It was another ordinary evening in Lindsay Top's house. After another delicious home-cooked meal. Cooked with all of her favorite foods, because her mother adored her baby girl. No expenses spared. Her mother was snuggled in bed, probably reading a trashy romance novel. Curlers in her hair. The plunging collar of Molly's bathrobe hanging loose. Lindsay had to get her stunning beauty from somewhere. Both of her parents were as subjectively handsome and gorgeous as money would allow. Even though they were not poor, her mother had a collection of novellas from the local 'bargain bins' and second-hand stores. Covered in $1 and $2 stickers. Her father was watching television when she passed by the living room. What was he watching at this hour? The bottle-blonde shrugged and prepared herself for a bubble bath.
Lindsay selected a small clear bottle from the shelf of her dressing table. Daintily pushing aside the other make-up supplies. She sat on a small, pink bar stool looking chair as she uncapped the bottle. Hooking one slender leg over the top of the other. She spread the clear substance on the back of her nails. It was putrid. It was acetone. A nail polish remover. She didn't like her red nail polish chipping off. Once her nails were spotless, Lindsay blew on them. Proceeding to pluck wet wipes from a box on her dresser. Wiping off her eyeliner, amber lip gloss and contour.
After a long day, a bubble bath was the perfect way to relax. Lindsay came from a wealthy family, so she could afford to spoil herself. Her father always made sure that his "little chipmunk" had everything her bubbly heart desired. The same ditzy heart that her mother worried would have her daughter taken advantage of during the "Total Drama"™ competitions. However, "Admiral Lindsay. Her Hotness" proved herself to be an underdog due to her dislike of being called stupid.
The bottle-blonde unfastened the blue bandana she slicked her back with in her everyday life. Setting the bandana down on the corner of the dressing table before pricking off the laces of her cowgirl boots before pulling off her cowgirl boots by the heels. Padding barefoot towards the bathroom across the fluffy carpet.
"Her Hotness" was looking forward to slipping out of her plunging crop top and skin-tight mini skirt, into her comfortable, pink sleepwear. Putting on some soft, ambient music to help Lindsay clear her mind and relax. Even an air-head like the slender bimbo got tense from time to time.
Especially when she was manipulated by Heather or trying to remember everyone's names. She called her parents 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' because their names were too similar. They both started with 'M'. Mable and Morgan? That didn't sound right. Mitch and Millie? No. Moxie and Matt? Closer. Max and Maude? Perhaps? Lindsay was trying her best to improve after returning from the Total Drama competitions and being told that she was hopeless with recalling names.
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After shrugging out of her iconic crop top and tight mini-skirt, giving her ass a waggle to amuse herself. She was easily amused. Lindsay sunk down into the bathtub. The water rose to lap at the rim of the porcelain bathtub. She let out a sigh and leaned her head back as the bubble solution relaxed her muscles. Lindsay was surprised the whole bath didn't turn orange like the bubble bath solution. How did that work? Her mind wistfully drifting away to the beat of the music. More than usual. Warm tingles spreading through her slender body. The aroma of bubble bath solution was so strong that the blonde's mind grew more hazy than usual.
Lindsay bit her lip. Her hands gliding down over the curvature of her own breasts beneath the warm water. Strings of incoherent moans and breathless gasps escaped her lips as she slipped her fingers between her herself like her sweet, caring, precious Daddy did. Pinching her perky nipples. Pressing her legs together.
Dreaming of places she was yet to visit and people she had met while competing in Total Drama: Island, Total Drama: Action, Total Drama: World Tour, Total Drama: Revenge of the Island and Total Drama: All Stars. Lindsay was bad with remembering names, not faces. What she needed to make this feel like a trip to the spa was cucumber slices, but she had no idea where cucumber slices came from or what brand of cucumber to purchase.
"Hmmn. Yes..." She panted, trying her best not to draw attention to her naughty activities.
...
Her Hotness's cries of elation caught Mike's attention. At first, he assumed it was noise from the television as he flicked through the channels looking for anything to help him sleep. He switched off the television and made his way to the bathroom where he assumed the noises were coming from. He noticed his daughter reclined in the bathtub. Looking quite relaxed. The more she moaned and grinded her hips against her fingers, Mike's cock gained hardness like a diamond.
He did not want to startle her so he called out from the door before crossing the room.
"Daddy?! What are you doing here?" Lindsay was embarrassed that she was caught touching herself.
"Don't be embarrassed, my little chipmunk." He smiled softly. "I should have knocked."
She could not help but notice the pronounced bulge in his pants. Giving him a flirtatious stare. It took every ounce of control that he could muster for Mike not to cum in his pants that instant.
"Do you want something, Daddy? You must be stressed. I know how to help you relax."
How could he say no to that 'come hither' stare and the crook of her finger? She definitely got that from her mother. Molly was the most beautiful woman in the world. Mike kneeled by the side of the bathtub, gently swirling his tongue around her sticky fingers. Licking them clean.
"Oh god yes!"
She needed more. Her body felt like it was on fire. Lindsay rose to her knees, ass up in the air. Her boobs dangled tantalizingly over the rim of the bathtub as she reached for the main attraction. Licking her lips as she savored the hopelessly lewd expression on her father's face.
