Standing there in the cool kitchen, your hands busy with preparing a small meal for lunch. Wearing a comfy t shirt and panties you lean against the counter. You took the day off to get caught up on a few things at home. Music playing loudly in the front room. Drowning out the turmoil and stress from a long week. Your mind attentive to your task at hand. Slicing fruit for your meal. The rhythmic chopping soothing to your ears. Your body relaxed. You set the knife down to rinse it off and then without warning a rough hand clamps over your mouth. The iron grip pulls you back into a firm body. A second hand arresting your waist. A scream. A plea. A yell. Stuck in your mouth. No sound allowing to pass through his palm. Panic takes over you as you feel his coarse hands moving around your body. He says nothing. His breath hot. Heavy. Heaving. You feel his throbbing member in his pants. Pressed tightly against your ass. His hand slowly starts to push its way down your stomach. Finding the waist band of your panties it pauses. Then rushing forward aggressively it dives down to your mound. Finding your sex slick. Moist. Wet. Ready. As his fingers part your lips you scream. No sound escaping or being allowed to leave your mouth. Your mind reeling. Panic taking over you, you start to push back. Struggle. But he holds you fast. Immobile. His thick fingers finding your inner lips now. Digging deep he continues. Your mind in command now. Thinking, it finally registers a familiar smell. A smell you've come to know for years. A smell called Polo Blue. "Daddy!!!" Your thoughts scream to you. He's here!! He's home. You relax your defense. Letting your weight settle into his arms now. You feel his arms loosen as his dry lips move to your ear. "Hello Baby Girl." He purrs. "Looks like you've stayed wet for me. Should I continue?" With your head bobbing and a smile hidden under his hands, he continues to ravage your swollen lips. Making you drip. Your Daddy has you safely in his embrace.
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