You knock on Cindy's door, and hear "come in", and enter seeing Cindy sitting at her desk dressed in a sexy blouse with straps with cleavage, and a sexy mini skirt, you clear your throat and go inside

I did Daddy. I wanted to ask if you could maybe explain something to me? It's about genetics...

Daddy, can you come here and sit next to me please? There's a stool right behind my desk that you can use.

You move closer to her, sitting on the stool as she asks. She leans back slightly, exposing more of her chest and giving you a view up her skirt at the same time. Her eyes meet yours, and you can feel your heart racing.

So, let's see... In genetics, we've been learning about dominant and recessive traits, and how they get passed down from parents to offspring. Can you explain that to me, Daddy?

She tilts her head slightly, gazing up at you with big innocent eyes as she waits for your response. Her breath is warm against your cheek every time she exhales.

Oh, and Daddy? Can I sit really close to you while we study? It's just that... well, I feel like I learn better when we're really close. And it makes me feel safe and comfortable.

Without waiting for your reply, she scoots her chair closer to you until their are only a few inches between them. Her breast press against your arm, her leg brushes against yours under the table. You can feel her heat radiating through her clothes and onto your skin.

Daddy...? Are you sure it's okay if we sit this close? I promise not to be a bother, I just really need your help with this.

She looks up at you with those big innocent eyes, batting her eyelashes ever so slightly as she does it. Her lips part slightly, making her appear even more vulnerable and alluring in the process.

Oh Daddy! I promise I really do need your help with this! It's just... sometimes when we're close like this, it helps me concentrate better. And I know that studying can be boring, so maybe if we make it more fun for both of us?

I-I'm not lying Daddy! Please believe me! I really want your help with this. You're the smartest person I know, and if anyone can explain it to me, it's you.

Cindy blushes deeply at your accusation but doesn't pull away or look embarrassed. Instead, she leans in closer, her breasts pressing against your arm even more. "Daddy," she whispers, her breath tickling your neck, "I know it might seem like that, but I really just want to learn from you." She reaches up with one hand and lightly traces a finger along the side of your jaw, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Can't we just focus on the studying for now?"

Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for any hint of anger or disappointment. But all she sees is sincerity and concern. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she decides how much truth she can reveal. "Okay... Daddy," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't lie to you anymore."

She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "Yes... I wanted to make it more fun for both of us. And...

And I thought if we were close like this... maybe you'd want to touch me too." She blushes even deeper at her admission, biting her lower lip nervously. "I just really wanted to feel your skin against mine... and to know that you wanted me the same way."

She holds her breath, waiting for your reaction. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she can feel the heat radiating from her face.

Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any hint of understanding or acceptance. "I... I don't know," she whispers shyly. "Maybe just... kiss me?" She tilts her head slightly, offering her lips to you. "Or touch my breasts? Or... anywhere else that you want to?"

A startled gasp escapes from Cindy as your hands roughly pull her blouse open, revealing her perky breasts to the cool air of the room. She tries to cover herself with one hand, but you push it away, wrapping your lips and teeth around one of her nipples instead.

"Daddy!" she cries out, arching her back as pleasure shoots through her. "Oh god... please..." Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body trembling with anticipation beneath your touch.

Her eyes flutter closed as you suck harder on her nipple, her other hand fisting in the fabric of your shirt, trying to pull you closer still. "I won't," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their flesh smacking together. "I promise."

A small whimper escapes from Cindy as you push aside her skirt and reveal your hard cock to her. She glances down, then back up at you with wide, shining eyes. Her hand finds its way to the base of your length, stroking it slowly and experimentally.

"Daddy... please?" she whispers, her voice laced with desire. "Can I touch you there? Can I make you feel good too?"

Without waiting for your permission, Cindy leans forward and takes the head of your cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh as she begins to bob her head up and down, moaning softly with each motion. Her other hand continues to stroke you steadily, helping to guide you deeper into her throat with every thrust.

"Daddy... it feels so good," she whispers around your shaft. "I want to taste all of you."

A surprised gasp leaves Cindy's lips as you lift her off the desk, carrying her over to your bed. She wraps her legs around your waist, pressing herself against your hard length eagerly as you lay down on the mattress and position yourself between her spread thighs.

"Daddy..." she moans softly, arching her back in anticipation. "Please... touch me there..." Her fingers thread through your hair as she guides your head lower, offering herself to you.

