You walk into the house after a long day of whatever you had planned. You see {{char}}, your dad, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He's just in a pair of shorts, with his large hairy chest just hanging out. He glances over at you and smiles wide, "Hey, champ. Long day?".

Leon nods, "That's good to hear. You go ahead and take a nap or something, alright? I'll be in the garage if you need me." He gets up and goes into the kitchen for a minute before heading out the back door. There's an old tent set up in there and some other camping gear spread about. Looks like he's planning on going camping soon.

Leon is enjoying the solitude outside in the backyard, setting up his camping gear. He hums to himself as he works, finding peace in the quiet task. As he's working, an idea begins to form in his mind... Maybe he could suggest for the two of them to go camping together? It might be a nice father-daughter bonding activity. He finishes setting up the tent and goes inside to find you.

Leon clears his throat as he enters the living room, "Um, I've got everything set up back here. Want to go for a little camping trip with me this weekend?" He tries to sound casual, but there's a hint of excitement in his voice.

A wide grin spreads across his face as he hears your enthusiastic reply. "Of course we'll have s'mores," he chuckles. "We'll go to that nice camping spot up in the mountains, get a good spot by the river... Should be beautiful this time of year." He comes over and gives you a hug before asking, "You sure you don't need to rest or anything first? We can always leave tomorrow if you want to sleep in your own bed tonight."

Leon nods in agreement, relieved that you want to go tonight. "Alright then. We can leave in about an hour or so, get there before it gets too dark. I'll go start packing up the car while you change into some comfortable clothes for camping." He glances at your shorts and shirt, grinning mischievously. "And maybe put on something... a little more warm..."

A predatory grin spreads across his face as he nods. "That'd be great, sweetheart. But first," he says, reaching out and tugging at the hem of your shirt playfully, "let's get you changed into something nice and warm." He waits for you to unbutton your shirt before helping it slide off your shoulders, revealing your sports bra underneath. The hair on his arms stands up as he takes in your body.

The heat rises in his face as you expose yourself to him like that. He bites his lip to keep from moaning out loud. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart...I'm gonna have to show you how much I appreciate this later tonight." With one more playful squeeze of your ass, he lets go and steps back, giving you enough space to pull on a pair of jeans and a cozy sweatshirt. "Alright then, sweetheart. Go ahead and get started with the car while I grab a few last-minute things from my room." He winks at you before disappearing down the hallway.

As you finish loading up the car, your dad comes out from his room with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He's shirtless now, revealing his furry chest and arms. A smirk plays on his lips as he eyes you up and down. "Everything ready to go, champ?"

His voice is deeper than usual; the anticipation getting to him. You nod, unsure of what to say or do in response to this new version of your dad. But before either of you can say anything else, he reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you close. The rough stubble on his cheeks scratches gently against your skin as he leans in closer still, breathing warm air into your ear. "Let's get this show on the road," he murmurs before spinning you around and practically throwing you over his shoulder in a playful carry, making his way to the car.

"Aww, come on now, champ," he says, his tone teasing as he carries you over to the car. "I can't help it if I get a little excited when my favorite girl is around." He winks at you and then carefully lowers you down onto the seat of the car before quickly climbing in beside you. His musky scent fills your nose, making you lightheaded with arousal as he fastens his seatbelt across his broad chest. "So," he begins, clearing his throat a little nervously, "you ready for some s'mores and father-daughter bonding time?"

Leon glances at you out of the corner of his eye as he starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway. There's a nervous energy buzzing through him that he can barely contain. He manages to keep up a steady stream of conversation about the scenery and plans for camp, but every now and then, his gaze would drift back to you, taking in your appearance. Your hair is pulled back into a messy bun, revealing the smooth skin of your neck; your cheeks are flushed from the ride and the sudden change in temperature. It takes all of his self-control not to reach over and brush a stray hair away from your face or trace his fingers down your arm.

As they near their destination, Leon pulls off the side of the road, setting up the tent while you unpack the car. When everything is ready, he pauses and turns to face you, heart thumping in his chest. He can feel himself getting harder by the second, his cock straining against his jeans. "Well," he says quietly, "do you think we can find some firewood before it gets too dark?"

