Daughter Requires Assistance: Chapter 2
"Oh no, Dad, I'm gonna need a bath. I, oops, forgot to mention I might need some assistance with that." Tori sat up in bed, feeling her thighs drenched in fluid, her pussy inflamed and dripping with it. Her dad had just helped her reach an orgasm for the first time in a while, holding the vibe to her clit that she was unable to due to her broken wrists. She couldn't walk around like this, so she had to ask for help. Usually, it irritated her to have to ask for such assistance, but now she felt special and didn't even have that annoyance.
"No problem there, sweetie," Mark responded, turning away from her. He had gotten up quickly and was now standing by the door, holding the knob. "I'll go heat up some water for you."
Tori laid back down feeling her muscles release tension she hadn't realized was there. She was stunned to find she was still horny. She typically only had a single orgasm and needed time to cool down, but now her body was still tingling and felt ready for another if the opportunity arose. Her mind wandered, reliving the feeling of her orgasm along with the memories of her past experiences with her body. Sadly, her contemplation was interrupted by the start of discomfort - her bed was becoming uncomfortable, and she felt a small pool of fluid seeping beneath her rear. She moved up in bed and pulled her blankets off her lower half. For the first time, she was stunned to see a large puddle on her sheets, spread out across them, leaving a darker stain. It wasn't just fluid, but a substance that looked almost milky and dark pink.
She was surprised she squirted, as it usually took intense g-spot stimulation for this to occur, and this was exclusively clitoral play. As she thought about it, she realized her father's finger must have slipped along the side of her vibe towards the entrance to her vagina while pressing hard against her clit. That sudden pressure seemingly sent her over the edge. Her eyes widened as she briefly considered trying to save her sheets, but she shook her head, then winced, realizing what a bad idea that idea was. What choice did she have, he probably felt it wetting him just a few moments before as well?
She decided to go ask her father if he could take care of her sheets before they soaked into the mattress. She initially thought of putting something on her bare body, but seeing as she was about to take a bath, she decided it was pointless.
Opening her door, Tori heard the sound of running water down the hall. Her father was drawing her a bath. She tiptoed out of her room, checking to see if her dad was in his office, and then his bedroom, but it was empty in both cases. She pushed the door open to her bathroom, noticing it was slightly open already.
She paused, spellbound. Measured precisely, right in the center of the room, was a large bathroom mirror. It was not just any mirror, it was a pane of glass from the ceiling to the sink, spanning nearly 4 feet long. Her dad's toilet was next to the mirror. The room itself was expansive, the only bathroom on the floor, but this one seemed strangely large. It had a unique layout with a vanity and mirror on one side and the toilet on the other, halfway down, and the tub positioned all the way at the other end.
Tori was stunned but could not pull her gaze away from the sight her dad was giving her; he was sitting on the toilet, his shirt removed and his pants lowered. His eyes were closed as he stroked his massive member. It was the largest cock Tori had ever seen. The sight of his penis was a sight to behold. His large hands would easily fit it between them, if he so desired. Tori watched him stroke himself, the large purple tip with veins, culminating in a patch of dark curly hair. He was uncircumcised, judging by the foreskin visible atop his shaft. Losing her train of thought, Tori did not push the door open any further, charmed by the sight before her. Regretfully, she could not wait any longer. If she wanted help with her sheets before they ruined them, she would have to act now. Leaning around the door, she called to her father. "Hey Dad, could you help me with my soiled sheets?"
Her father responded as quickly as he exhaled with, "Hang on," and then there was silence.
Tori's lips trembled as she stood in the doorway, witnessing a burning desire grow within her. This was partly due to the appealing sight of the man before her - a man who perfectly fit her preferences. But it was also because of the feeling of being desired, the feeling that she was valued for her body. She typically had no trouble attracting partners, be it males or females. People found her funny, sharp-witted, and able to hold her own during conversations. However, little did they know that she was also a submissive in the bedroom. She loved to please in a sexual sense, and was usually willing to try almost anything.
Although Tori could bring people to her bed when she chose, she didn't think many would go for her purely based on her looks. Her slim body, which was now out of style, was not helped by the fact that she preferred to dress in flannel and jeans. The only trace of femininity she allowed herself was the long, black hair that she wore in a braid. She'd weave it into her shirts at work.
Yet, this was a different sort of desire. A raw, physical desire. Tori was certain this man struggled not to be aroused simply by the sight of her. When she thought of her father, she couldn't help but feel proud. She felt something she'd never felt before: a wanton longing to give herself completely to this man.
