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Daddy's Princess

By: hellbound_heart



At the age of eighteen You had took me in when i had no where else to go, You was like the dad i had never had. Over the past six years id drifted from place to place and when the job at the local store working at night came available i didn't think id get it but tried and to my surprise i did get it. Working the late shift was when we met, You came in for some groceries and we got chatting. You came in regularly from then on and i did not hesitate to say yes when You offered to take me out for a coffee.

From the beginning i told You everything, my age and my upbringing, You were so easy to talk to and You asked where i lived. Blushing and lowering my eyes i told You of the room i had in a house that was full of drunks and junkies. You offered me the spare room in Your house rent free but i would be more like Your house keeper than a lodger and i had to promise to enrol back in school. You let me have time to think it over and although i wanted to jump at the offer straight away i let You know a month later.

Once we had moved in my things You took me to the local school and enrolled me, we then went shopping and You brought me my uniform and some other items of clothing and i promised to pay You back with my wages from the store. You just smiled and we headed home, once there i raced upstairs to try on my uniform. Standing in front of the mirror i giggled as the skirt barely covered my thighs and the shirt and jumper were very figure hugging.

That was six months ago, things were going great id stopped working at the store as it did not fit in well with my house chores and school work. None of my friends from school ever asked about You and i never really spoke a lot about You at school. So when this afternoon i brought Suzie my best friend home i did not expect You to be home till later. Suzie and i were in the kitchen getting a drink when You pull up in Your truck and enter the kitchen. 

"Good afternoon Ladies." You smile.

" Hi Dave i was not expecting You home till later so i asked Suzie to come round to revise." i quickly explained.

"That's ok princess your friends are always welcome to come over." You walk over to the fridge and retrieve a bottle of beer and smile at Suzie and i as You leave.

"Omg you call your Daddy by his first name?" Suzie gasps.

"Well erm He's erm..." i splutter, turning away i blush and change the subject.

Half an hour later Suzie departs and i go down to start dinner, as i prepare the meal i drift of into a world of my own. If Suzie thought You was my Daddy did everyone else? 

"Princess?" Your hand touches my shoulder and i jump bringing myself back to reality.

"Oh sorry Dave was just thinking. Did You want anything?" 

"What was you thinking about you were very deep in thought princess."

"It was something Suzie said, she thinks You are my Daddy." i look at You.

"Come sit with me in the living room princess and we can discuss this. It seems to be bothering you." You take my hand and we go to the living room.

Once inside You sit in Your chair and pat Your knee for me to sit and without hesitation i sit. 

"Does it bother you that people think I'm your Daddy?"

"Well erm i've not thought about it till now but well...no it doesn't but does it bother You?" 

"No princess it doesn't, makes me proud to think people think you are Mine. If you wish to you could always call me Daddy if that makes you feel any better."

"Ohh well..." i stutter "Id like that very much Daddy." i giggle as i say it.

"Ok princess Daddy it is." You stroke the hair from of my face.

Lifting my head i kiss Your cheek but You have moved Your head and our lips connect. You dart Your tongue against my lips and i open my mouth and our tongues tangle. Your hands run over my bare thighs and up to the hem of my short skirt, letting out a whimper i pull away from You and look into Your eyes.

"Daddy..."

"I'm sorry princess." You push me aside and head for Your room.

Watching You leave i feel a weird sensation in the pit of my stomach, between my legs feels so wet against my white panties. Hearing Your bedroom door slam i sit briefly in Your chair wondering what to do, wondering if i had upset You. Heading for Your door i pause and knock, no reply so i open the door and poke my head round to find You naked on Your bed stroking Your hard cock.

You look up and our eyes met, i walk over to Your bed and You stop and release Your cock. Looking down at it hard and erect i reach out and encircle my fingers around it, feeling it jump slightly at my touch. You cover my fingers with Yours and our eyes meet again as our fingers start to move up and down on Your cock.

"Ohh princess," You moan "are you sure?"

"Yes Daddy." i reply.

You remove Your fingers and watch as my fingers slowly move over Your cock, Your moans more frequent and breathe rasped.

"Princess have you done this before?"

"No Daddy im still a virgin." i say proudly as i know most of my friends are not.

You reach down and move my hand from Your cock, You pat the bed next to You and i scamper up next to You. Slowly You move Your hands up and down over my thighs and i let out a whimper as that feeling forms in my stomach again. Running Your fingers up to my panties and over the front and between my thighs, we both moan. You remove Your fingers and start to unbutton my blouse, dipping Your head You run Your tongue over the exposed flesh and down to the top of my white lace bra.

Reaching behind me You unclip my bra and dispose of both my bra and shirt, goose bumps appearing on my flesh with excitement and anticipation. Dipping Your head You trail Your tongue all over my nipple and breast, with Your other hand You cup my other breast and start to stroke and pinch it and my nipple. Whimpering and arching into Your hand and mouth that feeling in my stomach seems to of moved a little lower inside me. As Your tongue and teeth tease my nipple You slide Your other hand down to my panty covered pussy, running Your finger over and then along the waistband. Writhing against You i moan as Your fingers slip inside and move over my pussy lips. 

"Ohh baby girl.." You gasp as Your fingers trace over my pussy lips.

Instinctively i part my thighs for You and this brings a growl from Your lips, You slide Your finger along my wet pussy lips up to my clit. As Your finger slides over it i let out a loud whimper and my body jerks.

"Ohhh Daddy ohh..that makes a strange feeling in me." i splutter.

"That's ok princess I promise that whatever I do you will enjoy it and beg for more." 

With that You slowly and teasingly move Your finger over my clit, my body writhing and bucking under You. You lick Your tongue down to my waist and remove Your hand from my panties, lifting Your fingers to Your mouth You suckle on them. 

"Mmmm princess you taste good, now lift your hips and let Daddy see His baby girl."

Lifting my hips up You unzip and remove my skirt and slowly almost teasing Yourself as You pull down my panties to expose my hairless pussy.

"My my baby girl where's the hair gone?" You growl as You lower Your head and kiss my pussy lips.

"Ohhh Daddy pussy's are shaved hairless these days." i giggle. 

Growling You dart Your tongue over my hairless pussy, arching and moaning as Your tongue teases me. Your tongue tip runs over my clit and my hips jerk forward against You, You do this a few times and my moans get louder as the sensation inside heightens. You lick down to the opening of my pussy and start to dart Your tongue in and out, gripping hold of Your shoulders as my body trembles and rocks. 

"That's it princess cum for Daddy ohhhh yesss mmmm." 

Pushing my hips down my pussy spasms on Your tongue and i cum, the sensation deep within washing over my body leaving me gasping for breathe. You lap Your tongue at my pussy and lick my cum into Your mouth.

"OHHH Daddy ohhhh what was that Daddy ohh it felt sooo good Daddy ohm." 

"That my princess was your body reacting to Me, its called cumming and I plan to have you doing it a few times today."

"Ohh yes please Daddy it feels sooo good Daddy. Does Daddy cum?"

"Yes Daddies cum baby girl. You never cum before or seen a man cum?" You ask as You lick and suck on my clit.

"N n n no Daddy today was first time i've seen a mans cock." i reply innocently.

Growling You suck harder on my clit taking it between Your teeth and running Your tongue tip over it, my body spasming again as i cum.

"OHHHH DADDYYYY" i cry out lifting my hips up.

"That's it baby girl ohhh yess that's it let the feeling wash over your sweet body."

You remove Your mouth and smile down at me, Your hard cock rubbing against my leg. You start to stroke Your cock again and i watch as some pre cum forms on the tip, wanting to know how it tastes i dip my head and flick my tongue over the tip and we both moan. Closing my mouth over the tip i start to suck it like a lollypop, swirling my tongue over Your cock.

"Stop baby girl ohhh God stop or I'm gonna cum." You gasp.

Moving my head of Your cock i look at You with quizzical eyes, licking my lips tasting You on them.

"D did i do it wrong Daddy?" i ask.

"No princess ohh no you did it wonderfully but Daddy wants His princess to cum on His cock. Do you understand what I'm wanting baby?" 

"Yyes Daddy i think so. Daddy will it hurt?" i ask with a look of fear in my eyes.

"Princess yes it will at first but Daddy promises to go slowly and I promise that it will only hurt briefly."

"Ok Daddy."

You move between my thighs and position Your cock against my wet pussy, slowly You push Your hard cock into me.

"ohh Daddy that hurts ohh Daddyyyyy please Daddy." i beg as You push further into me.

"Shhhh baby girl it's ok, not much now. Relax and it will be all over soon." 

Biting my bottom lip i try to relax as You push fully into me, You kiss me as You start to slowly move Your cock in and out of my pussy. Each thrust pushing Your cock deeper into me, Your breathe getting rasped as You quicken Your thrusts.

"Ohhh yesss ohhh God baby your sooo tight ohhhh yess ohhhh princess ohhh."

"Daddy im cumming Daddy ohh Daddy it feels soo good ohhh don't stop Daddy please."

Lifting my ass and hips up to meet You as i cum on Your cock, my pussy spasming on Your cock sends Your cock into spasms as You shoot Your cum deep inside me.

"OHHHH YESSSSS BABY GIRL YESSSSSS." You thrust deeply into me and collapse on top of me. 

Our lips find each others and kiss deeply, You shift of me and lay next to me taking me in Your arms. Snuggling up close i stroke Your body feeling Your heart beat getting back to normal we both fall asleep.

After a short nap i awake to find You gone, was it all a dream? Moving slightly i let out a whimper as my body aches, moving of Your bed i go looking for You. i find You in Your study. Walking in naked i look at You and we both smile.

" Ok baby girl?" You ask as i stand at Your side.

" Yes Daddy thank You Daddy." i beam.

"Good go fetch me another beer princess please." 

Padding out to the kitchen i wonder if it was just a one of or if it will happen again, retrieving the beer and heading back i hear You on the phone so i quietly enter. You pat Your lap for me to sit and i do, snuggling into You as You finish Your call. You reposition me so my legs are on top of Yours, and spread Your legs and mine. Wriggling against You as You start to play with my pussy, whimpering and resting back against You enjoying Your touch. 

Jerking against You i look down as You push the empty beer bottle neck into my pussy, slowly You push it in and out. Grinding against You as my orgasm builds again i start to whimper and moan.

"Ohh Daddy ohhh yes Daddy ohhh yess." 

You thrust it in harder and faster rubbing Your thumb against my clit, my hips bucking as my orgasm explodes on the inserted bottle.

"DADDYYYYYY OHHHHHHHHHHHHH DADDYYYYYYYYYY."

"That's it baby girl. Let it all out." You pull out the bottle and flick Your tongue over it.

Sitting on Your lap with Your arms wrapped around me holding me safely i know that tonight was the beginning of a new and exciting future.

Daddy's Princess



This story features the love of a father and daughter; please be aware before reading. It is told from the viewpoint of a very innocent teen. All individuals are consensual and at least eighteen years old. 

***** ***** *****

Sprawled across the soft sofa, sharing a blanket with my older brother David, I casually flipped channels as the wind blew outside and the shows rambled on. It was an atypical weeknight in our suburban home. Mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner; daddy was still away on business, and David... was annoying.

"Don't you have homework to do, creep?" I questioned loudly, hoping our mom would hear and force my older sibling to the demented hole he called a room. 

"Whadaya gonna do about it, Abby?" he answered with a growl, kicking me underneath the covers and swiping the remote. 

"Hey! I was watching that!" I exclaimed angrily, though I had no idea what show had even been playing. Only a year apart, David and I never got along. 

"The hell you were, cow," he replied, turning the set to MTV.

We were near opposites; I was the "good-girl" type, which David continually teased me for, while he spent far too many hours in detention. Neither of us was much for sports, though I did make it on the cheerleading squad at the beginning of my senior year. However, it proved to be too time-consuming with my other activities and I dropped it before Christmas holiday. 

Despite my achievements and activities, I was the archetypal loner. I spent much of my free time with my nose buried in a book in some dusty corner of the local library. 

I had struggled through puberty as my body turned on itself. Once a gangly little girl, I'd filled out and sprouted curves almost overnight. I'd become embarrassed of my looks and shunned myself from my peers.

Irritated, I threw the blanket off and stormed to the kitchen. 

"Helen, you'll have to figure it out on your own, I'm a little busy right now." I groaned.

Helen was mom's newest paralegal and had kept her life torturous since she was hired. As leading attorney, all mom's time was spent averting some law office disaster. She was consistently burdened with depositions and cases, leaving dad to raise the kids... at least when he wasn't on business trips. It was a frustrating situation for the entire family, though it seemed especially hard on daddy. 

"Mom," I hinted quietly, pointing to the stove as a pan of water began bubbling over.

"Not now, Abby!" she whispered sternly, slapping my hand away. She'd never been much of a housewife, and could barely make coffee. 

My parents met in their mid-twenties at a single's retreat, but married out of necessity when mom became pregnant with my brother. It was a marriage based solely on obligation. 

As David got older, he sort of fell away from mom and dad. My brother spent nearly all his time with his friends, and he saw our parents as a means to an end. 

But daddy and I had a special bond. Until the past year, dad had been the homemaker while we grew up. He spent his time cooking, cleaning, going to PTA meetings, helping with homework, and taking us to school functions. 

I spent every afternoon with him; he'd become my best friend. It was a wonderful time for us, but that world crumbled away when he was forced to get a job to make ends meet. I felt I was losing him. Mom, of course, believed it was for the best and said I'd become too dependent. 

