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Daddy's Girl Ch. 01

By: WFEATHER



I stood beside the bed, Ember's fists pulling at the bedspread and her legs tightly encircling my waist as I plunged deep into her body again and again and again. Each forceful thrust caused her smallish breasts to shimmy wonderfully atop her chest, the connecting chain and the tightly-affixed golden clamps being jostled sufficiently to cause her facial expression to display an equal mixture of pleasure and pain. Her short, hard, loud breaths signaled that she was close, so very close, to the release she desired, the release that would claim her senses in the same way that I was claiming her body, but the twin points of pain were performing well in delaying that release. 

That was exactly what I wanted, for while she was certainly receiving some level of pleasure, this experience was actually my baby girl's punishment. 

*****

I had long had an interest in BDSM, and had sometimes dominated several girlfriends, both in college and beyond. But those relationships eventually ended, twice because I was being relocated and the girlfriend at the time was unwilling to make the move with me. Fortunately, all those relationships had ended on a positive note, and I am still friends with all of them, although our contacts are very scant nowadays. 

Shortly after I had moved to the outskirts of this college town, I decided to do something I had not done in several years: visit a chat room. There had been three chat rooms I would frequent on occasion, so I returned to the one I had last remembered visiting, and, to my surprise, there were several people online who remembered me. 

As the evening wore on, I noticed the new people joining the discussions, and I quickly read their profiles. One of them had apparently done the same, for I soon received a private message from someone with the username "Ember:" 

Welcome to our little town. I see from your IP address that you use the same ISP I do. I also get the feeling from your profile and your demeanor that you are more of a "polite and nice" Dom, not a hardcore Dom. Perhaps we can chat? That is part of what I am looking for – online certainly, but perhaps also offline. 

I could not believe my eyes. I must have read that private message five times before I looked at her profile again. According to her profile, she was a college sophomore... and since there was only one college in the area, I knew exactly where she was studying. She claimed to look fifteen, with fantasies of being a "Daddy's girl." 

I thought about that for a moment before I even attempted to send a private reply to her. My sister had been a "Daddy's girl," which in her case simply meant that she much preferred to spend time with our father, fishing and working on the cars and watching football and boxing... all things I did not particularly do other than occasionally watching football. Yet, for this "Ember" to evoke that particular phrase in a BDSM-themed chat room intrigued me; certainly, she had to be using a different definition of the phrase. 

Let's chat. I must admit, you've piqued my interest. 

A moment later, a system message appeared on the screen: 

You have been granted temporary access to Ember's Bedroom. 

Ember left the main discussion, and a few moments later, I politely excused myself and did the same. Toggling between the house map (a house was the metaphor for the chat room program) and the command-line interface, I made my way to Ember's Bedroom, making a show of knocking at the door. 

Come in. 

I did. 

You didn't need to knock, I gave you temporary access. 

That may be true, but I don't believe in entering a young woman's private abode uninvited when I have never been there before. 

The next statement on my screen was exactly what I had hoped to see:

*Ember smiles*

The description of Ember's Bedroom read like an author's description of a teenage girl's bedroom. The carpet, walls, and ceiling were all an off-white color, but baby blue was clearly the dominant color of the bedroom. The closet door was open, displaying numerous frilly dresses and appropriate accessories. There were several posters on the walls and the closet door displaying members of boy bands and a few admittedly beautiful actresses and singers, and – which surprised me nicely – a few posters of young women holding each other intimately or kissing. 

Nice posters, especially the one with the two Asian babes kissing in the bubble bath. 

*Ember blushes*

Our discussion began in earnest. Ember asked a number of questions about me in general, and eventually turned the conversation toward my interests in BDSM, and asked for some details of how I had played with my former girlfriends. She certainly had an inquisitive mind, evident in the types of questions she was asking. But I definitely understood: If she wanted someone who might dominate her in reality, not just online, she needed to assure herself that I would truly be compatible with her wants and needs. 

Eventually, it was time for me to ask Ember about herself. She had grown up in Florida and come up north for college. She had never known her father, as he had died in a severe car accident; the news of his death had sent her mother into premature labor, which probably accounted for Ember's short height, which she listed as "an even five feet tall when wearing heels." She had always loved the attention older men gave her when she was a teenager, and eventually found herself emulating that lifestyle somewhat. Frilly dresses were her favorite clothes, although she did have other clothing that could reveal her sexual side, clothing reserved for the right person. 

When I finally asked about what "Daddy's girl" meant to her, she was clear. She wanted a lightly-dominant man who would view her more as a daughter than simply a sub or a slave. Ember had never had much discipline growing up, so she admitted that she would need to be punished on occasion, probably to make up for that "lack" from her younger days. Yet she also wanted to be able to express herself freely, to live out her fantasy in reality, something she was not truly able to do while living with a roommate in the college dorms. Most importantly, she wanted and needed to finally have a father figure in her life, one who was also willing to expand her meager knowledge of the BDSM realm. 

With a yawn, I realized that nearly two hours had passed, yet Ember intrigued me. We made a "date" to meet in Ember's Bedroom again a few nights later. 

Our online meetings were wonderful. We truly came to know each other, our likes and dislikes. I quickly became her "Daddy" and she assumed the role of my "baby girl." Being twelve years her senior, I theoretically could have been her biological Daddy, and perhaps that is why I truly did begin to see her not just as a young woman, but as a daughter of sorts. In some ways, she was the sister I never had, as my own sister had really been much more of a tomboy than a typical girl. 

To our online meetings, we soon added e-mails. Ember was particularly thrilled with a Hello Kitty e-card I sent her early one morning before heading off to work. I soon found myself using the Webmail feature to access my personal e-mail from the office, hoping to find even just a short note from Ember to help alleviate the stress of the workday. 

Actual letters soon followed, and her first letter included a picture of her. It had been taken at a campus Halloween party, and she was dressed as a cheerleader in the style of the local high school, pompoms in the air with her right leg in a high kick toward the camera, providing a very nice view of her white panty underneath the pleated red-and-black miniskirt. There was a particular joy in her face, as if this was one of those rare moments when she truly could be the girl of her fantasy, dressing as the fifteen-year-old girl who inhabited her soul. 

At last, we decided to meet. To my surprise, she suggested that we meet at my home, which I felt was rather unusual for a first face-to-face meeting. Instead, I suggested we meet at a favorite coffee shop near campus, and then retire to my place if we felt so inclined; fortunately, Ember agreed. 

I had just parked the car when I saw her in my peripheral vision, rounding the edge of the building. Ember indeed looked like she was only fifteen years old. The short cut of her hair, the "baby" quality of her face, the innocent sparkles in her eyes, the extremely scant makeup, her (lack of) height, and the nearly-hidden swells upon her chest all contributed to the fifteen-year-old image she felt compelled to portray. She wore a white blouse, the cups and straps of her bra just slightly visible even at this distance. Her baby blue miniskirt revealed a fair amount of leg for someone of her short stature. The simple small hoop earrings, the friendship bracelet, the white anklet socks, and the tennis shoes nicely completed her jailbait image. 

Seeing me as I stepped out of the car, Ember closed the distance between us rather quickly, knocking me backward into the driver's door as she hugged me. Her laughter of delight was infectious, which helped me to ignore the looks of disbelief we were certainly receiving from the passersby or the staff and the customers inside the coffee shop. 

As we enjoyed our drinks and shared an overpriced piece of chocolate cake, it became very clear that Ember and I were meant to be together. The time passed quickly, the conversation pausing only when we both happened to be eating or drinking at the same time. At least two complete sets of patrons came and went before we finally stood to leave. 

Standing outside, I gave Ember the decision: "Shall I drop you off on campus somewhere, or shall we go to my place?" 

Her answer was immediate and enthusiastic: "To your place, Daddy!" 

For the first time since we had met in person, she referred to me as "Daddy." I gazed into her eyes and the sparkles seemed to be even brighter. 

"My baby girl wants to go home?" 

"Yes, Daddy, please!" 

"Then let's go." 

The drive to my house was still full of chatter, but we both felt an electricity surrounding us. We were nearing my neighborhood when I suggested she reach underneath the passenger seat. I watched with one eye as she retrieved the plastic bag and pulled it out from between her legs. Looking inside, she practically shrieked with delight as she withdrew the stuffed Hello Kitty doll. 

"If I knew it wouldn't get us killed, I'd kiss you right now, Daddy!!!" 

I could only grin from ear to ear. 

Ember clutched Hello Kitty to her chest for the rest of the ride, continuing to hold the stuffed doll to her as I showed her around the house. Her eyes drank everything in with a sense of wonder. 

"An actual fireplace," she observed aloud when we returned to the living room. "I've always wanted to live in a house with a fireplace." 

"It's only useful in the winter," I admitted, "but I can still enjoy a fireplace any time of the year." 

She watched me inquisitively as I opened a drawer in the entertainment cabinet and pulled out a DVD. Turning on the DVD player and the TV, I inserted the disc and sat on the sofa. Without hesitation, she joined me, but surprised me a bit by sitting not beside me, but in my lap, at last setting Hello Kitty down beside us on the sofa. 

The sight and sounds of a roaring fireplace appeared on the large TV screen. "They make DVDs of fireplaces?" Ember asked with disbelief. 

"Sure," I replied, "but I simply happened upon it once in the bargain bin at a store I would frequent before I moved here. I don't think this is something the average person would actually seek to buy, but once I saw it, I knew that I should get it, that it was something unique. And now I use it whenever I feel the need to sit by the fire, but it's obviously too warm still to be using the fireplace itself." 

She leaned into my chest and rested her head upon my shoulder, her arms around my neck. I held her, Ember, my baby girl, watching her as she watched the flames on the screen. "Do you have any incense? Pine, perhaps?"  

"No," I replied, confused by the question. "Why do you ask?" 

"Well, if you had incense in scents typically associated with fireplace wood, it would make the experience even better. I know where to get incense fairly cheaply. I'll get some for you, Daddy." 

"Thank you. That's very sweet of you." 

We sat there for a long time, both of us watching the videotaped fireplace as I caressed her chastely and kissed her hair. Having the opportunity to spend some quiet time with Ember and finally physically hold her made her fantasy all the more real for me, and I realized that even though we had just met in person for the first time just hours earlier, I truly cared for her. It was too soon to tell if I was truly falling in love with her, but I certainly cared for her and wanted the best for her, almost as if she was truly my own flesh and blood, my own daughter, my own baby girl. 

"This feels so right, Daddy," she whispered into my neck. "I just knew that you were the one when I saw your profile online." 

"This feels right to me as well," I replied quietly. "I honestly didn't know I wanted my own baby girl until you and I started chatting that night. I just hope I can live up to your expectations." 

"You already have, Daddy," Ember assured me with a smile. "You already have." 

A long, comfortable silence passed, and soon I realized that my baby girl was asleep. Carefully, I stood and carried her upstairs to the guest bedroom, depositing her cautiously upon the large bed. I retrieved a thin blanket from the closet and covered her small frame, then stood in the doorway and watched her sleep. 

I was definitely enjoying having my own baby girl. Simply holding her and watching her sleep had already done wonders for my mind and for my heart. 

I was fixing stir-fry when I next saw her, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she meandered into the kitchen. Even with her somewhat-wrinkled clothes, she still looked quite beautiful in a jailbait kind of way. 

Our dinner conversation turned back to what we wanted and expected from our clearly-developing relationship. That discussion soon turned to BDSM, an area which Ember wanted to explore and which she wanted to be part of her discipline when punishment was deemed necessary. That particular branch of the discussion lasted several weeks before we were finally ready to experiment, and for the first time, my baby girl stood nude before me, her perfectly shaved legs and mons further adding credence to her self-image as an innocent young girl. 

From there, our relationship seemed to deepen and expand. Ember would spend more and more time with me, especially during weekends. I would occasionally take a day off specifically to spend time with her – we would go watch a film together, visit a museum, go to an amusement park, or even just shop together. 

As our relationship evolved, so did the punishments. At first, I would simply send Ember "to your room!" That soon gave way to standing in the corner with her nose to the wall. But soon I would pull her down across my thighs and spank her, an act which I had learned with a former girlfriend was quite a turn-on for me. In time, my hand was replaced with my belt, which Ember was required to remove first and hand to me, and then replace through my belt loops when the punishment had ended. The next level was for Ember to lift her ever-present skirt or dress and drop her panties, which gave me an additional thrill as I watched her fleshy rear transition from pale white to various shades of red. Even more creative punishments were devised from there. 

Over time, the guest bedroom truly became her domain, essentially Ember's Bedroom transported from the virtual world into the real world. And by the start of her senior year of college, Ember was truly living with me, taking full control of the guest bedroom. We usually slept in our separate bedrooms, but occasionally the fantasy would break down and we would touch each other intimately or engage in a bondage scenario or even make love well into the night. 

It was roughly the fourth week of the spring semester when Ember came to dinner with a sad expression upon her face. At her side, she held some papers in her hand, and sadly handed them to me without even looking me in the eyes. "You always wanted to know how I'm doing with my studies," she said quietly. "I just hope you're not too upset." 

This was quite a surprise to me. I motioned for her to sit at the table. She did not touch her food or her wine. Instead, she folded her hands in her lap, looking down at the spaghetti and garlic bread as if she was watching a favorite pet being put down. 

I finally looked at the papers. It was an exam. She had received a respectable grade, but she had clearly crossed out the red "B+" and replaced it with a blue "D-" instead. It took me a moment to realize that she wanted to be punished, and since I had not needed to punish her for anything in quite some time, this was Ember's way of essentially forcing my hand. 

I had to admit to myself that my baby girl was indeed creative. 

It took a moment for me to slip into the role of the angry parent. "Go to your room, now!" I demanded, pointing in the direction of the stairs. "And prepare yourself for the gold punishment!" 

She gasped audibly, looking up at me with wide, pleading eyes. Punishment at that point in our relationship was typically a lengthy session with a paddle, or perhaps with a bullwhip, and usually while she was mostly or even fully naked. Ember certainly knew what the gold punishment entailed, and clearly she had not expected me to invoke the gold punishment for this situation. That was fine by me: If my baby girl wanted to be creative in forcing me to punish her, then I would be just as creative in the punishment I applied. 

I ate only half-heartedly, and purposely did not touch the wine so that I was certain to be clear-headed. After putting away the leftovers and the dirty dishes, I finally mounted the stairs. 

The gold punishment ensured great pleasure for me, but pleasure-laced pain for Ember, and when I opened her bedroom door, I found her properly prepared: kneeling upon the soft carpet with her wrists crossed behind her lower back, her barely-developed chest outthrust with the gold nipple clamps already applied, her breaths slow and shallow and deliberate in an attempt to not jostle the connected toothed devices and cause additional jolts of pain to wrack her senses. My baby girl looked up at me with tears welling in her eyes, the initial application of the gold clamps clearly rather hurtful even though it had been done by her own hands. 

