Retired S-rank father becomes a teacher

The sound of the shower stopped and the door to Victoria’s bathroom opened. She stepped out, a towel wrapped around her body and water dripping from her black hair onto her skin. Grabbing a seperate towel for her hair and face, she started to rub her hair with it.

Knock, Knock.

That had to be Kathy with her snack or something. Sighing she opened the door.

“Yes Kat?”

Her sister wasn’t there, only her dad standing there with a smile on his face and a box in his hand. She froze for a second, her heart beating faster.

What? She forgot to put her underwear on because she didn’t want to ruin it with wet hair and her breasts were practically spilling out of the towel that barely covered her ass. Her cheeks turned red. But wait this was the perfect opportunity.

“Papa, what are you doing here?” Vic asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Silas looked his daughter up and down, noticing how flushed she was, her hair damp and sticking to her skin. A scent of vanilla shampoo hit him. Why was he here again? Right.

“I came to give you your present Vic, for ranking up. I’m proud of you princess.” He presented the small black box.

She didn’t take her eyes of him as she reached for the box. The amethyst earrings shined in the light, her breath hitched when she saw the word ‘papa’ on them. Her heart melted.

“They are beautiful...thank you papa.” Her voice was soft, full of emotion.

A smile stretched his lips at her reaction. He loved spoiling his girls.

“I knew you’d like them. Come here, I’ll put them on you,” he stepped closer, the box disappearing in a ripple of space.

Victoria’s heart was beating louder, she felt lightheaded, her thoughts jumbled. Her dad was going to touch her ears. She didn’t want him to just stop at her ears though.

She turned around so he could have easier access and let the towel fall off her body. Silas paused.

His eyes traveled from her neck to her smooth back and down to the curve of her round butt, that was right there; waiting for him to grab a handful. Was she...?

“Papa, help me put them on,” she whispered, her hands holding the front of the towel to her chest but not hiding anything really.

Gulping he reached for the earrings and gently clipped them on her ear lobes, the metal cold on her skin. She shuddered at the sensation. He moved her hair to the side, exposing her nape.

“Does it look okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Victoria walked to the mirror, her butt swaying a bit. She looked at the earrings, a spark of joy in her eyes, her nipples hardened.

“They are perfect. I love them so much,” she said, turning back to face him, the towel slipping even lower. A hint of her pink nipples peaked out.

A swallow went through him and he nodded, his eyes locked on the pink tips. Fuck.

He turned away, his cock straining against his pants. This was too much stimulation for a father to handle and it was too early for this to be happening.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed now, princess,” Silas said. He went to the door, ready to bolt.

“Wait, papa can you dry my hair for me? I want to look pretty for the dinner tonight,” Victoria asked, batting her eyelashes and pouting, her body half naked, her nipples visible and her thighs glistening with moisture.

It was unfair. It was a trap but she was so adorable.

Silas took a deep breath. Okay.

He closed the door and walked towards her, taking the towel from her head.

“Sit down so I can do it easier,” he gestured at the bed.

She obeyed, the towel finally dropping from her body, leaving her completely bare before him and she sat in front of him, her back to him, her wet hair falling down her back.

“Is the position okay?” she asked, parting her lips slightly, “Do I have to bend over more for you, papa?”

This vixen. Vic knew what she was doing and it was driving him insane.

His pants were already too tight for comfort and the sight of her plump ass wasn’t helping. Taking her towel, he began to dry her hair, slowly, his fingers brushing against her skin as he did so. He had to be gentle, after all she was his baby girl.

A moan escaped her, she leaned into his touch, her back arching and pressing her butt against his bulge. It was hard, hot and large. How did it even fit inside mom?

She rubbed her ass against his girth, grinding up and down, wanting nothing more than to see it, play with it and take it in her mouth.

“Ah~ Papa, your fingers feel so good. So rough but so nice...” Victoria’s breathing was heavy, the need was building up in her.

He closed his eyes, his control wavering. The room was filled with the sound of wet fabric rubbing hair, their panting, and the occasional moan that came from Vic. His cock twitched, demanding attention.

Silas finished drying her hair and put the towel aside. His hands rested on her waist.

Victoria looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted.

“Papa...you missed a spot,” she whispered, her gaze going to her thighs as she parted her legs.

A natural bush of dark hair covered her folds, wet with her arousal. She was tempting him in every way possible and he wanted to give in. Badly.

He couldn’t. It wasn’t proper but just a little fun wouldn’t hurt. Right? Standing up, he moved in front of her and grabbed the towel from the bed.

Her legs still wide open, giving him a full view of her pink pussy. He bent down to wipe her thighs, his face close to her center, her sweet feminine scent invading his nostrils. She was so wet that her juices dripped onto the towel.

Please...please do something, Vic mentally pleaded, biting her lower lip.

Silas glanced up at her, their eyes meeting. Hers were clouded with overflowing lust.

Slowly he wiped her inner thighs, making sure to graze against her sensitive flesh with the cloth. A jolt of pleasure shot through her body, making her whimper.

He stopped at the edge of her entrance and stared at it for a long second. The way the little pink pearl poked out, begging for attention.

Then he lifted the towel and moved it to her entrance, pressing it gently against her swollen lips. A loud gasp left Victoria’s mouth as he started to rub the towel up and down, sucking her wetness, making her grab the bed sheet tightly, her toes curling and her hips moving against his hand.

More, more.

Her head spun with desire, her nipples hard and her body hot.

“Papa...it won’t stop. The juice...won’t stop flowing,” she panted.

Pulling the towel away, revealing her glistening folds, his mouth watered and the bulge in his pants turned unbearable, his self-control long gone.

“Then I have to use something else,” Silas said, his voice low.

What he meant dawned on Victoria as he leaned forward and licked her. One lick from her entrance to her clit and she came. Hard.

A scream left her lips, her back arching as a wave of pleasure washed over her. The scream echoed in the house, reaching the ears of her mother and sister.

Her head was blank, her body shaking from the afterglow.

Hearing footsteps from outside the door, Silas quickly stood up and covered Victoria with a blanket, just in time for Elizabeth and Kathy to burst in.

“We heard a scream Vic! What happened?” Kathy asked, her eyes darting between her dad and the bumbling form of her sister wrapped in a blanket like a burito.

Elizabeth looked at Silas, a knowing look in her eyes.

He coughed and smiled, acting normal. “Ah it was just a spider, it scared her.” He lied smoothly.

Kathy made a face, “A spider? Really Vic, you scream at a spider? You’re such a baby,” she said as she approached the lump on the bed and gave her a little punch.

Victoria squeaked and said, “Stop it! I just hate spiders okay, leave me alone.”

Her mom giggled. “Alright, alright you two. Get dressed and ready for the dinner in a half an hour.” Elizabeth turned to her husband, a sparkle in her eyes.

She walked over to him and whispered in his ear, “Good job at handling the ‘spider’. I’ll take care of you later.”

A hand was placed on his bulge before walking away and Silas followed with a flushed face. Damn. His wife was a little devil and his daughter a big one.