Dinner was finished, the dishes were washed and dried, and we all burrowed ourselves in our rooms for the rest of the evening. 

It was late and as the house quieted under the weight of another Monday night, I sat alone in my bedroom. The smell of dinner still wafted through the house, drenching the fabrics with an aroma mimicking a landfill.

Posters of far-away locations littered my walls, while college catalogues were strewn across my desk. A motor kicked on and heat began radiating through my bedroom vents. 

Already warm, I moved to my window and opened it to let in a bit of the winter evening air. I found myself standing before the full-length mirror, looking at my frame as the breeze swirled around the room. 

Staring, I suddenly felt very curious of the girl reflected back. Slowly, I pulled up my loose, white-cotton tee to just under my bust, further exposing my pink plaid pajama bottoms and bare torso. I examined myself, noticing every flaw and freckle in my pale, eighteen-year-old body. 

Deftly, my fingers rolled across my abdomen, and I silently wished I were different. My shirt dropped as my hands cupped my breasts. I was ashamed of the '32B' that was printed on the tags of my bras. I could remember when my chest was completely flat and I stood taller than the boys. 

A soft tap at my open door startled me and I whirled around. 

"Hey princess," came a gruff voice in the darkness. 

"Daddy!" I called, genuinely happy to see him. Nearly in tears at his homecoming, I ran to his side. 

"Ugh," he groaned as my arms snaked around his waist, hugging him as hard as I could. "I'm happy to see you too, Abby."

"I didn't know you were coming home tonight," I murmured, burying my face in his striped button-down shirt. 

He pulled me in close, his protective hands holding my head, and his fingers twisting in my long brunette strands as I quietly sank into his touch. With adoration, my blue eyes gazed up at him in the shadowed doorway. 

"I wanted to surprise you," he said in a tender voice, gently pushing me to arm's length. He leaned back into the hall and I heard a rustle from a plastic bag. "I got these for you, sweetheart," he offered, producing a bouquet of a dozen pink roses. 

I giggled at the sight, gingerly taking them from him. I hugged the flowers dearly, smelling the sweet fragrance that lifted from the velvet folds. "They're beautiful, daddy! And they're my favorite color! Thank you."

He smiled warmly, watching me treat the gift as if it were a precious gem. It wasn't until then I noticed his dark goatee was ashen and untrimmed, his brown eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were wrinkled, holding creases from the long flight he'd just experienced. His body seemed to carry the weight of the world. 

"Daddy, you should head to bed," I ordered sternly, though the command must have been amusing coming from my petite form. At six feet and one inch, dad towered over me by a solid foot and my slim structure paled in comparison to his toned, though not hulking, body. 

Exhausted, he nodded. "You're right, pumpkin. Hop into bed and I'll tuck you in." Noticing the flowers still in my hand, he added, "I'll put your roses in some water for you."

I reluctantly surrendered my present and then pulled myself into my soft pink sheets. 

"Good night, baby," he whispered while kissing my forehead and pulling the daisy comforter to my chin. 

"Good night, daddy," I said in a low voice as he walked to the door, the pink blossoms dangling from his hand.

"Sleep well, princess. I love you."

"I love you, too, daddy."

***** ***** *****

The warm sun cascaded through my powdered curtains; I awoke with a smile, still giddy that daddy was home. I dressed with purpose, carefully picking out my day's attire.

I wanted to wear something pretty to highlight the good mood I was in. I chose a new skirt I'd bought last week; it fell to my knee and was mostly green with a bright yellow flower that decorated the hem. I paired it with a long sleeve, pale gold blouse that tightly laced at the sides. Heeled brown boots completed the ensemble. 

I could smell breakfast cooking as I skipped down the stairs. 

"Morning daddy," I beamed, leaning close for a kiss as he cooked pancakes at the stove. 

"Morning princess," he responded with a smile, offering his cheek. His peripheral vision caught side of my wardrobe and I could see his surprise. "Sweetie, you look beautiful."

"Do you like it?" I asked, holding up the sides of the skirt and twirling in the middle of the kitchen. 

"You look like an ass," David grumbled from beneath his parka, a portable video game system beeping in his hands. 

"Be nice," daddy warned, skillfully flipping breakfast onto a plate. "You look so grown up this morning, Abby. What's the occasion?"

I took a seat at the bar and twirled my curled hair in my fingers. "Oh, I'm just excited that someone special is home," I teased in a childlike tone, flashing a huge grin. After three weeks away, I still couldn't believe he was back. 

"Sweetie, mom has to work late tonight, so I was thinking that we could go see a movie when you get home from school today. What do ya think?" he asked eagerly, placing pancakes before my brother and me. "You're welcome to come too, David."

My brother scoffed. "Yeah right. I'm heading to Jason's after fourth period," he said to no one in particular. Standing, he made his way out of the kitchen. 

"Be home by cur-" dad began, but David was already out of the room. He sighed. "Well, how 'bout it, kiddo?"

"Sounds great!" I exclaimed, taking a bite of the fluffy pancake. Daddy and I talked about the past few weeks. I asked about his trip, he told me of the sites he saw, he asked about mom and David, I told him we were just as dysfunctional as always. 

My bus arrived and he kissed me warmly on the forehead. "See ya after school," he hollered and waved as I left. 

***** ***** *****

As I rode home, butterflies danced in my stomach. Each curvy road, every drawn-out stop, brought me closer to daddy. I was confused and didn't know what the feelings were I felt. 

The bus finally arrived at my house and I jumped off, excited about my date. Daddy greeted me from the front door, a wide smile stretched across his face. 

I noticed a distinct change in his appearance from the night before. His clothes looked clean and pressed, and the khakis and sweater with dress shirt underneath looked especially nice against his tanned complexion. His short hair and goatee were trimmed and styled. As I got closer, I could smell his cologne as it drifted through the yard. 

He held his arms out to me. "Daddy!" I yelled, throwing myself around him excitedly. He hugged me hard, pulling me close. 

"How was school?" dad asked, pulling away from the embrace and heading into the house. 

"Boring!" I exclaimed emphatically. "I couldn't stop thinking about our movie date and the day simply dragged on and on," I dramatized, tossing my bag to the floor. 

Daddy laughed at my performance and grabbed the car keys from the counter. "Well then, I shant keep the princess waiting," he joked, bowing deeply before me. I curtsied in response and giggled at his gesture. 

"Milady," he motioned to the door. "Your carriage awaits."

Fifteen minutes later, and he'd already purchased the tickets to a monster movie. I had hoped he'd remembered that I hated creepy movies. 

Laden with popcorn and soda, we trudged up the theater stairs and picked the middle seats in the empty back row. The film started slow, but adjusted pace and soon filled with lots of gore and violence. I jumped and grabbed daddy at every scary moment and he affectionately wrapped his arm around me and held me close. 

In the end, the good guy won and the bad guy was killed on some unknown planet. Chatting about the lame special effects and how the main character reminded us of my great uncle Sal, we drove home. 

"Thanks for the date, daddy," I said as we pulled into the driveway. I leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek before hopping out of the car. 

Mom was home early and had wrecked the house. "Jill?" dad called when he walked through the entry. "Where are you?"

She rushed out of the laundry room, a pile of clothes in her arms. "Michael, have you seen my black suit? The one I wore to my cousin's wedding?" she hurriedly bit out as she made her way to their bedroom. 

"It's hanging in your vanity. What's going on?" daddy asked as we followed her. A suitcase was opened on the bed, already full. 

"I've been called out of town for work."

We were surprised. Mom was her own boss and managed a few employees. She never left. 

"Why?" daddy wanted to know, absently folding the clothes she threw to the bed. 

"One of my cases just went national and I have to get to L.A. tonight," she explained, tossing shoes from her closet. 

"But, what about your family? And my job? What about your other clients? How long will you be gone?" dad questioned. 

"Michael," she sighed loudly, stopping to stare at him in frustration. "For now, I'll be gone a week; Helen's going to cover for me at the office until I get back. And you'll be able to quit your job and take care of the family," she said with contempt. "Isn't that what you want?" It was the most contact I had seen between my parents in years. 

"Abby, go to your room honey. Mom and I need to talk privately," dad told me, moving me to the door. It shut with a thud and I spent the rest of the afternoon tucked away, thinking of how daddy was all mine while mom was away. 

***** ***** *****

We spent the week together going to movies, jogging in the park, and having picnics in the car on the colder days. Soon it was Friday and I was headed home for the long weekend, eager for another date with daddy. 

I'd skipped my last two classes of the day and gone shopping for a new outfit at the local outlet. Finding clothes that highlighted my maturity while emphasizing the feelings I was slowly discovering was difficult, but eventually I purchased what I hoped would work. I tucked the bag into my backpack and I was thankful they'd built the stores so close to school. 

I pushed the front door open and called for dad. 

"It's not time for you to be home already, is it?" he asked, sprinting from the hallway. "I just got off the phone with mom. She said she misses you and loves you and wants me to make sure you're keeping up with the college registration deadlines."

"I am, I am," I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"And David called; looks like he's spending the weekend at Jason's again. His band even has a gig next week, too," dad added. I hated my brother's music, but at least it kept him out of the house. 

"So it's just you and me tonight, huh daddy?"

"Guess so, princess," he beamed, looking pleased. "What did you want to do?"

I thought for a moment, trying to think of something perfect. "Hmm, let's stay in, watch movies all night, and order a pizza!"

"Sure thing, I'll call for delivery. You want anchovies, right?" he joked, picking up the phone and dialing. 

I pretended to choke, gasping for air at the thought of greasy fish covering the cheesy dish and he laughed. 

A little while later we settled in to watch the first movie, a teen-comedy-spoof. We ate pizza, made fun of the villain, and groaned at the obvious puns. As the film finished, night had fallen and the house darkened. 

I suddenly remembered the outfit I'd left in my bag and forgotten to wear. "Daddy, I'm going to go change," I called into the kitchen as he cleaned up the mess. 

"Okay, pumpkin. Hurry back and we'll watch that new thriller." I bolted to my room.

My heart was beating fast as I thought about what I was doing; I tore open my backpack and grabbed the clothes. I left my bra and panties on, but stripped everything else off. 

I stepped into the skirt. It fell at about my mid-thigh and was much shorter than anything else I'd worn around daddy. Black with hot pink stripes crisscrossing the front, and three snaps on each seam to hold it around my hips; the sales clerk guaranteed me it looked amazing. I didn't really believe her, but it was different than my normal attire.

I added the bright pink shirt with short ruffled sleeves and buttons up the back. Next, black, chunky, Mary Jane heels adorned my feet, posing in stark contrast to my light skin. I tied a black satin ribbon around my neck as a choker, fashioning it into a small bow on the side. My hair was left down and straight, and my long bangs were swept to the side. A quick make-up check and I was ready. 

The mirror showed me a girl I'd never met before. She looked brazen and exotic, not a mouse who hid in the corner. "You look fantastic," I repeated the sales girl's words, trying to convince myself and rationalize my insecurities. 

With a shaky hand, I opened my door and headed downstairs. 

"It's about time," he teased, hearing me trod down. "What took so long?"

I rounded the corner and stood in front of him, feeling very exposed. He was speechless, staring at me from the couch, his eyes wide. 

"Do- do you like it?" I stammered, afraid he'd chastise my look and hate me. 

"What's, ah, I mean, why did you- where..." he sputtered, not really saying anything. "Yeah, I like it," he finally announced. 

Feeling brave, I approached him, grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast, then kissed daddy. Pressed firm against him, I parted my lips and my tongue darted out, caressing his. 

He wrenched his hand from my chest and held me away. "What the hell are you doing?" he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

Tears filled my eyes and I was scared, knowing I'd behaved wrongly. "I, I want you, daddy. Don't you want me?" I sniffed, covering myself as best as I could. I felt ridiculous.

Several minutes went by as he paced the living room. "Of course I want you," he said at last. "But- it's, it's wrong, Abby. We can't. You're my daughter, and, and-" He couldn't say more, dumbfounded at the situation. 

"Is it because I'm ugly, daddy? I'm not pretty like the other girls? I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry," I sobbed, throwing myself on the couch. 

"Oh darling," he began softly, watching me cry. "You're an angel, a gorgeous princess to be revered and worshipped. I've often thought about you in... well, in inappropriate ways and of course I've wondered what it would be like to- um, to be with you like that." 

His admittance was startling; I didn't know he'd fantasized about me before, though it seemed obvious now from the special touches and comments he'd given me through the years. 

He crouched on the floor, staring at me, stroking my thigh reassuringly. "Have you really thought about it, baby? Are you sure it's something you want, I mean from me?"

"It is, daddy. I really want this," I promised decisively. 

Daddy waited and thought. "Okay," he whispered eventually, his voice catching in his throat at the simple word. 

I was sexually inept and very inexperienced. "I've- I've never been with a boy, daddy," I mumbled, embarrassed at my innocence. My eyes stared at the floor, refusing to see the disappointment I was sure he had. 

He sat down on the couch beside me and stroked my back understandingly. "It's okay, princess. We'll go slow," he explained calmly. "You know, we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

I knew he was hesitant and wondering if we should cross this last boundary that separated the forbidden.

"No, I want to, I just don't know how," I responded with a bit more confidence. 

Daddy was quiet for a moment, then I felt his hand slide further down my back. It teetered on the bottom hem of my blouse, fingering the last button on the back. I turned away from him, giving daddy a better angle. One by one, the buttons were undone and soon the shirt slipped from my shoulders. 

Momentarily ashamed of my body, I pulled the small piece of fabric across my chest, hiding the white-lace bra that carefully held my breasts. 