I closed the bedroom door loudly, the finality of the sound causing her to jump, the squeak spilling past her lips evidence of the resultant pain spiraling from her nipples outward due to that inadvertent action. I watched my baby girl watch me as I slowly undressed, already partially erect just from seeing her naked and vulnerable for me. 

Without needing to be commanded, Ember crawled slowly forward, knelt again before me, and made love to me with her mouth. This was our "incest;" this was something we both needed from time to time, and it was a part of the gold punishment that tortured her sensitive buds, causing the tears to finally tumble down her cheeks as her head moved back and forth upon me with increasing speed. 


Daddy's Girl Ch. 01



i.

I am a 39-year-old woman; I work full-time and raise three children. I am also my Daddy's babygirl, and every now and again, we have a day that reminds me of just that... and I am going to share the most recent with you now.

The first indication I had that today was going to be deliciously decadent was the sharp slap on my ass when Daddy woke up. Normally he will kiss and cuddle me, then fill me with his cum before he sets off to work. Not today...

This morning I woke abruptly when Daddy slapped my ass, hard. Still groggy from sleep, I scrambled to assume the position when he told me sharply to prepare to receive. On all fours, head and shoulders pressed to the bed, my ass was in the air and hanging just a bit over the edge of the bed. Daddy finds this position remarkably convenient and enjoys having my holes level with his cock and waiting. This morning was no exception, or so I thought.

I felt him against my asshole, the head of his cock pressing deeper in until the muscles yielded and the length of his shaft split me open. The discomfort turned almost instantly to pleasure at the feel of him buried deep within my most private place. He stroked once, twice, and then stopped as he sunk deeply in my ass as was possible. I wondered what he was waiting for; when without warning I felt hot liquid filling my bowels. We had talked about the idea before, but had never gone any further... apparently the time for talking had passed, because here he was, filling my bowels with his pee.

I could feel myself filling, stretching, and bloating as he kept pissing in my ass. I felt base and degraded, yet so unbelievably aroused, serving as his toilet. Eventually he drained himself, and pulled his cock from my ass. My sense of relief was short-lived as he immediately pressed the butt plug into place and slapped me again, telling me to stay in position until he returned. I heard him in the bathroom, washing his cock. The sensation was growing, and I could feel my body complaining, trying unsuccessfully to expel the fluid. Daddy stepped behind me again, rubbing against my exposed cunt and ass. He was slightly softer, but within moments, I felt his cock grow rock hard.

He sounded very pleased with himself as he described the pleasure it had given him to relieve himself in my ass, and how much more it was going to give him when he filled my cunt with his cum as well. By this point, I was equally aroused and uncomfortable. We had spoken of this type of play before, but had never experimented with it. Daddy assured me that today was going to be the day my curiosity was satisfied.

As his cock plowed into my soaking cunt, he described to me some of the things he had in store... his work day was light, and he only needed to go in to the office for an hour or two. Daddy said that like all good equipment, I needed to be properly maintained to be in my best condition. Today was going to be my maintenance day.

Daddy fucked me harder, deeper than I think he ever had... as my breathing grew ragged and my clit swelled, he hammered into me with a fury I relished. I felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to spasm as he shot spurt after spurt of sweet, hot cum deep into my cunt. He groaned as he collapsed against me, lying against my back for a minute while he gathered his strength again. 

He pulled his cock from my cunt, then took my training balls and slid them deep inside my quivering, oozing hole. Climbing on the bed in front of me, he held his fingers out for me to suck clean, then laid back and watched as I cleaned his cock as well. When I had sucked and licked the last of our combined fluids from his cock and balls, he slapped my ass again and warned me to stay in position while he showered and dressed for work. When he was finished, he would give me his instructions for the rest of the morning.

As I waited, used, ridden and filled with Daddy's fluids, my mind raced and my cunt twitched with anticipation for the rest of the day. I heard the shower shut off and the sounds of him dressing, and I knew this would be a day neither of us would soon forget...



Daddy's Girl Ch. 01



It was late Wednesday evening and 18-year-old Victoria was in her frilly, girly, pink and white bedroom preparing for bed. She was feeling quite naughty as she looked at the items lying on the foot stool that she was planning to dress up in tomorrow when daddy left to play his regularly scheduled golf game – items that she had "borrowed" from her mother's closet. From the time she was a toddler she had loved playing dress up in mummy's clothes and shoes, but lately she had begun to feel an almost overwhelming and somewhat confusing compulsion to shed her young girl clothes and dress in the luxurious, sophisticated clothing seeming to call to her from her mum's closet. She especially loved mum's high heels – the higher the better, and the unexpected discovery she had made of the incredible shoes hidden way in the back of her closet was a temptation she couldn't resist. She gasped when she first saw them, surprised that her very reserved mother even owned, let alone ever wore such wickedly sexy shoes. They were black leather with the tallest, skinniest heels she had ever, ever seen – at least 6 inches. The toes came to wicked points and they had very thin little ankle straps. She didn't understand and couldn't begin to explain the delicious feeling that washed over her body when she thought of wearing those shoes, of strutting around in front of her mirror in them, oooooohhhhhh she couldn't wait!!! Along with the shoes she had pilfered a glorious thin, black wool crepe pencil skirt; a red, Italian wool and cashmere cap sleeve, back zip sweater with corset-inspired stitching and boning at the nipped in waist to create an amazing figure hugging fit. Mmmm, she just knew she was going to love the look and feel of those sophisticated pieces on her teenage body.

Because her nubile young body more closely resembled that of her tall, curvy, voluptuous Auntie Vivienne, as opposed to the slimmer, petite figure of her mother, from about age 15 she had been able to fit into her mum's clothes and shoes. With her recent growth spurt mum's clothes might now even be too small for her – something she would excitedly be testing tomorrow. She was already 5'6" – all leg, as her father would often say – to her mother's 5'4" and her family told her that if she continued to take after Auntie Vivienne she could expect a last and final two to four inch growth. Victoria had initially been concerned about her height and weight, worried that she was far more curvy and developed than her schoolmates, until her adoring daddy told her that she was just perfect. That he was so pleased for her that she was developing the curvaceous, sexy body of a real woman – not the stick figures her girlfriends all wanted to emulate. Of course, daddy didn't use the word sexy when he cuddled her on his lap and dried her worried tears, but she knew that's what he meant. She so loved it when daddy sat her on his lap and tickled and teased and cuddled her, whispering silly little secrets in her ear. Of course she loved her mum, but she always was and always would be her daddy's girl. 

Lately though those times spent cuddled on daddy's lap had taken on a new twist. She had begun to feel the unaccustomed sensation she sometimes felt when she and her friends secretly watched their parents' "R" rated movies. 

-Even though she had recently celebrated her 18th birthday, she was a bit behind the kids her age as she had had to repeat one of her early grade school terms because of her family's frequent moves as her daddy climbed the ladder of success at his firm, going wherever he was most needed and learning everything he needed to be the high level manager that he now was. When they did finally settle for good in their current home, her overprotective mother decided Victoria should be home schooled, which further curtailed the normal socialization process. Leaving her, to her mind, much more naïve than her new high school friends – her mum finally capitulating and letting her have one year in "regular" school before heading to university. – 

She couldn't admit to anyone that sitting on daddy's lap now created the wetness and throbbing between her legs that she experienced when watching the movie characters kissing and touching and..... fucking....ooh, that made her feel naughty. She thought that maybe daddy was having some of the same issues, as there seemed to be a new stiffness to his body when she sat on his lap and he cuddled her, and he seemed ever more frequently to "accidentally" brush her in private places when he tickled her. He never got annoyed anymore when she squirmed on his lap and had begun to increase his tickling of her, which increased her squeals and squirms. There seemed to be a new quality to his voice when he whispered in her ear and the way he almost seemed to rub himself against her when he held her against him. For her part, while not fully understanding why, Victoria was thrilled with this and found herself coming up with excuse after excuse to plop herself on her daddy's hard lap. Of course, her mummy had told her recently that she was too old to be doing this anymore, so Victoria was thrilled that her mum's new job required her to do quite a bit of travelling, which would allow Victoria to indulge herself when mummy was away – as was the case this week.

Pushing these somewhat disturbing thoughts away, Victoria rose from the settee where she was currently sprawled to head down stairs to say goodnight to her dad. Glancing at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror across from her bed she thought briefly of pulling on shorts and a top as she was currently wearing her customary night outfit of tiny white cotton panties and matching spaghetti strap tank top; however, since it was such an unseasonably warm night and, after all, it was just her daddy, she decided she would go down just as she was.

Reaching the door to the family room, Victoria saw that her dad had had the same thought about the heat, as he was sitting on the comfy over-sized sofa in just a pair of boxer shorts. As he hadn't noticed her arrival yet, Victoria took a moment to admire her gorgeous 44 year old father. While many of her friends' dads seemed old and paunchy, her father kept himself in impressive shape. He had the hard sculpted muscles of a man half his age, with thick dark hair and piercing dark eyes, and as he was quite the sports fanatic, he spent oodles of time outside and his skin was a deep dark bronze. She knew why all her friends always wanted to hang out at her house....so they could ooh and ah over her adorable daddy. She had to admit that she did a bit of that herself in secret, and couldn't suppress a little sigh, which finally had her daddy looking over at her. He seemed momentarily stunned and a bit nonplussed to see her dressed, or more like it, undressed, to such an extent, but quickly recovered, smiled and said "hi, baby girl"....oh, God, why did hearing him say something that he'd said to her for years and years suddenly bring on the throbbing between her legs? 

"Hi, daddy" Victoria responded "just came to say goodnight....I'm going to go to bed now". 

"Ok, sweetie, well come over and give us a kiss before you head back up." 

"Ok, daddy" said Victoria in her sweet young voice.

Reaching the sofa where her daddy sat, Victoria found herself standing with her feet on either side of his. As she bent forward to give him a quick kiss, he reached up and found her most sensitive spot on her side, sending her into a fit of giggles, making her lose her balance and fall forward, straddling his lap and pressing her firm, generous up-titled teenage breasts against his chest. This caused her daddy to issue a deep low moan and had Victoria looking up with concern and saying "I'm sorry, did I hurt you, daddy?" 

Even though he had a quite pained look on his face, he smiled and said "no, baby, not at all." Relieved, Victoria leaned forward and gave him her customary quick smacking kiss then wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder for a quick cuddle. 

It occurred to Victoria that she had never sat in this position on her daddy's lap before and that it seemed to be causing the same reaction in him that it was causing in her. She felt her breathing quicken and the throbbing between her legs was becoming almost painful. Finally she understood her daddy's stiffness as there was no mistaking the feel of his thick hard penis pressing against her virgin mound as her long coltish legs straddled him. She realized that her daddy's breathing was also becoming quite labored and his hands were roaming all over the smooth flesh left bare by her scanty attire. 

Recklessly emboldened by the turn of events, Victoria began to almost imperceptibly rock herself against her daddy's sex, then leaned forward placing her pouty teenage lips right next to his ear and whispered, "Can I tell you a secret, daddy?" 

"Yes, baby" he whispered back. 

"I like the feeling of your penis against me, daddy." 

He moaned again and she felt the hard protuberance between her legs jerk and surge against her with these words. She felt the hand on her hip tighten then gasped as she felt him begin to wrap her long, thick, silky chestnut hair, done up in a fetching ponytail, around his fist before tugging her head back, making her look at him as he said "you're a naughty little girl, aren't you?" 

"I'm sorry, daddy" Victoria quickly replied. 

"It's ok, baby" he reassured "daddy likes naughty little girls....but if you're going to be naughty, you need to use the right words....when you tell a man you like the feel of him, you don't say 'penis', you say 'cock'" ignoring Victoria's shocked gasp he continued "and you don't say against 'me', you say against 'my pussy'" causing Victoria to gasp again at the nasty words. 

Victoria's whispered secret had obviously released something in her father, as he grasped her by the hips and began rubbing her overtly, deliciously against his big hard cock. Suddenly she felt one of his hands move around her back down to her ass, feeling one long strong finger poke lightly at her tiny hole before running up the crack of her ass saying "Come on, Victoria" he whispered, "be daddy's naughty little girl and say it again the way I've taught you." 

Almost overwhelmed with the new sensations shooting through her body from the unexpectedly exciting feeling of that finger against her ass and as the rubbing between her legs seemed to hit a spot she hadn't been aware of, causing her to shiver and moan, Victoria panted out "I LOVE the feeling of your cock against my pussy, daddy!" 

"OH, GOD!" he moaned "daddy's going to teach you to be the most perfectly naughty little girl! You want that, don't you baby, you want to be daddy's very own naughty girl?" 

"Yes, yes, yes" Victoria panted, unashamedly rubbing herself against her father's cock, reaching for something she wasn't sure of but desperate to find. 

Knowing that his baby girl had discovered her clit and would soon find release as she rubbed it against his cock, Victoria's father, still grasping her hips, stopped the furious rubbing, wanting just a little bit more naughtiness before she came and possibly became shy and embarrassed with him. Gauging her innate sensuality over the last weeks and months and the way that she had been responding to him, he knew that soon they would have the intimate relationship that he had been leading her towards with the seemingly innocent lap play, but he knew he needed to lead her there gradually, which was almost as big a turn on as the ultimate culmination would be.

Victoria felt herself being pushed away from her father's lap and felt a rush of disappointment when he said "stand up, Victoria". Understanding the sulky little pout to her luscious teenage lips he added "don't worry, baby, we're not quite done yet....daddy's going to be a little naughty now too." 

With that he reached his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and quickly pulled them down his legs, pulling one foot out and kicking them across the room with the other. This completely unexpected turn of events had Victoria gasping as her eyes took in the sight of the first real penis...oh, God, cock!....that she had ever seen. It was HUGE...it had to have been at least 9 inches and was amazingly thick and hard. As she stared at it, almost transfixed, it seemed to twitch and jerk of its own accord, and seemed, unbelievably to grow even larger. Seeing the expected fear come into her eyes, he whispered, "don't be afraid, Victoria, you know daddy would never hurt you...right?" 

"Yes, daddy," Victoria hesitantly replied. 

"We're just going to play a little bit more before I tuck you into bed...and nothing we do is going to hurt, ok, baby?" Thankful that his masturbation session earlier in the evening would help him keep that promise, he waited for her response. 

"Yes, daddy." 

"Good girl, Victoria....ok, one more thing....take off your top." 

"Daddy, I... I... don't think...." Victoria began to stutter before he sternly cut her off 

"Do it, Victoria, and take the band out of your hair!" noting that that seemed to excite her as much as when he had pulled her hair earlier. Oh, yes, just as he had hoped, his naughty little girl was going to be up to some of the rough play that he enjoyed!

