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Daddy Issues

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"Seems I have them, according to my therapist," she said.  He looked up, across the bit of space between their lips and puckered lightly.  She leaned  in, all naked breasts on arms and sheets, and licked his mouth teasingly  before settling in for a kiss of the yummy variety... all softness and just  the edge of firm beneath lips sliding, whiskers tantalizing soft skin. "Really, baby?  How's that?"  he asked, grinning widely at his mistress. "Wellll,"  Therese smiled, trailing a finger over her lover's bare chest, "there is our age difference." "Nonsense,"  Paul laughed. "I'm only fifteen years older than you are, you  adorable thing, hardly old enough to be your father."  He reached out a hand  and pinched her bottom, lazily drawing the sheet down to get a better look.  "Need a spanking, love?" Her hair, edging toward long and all unruly curls, auburn, drifted over his  shoulder as she rose up on one arm to look him squarely in the eye.  "Offering to give me one, Daddy?" "I am so not your daddy." "You're mean and hateful. Hmmmph."  Therese sat up in the hotel bed, naked  sheets disheveled around her thighs, arms crossed beneath rather nice 38-D  tits, and spun to face him. "I am very, very nice to you, brat,"  he smiled indulgently. "See?" Therese flashed him a triumphant grin. "You do encourage me, calling  me diminutive nicknames and showing me off the way you do.  You do treat me  like a little girl sometimes, like your little dollhouse whore, like an  incestuous parent."

Let her have her fantasies, Paul thought.  Weird friggin' fantasies, but if  she wanted to pretend he was her dad, that was fine with him just so she  didn't talk about it when all he wanted was a good fucking.  So far as he  knew her father was overseas somewhere, and Therese never saw him anyway.

"You like me, and you know it,"  she murmured, running her hand down under  covers to find him half-hard already inside brightly patterned boxer shorts.  "So?"  Paul grinned insolently.  "I like you, so sue me." Therese began to lick little fluttery kisses under his waistband, eliciting  moans and a half-hearted attempt at shorts removal.  She took over the task, pulling them low on his thighs, then off. "You wear underwear to bed, you hateful beast." "You should see me at home, baby.  I sleep in full armor." "Do not, you devil."  she began flitting her tongue up the sensitive  underbelly of his cock.  "You've liked your wife just fine for several years  now." "Can you not discuss her and blow me at the same time, please, baby?"  Paul  groaned. Good God. 

Having a mistress was one thing, but having such an openminded one was  sometimes not what he had bargained for.  That he and Therese were both  married, even happily so, bothered Therese not in the least.  Paul, who found guilt a minor annoyance that crept up rarely if at all, did  not feel that permission was necessary or even desirable to a good affair.  And this one was a very, very good affair. Still....

Therese slid his cockhead between her lips, sucking him in deeply.  "Mmmm, god, baby..."  he moaned, his eyes rolling back. "Such a good little slut, such a hot little whore.. godddd....."  Her hand grasped the shaft of him, moving up and down with her lips, flattening onto his belly as she slid his  cock into the back of her throat.

Paul couldn't take it any more, and wanted to cum in her, or on her, but not  into her mouth just yet.  He'd waited nearly a year to fuck Therese this  time, and he didn't want to miss anything.  Pulling her up from his hard-on, he flipped her over onto her back and played Moses-parting-the-waters with  her silky, voluptuous thighs. "Got something for ya, baby," he smiled, entering her heated wet velvet cunt  in one stroke. Therese looked up into his deep green eyes with her lighter ones, and gasped, going glassy and lips-open, oh-so-innocent features registering surprised  pleasure and heated desire all at once.  She was right - he did like her, he  thought, hot little bitch, and fucked her hard.

"Fuck me hard, lover, please," she gasped. "Like this?"  he muttered, her ankles over his shoulders, pounding her into  the mattress. "Mmmm hmmmm, uh huh," Therese gasped, tightening around him like a  velvet-gloved fist.  Paul changed angles again, rolling Therese to her hands  and knees, entering her from behind.  One hand grasped Therese's curvy hip, the other found its way into her hair. He reached up the back of her head, fingers outstretched, and grabbed a  handful of auburn tresses, turning her head back as he leaned over her.

"Whose are you?" Paul growled into his mistress' ear. "Yours," Therese whimpered.  Whimpered as she melted, hot glass around his  cock, sucking him in deeper and tighter and hotter and harder and mmmmm.... "What do I do with you, my darling slut?"  he snarled, pounding her cervix, running his hip-hand over her back, hard, not quite scratching but nearly, feeling the pressure build almost to explosion in his cock. "W-whatever you want, love," she sighed, little moans and whimpers escaping  as she imploded around him.

He came, then, erupting inside her, releasing her hair, using both hands on  her hips to pull her to him faster, harder, droplets of sweat rolling off him  onto her back.  Therese, beneath him, sank flat out on her belly on the bed, the hotel sheets long since fallen to the floor. They fell into a heap, together, all flesh and sweat and cum and skin, kissing until the room spun around them and their breath caught in each  other's airspace.

"Ummm.... where does Mom think you are, anyway, darlin'?"  Therese asked.  "Oh, I told her I was in Memphis, working on a project for work," Paul said.  "Where did you tell her you were?" "Oh, I didn't,"  Therese said.  "Last I talked to her she still thinks I'm  mad at her for marrying you in the first place." 

Daddy Issues



"Seems I have them, according to my therapist," she said. 

He looked up, across the bit of space between their lips and puckered lightly. She leaned in, all naked breasts on arms and sheets, and licked his mouth teasingly before settling in for a kiss of the yummy variety... all softness and just the edge of firm beneath lips sliding, tantalizing soft skin.

"Really, baby? How's that?" he asked, grinning widely at his mistress.

"Wellll," Therese smiled, trailing a finger over her lover's bare chest, "there is our age difference."

"Nonsense," Paul laughed. "I'm only a few years older than you are, you adorable thing, hardly old enough to be your father." He reached out a hand and pinched her bottom, lazily drawing the sheet down to get a better look. "Need a spanking, love?"

Her hair, edging toward long and all unruly curls, drifted over his shoulder as she rose up on one arm to look him squarely in the eye. "Offering to give me one, Daddy?"

"I am so not your daddy."

"You're mean and hateful. Hmmmph." Therese sat up in the hotel bed, naked sheets disheveled around her thighs, arms crossed beneath rather nice 38-D tits, and spun to face him.

"I am very, very nice to you, brat," he smiled indulgently.

"See?" Therese flashed him a triumphant grin. "You do encourage me, calling me diminutive nicknames and showing me off the way you do. You do treat me like a little girl sometimes, like your little dollhouse whore, like an incestuous parent."

Let her have her fantasies, Paul thought. Weird friggin' fantasies, but if she wanted to pretend he was her dad, that was fine with him just so she didn't talk about it when all he wanted was a good fucking. So far as he knew her father was overseas somewhere, and Therese never saw him anyway.

"You like me, and you know it," she murmured, running her hand down under covers to find him half-hard already inside brightly patterned boxer shorts. 

"So?" Paul grinned insolently. "I like you, so sue me."

Therese began to lick little fluttery kisses under his waistband, eliciting moans and a half-hearted attempt at shorts removal. She took over the task, pulling them low on his thighs, then off. "You wear underwear to bed, you hateful beast."

"You should see me at home, baby. I sleep in full armor."

"Do not, you devil." she began flitting her tongue up the sensitive underbelly of his cock. "You've liked your wife just fine for several years now."

"Can you not discuss her and blow me at the same time, please, baby?" Paul groaned. 

Good God. Having a mistress was one thing, but having such an openminded one was sometimes not what he had bargained for. That he and Therese were both married, even happily so, bothered Therese not in the least. Paul, who found guilt a minor annoyance that crept up rarely if at all, did not feel that permission was necessary or even desirable to a good affair. And this one was a very, very good affair. Still.... Therese slid his cockhead between her lips, sucking him in deeply.

"Mmmm, god, baby..." he moaned, his eyes rolling back. "Such a good little slut, such a hot little whore.. godddd....." Her hand grasped the shaft of him, moving up and down with her lips, flattening onto his belly as she slid his cock into the back of her throat.

Paul couldn't take it any more, and wanted to cum in her, or on her, but not into her mouth just yet. He'd waited nearly a year to fuck Therese this time, and he didn't want to miss anything. Pulling her up from his hard-on, he flipped her over onto her back and played Moses-parting-the-waters with her silky, voluptuous thighs.

"Got something for ya, baby," he smiled, entering her heated wet velvet cunt in one stroke. Therese looked up into his deep dark eyes with her lighter ones, and gasped, going glassy and lips-open, oh-so-innocent features registering surprised pleasure and heated desire all at once. She was right - he did like her, he thought, hot little slut, and fucked her hard.

"Fuck me hard, lover, please," she gasped.

"Like this?" he muttered, her ankles over his shoulders, pounding her into the mattress.

"Mmmm hmmmm, uh huh," Therese gasped, tightening around him like a velvet-gloved fist. Paul changed angles again, rolling Therese to her hands and knees, entering her from behind. One hand grasped Therese's curvy hip, the other found its way into her hair. He reached up the back of her head, fingers outstretched, and grabbed a handful of golden tresses, turning her head back as he leaned over her.

"Whose are you?" Paul growled into his mistress' ear.

"Yours," Therese whimpered. Whimpered as she melted, hot glass around his cock, sucking him in deeper and tighter and hotter and harder and mmmmm....

"What do I do with you, my darling slut?" he snarled, pounding her cervix, running his hip-hand over her back, hard, not quite scratching but nearly, feeling the pressure build almost to explosion in his cock.

"W-whatever you want, lover," she sighed, little moans and whimpers escaping as he battered her cunt.

He came, then, erupting inside her, releasing her hair, using both hands on her hips to pull her to him faster, harder, droplets of sweat rolling off him onto her back. Therese, beneath him, sank flat out on her belly on the bed, the hotel sheets long since fallen to the floor. They fell into a heap, together, all flesh and sweat and cum and skin, kissing until the room spun around them and their breath caught in each other's airspace.