"You're beautiful," he admonished, tugging at the shirt in my hands. "I've thought that for years, everyone has. I don't know why you can't see it."

He stood and pulled me to my feet. Confused, I followed him to his bedroom. He lit the candles that ornamented the shelves and tables, casting the area in a subtle, romantic glow. Then, he positioned me in front of the full-length mirror that covered mom's closet door.




Daddy's Princess



 (Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. I welcome any and all feedback. It's why I write! Enjoy.)

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Tom Sanders whistled a tune as he sped along the shady street headed towards home. The window was down, allowing the warm, fresh air to flow in while he tapped his fingers along with the song playing on the radio. 

The handsome, 40 year old corporate executive had taken off early from work today, too excited to concentrate on his duties. Today was a special day, for his "princess", Kate, was coming home from school.

Tom's whole world rotated around his daughter. His wife had died of cancer when Kate was only 3 and since that time he had doted on the girl incessantly. The demands of raising a child by himself while climbing the corporate ladder were tough, but he wouldn't trade the closeness that they had forged for anything. While he was only 25 when his wife died, Tom had never remarried. Sure, he had dated quite a bit and was even engaged at one point, but his fiancés' indifference towards his then adolescent daughter had ended the relationship. He didn't feel cheated or resentful about his lot in life, feeling that it was as full and rewarding as he could hope for. 

Whipping his SUV into the drive, he hopped out and hurried up the sidewalk, his long legs eating up the space. Tom kept himself in shape, swimming laps in their pool, and his 6'2 frame reflected his adherence to healthy living. He still weighed the 190 lbs he had graduated college with and he still had all of his thick brown hair, though flecks of gray were beginning to sneak into the temples. Dropping his keys on the foyer table, he walked through the spacious home, making sure everything was in order. He chuckled to himself at his excitement, but it had been almost nine months since he had seen Kate.

The Sanders' home was on the West Coast and when Kate had chosen Princeton for university, he'd known that visits home would be few and far between. He hadn't counted on Kate making so many friends so fast, so when she'd had the opportunity to go skiing over Christmas break, he had to fight back his disappointment at not getting to see her. And of course, at spring break, she'd gone down to Cancun for the week. Satisfied that everything was in order, he went to the bathroom before he had to leave to pickup Kate at the airport.

Leaving the downstairs bath, he was startled to hear the front door shut, but his spirits lifted hearing a cheery, "Dad! I'm home!" Fighting the urge to run to her, Tom smiled widely and turned the corner towards the front door. There, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, stood his daughter, surrounded by luggage. 

"I got an early flight and took a cab, Daddy," Kate said, then laughed out loud at the expression on her father's face.

"I...I...who are you and what have you done with my princess?" Tom finally managed, so shocked was he by Kate's transformation during the school year. Gone was the skinny, gangly teenager, replaced by a taller, still slender woman. She'd let her hair grow out. It now hung down past her shoulders, still a rich brown, but with highlighted streaks through it. Gone too were her glasses, replaced presumably with contacts, that he couldn't remember paying for. Her brown eyes twinkled as she giggled and twirled in place before her father. She was wearing a simple T-shirt and high cut running shorts with flip flops. 

Tom silently noted that Kate had filled out in all the areas young women did. Her hips were curvier, her waist still tiny, leading up to her now developed chest. Kate had always been self-conscious of her lack of breasts as a high schooler, but those days were long gone judging by the healthy set she now sported. Not to say that she was overdeveloped though. They meshed well with the rest of her body, but there was no denying that she had blossomed into a beautiful and, dare he think it, sexy young lady. 

"All grown up, huh, Daddy?" She said, smiling.

Tom's brow furrowed for a second, hearing a clicking sound when she talked. "Kate, what is that sound?"

"Oooops," Kate muttered, her hand covering her mouth, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Sorry dad."

"What is it?" Tom said, stepping towards her. Kate dropped her hand slowly, and then extended her tongue, the silver stud glittering from the middle of her tongue. 

"Katie! What on earth...?" 

"Oh, Dad, it's nothing really. Just something cool to have." She closed her mouth, but still averted her eyes.

Tom sighed. This kind of thing was out of the ordinary for his usually straight laced daughter. She'd always been very demure and non-assuming, not wanting to draw attention to herself. In high school, she had been involved in activities, but always big groups, like band, never sports or cheerleading and such where she would sometimes be front and center. All in all, Kate was a very level headed, mature kid and if a tongue stud was the worst thing she did...well, Tom could live with that. He shook his head and laughed.

"Did it hurt?"

Relieved that her father wasn't angry with her, Kate smiled and again stuck out her tongue, the silver ball clicking off her teeth. "Nah, just for a second."

Tom peered at the bar and stud and immediately thought of the thousands of dollars worth of dental work getting banged around by the stainless steel contraption. "Well, just see if you can find something a little more tooth friendly, will you?"

"Sure Daddy," Kate replied and then rushed forward, wrapping her arms around her father. "I'm so glad to be home Dad."

Her father smiled and wrapped his arms around his daughter, bending his head down and kissing the top of her head. Though she had grown, Kate was still probably 6 inches shorter than her father, her head resting on his chest. Tom was conscious of the soft press of his daughter's breasts against his abdomen. He'd never felt that sensation before with Kate and it suddenly made him feel uncomfortable. He squeezed her tight once more, petted her hair and pulled away. "I like your hair. What you've done with it...what do you call it? Highlighted?"

Kate giggled, a welcome sound to Tom's ears. It had been far too long since that sound had been heard in the home. Kate bent and lifted two of her bags while Tom grabbed the other two, following her up the stairs. "Highlighted, you're correct. At least its not pink or blue streaks Dad. You wouldn't believe what some of the kids at school are into."

She continued chatting animatedly as they entered her room and deposited her bags on the floor.

Tom clapped his hands together and rubbed them briskly back and forth. "Alright, punkin...what do you want to do today? I'm all yours!" Kate smiled and patted her father on the arm.

"Oh Dad, would you be too disappointed if I took a little nap? I'm worn out from the flight and the time change and all." Tom waved his hand dismissively as he backed towards the door.

"'Course not! Take that nap and we'll go out to dinner afterwards, ok?" Kate smiled and leaned up to kiss her father on his cheek.

"Thanks Dad. Wake me in an hour?"

"Sure darling. Have a nice nap." As Tom grasped the door to pull it shut, Kate turned her back and in one swift motion hauled her T over her head, exposing her bare, tan back. Tom swiftly averted his eyes seeing that she was not wearing a bra. He shut the door quickly. Kate had always been averse to bras in high school, but that was before she had blossomed this year. He sighed heavily. Yet another thing that would have been easier for a mom to discuss. He walked down the hall to his own room. Maybe a nap wouldn't be such a bad idea...

Tom groggily opened his eyes, a noise awakening him. He lay on his side and could tell from the light outside that he had slept longer than he intended. He lay atop the comforter, clad only in his boxers.

"Wake up sleepy head! I'm hungry!" Something nudged his foot and Tom realized it was Kate waking him up. He rolled onto his back and wedged himself up on his elbows, seeing Kate at the foot of the bed, grinning at him.

"How...how long did I sleep?"

Kate's smile faltered and she looked down, backing towards the bedroom door. "I...I'll be downstairs when you're ready..." She turned and walked quickly from the room.

"Huh?" Tom thought. Then his eyes spied the reason for Kate's reaction. His penis was jutting out the fly of his boxers, rigid enough to hang laundry off of. "Fuck!" he thought. He already felt like a dirty old man when he'd noted the soft feel of his daughter's body against his when they had hugged. He tried to stuff himself back into his fly and then headed for the bathroom. He wondered what dream had prompted his erection, but then realized he might not want to remember...

Fifteen minutes later, he was dressed in a golf shirt and slacks. Coming down the stairs he called for Kate. Hearing no answer, he glanced out the front door, spying Kate at the wheel of his SUV. He shut and locked the door and walked over, climbing into the passenger seat. She was dressed in a simple blouse and shorts. Without looking at him, she started the car and started backing out.

"I figured I'd better drive in case you were light headed..."

Tom's jaw hit his chest as he turned to look at Kate. Reaching the street she dropped it in drive and gunned it then started giggling.

"It's not funny Katie..."

She stifled her laughter behind her hand and glanced at him. "Impressive Daddy..."

"I said it's not funny Katherine. A girl should never see her father that way."

"Oh, come on Dad. It's not like that's the first..." her voice trailed off as she realized she had tread onto unstable ground. She adjusted the rearview mirror, gripped the wheel with both hands and stared straight ahead.

Tom now turned in his seat, his brow furrowing. "First what Kate?"

Kate took a deep breath, weighing her options. While not a virgin, her sexual experience was pretty limited. Did she tell him "first erection I've seen" or be truthful and admit the rest of the sentence was "first time I've seen you like that"? Either statement made her dizzy with anxiety. The truth might entail her admitting to the many times she had peeked into his bathroom as he showered, fascinated by the long, pink tube dangling between her father's legs or even worse, the time she had spied him stroking himself under the spray of the shower. That had been right before she left for school and the image still burned in her brain.

"I asked you a question Katie," her dad said quietly. "First what?"

Kate glanced at him as her shoulders slumped. "Alright, first erection I've seen..." She immediately felt guilty for lying to her father, though technically it was the truth, just not the whole truth.

Tom's eyes narrowed and he turned back in his seat, looking out the front windshield. He'd had the "talk" with Kate years ago and had always been accessible to her for any questions she might have about boys or sex. One of his sisters had handled the feminine hygiene and menstrual information. He sighed. He shouldn't be surprised. Katie was a gorgeous, 18 year old woman. He would be a fool to think that she had not had at least some sexual experiences. They drove in silence for a while before they both spoke at the same time.

"Kate..."

"Dad..."

They both laughed and glanced at each other. "You first Kate," Tom said.

"Dad...I...I just hope you're not disappointed in me..."

Tom adamantly shook his head. "God, no! Katie, you're a beautiful young woman. Disappointment is the last thing on my mind. I...I just want to make sure you are being careful..."

Kate blushed deeply, glancing at her father. "If you're talking about protection...yes I am being careful Dad."

"Good." Tom was about to continue, but he could tell Kate had more to say. "What is it honey?"

"I'm not some whore dad...I've only been with..."

Tom held up a hand to interrupt his daughter. "I don't need to know Kate. You're a smart girl. I know you make smart choices."

Kate smiled broadly, looking at her father, who was smiling back at her. "Thanks Dad. Whew!" she blew out a deep breath. "That wasn't so hard after all..." she couldn't resist a last jab, "Except for you of course..."

Tom chuckled and playfully smacked Kate on her bare leg and then left it there. He was greatly relieved that the tension in the car was dissipating, so he did not reprimand his daughter for her familiarity. 

Kate was also pleased that the moment had passed, though the presence of her father's big, warm hand on her leg felt oddly exciting. She could feel her nipples hardening underneath her blouse and she mentally admonished herself for not wearing a bra. She wasn't at school anymore. She might want to get back in that habit, unless...

"Daddy?"

"Yes, punkin?"

"Without getting into....details...can I ask you a question?" She held her breath awaiting her father's answer. 

Tom removed his hand, to Kate's disappointment, and turned in his seat, looking seriously at her. "Sure, hon, you know you can ask me anything."

Kate took a deep breath, her face flushing before her question was even asked. "Well...uh...are most guys like you or are they...well...you know..."

Tom's face turned the same bright shade of red as his daughters upon hearing her question. He knew where she was going. Tom had been in enough locker rooms over the years to realize that he was more amply endowed than the average Joe. Soft, he was bigger than most men when they were erect. He hesitated to answer. How are you supposed to answer your 18 year old daughter when they're asking if you have a big dick? While he formed his response, Kate plunged ahead.

"I mean...the guys I've seen...well...they're no where near..."

Tom held up his hand to stop her. "Ok, Katie, I get it. Before I answer, why are you even asking me this?"

Kate's mind's eye pictured her father after his nap, his big cock jutting up stiffly, and then pictured the two different boys she'd slept with while away at school. They're pricks while very stiff and always ready had never really scratched the deep itch she felt between her legs. They'd left her dissatisfied, rubbing herself off after they'd taken their leave. "I don't know daddy. I guess...I...well, I'm just wondering if that's something I need to look for, you know..."

Tom chuckled nervously. "Kate, that's like me picking a mate purely on if she has a big pair of boobs. There's so much more than physical attributes. What about intelligence, humor, tenderness?"

Kate suddenly shivered slightly, realizing she'd just mentally checked off each of those attributes in her father's favor. 

Tom leaned forward and adjusted the air conditioning. "You cold honey?" She must be he thought sickly, noting her stiff nipples underneath her blouse. His paternal side would not allow him to process that this conversation might be exciting his daughter.

"No, I know that a big penis isn't all there is to a man." Tom swallowed thickly, a lump forming in his slacks as well at the matter of fact way Kate was discussing the topic at hand. "Anyway, this probably isn't the kind of topic a daughter and father should be broaching, right?" Part of her desperately wanted her father to rip down the wall between them, discuss the subject frankly, and perhaps even show her his...

"Whoa, Kate! There's the restaurant!"

Kate braked sharply and pulled swiftly into the parking lot, her mind a whirl of emotions. She whipped into a parking spot, put the car in park, and turning it off, and made to get out of the car. Her father's hand on her arm stopped her and she sat back, looking into his serious hazel eyes.

"Princess, you know you can come to me for anything. You know that, don't you?"

