Precious Ruby

Down the inner stair the barber moved, the overcast sky filtering in precious little sunlight into the shop. Glancing towards the front Sweeney spotted Jezzebelle kneading dough, swaying softly to a mixture of the rain and her own silent, internal song. Moving around silently, the demented and desperate male flicked the locks shut, the click instantly attracting his daughter’s attention.



Jez slowly turned her head towards her father, raising a brow. “Gonna make it hard for the customers ta get in.”



Sweeny smirked at the girl with a soft growl, “Look outside you nit, no one’s going to come out in this weather.” Striding purposefully towards his girl, the barber ran his hand down her sides, pressing himself against her back, inhaling the familiar scent. Jezzebelle let out a small gasp turned groan as she felt her father’s erection pressing against her through her stiff skirts.



Grinning slightly, the girl purred out, “That a razor in yer pants or ya just happy ta see me Da’dy?”



“Shut up,” he snarled softly in her ear, grinding against her some before undoing his pants, freeing his raging beast of its restraint. In compliance the redhead lifted up the ruffled skirts of her black work dress shivering some as the cool air circulating the bakery struck her creamy thighs. Turning and twisting to face her father, Jez placed soft affectionate kisses along his jaw line as his hands tugged at the ties behind her neck, making quick work of the dress and pulling back to marvel at the milk white skin, his eyes darting to her pale pink nipples with a lick of his jaws.



Trembling delicately, Jezzebelle gripped the work counter behind her. Her soft doe eyes shut lightly as she reached her chilled hand down to stroke his length with a wicked little smile, and began to hum. “'Ow would ya like a little muff, Da'dy? A little jig jig? A little bounce around the bush? Wouldn't you like to push me parsley? It feels to me like ya got plenty there to push,” the girl giggled wildly before bracing herself for the impending impaling she knew was coming.



“Did I say you could speak?” Sweeney asked his daughter roughly as he drove his penis into the warm, silky depths of her tight passageway.



Quickly the redhead shook her head no, whimpering quietly at the thickness buried into her. Trembling Jez squeaked softly at the violent thrusts against her body, feeling the hot breath on her neck as her father’s teeth gently grazed the side of her neck. With a low growl, Sweeney scraped his child’s throat, running his tongue over the mark made with a lustful sound.



“D-Da’dy,” Jezzebelle whimpered, “Torturer!”



Smirking slightly the barber gave another ram against her, roughly crushing his lips to hers feeling himself twitch faintly before cumming in her depths, sliding a finger alongside his limper penis tweaking her clit softly feeling a warm rush of fluid as his little girl orgasmed over his finger.



Panting the redhead cooed weakly, “Thank ya Da’dy.” Slowly Jez righted herself, reaching for a rag to clean the white goo dripping down her thigh.



“Leave it,” Sweeney growled softly before turning to unlock the door then retrieve the bottle of gin his child kept in her dead mother’s parlor.