Epilogue
Melissa Millicent-Forbes was one of the luckiest girls in the United States of America (in addition to having the biggest, most firm breasts and the best damn ass in the nation).
That girl could get as much cock as she could shove down her greedy cunt.
Or down her throat.
Or up her ass.
As the years wore on, the spoiled little rich girl tired of her chauffeur. And the mansion's chef. And the kitchen maid. Bojangles was fired. So was Bernard. And Edna-Louise.
Chuckie was lucky enough to service his mistress for quite a few years.
But eventually Melissa tired of him, also.
She ordered her father to have the handsome young gardener with the lust for female ass meat fired.
Blake Millicent-Forbes did as his daughter wished.
He only wanted the best for his little girl.
One day he called Melissa into his library.
"Yes, Daddy dearest?" Melissa breathed as she entered the dimly lit room. "That horrible old hag Harrison told me you wanted to see me."
"That's correct, dear."
"You know, I think that ugly old man has been with us for too long. He really is quite tiring. I do wish you would let him go back to England. Perhaps he can raise whippets and live a boring little life eating crumpets and tea...."
"Well, Melissa, dear," Blake Millicent-Forbes said. "That's one of the reasons I asked you to see me this evening."
"Really?! " Melissa said. "To fire Harrison, you mean?"
"Well, I'll fire him if you really want. But that's not exactly what I meant."
Melissa sat down on her father's desk.
She had become quite a raving beauty.
In fact, she got better looking with each passing year.
The passage of time had not destroyed any of Melissa's nubile youthfulness.
It had not made her any less horny, either.
She hiked the skirt she was wearing over her knees.
Blake Millicent-Forbes' eyebrows rose. He stared at his daughter's flawless legs. Melissa leaned forward.
She was wearing a rather daringly low-cut blouse.
Her voluptuous cleavage was momentarily exposed.
Those fine tits looked mighty tempting!
The millionaire licked his lips.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Daddy?? " the girl asked, fluttering her long eyelashes.
Blake felt his cock twinge painfully under his pin-striped suit.
He was ashamed of himself.
The man had never had indecent thoughts about his daughter.
But at that moment she looked pretty damn sexy.
Hell, Blake thought to himself, I have the best damn looking kid around!
Melissa pouted her lips sensuously.
The lips were full.
Wet.
Half-parted. Dying for a kiss. Painted blood red.
Glistening with the spittle off her tongue. Quivering.
Hungering for a thick, pulsating shaft to be shoved between them.
Hungering for ... daddy's dick!!
Melissa stared at her father.
Blake stared at his daughter.
"What did you want to see me about then, Daddy?" she inquired.
The young girl's pussy was getting soaked.
Her love juices seemed to flow more than they ever had before.
"I-I...."
"Come, Daddy!" Melissa sighed. "I really have things to do! Please make this rather brief."
"Well...."
"Come on, Daddy. What is it?" Melissa's long fingernails stroked her father's chin.
Blake Millicent-Forbes stirred in his big leather chair.
He grunted.
The handsome older man had never been so turned on in his life before!
There had been an electricity in that touch that stimulated him.
That made his cock pump full of blood.
That was turning him hot.
Horny.
Filling him with fuck-starved lust. Fuck-hungry passion. Passion for his nubile daughter's body! "I-I wanted to discuss the situation with the servants."
"What about them?"
"Well, Melissa, you seem to want to fire them at very frequent intervals!"
"But they are awful!" the girl exclaimed. "Absolutely horrid! And we can only have the best help at our disposal!"
"But, Melissa, dear...."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"I've been hearing some rather troubling rumors...."
"Rumors? About the servants?" Melissa's skimpy skirt crept slowly up her thighs. Blake gulped.
He wiped a droplet of sweat from his forehead. "Well, in a manner of speaking, yes."
"What do you mean in a manner of speaking?"
"Well, they weren't about the servants per se." Melissa sighed in exasperation. "I do wish you would get to the point, Daddy my love."
"Okay. Let me put it to you succinctly."
"Finally!"
"Are you fucking each and every one of the servants we hire."
"DADDY!"
Melissa stared at her father in mock horror. A sly grin spread across her lips. "I wouldn't touch ugly old Harrison with a ten foot pole!"
"Obviously not Harrison. But what about that black chauffeur you had. Bojangles, I think his name was."