Kate nodded her head slowly, wondering what exactly she might want from her father.

The meal finished, the wine drunk, they left the restaurant with Tom at the wheel. By the time they pulled up into the drive, the combination of alcohol and time change had Kate slumped against the door, fast asleep. Tom almost reached over to wake her, but then thought better of it. She looked so relaxed and comfortable there. It made him think back to the many times she'd fallen asleep as a child in the car. He wondered if he could still get her to bed as he used to. 

Opening the passenger door, Tom gently cradled Kate's sleeping form in his arms and headed for the front door. Luckily he'd had the foresight to have his keys in his hand, but entering the home was still tricky. Kate was no longer the small child he'd carried in so long ago. He mounted the stairs and deposited her gently on her bed. He spread a blanket over her body and tip toed from the room.

Tom himself was worn out and he skipped his usual nightly shower, falling into bed after removing his clothes. He fell fast asleep almost immediately after laying his head down.

Sometime later, a sound brought him from the depths of sleep and he rolled over, opening his eyes. The outline of a figure at the side of the bed startled him and he reflexively gasped, fumbling at the night stand for the lamp.

"Daddy? Daddy? It's just me..."

Tom breathed a sigh of relief. His sleep fogged brain had forgotten that there were again two of them in the house. "Katie? What's wrong? Are you alright?" He found the switch and clicked it, soft light illuminating his daughter beside the bed. She'd changed into a nightgown, cream in color, with thin shoulder straps connected to the lacy top edge. It ended at midthigh. She rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"I'm sorry Daddy. Couldn't sleep..."

Tom reached for his night stand. "Do you need something...probably the time difference? I think I have a few sleeping..."

Kate shook her head, her bed tousled brown hair swaying over her delicate face. "No, it's not that. I guess I...well, I've just gotten used to having someone in the room while I sleep. You know, with a roommate and all."

Her father nodded. Kate roomed with Amy, her friend from high school. They'd always planned on attending the same school. "Well...I..."

"Can I sleep with you Daddy?"

The thought of the beautiful creature standing beside his bed sliding next to him beneath the sheets left Tom light headed. Kate hadn't crawled in bed with him since she was a little girl, scared by a thunderstorm. 

"Sure...I..." He made to throw back the covers for her, but suddenly realized that he was nude, his boxers lying next to his slacks beside the bed. His still slumbering prick lay thickly on his thigh. Instead, he pulled the covers tight against his hip and opened the covers for Kate with his left hand, ensuring that he wouldn't flash her as he had before.

No dummy, Kate noticed her father covering himself and her head swum as well with the realization that her father was naked underneath the covers. She still could see his toned chest and flat abs above the sheets however and she felt a rash of goose bumps erupt on her forearms as she slid under the covers and rolled on her side, facing her father.

Tom looked down at his prostrate daughter, her big brown eyes looking up at him. It was all he could do not to lean down and kiss her good night. He knew that if he did, the chaste goodnight kiss might turn into something more. Something about the way she was looking at him told him that she knew this as well. He watched as her little pink tongue darted out, wetting her full lips. Swallowing hard, Tom slid back beneath the covers, rolling on his side away from Kate. "Good night, Kate," he said thickly.

"Good night Daddy..."

Tom blinked his eyes, the bright morning sun falling across his face through the open window he hadn't curtained. Something felt wrong....

He sat up suddenly, looking down and realizing he'd kicked off his covers in his sleep. Staring up at him, admonishing him for his restless sleep was his morning wood, hovering thickly over his abdomen, the tip even with his belly button. He jerked his gaze to Kate, but she was on her side, facing away, her breath measured and even. Breathing a sigh of relief that she hadn't seen him yet, he carefully got up off the bed and headed into his bath.




Daddy's Princess



Taking a whiz was a struggle in angles, but mission accomplished, he turned on the shower and got in.

Hearing the shower start, Kate's eyes opened, a smile creasing her face. She'd been awake for the last ten minutes or so and it was her doing, not her father's restless legs that had pulled down the sheets. Seeing his still sleeping face upon waking, she'd slowly slid down the sheet, biting her lip, part of her praying to not get caught; the other half wondering what would happen if she did. The sheet slid down exposing his muscled chest and flat abdomen, and then the fat mushroom head popped from under the covers, spongy and pulsing.

Kate moaned low in her throat at the sight. The massive shaft tapering down from the head disappeared out of sight beneath the covers. She stared at his piss slit, her curious mind wondering what it would look like flaring open in front of her, unloading its contents. It was all Kate could do not to touch her father. She slowly continued sliding down the sheet, the vein laden shaft now fully exposed. His full ball sack appeared next, resting heavily below. If her inexperienced eye could be trusted, it appeared that her Daddy was doing some "manscaping", his pubic area and balls uniformly even. A man that did that surely would not be averse to having it looked at, even if the looker was his daughter, Kate reasoned. Suddenly her father's head had shifted and she'd quickly rolled on her side, listening to him awake, get out of bed and leave the room.

Sitting up in bed, Kate considered her options. There was no denying anymore the slippery slope that lay before her. If she did not want this, the only option was to leave immediately, return to school and hope that whatever flames of desire were simmering would extinguish themselves. She flung back the sheets and before she could change her mind, entered the bathroom.

The warm spray cascaded down Tom's back as he tilted his head under the shower head. He felt a slight, cooling breeze and opened his eyes, seeing Kate, standing in the doorway, watching him. He immediately looked down. His hard on had abated somewhat, but if anything, it was now even more obscene. Instead of sticking straight up, it now stuck straight out, like a divining rod from his body.

"Katie? What...what are you doing?" There was no point in attempting to cover himself. It was futile to do so and would only call more attention to his condition.

"Just gotta tinkle Dad," she slowly walked over, dropped her panties and squatted on the toilet as her father tried to keep his eyes averted.

"There are other bathrooms in the house that are not currently being used Kate," Tom said, turning to the side, vainly attempting to conceal his erection. Kate did not reply. She wiped, flushed and exited the bath. The bravado that brought her into the bath, had left her upon entry.

As the door shut behind his daughter, Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at his cock. The mere presence of his daughter had reversed the southward progression and he now again winked upwards. He briefly considered stroking the old boy, but to do so would be to admit that his teenage daughter had excited him and he simply wasn't ready to accept that...yet.

Twenty minutes later, Tom entered the kitchen, inhaling the scent of eggs and bacon cooking. Kate, her hair now up in a ponytail, smiled over her shoulder at her father.

"Hungry?" She saw that her dad was in shorts and a tee shirt. "No work today?"

"It's Saturday, and even if it wasn't, I'd still take off." Tom paused, his tone serious. "I've really missed you princess..."

Kate smiled as she loaded his plate, bringing it to him at the table. "I've missed you too old man," she said, kissing him on the cheek, attempting to defuse the tension they both must be feeling.

"Mmmm, smells good," Tom said, digging into the breakfast as Kate poured him a cup of coffee. "So, what do you want to do today, hon?"

Fixing her own plate, Kate slipped into the chair across from her father. "To tell you the truth...nothing. I'm so worn out from finals; I just want to unpack, get settled and maybe catch some rays."

Tom nodded. He had figured as much, which was why he hadn't cancelled his golf four some that morning. "I'll join you later, but I'm gonna go play some golf this morning. That ok?"

"Sure Daddy. Don't let me bust up any plans you have." She took a sip of her own coffee. "So...been dating anyone lately?"

He didn't look up at his daughter, given the lurid, perverse thoughts that had been rambling through his head, and now she was asking him indirectly about his sex life. Tom nodded his head. "There is someone actually. We met at the country club. She's also a golfer. We're going to be playing today with another couple."

Kate successfully hid her surprise behind her coffee cup. She had never tried to be anything but supportive about her father's love life, even during the failed engagement when it was clear the bride to be saw her as only competition for her father's attention. The slight jealousy she felt embarrassed her and she felt a blush coming to her cheeks. "So...who is she? Do I know her?"

Tom looked up at his daughter, noting her flushed complexion. In his heart of hearts he knew the reason for Kate's reaction, but he still wasn't prepared to recognize the escalation of feelings between them. He was going to comment, but realized that this would only lead to more tension. "I don't think you do. She's an assistant golf pro at the club. We've only been dating for a couple of weeks." Tom glanced at his watch. "Matter of fact, I'm going to be late if I don't run." He wiped his mouth, got up from the table and bussed his daughter on the cheek. "Thanks for breakfast, honey."

Kate didn't answer, watching her father head for the door.

"I don't know what got into you today, but I love what you're putting into me!" The slim brunette on all fours in front of Tom said in between the bone jarring thrusts he was throwing into her.

The brunette was Susan, his golf partner, whom he was dating on an infrequent basis. They had played 12 holes with friends, and were sitting in the cart waiting for their turn to hit when Susan had laughed at something he'd said. She had made to pat him on the leg when her hand had made direct contact with Tom's second driver, the 15th club in his arsenal, which was resting thickly against his thigh. 

Making no move to pull back her hand, Susan's big brown eyes had flicked to his lap, her full mouth pursing, an "Ooooo!" escaping her lips. When she'd given the big sausage a hesitant squeeze, followed by a more direct one, Tom had groaned, slumping against his seat. A sudden "backache" had ended the round, with Tom's apologies, and ten minutes later, the couple was at her apartment, doing it like they do it on the Discovery Channel. 

Tom hissed through his clenched teeth, his gaze directed down at his wrist thick cock plundering the over taxed, clean shaven hole below him. He had a death grip on her soft hips, pushing and pulling her back and forth in time with his own hard pumps. When they'd entered the room, he had sprung free of his slacks, stiff and ready for action. Susan's 23 year-old eyes had widened into little saucer plates as his pants hit the floor and she couldn't shed her clothing fast enough, which was the reason her shorts and panties were still around her knees, keeping her legs tight together, further tightening Tom's passage. 

"You like this big cock, baby?" Tom asked unnecessarily, given the excited gasps from the sexy brunette. He reached up, stroking her long ponytail as it swung crazily about. Taking it in his left hand, he was encouraged by her low whimper and pulled back, her long, slender throat now exposed. 

"Oh my god...fuck me...fuck me harder!" Susan entreated him. She bucked and wiggled back against him, his cock hitting all of her sensitive spots it seemed simultaneously. Tom raised and brought his right hand down sharply on her exposed, curvy hip, making a sharp smack, followed by a loud squeal from his fuck toy.

"Yesssss! Fuck meeeee! Fuck that big sonofabitch in me!"

Tom's hips were a blur as her buttocks rippled and shook from his impacts. He was close and could tell that she was as well. He didn't want to hold out. The load he was on the verge of dumping had been simmering in his balls for too long and he ached to shoot it. The tipping point came when Susan cast a seething look back at him, her eyes full of need. "Fuck me...fuck me...Daddy..."

Tom's vision clouded and he threw his head back, groaning, "Oh, goddamn! Here I cummm! Oh god Katie! Fucking take it! Take it all!!"

His balls rolled up and clenched, unleashing torrent after torrent of thick, hot cum, deep in the recesses of Susan's spasming cunt. Tom let loose a guttural roar of satisfaction as he continued to piston his hips into her. Strangely, Susan was silent, her head hanging down as her ponytail jerked in time with his thrusts. He was too caught up in his own pleasure to really notice. It wasn't until his pace slowed and he slumped back, his still stiff cock plopping out wetly, that he noticed something was amiss.

Susan slid off the bed and turned to him, her brown eyes blazing. "Get out of here, you sick fuck!"

Tom gasped with surprise at the verbal attack. "Wha...what's wrong?"

Regarding him with a glare, her hands on her slim hips, Susan spoke. "It's bad enough to be called by another name, but unless you can quickly come up with another Kate, you just imagined you were fucking your own daughter while you were with me!"

His eyes widened as he realized his gaffe. He had been thinking of Kate and even worse, had vocalized his fantasy! "Susan...I...it was a mist..."

"Mistake? Yes, I know! Just get dressed and get the fuck out of here!" She spun on her heel and stomped into the bathroom, leaving the ashen faced Tom to hurriedly gather his clothing.

Minutes later, a disheveled Tom sat behind the wheel of his car, slowly driving towards home. He was beyond horrified at what had just transpired. He ashamedly thought about his spinning Susan onto her hands and knees, just so he could more easily imagine that he was fucking Kate, his very own flesh and blood! While part of his brain registered the implications of his faux pas, the majority of his thoughts centered on the desire for his daughter. 

There was no longer any denying that he craved a physical relationship with Kate. What kind of father am I, he thought. The bubbling sexual tension he had felt since Kate's return had erupted, literally, while he was fucking Susan. He knew that Kate was not acting herself, either, and wondered if she too had some of the same feelings. He shook his head, attempting to dispel the incestuous thoughts gripping him. Surely not. The idea was ludicrous that his teenaged daughter had been thinking the same things as he. Without realizing it, he was pulling up into the driveway, putting the car in park and sitting dumbly behind the wheel. 

He looked at the front of the house, knowing that Kate was inside and wondered what she was doing. Would she be able to read her father's thoughts? Tom felt like every sick, twisted desire was written upon his face and Kate would be able to read him like a book. He sighed deeply, shutting off the car and getting out. He had to find a way to deal with these emotions engulfing him. To act otherwise was incomprehensible. His desires put everything he valued at risk.