"Ummm.... where does Mom think you are, anyway?" Therese asked. 

"Oh, I told her I was in New York, working on a project for work," Paul said. "Where did you tell her you were?"

"Oh, I didn't," Therese said. "Last I talked to her she still thinks I'm mad at her for marrying you in the first place."



Daddy Issues



I can't tell anyone. I want to tell everyone. I have a boyfriend!

He isn't really a boyfriend. That's why I can't tell anyone. He is older. People would kill me. I think it would be even worse for him. I don't think he would go to jail or anything, I mean, I'm 18 and all. I graduated. I have a job. But still.

I want to tell Tanya. Tanya is my best friend. I love her. I just hate her too. She always has a boy friend, usually a couple. Like every Friday, I was sitting there watching her get ready for a date. She tells me all about him and how beautiful his eyes are or how great his arms are. She always decides before she goes out how far it's going to go. I have to hear it all. I want to tell her how silly she is to be worried about kissing some boy or maybe letting him put his hand up his shirt. I want to tell her what Richard is going to do to me later. I can't though. Richard is her dad.

Last night, Friday, was pretty typical. I waited around for her date to show up. She likes that. She texts me for my report on what I thought. I tell her I liked his eyes or his car. It's always something stupid like that. She asked me what I thought. Tonight I said I liked his hair and pulled my T-shirt up over my head. I pulled my hair out of my ponytail and let it hang over my bare shoulders. He sat and watched me. 

He is a good looking man. He is tall and muscular. He's a cop. As long as I have known him he shaved his head and it is smooth and tan. I like the hair on his chest and how some of it is gray. I think he is like 45 but I'm not really sure. I thought he was over 50 and said something one time and he laughed at me. He wears glasses to watch TV. His hands are so much larger than boys' hands. His legs are so much stronger than the boys I watch run around campus. I thought when we started Community College I would meet men. They were really just boys. That's what did it. That's why I seduced him.

I let my bra loose. He always closes his eyes a little when I really start to get naked. We haven't talked about it, really. I think we both know if we talked about it we would stop. I think he wants to stop. I just know that he can't. Standing in front of the TV I pulled my shorts down. I've learned to do it slowly. I do a little turn. I bought a strip tease DVD at blockbuster on clearance. I don't really do a whole dance, just pieces of it. I turned my back to him and tugged at panties. I wanted to get sexy panties, the real ones with lace. I got embarrassed and stuck with the cute little "Pink" ones everyone wears. He doesn't seem to mind.

I think my ass is huge. I know how much bigger it is than Tanya's. My mom is the same way. We are curvy. I will get fat just like her but for now I'm just curvy. I don't think he would like me if I were super skinny like Tanya. I think he likes that I am built like a woman. I bend my knees as I pull my panties down. It's kind of a squat move. Then, when they are at my ankles I straighten my legs and my bare ass goes straight up into the air.

That's the end of my seduction. I go over to the couch and sit beside him. Sometimes I lay with my head in his lap. This time I stretched out with my legs up on the arm. I watch whatever he is watching, a lot of times it's Sports Center. We watch Sports Center a lot and I ask him questions. He always answers. His voice is deep and calm. After a few minutes I rolled over half way and took his hand and put it between my legs. I looked up at him. "Do it slow," and I closed my eyes.

He teased the little hairs around my pussy. It was torment. I loved how it would tickle just a little. Not the squirm away tickle, it was softer and just made me melt. He would run his thick fingers over the edges of me and my legs would just creep open. I ached to feel him inside of me but that wasn't what really felt good. He just knew what he was doing. I took his finger and raised it to my mouth. I sucked it a little and licked it a lot, the same way I would suck his cock. I felt his cock twitching under my head. He was always hard. I guess he wasn't that old. I let go of his wet finger and he put it on me. Just barely inside of me. He knew where my clit was. I had read all about this in Cosmo but had never had a boy try to get to it. He did. He pressed right down on me and moved his finger in little circles. It would make my body twitch. I lied there and let it happen. I looked up at him. He was watching me but looked away. I knew he was embarrassed. I closed my eyes again so he could watch. I imagined him looking at me. I started to imagine him on top of me and they started to hit me.

I had never made myself orgasm. The way he touched me they slammed into me one after another. It was like being on a bumpy road. My body would stiffen right before they started and then shake. He said I made little squeak noises but I had no idea. When I came he would stop moving his fingers and just press his large hand flat against me. 

I had a bunch of texts. They were going to a party. There would be lots of guys and beers. She told me I could get laid. I felt snarky and told her something about not fucking little boys. She said something about me dropping 20 pounds and I might be able to. She was drinking. I blew it off. She would apologize in the morning. 

I wanted to blow him. I liked to lie on the couch and suck him. He didn't want me to get him off while I sucked him. I wanted desperately to. It meant that we could spend an hour lying on the couch with his cock in my mouth as I teased and licked him. I went to pull him out of his jeans and he stroked my cheek and said not tonight. I asked him if we could go to bed.

He said yes.

It had taken him months to finally give in to intercourse. I hate that word. It doesn't sound anything like what it is. It can be a lot of things. Fucking, humping, making love, but "intercourse" just doesn't say anything. For months we would play around. I would ask him and he would say no. I would climb on his lap and grind my pussy against his cock until I thought he would explode but he resisted. I got him finally. Took advantage of him actually. I felt bad the next day but I got over it.

He followed me up the stairs. I swayed my hips shifting my ass from side to side. I knew how that got it him. Really, all girls need to watch that DVD! Down the hall and into his room I walked, he stayed a step or two behind me. He had three different moods in bed. I was getting good at telling which mood it would be. 

That first time was what I would call angry. It's not that he is angry with me, it's just the intensity. It is true fucking. I can make it angry sex when I really want it. If we spend a weekend by the pool and he has had a couple of beers I can flirt him into it. I can make him want it so bad that he takes me. That's what I did to finally get him. Tanya and I were lying out while he did yard work. He had his shirt off and he was tan and sweaty. I just wanted him too badly to let him get away with just fingering me. I would sneak around the corner of the house and flash him my tits. I would rub myself through my bikini and he would try to look away but he couldn't. 

When he finished he joined us in the pool. I went inside to get Tanya and me sodas and came out with a bottle of beer. While Tanya floated off at the other end of the pool I worked the beer bottle like a cock. He had three or four before Tanya finally went out. I pretended to leave when she did, then turned the corner and snuck in the back gate. He was sitting by the pool smoking. He hid the fact that he smoked. I stripped out of my clothes and suit and walked in the house and up to his room. He walked in behind me with a look on his face I had never seen before. 

He took me hard then rolled me over. He took me from behind. It was crazy. He kissed me like he had never kissed me before. When he finished we just collapsed on his bed and laid there under the fan forever. I knew that face now. Talking dirty I could make him have that face. Sometimes I would call the house and ask for Tanya when I knew she wasn't there. He would listen and I would tell him how bad I needed him to fuck me. I thought about him being stuck at home with that look on his face wanting me.

I will admit. Friday I was mad at Tanya and was in an angry sex kind of mood but I could tell right away he wasn't feeling it. It could still go either way. I would find out when we got in the room. 

Sad wasn't my favorite. I knew it would be sad if, when he walked in, he took me in his arms and then kissed me on the forehead. I read a lot about sex. I would find books and read stories on the internet. When it was sad I think you would call him submissive. I could do what I wanted to him. I had read about doms and subs. I hoped some day he would teach me. I read about being dominated and hoped some day he would tie me to the bed and make me a "slut." This wasn't like that. I would kiss him and he would just lie back in the bed. I would get on top of him and ride him long and slowly. He would press his eyes closed as long as he could. He couldn't resist looking at me though. I would lean back and just let him. I could put on a little show. I would press my tits together and he would watch me come. Sometimes I would be there for an hour before he would finally come for me. 

I would worry when it was sad that it would be the last time. I didn't know what he was thinking so I could only guess. I would lie in bed with him after and let him hold me. Sometimes he would fall to sleep with me in his arms and I would lie there and fantasize about every night being like this. Usually though before he would dose he would get out of bed. He would tell me I had to go. He would kiss my forehead again and I would have to go home wondering if it was over.

I didn't always go home. Long before there was anything with Richard I would stay at Tanya's house for days at a time. Before Tanya's mom left she was more of a mom to me than my mother. Family secret, my mother is addicted to pain killers and vodka. She always has been. I don't think I will ever drink. Tanya steals Richard's beer and he knows. He asked me once if I did. I told him no and he knew better than to wonder why not. I think it's important that he knows I'm not drunk when we go to bed, I'm just guessing. 

So yeah, I don't always go home but if it is sad, I usually do. Sometimes I will sleep in Tanya's room. She will come home from a date and find me sleeping in her bed. She will crawl in next to me and tell me about her date. I will smile to myself. 

When Tanya's mom left it was hard on her. It was just before her senior year. Her mom had been having an affair, for years. She betrayed Richard and Tanya. They had love for her that I didn't have. I think I was angrier than they were. I stayed here more often after that. I would tell Tanya that her father was like my father and she was like my sister. I never thought that though. I liked Richard different than that. I don't think he knew.

Back to last night, I get distracted. I stepped into his room and he took me in his arms. It wasn't sad, it was sweet. I liked sweet. Sweet made me feel things. I know I am just a silly young girl but when he took me in his arms and looked down at me with his light gray eyes I gave myself to him fully. He kissed me deeply our bodies pressed together. I loved the warmth of him, the size of him. I felt safe like I had never felt before. He would kiss me for a long time. He would pick me up and carry me to the bed. I'm not some little thing, a boy couldn't do that.

His mouth moved down my body. I held his head against me when I liked where his lips and tongue were. I stroked his bald head as he sucked at my tits and warmed me up. He kissed my belly. I felt the same tickle at my lips and then his tongue on me.