"What are you doing?!"
"Isn't it obvious, Daddy?"
"If you lean over the side of the bath like that you will fall out and hurt yourself. We can't have that."
Despite his knees being weak, Mike struggled to his feet. Throbbing so hard that it hurt.
As soon as it was in lunging distance, Lindsay threw herself at him without another word.
Her father gripped the side of the bathtub. His daughter greedily devouring his 12 inch cock. Water droplets with a rainbow sheen from the bubble bath solution cascading down her alabaster breasts and navel. Strings of saliva suspended between her thin lips, tongue and the quivering flesh of his shaft as she jerked her head backwards and forth, up and down his cock.
"Ah, Lindsay! I'm going to…" He groaned. "...Ah fuck...cum."
"Yes, Daddy. Hehe~" She giggled. Her laughter was muffled by cock.
This time she didn't say it innocently. Her wide, blue eyes sparkled lustfully as he grabbed her by the hair. It wasn't painful. She liked it when his fingers twisted through her long, golden locks.
Slurping down his thick, hot cum as Mike's body quaked upon release. Cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth. The blonde tried not to waste any of the liquid. It would be a mess to clean up off the floor. She couldn't keep it all in her mouth. Her body aching for those 12 inches to rub and pound them. Her jaws ached more from smiling than pleasing Daddy's cock.
"Aww. I'm all sticky now." The ditz murmured. "I guess I'll have to get in the bath and-" She was cut off with a gasp as her father pulled her down onto his lap. Rubbing his cock between her legs. Lindsay didn't complain. She reached out to curl her fingers around the throbbing shaft, but he had another surprise for her. Gently smacking her hand away. Instead, Mike pressed one finger against her heat. Slowly sliding the pads of his fingers up and down like a credit card in a card slot. His other hand groping one of her enormous breasts.
"Shh." He whispered in her ear. "Legs up on the sides of the bath. I'm going to pleasure you."
Lindsay was too dim-witted to associate what she and her father did with any fetish terminology.
"How have you been, my little chipmunk? I missed you." He murmured, nibbling her ear lobe.
"I missed you too, Daddy."
She became lost in those blue eyes. His kisses stealing her breath.
"What did you miss about me, babe?"
"Hmmn…" His face. His voice. His eyes. The way he made her...shiver. "Everything."
"That's my girl." He added another finger. "I missed these boobs and this sweet ass."
Lindsay bit her could feel his hard-on prodding her in the back.
"Should we add some toys for a little more...excitement my little chipmunk?"
"T-toys? Like an Xbox and stuff?"
Luckily, Mike had come prepared. An assortment of treats hidden amongst the bath soaps and scrubs. Tonight he wanted to test out the 'butterfly'. A toy in the same blue as Lindsay's bandana. With a large silicone cock and two decorative prongs near the handle that resembled the wings of a butterfly.
"No, baby. Something far more interesting. Just for you." And himself.
"Wouldn't it...like…" She couldn't think of a larger word. "...break in the water?"
"No, little chipmunk. It's waterproof. But just in case, I'll carry you to your bedroom."
"You spoil me, Daddy."
"Anything for you, my Princess. My dearest little chipmunk."
"Ahhh!" She was cut off by an overwhelming vibration as he pressed the dual-density tool between her legs. The outer layer was softer than her silky hair, but there was the hard rod at the core. It was almost like the real thing.
...
"Daddy…Have I been a good girl?" She panted, her tongue rolling out of her mouth. Her golden hair fanned out over the pillows. The mattress was so soft Lindsay felt like she might sink into the silk and disappear like quicksand. Her blue eyes rolled back in her head as Mike replaced the vibrating toy with the tip of his own cock. The bulbous throbbing head, poised at the folds between her legs. Her back arched, pushing her ample bosom outwards into her father's face. His hands caressing the underside of her thighs as Linsday's slender legs hooked around his waist. Her wrists cuffed above her head by a pair of glittery pink faux-fur and plastic handcuffs. Her boobs bounced as they fucked.
"Yes, my little chipmunk. Daddy is going to reward you with something sweet."
"I love cream pies!" Lindsay's unbashful enthusiasm shone through her elated expression.
The moment he shimmied his boxers down, his dick stood up straight, with a slight curve. Lindsay took her time to admire her father's cock. Her tongue gliding up and down the veining and wrinkles like a lollipop. Scraping her teeth over the taut muscles with expert skill and care. Mike continued to rub her clit while he tried not to moan. Not...yet.
"You're nice n' slick." Mike marvelled. Slipping another finger into her tight, pink cunt.
His cock popped out of her mouth with an audible POP. She lent back against the headboard for support. Waves of pleasure dancing up and down her spine so violently she could imagine her vertebrae clacking together. The blonde was burning in places she didn't know she had.
"It will feel better if you let it out, my little chipmunk."
"Yes, Daddy~" She moaned, her juices slick-ing as her father stretched her with his fingers.