Something told Tom that his daughter would embrace the idea of a physical relationship with her father, but the age old mores and taboos against such behavior were what gave him pause. Both of their lives would be ruined if it became known that they were sleeping together. And what of the long term prospects? Kate was just beginning her adult life. She had a career and family over the horizon. To engage in such behavior could derail all those things. Or could they have their cake and eat it too? Tom unlocked the front door and slumped through, locking it behind him. Mulling over his options, he walked through the living room to the kitchen before the sight beside the pool brought him up short.

Kate was laying out by the pool, stretched out underneath the sun's warm rays, her skin glistening with sweat and tanning lotion. Her firm, softball sized breasts were gloriously displayed to her father's eager eyes, the bikini top puddled on the concrete beside her. Tom swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and reached down to adjust the lump now forming in his pants. Rather than withdrawing after adjusting himself, his hand stayed put, rubbing his thickening cock as his eyes devoured his partially nude daughter.

If there was a flaw in Kate's body Tom couldn't spot it from his vantage point. Her eyes were hidden behind her glasses which rested on her perfectly formed nose, above her full, red lips. Her slender throat led down to her slim torso, accentuated by the twin sponge cakes on her chest. Tom was no expert, but estimated she was a big C, not quite a D cup. They sloped gently on her chest, her tiny, pert pink nipples crowning them. The areolas were pale and faint, small in size in comparison to the entire breast. Her father's eyes continued past her flat stomach. Kate still had her bottoms on, but they were tiny and wedged between her pussy lips, leading Tom to conclude that his little girl must be well acquainted with waxing or her razor. With no conscious thought, Tom unzipped his fly, allowing his now turgid cock to spring free. He moaned as his hand wrapped around it and began slowly stroking.

Kate had long legs for her height. Tom imagined the slim, toned thighs wrapped around his hips in a scenario with him thrusting slowly into her moaning form. He wet his suddenly dry lips as his cock continued to throb in his stroking palm. Kate must have just done her toenails, he thought, seeing the red polish stand out in sharp contrast to...

"Mr. Sanders?"

The whispered, surprised voice from behind him startled Tom and he turned with a jerk, jolted out of his incestuous reverie. Standing in front of him was Amy, Kate's best friend and college roommate. Tom realized she must have been in the restroom as they both stared gape mouthed at each other. The petite blonde had also been tanning topless, her small hands now covering her pear shaped breasts. He watched as her big blue eyes flicked down, taking in the sight of her friend's father's rigid cock. Her gaze slid back up and over his shoulder towards Kate. Her full lips curled upwards into a smirk as she dropped her hands from her breasts, placing them on her hips.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased as Tom frantically tried to stuff his sausage back into his pants.

"I...uh...oh god...Amy...I...it's not what it looks like," Tom stammered, finally succeeding in removing his cock from plain sight, though it now obscenely tented out his pants.

Kate smiled broader as she came forward, her pert breasts bobbling. "Well it looks to me like you were jacking off over your own daughter...Tom." She now stood shoulder to shoulder with him as she gazed out at Kate while Tom stared blankly towards the front door, an exit he now desperately wanted. "Nice cock by the way." Hearing this, Tom gasped in shock, turning to look down at the much shorter teen. "I thought Kate was exaggerating, but she was dead on..."

Tom willed his feet to move and stumbled towards the door as Amy called after him.

"Where ya going? I'll take care of it if you don't want Kate to..."

In his rush, Tom left the front door open as he fled towards his car. His pulse was racing, his hands shaking as he fumbled with his keys. Finally starting the car, he raced the engine and peeled out of the drive, caroming down the street.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Tom swore, his hand slapping the steering wheel violently. The interior of the car seemed to close around him until he rolled down all the windows, welcoming the fresh air. Sweat beaded and dripped down his face as he assessed his situation. Amy was sure to tell Kate what she had witnessed. "Fuuuuuuck!" he swore again at a stop light, causing passersby to turn their head in his direction. He was truly and righteously screwed now, he knew. "Oh Tom, what have you done?" he asked himself as he drove aimlessly through town.

A sudden ringing sound caused the tightly wound father to swerve, almost clipping a passing car. He realized it was his phone, picking it up and staring at the caller ID.

'Kate Cell' 

Dropping the phone as if it were alive, Tom swung into a parking lot. The phone rang twice more before stopping. He waited, his breath coming in gasps until the soft 'ding' signaled the receipt of a voice mail. With trembling hands, he picked it up, hitting the VM button. He pressed it to his ear.

"Daddy?" He heard the soft voice of his daughter, concern in her tone. "Where did you go? Amy told...I...just come home...please."

Tom's head dropped back onto the headrest, the phone tumbling from his grasp to the floorboard. He clenched his eyes shut against the sudden sting of tears. He howled in frustration. His inability to control his own emotions was putting everything he held dear in jeopardy. He had to do...do...do something, but for the life of him, he could not think what. Save for a time travel machine, nothing was going to make this go away. Tom opened his bleary eyes, focusing on the neon sign of a neighborhood bar across the way. With no other viable option in mind, he headed that way.

Entering the darkened interior, Tom's eyes gradually adjusted and he found his way to the deserted bar. Only one other patron was present in the joint as the bartender shelved his paper and walked down to Tom.

"Afternoon, what'll it be?"

Tom stared down at the darkened wood of the counter. "I don't care. Just make it a strong one."

"Scotch ok?"

Tom nodded. The man turned and selected a top shelf label, placed a glass in front of Tom and began to pour. When he finished, Tom grasped the crystal and threw it back, the alcohol burning his throat. He clumsily put the glass down and signaled for another.

"One of those kind of days, huh?"

Sipping the liquid, Tom merely nodded as the man returned the bottle to the shelf.

"Leave that here, ok?"

The man shrugged and placed the scotch back in front of Tom.

Hours later, Tom stumbled from the bar. Darkness had fallen during his time inside and he struggled to focus his eyes on his watch. It was past nine o'clock and he was well past the legal limit to drive. Finally locating his car, he slumped in his seat, reclining it back. As he slid back, his eyes focused on his cell phone. Picking it up, he saw that there were ten missed calls and several text messages. Willing his fingers to follow his brain's instructions, he finally opened one of the texts.

"Daddy?! Where are you? Please PLEASE come home!"

He was sure the others would be of the same vein, but facing his demons was time for another day. His eyes slid shut.

Knock knock.

Tom's eyes fluttered open and he looked around blearily, wondering where he was. His back ached and he suddenly realized he was asleep in his car. The knocking sound came again and he turned his swimming head slowly to the source. He saw a hand outside the window waving to him. Raising the seat back, he cranked the car and rolled down the window, seeing that it was the bartender. The clock on the radio read 2:15 and Tom realized he had passed out for the last 6 hours. Luckily he had not attempted to drive home.

"Hey buddy. You all right?" the bartender asked. "I sure am glad you didn't try to drive home. You were pretty lit when you left. Want me to call someone for you?"

The mention of calling someone caused Tom to think again of Katie. He looked at his phone which now had 5 more missed calls and a couple of new texts. He looked back at the concerned bartender and shook his head. When his vision stopped spinning, he vowed not to repeat that maneuver again.




Daddy's Princess



"No...no I'm alright. I'll call myself a cab," Tom answered. 

The bartender nodded his head. "That's a good idea. Go home and sleep it off." He turned to leave, but called over his shoulder. "Hey, maybe that problem you had will look better in the light of day, huh?"

Tom raised his hand in reply then dialed information for a cab.

In his dream, Tom was in his bed, nude, the covers thrown off and he was not alone. He raised his head, looking down his body. There, between his thighs, knelt Katie. His sweet teenaged daughter's full lips were stretched around his turgid cock, sucking lightly. He could feel the constant suction of her mouth as her cheeks hollowed around him. Her warm wet saliva bathed the upper portion of his cock as her active tongue wiggled along the underside of his prick. Kate was nude as well, the curtain of her hair hiding her upper body, but he could see her bare ass in the air. Feeling him move, Kate's big brown eyes looked up, locking on his as she attempted to smile around the thickness in her mouth. She drew her mouth off him with a wet pop.

"Good morning sleepy head. This is the way I want to wake you up from now on, Daddy." She dropped her mouth back onto him and began to bob her head slowly. Tom groaned and let his head fall back on his pillow as his little girl continued to suck his cock. 

He really must have groaned in his sleep, waking with a start. His blood shot eyes slowly focused on the ceiling fan lazily turning over head. That was his fan. He turned his head slowly, spying his night stand in the morning light streaming through the window. Somehow he got home and into bed, though for the life of him he couldn't remember how. His eyes focused on the table clock, 10:27. Given that his head didn't pound, he realized the twelve hours of sleep since his last drink had done the trick. He swallowed thickly and noticed the glass of water on the stand. Where did that come from? As he reached out to grasp it, his other senses came online and he realized with a start that the sensation of his dream had not dissipated. He still felt a warm suction around his nether region and he slowly raised his head, fearing what he was about to see.

As in his dream, Kate was there, between his legs, tenderly sucking his fat dick between her soft lips. Her eyes were closed, pleasure etching her face, wet slurps emanating from her mouth. He could feel the pressure from her tongue stud pressing into the underside of his cock, tracing the throbbing vein as she bobbed her mouth up and down. When she wiggled her tongue he could feel it slide over, pushing the blood swelled tube slightly. Katie had over half of his monster crammed into her mouth and he marveled at his little girl's ability to take a dick.

"Katie...I..."

Opening her eyes, Kate slurped her way back to the tip of his pole and drew back, a small strand of saliva still connecting them. She ran her fist up and down his length, stroking him.

"Shhhh, not now Daddy. There'll be time enough to talk later. I know you want this...and I do too. Just lay back and enjoy." With that she extended her pink tongue, flicking it over the spongy head, the stud adding to the sensation. Rather than lie back, Tom perched himself up on his forearms, not wanting to miss a second. Kate began licking up and down the towering length of her father's cock, her eyes locked on his.

Tom shuddered in pleasure, both from her talented tongue and from the discrepancy in sizes between his long prick and his daughter's pretty face. The thick tube extended from her chin to her hairline as she began tonguing his ball sack, sucking the round orbs into her mouth in turn. 

"Ohhhhh, Katie! That's it...suck meeee," he moaned. Kate smiled at him and slowly drew her flattened tongue back up the marathon length of her father before rolling it over his head. A droplet of cum oozed from the tip which she greedily captured.

"Mmmmmm, that's tasty stuff Daddy...got anymore for me?" Without waiting for an answer, she plunged the big plum back into her mouth, locking her lips around the ridge. She was slurping him louder now, wet smacks accompanying the squish of her hand still stroking him. 

Tom chuckled low in his throat. "There's a whole lot more for you honey. Keep this up and you'll find out soon enough." He closed his eyes in pleasure, grateful that the reluctance in his heart had somehow disappeared. Tom felt no guilt over letting his daughter suck him. This was what they both wanted and who was he to argue? He reached down, stroking her smooth cheek and tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear. He cupped the back of her bobbing head and pulled her down onto him.

Kate's eyes widened in surprise momentarily as more of the big snake slipped into her mouth. His tip brushed against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly. "Gosh he's big!" she thought, sliding back an inch, then pushing forward again. Her lips trembled and opened as her throat rubbed against the squishy tip. She gagged again, this time harder. Drawing her gasping mouth off him, she shook her head.

"I'm sorry Daddy...you're just too big!" She jacked his cock rapidly as her father smiled down at her with love in his eyes. He removed his hand from the back of her head and brushed away a single tear leaking from the corner of her eye.

"Well, that ruins everything honey...we had better stop." This brought a giggle from Kate as she sat up, flicking back her long brown hair and crawling up her father's body, her soft tits grazing his stomach and chest. Tom's hands came up, cupping the fleshy orbs in his hands and thumbing Kate's sensitive nipples. This drew an excited gasp from his daughter as she lowered her swollen lips to her father's. Their mouths smashed against each other's wetly as their tongues sought out their counterpart. Tom moaned into Kate's mouth as he felt her grind her wet pussy on his hip as she straddled him.

"Ohhhhh, gawd Daddy...you're getting me soooo hot!" Kate groaned as she sat up, bringing her generous breasts within reach of his mouth. Tom squeezed her boobs together and extended his tongue, flicking it over each of her stiff nipples. Arching her back, Kate whimpered and entwined her fingers into her father's hair, pulling him tight to her. Tom opened his lips, sucking in a mouthful of soft tit flesh. He bit softly on her nipple, scraping his teeth over the taut nubbin. Kate whimpered again.

"Mmmmm, Daddy! I think you like how much I've grown up this past year. Especially up top?"

Tom's answer was a low growl in his throat as he was busy licking and sucking every soft square inch of Kate's tits. They jiggled and shook in his hands as he rolled his face between them, scratching the sides with his beard stubble. Suddenly Kate rolled off him to the side. Tom looked over surprised. Kate smiled at him as she lay on her back, holding her tits together.

"Come here Daddy. There's something I've been dying to try!"

Tom grinned as he swung his leg over his daughter's body and straddled her chest. He knew exactly what Kate wanted. Her mother had been even bustier, and titfucking her was one of his most pleasant memories. As he settled, hovering over his daughter's abdomen, his thick, long cock mere inches from the deep cleavage of her breasts, Tom's head was practically spinning, his lust spiraling off the charts.

Kate looked up at him smiling, her full, red lips stretch over her even, white teeth. She giggled seeing the intense expression on his face. "Bring back pleasant memories Daddy?"

Tom had just been in the process of aiming his divining rod between the heavenly pillows, but the comment brought him up short. "How...how could you know that Katie? Your mother and I..."