Tanya once told me about the boy that wanted to lick her. I giggled. 

I relaxed totally and his tongue and lips, his fingers and thumb moved around me, moved inside of me. He had total control. He would get me so close I could feel it starting and then he would change it up. He could make me grunt uncontrollably. I think it was a game to him. He put his finger inside of me and then took my little clit into his mouth. He pressed his tongue against me and held me against his teeth and then I knew it was coming. His finger moved. He didn't fuck me with his finger; he just moved it inside of me. I came so hard. My legs tensed to tight they ached. I gripped at the sheets and he kept going. I wanted him to stop but, fuck; I didn't want him to stop.

He let me calm down and catch my breath. He occupied himself with my body. In my mind, I called this making love. He touched and caressed me everywhere. He would lick and touch me. He would nibble at my shoulders. I laid with my arms spread and let him have me. I felt his teeth on my arms and legs. He let me recover and when I was ready for him I would simply put my hands on his back and he would move on top of me.

He entered me slowly. I felt every bit of him slide into me. I try not to say love except when I talk about his cock. I have told him I love his cock. My pussy loves his cock. My body loves his cock. He goes slow and deep. I press my hips up to meet him. I looked into his eyes and he looked back at me. He smiled at me and I kissed him. I gripped him around the neck. He was so strong I couldn't pull him down on me. He would straighten his arms and I would be pulling myself off the bed to kiss him. With our lips locked he took me. He would go faster and harder forever. It felt like forever. I wanted him in me forever. 

I came differently with him inside of me. It didn't have the earth shaking intensity he would get with his mouth. It started slowly and then just hit me again and again with each thrust. Sweet nights were different. Sweet nights he would finish inside of me. He would fill me with his hot man load. Sorry, but that's what I think of it as. I think of it as a big fat ball of gooey him. I love to feel it inside me; I love to feel him sliding inside of my wet pussy smearing his load in me. I know this is totally dirty but I just fucking love it... deal.

Sweet nights are different. We will do it again. Maybe I will be on top. Maybe he will be on top again. We don't really think about it. If I am lucky he will do me doggie style. Not the first time. The first time I want him on top, maybe the second though. 

If it's hot I can talk him into a swim. We sneak naked out to the pool and skinny dip in the dark. There is always lots of kissing.

Sweet nights I almost always stay. When he is finally done I slip out of bed and lock the door. I climb back in beside him. I fall to sleep first. He tells me I snore. Tanya has to knock on the door when she gets home to let him know. She will text me something disgusting and I have to make sure my phone is on vibrate.

On sweet nights I want to tell him I love him. When he is asleep I do. He's even told me it back, but he was asleep.

You don't have to tell me I'm just a little girl being taken advantage of. You don't have to tell me I'm emotionally vulnerable from a broken home. You don't have to tell me I have daddy issues. I know all that.

Tanya is too lazy for school. She fucked around senior year. I hate to think that if she didn't we would be off at State already. My dirty little secret, I could be there on scholarship already. I'm a brain. Haven't gotten a B since Junior High and that was bull shit, I had chicken pox. If Tanya gets in I'm sure I will go off with her.

I think about going off the pill and getting pregnant. Maybe it will happen on its own. That happens sometimes. I read about it.

My dad lives in California. I could run off and go to school a thousand miles away and put all this behind me.

I don't want to think about it. It's easier to just roll him over and fuck him again. I can take his cock in my mouth and suck him awake.



Daddy Issues



Years ago when I was a young man I got a sweet gig in a band that toured resorts around the world. We sang cover songs and played big hotels in some of the most exotic places in the world. I was in heaven. I was singing for a living and meeting great people, having amazing parties and getting laid by fantastic women. 

On one particular tour in Dubai we hired a woman to replace the female lead singer and this lady, Ariel, was a friend of a friend from back home. It was great to spend time with a person from near where I was from, and talk about old times with people Ariel and I both knew. 

After a few weeks Ariel and I started sleeping together. She was an elfin girl, five foot three maybe, super fit, with an amazing body. Ariel was also an actress so she was very pretty and had a huge personality. It was some of the best sex I had ever had. We went at it day and night. We were young, had more money than we had ever had and the crowds went crazy for our singing. 

Then she got pregnant. 

It was one of those shitty one in million chances. We used condoms, and she was on the pill but somehow she still got pregnant. 

We panicked a bit thinking it was the end of our lives. I was 22 and she was 20. Yet in the end we worked it out. She would go home to live with her folks and I would finish my next two contracts in Asia, then come join her. 

When our Dubai gig ended we both flew back to Canada and set up house at her parents. It was embarrassing to come home like that and meet her family, but they were cool and we got along great. When I left there was much crying, but also a strange sense of relief from her that confused me. 

We talked all the time on the phone and I sent her money and played my shows. Between Bangkok and Singapore, the city that was supposed to be my last in the band I went back to Canada to visit Ariel. It was awkward and we talked a lot about our life. I couldn't keep my hands off the bump growing in her belly, but we didn't sleep together. I was a guest in her parents' home. 

Before I left she told me she didn't love me, and that she didn't think we should be a couple. Ariel wanted me to be in the baby's life, but that I should go live my life and not sacrifice my dreams for them. It was crazy. I felt so much guilt and shame because that is what I wanted too. We spoke with her parents and I called mine and in the end I left and went back to my life and agreed to be the daddy, but only from afar. 

I continued with my tours and whenever I had time off I travelled to stay with Ariel and our baby Ava, the most adorable little girl in the world. Whenever I came home my folks would come to stay as well and we all became an unusual but close family. 

I started writing original songs and sending them to friends in the music business and I still enjoyed singing in the band immensely. My life was still that of a young man on the road, and when I wanted I had this little family thing going that was fun as well. 

Then Ariel met someone. Ava was seven and I was in Taiwan when Ariel phoned and told me she was in love, and going to get married. 

The next visit I would have had with them I opted out to give the newlyweds some space. The next time was Christmas and the group of them went to his parents place for the holidays, so I spent it with my folks at their place. 

One thing led to another and the visits became fewer and farther between. 

I never lost touch and still sent money, but now it went to Ava's future and not to the necessities of life. I was superfluous and it hurt a little. There they were living a normal life and as I grew older and lonelier I realized I was never going to be a rock star. 

I focused more on writing for others and actually had a number one hit for a summer. I was listed as a co-writer for the singer but it was my song with minor tweaks from someone in the studio. I now had a lot more money and was in more demand as a song writer. It wasn't enough to live off of, but as a bonus to my gigging money it was great. I bought a little house on the beach in Mexico and for the first time in my life owned more than what I could carry in a suitcase. 

Then I turned forty and wondered if touring was my passion anymore. 

I hadn't seen Ava in a couple years, I had no lover, few friends and I was tired. 

I left the band and moved to my place in Mexico. I was writing full time and built a small studio in a room in the beach house. I was nervous about money, but there was enough saved up that I could coast for a while and still be in good shape. I needed to make a change in my life and now was the time.

Ava graduated from high school and was now eighteen. A grown woman. At least in her own eyes. She told us that she wanted to come live with me for the summer before she started college and I loved the idea. I hadn't seen her in over two years and I missed her. 

When she stepped off the plane I almost didn't recognize her. She was a gorgeous young woman. I could see her mother in her, and myself, but mostly she was her own person and she looked fabulous. She was five foot six, petite and fit. Her long honey brown hair was loose and curled, her big green eyes wide open and thrilled to see me, her pretty pink mouth spread in a wide smile of joy.

We hugged and I held her to me, so happy to feel this complete. It had been so long since I felt so connected to somebody and feeling her firm body vibrating with so much emotion made me feel overwhelmed and I was filled with an overabundance of gratitude for having a daughter so happy to see me.

We went for dinner and tried to catch up, but both of us were babbling about our lives. She told me about her Mom and Dad, yes it broke my heart a little to hear her call Gavin Dad, and I tried to tell her about my music but I wanted to know about her and never finished any thoughts. We had some wine with dinner and she got drunk right away having never had alcohol before. 

As the conversation progressed two things struck me about Ava. One was that she was very mature and smart. I had known she was intelligent, but her maturity was a surprise. More than once she made observations about her life that made me realize how tuned into herself and the world around her she was. I was very proud of that, even though I had very little to do with it. 

The other thing that struck me was in direct contrast to her maturity. Ava was very sheltered. We had spent a lot of money on her education, putting her in a private school with only two hundred other students from grade 3 to 12. It wasn't my call, but I liked that she was getting a very hands on education. Yet now I could see that she hadn't experienced much of the regular high school life I expected to hear from her. 

As we got to know each other again that night over dinner and on the drive back home she told me she had never had alcohol, never been to a rock concert, never had a driver's licence, never been abroad until now, and didn't swear. She had never even had a boyfriend. 

"You've never had a boyfriend?!" I was incredulous.

"Well I went on a couple dates, but..."

"There were boys at yours school though right?"

"Yeah, but they were like brothers to me. I knew them, like, my whole life." She looked repulsed by the thought.

"What about guys in your neighborhood, or whatever?"

"I never met any I liked enough."

"So you've never fooled around with a boy?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know... messing around with sex stuff...?" I lost steam part way through that comment as it suddenly seemed too invasive. 

"Oh God Glen! No!" It hurt that she called me Glen and not Dad, but I understood that to her Gavin was Dad. 

"I'm sorry. We can change the subject if you want."

We sat in silence for a moment letting that sink in. Later we resumed when at home. We were now sitting on the back veranda the surf crashing thirty feet away the night warm and sultry sipping wine.

"Um..., did you have sex in high school?" Her voice was soft and tentative, but I could hear the curiosity that impelled her to break the silence. I wanted her to know me, and I hated to deny her anything, always had, so I answered.

"Yeah. I had a few girlfriends, and we had sex a lot. Once we started it was really hard to stop. It felt so good. Y'know."