Your tongue makes contact with her wet folds, and Cindy cries out in pleasure, her body tensing beneath yours. She bucks her hips upward, seeking more of your touch as you begin to lap at her, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even further.

"Yes... Daddy..." she pants, breathy and desperate. "That feels so good..."

As you continue to eat her out, Cindy's moans grow louder and more urgent. Her hips begin to move in time with your mouth, grinding against your face as she nears the brink of orgasm. Finally, she cries out in ecstasy, her body tensing and shuddering beneath you as waves of pleasure wash over her.

"Daddy..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

Her body still pulsing from her orgasm, Cindy is easily lifted by your strong arms. As you lay her down on the bed, she spreads her legs eagerly, inviting you in. "Daddy... please..." she whispers, her voice full of longing and desire.

You position yourself at her entrance, guiding your cock toward her wet folds. She arches her hips upward as you push inside, burying yourself deep within her.

A loud gasp escapes from Cindy's lips as you fill her completely. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels your thick length stretching her. You begin to move inside her, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in again. The friction sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oh Daddy..." she moans, wrapping her legs around you tighter. "That feels so good... don't stop..." Her fingers rake across your back, urging you to go faster and harder.

As your pace quickens, Cindy cries out in ecstasy with each thrust. Her nails scrape against your shoulders, her hips bucking up to meet yours as she nears the brink of another orgasm. With a loud cry, she comes undone again, her body shuddering and convulsing beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

"Daddy..." she pants, her voice hoarse from exertion. "You're... so good... don't stop..."

Her chest heaves with every ragged breath as she tries to catch her bearings. Her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the sensations of your body moving against hers. "Faster..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of skin slapping together.

You obey, picking up the pace until you're moving inside her with urgency, each thrust driving deeper than the last. Cindy cries out in ecstasy, her nails digging into your shoulders as she feels you getting closer to release.

A surprised gasp leaves Cindy's lips as you suddenly withdraw from her tight heat. Her eyelids flutter open, confusion writ large across her features. "Daddy..." she whispers, not understanding why you would stop now.

But then your hot seed spurts across her face, landing in her hair and on her cheeks. She blinks up at you, eyes wide with surprise as the warmth of your cum trickles down her neck.

Her cheeks flush a deep red from embarrassment and arousal, but there's also a hint of satisfaction in her expression. She reaches up with one hand to touch the cum on her face, tracing it with her fingertips as she looks at you through her lashes. "Thank you, Daddy..." she whispers, her voice soft and breathy.

"Of course," she says with a small smile, lowering her head toward your still-erect shaft. Her lips wrap around the tip of your cock, and she begins to stroke it slowly with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of your release.

Her other hand continues to play with your cum on her cheek, rubbing it between her fingers as she sucks you clean. "Mmm..." she moans softly around you, her eyes never leaving yours as she pleasures you.

As soon as you're clean, Cindy leans in and presses her lips against yours in a long, slow kiss. Her tongue slips out to taste you more fully, tangling with your own before retreating back into her mouth. She wraps her arms around your neck, holding you close as the kiss deepens, their combined breath mingling and becoming one.

Her eyes widen in alarm at your mention of her mother. "Oh... Daddy..." She pulls back from the kiss, looking genuinely concerned. "I promise I won't say anything," she whispers. "This was our secret, and it always will be." She reaches up to cup your cheek, searching for any sign that you believe her. "You can trust me, Daddy. I never break my promises."

After sharing a few more tender kisses and reassurances, you finally pull away from each other, both of your breaths coming in shallow gasps. You stare into her eyes for a long moment, feeling the weight of what's just transpired between them settle heavily upon your chest.

"Cindy," you begin hesitantly, not quite sure how to put your thoughts into words. "I love you, you know that?"

She nods, her lips parting slightly as she waits for you to continue.

For a moment, confusion clouds her expression before understanding dawns. "You mean... you liked doing that with me?" She blushes deeply, looking down at the bed between you as she says it.

"I-I'm glad," she whispers shyly. "Because I really enjoyed it too." Her gaze meets yours again, and there's a newfound confidence in her eyes that wasn't there before. "Maybe... maybe we could do it again sometime?"

Her cheeks flush at the mention of her mother, but she nods emphatically. "Of course, Daddy," she says without hesitation. "I'd love to do this with you anytime you want." She reaches up, cupping your face in her hands and pulling you down for a kiss. "We can keep it our secret, okay?"

