers. His phone was already beeping with message notifications.

“Shit, this girl is tempting the fuck out of my life, “ Mr Smith cursed then he stretched his hand to the baby oil which was on his bed then he pulled out his dick from his boxer and began to scroll down the phone while he watched his daughters nude

“I CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE VIEWING THIS AND I KNOW YOU LIKE IT. SHOULD I COME AND JOIN YOU BECAUSE I CAN TELL THAT YOU LIKE IT AND YES, YOUR WOOD IS ALREADY BOILING.”

Another message came in, “IMAGINE IT IN MY MOUTH, TRYING TO TAKE THE HEAT OFF”

Without a reply, he began to rub his shaft up and down slowly till he came finally.

He put his phone aside and then went into the shower to freshen up.

It was almost going to be time for dinner. Just as he was going down for dinner, he bumped into his daughter, Bianca.

“Hey Daddy,” Bianca said, looking at his face then down at his groin and biting her lips.

“I’m heading to eat right away,” Mr Smith said, ignoring the way she looked at him then he moved forward.

Just as he was taking steps down, the sound of footsteps came closer. “Anybody home?” Mrs Smiths voice called out and Bianca screamed on top of her voice.

“Mommmm…”

Running downstairs to her mom and embracing her happily. “I didn’t expect you’ ll be here,” Bianca said.

“Oh yes, I took two days off, 'cause I can’t afford to miss your birthday. You know, I can’t afford to be here on your 18th birthday and also, I won’t be having any more breaks so, but it’s worth the sacrifice,” Mrs Smith replied, still holding Bianca in an embrace with her eyes shut.

Sniffing her hair, she freed Bianca from the hug and then looked up at Mr Smith who was walking closer to her.

“Welcome back my darling,” Mr Smith greeted, inching closer to her and planting a kiss on her forehead.

“We were just about to have our dinner,” Mr Smith said, avoiding eye contact with Bianca.

“And yes, Mom, I have something to tell you. Maybe I might just say it while we are having dinner,” Bianca exchanged glances at her father as she spoke, widening her cheeks in the end as she spoke.

“Good lord, my ears are already burning to hear this deal,” Mrs Smith said happily.

“See you at the dining room,” Bianca let out with a smile and mild squeeze, then she walked away and Mr Smith followed behind.

Getting to the dining room, she dragged her chair and sank on it, flipping her hair.

“Dad, I know you are you to be happy when I tell Mom about what you did,” Bianca inched closer to her dad, smiling wryly.

“Don’t do that. I’ll give you whatever you want but it doesn’t have to be sex,” Mr Smith whispered back while trying to maintain his balance.

“Watch me display then. Do you really think I give a fuck that much?” Bianca asked then she commanded the cook to bring the food.

“Hey my darlings,” Mrs Smith said, announcing her presence for them to know about.

“Hey, mom. We were just waiting for you,”