"No, I don't." she sounded really sad. "I think I have a normal sexual appetite, I suppose, but I'm shy about it."

She was looking off into the night sky and seemed wistful. I wasn't sure where she was going with this, but I remembered being young and awkward so I spoke. "When we are young sex can seem so big. So overwhelming, and as your mom and I can attests it can have powerful ramifications, but it is pretty cool, and ultimately not that big a deal. We all have it, like it and it certain ways, and crave it. It's just life."

"Yeah. I guess. It just seems so important to everyone. I wonder what I'm missing."

"So have some."

"With who?"

"Someone you like. It doesn't have to mean anything. It isn't going to change who you are, or suddenly feel like learning a new language that everyone else is speaking but you can't understand. More like learning a new word in your language. One you never noticed before, but as soon as you learn it you hear it everywhere. "

"I've had that happen. When I learned iridescent I had never heard it before, then it was everywhere." She seemed excited by that analogy.

"Yeah. So sex is kinda like that. You know it is out there now, but once you have it, it makes more sense, and you will figure out what everyone is going on about. "

She looked pensive.

"This is pretty personal, so don't tell if you don't want to, but do you masturbate?"

"No!" Ava was appalled, or at least she was pretending to be. 

"Why not"

"Because... Well it... I don't know. It feels dirty." She was embarrassed, but I think it was more because she didn't masturbate, not because she was embarrassed to talk about it.

"So you've tried?"

"Yes I tried a few times, but I didn't know what to do really." She spoke more quietly, and I could see her blushing in the light of the candles we had lit.

"Hey, don't feel bad about this. It is hard to talk about, I know. Just remember I love you. I'm not going to judge you. This is awkward to talk about, but it is pretty great stuff, sex." Then I knew what to do. 

"Hold on." I said and went and got my laptop. When I returned she was curled up on her chair looking vulnerable and scared. "Okay. Take this to bed. Look up masturbation on Google and watch some woman do it. "

"I don't want to look at porn. "

"Everybody looks at porn. It's fine. You deserve to feel good about your body. Try it out and pretty quickly you'll figure out what to do on your own and find out what feels good to you. Then you'll be set."

Ava looked dubious, but took the computer. There was silence for a moment than I said, "Well that was a nice bonding session." We looked at each other a moment and then laughed as tension released. 

"I'm going to bed Ava. But I am happy to talk about any of this stuff if you want, or don't want. I have no agenda beyond helping you be as happy as can be."

"Thanks Glen. I appreciate it. I guess I'll keep you posted..." she grinned.

"Fine. I love you. I kissed her soft hair and went to bed feeling stupidly proud of my clumsy parenting. 

The next few days were amazing. Ava didn't talk about what she did alone in her room, but when I looked at my laptop history I saw several searches for masturbation for girls and her mood was so good I assumed she had been making herself feel pretty good. 

I tried not to work too often but after days of the two of us hanging out, swimming exploring and just getting to know each other I needed to catch up on my music.

Ava seemed perfectly happy to let me do that, and as I closed the door to my studio I saw her wander down the beach in her sarong and bikini, a small bag of supplies suggesting she might be gone a while. 

After a few hours Ava came back with a bit of a sunburn and big smile on her face. 

"I met some kids further down the beach. They seem cool, and invited me to a party tonight. Do you mind if I go?"

I think I felt that same feeling that every parent has when their child begins to have a life independent from them, but my journey was so much faster than theirs. In mere days I had been left behind.

"Not at all. Just take your phone and call me if you need a ride or whatever. Have fun." 

And off she went.

She got home around one in the morning and I was in bed, but not asleep. She knocked lightly on my door. I quickly covered up my nudity with a sheet, I had been reading with the covers off and letting the air cool me. 

"Come in"

"Hey I saw the light and figured you might be up."

"I am. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I did. I had a couple beers too, so I'm a little tipsy." She giggled and came and sat on the bed. "I love you Glen. I'm so glad I came here." She leaned in to hug me and I saw that she was a little more than tipsy. 

"I'm so glad you did too Babe. You are wonderful. I love you." My grown up daughter snuggled her face into my neck and sighed a big drunken sigh as we hugged on my bed. 

"Awwww..." she cooed and squeezed me hard. I smiled and tried not to laugh at her first sloppy drunken emotional state.

"Tell me about the party." I said.

Ava twisted around and lay down beside me on the bed. She was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt, she had bare feet and her hair was long and loose. As she stretched out along my body I adjusted so that I could lay beside her for optimum cuddling, then she related her night to me.

It wasn't anything thrilling to me after years of hard parties, but she was clearly enraptured by the experience of having a bonfire on the beach with booze, kids singing songs, playing guitar and dancing around the fire. 

Soon her voice slurred more and the story came slower. I asked her if she was falling asleep, she said no, but so groggily that it made me laugh. 

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Can I please stay here, I don't wanna move. "

I was so touched that my baby girl wanted to sleep next to me that I accepted it. I pulled the coverlet I had discarded at the foot of the bed over her and turned off the light, stretching over her body as she slumped beside me. When I reached over her she reached up and hugged me again. It was so sweet.

With the light off and her covered I settled in to sleep. 

From the darkness Ava spoke.

"Thank you for showing me those videos." 

I didn't remember showing her any videos so it took a second to figure out what she meant.

"Pardon?"

"The masturbation movies." 

"Oh. Yeah. That helped...?"

"Yup."

"I'm glad. That's great."

"Yup." She giggled again and I laughed with her happy that she was feeling better about her body. 

Sleep eventually took us after some silly meaningless conversation. We were snuggled in and sleeping together in a way I had not had with her for such a long time I got a little teary eyed as I drifted off. I was so in love with my beautiful daughter.

After so long alone I had forgotten what it felt like to have a woman in my bed, and when I woke up I was spooning Ava, cumming into the sheets my cock wedged into her ass as I dry humped her through the sheets, having a sex dream. She was humping back seemingly having a sex dream of her own. Groggy and confused I was reaching around her and massaging her breasts moaning my pleasure. 

I have always been a sleep fucker. I had read that it was like sleepwalking and some people did it more than others. I hadn't slept with a woman overnight in years and it had slipped my mind last night. It didn't always happen, actually it didn't happen that often at all, but it was happening now and it looked like Ava might be doing the same thing. 

I seriously tried to disengage but I really didn't want to wake Ava up and force her to discover our compromising situation. First I had to stop groping her breast, but she had a death grip on my hand, I looked over her shoulder to see what I could do and saw that her other hand was frigging frantically between her thighs. At some point she had removed her shorts, leaving her in tiny pink panties. Her legs were clenched together around her hand and she was humping her own arm and that was why she was grinding her ass into me. 

I moved my cock from her butt and once more attempted to ease my hand off her boob but just then she started to moan quietly and she tilted back her head and started to cum. I could tell, I'd seen it enough times before, particularly because she looked like her mother as she climaxed. 

Ava came long and hard, and it looked so beautiful and so sexy that my cock stayed hard as she bucked back and forth against me. I felt terrible but I started to massage her breasts and rub her nipple to give her even more pleasure. I wanted my sweet girl to feel good, and still partially asleep I wanted to feel her gorgeous teen body. 

I lay down in case she woke up so I could claim to still be asleep, but I felt good holding her trembling form as she shuddered through an orgasm. 

She mercifully stayed asleep. I suspect it was the booze. When she slumped into a passive sleep once more I extracted myself from her and got out of bed. I tried to shower off my shame, but it wasn't on my skin. I wandered around the house in my think housecoat and tried to take my mind off what had happened, but it was so erotically compelling that I my mind went over every detail obsessively. 

I went into the studio and began to write music. I used my sexual tension and wrote two songs about it in thinly veiled metaphor. I hoped no-one would ever hear them but I didn't count on Ava.

When I came out she was curled up on a bench on the veranda looking at the ocean nursing a cup of coffee.

"I loved that last song Glen. It was so passionate."

"Thanks. Does your mom never play tapes of us?"

"Oh I knew you could sing really well, I mean the writing. That song was great." She looked sincere, if hung over, and once more I felt a surge of pride for my little girl. 

"That's some lucky girl." She said quietly.

"Who?" I was genuinely confused. 

"The woman in the song." She was really fishing, glancing at me, and then away. I thought she was trying to tease me about having a secret girlfriend.

"Oh, no. I just made her up. An imaginary lover."

"Oh good." When she said that we looked at each other and she started to blush.

"Wow! Don't you want me to have a girlfriend?" I was a little hurt but covered it with humour.

"No! No no no no! I meant I didn't want you to keep a secret from me." 

"Oh. Sorry. There's no-one to keep secret. Not for a while now."

"Well I think you deserve the perfect woman. "

"Thanks, kiddo. That means a lot to me." She smiled so openly, so happily and looked so cute all rumbled from sleep and being hung over that I blurted out "You're my perfect girl. You're all I need." And as she blushed and looked embarrassed I remembered what had happened this morning and felt a blush of my own. 

She saw it and laughed at me.

"Oh man! You are such a softy! You are blushing like crazy. Mom never told me how sensitive you were."

"Well to be honest she might not have known. We didn't really know each other that well."

"Aww, that is a little sad. You loved her didn't you?"

"Yeah, or at least my idea of who she was. Who knows how accurate it was."

"Tell me more about your time together." 

I sat next to her on the bench and she snuggled me once more, hung over and weak. Sitting in the warm tropical sun I tried to push away the feeling of humping her buttocks that morning while we snuggled and spoke of the past. 

It was a great morning, but soon we grew hungry and had to eat. Ava seemed blissfully unaware of what had happened this morning and I forced it from my mind and soon I felt normal again. 




Daddy Issues



That afternoon she had plans to go swimming with some kids from last night. She invited me to go, but I felt weird about hanging around a bunch of kids in bathing suits. I told her I had some errands to run and drove off. As I was leaving I noticed she seemed a little disappointed and wondered if she were shy and unsure about those kids. Maybe she had wanted a buffer? I was out of touch with how her emotions ran and felt that lack as I negotiated her feelings. 