Quickly, before nerves and embarrassment got the better of her, Victoria peeled off her tiny tank top and drew the band out of her hair, tossing her head so that her waist length, silken tresses flowed down her back as well as over one shoulder, partially covering one perfectly formed round, high pert teenage breast, a furiously aroused nipple peeking out between the strands. Not understanding that the sight of her perfect Lolita's body was close to pushing her furiously aroused father over the brink, causing him to break his promise and shove his huge hard twitching cock into that 18-year-old virgin pussy, Victoria gasped as she was once more pulled back onto her daddy's lap, this time only a thin cotton barrier between his hard cock and her soaking wet pussy. All the previous sensations returned as he began to rub his cock between her incredibly engorged pussy lips and against her throbbing clit through her little panties...groaning as her overflowing juices enveloped his rigid member. As she leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and began almost instinctively to rub her breasts and silky hair against his chest and equally aroused nipples, she felt him slip his hands down to her ass cheeks, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulling her cheeks apart as he continued to rub himself against her little nub. The feeling of her daddy's fingers insider her panties, one finger ever so lightly teasing her tiny puckered asshole, the nasty things he was whispering in her ear and the sensations created as their naked chests rubbed against each other was too much for young Victoria and brought her quickly to the brink of her first ever orgasm as she rode her gorgeous daddy's cock. 

Feeling the quakes begin he whispered in her ear, "That's it, baby girl....cum for daddy" 

"Oh, God, oh God, daddy...." 

"Yes, Victoria, yes naughty girl, cum all over daddy's big hard cock.....cover daddy with your pussy juices, baby girl" and with that, Victoria's back arched back as she screamed out her release before collapsing on her daddy's chest.

Moments later Victoria felt her daddy begin to stand and instinctively wrapped her long, teenage legs around his waist as he began to carry her up to bed, not realizing when they reached her room and her bed, it was all he could do to keep from tearing off her little panties and taking her as he was all but shaking with the need to do. There was one thing that he wouldn't deny himself though, and laying her on the crisp cotton sheets, the covers already having been turned down, he said "Victoria, pull the covers over yourself then take off your panties and hand them to me." No sense in taking the chance of tempting himself beyond reason with the sight of that sweet young little pussy, lips no doubt thick and full from her recent orgasm. When Victoria complied, he decided at this point there was no reason for reticence, and wrapped the soaked little panties around his massive hard on....he may not be cumming inside her tonight, but he would certainly cum inside her panties...and this time a pair that were soaked with her juices. Continuing to stroke himself with her little panties, he leaned over, kissed her lightly on the lips, winked and whispered...."good night, naughty girl" and prepared to head down the hall to finish himself off in the comfort of his bed, titillating himself with the anticipation of the nights to come when she would be playing in that bed with him. 

Turning towards the door his gaze fell across the clothing that Victoria had laid across her footstool. Pieces that his wife used to wear for him, knowing how easily seduced he was by a sexy 50's-style dressed vixen...and the shoes.....Oh, God, he hadn't seen those in ages as his wife had lost interest for some time now in seducing her husband...wonder of wonders that his thoughts had turned to his teenage daughter! Understanding dawned as he recalled Victoria's penchant for playing dress up, and the thought of his gorgeous teenage sex kitten dressed in his ultimate fetish fantasy clothes had him jerking furiously on his big thick cock, no longer able to hold back, cumming furiously, thick white hot streams shooting out to cover his chest and belly as he anticipated the naughty, kinky pleasures tomorrow would bring.........



Daddy's Girl Ch. 01



Steven was sitting alone in the hallway of the Waite Funeral Home on Mitchelli Street. His family and friends were waiting on him inside the chapel down the hall to the left. He couldn't breathe. He just wanted to leave, run away, hide. Emily was the strong one, and she was gone now. 

He thinks back again to the clumsy brunette with perky titties, tight jeans, & a toddler he meet in business college 16 years before. He was an accounting major, and she was going for business management. He knew she'd go far on her looks alone, but boy, the brain on her. She should have been at M.I.T., but she fell in love with some jock in high school that left her pregnant and alone... She struggled so hard for so long.

Once they married, Steven made sure Emily and Madeline would remain financially secure. With Emily's style and social grace, they had investments all around the country. They spoiled her daughter, Madeline, with all their love and often took her with them on trips. As the years passed, Emily became sick, and the number of trips dwindled. During the last year, Madeline would shut herself off from everyone for long periods of depression. 

One morning, during one of Madeline's spells, Steven awoke to Madeline in their bed as though she were 6 again and had a bad nightmare. Right between him and Emily. He was more than embarrassed when he realized that the warm, soft body nuzzled up against him was his 18 year old step-daughter, not her mother. He gently lifted his body to remove his arm, she wiggled her bottom closer against him, causing his morning wood to enrage to life. He tucked his head to groan in his arm, inhaled, and took in her scent. He bounced out of bed and ran to the shower. When he arrived in the kitchen 30 minutes later dressed and shaved, he had intentions on addressing Madeline's intrusion. Instead, his coffee was made and Madeline was nowhere to be seen.

Steven's thoughts came back to the present. He wiped his eyes as he heard feminine footsteps come from down the hallway. His breath caught and choked him as Madeline stepped into his view. She looked every bit like her mother. He couldn't help but notice the dress she was wearing was Emily's favorite black silk and lace dress he purchased at a Fashion Week in New York right before she fell ill. It fit Madeline's shape exquisitely. She sat in his lap, and took his face in her hands. Lifting his head, she looked into his eyes. He wanted to cry. It wasn't fair!

"You don't have to go in, you know. They will understand." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his head to her large bosom, swaying him back and forth, just like Emily did with them when they became upset.

Not sure where to set his hands, he grabs her by her arm, and pulls her off his lap. He stands abruptly, regaining his composure. Clearing his throat, he motions for her to proceed down the hall to the chapel. 

"I just needed a moment to clear my head", he said, straightening his coat and tie.

Madeline followed Steven to the front pew and sat between him and her Aunt Gracie. She crossed her legs and felt the clips of her garters dig into her thighs. Taking her step-father's arm, she leaned into him, nuzzled, and sighed. She missed her mom. Emily had been sick for so long, it seamed. Just as Madeline's high school years started, right when she needed her the most, mom got sick. It wasn't fair. At first, Madeline thought it was all the hours that her mom spent working, but when Steven forced her mom to retire for health reasons, things didn't get better. Hell, it got worse. All the vacation trips turned to doctor trips that Madeline wasn't allowed to go on. She felt closed off, and would escape into bouts of depression, locking herself away for long periods.

The whole time, Steven stayed by mom's side. He never left her. Madeline loved her step-father. She never knew her real father, and Steven always made it a point to let Madeline know that she was his little girl, no matter what. She started calling him daddy when she was 6. Her sixth birthday, exactly. She asked for a pony that year, as every little girl does. He rode her around on his back, galloping around and laughing. After a few minutes he said he was out of breath and set her down. He told her Whispers was gonna have to ride her around from that point on. She jumped in his arms, and said "I love you, Daddy! Thank you!"

Madeline wiped a tear away quietly. Steven leaned over, kissed her forehead, tightened his arm reassuringly, and patted her thigh. She knows he felt her garters through the dress, he had to. His hand hovered, and moved back to his leg, which was now shaking.

Steven was relieved as the Preacher asked everyone to stand for the final hymn, Amazing Grace. Every one quietly milled out of the quaint chapel and made their way to their cars for the cemetery burial. Madeline was waiting for Steven in the limo. Steven climbed into the back. He was greeted by a sullen, and now slightly buzzed Madeline. She must have smoked a joint before she got in, because it didn't smell like it in the limo. She looked across the space at him, he at her. She broke the stare, but licked her soft pink lips. The tip of her tongue rolling teasingly across her mouth. He could feel her body screaming at him. NO! It's not right! She's my little princess! For Christ's sake, I'm burying her mother today! God forgive me. He buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily.

One of his golf buddies, Warren, teaches at her all-girl private school and told him stories about two of her friends. How Adele, the redhead, likes to tease every male teacher with her sultry hot looks and fiery comments, and that Brianna, her Laos friend, likes to give great head in the lounge to off-duty male faculty, and even has been known to seduce a female member or two. Oh how he wishes he could get those stories out of his head.

When any of the girls would come over for sleepovers, Steven would put in late hours at the firm. He could remember seeing Adele's sweet, creamy mounds swelling up and popping out from her too-small halter top and her firm, round butt that screamed to be marked, peeking from the thighs of her super-short sleep shorts. Madeline wasn't covered any more than Adele, that night. She wore a sports bra and boy shorts, not that it helped tame her wild curves any. It was torture to walk through the den and see the girls snuggle together. All that hot, young, feminine flesh wrapped around each other like they had made out all night and fell asleep together. It was enough to drive him into a cold shower and forget his accounts for the night.

This wasn't a sleepover, and he was trapped all alone with Madeline in the limo. Her head rolled back and she sighed. "Damnit, Daddy, I'm ready for all this show to be over with. How much more do we have to deal with? I'm ready to go home and just disappear into my bed." She slides down the seat, and kicks off her high heels.

"Where are your friends?" Steven asks. "I thought they'd be here for you, to share in your grief." Both Adele and Brianna opted for out-of-State universities. Madeline chose to stay closer to home for the time being.

"They're flights were delayed due to weather. They'll be in later today. They're supposed to be meeting us at the cemetery and will ride with us to the reception." 

Steven nodded. He kept silent the remainder of the evening. He stood by Madeline through the sermon, tossed his rose on Emily's grave, said good-bye and walked back to the waiting limo. Once home, he changed for the reception. It was nicely put together by some of Emily's closer business associates. After speaking with several people, and hearing all the sympathies and well wishes he could handle, he grabbed a bottle of wine, and a glass and made his way through Emily's garden to one of the greenhouses that was really a gazebo in disguise. Sort of a secret hide-a-way for her to go to once she was retired. As Steven approached, he noticed the greenhouse was opened, and the lights were on. He toed the door open and coughed. Waving away the smoke, he walked in. 

"Oh, sorry, Daddy!" Madeline jumped. "Do you want me to put it out?"

She too had changed for the reception. She wore a small dark grey silk halter that boasted her DD rack proudly, and cut just below appropriate. Her black silk skirt flowed just right over her thick, fertile hips. It barely covered her plush, round ass. Madeline certainly had all of Emily's curves, but she definitely wore them much better than her mother.

"No, don't worry about it. I'm ok for now." He offered her the glass with wine. She took it as he plopped onto the sofa across from her and took his swig from the bottle. Her eyes were wide open and glued on him. She never lost eye contact. Removing the bottle from his lips, he motioned to her for the joint.

She grinned, stood up, and walked it over to him. Turning, she sits in his lap for the second time that day. This time, he wraps an arm around her waist and hits the joint. He chokes, and she laughs. He settled down, leaned back, and hit it again. Madeline pulled her feet up to his knees as she slid down all the way into his lap, wiggling her bottom for comfort.

Fuck! He could feel himself getting hard. She giggled and took the joint from him, taking a nice long hit. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her close. Madeline leans up to kiss him. Steven turns his head to avoid her lips from colliding with his. Too late. She turns, straddling him, deepening the kiss. Steven can't stop her, even if he is double her size. He didn't want to. He grabs her ass tight, pulling her into his rock hard cock. He can feel her nipples on his chest through her silk top. So tender, so firm. Pushed up against him, they feel so good. She begins to undo his shirt buttons one at a time, kissing on his chest, neck, and back to his lips. His breath was heavy. He unwraps her silk top from her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. She pulls his shirt out from his jeans and removes her silk wrap of a skirt. Her G-strings were tied at each hip. He tugs on the strings and one pops off. "Opps" Steven said with a smile as they fell softly amid the forming pile on the floor. Finally, Madeline reaches down, releasing his throbbing member from his jeans. He lifts his hips to help her pull them down and off.

She lowers herself down onto it. He can feel the heat from her wet pussy on the head of his throbbing cock. He looks into her eyes, "I can't" he says, looking down.

"I want you to, Daddy, only you, always." She whispered in his ear.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, she kisses him passionately as she tries to take all of his massive cock in her at once. She had to pull up to keep her tight little pussy lips from folding in, but she was wet enough that her second time down she could fit all of it in. Her eyes widened as their kiss muffled her scream. He held her down on it for what seemed like eternity! When she felt the pain was going to crush her, he began to slowly move her up and down. 

She didn't know what to think. Everything in her exploded all at once. All she could do was feel. Her daddy was deep in her hotbox! He was filling her with all his cock, and it felt so fucking good! His hands were everywhere! He smacked her ass with his right hand, grabbed a fistful of her breast with his left and squeezed both zealously! When she bucked her hips from the pain, he ground his cock deeper into her, making her whimper in pain. Steven alternated between Madeline's breast. He shoved her nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it roughly, catching it between his teeth, making sure to give each one equal attention, slapping, pinching, squeezing, nibbling, and sucking. Madeline caught a rhythm and rode his cock. She felt his cock grow and stretch her tight virgin pussy til she thought she would tear in two. Her body began to tremble. She thrust against him harder, meeting him pound for pound. She felt his head slam into her walls with every bounce. She could feel all the veins, every throb, every twitch. He was huge, and she was no longer a virgin. Her first time was with her daddy. She loved it!

Madeline could feel Steven swelling bigger with every thrust. She knew he couldn't last that long in her tight little pussy. It had been so long since him and Mom had sex. Steven grabbed her breast in his mouth a bit down again. Madeline screamed with delight. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy, that's it!" He squeezed the other with his massive paw, milking her marble sized nipples. "Fuck! Oh, yes!" This caused her to tighten down on his engorged cock. "Fuuuuck meeeeee, Daaaaaddy!" 

He liked that response. Steven stood up with Madeline still on his dick, walked over to the island bar and set her backside down. With more leverage, he began to pound her tight, hot pussy with everything he had. Madeline arched her back, allowing him more access to her. 

"Harder Daddy! I want more! Fill my little pussy up, Daddy!" Madeline couldn't get enough of her daddy's cock. 

He lifted her leg, giving it a new sensation with the new angle. Her bottom squirmed. He came down on it with a vicious smack. Her cunt locked down on his cock and began pulsating with orgasmic convulsions. He rubbed her ass as he slowed his pace with her, riding her waves with her. When she subsided, he flipped her over, and bent her over the island. Bringing his arm around her, Steven rested his hand on his daughter's throat. Catching his breath, he rubbed his cock across her asshole. As she protested, he tightened his grip around her throat. He leaned and whispered in her ear "If you're gonna give me your virginity, I should get it all, right? What do you say? I can make it feel real good for you, Baby." 

Madeline let out a sob, and nodded her head. She wanted this, so bad. Steven didn't need lube, her dripping wet pussy was enough to let anything slide right in her tightest virgin hole. Steven bent Madeline even further over the island and knelt down behind her. He let the flat part of his thumb play with her asshole as he licked around her dripping wet pussy from clit to asshole, teasing her pussy lips with his mouth, he teased her clit with his other hand. "AHHHHH!!! Yes, Daddy, yes, right there, Daddy. Ohhhhhh!!" She was racked with orgasms again. He worked his whole thumb up her ass, she pushed against him, moaning. "Mmmmhmmmm Daddy, yeah. That's it, play with my asshole! 