Lindsay had no shame. She was only grinding her teeth because she did not want to interrupt her mother's leisure time. The blonde loved her mother and father to the ends of the earth.
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His cock rammed into her G-spot with the ferocity of a wild animal.
"Ah!"
"Is there something you want to tell me, my little chipmunk?"
"Not. There."
"Why not?"
"P-please!"
"You'll have to explain yourself, my little chipmunk. What do you want? Please. Do not leave out any details."
"Well first, since I already sucked your HUGE cock, I want a Cream Pie. No. Wait. Lots of Cream Pies. I really like it when you finger me, squeeze my boobs and lick my ass."
...
Her hips bucked. Rendered breathless with each downward thrust. Pumping her with his cum to create a cream pie. She was on birth control so they could do it raw. She didn't notice the handcuffs slip off. The blonde bombshell could not string a coherent train of thought together.
Her swollen, aching pussy clamping around his cock. Greedily milking her father for every last drop of cum. She moaned uproariously. Hips bucking. Saliva strung between their mouths. Her mind wiped clean by the heat of the moment. Skin slapping on skin. Suds drying in her hair. She finally opened her eyes. Her heart fluttered when she noticed the flush on her father's face.
"Good...princess." He praised her. She straddled his lap. Affectionately nuzzling the nape of his neck.
When she thought it could not get any better, Mike threw her own on the bed using his muscles. She felt like a child again, bouncing on the bed. The momentary weightlessness jiggling her breasts. Causing more tingles to spread throughout her body. Landing with her surprisingly bountiful ass up in the air. Her face and breasts squished into the mountain of pillows as he buried his face between her ass cheeks. Lindsay squealed with delight, kicking her legs with excitement.
Her alabaster buttocks glistening in the bright light suspended from the centre of her ceiling. Mike's kisses trailed down her shoulder blades, her spine and then down to her lower back.
Her eyelashes fluttered. Her blue eyes rolling back in her head. Her tongue lolling out her mouth like a hentai. At least her tanned skin would be exfoliated from all of this fresh cum.
Rainbows of light refracted around the room with the coloured glass prisms of the discounted 'crystal' chandelier. Her father knew his way around the room even in the dark because he helped plan and build it. Mike's tongue swirling around her puckered hole. Lindsay couldn't decide what she liked more. His fingers or his tongue. No, it was totally his 12 inch cock.
She wanted more of that, but it was his turn to do what he liked. Blood rushed to Mike's cock. He already pumped her to the point of bursting once...twice...three times...after that he lost churned her tight insides with his rough tongue. Leaving not an inch untraversed.
He could only hear two things. The pounding of his own heart in his chest and her elated cries. Unlike Molly, who was bashful and tried to hide her moans, Lindsay was practically screaming. Gipping the cheeks as Mike slowed his pace down. Agonizingly slow. Methodical. Deliberate.
Lindsay saw stars. Like the pretty ones on the side of her cowgirl boots. She heard herself squeaking like her boots whenever they got wet. Mike continued to devour her like a five-course meal.
"Daaaaaddyyyyy~" She whimpered dramatically.. "You gotta put it in."
"What, my little chipmunk? Have you changed your mind? Do you no longer want me to lick your beautiful asshole?"
"N-n-no." Her voice peaked.
"No, what? You'll have to be specific."
"Don't stop! Stuff me with your cock...please...or else I'll die."
"One more time." Mike purred, his tongue withdrawing from her ass. "Once more I promise, Princess."
She had no idea how long they had been going at it like this. Everything blurred together.
Lindsay was only-half conscious when her father scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bathroom to clean her up before bed. He pulled the plug out of the bathtub and waited for the now cold water to drain out completely before running her a new bath.
Dipping her hand into the water.
"How is that temperature? Too hot or too cold?"
Lindsay mumbled something that resembled a positive affirmation. Her tongue and brain were dissociating. Even as he kissed her cheek and squeezed her breasts. After rolling back the sleeves of his now water-logged shirt, Mike brushed his fingers through her long, golden hair.
Mike made sure he scrubbed every inch of her runway model body clean. He may have also slipped a few fingers into her horny, supple cunt, but she was so stretched out, she couldn't tell the difference between a bar of soap and the width of his fingers. Clinging to him like a baby opossum.
"Shh. You've been such a good girl." Mike whispered sweetly. "Rest now, my Princess."
When Lindsay inevitably passed out in the warm bath, Mike carried her back to the bedroom. Painstakingly making sure to towel her dry from head to toe. The blonde's father kissed her on the cheek and tucked her into bed like he did when she was a child. The blue eyed, brown haired man turned off the light and left the room with a smile. Leaving the door slightly ajar behind him as he slipped away, to bathe, dry off and climb into bed with his wife. Molly closed her book and kissed him on the cheek. She recognized the perfume lingering on his skin.
An unconscious Lindsay buried beneath a mountain of pink pillows and matching duvet. Dreaming of only god knew what. She seemed happy. Giggling in her sleep. Blonde strands of damp hair falling over her face, neck and shoulders since it was not swept back by the brilliant blue bandana. She might not have been the smartest girl, but Lindsay did not need anything except the approval of her loving 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'.