I finished my chores quickly and came home to work some more. 

My studio is a small room off the veranda, the door is just a part of the wall I opened up and is nearly invisible from the veranda. There is a small window, but it looks like the window to the room it once was, because I just left it. 

I was working on the songs from the morning in my studio. Sitting back to clear my head I pulled the headphone of and thought of what else I could add to the song to bring out the emotion of the morning, instead I heard the sounds of passion coming through the door. Curious I got up and peered out the window.

There I saw Ava and a boy sitting on the bench seat, she had her top off, her beautiful breasts were bare and the nipples hard and pink. The boy was licking them and she was moaning her pleasure at him as his mouth suckled the hard points of her perky boobs. 

Seeing her naked breasts made me hard instantly and I felt like a horrible person as I gazed at my daughter's naked chest and grew aroused. My hand recalled the weight of her small firm flesh and I stared at the tits I had felt but never seen.

That might have been the end of it, a very awkward situation but no one would ever know if I had just sat back down and gone to work. 

I didn't.

I stood there watching, my cock growing unbearably hard seeing my gorgeous young daughter so exposed and engaged in a sexual situation. She was very passive, clearly enjoying herself but not sure what to do. The boy, some scruffy surfer looking kid a couple years older than her was enjoying himself as he groped her small tits and licked them greedily. 

In his swim suit his cock was obviously straining for release and after a few moments he leaned back and put her little hand on the prominent bulge. Ava's eyes were wide and her mouth opened in a little oh of shock as she felt the size of him. 

I could hear him talking to her, but couldn't make out the words, yet it was obvious he was asking her to pull it out and do something with it. Delicately she pulled back his waistband and released the kid's cock. 

It was a good size, not huge or anything, but smooth and full of blood and as she pulled his pants off it the head snapped up against his stomach and stood high along his abdomen. 

Ava gazed at it still holding his shorts out. Then the kid wiggled and helped her pull his shorts down over his thighs and then off all the way. This made Ava bend close to his swollen cock and her pretty face was mere inches from his dick, her mouth still open slightly and I wanted nothing more than to see my pretty little girl swallow that prick. 

Up until that moment I thought myself a good person and not particularly a pervert but all of a sudden I wanted to see my own daughter sucking cock. I wanted her to be a good girl and make that boy feel good. I wanted her to be so good at sex that any man would be proud to be with her. 

I already knew she was smart, funny and interesting, but now I wanted to know she was a great lay too. I wanted her to be a perfect partner so that she could have a happy sex life with any man deserving of her attention. 

As my own cock strained with desire I watched my sweetheart open her pretty pink mouth and take a lick of that boner. The kid sighed as her mouth made contact, her little tongue licking along the underside of his head. 

I saw his mouth moving, but couldn't hear the words as he spoke to her. Was he telling her what to do? Telling her how it felt? Was he encouraging her? I couldn't know but I saw her look nervous and put the head inside her mouth, her perfect lips closing over his head and sliding around his tip. 

Ava was twisted awkwardly on the bench turned so that she could put him in her mouth while sitting down and he was trying to grope her tits while humping into her mouth. They were both so inexperienced it looked terrible, neither of them getting the full pleasure they could be getting if they moved around into a more comfortable position. 

Still Ava licked him all over the head and he moved his hips seeming to enjoy himself. The boy's left hand was sliding all around her tits but not really doing anything consistent or focused so I doubted she was getting much out of his attention. 

I was however. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts and feeling horrible that I was getting so hot seeing my baby giving a blowjob. 

A deep red blush was growing on her smooth cheeks as she slurped clumsily on his pulsing member and he was constantly moving her long golden hair out of her face so he, and coincidentally I, could see exactly what she was doing. 

Ava was holding his shaft with one hand, but holding it lightly not knowing what to do. She gripped him with only the first two fingers and her thumb, she didn't stroke him or grip him firmly just held him daintily like she didn't much want to touch him. I was embarrassed for them both, the whole situation looking gawky. 

I'm sure my own first attempts at sex were as goofy, but I couldn't help but wish they were better at it. Since I was practically jacking off to the once-in-a-lifetime show I was getting I wished it were better. And I wanted my little girl to be good at sex. 

Then they just stopped. They spoke low to each other, Ava sitting up and covering her breasts with her crossed arms and I knew they were both feeling stupid and like failures. My heart went out to them and my cock flagged just the same as the boy's. 

They spoke some more and Ava put her bikini top back on and they wandered away looking miserable. It was so sad I resolved to try and help her if I could.

When she came home later that evening for supper Ava was quiet and seemed sad. I asked what was wrong and she said "Nothing". How could she bring it up if she were sad that she didn't know how to give a blowjob? 

As we ate in silence I stopped trying to draw her out about it, but the look on her face broke my heart. We had a glass of wine, but she was still a little frail from the drinking last night and didn't get drunk. We sat on the veranda, and she avoided the bench she had been on earlier. 

I sat where she had been and finally told her what I knew.

"Sweetie you see the window to my studio?"

"Hmm hmm." She murmured, still preoccupied. 

"It looks right at this bench. I can see this spot from there."

She looked up curious, but not putting the dots together. 

"I was here this afternoon, my errands didn't take too long."

The penny dropped and she went white, then blushed furiously. "Did you-?"

"I saw you with that boy. "

She went white yet again, she must have felt humiliated.

"I couldn't interrupt, but I saw that it didn't go well. Do you want to talk about it?"

"You aren't mad?" she was mortified, I could tell. I had to be gentle.

"Why would I be? You are an adult, you thought I was gone. This is your home. You can bring anyone you want over and do anything you want. "

"I don't want to do that again. It was awful. I'm terrible at sex." Her voice was thick with supressed tears.

"Sweetie so is everyone when they start. If you have never driven a car why would you know how to do that? Human sexuality is far more complex than a car."

"But I'm eighteen. I should be better. Everyone knows more than me." She was speaking quietly, shyly, but the pain in her voice was clear. 

"I know it feels like that, but that guy was just as inexperienced as you, or else he would have been more helpful. He would have shown you how to be better if he knew how to."

"Wait. How much did you see?" She was suddenly clueing in to how weird it was that I watched. Ashamed of myself I had to be honest.

"I apologize but I saw a few moments. I wanted you to be a good lover for him and I saw you both were struggling. I guess I was sort of watching over you, but also..."

She stared at me without expression, but I could tell she was shocked.

"Also it was pretty exciting to see two beautiful young people being sexual with each other." Her hand went to her mouth and I rushed ahead trying to mitigate my crime. "I apologize. It was wrong. I admit it, but I was curious and I had already seen what was going on in an instant so I just kept watching."

"I don't know what to say." She whispered.

"I can't even imagine what you must feel like now. I didn't want to lie to you, I want to help you, but if this is too big we can arrange for you to go home early. If you want."

"No. I want to stay. I just need to figure out how I feel about it." 

"Okay. I am truly sorry, and I am ashamed of myself. I don't really know how to be a good dad, but I would love to learn, if you can help me."

"Wow. You want me to teach you how to be a good dad and you want to teach me how to be a good lover. Sort of mutually exclusive don't you think?" There was something odd in her voice that frightened me. What she was saying sounded bad. I felt like a horrible person.

"I don't know what to think. Maybe we can make our own way as father and daughter and not do it exactly like everyone else." I was grasping at straws seeing my relationship with her fading away.

"I need another glass of wine I think."

"I'll get it." I said, seeking an escape. I filled our glasses and when I came back she seemed more relaxed. 

We both drank for a few moments and then she spoke.

"Glen you need to know some things about me. Gavin and I have always gotten along well, but lately somehow he is just... I don't know... distant? I feel like there is a space between us. I love him and he is a great Dad, but he doesn't understand me sometimes. Not like you seem to. You don't treat me like a little girl. He can't seem to accept that I'm growing up."

"You have to give him time. Kids grow so fast. You can't take your eye off them for a second or they are suddenly adults. He looks at you and sees a little girl still."

"What do you see?" There was so much yearning in her voice as she said that. I was realizing how on the edge of things she was. Ava was just about to go off to college and a new life and she probably wanted to be reassured that she was grown up enough to handle it. 

I stood up and went to her and knelt at her feet where she curled up in her chair. I looked deeply in her eyes and opened my heart to her. 

"Ava when I look at you I see a perfect angel. A woman who is ready to be the best person she can be. I see an intelligent, sensitive, mature woman who is beautiful, charming and exciting. You are going to be fine at school in the Fall." 

As I spoke her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled proudly, and before I could say all I wanted to say she leaned forward and kissed me and then hugged me tight. I loved my little girl so much right then.

Ava held me for a long time and I could feel her shivering.

"Are you cold?" I asked into the nape of her neck.

She shook her head no. 

"Are you okay?"

She pulled back a bit and looked into my face from a foot away, her bright blue eyes moist with tears, her face flushed and her mouth closed tight.

"I want to ask you something, but I'm afraid you'll hate me if I do?"

"I understand. I've had things to say like that too. Like tonight when I told you about this afternoon. So I'll tell you what. Nothing you say could make me hate you. I can't guarantee I won't have some other reaction but hate is not an option, alright?" 

She nodded and pulled back taking up her glass of wine. I sensed she needed a little space so I sat back on my heels and gave her room.

"When you said you wanted me to be a good lover... How? What-." She was really struggling so I spoke. 

"I could show you some more videos. Ones of women giving good blowjobs. That might help you."

She simply nodded, her eyes big and darting around a bit unable to look me in the eye. 

"I'll be right back." I went and got my laptop. When I returned she was on the bench now her wine finished and a blanket around her shoulders. I sat beside her and booted up.

"I'll try and find a good video. The thing about porn is it isn't like real life. Same as Hollywood romance and sex is false, so is porn. It is fantasy. No-one looks like this when they have sex. Everything is heightened, or framed perfectly. Life isn't perfect. It is better than perfect, it is real."