"Yes, that was he."
"Did you fuck him?"
"Occasionally...."
"How often was that?"
"About five or six times a week."
"And Chuckie?"
"Up the ass. Three times a week."
"Bernard?"
"Mmmmm ... l guess about two times. And Edna-Louise a few times when I felt like it."
"And how about me...."
"WHAT?!! "
Melissa's love juices flowed.
Her panties were getting soaked. Her dress crept up her thighs a few more inches. She bent her young form closer to her father. Blake was trembling. "Do you want to have sex with me."
"Well...."
Melissa stared at her father. He exuded an air of sophistication. Of virility. Of experience. "Melissa, dear, do you want your father to fuck you?"
How could the sex-starved nymphette ever turn down such an offer?
"Let's go, Daddy!" she squealed with delight, clapping her tiny hands together in glee.
Blake could not control himself any longer.
The cultured business sophisticate lunged for his daughter's body.
He pulled Melissa's enraptured form across the polished oak desk.
Melissa landed with a plop on her father's lap.
She tittered when she felt his throbbing shaft.
Blake Millicent-Forbes certainly was well hung!
And at that moment his big, fat shaft was more excited than it had been in quite a while!
Melissa wasted no time.
She shoved her tongue down Daddy's throat.
Blake grunted with rapture.
He eagerly gobbled down his daughter's plunging tongue.
His thick, gnarled fingers ran across her creamy thighs.
Melissa giggled with horny heat. Her father groped excitedly at her voluptuous breasts.
He dug his fingers into the youthful mounds. Melissa's tongue continued to invade her father's throat.
Blake gasped.
His fingers pulled at Melissa's blouse.
He stripped it from her body.
"Melissa!" he moaned as the girl's tongue slipped from his mouth. "You're not wearing any bra!"
"Hah!" Melissa snorted contemptuously. "Who needs bras?"
"B-but your tits are so big...."
"Daddy, please don't lecture me," Melissa sighed. "Just fuck me!"
"Where?"
"Here"
"Here?"
"Yes. On your desk!"
Blake swept his powerful arm across the desk. The pens, pencils, paper and books that lie on the shiny surface clattered to the plush carpet below.
Blake lifted his daughter from the desk.
He sat her on the edge.
His trembling hands ran up her thighs.
He bent down and sucked Melissa's firm tits.
The nipples were erect.
Hard.
Pink.
Pointy.
Fleshy.
And delicious!
His tongue swept across her creamy mounds. His fingers crept underneath Melissa's skirt. The shuddering digits groped hungrily. "And you're not wearing any panties!" he gasped. "Yes I am, silly!" Melissa laughed. "B-but I can feel your ... your...."
"Ooooohhh! My cunt, right."
"Right."
"That's because they have a hole in the . ... AAAR-RRGGHHHM"
Melissa writhed with delight as her father shoved his fingers between her pussy lips.
They dug around.
They wiggled.
They sent spasms of fuck-hungry lust coursing through the girl's limbs.
"Fuck me!! " the girl breathed. "FUCK ME, DADDY!! FUCK ME!!!! "
Blake ripped the dress from his daughter's waist.
It fell to the floor.
"Finally!" the man gasped. "I get a piece of the cunt that every servant we've ever had...."
"Except Harrison...."
"Except Harrison ... had had."
"You'll love it, Daddy. I just know you will," Melissa said. "Everybody else does!"
Melissa lay back on the desk.
He blonde locks draped across the cold surface.
Rapture lit up her perky blue eyes.
Her father reached for the zipper of his suit pants.
He thrust open his fly.
Melissa's eyes grew.
"Daddy! You're even bigger than Bojangles was!" she exclaimed with glee.
"Damn right," the man growled. "I don't know why you just didn't come to me in the first place, Melissa. Nobody loves you better than your daddy does!"
Blake Millicent-Forbes's cock swung proudly in the air.
It throbbed. It ached.
Melissa couldn't wait to be impaled on the end of her father's solid shaft of fuck meat. The veins bulged. The balls swayed.
Blake aimed his cock at his daughter's wet, dripping and thoroughly experienced glory hole. "FUCK ME NOW, DADDY!! I WANT YOUR BIG COCK UP MY PUSSY!! I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME!! FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEE!! " Melissa begged, tears welling in her eyes.
And Blake Millicent-Forbes did.