He stood up, slowly pulled his thumb out her asshole and replaced it with the head of his cock. Making sure it was well lubed with her cum, leaned over her and asked her "Are you ready for more of Daddy's cock?"

She couldn't breathe, but shook her head yes. 

He grabbed her by her hair and plowed his thick prick balls deep into her ass. "OH FUUUUCK! YES, DAAAADDDDY, YES!! Fuck my ass Daddy!" Steven couldn't believe he was this deep in his daughter's ass and she was begging for it! He had never been this hard. Madeline started to move on his cock, causing him to stuff his cock as deep as he possibly could. With his other hand, he cupped her breast and began to pound away in his daughter's sweet, round bottom. 

"That's it, rock Daddy's cock. Let me fuck that sweet ass, baby." Steven sucked on Madeline's neck. Letting go of her hair, he grabbed a breast in each hand, pinched her nipples in between his fingers, and used them to hold Madeline to him as he slowed his pace to avoid cumming in her so soon. 

Finally, her void was filled! It took her step-father's cock in ass for her to see that she never wanted anything else, just this. Madeline turned to kiss him. Steven slowly pulled out from her ass and put it back in her throbbing and swollen pussy.

"Ahhhh.... Daddy, I want more!"

"Let me fuck this tight little cunt some more, Baby. Then I'll let you suck on it for Daddy."

"Yes, sir."

"That's a good little girl. Take all of Daddy's cock" Steven started to slowly fuck his daughter's tight hole. He could feel all her muscles tighten around his swollen dick. She wrapped herself around him completely, locking her ankles around his waist and grinding with him.

"Mmmhmmm..... Daddy, that feels so good". She liked it slow. Her pussy lips were turning red & swollen from being fucked so hard. 

He just loved looking at her. She reminded him of a feistier Emily. He brought himself almost to the brink of cumming again and stopped. They walked back to the lazy boy and Steven sat down to watch his beautiful daughter suck his swollen cock. 

Since Daddy made her cum already, it was time to for a little payback. Madeline liked teasing her Daddy's prick. It was huge! He was at least 9 inches long, and as thick as her wrist. She often wondered what her mom saw in this dork, Steven. This was a whole new side to him. She could see why her mom put up with him working late so often. This man worked hard for all they had, and she was going to thank him, one drop of cum at a time. With that thought, she went to work on his cock, slowly circling her tongue around the head, letting spit dribble down the shaft, chase it, lick it back up, and around the head again. She was having fun!

"Mmmmhmmmm. That's it, suck Daddy's cock. Get my cock good and hard, so I can fuck your tight little cunt some more. I'm gonna split that tight little pussy of yours in half." Steven said petting Madeline's head.

This made Madeline hot, she came up and kissed Steven fully, shoving her tongue down his throat. He responded perfectly by lifting her up in his arms, placing her on his cock, and shoving himself as far as he could into her. She bucked hard against his thrusts, keeping pace with him. 

"Oh fuck, Daddy, you feel sooo fucking good! I love the way you fuck me Daddy!"

"Oh, God, yes, Madeline! I'm gonna cum!" The Lazy-Boy was just the right height. He had leverage to meet her thrust for thrust.

"Yes, Daddy, fill me with your hot jizz!" As she came down on his cock, he stuffed his engorged member deeper into his daughter. She felt him twitch, his cock felt like it was going to rip her in half. "That's it Daddy, cum for me! Fill me up, Daddy! I want to feel all of your hot cum in me! Oh, YES!!" Her body tingled from top to bottom as she felt him burst inside her. She kissed him, and rode out the orgasm slowly. "I love you, Daddy." She said as she laid her head on his sweaty chest while they both caught their breath.

He laughed. "I love you, too Madeline."

Madeline sat up, cocked her head and asked, "Daddy, do you think we could do this again? Maybe next time Adele or Brianna could join us? Please?"

Steven sighed. "Anything you want, Princess. Anything you want." Madeline slid off his cock still slick with their cum. "I love you, Madeline." He says peering deeply into her abysmal brown eyes.

"I love you, too, Daddy." She felt the change in his meaning and smiled as she stood and stretched. This was going to be the beginning of a beautiful Daddy/ Daughter relationship she thought. With one last passionate kiss, she sauntered off to clean up the cum that was now oozing down her leg.



Daddy's Girl Ch. 01



This is my first story. I really hope you enjoy, and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. 

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I wake up screaming in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. I'm flailing my arms and legs, trying to ward off whatever it is that frightened me. My heel hits skin, and that is when I realize that I am not alone. 

"Fuck, Alice!" a voice says as a hand switches on the lamp on the end table. 

I scream and leap from my bed, covering myself with a blanket. I'm wearing a pair of skull-patterned boy shorts and an Annihilator T-Shirt with black and red thigh-high stripey socks, but, that doesn't stop me from being self-conscious. 

"What's wrong?" 

I blink several times before adjusting to the vision of my master laying there in my bed under my red satin sheets. His hair is sticking up on all sides of his head, making him look like he'd been electrocuted. Inside, I'm laughing a bit, because it's so strange to see him like that. 

"Answer me, Alice." His voice is commanding and I'm broken out of my reverie. 

"Uhmm...." I begin, my voice cracking from having screamed. "I, uh, had a nightmare, Sir."

"Aww, poor you. Come here."

I slowly crawl back into bed and into his arms, looking up at him. 

"Want to tell Daddy what it was about?" He strokes my hair and scratches behind my ear, making me purr like a cat. 

"I don't remember much of it, except that I watched a friend get hurt. And, that my ex boyfriend tried to hurt me, too." My face grows pale, and he kisses my forehead, soothing me.

"It's okay, babe. It was just a dream." 

"I'm also surprised to see you here, Sir. You sorta scared me a bit, you being here without telling me beforehand that you were coming over." 

"That's the point, though, babe. I wanted you to be surprised." 

I smile and lay back down. I reach to the end table on my side of the bed and grab my Nightmare Before Christmas Scary Teddy plushie and hug it to me. Sir sees this and chuckles. 

"What?" I ask him, a little pout on my face. 

"Nothing, you just look so cute. All shaken from a nightmare and holding a plushie."

"Well, excuse me if I still get freaked out by nightmares at 18 years old. And, hey, I still like stuffed animals and plush dolls! What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing." He moves closer to me and pulls me close, pressing his body against mine. His hard cock presses against my leg through his underwear. Oh, wow. I put Scary Teddy back on my end table, and I try to maneuver my hand around to move it into my panties. Just thinking about him being turned on turns me on. I successfully manage to get my hand into my pants and begin rubbing myself. I slowly finger my swollen clit, making little wet circles with my index and middle finger. Sir moves his arm from around me and lays there, looking on as I play with myself. I look over to him, and he continues to lay there, looking. I slowly start to move my hand out of my pants.

"Oh, no, it's okay. You can continue." 

I move my hand back in and rub my clit again, faster this time, arching my back and moaning. 

"That's it, I love watching you play with yourself, you dirty girl."

"Mmm!" I moan out as I continue to finger myself, touching myself the way he taught me: slow, wet circles on my clit and over my lips. I let my head roll to the side as I arch my back and begin to move my hips in synch with the movement of my fingers. 

"That's a good Kitten," Master coos, watching me intently. "My good girl." 

"Master..." I moan, "Please...."

"Please, what, dirty girl?" he asks, pulling back the covers from around him kneeling up on my bed. 

"Please... Eat me out.... Play with me, Sir, please."

In the next second, my shirt is being lifted up to expose my breasts and my hand is being removed from inside my panties. I'm being dragged downward just a little more and my panties are being yanked off. 

"You know what? Take the shirt completely off, babe," he says, and I do as I'm told.

"There, that's better. God, you look so fucking hot. Run your hands up and down your body like I taught you." 

I do as I'm told, running the backs of my fingers and my fingertips along my ribs and down the length of my torso and over my breasts. I play with my nipples and bite my lip. Then, I stop.

"I like it better when you do it, Sir. Please?"

"Oh, alright, since you've asked so nicely and you're always so obedient."

He runs his hands over my body in the same way, only he slaps my tits a little, making me moan out. He teases me by running his hands between my thighs, in the spaces between where my thighs meet my sex. He continues to tease, and I continue to gasp and pant, my breathing ragged as I'm begging with my body. He rubs his thumb along the lips of my sex and I moan out. He slowly moves down in between my legs and sucks my clit into his mouth.

"Ahhh!!!" I cry out, groaning as I arch my back. He grinds my clit in between his teeth and I continue to groan. 

"You like that, my little fuckdoll?" he asks as he stops briefly and slides his fingers inside me, working them in and out, penetrating me deep. 

"UGH!! YES, SIR!!" I groan out. "UGH!" 

He moves to suck, lick, and bite on my clit again, groaning and slurping and sucking relentlessly. He looks up at me and I look down at him. Our eyes meet and then I throw my head back, arching my back and letting out a loud moan. I move my hand into his hair, bucking my hips in synch with his fingering and sucking. I groan out loudly, feeling myself tighten around the sensations. 

"You're about to come, aren't you, my pet?" he snarls, continuing to finger me deeper and faster and harder. 

"YES! AHHH!! UUUUUGGGGGGHHH!!!"

"Come for me, you dirty girl!!!!" He moves his mouth back to my sex. 

"UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!" I groan out as I come gushing onto his fingers and into his mouth. He laps it up, then moves up to kiss me, pinning his body against mine and spilling some of my honey into my mouth as we kiss. I whimper into his mouth as I come down from the sexual high, only to feel him removing his underwear and sliding his thick, hard, throbbing cock into my still quivering cunt. 

"MMMM!!!" I moan against his lips as I feel him go in all the way, hitting that little spot inside of me. I wrap my stockinged legs around him and hold him to me with my legs as he holds my hands above my head. He begins to move inside me, pushing and thrusting, and I work myself against him, following his delicious rhythm. He moves his mouth to my neck and sucks, licks, and bites, leaving little marks on my neck. He lets go of my hands and allows me to place them on his back as he continues to bite my neck and thrust in and out of me. 

"UUUUGGGGHHH!!! OOOHHHHH!!! YES!!!" I groan out. 

"Yeah, baby? You like that, you naughty girl?" 

"MMMM!!! YES, DADDY, YES!!!" 

He continues to thrust and we both continue to moan and groan in time with one another. He works faster and harder and I tighten around him.

"OH, Alice, I'm gonna come!! OH, FUCK, I'M COMING!! I'M COMING!!" 

"I AM TOO, DADDY!!! UGGGGHHHH!!!"

"OH FUCK!!!!"

We both scream and come at the same time, my honey mixing with his cream, oozing out of my tight pink and all over his cock and balls and dribbling onto my satin sheets. 

He kisses me before pulling out and making me suck off the mixture of sweet and sticky juices off of his cock.

"Such a good, sweet kitten." He pets my head as I suck and slurp off the come, purring as he scratches behing my ear. I lick off the last little bit and give the head of his cock a sweet little kiss. 

I look down at the spot where our mixed release dribbled onto my sheets. 

"That's going to be a bitch to get out," I say. "Hmmph, oh well." 

I crawl back under the covers and Master hands me my Scary Teddy plushie before crawling back into bed with me and cuddling me.

"Sleep now, Alice. Tomorrow, I'm taking you someplace special, and you'll need to be well rested."

"Okay, Daddy," I say yawning. I want to know where he's taking me, but I supress my urge to finagle it out of him and ruin the surprise. I'm too tired now anyway. I just snuggle into his arms and fall asleep with my master.



Daddy's Girl Ch. 01



I knock at the door to your house, standing out front with my legs shaking. A million things go through my mind, "I'm a good girl, what would people think?" "Maybe he won't answer the door." "Could he be a serial killer?" "What if I don't like it?" Finally after hours, OK moments, the big heavy wooden door opens. In the doorway stands the man I've fantasized about for weeks, tall, strong, intimidating. Something about you draws me in. You can give me what I need. What I crave.

I'm frozen to the spot, you grab my arm and pull me in. "Hello, Sub, I've been waiting for you." I look into your eyes, still unable to speak, the rest of the world melts away. I know that this is the last time I'll be able to look into your eyes without permission, so I look carefully. In them I see myself, writhing in bed, tied down, being abused. I shudder. You know all my secrets, my desires, my fears. Since we met online you've drilled me, seeing my potential as a submissive, readying me for this moment. "Strip," you command simply.

I remove my clothes, revealing a body curved in all the right places. My swinging DD tits, wide womanly hips, and soft stomach show no signs of abuse, only creamy flesh crying out to be marked. You watch as I quickly reveal myself to you. "The photographs you sent barely did you justice, Sub." You say as you trace my nipple and puffy aureola. "I think these would look lovely pierced, don't you?" You twist my nipple, just hard enough to make me cry out. "Ahh, there it is. I was beginning to think you had lost your voice, pet." "God knows you're not shy dear, you told a mere stranger all those nasty things you wish me to do to you after all."

"I think you should crawl, sub, down on all fours." You lead me farther into your house, and upstairs. I crawl behind you, my nakedness in contrast to your fully dressed state. Right down to your tie and shoes. I crawl up two flights of stairs, and into your attic. Your special room. You unlock it and lead me in. My eyes widen at the array of intimidating tools lining the walls. I know from our conversations that the room is fully soundproof. You lead me to a tall bed, so tall that there are steps to climb. I look up to realize that it's lifted to be waist level for you. You pat the space in the middle, standing at the foot of the bed and I climb the steps. "On your back, pet." I lay there, in the middle while you watch me. Cat and mouse. The anticipation is torture.

I watch while you place the restraints on the four corners, "For later." I try to calm my breathing but it's difficult. Finally you pull me by my legs, down to the edge of the bed. Pushing my feet up onto the edge, you nudge my knees apart. I lay there, fully open and vulnerable and as I watch your hand falls onto my mound. Hard. The sting isn't as bad as the surprise. The anticipation of this moment has been excruciating, and the slap is almost a relief. You proceed to spank my hairless cunt and thighs to a lovely shade of red. I can feel the warmth of it spreading throughout my pussy. My cunt hole is drooling with anticipation. You walk away, coming back with a flogger. You trace my tits, stomach and thighs with it, finally pulling back to bring it down onto my cunt. I moan and twist on the bed, crying out. Several strokes to my tender parts, and you drop the tool. You push my knees farther open and I feel you pull apart my lips roughly. You look intensely at my wet, creamy love hole and then at me. You smile slightly, "good girl."

The warmth of that small statement washes over me. I close my eyes and savor it. I want to be your good girl. I'm so caught up in my own thoughts that I don't even hear you remove your clothes. Suddenly your cock, hard and hot, is at my entrance. "Look into my eyes Sub," you say. "Look into Daddy's eyes the first time he takes his little girl." Our eyes meet and in one hard thrust you fill me. I cry out and shudder, feeling totally possessed by you. Finally I've found my Daddy and he will take good care of me.