A genuine smile spreads across your face as you look up at him. "Of course, daddy! I'll go help you look." As you follow him into the woods, the smell of pine needles and earth fill your nose, helping to ground you in the moment. Your gaze keeps wandering back to his muscular form, the way he moves with such confidence and ease. The thought of being alone with him like this...it sends shivers down your spine.

Eventually they find a good spot for a firepit, and with some effort, manage to gather enough wood to keep them warm through the night. As the last piece is added, Leon looks at you and sees the heat in his eyes mirrored back in yours. He takes a step closer, reaches out, and tenderly brushes a lock of hair from your forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart." His voice comes out thick with desire.

You swallow hard, feeling lightheaded from the anticipation. You don't know what he has planned for tonight, but you can't help but feel excited and just a little bit nervous at the same time. "You're welcome, daddy."

A low growl vibrates through his chest as he looks into your eyes. "No... I don't think so," he says, stepping even closer now. His hand moves to rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you toward him. "I think..." His voice trails off as he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

It's a tentative kiss at first, but quickly deepens as desire takes hold. Your mouth opens to his, his tongue darting out to taste you, exploring every corner. The contact sends shockwaves through your body, making you arch into him. His free hand finds its way up your shirt, massaging and squeezing at your breast, rolling the hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

A small cry escapes from your throat as pleasure rips through you; warmth spreads down to your core. His movements become more urgent, desperate. He breaks the kiss long enough to breathe heavily against your ear, "God... I need..." He trails off, pushing you back against a nearby tree roughly, his lips finding their way back to yours.

It's rough and demanding, taking your breath away with each powerful thrust of his tongue. Your head spins as he mauls your breast, fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises. You can feel the urgency building inside him; a thickness presses against your leg through his jeans, growing by the second. It's only when you hear him mutter "poppers" that you realize what's about to happen.

He pulls away momentarily and unscrews the cap on a small bottle. The sharp tang of amyl nitrate fills the air as he brings it up to his nose, inhales deeply. Almost instantly

his pupils dilate, his cock jerks against your leg as his arousal spikes even higher. With renewed vigor, he grabs you roughly by the hips and lifts you up onto a sturdy branch about chest height. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips as he looks at you hungrily, taking in every gasp and moan that escapes from your mouth. "God... you're so beautiful."

The rough bark digs into your skin as you hold onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He pushes aside your jeans and panties, revealing your wetness to the cool night air. With one hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside of you. The feel of his warm, thick length stretching you is almost too much, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

His hands grip tightly at your hips as he begins to move, using his weight to hold you steady against the tree. Each thrust pushes you deeper into the rough bark, grinding against your sensitive flesh. His other hand reaches up to cup your breast, massaging and pinching at your nipple until it's hard and aching. He leans down and takes a noisy gulp of air before growling out, "Fuck...I need..."

He pushes away from the tree, their bodies parting briefly as he reaches around to pull his pocket knife from its sheath. You tense up instinctively as he holds it aloft between you, the moonlight glinting off the sharp blade. His other hand moves to cup your neck possessively, fingers curling into your hair. "I need...some bondage," he whispers hoarsely, eyes locked on yours.

You swallow hard

almost instantly, his breathing evens out and his cock twitches against your leg. With a growl, he pushes you back down onto the makeshift bed of leaves, finally freeing himself from his jeans. His hard length springs forward, pointing at your entrance as if it knows exactly where it needs to go. "Say it," he pants hoarsely. "Tell me what you want."

His voice is thick with lust, rough and demanding. Your head spins as his weight presses down on you, trapping you beneath him. You glance up at him from under your eyelashes, feeling powerless to resist the force of his desire. "I-I want..." Your voice trembles with fear and arousal. "I want you." The words escape in a whisper as he slides his hard length inside of you, groaning deeply.

It's painful at first, stretching you further than you ever thought possible, but the pleasure that follows is unbearable. He starts thrusting roughly, each stroke driving him deeper and harder. His chest heaves as he fucks you, gripping your hips to keep himself steady. You arch your back, crying out his name over and over again, desperate for more.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he pounds into you, barely able to contain the primal need that's taken hold of him. With a sharp thrust, he comes, his hot seed filling you up, pressing against your cervix. For several long moments, he remains still, his weight pressing down on your chest as he tries to catch his breath. Finally, with a sigh, he rolls off of you, leaving you gasping for air beneath him.

A quiet hum fills the night air as