I searched for some good videos but all I could find were hard-core things. I was getting embarrassed scanning link after link of women giving blowjobs sitting close to my daughter. There were tons of bukake videos and all sorts of aggressive gagging things but for the life of me I couldn't find any loving blow jobs. 

Ava snuggled next to me to see the screen and she seemed mesmerized by the filth on the computer. 

"What is all that?"

"Porn. It just isn't the kind I want you to see."

"Why not? What's the difference."

"None of this is what life is like. No one other than a profession porn star is going to be with ten men who all masturbate onto her face. It isn't reality. It's fantasy."

"Why do people like it then?"

"Why do people watch any entertainment?" To escape. To imagine it is them. All sorts of reasons." I was still scanning page after page of thumbnails looking for anyone I recognized as the type of performer who gave blowjobs like the ones I wanted her to see. 

"There sure are a lot of pictures of women with that... um... cum on their faces." She spoke quietly her head lowered over the laptop I held.

"Yeah." I said non-committal. 

"Do men like to do that? For real?"

"I suppose so. I suspect it is becoming more so now, but really it feels best when a woman swallows. That sense of acceptance when she takes you in, nothing beats it. Doing it on her face is showing dominance, which is also nice, but not as loving. If a guy tries to do that to you before you are in love he is probably a bad guy... or watched too much porn."

As I spoke she looked harder and harder at the screen.

"Glen, do you think these women are pretty?" she sounded vulnerable and I was really beginning to regret this. I pulled her back from the screen and took her chin in my hand tilting her face away from the porn and up to meet my gaze.

"Ava you are gorgeous. You don't need to change how you look. Some of those women are pretty but lots of them are not. They shove plastic in their bodies and look to fill a hole that is in their hearts not their looks. Please never compare yourself to them. They are like... professional wrestlers. Those guys are over the top and almost comically big. Men don't look like that unless they are spending all day working out so they can look good in the ring. These women are the same. They are over the top superheroes of sex. Not real people." 

"I get it." she nodded and then subtly moved her chin so my fingers stroked her skin. She was so soft and smooth her young skin a pleasure to touch. I felt my cock shift in my shorts, rousing at the touch of a woman. I dropped my hand and closed the laptop. 

"I'm sorry this is a bad idea." 

"No. Please." There was naked longing in her face. "I need help. Please show me how to be a good lover. I can't bear to humiliate myself again." Once again tears filled her eyes. I was helpless, and my body was making me lose my judgment. I wanted out of this predicament, but really wanted to help her. 

"Okay give me a finger." She held up her hand and pointed her index finger. "Alright. Now I'm going to give you my finger. I held up my hand and pointed my index like she had. "I'll suck on your finger and you suck on mine the same way. These will be our cocks. You do what I do to you to my finger, okay." 

"Sure. Sounds good." She bounced back from her sadness almost instantly. Youth is amazing. 

"So the first knuckle is the head, the rest the shaft." I took her little finger into my mouth and began to wet it with my tongue making it slippery. Ava did the same with mine and when my finger went into her warm wet mouth my cock leaped to attention once more. 

Ignoring what was going on in my pants I sucked my daughter's finger like it were how I wanted my cock sucked and she did everything I did to mine. I told her the why and what-for of blowjobs and my erection grew larger and harder as she fellated my finger. 

I was uncomfortable to be sure, but also having a sexy teenager sucking on my finger wanting to please me in some way was ego stroking. It had been a long time since a beautiful young woman had wanted anything from me and I was seduced by the power dynamic. 

I told her all about how to use her tongue and lips to suck and slip around the head and shaft and she did her best to copy my moves, but when it came to what to do with her hand and how to stroke the shaft and move the skin of the penis our fingers were inadequate. 

"That is about all I can show you on a finger sweetie. The rest is up to you to figure out."

"No. Please. That isn't good enough. I still don't know what to do. Please keep going." Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing shallow. I knew enough to see she was aroused. I'd been in this position lots of times with the band. She wanted more. She was playing me, but I was sure she was unaware of the game she was playing.

"Ava, no. This is too far."

"Please don't be mad at me. I just want to learn." She put her hands on my shoulders to keep me still and she pouted at me. "Please. I'm sorry, I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. Just teach me how to be a good girl. Teach me how to be a good lover." There was a little madness in her eyes then. Something was happening here that was deeper than I knew. I was in murky waters with no map.

"Ava you are a good girl. And some boy will teach you how to be a perfect lover for him. And you will teach him how to be a perfect lover for you." 

"No. I don't want some boy. I want a man. I want you."

We sat stunned after she said that. I don't know what my face looked like but Ava couldn't have looked more shocked if she tried. Her mouth fell open her eyes wide and her face pale, then she put her hands up to her mouth and tried to cover her mouth or put those words back in. Before I could react she put her hands on my chest and began to babble.

"No! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it. Well I did, but I shouldn't mean it. Please don't hate me! Please don't leave me again!"

I still hadn't recovered from the last bombshell when she dropped that one. My head reeled. My poor little girl. So confused, so mixed up. 

In my years on the road I had been with many woman that I could tell had Daddy Issues. They tried to please men to make up for a lack in attention from their Dads. They had been great for my ego as they would do almost anything to get affection. Suddenly it didn't seem as sexy when I realised I had created a daughter of my own who felt like those women did. 

I reached for her and held her shoulders as she sobbed her humiliation. She folded into my chest immediately, both arms around my body holding me tight desperate to keep me there.

"Ava I told you I couldn't hate you. I love you so much. This is my fault. I am so sorry I have been so distant. I didn't realize you wanted me there so badly. I thought it best to leave you alone. You had Gavin. I didn't think you'd want me."

"I did. I want you to love me so much."

"I do sweetie. I love you to bits. You don't have to pretend anything with me. You don't need to do anything to make me love you. I already do." She pulled back and looked up into my face, her eyes leaking tears but her vision frightening clear. 




Daddy Issues



"I'm not pretending. I want you. I-I... I was awake this morning." For the third time I was made utterly speechless by her. "I woke up when you were moving. I didn't know you were asleep at first. It felt so good I started to touch myself too. I was so close to cumming when I felt you wake up. I was scared that you would be mad so I pretended to still be sleeping, but I was so close to cumming and it felt so good I didn't stop."

"Oh jesus. I'm so sorry Ava!" 

"Don't be. It felt so good. I loved feeling you pressing into my bum. So big and hard." Then before I could stop her she reached for my lap and gently felt my erection. "Just like now." 

I jumped up, but she gripped my cock through my shorts. 

"Ava stop it, please." She held my cock and I didn't move, her hand on me felt so good, the first in years other than my own. 

She dropped to her knees in front of me, my cock level with her face. She looked up at me from down there, the light from the setting sun glowing on her skin making it rosy and warm looking. 

"Please teach me Daddy. Teach me to be a perfect lover."

Those words, that one special word 'Daddy' was too much for me. I realized how desperately I wanted her approval. At the same time I felt this rush of power. I was in complete dominion over her sexuality at this moment. Or so it felt. She was abject, willing to do anything to please me, to get my approval. I had taken advantage of dozens of women who felt like her while I was touring and the impulse was to do so again. 

My hesitation must have been enough of a sign to proceed because she still had my cock in her hand and began to stroke it under my shorts. "Please." She whispered snapping my sanity. I wanted her like no woman ever before. She was already a part of me. She was an extension of my Self and I wanted to be inside her suddenly more than anything in the world. 

I didn't say a word. I felt so far beyond speech now. I stroked her soft, soft cheek with my left hand and relished how smooth her skin was. Skin that I had bequeathed her. She belonged to me. She was me. 

I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. 

Ava knelt at my feet and gazed in wonder at my erection. I was a bit bigger than the boy this afternoon, my head fatter and my shaft longer. Ava's face looked small beside my hard-on and her eyes were open wide with what looked like surprise and longing. 

"Now do what Daddy taught you." I felt like a god standing above this perfect woman, her gorgeous face hovering mere inches from my straining cock. 

Reaching for me she took my shaft in her hand and aimed me at her mouth. Then she began to lick the head getting it wet. Then when there was a coating of saliva all over the tip of my prick she slipped it inside her mouth. 

It was heaven. I moaned my approval as she sucked my knob into her mouth and swirled her tongue along the soft underside of my head. My daughter was giving me a blowjob just like I had taught her minutes before. 

"Now move your hand along the shaft like this." I wrapped my bigger hand around her smaller one and showed her how to stroke me as she sucked. Feeding her a constant stream of instructions I showed her how to give me the perfect blow job. 

I was panting with tension and my orgasm was mounting in my balls. She was perfect, adorable and desperate to please. This was the best blowjob I had ever gotten. I felt no embarrassment about guiding her to do exactly what I wanted. I was not at all concerned about her feeling judged or humiliated by my guidance, I knew she wanted them and she adapted perfectly to my needs. 

"I'm going to cum sweetie. I'm going to fill your mouth up with spunk. Take it all in and swallow it baby. Swallow Daddy's load." It was so filthy talking to my daughter like that but it made her work harder sucking faster and eager to taste me I guess. 

She pumped my shaft perfectly and sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down on my knob her tongue lashing me. 

Then I started to unload into her warm wet mouth. Millions of potential brothers and sisters sprayed into her face, coating her tongue with steaming sperm. I groaned deep in my throat as her mouth pleasured me making me twitch as I shot an endless flow of sticky cum over her wriggling tongue. 

Ava swallowed all I gave her and greedily milked me for more. Finally I had to pull away, her flicking tongue and suckling lips too much to bear. 

I stepped back and then fell to my knees in front of her. 

"Swallow Daddy's cum baby, show me that clean mouth." I panted at her. 

I watched her long delicate throat work as she gulped down my jism and when she finished she opened up and showed me how good she was at drinking cum. Then I leaned in and kissed my sweet daughter. "I love you baby. I love my perfect little girl."

