A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with MFM, mild-asphyxiation and humiliation kink.

It had been dim outside when Dad escorted me from the dark-colored Rolls Royce and towards the theater doors. Inside, it is inevitably darker as the dancers perform their elegant rendition of Swan Lake. However, my attention is focused anywhere but on the fleeting yet beautiful movement of limbs towards the bright halos. Instead, it is in a far more sinister direction.

The beads of sweat building on my forehead become more pronounced as the performers glide across the floor. I sink lower in my red padded seat with a rather shameless parting of my legs in invitation as Dad’s fingers tease so carelessly over my clit through the lace of my already soaked underwear.

My father is a handsome man. He is tall, well-built and pushing 60. But you can’t tell by how well-kept and groomed he is. Dad religiously lifts weights, runs, and swims. I’d spied him on many occasions, dreaming he would take notice of my attraction. I had been filled with guilt and shame for months for wanting to be with my father. But the moment I had accidentally walked in on him pumping his cock, something had sparked within me. I couldn’t get the image of him fisting his cock out of my mind-a cock I so desperately wanted deep in me.

When I finished college and joined his firm, that was the beginning of teasing and testing the waters. I had thought Dad hadn’t gotten my subtle, and sometimes, not-so-subtle hints until half an hour ago when he began to rub places a father shouldn’t be touching.

It’s a slow tease, and I’m growing increasingly close to the edge of my release.

I try to suppress my trembling moans by biting into the skin of my index finger. The heels of my black stilettos press unforgivingly into the floor, and the heat in my groin turns to something more urgent as I’m brought towards the edge. My desperate, pleading eyes sear into the side of his mature profile.