More to come....

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Daddy's Girl Ch. 01



All parties involved are 18 or older.





It was a cool summer night, the kind you love to have when the days are so stunningly hot, the cool breeze blew the curtains in the window across my heated flesh. I heard my bedroom door creak open then close again. The curtains fluttered again as I felt a dip in the bed, his hand grazed my leg as I turned to admire him. His chiseled features captured my gaze, the cold steel color of his eyes, the sharp contour of his jaw, the short almost black hair that barely covered his neck. Then his shoulders and chest, a perfect build with a bronze tan. I had watched many women blatantly call for his attention. Just then he turns to look at me, his eyes relaxing into a loving gaze.

"What's on your mind Princess?" He says, knowing my mind has wandered.

"I'm just enjoying the cool air Daddy," I reply, unsure of how he'd react if he knew where my thoughts had wandered.

Daddy chuckled, "It does feel wonderful." His laugh rolls over my skin making me smile. "How about we play a game?" He smiles as I nod. "Good, I've got the perfect one," he says as he reaches in his pocket. I watch as he pulls a few small ropes out, I know this game. I've always been a wiz at untying knots, and for a long time Daddy has been tying my hands behind me trying to find one that I cannot escape from. Daddy winks, "I think I've finally gotten it figured out, the one you won't get loose."

"Challenge accepted!" I roll onto my stomach and place my hands behind my back. My t-shirt twists above my waist, revealing innocent white cotton panties. I feel Daddy's hands begin to wrap my wrists, his fingers lightly touching my skin in sharp contrast to the rough rope. The knot tightens and I feel his fingers linger, lightly tracing my wrists. My body reacts to his touch and I tremble.

Daddy moves his fingers and slips an arm around me, turning me to lay on my bound hands. "Try getting out of that one, Princess," he whispers close to my ear. His voice is deeper than normal. I start to work at the knot, moving my arms higher behind me. My t-shirt slips higher, revealing my soft flat stomach. I watch Daddy's gaze move accross my flesh as the warmth inside of me grows. My nipples pucker beneath my shirt, begging for attention. I twist my wrist again, the roughness of the rope sends sparks through my already sensitive body, unwillingly a small moan escapes my lips. Daddy's gaze quickly returns to meet mine, "You can't escape?"

"Not yet, Daddy," I say breathlessly. 

He leans close to my ear and drops his voice, "So you're completely at my mercy right now?"

"Yes." 

Daddy's warm breath on my ear sends shivers down my spine. I twist slightly under him and brush my aching nipples against his chest. I gasp at the sensation. Daddy moves to lay next to me, resting his face near my ear and laying his hand on my stomach. "I'll show you another game, but it has to be our little secret," he whispers. "You'll stay quiet, won't you Princess?"

"I won't tell Daddy, I promise." I feel his fingers start to move up my stomach, he slips them underneath my twisted shirt and caresses the bottom of my perky breasts. I let a moan escape as he wraps his hand around my soft skin and squeezes. Daddy starts to gently pinch my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He shifts to rest on his elbow, his face right above mine. I watch his eyes as he leans down and places his lips on mine, slowly teasing them open with his tongue. My eyes close as I give in to the feelings he pulls from my body.

I feel Daddy move, slipping one jean clad thigh between my own bare legs. I spread my legs to make room for him as he continues to kiss me and torture my nipples. He presses against my warm center and I break from his lips with a loud moan. Daddy takes advantage of my moan to slip his lips to my neck, he licks and nibbles down to the collar of my shirt. He growls at the material in his way, sitting up just long enough to rip the fabric in half, exposing my breasts. Daddy shifts again as he quickly moves to capture one of my nipples in his teeth as his fingers pinch the other. 

My body is on fire as I writh below him, the ropes still tight on my wrists. He moves his lips again, down the side of my ribs and across my stomach. I feel his fingers slip from my breast to tease against the thin cotton of my panties. "You're so wet for daddy," He mumbles against my skin moving toward my private area. I moan as he closes his lips over my swollen clit. He slowly strokes his tongue over the fabric separating us eliciting more moans from me. "Let me in Princess," I lift my hips as his fingers grasp my panties and drag them down. Daddy stands up at the end of my bed and drops my panties. I watch as he releases his pants and lets them join my panties on the floor. His legs are just as tone as his chest, my eyes devour him, watching as he wraps his hand around his 8 inch erection. I watch in awe as he slowly strokes himself. 

Daddy kneels on the bed, still stroking himself, and moves between my spread legs. I feel him rub his swollen head along my crease, I move my hips urging him on. He slips just inside of my dripping hole and leans down to press his lips on mine. His hips push forward, driving his cock through my hymen. I whimper into his mouth as he continues to slowly move inside of me. His fingers slip up my chest and pinch my nipples, making my body quiver with need.

I start to press my hips against his, pulling him deeper. Daddy releases my nipples and pushes up over me, he devours me with his eyes as he starts to move faster. "Daddy," I gasped, arching my back as waves of pleasure race through my body. He moves, climbing from between my legs to kneel next to my face. I feel the head of his cock press against my lips.

"Open up for Daddy. Be my good little Princess." He starts stroking his hard length as he rubs against my mouth. I feel his fingers wrap into my hair and tug, as I gasp he pushes deep into my throat. Daddy holds my head still by my hair as he begins to fuck my mouth, pushing as deep as he can each time. "Oh that's it baby, take daddy's big dick," he moans as he moves faster. His free hand slips down to pinch my nipples again. The feel of him slamming into my mouth while he teases my nipples makes me moan again. I feel him tense and thicken just before he fills my mouth with hot cum. "Swallow it, swallow all of Daddy's cum," he commands while holding himself between my lips. 

I swallow every drop, surprised at how much I enjoy the taste. Daddy releases my hair and pulls slightly away from my mouth, I turn just in time to slip my lips around his softening head and lick the rest of our juices from him. He moves once I am done and slips his hands behind me to release the ropes. I massage my wrists as he picks up his pants, my ripped shirt still clinging to my body. 

"You're mine now Princess." Daddy says with a wink, "Just remember, our little secret."

"I won't tell Daddy. I like our new game."

I watch him as he walks out of my room, slowly closing the door behind him. After tossing the remains of my shirt on the floor I curled up in bed and dreamt of what tomorrow would entail...



Daddy's Girl Ch. 02



My baby girl had gone to bed already, and I was sitting in the den, working with TurboTax again. But before I decided to start the review of the state taxes, I saved my work thus far and decided to go get a drink. Despite the late hour, I wanted coffee. 

...which meant I would be awake for quite some time. Fortunately, it was a Friday night. 

While the coffee brewed, I went upstairs to my baby girl's bedroom. As I approached the partially-open door, I thought I heard a soft gasp pouring through the crack. I paused for a moment, and thought I heard another soft gasp reach my ears. If my sweet Ember was not awake, then she was having a nightmare. 

Cautiously, I nudged open the bedroom door, and peered toward the bed. Ember was facing away from me and seemed to be quite still underneath the covers, but I heard her gasp again. Still, I could not tell if she was awake or having a nightmare. And if she was awake, then she was clearly doing one or two naughty things to herself. 

Just that thought brought a smile to my lips, although I still worried that she may be having a nightmare. 

"Oh, Daddy!" 

Soft and seductive, that phrase reached my ears, and caused my heart to beat a little faster. Now I wondered if Ember was awake and masturbating, or perhaps enjoying an erotic dream. Concern fled my mind, and I closed the distance between the doorway and the bed. It was then that I noticed a bare shoulder sticking out from underneath the covers; there was no visible strap from her favorite baby blue babydoll she liked to wear often to bed. Was she wearing only a thong? Was she fully naked under the covers? 

Ember turned onto her stomach. Her face buried in a pillow, I saw her hips rise and fall underneath the covers. Now I knew: Clearly, she was masturbating, moving against her hand as she pleasured herself. I tried to ignore my growing erection, especially as her pillow-muffled gasps came more often and began to fill her bedroom. 

At last, I sat on the edge of the bed, and Ember shrieked with surprise, suddenly going still. 

"It's okay, baby girl," I reassured her, stroking her back through the covers. "Sometimes you just need to enjoy yourself, and I understand." 

She turned her head toward me, and I saw a look of embarrassment upon her face. I bent down to kiss her blushing cheek and caress the back of her head. "You were thinking of me, weren't you?" 

Ember simply nodded. 

"Go ahead," I suggested. "Continue, please, for me, for your Daddy." 

I knew that would be a powerful phrase for her, reigniting her fantasy of being a Daddy's girl even at a time when she was (supposedly) alone in her bedroom. 

"Will you hold me, Daddy? Just hold me, and let me do all the work?" 

I had not expected that, but I definitely was not about to refuse. Still fully clothed, I stood, pulled aside the covers, and slipped into bed beside my sweet, beautiful Ember. I was not particularly surprised to find she was fully nude underneath the covers, although I remembered her having worn the babydoll when I had tucked her into bed earlier and read her more from Story of O. 

But I definitely was not about to complain. 

I placed myself beside my young "daughter," on my back, and she slid upon me, her back to my front. Once the covers were over us, my arms wrapped around her, pressed against the undersides of her breasts. "Go ahead, baby girl," I whispered. "Your Daddy's here with you." 

"Okay," she replied quietly, "but just hold me, okay? Just hold me, please?" 

My answer was a kiss to the side of her head, perched upon my shoulder. 

Ember began to touch herself again between her legs. It did not take long for her breathing to start to change. "This is for you, Daddy," she whispered between deepening breaths. 

I definitely enjoyed feeling the weight of my baby girl's small body upon me, pressing me into the mattress. As she began to slowly writhe upon me, her motions ensured my manhood remained lengthy and hard and unmistakable between us. 

My hold tightened upon my sweet, naughty Ember as she moved with more urgency against the actions of her hands. A film of sweat began to form between us. The fact that I was fully clothed and under the covers with my baby girl upon me was making me fell a bit warm, but I was not about to do anything to break the moment, to break the mood. I definitely wanted to slip inside her and feel her trembling around my invading erection as she toyed with her own clitoris. Feeling her passion dripping onto me made me feel even closer yet to her. 

"Please, Daddy!" she suddenly gasped. "Take over for me!" 

As soon as Ember's hands were out of the way, my hands assumed the position between her parted thighs. My baby girl was already incredibly wet, so I plunged the index finger of each hand inside her. The result was exactly what I had expected – a loud gasp of surprise – since I had never done that to her before. I laughed quietly into her ear as she clutched at my head with one hand and the headboard with the other. 

Withdrawing one finger, I began to gently strum her hardened clitoris while the other index finger worked inside her hot sex, thrusting gently, always upturned to brush her special spot. Very quickly, she was again moving upon me, her back arching. Lewd obscenities began to spill from her lips between her labored breaths. 

"Good little girls don't swear, Ember," I whispered in a semi-threatening tone. "You will be punished for this in the morning." 

Either she did not hear me, or she did not care. The swearing continued unabated. I knew she was close, that within the next minute, she would succumb to carnal delight. 

"But Daddies can swear," I told her, "and right now, you fucking bitch, you are going to cum for your Daddy, is that understood?" 

I was fingering her faster, ruthlessly. The sounds spilling from her lips were unintelligible, the grasp upon my head more than a little uncomfortable for me. Her constant movement upon me was making it a little difficult for me to breathe, but I definitely did not mind. 

"Cum, slutty girl! Cum for your Daddy!" 

"Daddy!!!!!" 

Her body arched severely, Ember finally achieved the release which would help induce sleep. When she could finally breathe again, her first sound was a loud howl as she vocally expelled all the energy which had been building up inside her since before I had entered her bedroom. And when she finally slumped upon me, my arms returned to their previous position, holding her tightly just below her breasts as she stroked my hair and face with one hand and used her other hand to caress my forearms. 

Eventually, I slipped out of bed and tucked her in for the second time that night. "Did you really mean that, Daddy?" she asked. "Are you really going to punish me in the morning?" 

"I must," I replied. "You know that baby girls are not allowed to swear. In fact, at breakfast, I want you to present me with three options which you believe are fitting for your punishment." 

"Yes, Daddy." The fact that she said that with a small smile told me both that she was about to fall asleep, and that she was already considering the possibilities. 

Before I went to bed that night, I checked in on her one more time, as I usually do. I gave my sleeping beauty a gentle kiss to her forehead, then retreated, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack as she preferred. The front of my slacks was still stained with her love, and as I undressed for a late-night shower, the sight of that large stain caused me to relive the entire masturbation scene in my head several times, providing me the fodder for my own release before I finally fell asleep in my own bed.



Daddy's Girl Ch. 02



 New Beginnings

When John awoke the next morning, his daughter was snuggled up in his arms, still deep asleep. They were both still naked; her breasts pressed up against his chest. John lay there gazing at his lovely daughter for quite some time before he gently detached himself from her, careful not to wake her. Quietly he stepped into the master bathroom and started the shower.

As John shampooed his hair, his thoughts turned to the previous night. John knew what had happened was wrong; yet he also knew he wouldn't change anything that happened last night, even if he could. 'It's sick, I know.' John thought to himself. 'But other people do it... and she's of age.' He reasoned silently. 

As John soaped his body, he found his hands wandering down to his dick as he thought of his fingers slipping into his daughter's pussy last night. He remembered her warm, wet, pussy lips enveloping his fingers, her juices running down her arm. Then his thoughts jumped ahead to his daughter sucking his cock. John stroked his cock rapidly as he remembered grabbing hold of Isa's head and fucking her face. Remembering her sweet green eyes looking up at him, John shot his cum load onto the shower wall. John gritted his teeth to keep from screaming as glob after glob of creamy white cum splattered the wall. 

Panting hard, John finished washing his body off and stepped out of the shower. He quickly dried off and then tiptoed into the bedroom and peeked at the bed. Isabella was still in a deep sleep; she was curled around a pillow, strands of her red hair strewn across her face.

John smiled and then quietly headed downstairs to fix breakfast. He had decided to just wear his towel around the house for the time being; Isabella had already seen all of him so it really didn't matter what he wore. 

John glanced at the clock on his way into the kitchen. 10 AM on a beautiful Saturday morning. Usually on weekdays, and most Saturday mornings, at 10 AM he would've already been at work since 7 AM, and would most likely be in a boring meeting right now, with about 6 more scheduled after it. Seeing how it was his last Saturday before his official retirement, he had decided to take a jump start and take this Saturday off. His boss had understood; they had been great friends for years. 

John was still trying to decide what to fix for breakfast (his cooking skills were pretty limited) when Isabella's sexy voice purred "Good Morning, daddy." From behind him. John turned, and his cock instantly swelled at what he saw.

Isabella was at the doorway in the kitchen, still fully naked. The light from the early morning sun illuminated her, giving her a glowing look. Her red hair was slightly tousled by sleep; John watched as her hands reached up to smooth her hair...and kept moving over her breasts, where she paused and tweaked her nipples a bit before her hands slid over her belly to her cunt, rubbing gently over her pussy as she took in the sight of her sexy daddy in his towel.

