Part Two – The Plan is put in Motion
At the cruise port, while we were in line to go through the various checkpoints to get on the ship, I was surprised how many people assumed Daddy and I were married. As we presented our passports, they immediately referred to us as Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery. I was tempted to chime in, ‘No, he’s not my husband, he’s my dad,’ but I decided not to tempt fate. So, I just stayed silent and smiled like a good little wife… Daddy’s wife. At the embarkation photo, we decided to kiss as the picture was shot. For all they knew, this was our honeymoon.
When we got to our room, our luggage wasn’t there yet, so we had nothing to unpack yet. It was just a little too early for the cast-off party on the deck, so I did the only sensible thing I could: I grabbed my father and started kissing him. We settled on one of the two beds, and he wrapped his strong arms around me, his sweet, soft tongue caressing mine. My hands were on his face, holding him to me, and the kiss quickly began to pick up steam. I felt his hand sliding down my shoulders, heading quickly for formerly forbidden territory when someone knocked on the door. We separated quickly, thinking it might be Jax. I opened the door, but it was the room steward, introducing himself, and reminding us that our luggage would be there soon, and not to miss the Muster Drill. After he left, Daddy and I stood there looking at each other, both weighing the enormity of what we were going to do on this trip.
“It’s already been a long day,” he said suddenly. “I’m probably gonna go to bed pretty early. Are you gonna go out and maybe hang out with Jax and Marcus?” he asked, stupidly.
I actually took the effort and stretched, and answered, “No, I’ll probably go to bed pretty early myself.”
We looked solemnly at each other for two more seconds and then burst out laughing. “Let’s go get something to eat,” Daddy was finally able to say. When we opened the door to leave, we saw our luggage had arrived, so we stayed a few minutes longer and got unpacked and organized.
The cast-off party was so much fun! The music was loud and pumping, and the Hors d’oeuvres were seemingly in a never-ending supply. We finally met up with Jax and Marcus. I hadn’t eaten much all day, but I didn’t want to spoil my appetite with finger food, so I just ate a little and spent most of the time dancing and hanging on to my dad. Jax, being pretty shy, isn’t much of a dancer, but Marcus and I danced a few. Most of the time I spent on the floor was with Dad.
On one song, I even backed up on him. Not missing a beat, he grabbed my hips and pulled me close. He pulled me up and we stood there moving together, his front to my back. I was in heaven… Daddy felt like my perfect man against me. I glanced over at our table. Jax was smiling at his sister and father acting crazy on a dance floor, while Marcus looked like he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.
Starving, we all decided to get dinner, and we made our way to our dining room. As I enjoyed a delicious meal of Parmesan-crusted tilapia, my thoughts were consumed with the two kisses we'd shared. The first was for the entertainment of a stranger, to convince him to tell us about his experiences with his own daughter.
The second was because once I was alone with him, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Those were far and away the most amazing kisses of my life. No one had ever made me feel like that with just a kiss. If I’m being honest, no one had ever made me feel that way, period. It felt like the fire that Daddy lit in my soul would never be extinguished. Compared to those kisses, the five years I’d been with Lucas were like middle schoolers groping out behind the band room. I looked at Dex Montgomery: wonderful father to his sons, shining beacon of light to his adoring daughter, dutiful husband to a suddenly unappreciative wife. Handsome, strong, confident, everything I have ever wanted in a man. Fuck it, I wanted him all to myself, regardless of how wrong it was.
This plan was supposed to be just about sex and impregnation. We’re supposed to enjoy this week of taboo sex, go home and slip back into our normal lives, and in a few weeks, “Omigod, I’m finally pregnant!” But now, remembering those kisses, and thinking about what was coming later, I wasn’t so sure about what would come next.
“Sierra! Earth to Sierra!” I heard Jax saying.
“What?!” I answered, a little irritated that he’d interrupted my reverie.
“I asked you if you wanted to go,” Jax said.
“Go? Go where?” I asked. Apparently, I had totally zoned out there for a minute.
He rolled his eyes at me and said, impatiently, “There’s a club on board called South Beach. Me and Marcus are gonna go see how it compares to the real South Beach. Dad’s old, so he’s going to bed. You wanna roll with us?”