"I was good, Daddy?" she said, her voice adopting a little girl lilt I had not heard from her in years. 

"Baby girl you are the best. I mean it. That was the best blow job I have ever had."

"Oh Daddy!" she gushed and we kissed some more her warm mouth tangy with the flavour of my jism. I didn't care about that, it was my beautiful little girl who had been so giving to me. How could I begrudge her some kisses after what she had done?

The kisses started soft and loving but soon turned passionate our tongues swirling around each other's mouths tasting, licking, teasing, tempting. Her hands held my face and stroked lightly along my neck while mine cupped her precious head from behind. I was mesmerized by the feel of her mouth and how she kissed so much like I remembered her mother kissing. 

Having just cum it took me a moment to feel the fire of passion swell into an inferno of lust, but it did happen. This toned firm female was pressing against me and my body had no choice but to wish to feel more and more of her. 

I pulled the blanket from her shoulders and revealed her nearly naked top. Ava still wore the bikini from this afternoon with a sarong around her waist. We made eye contact as I exposed her and she looked at me with longing and hope. I smiled a little at her naked need for approval and reached behind her sweet neck and undid the top of her bathing suit. 

Leaning in I kissed her nape as I lowered my hands and untied the back of her top. Still kissing her I lowered my mouth along the line of her throat as her bikini top fell to the floor. 

"Lay down." I whispered and she folded neatly down onto the blanket pooled beneath her. 

My little angel stretched out and once more I saw her perfect breasts displayed before me. The difference was they were displayed for me this time. Ava raised her arms above her head making herself vulnerable to my gaze. I took in every detail of my daughter's youthful chest and marvelled at how lucky I was. 

Ava was lean and fit, her breasts small and tight, the mounds lifted seductively off of her chest wall in smooth delectable swells. The nipples were light pink, pale in the uncertain light with tall points of hard flesh eager to be licked and teased. 

Her belly was flat and lean, the muscles defined in that special feminine way young woman have that speaks of fitness and the stamina to fuck for a long time. Her belly button was a divot in the smooth flow of alabaster flesh and the shadow gathered in it enticed me to explore that little recess with my tongue.

My daughter looked at me with wide eyes unblinking, reading every nuance in my face for the approval she so wanted from me. How could I deny that she was the most perfect woman I had ever seen?

"Baby you look gorgeous. I think you have a fantastic body. So sexy, so perfect." She smiled up at me her face a caricature of pride. 

I let myself fall over her on my arms and lowered my mouth to her breasts kissing them reverently. My little girl moaned as my mouth began to tease and taste her breasts. I licked and kissed the swells of meat so firm and small, then licked and sucked on the tight hard buds of her nipples. 

Ava took deep breaths and lifted her chest to me encouraging me to devour her smooth soft skin, which I did passionately. This was no lesson, this was appreciation for the artistry of her body. The body I had helped create. 

Rather than feel wrong about what was happening I felt like a chef who had spent ages cooking a sumptuous feast who now was sitting down to partake of the amazing bounty he had spent so long labouring over. 

As a lover it had long been my practise to alternate between moments of tenderness and restraint, building tension, and then releasing and giving in to my carnal passion and becoming inflamed and fervent. I did so now laying on Ava and pinning her to the floor while my hands explored and groped her flesh, kneading the breast that I was not currently ravishing with my mouth. 

My little girl groaned and writhed under me as I licked and kissed and bit my way all over her chest making sure not to leave one succulent morsel of her breasts untouched. 

Then I lowered my head and made my way down her ribs to the soft hollow of her belly. Teasing and slowing I eased myself down and banked the flare of my need for her. By the time I reached her belly button I was teasing her with the barest flicker of my tongue. 

Then I pierced the tiny opening with the tip of my tongue and licked her. I held my tongue firm filling the small hollow with my appendage as if it were a cock plunging into her stomach. Ava arched her back lifting her chest high and accepting my tongue in her belly with a sigh. 

I licked all around the gorgeous indentation and then made my way down the flat expanse of her lower belly. I could smell the arousal of my only child as I lowered my head to her hips and as I licked along the edge of her sarong I untied it and let it fall open showing more and more of her hips and the area above her bathing suit. 

I pulled on the top of it and Ava accommodated me by lifting her hips high. I removed my sweet daughter 's last garment of and pulled it off her long lean legs. When it was off she lay relaxed below me her legs open and her entire body at last exposed to my gaze. 

Even though I had known her all her life I had never seen my little girl so fully revealed and so grown up. Her muff was trimmed and the curly little golden hairs caught the last gleam of the sun as it fell into the sea. The coral coloured lips of her sex were open and inviting, the smell emerging from within her fresh and musky and hypnotizing. 

Her hips circled in a miniscule dance as her need kept her from being able to stay still. My daughter was so eager to fuck me that she had a trickle of fluid seeping out of her virgin pussy. 

Unable to resist I lowered my head between her thighs and tasted her sweet opening, letting my tongue slide up her groove from bottom to top slowly. 

The sound she made were part exhalation, part vocalization and entirely sexy. I felt her whole being freeze as my tongue touched her clit under its little hood. I pushed her thighs up out of the way and settled in between her wide flung legs as I began to treat her to her first session of being eaten out. 

Ava's body trembled as I began to slip my tongue all around the folds of her vulva. I licked between both sets of lips and teased her by licking over the hood of her clitoris but not touching under it. A slurped her juices and sucked both sets of lips, kissing and giving her love nips on her tender flesh. 

Oh it was marvellous to treat her to this for the first time. I cherished being the one to initiate her into the wonderful world of sex. I brimmed over with pride as she bucked and writhed under my mouth and moaned her bliss out at the emerging stars beyond the wide windows of my veranda.

I was enjoying the taste of my daughter so much that I stayed where I was for a long time, which was perfect because Ava was having difficulty reaching her climax. I knew younger women could feel inhibited about cumming, so I thought about what to say. I went over the young women I had spoken to about these sorts of subjects in the past and landed on the idea that she probably wanted permission from me to unleash her sexuality.

I lifted my mouth from her sex and murmured up over her pubic mound.

"Ava you are so sexy. You taste so good. " I licked her some more. " You make me so proud baby girl. I think you are wonderful." Lap, lap. "I want you to make yourself cum. Fuck my face sweetie. Fuck Daddy's face and cum all over it."

I began to grind my tongue down on her clit and Ava planted her feet, lifted her hips and grabbed my head with both hands as she tilted her hips and rubbed her clit over my flattened tongue. 

My daughter fucked my face, smearing her slippery cunt all over my mouth as I held my head still and pushed my tongue onto her tender button. As she bucked and ground her clit on me I could feel Ava trembling with delight. Her gasps grew deeper and more desperate as her body shuddered with nearing release. It was amazing to bear witness to this amazing orgasm. 

With her fingers knotted in my hair and her pussy shoved into my mouth Ava began to cum, her whole body shaking as she slipped off into orgasmic delight. I had to hold on tight to keep my mouth in place as she thrashed in an climactic spasm, her hips juddering uncontrollably. 

Then after an age she let her hips fall to the floor and she gasped a deep anguished breath. I let my mouth slip down lower and lapped the seeping trickle from her opening. I reached up and began to massage her breasts as her chest heaved with extremity. 

Bit by bit Ava gathered herself and when she released my head from her death grip I knew she was herself again. 

I kissed my way up her shivering body leaving smears of her juices on her soft skin as I went. I paused at her breasts and sucked her nipples but she wanted my mouth on hers and dragged me up where she could kiss me. 

We swirled tongues together as our lips merged passionately. I let my finger slide up and down the groove between her pussy lips, occasionally moving up to her clit and rubbing, it making her gasp. 

Ava reached down and took my hard on into her small grip and stroked me up and down. We were panting with passion, she still high from her orgasm me growing extremely horny once more. 

Yet part of me hesitated for the first time since we started. Some sane place in my mind knew it was wrong to take my daughter's virginity. That place said "No further" even though the rest of my mind thought this was a beautiful event. Yet that small part of my mind wiggled and squirmed and made the rest of my brain pause and I decided to let my baby girl give her virginity to someone else, someone she chose soberly in the cold light of day not the mixed up passion we were experiencing now. 

"Sweetie I want to fuck you very much, but I want to save that. I want you to save that for someone you love or at least lust a lot for."

"But Daddy-?" I cut her off.

"No. We can still have a lot of fun tonight, but let's not do that, not now." I was soft with my tone but firm and I saw her acquiesce to please me, but also I saw that she approved of my stance. 

Quickly wanting to move past this awkward moment I kissed her hard and tickled her clit making her moan into my mouth. I couldn't keep my mouth off her fabulous nipples and lowered my head to suck on them some more. The softness of her skin around the hard points of her nipples felt enticing and I ran my lips tongue and cheek over her supple mounds greedily. I'd never felt so aroused simply by breasts. But my daughter's were the most perfect breasts I had ever encountered and I cherished them. 

My cock was aching, desperate to be inside her grip and her hips were humping up and down at me seeking a feeling she had never known. The feeling of being filled with cock. I sought for a way to please us both without breaking my rule of moments before. 

I rolled off Ava and lay on my back. 

"Climb on top of me sweetie, with your knees outside my hips." 

Ava climbed over and as she sat over my hips, her gorgeous legs spread wide over my cock, it was all I could do not to jam myself up into the glistening opening on offer . Lying still I instructed her to place her pussy over my cock near the base. 

Sitting astride my erection she kissed me intimately with her slippery lips and I told her to slide up and down along my length. Tilting her hips Ava ran my prick along the groove of her sex and I felt her wonderful pussy slipping along my cock, teasing me with her wet warmth. 

Whenever Ava slid to the very base of my cock her hips tilted far back letting her grind her tender clit on me. She leaned forward as I told her to and put her hands on my chest to balance herself and I spoke low and murmured to her to set a slow even pace as she masturbated using my cock as her toy. 