Isabella noticed her dad's hard-on right after John himself did; her face split into a sexy smile. "Well daddy. Looks like it's a beautiful morning."

John licked his lips before he replied. "Oh baby. Beautiful does not begin to describe the gorgeous sight before me." Slowly he untied his towel; John enjoyed the way Isabella's eyes dropped from his, and went straight to his crotch, eagerly waiting for her dad to move the towel. John dropped the towel. "I was just trying to decide what to have for breakfast."

Isabella moved towards her daddy. "I think I know what I want." She whispered, stepping up to him and reaching for his face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, gently probing her tongue into his mouth. John moaned into his daughter's mouth and wrapped his arms around her waist, eagerly responding to her kiss. His hands ran over her bare naked ass. He squeezed it gently. John had never been an ass man really; he mostly stuck to pussies and tits. But feeling Isabella's ass... it made John even more turned on. It was soft, yet firm. John moaned again into his daughters' mouth. Suddenly, Isabella detached from his arms and moved down to her knees, between his legs. His rock hard cock was staring her right in the face.

"Are you going to suck it baby? Are you going to suck daddy's cock?" He asked her.

Isabella nodded, looking up at him and licking her lips. Not breaking eye contact, she stuck out her tongue and slowly ran her tongue up his shaft. John shivered and closed his eyes, relishing the touch of her tongue to his dick. Isabella smiled and licked again, softly, gently, up and down his shaft, but not putting her mouth on it. John groaned. 

"Please baby...please put your hot mouth on daddy's cock. I can feel your hot breath and it's...oh...baby it's making me crazy." John pleaded, his hands stroking his daughters' hair.

Isabella smiled up at her daddy. "Okay daddy, I'll be nice." She said. She licked up his shaft once more, and then engulfed his cock with her mouth, sucking on it eagerly. John moaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

"Yeah baby. Just like that..." John opened his eyes and looked down at his daughter, who was still staring up at him, clearly enjoying his reaction to her sucking technique. He smirked. "Oh, you like that do you baby?" he asked. She moaned around his dick, still bobbing her pretty red head up and down. John closed his eyes for a moment, succumbing to the pleasure; she turned him on so much. He opened them again and looked back at his daughter. "How would you like it if I grabbed your face and just fucked you? Just stuck my daddy dick all the way down your throat would you like that?"

Isabella moaned; her daddy was driving her crazy with his dirty talk. She couldn't resist, her fingers slipped into her wet, juicy cunt. Her clit was sticking out far; she couldn't remember ever being this turned on. 

John smiled. Isabella was fingering herself. "Yeah baby. Finger your sweet pussy for daddy." John couldn't take it anymore; her moaning was driving him wild. He grabbed the sides of her head and began to fuck her face, his cock driving deep down her throat. He heard her gag, but she didn't pull back or protest in any way, so he kept pounding her round, innocent face. His hands clenched her hair as he fucked her. "Open your eyes and look at daddy." Isabella's eyes immediately flew open; John screamed as he felt his balls swell. "Oh yeah baby! Daddy's cumming in his baby's mouth! OhhhhHHHHHHHH SHIT!" He yelled as he exploded into his daughters' hot mouth, his seed spilling down her throat. Isabella swallowed it all, gagging only a little but not allowing any to escape her mouth. John yanked her up and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her waiting mouth. His hands wandered over her ass again and he spanked her; she moaned. "My baby didn't get to cum, did she?"

Isabella shook her head. "No daddy. Would you be a kind daddy and make me cum?" She asked, grinding her pussy against his now soft cock. Amazingly, it began to swell again. 

John moaned and squeezed her ass again, rubbing his fingers gently along her crack; she shivered. "Of course baby." He spun her around so she was facing the island in the middle of the kitchen. She put her hands on the counter and spread her legs. John stroked his cock as he looked at the luscious ass before him. He knew he would soon have to take her ass, but he knew now was not the time. He stepped up behind her and put his hands on her waist, softly running his hands up and down her sides. John could feel goose bumps popping up on Isabella's skin as his large hands maneuvered over her body.

"Oh daddy." She sighed, sticking her ass out a little more to make contact with her father's cock. She gently rubbed her ass on it. "Fuck my pussy please...it's burning for your thick cock!"

Resisting her no more, John positioned his now hard cock against her entrance and shoved, sinking into her satin like pussy. Father and daughter moaned together as John began to fuck Isabella in her pussy from behind, his hands on her waist. 

"Oh daddy....oh yes! Fuck your daughter, you nasty daddy! Drive your daddy cock into my pussy!" 

John grunted as he slammed his dick into his daughter, wanting to please her. His hands reached up and roughly grabbed her tits, squeezing them. He pinched her nipples, her moans sending waves of pleasure through his body. John released her tits and grabbed her waist again, staring down at Isabella's heavenly ass slapping against his balls as he pounded her with his cock. John was almost mesmerized by the sight of her ass jiggling slightly as he fucked her. He took a hand off her waist and smacked her ass, watching a red hand mark appear on her white ass.

Isabella moaned. "Yeah daddy! I've been a naughty girl! Punish me for being naughty!" she yelled.

John smacked her ass again, harder this time, as he continued his cock assault on her pussy. "Yeah, you naughty little slut. Seducing your daddy!" He slapped her ass again, the squeezed it. "Oh baby...are you going to cum for daddy? I want you to cum on daddy's cock, baby."

Isabella moaned. "Oh yeah daddy. I want to cum all over your cock; I want your cock to be coated in my juices!" she grunted. 

John reached up and pulled her hair into a ponytail and pulled her head back; he kissed her, their tongues mashing together passionately. She pulled her head back suddenly and began to wildly buck her hips, fucking his dick fast. "Oh daddy! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMIIIING!" She screamed as she exploded.

It was too much for John; her screams sent him over the edge as he felt his balls swell again, and his seed exploded deep inside his daughters' steaming pussy. They kissed again as load after creamy load of thick, ropey cum shot up Isa's pussy, and kept kissing until John's cock softened and slid out of his daughters' pussy. They leaned against the counter, holding each other for a while, still panting from their orgasms. Finally Isabella kissed her dad again and stood up.

"Daddy, why don't you go upstairs and get cleaned up, and I'll cook us breakfast?" She said, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at him. Her round face looked innocent, but John could see a glimmer of lust in her love-filled eyes.

John smiled as he looked down at her. "What about you, baby?"

"I want to keep daddy's juices inside of me all day!" She said, giggling.

John chuckled. "Well, if you insist."

"I do." Isabella said. They kissed again and John walked out of the kitchen, Isabella slapping his butt on his way out. He laughed and headed upstairs to take his second shower of the morning.

* * * *

After a wonderful breakfast of omelets that Isa had prepared, John and Isabella were cuddled up on the couch, still naked, watching TV. On a commercial break, John turned to his daughter. "I think we should talk about how things are going to change." He said seriously. Isabella looked up at him worriedly.

"I don't want to stop, Daddy." She said pleadingly.

John chuckled. "Oh baby." He kissed her head. "I don't want to stop either. You turn me on so much!" He said, running his hands over her breasts. She smiled. "I just want to make sure we're on the same level here. That out in the real world, we have to be father and daughter. But behind closed doors....I want you to be my lover." John paused. "If you're willing, that is."

Isabella squealed. "I would love that daddy! More than anything in the world!" She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him. 

John grinned. "Baby, you just made me the happiest daddy in the world. And after I officially retire next week, we are going to have some fun."

"Like what, daddy?" Isabella asked innocently.

"Well, I was thinking we could take some trips. Travel. Wherever you want to go. You know, to kind of make up for not being there for you sometimes. I know you're probably still angry about my not being around sometimes because I've worked so much; you probably often thought that I was a horrible dad and you wished you had some other dad." John said.

Isabella sighed. "Daddy, I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world! I love you with all my heart!"

John grinned, his eyes lighting up with happiness. "Oh baby!" They kissed again. "I love you too!"

"Oh, and daddy?" Isabella said.

"Yes, babe?"

"Don't think I didn't notice your recent discovery of my ass." Isabella said, smiling seductively. John smiled. "I want you to be the first to penetrate my ass daddy."

John reached down and squeezed her ass. "Oh baby, I would love that. But I don't want to rush it. I want it to be a special occasion." John thought for a moment. "I'll tell you what, baby. While I'm at work for my last week, you can make plans to go somewhere. I want you to get the best of everything; first class flights, five star hotels, anywhere in the world you want to go. I'll give you my credit card and you make all the plans. Even take it shopping to get new things for the trip. My last day is Friday; you can book the flight for Saturday afternoon. How does that sound?"

Isabella's face was glowing, and she was grinning. "Oh daddy! It sounds great! I can't wait!" She said. She kissed him and then jumped up. 

"Where are you going?" John asked.

Isabella turned to him and grinned. "Shopping. I've got a lot to do, and only a week to do it!" She said, laughing. She took off up the stairs. 

John chuckled and shook his head, watching her cute ass bounce up the stairs. There was no doubt about it in his mind; John was the luckiest man in the world.



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Daddy's Girl Ch. 02



From my somewhat skewed position, i can see Him come back into the bedroom. He's dressed for work already, but his wicked grin and lust-filled eyes tell me he's far from done with me. As he comes closer, his eyes roam over the sight before him... one well fucked whore, belly distended, wriggling just the slightest bit in discomfort, ass plugged and cunt filled. He chuckles, well pleased with his handiwork.

"I expect you're quite uncomfortable, aren't you baby?"

"Yes, Daddy, i need to go bad, please."

He laughs out loud at my pathetic begging, and tells me we have something to take care of first. Since one of the things Daddy expects of me is to do my Kegel exercises every day, he knows he won't have to retrieve the balls from my cunt himself. "Push them out, one at a time, baby."

"My tummy's so full, Daddy. i'm afraid the plug will come out and i'll leak on the bed."

"Hmmmm." Daddy ponders this a moment. "Don't worry, baby, I have an idea. But if you DO make a mess, you're going to be a very sore girl while you clean it up!"

Daddy swats my ass, right on the plug, and winks at me when i cry out. Placing his hand firmly on the plug and exerting just enough pressure to keep it fully seated, he tells me again "Push them out, baby."

i strain, whimpering with the pressure and effort, but i can feel the first ball oozing its way out of my cum-filled cunt. Daddy catches it and pops it into my mouth for cleaning. i love the taste of our juices, and take my time savouring the sweet flavour. He laughs at me, then takes the ball from my mouth and instructs me to present the second. It's harder this time, the pressure in my belly and the plug in my ass are getting harder to tolerate, but after a minute or two, i feel the second ball slip out. Again i get to clean our fluids off the ball, until Daddy takes it from me and announces it's time to take care of the other issue.

He helps me up, smiling at my bloated uncomfortable movements. The cum leaking from my well fucked cunt leaves wet trails on my thighs and Daddy sighs with pleasure at the sight of it. He knows that this type of play is new to me, and knows how very shy i am... but today is not about being safe, it's about growth and pleasing him. He leads me into the bathroom, but stops me as i instinctively head toward to toilet. 

"No, baby. It's not going to be that easy today."

My eyes widened in shock and confusion, and i froze in place. "It's not, Daddy?" My mind raced, wonder what he could possible mean or have in store... the answers that sprang to mind were not comforting in the least.

"No, baby, it's not. You seem to forget that I own you... ALL of you. I've let your shyness slide for a while now, but it's time we started working on that. You gave yourself into my control, and it's high time you understood that I control every aspect of you, including your most basic bodily functions. Normally, I won't exercise that level of control, but occasionally, as with today, I will do so just to remind you who you are."

"Now I want you to lie down in the tub, with your ass near the spout and your legs up against the wall." He laughed at the disconcerted look on my face as I stood motionless for a moment. A wave of pain shot through my belly as the cramps started in earnest. Daddy leaned in and whispered "I can wait longer than you can, baby... get in the tub."

i laid down as instructed and stared as i watched Daddy roll up his sleeves. He reached over to the vanity and grabbed the lengths of rope lying there. Tying my ankle, he threaded the first length through the bar along the shower wall and immobilized my right leg high above my body. The second length secured my left to the shower curtain rod, leaving me open and exposed. i whimpered in embarrassment, ashamed to be seen in such a personal state of exposure and dishabille.

He laid the hand held shower head on my pelvis, the water pulsing warmly down over my cunt and into the drain. Daddy smiled at my strangled moans and my beet red face as I squirmed and wriggled. He slipped his hands into vinyl gloves and patted my belly as his fingers slid over my cunt and down to my ass.

"Now, baby, let's just see if we can't get you over your bashfulness. I know how much you love having your ass full, but it appears to be getting a little uncomfortable for you. Wouldn't you like to empty yourself now?"

My face flamed as i groaned in pain and humiliation. "But Daddy, it's embarrassing! i can't go potty with you watching."

"I'm afraid that's the wrong answer, baby. You no longer have that option." And with that he grasped the base of the plug and began to tug... gently at first, he pulled it out just a bit, and let it slide back, fucking my ass. i let out a strangled yelp, torn between the desperate need to evacuate and the mounting desire that always overcomes me when Daddy plays with my ass. His movements grew more vigorous, and as he withdrew the plug further with each stroke, i began to leak. Daddy reached over and slapped my breasts, telling me to hold it in until he told me to release.

"i'm trying, Daddy... i need to go really bad, please."

The desperation in my voice must have rung true, because he relented then, and after just a few more strokes he pulled the plug out completely and pressed on my belly, telling me "Let go now, baby... that's a good girl."

i groaned in relief and embarrassment as my bowels emptied, the warm water both cleaning me and relaxing my cramped muscles. Daddy's hand kept massaging my belly, until finally the flow stopped. He used the shower head to rinse me completely clean before using the pulse setting over my clit until i started to moan in pleasure.

Daddy laughed and untied my legs, then helped me stand. "Good girl, baby. You were a very good girl. It's not so bad after all, is it, sharing your most private moments with me?"

i blushed and hung my head, mumbling under my breath "No, i guess not, Daddy." 

"Now scoot into the bedroom, baby... we've got lots to do, and you need to get dressed so we can get going. I laid your clothes out on the bed."

My eyes widened as i saw what he had selected for me, and hesitantly i started to dress...



Daddy's Girl Ch. 02



I was lost in my lust. . . . I had not noticed Dad had opened the locked door to the basement. I was fingering my just-fucked cunt --the cum was oozing out as I played. Dad stood over me, picked me up and carried me down the stairs to a dimly-lit room. The only light sources were low-wattage spotlights beaming down to the floor.

Dad gave me a slap across the face to wake me from my daze. I was startled to find I was in the basement for the very first time. It was a very dark place from what I could see. Dad grabbed both of my hands and bound my wrists together in padded cuffs, which I found were hurting me. As I was lying on the cold hard floor of the basement, I noticed the cuffs were linked to a chain.