I glanced at my dad who was looking everywhere but at me, and I could practically hear his thoughts. “Wow, that does sound like fun,” I said, earning a look of surprise from him, “but it’s been a long day, and Im’ma get some sleep so I can have a big day tomorrow. Sorry,” I added to Jax’s slightly disappointed face and Dad’s enigmatic smile.
Jax glanced at his watch and said, “It’s not even eight o’clock. You guys are going back to the room already?! You’re like some old married couple.”
Daddy surprised us all when he said, “I don’t know, son. Going back to the room early is something a new married couple would do, don’t you think?” Jax laughed out loud, but Marcus looked shocked, and I blushed as hard as I ever had.
Dad stood up to leave, and I got up to go as well. “Maybe we’ll see you guys at breakfast, okay? How about we meet at the dining room at 8:30?” I asked.
“That’s cool, losers!” teased Jax as he and Marcus headed away in a different direction. As we walked together through the gigantic, gorgeous ship, Dad took my hand. We walked along, holding hands like lovers, not caring who might be watching. My fingers interlaced with his, I commented, “This is nice. Luke doesn’t like to hold hands. He thinks it’s high school.”
“That’s a shame,” he said. “Me and your mom used to hold hands all the time. Not anymore, though.”
“What’s up with you guys?” I asked again. “It’s like she’s always mad, or looking for a reason to get mad,” I added.
“Like I said, I don’t know. And I’m not gonna talk about her on this trip,” he said. “There’s another woman who has my undivided attention, and Im’ma focus on her fine ass!”
“Daddy!” I gushed. “You are so sweet to me!”
He scoffed. “What I am is lucky. Lucky to have you as a daughter, and lucky to be here with you, whatever happens.” He squeezed my hand.
It was still early, and we weren’t in a hurry. We strolled along, stopping every so often to look into the numerous shops on the promenade, even stopping for ice cream. Finally, we made it back to our cabin. As Daddy opened the door, I was trying to appear calm, but my heart was beating a million miles an hour. I walked in first and he followed, closing the door. I said, “I’m going to take a shower and freshen up, okay? Don’t fall asleep, Daddy!”
He nodded. “I’ll do the same, after you.” He didn’t look nervous, but I knew he must be… having sex with your own daughter for the first time is not something a guy does every day. When we unpacked, we’d put everything away neatly. I easily found the items I needed and slipped into the bathroom as Daddy grabbed the television remote and sat back on the little sofa.
The shower was hot, and the stream was strong as if it were trying to wash away the sinfulness of what we were about to do. I used my favorite body wash and shampoo, making sure to fully lather up my thick dark pubes. I wanted to smell nice and oh, so desirable for him. I finished my shower and rubbed my brown skin dry, making it glow.
I followed the shower with my sexiest body lotion from neck to toes and dabbed just a fingertip full of the matching perfume right on my inner thighs. I wanted to drive him crazy, and scent will do that to a man. I thought about dabbing a touch of scent, you know, ‘back there,’ but there was probably no reason for that. Nothing was gonna happen there… Luke had drilled that into my head. Instead, I fluffed out my short little twisties, glad once again that I had gotten away from my formerly long hair and extensions… it was all just so much work!
I finished with a little lacy idea of a bra and matching little lacy suggestion of panties. Daddy had once mentioned somewhere that he loved white lace on a black woman’s skin. The outfit finished with a gauzy little wrap that covered nothing. I looked in the mirror. The bra was for show only, but my almost-B-cups were still immune to gravity, with brown nipples pointing upwards. The panties were losing the battle to contain my womanly pubes, but I saw how Daddy stared at my bush in the shower last week… he would certainly approve. My rich brown skin, my short hair, my smallish 5-foot 2 stature, and my full, kissable lips, all went together nicely. Standing there, all hottied up in my newest fuck-me-wear, I looked like a Black American Princess. His Princess. Daddy’s Princess. ‘Here, Daddy,’ I thought.’ This is all for you!’
I walked into the room. The look of amazement on his face made it all worth it. With his smile, all doubts, all reservations were gone. He whispered, “You’re breathtaking, baby. I’m not sure I deserve this!”
