I was reading the Sunday paper and enjoying a pot of Earl Grey when I heard the front door open, and someone huffing and puffing under a heavy load.

“A little help please!”

I placed the cup on the table and paper on the sofa and dashed through to help Ruby, my daughter.

I stopped short as I saw her just inside the front door surrounded by carrier bags.

“Someone has been busy,” I laughed as I grabbed the nearest bags and carried them into the lounge.

“I’m afraid I went a bit mad, but I’ll wear everything, eventually. I need a new wardrobe for university...”

“It’s OK, it’s your money, you can spend it how you like.”

“About that ... I hit the daily limit on my card...”

“How much have I spent?” I asked as I poured more Earl Grey.

“About £200 ... I’ll pay you back at the end of the month.”

“There’s no need, I said I’d help with your expenses for university.”

“Thanks dad. Do you want to see a few outfits?”

“Yes please, that would be nice.”

Ruby is my only child, she’s 18 and starting at the local university next month, hence the new wardrobe.

Since Grace, my wife and Ruby’s mother, passed away two years ago, she’s been my rock. Keeping me company, keeping me sane, keeping me fed when I was grieving so hard I couldn’t eat.

I sometimes worry that Ruby spends too much time at home, she rarely goes out in the evening with friends; apart from session’s in the gym, she maybe goes out once a month to a concert with someone from school. She seems happy to stay home, so maybe I’m worrying over nothing.

When Grace passed away, after a long and painful illness, we were shocked to discover she had left us both a lot of money. We had no idea about this money, which she’d inherited from her parents.

A note in the will explained she’d not told me about the money when we met, as she wanted to be certain I loved her for herself, not her money. The note went on to explain that she then felt awkward about not mentioning it, so she just kept it locked away in an investment account. At the time of her passing, the account held a little over £5 million, 25% of which has been placed in a trust for Ruby, which pays her a generous monthly income, but clearly not generous enough for a serious shopping expedition.

I looked up from my newspaper to see that Ruby was undressing in lounge. This is not her usual practice when she’s showing me her outfits; she normally changes in her room before returning to the lounge. Maybe she’s got too many outfits to be bothered doing that. I was relieved to see she’d only undressed as far as her underwear.

I looked at Ruby as she thought about which outfit to try on first.

It’s a long while since I properly looked at her, not since she started developing. It seems wrong to watch her too closely, but she was standing in my lounge in just her underwear, surely it’s not wrong for me to admire her.

Grace was beautiful, tall like a model, with gentle curves and small breasts that were easily covered by my palm, she wore her strawberry blonde hair long, usually in a ponytail.

Ruby had inherited traits from my side of the family, her looks favouring my sister over her mother. She was still quite tall, but her figure was much fuller than her mother’s, her bra must be a size or two up from Grace’s, and her bottom was much bigger. She had also inherited my sister’s hair, being a deep black, which she wore in a short bob.

“Are you ready, dad?” Ruby asked enthusiastically, waking me from my reverie.

“Yes honey,” I replied, and noticed she’d laid a selection of outfits out on the floor between us.

“Which first?”

I ran my eyes along the line and selected a red mini dress.

She bent down to pick it up and I was gifted a spectacular view of Ruby’s cleavage, I had to put the newspaper down as my hands were trembling after that vision.

Ruby didn’t seem to notice my trembling hands. She slipped the dress over her head and pulled it down her body.

She gave me a twirl after she’d straightened the dress and pulled out the wrinkles, “do you like it?”

In truth I loved it, the dress was very close fitting and accentuated all her curves. I took a deep breath and willed my voice to work properly, “it’s stunning.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you look amazing.”

“It’s a bit tighter than I’d hoped, but the size up was baggy across my tummy.”

“Tight is good,” I told her, then scolded myself for being a bit crude.

Ruby walked across to the big mirror over the fireplace, she turned this way and that, gauging her look from different angles.

“I can’t see my bum properly, can you take a few photos on my phone, please.”

I picked up Ruby’s phone, which as usual wasn’t locked with a pin, I keep telling her she should, and she keeps telling me she has no secrets from me. She posed in front of me as I took a photo from both sides and the back, then she had me take many from the front, finally, she asked for a full-length video as she turned 360°.

I made a fresh pot of tea as Ruby examined all the photos and videos.

“I like this dress, and you’re right, tight is good.”

“You have a fantastic figure, Ruby, you should be proud of it.”