"Took pictures and I found them," Kate finished for him, giggling as she reached up, took him in her hand and slapped the long tube against her boobs. The soft flesh compressed and rebounded, jiggling enticingly with each slap. Kate then leaned up, and sucked noisily on the head before rubbing the glistening crown over each of her nipples. Her saliva lent sheen to her nipples as she slipped her father's fat cock back between her tits. Arching her back, Kate nestled it against her breast bone, the firm flesh cradling him as Tom moaned and began to thrust rapidly between them.

Kate smiled sweetly up at her father as his cock slurped between her boobs, glancing off her chin and leaving a glistening snail trail there. Tom was in heaven at the satiny feel of the velvety flesh surrounding his cock. He could feel his balls rolling up in his sac and hissed between his teeth, wanting the sensation to continue. Kate dipped her head, licking wetly as his thrusting knob got within reach before withdrawing to only return again. Kate's hands were getting slippery with perspiration, causing her to reposition her hands, squeezing her round orbs tightly.

"Ohhhh god! Katie...I'm gonna cum...oh god...," Tom moaned, his head falling back limply as his hips shunted back and forth. In a flash Kate let him loose and craned her long neck upwards, sealing her sweet lips over her father's twitching sex. With a roar of pleasure, Tom began shooting thick gobs of cum over his daughter's active tongue. Blast after blast coated her tongue, filling her mouth. With a heavy gulp, Kate swallowed the thick load, feeling it slide wetly down her throat. She whimpered as her dad continued to blast into her mouth, the scalding hot streams searing her taste buds with their salty tang. As the toe curling orgasm wound down, Tom shuddered atop Kate's chest. Kate rolled the slimy liquid around her tongue before swallowing again.

"Mmmmmm, daddy...so much..." Kate murmured, her head falling back to the bed, a long strand of cum stretching, then snapping in half between her lips and his cockhead. Tom's body was trembling as he slumped down beside her on his side. Kate rolled on her hip and perched her head on her hand, looking intently at her father. Raising her other hand up, she pushed a stray glob from the corner of her mouth between her lips. Her eyes closed with pleasure as she experienced a mini-climax, her skin flushing and goose bumps erupting over her forearms.

Tom breathed heavily on his back, his head turned, looking at his sexy daughter. Kate moved her hand between her legs and rubbed rapidly, cresting the climactic wave and slipping over. He smiled at her as she lost herself in the pleasurable feelings.

"God Katie...that was incredible. Thank you," he said sincerely. Kate's eyelids fluttered before her brown eyes settled on him.

"Anytime Daddy...for sure," she whispered. She ran her fingernails lightly over his chest, and then slid down, grasping his still hard cock and slowly stroking it. "Ooooo! Daddy! That wasn't enough for you? Don't tell me you want to fuck me now, do you?"

Tom moaned low in his throat, her language exciting his passion again.

"I don't know Daddy," Kate teased, her hand wringing him. "I'm not sure this big old thing will fit in my tight, little pussy..." With a growl of lust he grabbed her slim hips and pulled her atop his body as she squealed excitedly. Perched above him, her extended arms supporting her, Kate leaned down, kissing her dad softly. Tom could taste his own salty output on her lips, but he didn't hesitate to thrust his tongue between her soft lips. She gasped into his mouth as she felt the heat of his still hard cock sear the cleft of her ass. Kate bounced her hips, sliding it to and fro. Reaching back, she raised herself up and pointed the object of her desire towards her dripping sex.

As his hardness parted her outer lips, it was Tom's turn to gasp into Kate's mouth, her wet tightness clasping him firmly. Steadying his shaft, Kate pushed back onto him, the broad head plopping in, followed by several thick inches.

"Ahhhhh," Kate moaned, once again bracing herself on both hands as she continued to skewer herself upon her father. Tom reached down, grasping her soft hips, his mouth and tongue on her neck, helping push his cock into her. Kate's juices bathed him in slick hotness as they reached the half-way point of the long, tight journey. She stopped, rolled her hips around sweetly, and then withdrew until only the head remained. 

"Uhhhhh," she groaned, fucking back slowly as he pumped into her again, this time even deeper. Kate felt like there was a bat shoved in her twat, the veiny shaft pressuring her sugary walls. She shuddered her way through another mini-orgasm as she finally sank all the way to the bottom, her father's crinkly nut sac pressing against her ass cheeks. Rolling her hips again for a moment, she whimpered at the full feeling inside her. Kate squealed in surprise as her father lifted her then brought her rapidly down again. Smiling up at her, Tom interlaced his fingers behind his head. 

"Giddy up," he laughed. Kate giggled as well and placed her hands on his hairy chest. She tweaked his nipples then began bouncing slowly atop him. Tom's eyes drank in the sight of Kate's firm tits squashed between her upper arms. They jiggled lightly as her pace sped up, the tiny nipples carving the air. "Go to town baby," Tom encouraged. "Fuck your ass off on that big cock!"

Kate smiled, her eyes tightly shut, and her insides flip flopping with the feel of the hard intruder fucking from her entrance to just south of her cervix. As she bounced atop him, Tom couldn't withstand the urge anymore and reached up, cupping her bouncy boobs. He ran his thumb over her stiff, pebbly nipples, drawing a groan from her. 

With her father supporting her upper body, Kate reached back, gathering up her long brown hair from where it was sticking to her sweat slicked back. With her arms and hair up, posed just so, Tom was sure that at this moment in time, she was the sexiest thing on the planet. He sped his pace up, not for himself, but for Kate. With his prior release, he felt he could fuck all day, but Kate had not gotten off properly yet. From the sweet look on her face, it didn't appear she was in any hurry to do so; however Tom wanted to see her twitch and buck with her release. In a flash, he rolled her off him, to her hands and knees, getting up behind her.

Kate gasped in surprise at his sudden departure and manhandling of her slim frame. As her father positioned himself behind her ass, she smiled, looking back at him over her shoulder. She pursed her lips, blowing him a kiss.

"Oooooo, Daddy! What're you doing back...uhhhhhhhh..."

Tom pumped half of his thick cock into her with one smooth movement, before drawing back and repeating the thrust, this time to the hilt. He ground his hips into her, straining to cram more into her, but she had all he had to give, and from the moans and whimpers, loved every inch of it! 

"Take it...take my cock Katie!" Tom choked out. His hands clung tightly to her supple ass, leaving red prints there as he began to move to and fro, jarring her frame each time as he bottomed out. Kate smiled back at him, flipping her hair out of her face. As the pace and friction increased between her legs, Kate's eyes shut in pleasure. She could feel every hard inch sliding through her canal, filling her up and stretching her deliciously. Tom changed his angle of attack, leaning backwards and fucking up into her. Watching her firm ass cheeks wobble from the impact of his hips, he began lightly swatting her right cheek.

"Mmmmm, ohhhhh, that's it Daddy...spank your little girl," she moaned. The sharp smacks were thrilling the teenager and she could feel the oncoming rush of her impending orgasm. "Ohhh, fuck Daddy...that's it...I'm close...fuck me...fuck me harder...I'm...I'm..."

Tom's hips hit top speed behind his daughter as he repeatedly slapped her reddening ass. He too could a climax approaching and he worked even faster to make sure they got off at the same time.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhh!" Kate squealed as her dam burst, her juices flooding her cunt, bathing her father's pistoning cock. As the already tight hole became even tighter, Tom too was pushed over the edge. He threw his head back, roaring with pleasure as his cannon twitched and fired deep into his daughter's depths. Kate's body jerked and shook as she was fucked through her orgasm, until spent; she slumped down onto the bed, her father's body falling with her before rolling off to the side.

The two gasping lovers lay there, both trying to catch their breaths, their bodies glowing with pleasure. They both turned their heads, smiling at each other, words not necessary, their eyes filled with love and desire. Kate slid over closer as her father's arm slid under her, cradling her warm body to his. She nestled her face into his neck, inhaling his scent before she dozed off, her rhythmic breathing signaling this to Tom. 

As he cuddled his sleeping daughter, Tom smoothed her brown hair before his fingertips grazed over her warm back. His eyes unfocused on the ceiling grew heavy before he succumbed as well, slipping into restful, sated sleep.



Daddy's Princess



You and I are very close. I actually feel closer to you than I do to my own mother. I just graduated high school and never had a real boyfriend. One reason is that I was always to busy studying, the second was that no guy ever measured up to you. Now that I am 18, I plan to have you.

The three of watch TV together every night in the den, mom in the recliner and you and I sit together on the love seat. This particular evening the window is open allowing the crisp cool air inside the house. You are dressed in lounge pants and I in just a long t-shirt and panties. I get chilled so I run to the closet and get a blanket, laying it over both of us. I snuggle next to you trying to warm up from the heat your body is emitting. You feel me shiver and run your hands up and down my thigh in an attempt to warm me up. Your hands feel so big and strong on my skin, and I long for them to touch me intimately. My hand falls into your lap feeling that you have an erection, and I find this very exciting. I slowly rub my hand along you and can feel you take a deep breath and hold it. I look over and see mom has fallen asleep which she almost always did. I look up at you and see a longing in your eyes I have never seen before. I lick my lips and slide my fingers under the waste band of you pants, waiting for you to tell me to stop or grab my hand. You did not, so I slowly slide my fingers further feeling your pubic hairs tickling my fingers as I make my way to your cock.

My fingers are soft on your skin as you grow harder against them. I run my finger along the head and feel pre cum that has pooled there. I remove my hand and place that finger in my mouth tasting the saltiness and essence of you. I am still curious and wish to explore more, sliding my hand back into your pants where it is so very warm. 

I slowly trail my fingers up and down before finally wrapping them around your thick cock. I feel how hard you are and run my hand up and down you, as it grows even larger. Your hand on my thigh begins to go higher until it reaches my panties. You feel the moisture has soaked into my panties making them nice and wet.

I had touched myself before, but I never felt as excited as I did knowing it was your hand there. You start to pull your hand away and mine grabs yours holding it still, "Please daddy," I whisper softly knowing you would do anything for me. I feel your hand relax some as I slip it into the front of my panties. Your fingers are so much thicker than mine and it feels so different having you touch me. I spread my thighs open more as I move your fingers over my bare pussy. We both breathe in at the same time as I guide your finger to my tight opening, both for different reasons. Myself as I was going to be touched by a man, and you because you are about to touch your step daughter. I let out the air I had been holding deep in my chest as I push your index finger inside. You let out a moan as the tightness of my virgin pussy is such a turn on. I look over towards mom and see she is still sleeping. 

I begin to run my fingers up and down you again as I had stopped momentarily. My fingers travel down to your balls exploring the wrinkled skin. I alternated between the two gently squeezing and tugging on them. All the while my fingers explored you on my one hand; my other hand was controlling your finger as I slid it in and out of me. My hips began to press against your hand needing more. I gripped my fingers back around you and began to stroke you to match my fingers instinctually. I look up at you to see your head back on the couch your breathing becoming rapid. Your finger feels so much better than mine and I long for more. A rustling noise makes us both freeze and I look over to see mom is starting to wake up. 

"You probably should head off to bed," she says. 

"Okay mom," I reply as I slowly slip your finger out of me and remove our hands from my panties taking special care for her not to notice. My hand releases you as I slip my hand from your pants. "Good night daddy. I love you," I say as I give you a kiss on the lips running my tongue quickly across them, which surprises you. 

"Good night princess," you manage to choke out.

I slip from the underneath the blanket and walk over to mom giving her a peck on the cheek. "Good night mom," I say as I skip off to my room.

That night I dream about you and wake up with the goal of one day going even further. I get out of bed and put on my short shorts and cropped tank top with no bra, as it was Saturday and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I see you sitting at the table reading the paper. "Good morning daddy," I say in my sweetest voice as I kiss your cheek, pressing my breasts up against your arm, my nipples erect. 

You clear your throat before you reply, "Morning princess." 

I skip away and open the fridge and bend down to look at the bottom drawer, spreading my legs a little as my shorts slide up exposing a good amount of my ass cheeks. I don't see anything in there, so I shut the door and grab a banana and sit down at the chair beside you. I peel the banana slowly and slip the tip of it into my mouth, moving it in and out. I raise my eyes and see you peeking around your newspaper. "Mmmm, this is so good," I moan out as I take my first bite. 

"Princess," you say sternly as you go back to reading your paper. I finish eating as you don't look towards me again. 

"I am going to the mall today. I'll see you later daddy." 

It was mid afternoon when I came home and went to the kitchen to grab a cherry popsicle. I walk to the den where you are watching a baseball game. "Where's mom?" I ask when I notice she isn't in her chair. 

"She had a headache, so she is laying down," you answer. I sit down on the love seat next to you and begin to watch the game. I bring the popsicle to my lips slowly tracing them with the pointed tip. My mouth opens and I lick the cold juice off of my lips. I can see you trying to watch the game but I know you are sneaking peaks at me. I run my tongue from the bottom of the popsicle to the top, before wrapping my lips around it and sliding it into my mouth. I move it in and out seductively as if it was a cock. I pretend to watch the game as my mouth makes love to the popsicle, and I secretly hope that you are enjoying the show. My lips have gotten very red between the cold and the coloring of the red popsicle. "Hey daddy, look at my lips they are red now," I say as I make a kissy face at you. 

"That's nice princess," you say in a voice that sounds strained. I look down to your lap and see that your cock is hard. I cup my hand around it squeezing it. You grab my hand and push it away from you, "Don't. What happened last night was a mistake, and it can't happen again."

My eyes fill with tears as I say, "Why don't you want me daddy?"

'It's not that I don't want you princess. Fuck, god knows I want you so bad. But this isn't right."