I smiled, “Thank you, Daddy. Now go freshen up. Don’t keep all this waiting,” I teased.
He quickly went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start, but not five minutes later, he came out, somehow freshly showered, shaved, and changed into some tight, black boxer briefs, with a delicious-looking bulge. I was laying back on the bed. He didn’t lay on top of me, but beside me, and pulled me close. “Last chance to come to our senses,” he warned.
In answer, I kissed him, wondering if it would the same as before. I kissed him. He devoured me. His mouth pulled my tongue in and sucked and licked it like he was starving. But this time, he didn’t just kiss my mouth. He quickly headed to my neck and chest, kissing me all over. He pulled the lace cover open and massaged one breast with his hand while zeroing in on the other nipple with his mouth, suckling at my breast like a hungry newborn.
At first, he was sucking me through my bra, pulling on and wetting the delicate lace. Then he switched, that wet breast now being massaged, pinching and teasing the nipple. On the other side, he gently pushed the flimsy strap down and moved the cup out of the way, and he put his mouth on my naked breast, sucking and nibbling on my nipple. He went back and forth between my soft little titties, attacking and loving first one breast then the other. He deftly unhooked the scrap of cloth and pulled it, and the coverup, from me. Naked on top, I pushed at the waistband of his shorts and started pushing them down his thighs. He helped, pulling them off. Now, my father was naked beside me, and I wore only the flimsiest scrap of panty. It was time…
I lay back onto my back and pulled him over to be on top for me, spreading my legs for him as I moved. I reached down for his throbbing hard dick, eager to hold it for the first time, but he pulled back from me and stopped my hand. “Whoa,” he said softly. “What are you doing?”
“Let’s go, Dad… put it in! I’m ready!” I said anxiously.
He looked me in the face as if he didn’t understand. He shook his head no, saying “No you’re not.”
I lay back and spread my legs wider. “Yes, I am… come on!”
Daddy propped himself up on his side and looked at me. “Is this what Lucas does? Couple of quick kisses, and then just stick it in? Is that what you’re used to?”
Suddenly self-conscious, my knees slowly came back together, and I rolled onto my side facing him. “Well, yeah,” I answered. “That’s how everybody does it. Sometimes he wants a BJ, too.”
Daddy looked at me with genuine sympathy. “My poor, sweet baby girl. That’s how boys do it.” He gently pushed me so I was again on my back. “Now lay back and let me show you how a man worships his princess.”
When he said that, I had no idea what he was talking about. I mean, look, I wasn’t Little Miss slut-fuck-everybody, but I was also not some blushing virgin. I’ve been married to Lucas for four years, and we slept together for a year before that. Before him, there were a couple of guys. Just enough to give me some experience, but not enough to give me a reputation.
And every single one of them followed the exact same playbook… A few kisses, say hi to my tits for a second, and then here comes that dick. Lucas even told me if you got a big enough dick you don’t have to do the rest of that shit. Daddy’s dick was certainly the same size as Lucas, so I didn’t expect any different. So what was he talking about?
He kissed my mouth again, our tongues resuming their dance. He moved back to my breasts, kissing and licking them all over. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently. Then he started sucking it in and out rapidly, faster and faster, increasing the pressure. I didn’t even know my breast could feel like that. It felt so good and took me by surprise so much, I almost came just from that! As he moved to the other breast, his fingers slipped between my legs and he rubbed me through the panties, the lace adding more friction. He found my clit with just his fingertip and softly but rapidly ran his finger around it, his finger matching the rapid motion of his sucking lips.
Together they drove me higher and higher, making me moan louder until I crested in climax, my empty quim pulsing, looking for something to grasp inside her. It was the first time my daddy made me cum.
He didn’t give me a second to breathe. As soon as he felt me unclench and relax from the first orgasm, he resumed his trip south, planting kisses and little licks on my tummy and belly button. I have a thin line of short, fine hair that starts at my navel and leads straight to my private garden. He licked that line like honey, going lower, lower, under the elastic of my flimsy little panties, and nuzzled in my thick hair down there. SURELY, he wasn’t about to kiss me THERE?! No one had ever…