She admired his masturbation from a distance, watching as his hand moved with growing fervor, causing his breathing to quicken and his movements to become jerky. It was then that she witnessed him ejaculate, arching his back and nearly firing his semen across the room. Some of it had landed on the vanity. The first droplets had splashed too far, landing on the floor. He managed, with a quick reflex, to block the rest with his hand. Tori carefully withdrew her hand from the door, making her way back to her room silently, grateful for the running water that masked the clomping footsteps of her air-casted boot.
"I can't believe I had that effect on my father," she mused. "Given the gesture, I've decided that if he wants me, I'll find a way to let him have me."
Mark opened his eyes, still shallowly breathing while his hand remained wrapped around his penis. Glancing at the stains around him, he considered that some of the splashes must be his cum. He tried to reassure himself that it was normal. After all, he had just witnessed a beautiful young woman climax. Also, it had been years since he had had sex with a woman. As he tried to distract himself, his mind wandered. There was nothing he could do to control what took place in his mind. Ideally, his behavior would not change toward his daughter. He would have to consider her request as a complex and emotionally-vulnerable act. Still, it was essential not to make her feel uncomfortable or weird about his reaction.
He had to rectify the situation. Tori might have returned to their room without underwear on and was just sitting at the edge of the bed. He usually undressed her in the bathroom, but she made an understandable request, given how his semen could splash her.
"Would it be alright if I took off my shirt right here instead of in the bathroom?" Tori inquired. "I like this one, and it sometimes gets splattered. I don't want to ruin it."
Mark complied, stepping into the room to find his daughter stark naked - apart from her upper body - sitting on the edge of the bed. She had to have considered the convenience of foregoing her bottoms.
"Do you mind undressing me here?" Tori questioned. "Some of my shirts can still end up a bit wet if I undress in the bathroom after you've had your turn."
"Alright, I'm on board," Mark replied casually as Tori stood up and lifted her arms overhead. Taking off her shirts was never an easy task with Tori's arms the way they were, and this time was no different. There was some twisting, shifting, negotiating, with the shirt partially wrapped around Tori's face and shoulders. This time, Tori being naked from the waist down, Mark couldn't help but notice the emerging patch of coarse hair that was growing in on her previously smooth pubic area.
The shirt had made its way past Tori's shoulders now, and Mark couldn't help but stare at her small, pink nipples on her perky little breasts. He recalled the first time he volunteered to help her put on a bra after the accident when she told him she hadn't worn one in years and jokingly asked if he hadn't noticed. Already shirtless at the time, Tori had gestured to her breasts, proudly announcing, "They might be small, but at least they stand up on their own." Removing the shirt from one arm was a struggle, but working it past her casted elbow proved to be a challenge for Mark. His arm brushed against Tori's nipple, leaving him with mixed feelings. He had to look away, as his mind drifted back to her caressing her breasts, brushing her nipples with the edge of her cast while...during... when he was helping her. His arousal began to return.
Tori's shirt was finally removed, and she left the room, strutting her slim figure in front of Mark. "Oh, by the way, Dad," Tori said, turning to face him before leaving her room, "could you help me take off the sheets? They're already soaked, and I can't risk them getting any wetter."
Obliging, Mark witnessed just how wet the sheets had become, even though he had experienced her wetness gush against his arm only moments ago. Mark balled up the sheets before depositing them in the hamper. The familiar scent of her arousal engulfed his nostrils, reminding him of the moment he sniffed her silicone vibe. He inhaled deeply before placing it in her hamper.
Shaking his head at his own curiosity, Mark followed Tori into the bathroom. They had mastered the process of undressing Tori - she'd test the water with her foot, then sit on the edge of the bed. Mark would undo her walking cast and set it aside to air out. Then, he'd return to the tub and kneel by her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she rotated to place her injured leg inside.
"This feels so good," Tori sighed as she eased herself into the warm water. Mark picked up a loofah and added some soap. He began by washing her neck, then moved to her chest. When he reached her breasts, he couldn't help but notice how perky they were, with her nipples erect and her mouth slightly parted. He focused on her armpit instead, noticing the growth of hair.
"Do you need your hair washed today?" he asked, trying to remain focused.
"No, I'm set." Tori commented. Mark tidied up the area below the waterline, cleaning Tori's back and stomach. The next step was always the most awkward. Tori pushed her good foot onto the edge of the tub and lifted her injured one carefully, placing it on the ledge and spreading her legs to make the task easier. That was usually where Mark started to clean between her legs.