I softly say, "I understand daddy," as I stand up and walk to my room, locking the door behind me. 

Time for plan B I think to myself as I lay down on my bed, planning my next move. I fall asleep for what turned out to be hours when I hear a soft knock at the door. "Princess, are you okay?" you ask in a concern voice.

"I'm fine daddy," I reply. I hear you walk away and the bathroom door open and close, the shower starting. Bingo I think to myself.

I strip off all my clothes and throw on my black silk robe. Quietly I unlock and open my bedroom door. I quickly peer into your bedroom where mom is still sleeping, before creeping down the hall to the bathroom. I slowly turn the knob and open the door. The steam of the hot water has already engulfed the room, and I quickly slip inside. I see your beautiful naked body before me and slide my robe off of my shoulders, it dropping to the tile floor.

Slowly I enter behind your pressing my naked body against your back. I wrap my arms around you, my hands running over the muscles in your chest. Slowly I move them down your chiseled abs and stomach until I wrap my hand around your hard cock. "Oh yes darling I am so glad your headache is gone," you groan out as my other hand cups your balls. 

I begin to stroke your cock slowly up and down, and you put your palms against the shower wall, your eyes closed. I slowly move around you and get down on my knees in front of your hard throbbing cock. My tongue slowly runs up the underside of you and I feel your cock twitch against it. I kiss the thick head of your cock, my tongue darting out to taste it. My lips slowly wrap around the head as I begin to suck it, my lips stroking the rim. You hips begin to thrust and I feel your hands on my head.

"Fuck your mouth feels so good, don't stop," you start to say as you open your eyes. Your whole body stills as you see me looking up at you, the head of your cock still in my mouth. I feel your hands leave my head and I know that you are going to tell me to get up. Just as you begin to say, "Stop." I slide my mouth further down your cock my lips gripping it tightly, and then slowly slide back up to suck just the head again. I look up and see your eyes gazing at me.

I hear you let out a moan in surrender as you hoarsely whisper, "God help me," as your fingers grab my hair. I slide back down your hard cock taking it even deeper and back up again to the tip. Slowly my tongue licks the head before wrapping my lips around it again and sliding back down taking even more of you into my mouth. Your hands begin to push me down as your hips begin to move thrusting your cock even deeper into my mouth causing me to gag as it hits the back of my throat. The sound turns you on even more as you continue to throat fuck me. I feel your cock swell and then pulse just before the first stream hits the back of my throat. You hold me down on your cock until you are finally spent and then slowly pull my mouth off of you. 

You grab my shoulders lifting me up to a standing position and then look down out me, and say, "Princess that was amazing however it can never happen again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes daddy. I understand perfectly," I purr as I step out of the shower and put my robe back on, slipping out the door leaving you alone in the bathroom. 

The next few days go by and we act like nothing happened between us, carrying on the same way we always did. 

Mom had to go out of town on business and she was taking a late flight out. I took her to the airport as you had a dinner meeting with clients. It was after midnight when I finally get home and you are already asleep in bed. I remove my clothes and climb into bed with you. You are on your side and I slide under the covers facing you. I run my fingers along your shoulders and then down your chest, pinching your nipple. Your eyes fly open and before you can say something I cover your mouth with mine. I kiss you hard my tongue seeking out yours, stroking it. 

Your arms wrap around me as your mouth takes control. Your tongue sweeps in, exploring my mouth as you pull my body closer to you. You change positions and quickly I am under you. I feel your knees spread my legs as you settle in between them, your cock resting at the entrance of my pussy. You pull your lips away from mine and I open my eyes. "You should leave now," you groan out knowing that you are losing control.

"No," I whisper, "I want you to make love to me."

Your mouth comes crashing down on mine as you slowly push your cock inside. My body tenses as your cock reaches the barrier. You kiss me slower and more passionately and as I begin to relax you thrust in. My eyes water and my cries go unheard as they drown in your mouth. You stay still allowing my pussy to get accustomed to you being inside. "Are you okay?" you whisper against my lips. 

"Oh yes," I purr as I wrap my legs around your waist. You slowly begin to move in and out of me. My body begins to move with yours as I rise up to meet your every thrust. Your hands grab my ass and begin driving even deeper. 

"Oh god baby, your pussy is so tight, I won't last long. You are going to make me cum," you moan out. My hands move down to your ass grabbing you, pulling you in deeper. You thrust a few more times and I feel your cock thickening as you get closer to orgasm. You cry out as you slam into me filling my pussy with your thick hot cum. 

You collapse beside me, kiss my lips gently. "I love you princess," you whisper.

"I love you daddy," I reply. You pull me close as we drift off to sleep in each others arms.



Daddy's Princess



To my readers:

Thank ya'll so much for all your support and encouragement, there are lots of supportive Daddys here! Love reading your feedback and comments. Let me know if this should be a series or not ;) 

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"Lauren, pick up some groceries today, and my dry cleaning should be ready as well." My dad breezed past me, briefcase in hand. 

"Yeah, okay dad," I muttered, adding that to my list. "Let me just that to everything else," I sighed. I'm sure it's hard to be a parent. Not to mention a single father. But it was also hard to be a nineteen year old cook, maid, and personal shopper on top of going to community college and being a part time retail manager. 

I sulked as the front door slammed shut, followed by a painful silence. Dad had been mourning my mom for the past three years. I feel sad for him, but at the same time I still hadn't had time to grieve the loss of my mother and best friend. 

I dragged my tired butt upstairs and into the bathroom for a shower before work. I had already finished my two mile run and was feeling it in my legs. Turning the water to hot, I stripped out of my jogging shorts and sports bra, relieving my hair from its high pony tail. I glanced in the mirror and gave my reflection a little smile. My tummy was flat, but still soft and feminine, arms thin and toned from lifting boxes at work. My legs were pure muscle, toned from my daily runs. A Hello Kitty charm dangled from my belly button, and a little diamond shone on my nose. My bangs and ends were teal blue, the rest a dark brown. My 36 C tits were perky, my skin tanned, and my brown eyes bright. Alas, with all my work, chores and school, my social life was nonexistent and my hard work was going to waste. 

I stepped into the warm steamy water, sighing softly in relief. The water massaged my sore muscles as I lathered up my body, shaving my legs and pussy smooth. Not like anyone would appreciate it. I groaned in sexual frustration, but knew I didn't have time to deal with it. Rinsing off, I stepped into the cold air and shivered. Grabbing a towel I started to dry my hair, wrapping my hair up on the towel as I walked out of the bathroom. 

"There you are Lauren, I forgot my-" I jumped a mile high, snatching the towel from my head and trying to cover my naked skin. 

"Jesus Dad! You're supposed to be at work," I squeaked, embarrassed. 

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry. I just forgot my laptop charger..." He trailed off, not sure what to say. 

"Umm, it's in the office behind your desk," I mumbled, cheeks bright red. 

"Thanks Princess," he smiled warmly, sending shivers through my body, I can't remember the last time he smiled. He leaned down and kissed my forehead before going to retrieve his charger and head back to work. My head was swimming as I got dressed for work, pulling on some fake leather leggings, black boots and a black tunic shirt ending right below my butt. I dried my hair and applied my makeup, a dark smokey eye with heavy liner and tried to seem eager about the day ahead of me. 

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

I could barely concentrate as I drove back to the office, my cock harder than it has been in years. And because of my daughter! My flesh and blood. And what flesh it was. Perfect, unmarked tan skin, toned and thin. Hairless everywhere, just silky skin. And those ageless tits! Her cute little pink nipples, hard as little pebbles. When did she grow up? I wondered to myself. I suppose during these past few years when I was too busy wallowing in my own sorrow than to pay attention to my own little girl, I thought guiltily. I was going to find a way to make it up to her, one way or another. 

Xxxxxxxxxx

My knuckles were white, I clenched the steering wheel so tightly. My eyes were red, brimmed with tears. Groceries and dry cleaning filled my back seat, and I just wanted to get home so the day was over. My wrists were bruised, mottled purple finger marks beginning to blossom. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed dads car in the driveway. 

Weird, he doesn't normally get home until much later, I thought to myself wearily. I was still embarrassed from this morning. I thought back to the encounter and was surprised to find my nipples harden a bit. I was a little turned on that he hadn't looked away, just seemed hypnotized by his little girl. Suddenly I was glad for my two mile runs and healthy eating. 

My body ached as I pulled myself out of the car. I sighed softly, wiping away my tears as I opened the back seat to retrieve the groceries and food. 

"Hey Princess, need a hand?" I smiled slightly. There was that name again. He hadn't called me that in years. 

"Sure dad," I agreed, handing him some bags. His empty hand went to my wrist, examining the bruises. 

"What is this?" He asked softly. When I turned away he asked again, more demanding. 

"A customer grabbed me at work," I admitted quietly, pulling my hand back from him. 

"I thought you worked at a little girls jewelry shop?" He asked, grabbing my chin so I had to look up at him.

"I do. But that doesn't stop single dads or uncles from coming in to shop for someone and make a move," I muttered, trying to pull away. He frowned and let me go, grabbing all the groceries and his dry cleaning. I watched in surprise, shutting the car door behind him. I knew my dad was in good shape, I bought his clothes after all. I guess I just hadn't realized how good of shape. 

When we got inside, he started putting away the groceries on his own. Enjoying the change, I ran upstairs to get out of my work clothes. Slipping on a pair of black sweatpants and a tight white tee shirt, I pulled my hair into a messy high pony tail and headed downstairs to start cooking. 

Xxxxxxxxxxx

I couldn't believe someone had put their hands on my baby. And from the way she talked about it, that wasn't the first time. I was steaming mad. At her for taking the abuse, at anyone who had ever touched her, and most of all myself for not noticing her pain earlier. I heard her walk into the kitchen and I looked over my shoulder at her. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. Her shirt was so tight, the material stretching across her breasts. It rode up, exposing her bare midriff. She gave me a little smile, pulling something from the fridge. 

"I made a lasagna yesterday, just have to cook it," she said, turning on the oven. 

I looked at her closely. She looked exhausted. Beautiful and exhausted. I had put so much pressure on her, I don't think she ever went out for fun, or dates. 

"Lauren, Princess, I don't want you going back to work anymore," I said slowly, trying to gage her reaction. 

She looked at me, confused. "Daddy, you said I always had to have a job after I turned 18."

She was right, I had said that. "Well not anymore. Just focus on school, okay baby?" I crossed the kitchen in a few strides and pulled my daughter to my chest, kissing the top of her head. It felt so good just to hold her tight young body against me. Too good, in fact, I could feel my cock twitch and grow between us. 

Xxxxxxxxxx

I squeaked in surprise as my dad pulled me to him. All of this affection in one day was going to my head. I nuzzled into his chest, happy to let my handsome dad hold me. Suddenly I felt something big and hard pressing against my stomach, and couldn't suppress a little moan, as I realized my dad had an erection. So bad of me, but I pressed myself closer to him. I was starved for some sort of attention, and my normally cold, distant daddy was giving me it. I felt his arms tighten around me, pressing his hardened cock more firmly against me. 

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My daughter was moaning against me, because of me. I was going to lose it very quickly. I looked down at my little girl and saw her tits squashed against my chest, her firm little stomach pressing into my cock. She looked up at me with her sweet brown eyes and I was gone. Lifting her into my arms, I kissed my daughter. Soft and curious, sucking on her bottom lip. Now I couldn't help but moan, her young lips the sweetest I've ever kissed. She kissed me back eagerly, her arms wrapped around my neck and legs thrown around my waist. My hands supported her ass, kneading and squeezing the sexy little thing. Every moan of hers made my cock pulse, and I knew I needed to sink it deep inside my little girl. I carried her into my bedroom and set her gently on the bed. I watched as she peeled her shirt off, revealing those two glorious young tits to her fathers eyes. Laying back on the bed she hooked her thumbs into her sweat pants and slid them and her panties down, giving me a close up of her perfect teenage cunt. I felt like a clumsy teenager, tugging off my suit shirt and trousers, my thick eight inch cock making a tent in my boxers as I slid them off. Leaning over my daughter I kissed her deeply, rubbing her tongue against mine. I looked deep into her eyes, seeing nothing but love and innocence. I smiled softly, kissing the corner of her lips to her delicate neck, relishing in the soft kitten moans coming from my daughter. I kissed and suckled on her neck, leaving little hickeys on her tan skin down to her pert full tits. Listening to her squeal with delight as music to my ears, her hands running through my hair, pressing my mouth against her nipple while I sucked and nibbled. 

"Daddyyy," she moaned breathily, whimpering as I nibbled down her tight stomach, pressing a kiss right below her naval. 

"Yes my Princess?" I teased, dragging my tongue across her sweet slit. She cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth. I looked up at her, watching her struggle to form words while my tongue attacked her sweet teenage pussy. 

"Daddy I'm still a virgin..." She mumbled, embarrassed. I nearly bit off my tongue in surprise. My baby, my sexy little girl was still a virgin. I moved back up her body and gathered her in my arms, covering her in kisses. She reached between us and grasped my cock in her little hand. I moaned against her lips, my hips thrusting against her grasp. 

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I gasped, feeling how thick my dads cock was, how on earth was this going to fit? I purred with delight hearing my daddy moan. My fist pumped up and down, intrigued by his cock. I'd seen some online but never in person. He noticed my curious expression, I could feel him watching me as I leaned down and licked the head. Deciding I liked it, I suckled on the head, my hand still jacking him off as my tongue swirled around his hardon. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing in between my lips, making me moan around him. He pulled my mouth off of him with a groan, quickly flipping me over onto my back. 

