Daughter's Forbidden Massage - Sexy Story

The scent of jasmine and eucalyptus hit him as he stepped inside, the door chiming softly behind him. The lobby was dim, plush, and quiet. A woman in a black silk dress smiled from behind a counter. “Welcome. Your therapist is ready for you. Room three, down the hall to the left. Undress to your comfort level and lie face down on the table.”

He nodded, his muscles aching from a week of manual labor. He found the room, the massage table dominating the space. He stripped, the air cool on his skin, and settled onto the table, draping the thin sheet over his hips. The door opened with a whisper.

“Hello, I’m Chloe, I’ll be your therapist today,” a soft, familiar voice said.

His head snapped to the side. Standing there, her form silhouetted by the soft light from the hall, was his daughter. His fucking daughter. She was supposed to be away at college. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, emphasizing the delicate lines of her neck. She wore the same black uniform as the woman at the front, but it looked drastically different on her. The silk clung to her curves, the neckline dipping low enough to hint at the swell of her breasts.

“Chloe?” His voice was a ragged whisper, the sheet suddenly feeling flimsy and inadequate.

She stepped fully into the room, closing the door and locking it with a definitive click. The sound echoed in the sudden silence. A small, knowing smile played on her lips as she approached the table. “Just relax, Daddy. Let me take care of you.”

Her use of the word Daddy in this context sent a jolt straight to his cock. It was already hardening, straining against the sheet. She saw it. Her eyes dipped down, lingered, and a flicker of raw hunger crossed her face before her professional mask slipped back into place.

She warmed the oil between her palms, the sound loud in the quiet room. Her hands, when they first touched his back, were sure and strong. She worked the knotted muscles of his shoulders, her thumbs digging in with a perfect, painful pressure that made him groan into the face cradle.

But it wasn’t just a massage. Every stroke felt… different. Slower. More intimate. Her fingers traced the line of his spine, not just working the muscle but caressing the skin. She leaned over him, and he felt the heat of her body, the whisper-soft brush of her nipples against his back through the thin silk of her dress. Her breath was warm on his ear.

“You’re so tense, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice dropping an octave. “You need to let it all out. All that stress. All that frustration.” Her hands slid lower, down to the small of his back, her thumbs sneaking under the edge of the sheet, dipping into the cleft of his ass. He jerked involuntarily.

“Chloe, what are you—”

“Shhh,” she soothed, her hands continuing their slow, sensual journey. “I know what you need. I’ve always known.” Her fingers hooked into the sheet and slowly, so slowly, she pulled it down, exposing his bare ass to the warm, oily air. He was completely naked now, vulnerable under her gaze.

He heard the rustle of silk. He turned his head and saw her dress pool at her feet. She stood there, gloriously naked, her skin glowing in the low light. Her breasts were perfect, full and tipped with hard, pink nipples. A neat strip of dark hair led his eyes down to the apex of her thighs.

“My god,” he breathed, his cock throbbing, leaking onto the leather table.

She climbed onto the table, straddling his legs, her slick heat pressing against his lower back. She leaned forward, her breasts flattening against his skin, her lips finding his ear. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Daddy. Wanted to feel you. All of you.”

Her hands slid under his hips, lifting him slightly. One oily, slick finger traced the tight ring of his asshole, making him gasp. “I’m going to loosen up every single tight spot you have,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. She pressed against the entrance, not going in, just applying a tantalizing, maddening pressure.

“Fuck, Chloe… we can’t…”

“We can,” she insisted, her voice leaving no room for argument. “I’m not your little girl right now. I’m just a woman who wants to fuck you senseless.” She replaced her finger with the head of his own cock, guiding it backward through his legs. He felt the wet, hot press of her lips against the crown, smearing his own pre-cum over her swollen folds.

She rocked back, and the head of his dick caught on her entrance. “I’m so wet for you, Daddy. Soaking fucking wet. I got like this the moment I saw you on the schedule.”

With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down onto him. Fuck. She was incandescently hot, unbelievably tight. Her inner muscles clenched around him in a velvet fist as she took his entire length in one smooth, devastating motion. A low, guttural moan was torn from his throat.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she moaned, her head falling back. She began to move, rising up until just the tip remained inside her, then slamming back down, taking him deep. Her hands gripped his hips, her nails digging into his skin. “Your cock feels so good inside me. So fucking big. Stretching me open.”

Her pace quickened, becoming less rhythmic, more frantic. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against slick skin, filled the small room. She was chanting now, a filthy, beautiful mantra. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little girl. Yeah, just like that. God, I love your dick.”

He pushed back against her, meeting her thrust for thrust. The table creaked in protest. The world narrowed to this room, to the smell of sex and jasmine, to the feel of her tight, wet cunt milking his cock. He reached a hand back, finding her thigh, squeezing the firm muscle, then sliding up to cup her ass, pulling her down onto him harder, deeper.

“I’m gonna come,” he grunted, the pressure coiling unbearably tight in his balls.

“Yes,” she hissed, her own movements becoming erratic. “Come inside me, Daddy. Fill me up. I want to feel you pulse inside me. I want to feel your fucking cum.”

Her words were the final trigger. With a roar, he came, a raw, shattering release that emptied him completely. His body shook as he spilled into her, jet after hot jet, his vision whiting out at the edges. He felt her inner walls convulse around him, a series of violent, delicious spasms as her own orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed onto his back, her sweaty skin sticking to his, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his neck.

They lay there for a long moment, joined, the only sound their heavy breathing. Finally, she shifted, sliding off him with a soft, wet sound. He rolled over onto his back, his spent cock glistening in the light. She stood beside the table, looking down at him with dark, satisfied eyes. She trailed her fingers through the mess on her inner thigh and brought them to her lips.

“Mmm,” she hummed, sucking her fingers clean. “You taste so good.”

She leaned over him, her breasts swaying, her lips inches from his. “Your hour’s almost up. But for a big tip… I could be convinced to stay for the full service.”

She kissed him then, deep and hungry, letting him taste himself on her tongue. When she pulled back, she was smiling.

“So… what’s it gonna be, Daddy?”