"I need just a little bit more attention," Tori muttered. "I wouldn't have taken a bath if you weren't there." At this point, Mark had begun cleaning Tori's sex, and she gasped. "Sorry, a little sensitive today, I guess."
"No problem," Mark responded blithely. He proceeded to wash her thighs before handling her casted leg. "Would you like me to clean in between your legs?"
"Yes, please." Tori said, spreading her legs open even further. Mark's deft hands wiped her once, causing her to close her eyes and bite her lip. He repeated his action, wiping her a second time. The third wipe had Tori gasping and shifting in place. "How does it feel?" she inquired.
"It's feeling better," Tori responded vaguely. Mark paused and rinsed the loofah, setting it aside to dry. He began to dry her off, taking care to soothe the irritated skin on her casted wing.
Mark withdrew the plug from the water, draining it. He typically gave Tori a final rinse after the water had vanished as it was hard to experience cleanness while immersed in the remnants of their washing. The shower head was detached and set to a soft, concentrated spray, enabling Mark to rinse Tori down. As he go down to her waist, Tori yet again distanced her legs, providing him accessibility to rinse between them. Mark was surprised by the rosy tone of her internal lips, a color that matched her fair skin but contrasted with her dark tresses. Her mound now had a rough stubble, and judging by her routine trimming, he believed a complete, dark, thick patch of hair could reside down there.
The stream slid between Tori's opening, and she tightened up, prompting Mark to shift the stream away.
"Are you fine?"
"Yes." She stated. "I'm still feeling sensitive, but that was a pleasant shiver, not a negative one. You could carry on."
Mark gently directed the stream back towards Tori's lower region once more, which she opened wider. The stream impacted her, and he adjusted it, moving up and down slightly in anticipation of her preference for meticulous hygiene. He then prepared to cleanse her legs, but Tori haltered him.
"Sir, could you keep the jet aimed at my vulva for a bit longer?"Her inquiry was matter-of-fact. To last over nine days without any release and having her casts removed afterward seemed so far in the future. It prompted Mark to consider how frequently Tori masturbated. This train of thought was diverted by Tori's words: "not to mention, doing it here is more manageable to clean up after than back there. It simply makes sense."
Mark entertained no rebuttals. Since their previous occurrence in the bedroom, they'd traversed a line; transitioning this process into a recurrent activity.
"Sure," he accepted while maintaining a cheerful tone, "have you checked the water temperature and its suitability?"
"It felt amazing."
Mark redirected the jet stream back between Tori's thighs, carefully observing it to prevent any inadvertent movements. Her outer lips reddened, and she pushed her hips outward, inviting more of the spray. Her breasts rose and descended with every inhalation, while her eyes remained shut. Her face exhibited a mix of intense pleasure, and, cautiously, Mark inspected her expression. Was she aware of his hard-on in his trunks? What would he do when the act concluded?
"Yes...," she uttered breathlessly.
As the showerhead's spray reached the pinnacle of her slit, fueling her lust, she grinned and murmured, "Yes, yes, stay there, damn it...!" Tori's breathing became increasingly faster, and her hips jerked back and forth, exposing more of her body before easing once more. Eventually, she wrapped her compacted muscles and took a significant inhale followed by a scenic expulsion of breath. Mark moved the spray away, studying her blissful expression as she regained her composure."That was incredible," Tori mumbled. "I required it," she added, her eyes still shut.
Her nakedness seemed even more vulnerable in the chilly tub. Mark offered her towel, which she used to exit the tub. After helping her into a seated position, a sizable bulge from his arousal was apparent to her.
"Uh, hey, there's something... sorry," Tori said, startled by his erect reaction. Mark hastily wrapped two towels around her. One for drying and the next as he kneeled beside her, drying her back "Kneeling next to you, [he] used the second towel to carefully dry her off. To retrieve her, he had to hoist her upwards with one arm around her shoulder and support her bare, casted limb before settling her down. The firm protrusion in his crotch rubbed against her hip as he finished drying her back.
Tori experienced a surge of excitement in her chest. Despite having just dismounted him recently, her dad was as hard as stone, due to watching her body. Wow, that was hot! However, she was aware that she needed to defuse the situation, or else he might back off.
"It's okay," she said in a low voice, mimicking and mocking his own tone. "You know? It's normal. It happens to everyone. Sex is an aspect of life, and so on and so forth."
Mark chuckled, and Tori noticed his shoulders loosen up as the tension in his face disappeared. She had gone straight to the heart of the embarrassment.
But his stiff member was still inside her.
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