"If you keep that up your old man won't last too long," he smiled, biting my bottom lip gently. He spread my legs with his own, taking his cock in hand. He rubbed the head against my slit, making my wetness drip with anticipation. 

"I love you Princess," he murmured in my ear, making my heart leap. 

"I love you Daddy," I whispered, shutting my eyes, feeling him begin to slowly push his cock into my impossibly tight cunt. 

"Daddy..." I whimpered, squirming beneath him. 

"Shh...Shh Princess," he soothed, kissing my neck as he kept filling me with his cock. "Deep breath baby," he murmured. I took a deep breath and let it out with a cry as my daddy took my cherry, his cock ripping me in half. He kissed away my tears, smoothing my hair away from my face. I felt impossibly full as the pain started to fade, replaced by an insatiable urge to be fucked. He could sense my need and his kisses turned to moan inducing bites in my neck, his hands lacing with mine as he started to thrust deep into my pussy, slow and steady. My legs wrapped around his waist, my body on auto pilot as my need took over. 

"Fuck Daddy, fuck yes," I moaned, my back arching against him as he started fucking my soaked pussy harder. Each thrust made me cry out in ecstasy as he manipulated my body in ways like never before. I could feel my pussy tighten around his thick hard cock, and he must have felt it too the way he growled, pulling my legs over my head and resting them on his shoulders, burying his cock deep in my cunt. 

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I couldn't get enough of my daughters sweet cunt wrapped around my cock. I was fucking her harder than I've ever fucked before. I could feel my baby cumming hard over my cock, watched her face screw up in pleasure and almost desperation as I stuffed her with my cock. 

"Moan for Daddy, Princess, make Daddy cum in that sweet pussy," I groaned, listening to her cries of pleasure as she came again, drenching my cock. I couldn't hold off any long and thrust into her once more, emptying over a year of cum into my sexy exhausted daughter. I collapsed beside her, pulling her tightly to me. 

"I love you Princess," I smiled, kissing her jaw. I watched her eyes close sleepily, her cute little tongue licking her lips. 

"I love you Daddy."



Daddy's Princess Ch. 01



"What would we have done without the internet?"

How many people have asked that question? How many lovers have asked it, wrapped in each other's arms? And how many, like us, have had desires that the vanilla world condemns and yet have found their release, their soul-mate through the net?

So here you are, standing in front of me; still clothed from the outside, looking up at me....nervous, excited, aroused, scared. Only inches remain between us, a slight gap filled with conversations where we have replayed this meeting so often. We have repeatedly confessed hearts thick with anticipation, hungered for the first touch, the consummation of our hopes.

"So," I smile "here we are."

It's impossible not to say something ordinary, but the moment is too rich with significance for that to matter.

You nod agreement, and swallow. You are silent with letting go, finally here with the man who reads your heart and fires your mind. You want, need, crave to be acceptable, and you flood to over flowing with your slave hunger.

I reach out and cup your cheek, captured by the soft warmth of you, the reality of you. Without thinking, your face leans into my hold, your eyes glistening with tears.

What was it you said? "I've spent so much of my life believing that I'm not meant to be happy." 

And now, finally, happiness is touching you, and you believe it.

Tears of sadness for the past, happiness for the future, and relief for the present glisten on your eyelashes. I lean down to you and kiss the tears away, tasting your salt, drinking in your scent.

I've heard the whimper you give so often on the phone, but to hear it so clear and close transforms it, and this time I can respond the way I have longed to do so often. I gather you in my arms and press you to me...my lips driving onto yours, my tongue urgent with possession. We have bridged the gap of nervous anticipation, and at last we can let ourselves live the dream.

Even through your coat I can feel your soft curves, your eager flesh as it moulds to me. Fire ignites fire as we kiss, our bodies swelling and opening in desire. All the words we have spoken, the hopes we have shared come to life in us now. It would be so very easy just to fuck, here in the living room, just lose ourselves in the basic act. But there will be so much more time for that. You are here for the weekend, for more than forty-eight hours of private pleasure. 

Still....I feel a traitor to myself, pulling back and looking down at you.

"Not yet my little princess. First, you must get changed and prepare yourself.

You look up at me, lost and sad, wanting, but knowing that you cannot refuse me. You bite your bottom lip, suppressing a pout, and pick up your bag. 

"Through that door into the bedroom. Don't be long."

As your head to the room where you will shed your vanilla skin, I can't resist spanking your arse just the once. I feel its contours, its textures, and I feel my answering arousal.

You look back, smile once, and step into the next room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

As I wait, pacing the flat like a tiger scenting fresh meat at the water hole, you stand and breath deeply, calming yourself. The spank had jolted you, reminding you of the real reason you are here....to be my submissive slave.

The room is small.... space enough for a double bed, a wardrobe and some boxes. The wardrobe grabs your attention. On the front it is hung with floggers, paddles, a cane and crops. On the side there are collars, handcuffs and knives. The whole is neat, laid out like a workshop. Their positioning is balanced and ordered; a place for everything and everything in its place. You shudder...knowing that most if not all of these implements will be used on you during the weekend. And in their blatant display you feel yourself submitting, accepting my right to choose what I do and how I do it.

And even as you gaze at each instrument of my control, you note the items I have told you about but are which not visible; the ropes, the chains, the spreader bar, the violet wand. Your pussy tingles and moistens in anticipation.

You turn to the bed where you have placed your suitcase. You open it, looking at the clothes you have brought for the weekend, garments chosen to display your body and incite my lust. For this first session you lay out a Morgan t-shirt and a short black skirt. Your shoes are to be a pair of black ankle strap high heels. 

Swiftly you strip off your clothes. Your newly shaven cunt still feels cool to the air, and the wetness from our earlier kiss is slightly sticky. Your nipples harden in the cold air, reaching out to me. You look down at your curves and pray that I will be happy with what I see. Your breasts are heavy on your slight frame, and you hips curve seductively. Under 5 foot, you are all woman with a rich hour glass figure. Your hair is short but thick. Your legs are slim and you know that in high heels you always get a second glance from men as you walk by.

And yet, you still worry that you aren't good enough, despite my reassurances that all we have shared has convinced me that you the one I have been looking for.

The skirt sits on your hips, the hem brushing your mid thighs. The tee-shirt moulds to you like a lover's hunger. As you do up the straps on your shoes and check the nail varnish, you run your fingers over the ankle chain. Soon after we had started talking I had requested that you wear a bracelet round your ankle. Since then, it had been a perpetual reminder of your heart's bondage to me. You are my little princess, but you are also my slave, and proud of it.

At the door you pause one last time. The butterflies in your tummy threaten to break out and engulf you. In obedience to my requirements, you pull your shoulders back, stand tall, and stalk into the living room.

I am seated in the recliner, a book in my hand. But as I look up, you feel that buzz of connection.

My eyes and my smile say it all. I like what I see and I am devouring you with my gaze.

"Stand in the middle of the room facing me. I want your legs apart with your feet in line with your shoulders. Place your hands on your head with your elbows out and look straight ahead. You will not say a word unless asked a question."

My commands are abrupt and brook no hesitation. Swiftly you adopt the position, designed to display you and leave you open to my inspection.

Your breasts are lifted to me and your naked cunt is still seeping. The scent of your body's heat permeates the air.

I stand, taking my time, and place the book to one side. You are rooted to the spot, wanting only to please me. Hoping that I will find you good enough.

I walk around you, taking my time to look at the pretty butterfly caught on the pin of my dominance. I am standing behind you when you catch the caress of my breath on your neck. I have leaned in close and I am whispering into your ear.

"Well done my little princess, you look absolutely delightful, and I can smell your pussy juices from here."

Your blush deeply at the coarseness of my words, feeling their truth trickling down your thighs.

Standing now to one side, I reach out and cup a breast through the thin fabric, squeezing it and lifting it. You hear me hum in appreciation. That same hand slides down to your exposed belly, then slides under the t-shirt back up to the waiting globe. The feel of my cool palm on your skin makes you gasp, and your legs almost buckle as I squeeze you again, possessing you casually.

"Beautiful" I murmur, and then pinch the nipple until you whimper.

But still, you keep standing, your hands on your head, willing yourself to suffer what I do and so please me.

My other hand now strokes an exposed thigh, a thumb brushing under the hem of the skirt. Up I explore, initially along the outside, but curving round the back of the leg as I move towards your crotch, my fingers slipping up between your shivering legs. When my forefinger connects with the swollen wetness of your labia you feel an electric shock jerk up from the point of contact into your belly then up until lodging at the base of your skull. You swallow, struggling to maintain your composure, feeling a growing need to be taken and roughly used.

I give a low laugh at the proof of your hunger.

"Soon my little fuck toy; soon you will spread those delightful legs and welcome me into the core of you. But first, I have a present for you."

You can't help turning your head and looking up at me.

"Keep looking ahead, and soon you will know what I have for you."

Your heart thuds more rapidly, and the tension and nerves flood back through you. What have I got for you? But you keep your head facing forward as you hear me unwrap something behind you.

The moment of realisation strikes when you feel the leather at your throat. Standing behind you, I have reached forward and encircled your neck with a band. I pull it snug and push the catch through the appropriate hole. You hear the click of the padlock....and you know that you have been collared. Now, finally, you are completely mine and you wear my collar.

The tears from earlier prick your eyes again. And when I put my arms round your waist and pull you back into me, you can't hold back a sob of pleasure and happiness.

"Well done my pretty one. You are now completely mine, wearing my collar, submitted as my slave." 

I kiss and nibble the junction of your neck and shoulder, tickling you with my beard. Your head leans down to me, resting your cheek on my hair.

I pull back and spin you around. 

"Now you are mine, now I will claim you properly."

I reach down to your top and lift it up above your breasts, freeing their warm softness. They are caught, then fall away from the elastic edge of the top. As they return to their natural state, my breath catches at their weight and curved beauty. 

I have to bend low to draw those puckered nubs into my mouth, resting my hand on your hips to steady myself. I lose myself in the sweet taste and resilient firmness of the nipples, chewing and sucking like a connoisseur, biting harder as your groans of pain/pleasure tell me that you are close to cumming.

I reluctantly stop this delightful torture and grasp the skirt zip. With one downward motion it is opened, and with a twist of my fingers, the button undone. The black fabric flutters to the ground, discarded at your feet. My breath becomes harsh and thick with urgency; your body is so ripe, so ready to be devoured.

I place one hand on your crotch, cupping the slick, moist membranes. The other hand moulds to the curve of an arse cheek, and in that grip, I kiss your lips once again, drinking the wine of your surrender.

Unbidden, your arms encircle my neck, drawn by passion and the need to try and stay upright. But I bend to your downward urging and lay you flat on your back, your legs parted and knees bent.

We search each other's eyes, looking for the least hint of hesitation, of any sign that this isn't desired by the other. But we find only love and a longing to give and take everything.

Shyly, like a virgin, you reach down to where my hardness strains against my trousers. Your fingers trace the outline as your palm presses, testing my hardness. You smile, secretly delighted at my obvious pleasure in you.

There, lying back, your top forming a girdle under your arms, you release me just long enough for my own clothes to be shed, and then we come together again. We are kissing, caressing, locking our legs and bodies in a fierce embrace, until we cannot hold back any longer and with a cry of mutual triumph, I drive my cock into your constricting pussy.

And so it is, this first time, as Master and newly collared slave that we fuck. And despite the promise of dominance and submission, despite the knowledge that no act of intercourse is beyond our limits, we join in the simplest and most traditional of positions. I am on top, my shaft buried in your well; your legs lifted up and holding me in around my back.

I doubt that any missionary would have approved of the reason for our relationship, however orthodox our consummation, but that is the last thought on our minds.

Instead, we move together, our hips naturally finding a rhythm that suites us both, our arms entwined, our lips brushing and nibbling the other's face. And as we rock back and forth, our skin sweaty and slip sliding, we spiral downward and inwards.

Together, our energies condense and coalesce into our hips, even as sparks of ecstasy dance across our nerves. It's like holding one's breath under water, holding back, not wanting to inhale and so end the reality of this. In slow motion we come together and pull apart, teasing each other and smiling.

But however long we want to continue this, our bodies will always betray us. You feel me start to tense up, and with the expectation of my release you hang on that bit longer. 

"Oh fuck.."

My cry is constrained, as through gritted teeth, and with those words, you feel my cock swell and then start its pulsing. Each jet is like plasma to your insides, and the first throb of my orgasm topples you into yours. Your arms and legs grip me even tighter as your cunt milks every last drop...greedily gorging itself on my seed. Your mind fills with colours and sensation shocks, your muscles twitching as you answer my spending with your own.

The intensity of this act slowly clears from our minds and we gaze, silently, each at the other, already feeling our perfect union fragment until the next time. And there will be a next time, so many more next times.

In the silence of recovery, you slowly disentangle yourself from me. I lie back and watch you, wondering what your intentions are.

You brush my lips then trace a pathway of kisses down my chest towards my once proud cock, now limp and emptied. With infinite care you suckle my soft member into your mouth and bathe me with your tongue, searching out any last traces of my essence and drinking the taste of your own.

I smile. I had forgotten that some weeks before I had requested you do that after each time we coupled. But you, in your eagerness to serve have remembered, and with pride, and love, you honour me as a devoted slave honours its Master.

I reach down and stroke your hair.

"You really are my little princess, and I love you."

Those words surround you like a warm blanket. At last, you are home, and safe.