Chapter 147: Valentine's Head 003/ The Witch's Master001

He had only a second or so to react. If he did not push her away instantly it would come across as consent. But the moment for instant reaction passed, for he could barely convince himself what she had just done was real.

She kept her hand there, and the shock his senses had registered was now being replaced by a very pleasurable sensation. Her hand felt cool and smooth on his penis, and already his member began to respond of its own volition.

Kelly moved her hand down slightly cupping his balls with her fingers, then allowing her fingernails to delightfully scrape gently against his scrotum. He inhaled deeply, through his nostrils. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him there, other than himself, and the feeling was amazingly exquisite in intensity. His cock grew thicker against his daughter's hand. Kelly drew her palm up his erect shaft and gripped it in her hand. Her eyes were still locked on her father's reading the confusion and pleasure reflected here.

His eyes widened slightly as she placed her thumb on the sensitive moist tip of his penis. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. For a moment he resisted. Then he reflected, allowing her access to his mouth. It felt small against his thicker tongue, but Kelly kissed him hungrily. She broke the kiss. Then moved down, planting smaller kisses on his neck and chest, leaving a cooling this trail of saliva as descended all the while continuing to fondle and stroke his taut balls and hard shaft, now using two equally attentive hands.

She knelt on the kitchen floor her face barely inches from his now full erection. Part of him deep inside screamed at the wrongness of what was happening, another part urged him to give in his desire, to accept and enjoy the moment. She looked up at him, and despite the confused feelings churning in his mind he detected doubt in her eyes, a flicker of fear that he might reject her for leading him to this incestuous act but there was something else there too; tenderness. His hand trembled as he reached out. His fingers touched her hair, stroked its silken softness. Kelly sensing his approval bent her head and kissed the wet tip of his penis, running the tip of her tongue around the swollen head of his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure up through his nervous system. She moved down, wetting his shaft with her tongue then moved to pay attention to his balls, lapping them attentively, not missing anything so that his balls were soon damp with her saliva, she licked back up his shaft each movement deliberate and affectionate.

Steve cupped both hands either side of her head as though guiding his daughter's actions, but it was clear Kelly was in control. She paused at the head of his swollen member, then engulfed him, pushing her head down to take as much of her father into her soft wetness of her mouth. She began to slowly bob her head in a slow rhythmic manner while her fingers massaged his balls, further enhancing Steve's sensation of unbelievable pleasure. Kelly began to increase her speed, and her father's breathing was deep and fast as inevitable building of his orgasm began.

The pressure of his hands on her head encouraged Kelly to move still quicker as she sought to encourage her father come in her mouth.

'Kelly,' Steve breathed. He was near now.

She moved faster. Small slurping sounds escaping as her mouth went the full length of his cock, rising and falling in a delirium of lust.

Steve cried out as his orgasm hit, holding his daughter's head firmly as he ejaculated in her mouth. Kelly swallowed as he came in three gushes, keeping him in her mouth until he had finished coming. Then, delicately she ran her tongue around his spent cock, kissed the tip of his penis and then pulled his dressing gown together and tied the cord. The she stood and looked him in the eye.

Silence.

Steve did not know what to say.

Kelly gave him a small shrewd smile. 'So Dad, about tonight's Valentine's date?'

'Steve smiled back at his daughter. 'I think I'll go. I suppose there's nothing to lose.'

'Good,' his daughter beamed, her victory complete. 'Well, I suppose I better get those croissants under the grill. You must be hungry.'

Steve grinned at his daughter. 'Starving actually.'

The End.

Book Title: The Witch's Master

"Oh no, not again!"

Her name was Leslie, and she was having a very bad night. First she had been stood up for a date and now, out in the middle of nowhere, her car had just died, again.

She let the car coast to a stop on the side of the road and grimaced. She didn't know the first thing about cars. She tried to start it again, but the engine barely clicked. She looked at her phone, "Naturally," she sighed, "no signal."

With a sigh of resignation, she got out, locking the door and started down the road. She was 20 years old, her long brown hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. She wore a pink tank top and a pair of jeans, the fabric hugging her slim form, an outfit that attracted plenty of attention wherever she went from guys. She did not know it, but her outfit attracted the attention of plenty of girls too. She had only gone a short way when she saw a house in the distance. More accurately, she saw lights. She decided to take the quickest way, cutting through the forest. She slipped between the trees and started walking.

Soon she began to feel a dark feeling begin to come over her, a feeling of dread. She shook it off, "Stop being a baby," she told herself. But as she neared the house, the feeling of dread began to get stronger.

By the time got out of the trees, she wanted to run right back into the forest, but if she was going to get some help, she needed to use a phone. So, steeling her courage, she went to the door of the little cottage and knocked.

The woman who answered the door was not at all what Leslie expected. She had expected an old person, maybe a grandmother. Instead , Leslie was met by a woman who couldn't be older than 30, her long dark hair cascading over her smooth shoulders. Her face was gorgeous, her bright, mysterious eyes held Leslie's, her full breasts stood out prominently and her upper thighs were barely covered by a short, tight red dress.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Uuuummmm," Leslie stammered, "C-C-could I-I, use yo-your ph-ph-phone?" She was utterly overwhelmed by the presence of this gorgeous woman. Leslie had never been very interested in women, but the sheer sensuality of this woman had her head swimming, her mind consumed by lustful images.

She smiled, a knowing smile. As though she knew precisely what Leslie was thinking. "Of course," she said, "Car troubles?"

"Yes," Leslie replied, "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome," She replied. She led Leslie into the house and Leslie was shocked at how big the rooms were. She was sure the house didn't look that big on the outside "My name is Lilith, by the way."