Suddenly, I heard a chain being pulled and then my body moved unwillingly up towards the ceiling of the basement. Dad stopped hoisting me upwards only when I was standing on the very tips of my toes. Then he came over to me and said bluntly, "Scream all you want, bitch; this room is sound-proof." My long, brown hair was over my face and back, as Dad pulled it together in his strong hand and yanked it hard so he would hear my scream out loud. "See, even your whore mother use to scream while you were asleep upstairs and you never even heard her."

I was in total fear of my life now as I found myself helplessly bound. I could not kick out my feet because I would have lost my footing on the floor and my arms were locked into position by the cuffs above my head. This was Dad's personal dungeon and I was trapped. The image of Mum being tried up like this flashed through my mind. I couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming. My body was still betraying me. I could feel Dad's cum running down my legs and my nipples felt a slight breeze and immediately hardened.

Dad put his hand on my bottom and stroked it. "Mmm . . . nice and firm," he commented. "You've got two choices, bitch: a gag, or no gag." My head was spinning so much I was completely unable to make any sort of choice. "Too late, you little slut. I have chosen for you and you're not getting a gag for your first time. Maybe later, bitch." 

This was happening all too fast for me. I was only one day way from being 19 and I was helplessly, hopelessly and completely lost. . . .

Time meant nothing down here as it was near darkness. The only light was on my body and I was sweating so much I started to slip on the floor every time I lost grip of it with my toes. It hurt my arms more every time I slipped. Dad just walked around me in the shadows, smiling and stroking my body as he passed by my tits and butt.

Dad finally stopped, put his hand on my cunt—letting one finger slide inside and talking softly in my ear, "This now belongs to me and I will use it as I see fit." I don't know what happened inside my head, but it made me very happy to know that my slutty little cunt belonged to him—his property. Dad stepped behind me and out of view; all I could hear were sounds of metal hitting the floor.

Then I felt a cold metal cross against my butt, and it made me feel cold as I shivered. Then I felt the pain as Dad hit my butt with it.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

The pain was so great that I started to cry. 

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Dad just laughed, "That's it, bitch."

Whack! Whack! Whack!

I now was in so much excruciating pain, but I noticed that my legs were even wetter now from my leaking juices, and I noticed exactly how turned on I was. Dad noticed as well. "My, my, you're just like your whore mother in many ways; she loved to be punished, too." This embarrassed me as I had known my mother as a loving and kind woman who never even punished me when I was bad.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Now count them and don't stop. If you stop, you will start the count again. Understand me?"

"Yes, Dad!" I cried out, my tears streaming down my face.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"One . . . two . . . three. Please stop!" I cried.

Dad found my pleas for mercy funny. "Do you like it bitch? Admit it and you can give into your true nature." Dad continued to smack my butt. By this time, it was glowing red and I refused to admit to Dad that I was enjoying it. Then all of sudden I started to moan as Dad hit my butt again and again—my juices flowed from between my legs so much that I lost my footing on the floor many times.

Dad stopped and said, "Now, that's better! Listen to me from now on. You're going to be punished every day in some form or another." I looked at my father in a new light—not just as my dad, but as my lover too. Dad walked behind me once again and picked up a new item from his collection. He walked up to me from behind and forced his hand between my legs. I opened willingly as he put a small vibrating egg thing into my cunt. It was attached to a controller. He then turned it on and I completely lost any footing I had on the floor.

Once again I heard the chains clatter, but this time I fell to the floor—the vibrating egg still inside me. I curled up my arms and legs up to enjoy the egg more. Dad seemed pleased as he threw a sheet over me and I fell asleep on the basement floor.

Dad woke me up. "Come on, sleepy head; haven't you got a party to go to soon?" I hadn't realized what day it was, let alone the time. I soon found out my party was only a few hours away, and Dad had invited all my best friends from school and even some cute boys.

As I got ready for my party, I still had the egg in my cunt. It was vibrating nicely. Dad entered my room and removed the egg from my cunt. "Wipe yourself before you go out. I don't want you dripping everywhere." My cunt was so wet. "Dear, whores don't wear any panties, so from now on, you'll wear no panties or tights. Understand me?" I nodded as Dad took all my panties and tights with him as he left my room.

My mind was trying to understand what I had become and I was wondering if I was following in my mother's footsteps to become a whore, but all I could truly focus on was the party—my friends and my gifts I would be receiving from them.

I got dressed in a frilly summer blue summer dress. I put a big blue silk ribbon in my hair to tie it back and up. I put on my best shoes—blue high heels 4 inches tall—and went downstairs to show Dad.

Dad sat on the sofa holding his cock through his trousers. "Come on, spin for me." I put on a spin for him. "Good, good, now lift up your dress so I can check if you're not wearing any panties." I showed Dad my cunt, which was still moist. "Tomorrow, we are going shopping for your new clothes and to get you your new stockings and garters that you will wear from now on . . . and maybe a G-sting or two if I like what I see." I ran to Dad and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Well, you will be late for your party. Let me grab my keys and we will be off." Dad went to his coat pocket and got his car keys and his wallet. I took his arm and we left for my 19th birthday party. I sat next to Dad all the way in silence. As we pulled up to where the party was being held, Dad opened his wallet and gave me some money.

"This is for drinks and a taxi home, so don't be late. Remember, it's shopping tomorrow morning . . . and don't get drunk." I kissed Dad again on the cheek, took the money from his hand, and ran into my party...

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Daddy's Girl Ch. 02



Madeline stooped down to grab her clothing from on the floor. She looked around for her lace g-strings. Not seeing them, she gathered her silks, blew Steven one last kiss, and walked out to the dividing hallway. She stopped to re-dress herself before making her way to her suites. 

Steven sat back in the lazy-boy and grinned. His cock was dripping wet and slick with cum. Their cum. He searched around for the bottle of wine and the joint. He eyed her mangled panties under the sofa, and the lost joint. Damn, no lighter. He reached for the bottle on the side table and took a swig of his Chianti. Pulling the bottle down, he spotted a forgotten pack of matches on the floor by the Lazy-Boy. Jack pot. Literally. He reached down and grabbed his boxers and the pack of matches in one snatch. This day was an emotional roller coaster. What else could happen today? He chortled as he struck a match and puffed on Madeline's joint. Holding the hit in, he stretched back and enjoyed the solitude.

When Madeline entered her suites through the garden terrace doors, she noticed her room had been serviced. She called out for Charlie. Her return call came from the bathroom. Madeline made her way to the large showering rooms and began stripping from her silks. She placed them in her dry cleaning hamper and made her way to the shower. The black slate room had a waterfall and bench in one corner and a seven head sprayer in the other. The large window front served as a screen for the shower and fourth wall for the sauna. She turned the waterfall on and called for Charlie once again. Charlie peeked her head out from the linen closet and called out, again. "In the closets, Maddi. I'm getting your soaps, oils and bath sheet ready."

Charlie was about Madeline's age, only a year older. Her mother was one of the first women that Steven and Emily had hired on their staff once they purchased the house. Emily thought Charlie would be a wonderful playmate for her Madeline. They played in the gardens and kitchens as young girls. When Madeline started at St. Katherine's, so did Charlie. Having her mother's outgoing personality and great looks, Madeline made friends quickly. Charlie, however, was less fortunate and more shy. Regardless, Madeline would drag her friend to countless parties, cotillions, and other social gatherings that only "the elite group" were invited to. Charlie hated attending those things, and but was grateful for Madeline's friendship and generosity, and didn't want to disappoint her only friend. As they grew older, she was more then an friend to Madeline, she was Madeline's confidante. All her secrets, her desires, her hopes, dreams, and fears. Charlie knew more about Madeline than both her parents and their superiors at school, and certainly more than those two psychotic bimbos, Adele and Briana. They shared so many magical memories together. They were closer than sisters. When Emily took to being sick, Charlie was the only staff member allowed in Madeline's suites. Now, she works strictly for Madeline. She loves spoiling her friend with little treats on her pillows, or new, exotic bath salts and perfumed oils. Charlie was grabbing the newest of her oils along with Madeline's bath sheet, when Madeline walked up behind her and squeezed. Almost spilling the decanter, she set down her armload and turned around to a now naked Madeline. Charlie didn't know what to expect. Madeline was ecstatic. "Slow down, Maddi!" Charlie cooed. "Now tell me what's going on."

Madeline knelled on the bench in front of her vanity, a devilish look twinkled in her eye. "Join me!"

"What?!" a shy Charlie asked

"Join me in the shower" she said "like we used to when we were younger."

"But we were younger then, and didn't know better. We are older know, and know it's inappropriate." Charlie said smiling.

"Yes, but it's so fun, and we had our best conversations in the shower. PLEASE" whined the excited Madeline.

"What could be this important, that it requires a shower conversation?" giggled Charlie, untying her uniform.

"I'll tell you while you wash my hair." said Madeline excitedly.

"Fine, let me get the Bronner's and bath sheets, and I'll be right in." Charlie finished undressing and grabbed the armload of oils, Bronner's and bath sheets from the closet.

"Yay!" Squealed Madeline, jumping into her shower, a naked Charlie following closely behind, shutting the large glass door .

Madeline made her way to the waterfall shower and began wetting her hair, letting the water run over her body. Charlie came up behind Madeline with the soaps and oils. Setting them on the bench along the wall, she shakes the bottle of Bronner's and pours a generous amount into her palm, smoothing it through Madeline's hair. Madeline leaned back into Charlie's hands and moaned. "Mmmmm, that feels so good.... Just a little harder.... yeah.... Oh, ohhhh your hands are magical to my nerves, Charlie."

This brought a giggle out of the shy Charlie. "Now Maddi, you promised to fill me in on what has you so excited." 

"Not yet, I'm enjoying what you're doing. It gives me a rush." Pulling Charlie under the waterfall, she watches as the soft golden curls are saturated with water and lay in waves on side of her cherub face. So beautiful, this soft angel before her, so tempting are her tender lips. As if pulled by some unforeseen force, Madeline draws Charlie in for a kiss. Teasing her at first, licking at her, brushing against them softly, working her nerves to a quiet frenzy, nuzzling her under the waterfall, and finally taking her close, and passionately fulfilled the kiss with tantric charged touches to the soft folds of her inner thighs. Charlie quivers, and a deep moan escapes her throat, feeding Madeline the response she wanted. Charlie deepens the kiss wrapping her arms around Madeline's supple body. She grabs Madeline's thick ass cheek and squeezes, lifting and pulling her closer, sliding her thigh in to spread Madeline's legs across hers. She feels Madeline's hot box on her leg and grinds it up and down, rubbing her already swollen clit to an orgasmic furry. The water drenches them both as Charlie slides Madeline down the wall, to the bench. Madeline grabs the bottle of Bronner's, breaking the kiss, she smiles. "My turn."

Charlie blushes as she watches the playful Madeline fill her palms with the soft fluid and begins to gently rub it into her scalp. Charlie slides further down to the floor, spreads Maddi's legs open, and tastes her soft feminine. Madeline leans back against the wall and massages Charlies' head with the soap while Charlie massages her clit with her tongue. What a great trade-off. 

Charlie could see Madeline's pussy was swollen and red. She could smell the sex on her when walked into the bathrooms, but now that she had tasted it, she knew without being told. Maddi finally had her wish, she had Steven. A slight jealousy arose in her, from where, she had no clue. Where would she stand now, in Maddi's life? She had Maddi's attention for the time, and that was enough, for now. The rest would sort itself out, as her Mom would say. Thus, she returned her attention to Madeline's swollen and delicate pussy laid out before her. Charlie teased the reddened lips with her own two lips, nibbling, sucking on them, licking the soft folds between. She let her tongue dive deep between Maddi's round ass cheeks and licked around her rim, sucked her taint and felt the cum of Steven and Madeline's love making gush into her awaiting mouth. Lapping the nectar of their love as if it were honey dripping from a hive, Charlie moaned. "You've been a bad little girl, Maddi, I can taste it on you." Charlie sucked harder, her tongue diving deep into Madeline's now split box, making Madeline shake with pleasure. She tasted new. Charlie wanted more.

"You like it?" purred Madeline. "It's a new flavor called "Princess Love", I thought you'd like a taste."

"Oh my, YES!" growled Charlie as she continued her dive to the depths of pleasure. Madeline's breath began to break up in short little spurts, becoming more labored. She rubbed Charlie's head, keeping the hair from her face as the waterfall did it's part to remove the soap from her scalp. Finally taking Maddi's enlarged clit between her lips, she felt it throb to life. Slowly, she ran her tongue around the tip of the nub, licking her up and down, sucking on it sensually. Madeline's pussy gushed. She felt the soft lips convulse. Keeping her lips wrapped around Maddi's clit was a feat as she bucked wildly with orgasms. Charlie slid two slender fingers into the tight little cunt spiting at her. This grounded Madeline as she began to cum harder, squeezing Charlie's fingers like Chinese finger cuffs. Charlie looked up at Madeline. She was in ecstasy. Her body was rigid and relaxed all at once. She was almost ready. Charlie used her free hand to pinch Maddi's taunt nipples and squeeze her already- bruised breast. She finally started working her small finger into Madeline's ass. Leaning in, she shoves her fingers deep into Madeline and sucks her clit ferociously bringing her best friend to a fevered pitch of torrential orgasms.

"Aaahhh, aaahhh, aahhhhhh, mmmhhhhmmmmmm...." Madeline rode Charlie's face like a PBR Champion. Her sounds of ecstasy came in squeaks between breaths barely allowed. The sounds muffled by the splash of falling water and thick walls.

Charlie softened her attack once the orgasms subsided. Fingers still firmly planted deep inside her friend's holes, she uses slow, circular motions to relax Maddi, now. She unfolds her thumb, and begins rubbing her clit, using one hand to bring Maddi down from her tantric orgasms. This leaves her mouth to suck on Maddi's nipples which have been sorely neglected in all their ecstasy. Maddi leans in to kiss Charlie, thanking her for the wave of bliss that she just rode. Charlie's hand subsided, still squeezing the tight box that is Maddi's pussy, she accepted the kiss and took it further, once again.

Madeline pulled her tired body from the bench and followed Charlie's kiss to the floor. Charlie led Maddi over her body and moved her hands roughly across Madeline's thick curves, squeezing, pulling, twisting, smacking. Madeline's already indulged nerve endings were a buffet of erotic energy. Every sensation was warping through her body in cycles and cascading in waves, bringing her orgasms back in multitudes. Charlie knew how to play Madeline's nerves like a well tuned harp, strike the right cord, and you find a sweet note. She could make her sing like a Soprano in a well fed orgasm. It was a delight to see Maddi floating above her in this state, all aglow as she was. 

