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attractive for a woman to know her limits. I don’t ever want you to become a lush. Drunk women make foolish decisions.”
    Chanel walked toward Faugner, the robe hanging loosely off of her shoulders. Her wet skin glistened and Faugner noticed the tautness of her breasts as they sat upright, perky from youth and inexperience. He quickly diverted his eyes back where they belonged ... on Chanel’s face.
    “I won’t become one. I have you to look after me. You always take care of me,” she said before she took the glass to her lips and finished the entire drink. Her head spun slightly as the premium wine took its effect. Enjoying the way that it was making her feel, Chanel waltzed over to the mini-bar to retrieve another bottle.
    “Chanel, stop while you’re ahead,” Faugner warned as he approached her. Chanel chuckled softly and opened the bottle.
    “Relax, you don’t have to act so parental. You are not my father,” she reminded. “We can have a little fun.”
    She tilted the bottle to her lips and wrapped her entire mouth around the nozzle as she let her tongue lap up the wine. She was feeling it and the liquor had made her bold. Releasing her of her inhibitions and making her feel sexy, powerful, in control.
    Faugner reached for the bottle, but she quickly put it behind her back. “If you want it you’ll have to get it,” she said mischievously. She had always found her stepfather attractive. His good looks appealed to her, but now that she was partially drunk she grew the guts to flirt openly with him.
    “You’re drunk, Chanel ... Just give me the bottle so that we can call it a night,” Faugner said with impatience as he stepped closer to her to reach behind her back. His body pressed against hers, pinning her against the small desk. She sat her bottom down on top of it and he stood between her thighs.
    “You want it?” she asked as she pulled it from behind her back. She removed the robe, exposing her bare body. “Come and get it.” Chanel poured a small amount of wine on her bare breasts and spread her legs seductively. The wine had her flower budding and she was ready for it to be plucked. Her clit throbbed and she heard Faugner’s breath catch in his throat as the wine dripped from her perky breasts, down her stomach, and ended in a puddle between her legs.
    He reached for the robe and pulled it back over her shoulders.
    “What are you doing? You’re seventeen,” he hissed harshly.
    Chanel smiled because she knew that he was trying to do the right thing, but the imprint of his hard dick showed through his slacks. For the first time she felt how much power her womanhood gave her and it turned her on to know that she had caused the swell in his pants. She pulled the robe back down and rubbed his swollen package through his slacks. “I want you to fuck me, daddy,” she said.
    She stood and began to kiss his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. He dodged her advances, moving his face from side to side. “Chanel, wait... stop,” he said as he wrestled with her, trying to keep her from touching him in his most sensitive of places.
    “I would but you don’t want me to,” she replied. She stuck her tongue in Faugner’s mouth and pressed her pussy against him as she grinded into him. She was so wet that she left his pants slick. A guttural moan escaped his lips ... betraying his protesting position.
    “I feel good don’t I?”
    “Chanel ... I’m flattered, but you’re my daughter,” he said. “You have to stop. This isn’t right. Stop, stop!” He grabbed her roughly as if he could shake the sense back into her, but Chanel was persistent. Lust had taken over her and she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her. Her clit was throbbing with so much intensity she was sure it had its own erotic pulse.
    “I’m your wife’s daughter and I do everything that she should be doing for you except fuck you,” she replied. “I cook for you ... I clean for you ... I wash your clothes and