She cupped her boobs for a moment, “mum wasn’t this big, was she ... mmm, she’d been ill for a while, I guess they shrunk.” She added in a whisper.

“Even before, she was only a b-cup.”

“I’m a D, almost a DD. Where did I get these whoppers?”

“My sister, I guess.”

“Oh yes, Aunty Jane. She’s so pretty, when are we going to see her again?”

“Soon, I hope, she’s been busy working in London. She said she’d be finished soon and coming back up here for a while.”

“Great, I love Aunty Jane.”

“So do I. She was a great help when Grace was poorly.”

“What next?”

Ruby spent the next hour trying on different outfits, sometimes she would put the outfit on, look in the mirror quickly then ask me to select another. Other times, she would spend a while in the mirror and request photographs. There seemed to be no system to which outfits she wanted photographing.

“OK, I know you’re getting bored dad, but we’re nearly done, which next.”

I pointed at a black top and some denim shorts.

“Mmm, I can’t wear a bra with that top when I’m out, it will show through.”

“You can leave the bra for now; it won’t matter if it shows while you’re just trying it on.”

“No, that won’t work, I need to see what it really looks like,” she told me, before turning her back to me as she removed her bra and pulled on the black top.

My heart stopped as she turned towards me, she was beaming, “I really wanted this top, but I’m not sure I can wear it out ... does it look OK, are my boobs too visible?”

What to tell her, the fine black mesh was basically transparent, “mmm, yes, they’re visible, but I’m not going to lie, you have great boobs.”

She bounced with excitement at my answer, “I need photos, and videos...”

The last item was a tie-dyed dress.

Seeing as I’d practically seen her nude in the last outfit, Ruby obviously felt there was no point turning around to change this time.

The dress was lovely, she used a belt to pull the body in, emphasising her impressive bust.

“I love this, it’s vintage Monsoon, it was only £5 from that dog charity shop near the car park.”

“It’s perfect...” I told her.

Ruby stepped closer, she looked at me as I looked at her, “I think you’ve enjoyed my show,” she said, her voice low and husky.

My voice caught in my throat as I tried to reply, which was OK, I don’t think Ruby expected a reply, she just knelt before me and reached for my belt.

I moved my hands to stop her, but she brushed them away.

“How long is it since you’ve been with a woman, dad?”

“Not since your mum fell ill.”

“So, long before she died?”

“Yes, it’ll be five years or more.”

“Why haven’t you found someone new?” she asked as she finally managed to unfasten my belt and start on my trouser buttons.

“I was caring for you, it was a new experience, and I found I enjoyed being a single parent.”

“But you haven’t needed to parent me for a while now, you could be going out, having fun, sleeping with sexy ladies.”

“Why don’t you go out? You’re plenty old enough to find a boyfriend ... or a girlfriend.” I countered.

“But I do go out, every Monday and Wednesday.”

“Those are your gym nights.”

“Yes, but I don’t spend all night in the gym,” she replied with a cheeky grin.

By now I’d given up on pushing Ruby’s hands away and trying to shield my groin, she took the opportunity and reached into my boxers.

“Oh, nice and thick,” she cooed, “I thought you were filling your pants well as I posed for you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to, dad. I want to have sex with someone I love, and I want to have sex with someone who loves me, rather than the guys who just fuck me because I’ve got a pretty face and big tits.”

“You’re more than pretty...” I manage to say before my voice is lost as Ruby takes me in her mouth.

Jesus, she was good.

“I’m not going to last long...” I gasped, “you’re amazing.”

She pulled away momentarily, “thank you daddy, your cock is amazing, so big and hard...”

She resumed work, I wrapped my fingers in her hair, something to hold onto as my mind went into a tailspin.

I couldn’t help myself; I started to thrust into Ruby’s mouth, she didn’t flinch, simply working me harder, her lips locking tight, her cheeks increasing pressure, her tongue playing against the base of my cock...

Oh shit, I gave a hard thrust that must have pushed my head deep in her throat ... and let go.

Ruby tried hard to swallow it all, but after so long without any action, there was simply too much cum for one woman to take. The rest ran down her chin and onto the floorboards.

Ruby pulled back, a huge grin on her face, “was that fun?”

“Fun doesn’t quite cover it.”

She lifted her skirt and sat in my lap, at some point she’d removed her panties leading to delicious contact between her full pussy lips and my cock, “is it OK to kiss you?”