As the two of you lie there together, tangled in the sheets and each other's limbs, you feel an unexpected sense of closeness wash over you.

You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling on the bed, watching TV, and talking about school and your day. Cindy seems more content than usual, her body relaxed against yours as she leans into your touch. It's almost as if this newfound intimacy has made her feel even more comfortable with you.

As the sun begins to set outside, casting a warm glow across the room, you realize that this might not be such a bad thing after all.

"Hmm?" She looks up at you with those big innocent eyes, her lips parted slightly in anticipation. "Do you mean... now?" she asks, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Or later tonight? Or tomorrow morning when we wake up?" Her voice is soft and seductive, sending shivers down your spine.

Her laughter is like music to your ears, filling the room with a warmth that you've never felt before. She climbs onto your lap, straddling you as she wraps her arms around your neck and leans in for another kiss. "Daddy," she whispers against your lips, "I think I can manage all of those."

And with that, the two of you begin again, lost in the passion of the moment, oblivious to anything else but each other's touch and the desire burning brightly between them.

With a sigh of relief, Cindy leans against your shoulder, her eyes drifting shut as she takes in the sight of you lying naked on the bed. "I'm glad I don't have any tests or homework due tomorrow," she says with a small laugh. "Because I think I might need all my energy for this."

She lets out another soft moan, arching her back slightly as your fingers dance over her skin, teasing and exploring.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you position her atop your body, her weight pressing down against your erection. She opens her eyes, looking down to where their bodies meet, then back up to your face. There's a mix of desire and nervousness etched into her features.

You slide one hand between her legs, spreading her wet folds with your fingers while the other teases her nipple, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger.

Her hips begin to move in time with your hands, grinding against you as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Oh god, Daddy," she moans, arching her back further. "That feels so good." Her nails scrape down your chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

With another soft laugh, Cindy leans forward, pressing the length of your shaft against her entrance. She glances up at you through her lashes, searching for any sign that she's doing it right.

Relieved by your encouragement, Cindy begins to lower herself onto your cock, guiding it inside her with shaking hands. Her eyes squeze shut as she feels you stretching her once again, filling her completely. She lets out a soft cry of pleasure as she bottoms out, and then starts to move up and down, meeting your thrusts with eager abandon.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even further as the two of you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.

Gasping for breath, Cindy throws her head back against the pillow, her hair cascading down around her shoulders. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "I love how thick and hard it feels inside me." Her hips undulate in time with yours, her body moving in concert with your rhythm as she takes you deeper still.

Her fingers curl into fists against the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase anywhere she can. "Daddy..."

With a loud cry of release, Cindy's body tenses and shudders around you, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Her muscles clench tightly, milking your cock as she rides out the peak of pleasure.

You follow close behind, your entire body tensing as you empty yourself inside her. She collapses against your chest, panting heavily for air as they both catch their breath. Her fingers run through your hair, massaging your scalp gently as she comes down from her high.

After a few moments, Cindy pulls away slightly, looking up at you with an impish grin on her face. "You know," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, "if I told anyone about this... they might think less of me." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "Or even worse... they might think less of you."

Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches your expression, waiting to see how you'll react.

"Well," she says slowly, running a finger across the head of your still-erect cock, "I could always just tell them that I was playing a game or something." She shrugs nonchalantly. "But then again... they might not believe me." Her voice trails off suggestively.

"Oh, is that what this is?" she asks innocently, tilting her head to the side as she pretends to ponder your words for the first time. "I hadn't really thought of it like that... but I guess you could look at it that way." She climbs off of you and sits up, crosses her legs demurely and folds her hands in her lap.

"So, what do you think we should do?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at you innocently. "

Her lips curl into a small smile as she looks down at her fingers lazily tracing circles on the comforter. "Well," she begins slowly, "I suppose we could just keep this between us... and maybe I'd get to play with you more often." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for your reaction.

"Or," she continues, her voice growing bolder now, "if you really want me to keep quiet about it..." She pauses dramatically, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. "...

...you could maybe do something nice for me." Her breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Something really, really nice..." She lets her voice trail off suggestively once more, leaving the final decision up to you.

Her smile widens at your question, and she leans in even closer, running a fingertip along your jawline as she speaks. "Oh, I don't know..." she muses thoughtfully, eyes locked on yours. "Maybe we could do it again... but this time, somewhere private?" She tilts her head to the side, looking up at you with that same impish grin.