Before Charlie could slide from underneath Madeline's slick body to continue her playing, Madeline placed her knee between Charlie's legs, stopping her mid-slide. Maddi reached down to grab a handful of Charlie's curly blonde snatch. Toying with her labias, she slid her three bottom fingers in as she pinched the clit between her remaining knuckle and thumb, and shook it. "Bring that pussy to me" Madeline demanded. Charlie obeyed, arching her back up and raising her bottom to meet Madeline's mouth. She pulled Charlie's slender bottom to the waterfall and let the water hit her clit, massaging the inside with her fingers. Sitting against the bench, she watched as Charlie rocked against her, filling herself with Maddi's fingers and enjoying the strategic play of water on her clit. Charlie pulled her body from underneath the waterfall, and onto the bench behind her, spreading her thighs for Madeline to enjoy her blonde buffet.

"Mmmmhhmmm.... that's it, let me have all that hot pussy." Madeline greeted the pussy enthusiastically. Smoothing the fluff back from her clit, Maddi traced the lines and folds with her tongue. Twisting and teasing her way from the clit to the slit, she slurped and lapped at the tight little cunt before her. Pulling Charlie's slit down tighter with one finger, the tiny head of her clit popped out, showing her excitement. Maddi wasted no time in tasting the bud. Sucking on it, flicking it, and running her tongue around it slowly. She slid a second finger in, keeping the tension, but allowing her to rub and massage her insides with soft circles. Her clit was beginning to enlarge and take shape, begging to be sucked like a cock. Maddi allowed her mouth to soften and suck on the nub sensually, kissing it passionately, as though it were a tongue returning the kiss. 

She ran her hand up Charlie's tiny torso to cup and squeeze her small but supple breast. Though they weren't Maddi's double D rack, but they were enough to fill Maddi's hands, and certainly enough to admire and play with. Charlie arched her back once again, pushing Madeline's fingers further into her body. She was starting to shake with her first orgasm. Maddi worked harder on her friend's clit, sucking on it, twisting it between her lips, and lapping at it. "OOOHHHHHH, oohhhh, Maddi! Yeah, aahhhh! OH, FUCK YEAH, MADDI!"

Madeline adjusted her fingers by sliding her bottom two fingers out, and replacing it with her index finger. As Charlie comes down on Madeline's hand again, Maddi completes the move by folding a finger onto her taint and rotating her pinky into Charlie's asshole. "AHHHH, FUCK ME, YESSSS!" Maddi's hand moves at an erratic rhythm as Charlie's body convulses, clamping down on her fingers and pouring cum in spurts. "That's it, cum for me. Let me see it. Show me you want it." Madeline coaxes Charlie through her orgasm. 

When Charlie collapses against the wall behind her, Madeline removes her hand, grabs Charlie's trunk in both hands, and dives into the throbbing bush, rubbing her entire face in Charlie's cum soaked box. Charlie's body clenched at the sudden attack, and she braced for the coming wave of ecstasy washing over her. Madeline's tongue dove, swooshed, and lapped at the inner walls of her pussy, tasting all that Charlie had to give. "Mmmm... Hmm-mm" Maddi moaned her pleasure at the taste. Her sweet nectar beckoning her on. Maddi wished nothing more than to see her friend's face contorted in pleasure right now. She could imagine half her blonde curls plastered with water and sweat, the rest frizzing to form a halo around her cherub face, accenting her innocent looks.

Nobody could look innocent in an orgasm like this. She sucked harder, pulling the cum from Charlie's body, forcing it out in splashes as she rode out Charlie's next orgasm with her. Madeline's tongue caught her clit from the tip as her teeth slid across the top and bottom, trapping it, teasing it. She released the clit, and swallowed it whole, wrapping her lips around the hard clit and letting it throb against her tongue. Charlie felt her body completely unfold as she allowed herself to swim within the ecstasy of orgasms. Madeline's eyes met hers across her stomach and she felt her breath stolen from her. Maddi released her hold on Charlie's clit to capture her lips in a kiss for the last few moments of her rapture. Charlie grabbed Madeline by the head and held the kiss, tasting the juices that Maddi fed on. She broke the kiss and leaned back, laughing. "So, that's what was so exciting."

Madeline laughed with her, blushing. "Yes, well..." she trailed off.

Charlie could see the hurt look in her friend's eyes, behind the smile. Changing the subject, she laughed again. "And I thought Candice reached you in time to spoil my surprise and told you about the new bath oil that came in today."

"New oil?" Maddi chimed, brightening with the thought.

"Yep. I ordered it last week when you while you were in Mid-Terms. I figured it would help you relax, slough off all that stress from studying and such." She reached the orange tinted glass decanter towards Maddi, lifting the lid. "It's a new Moroccan scent, something sweet and spicy to recharge your nerves."

Madeline inhaled the heady scent. Her eyes glowed again. "I LOVE IT! Thank you, Charlie! You always know exactly what I need, even before I do. You are truly amazing."

"You should see the package Mom got in for the Kitchens. She ordered new herbs and spices when I ordered the oils." She beamed with pride. "And, when we're done I'll show you a few other nameless treasures we found."

"Well, let's start with this deliciously scented oil, and work our way from there!" exclaimed the newly spirited Madeline. Turning off the waterfall, she sauntered over to the other side of the shower for the full body sprayers. The sauna kick on, as if telepathically and Maddi sat down on the long bench. Charlie gathered the oil and rubbing pads, and followed Madeline to the sprayer side. She began pouring the oil gently over Madeline's body, rubbing it in with the pad in soft, circular motions. Her skin drank in the sweetly scented oils as she allowed her body to be worked over by Charlie's expert hands, for the second time today. Maddi rolled onto her stomach and brought her arms under her head as Charlie went to work on her backside and legs. The exfoliating pad was next, followed by the buffing pad.

"All done!" exclaimed Charlie, as she tapped Maddi's ass and flipped the shower heads on. Madeline's body was as relaxed as her nerves when Charlie awoke her from her brief nodding off. She watched as Maddi stood up and circled around fully, allowing the shower to spray her entire body down. Charlie grabbed the smoothing tool and ran it along Maddi's body to remove the excess oil and body dirt. Her body glowed with a healthy freshness that shined from within.

Turning off the shower heads, and walking towards the large glass door, Charlie grabs the towels and bath sheets. She snaps the sheet open then hands one of the towels to her friend. Maddi steps into the unfolded bath sheet and wraps up tight. She then wraps her hair as Charlie does the same. Both stepped out and onto the plush towel rug and sighed heavily and burst into peels of laughter. They hugged and separated: Maddi to her vanity and Charlie to dry off and re-dress. Charlie made quick work of putting her uniform on and French braiding her still- partially wet hair.

When she returned, she noticed Maddi had put on some light make-up. Pulling out the brushes, she went to work on Madeline's mane. She smoothed the silken-ing agent through and began brushing from the bottom. Maddi closed her eyes and again, letting Charlie's fingers work their magic her. Finally pulling the brush through, she pulled out the styling combs and went to work parting and curling sections. The sound of doors opening and closing brought them both out their reverie.



Daddy's Girl Ch. 02



"Very good, little girl, Daddy is pleased," you whisper to me. I'm practically glowing between the praise and the intense orgasms You gave me. My pussy is overflowing with your essence and I feel your cock slip out of me as you lean heavily between my open thighs. Your hand is still kneading my left tit possessively as aftershocks cause me to shiver beneath you. Eventually you stand back and I begin to close my legs but you put your hands on my knees and hold them open. I blush as you inform me, "Daddies like to admire their work baby girl." And then you proceed to watch as your cum leaks from my stretched hole and down my ass crack.

You reach out your hand and use a finger to push some of your hot spunk up inside my ass. I flinch and whimper at the invasion into my virgin ass. You know that I fantasize about having your huge, hard cock invade that hole, but also that I am reluctant to give in to that fantasy. With that in mind you play gently, using our cum to make my hole nice and slick. Once your finger slides easily in and out you add a second, holding me still and comforting me with your free hand on my belly. You murmur comforting words. "That's my girl." "Just relax baby girl." Sometimes you reach up to rub my clit and then back to my loosening ass.

You pull your hand away, leaving me feeling oddly empty and I moan at the lack of stimulation. I was just beginning to enjoy the fullness in my forbidden hole. You help me up, and I watch as you lift a wedge shaped pillow onto the bed. You help me back up and over the wedge, leaving my ass upturned to you. You proceed to wrap the restraints attached to the bed's corners onto my ankles and wrists. I pull at them a little, you see that I'm rapidly getting nervous. With a firm hand you slap my ass. "Listen to me little girl, this is not your decision," you say, "You can use your safe word and leave my home, or you can relax and let me show you how Daddy fucks his little girls tight, sweet ass."

You know that I have no intention of leaving your home and you watch as I take several calming breaths. Once I seem to have myself under control you reach for the lube and coat yourself in it. "I haven't gagged you girl, because I want to hear your natural reactions," you tell me. "Sometimes I will wish you to be quiet and endure what I give, but in this case, scream or cry out if you need. Your sounds will be music to my ears."

With that I feel you press your slippery manhood against my unused asshole. You push firmly and the greased head pops inside. I moan and grunt. You feel so huge, too big. I moan loudly and fist my hands, "Please Daddy, it's too much." "It isn't," you tell me, "it's just perfect sweetheart." You moan and push again, watching as a couple more inches spread my tight ass open. I'm writing on the bed beneath you, but unable to escape as you pull back and rut into me. I scream as I feel your thighs on the backs of my legs. "I'm all the way in," you say and stroke my hair. "Such a good little girl, baby." I'm moaning and screaming as you hold me tightly down, keeping your cock buried inside my asshole, forcing me to adjust to it.

I'm sure you're ripping me apart as you start to move, the pain is excruciating. "Please Daddy, please stop, please take it out," I pant. You pump inside me a few more times before driving deep and holding it in as you reach around to my pussy lips. You push them open and find my clit. I scream out and you feel my pussy and ass clench as you begin to rub and twist my clit. "Oh, my baby girl likes that," you say, chuckling. You begin to stroke in and out deeply as I unconsciously grind against you, your hand playing with my body like a pro.

Soon I am screaming and moaning and humping back against your thrusts. My pussy and ass clamp down, my tight ass rippling around your cock as I cum. As my orgasm subsides you push my hips down into the pillow under me and start pounding my ass at a painful rhythm. You shove deeper and harder than ever as I cry out in pain. With one final lunge into my tightness you explode. I feel spurt after spurt of hot cum fill my asshole, hear the squishing sound as you continue fucking your orgasm out.

You fall onto me praising my tight ass, telling me it's the sweetest ass you've ever had. You pull out your cock and climb around to my face, presenting me with your slimy, cum and ass covered, cock. You grab my hair and command me to open, slapping my cheeks lightly when I hesitate. "Open your facecunt and clean your Master." I still do not open. "You will clean your mess from my cock, whore," you look down at me. I am disgusted but open my mouth, knowing I have no choice. Your softening cock shoves in deeply, still managing to choke me. You use my hair to pump into my face. When you're clean to your satisfaction you pull out and pat my head. "Very good, little girl, your Daddy is pleased."

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Daddy's Girl Ch. 02



All parties involved are 18 or older.

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I woke up to my room filled with soft sun light. My body aching from the night before, I couldn't wait to see what Daddy had in store for me. The blankets landed on the floor as I sprang from my bed and headed to my closet. I tug the door open and grab the first outfit, a long white t-shirt and black leggings. I quickly pull them on and finger comb my long brown hair. 

I rush out of the door to my room and toward the living room, Daddy's in his favorite chair reading the paper. I stay in the doorway, silently admiring him as my body starts to react. He folds the paper in half and looks up to meet my gaze. "Good morning Princess," he says in a low voice. 

"Good morning Daddy." I smile and walk towards him. Daddy's eyes devour my body as I step in front of him, his hands grip tightly into the arms of his chair. I lean forward and slip my fingers into his hair, "A very good morning, Daddy," I whisper before I press my lips against his. His tongue slips between my lips as I move to straddle his legs. Daddy's hands release the chair and he grasps my hips, pulling me closer to him. He breaks our kiss to moan softly. I tug on his hair, moving his head back so I can press my lips against his neck. I inhale Daddy's familiar scent as he presses me firmly against the bulge that's forming in his pants. 

A moan escapes my lips as he rubs against my pulsating center. I dig my teeth into his warm inviting neck, tasting his sweat as he grinds my hips against himself. Daddy slips one of his hands from my hips and tangles it in my hair, pulling me back he crushes his mouth to mine. I let my hands slide from his hair and grab the bottom of my shirt, tugging it up and breaking his kiss for only a moment to toss it onto the floor. I moan into his mouth as he releases my hip and tugs at my leggings.

Daddy pulls his lips from mine, "Princess, get those damn pants off."

"Yes Daddy" I say breathlessly. Shakily moving from his lap to slip them off. I step free of the fabric and reach for his shirt.

"Not this time baby." Daddy pushes quickly out of his chair and wraps his arms around me and lifting. He carries me over to the couch and lets my feet touch the floor. I feel his arms loosen as one hand travels up my spine to wrap in my hair, his other hand moves from my back around to his belt buckle. Daddy tugs my hair and spins me around so I'm facing the couch, I feel him press against the back of my head, forcing me to bend over the arm. My body is trembling with desire as I hear the sound of him removing his leather belt.

"You're going to be Daddy's good girl from now on, aren't you Princess?" I open my mouth to answer him as I hear a faint whistle, I gasp as his belt slaps against my bare bottom. "You have a beautiful ass baby," Daddy says as he moves to swing again. I feel the sharp sting of the leather on my flesh and I moan, letting the pain fuel the fire burning inside of my body. My back arches and I spread my legs wide, waiting for the next slap. The leather smacks down, harder than before and I cry out, my body tenses as wetness starts to drip from between my thighs.

I hear Daddy drop his belt to the floor, followed by the soft rustle of his jeans dropping. "You're going to learn who owns you," he growls as I feel him move behind me. I press my abused bottom higher into the air.

"I'm yours Daddy. I'm your good little girl," I say, panting. Daddy's hand slaps down and starts to squeeze my cheeks. He presses his hard head against my opening and I moan, waiting for him to fill me. Suddenly he moves, pulling my hair and slamming his rigid cock deep inside of my drenched slit. A loud moan escapes my lips as he shoves deeper, my knees start to buckle as his grip tightens on my butt. 

Daddy starts to viciously fuck me as I dig my fingers into the worn material. My moans become louder as my body begins to shake, the pleasure almost unbearable as Daddy keeps pressing deeper. "Daddy! Fuck your dirty little girl, make me cum Daddy." I shout as he pulls harder on my hair. My eyes close as my body explodes, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me.

I feel Daddy press hard into my drenched pussy with a low growl, his body tenses as he fills me with his hot cum. He leans forward to rest his forehead against my back, both of us gasping for air. Outside a car door slams. Daddy pulls quickly away from my naked bottom. He slaps my ass, "Grab your things and head to your room." With a smile and a quick wink he grabs his pants and walks to the bathroom. I quickly snatch my clothes and dash toward my room as the front door swings open.