Soon my little girl was fucking herself with my cock without being penetrated. She humped along the length of my shaft and we both groaned with desire as she brought us closer to the brink of climax. Even though the head of my cock wasn't getting much stimulation I felt great being stroked by the velvety grip of her steaming juncture. 

Ava was moving faster and faster and sighing out loud as I began to fondle her breasts from below. Looking up at my gorgeous daughter bucking away on me was the strangest, most erotic sight I had ever beheld. 

Then even that erotically charged moment was eclipsed as my pretty teenage daughter began to cum. Ava's hair was whipping around as she humped along the shaft of my cock and her body shuddered with passion as she began to orgasm. Craning her neck back she howled at the roof as her body shook with delight, her pussy crushing my cock. I could feel the clenching strength of her even though I was hardly in her grip at all. 

I lifted my hips pressing myself harder into her twitching vulva as she had spasm after spasm of pleasure. Her pretty face was locked in a grimace of concentration beautiful to behold. Her golden eyebrows were furrowed together with her need, her cute button nose crinkled and her mouth open and beseeching the universe to let this go on forever. 

Clutching her breasts in both my hands I squeezed them and pulled on her nipples adding to her pleasure. And then just as she seemed about finished I reached down and placed a finger on her clit and began to rub. 

That focused attention set her off once more and she nearly jumped off me as her body responded to my touch. I pressed her clit and rubbed it for a few moments as she writhed on top of me, then finally I gave her a break and moved my finger from her burning button and she flopped down onto my chest, spent. 

Ava lay panting on my chest, her sleight weight draped across me. I had never felt so perfectly blanketed in love. My daughter kissed my neck seductively, her mouth warm and soft, her breasts crushed to my chest, her dripping pussy caressing my raging hard on as her hips continued to rock even now. 

"Daddy?" she whispered into my neck, her breath a caress on my sensitive skin.

"Yes baby."

"Can I suck your cock again? Please."

"Yes sweetie, I would like that very much."

Slowly she kissed down my body, exploring me the way I had explored her. Her mouth teased my nipples and I told her it felt wonderful. She licked down my abdomen across the ridges of my muscles. They weren't what they were in my youth, but I was still in good shape. She spent a long time kissing and exploring my muscles moving lower and lower along the grooves of my hips and soon she was kissing the tip of my pulsing cock.

She took me into her mouth and I sighed with delight. She seemed to enjoy the taste of her own juices on me because she took my slippery shaft between her lips and moaned as she bathed me with her tongue. 

My darling girl used all the lessons I had just given her and the new knowledge of how her body felt when moving on top of a cock and she applied them to making me cum. 




Daddy Issues



It shouldn't have taken him so long.

The first thought that ran through Alex's head as he stood on the front porch of the stranger's house was how he couldn't believe it had taken him this long to choose to submit to a man. He was 21. How long had these fantasies been playing through his head? How many times had he almost taken the plunge and met up with someone online? He'd had conversations- plenty of conversations, filled with half-promises of future meet ups and a sense of guilt as soon as he'd used them as material for mind-blowing masturbation sessions. That was usually the end of it for a few days, before the whole process started again.

He was 21. The man behind the door was 47. Why had he chosen this man, who Alex knew only as 'Richard' (Alex assumed it was a pseudonym) to be the first guy he would know sexually? He wasn't sure. Richard was patient, and that helped. He encouraged Alex to tell all his dirty little fantasies and he clearly got off on reading them. When Alex finally threw caution to the wind and arranged the meet up, he had only one stipulation for Richard: "You'll let me call you Daddy."

Alex knew he had Daddy issues, but had no real idea how they would play out in the bedroom. He just wanted to be sure. And as he saw the silhouette of Richard approaching the front door, and the handle slowly turn, all self-analysis was cast aside.

"Good morning." He said, smiling gently. Alex stuttered out a reply and headed inside before being invited. Before he was able to rationalise his thoughts or process what he was doing, Alex pulled off his top and stood in front of Richard. "I want you, Daddy," was all he was able to come up with.

It was all that was necessary. Richard smiled, took Alex and kissed him roughly. Alex felt himself slide into submission, allowing Richard to force his tongue in and around his mouth while slipping a hand into the back of his trousers, beneath his underwear and grasping Alex's smooth ass, probing a finger into his expectant, begging hole.

"I think you want to be my little whore," Richard grunted into Alex's ear. Alex moaned in agreement.

"You will suck my cock, whore, and you will do it well. But I think that this-" his finger was still probing Alex's ass, and now pushed further in- "Also needs some attention before I fuck it. Now get in the bedroom with your Daddy."

Richard pushed Alex's bare chest enough that he lost balance and stumbled into Richard's bedroom. There was a large bed near where he had fallen, which he began to crawl on to. Richard held his head down as he got half way up, leaving Alex bent over, his ass raised expectantly. Richard undid the jeans with the speed of a man who'd done it many times before and pulled them off, along with Alex's boxers.

The next thing Alex felt was a cool liquid being poured onto his asshole followed by a strong feeling of pressure. Alex had never had a butt plug before. He'd used his fingers in his ass, and enjoyed it, but this was something else. Once the butt plug was all the way in, Alex realised that it was vibrating in short, sharp pulses. It was all he needed to realise he was unable to control his sexual frenzy. He needed his Daddy to take him.

Richard pulled Alex down from the bed and forced him to his knees, forcing Alex's head to the crotch of his jeans. Alex could feel the rock hard cock on his face, dying to worship it. He licked Richard's jeans, feeling the shape of his cock under his clothes.

"You hungry for my cock, whore? Beg me for it. Beg Daddy for cock now, slut."

Alex begged. He needed it in his mouth. Richard pulled his jeans down and his cock rose magnificently in front of Alex. Alex was transfixed on it. He touched it, then slowly began to caress it with his fingers, then his whole hand, and then massaged it against his face, engulfed in the aroma.

Alex had never sucked a cock before, but he didn't care that much about how his performance would be received. He needed to taste it, he needed it to fill his mouth.

It was only after Alex had taken as much of it in his mouth as he can that he estimated it was about 7 and a half inches. It was thick too, and perfect, as Alex sucked it he began to wank his own cock with one hand and caress Richard's balls with the other.

It felt amazing. Alex had always enjoyed the fantasy of submission, but had no idea how good it might actually feel in reality. It was heaven. He would do anything for his Daddy, and let Daddy do anything to him. The pleasure was truly exquisite, and Alex lost all sense of time, and reality, focussing entirely on feasting on his Daddy's engorged cock. He massaged it with his lips, focussing on the head, then the shaft. Richard moaned in pleasure. Alex was licking and coating the cock with saliva, then licking any precum that was offered up to him. He needed more.

"Cum on my face, Daddy," Alex begged. He was desperate to taste and swallow all that Richard could give, but he also wanted to feel it covering him, to feel himself marked, and to feel like a truly filthy whore. Richard moaned, louder than before, and began to cum with some intensity. The first shot landed squarely on Alex's face, from his forehead down to just above his pleading mouth. 

Alex felt a sharp shot of pleasure between his ass and cock, and as he began to swallow Richard's second shot of cum, the most piercing orgasm he had ever felt began to rush through him. His only awareness was of the incredible pleasure coarsing through him, and of Richard's still-hard cock in his mouth, combined with the delicious, salty cum running down his throat.

As the pleasure began to subside, Alex's return to normality was met with a feeling of deep shame. He had been degraded. He had begged this man to make him his whore, and allowed him to use Alex and cum over his face. However, it was different to all the times before, when he'd logged off after an online chat with a stranger. This time the shame excited him. He had got off on being a nasty whore for his Daddy.

He started to pull the butt plug, still pulsing, out of his ass. Richard grabbed his arm and stopped him. "I want that to stay in there until I'm ready to fuck that tight little ass of yours, whore" he said, and accompanied it with a gentle slap of my face with his cock.

I took my hand from my ass and realised that my cock was still hard, even after the orgasm. I wanted more. I wanted him to use and degrade me further. I began to rub Richard's cum on my face, and said 'Thank you Daddy," smiling sweetly.

He slapped my face with his cock once more. Then pulled me up, and said "You're a dirty little whore. You need cleaning off before I can use you again." He grabbed my cock, and led me into his bathroom.



Daddy Issues



I know it's wrong. I want you to know that before I continue my story. I need you to understand that this is what I've chosen for myself. Lines were never crossed. I was a consenting adult. Mostly. I mean, I was eighteen when it happened. But not truly an adult - not maturity-wise anyways. And, yeah, you can say that it's caused some upheaval in my life, but it's always been worth it. 

Here's where it started:

It was the summer between my senior year of high school and my freshman year of college. I was spending the summer doing a big fat nothing - my little treat to myself for having graduated valedictorian and getting accepted to Princeton, Brown, and Yale. (I chose Yale)

Anyways, my parents had planned on taking me for a seven day cruise in the Caribbean in July, but my mom got called away on an emergency business trip. She sent my father and me on the cruise, insisting that it would be a shame for us all to miss the relaxation. Plus, she said, I'd earned it. 

By day two of our cruise, my father was regularly supplying me with strawberry daiquiris and Bahama Mama's because we were in international waters so the drinking age no longer applied. (Our combined logic) I'd had a couple drinks and was feeling a little buzzed and I think he was too as we made our way to the elevators. We'd spent the day at the pool. I was wearing a hunter green bikini that tied pretty much everywhere and accented my natural olive complex. I had a towel wrapped around my waist as we stepped into the elevators. 

"Looks like you got a little burned today," my father observed, pulling the string a little off my shoulder. The tips of his fingers brushed against my collar bone, cool on my hot skin. My nipples tightened at the sensation. 

"Forgot to do the RE-apply thing with the sunscreen," I laughed. 

My father shook his head. "I think your mother packed some aloe in my bag," he replied. "I'll get it for you when we get to my room."

My parents were supposed to share a room. I had a room to myself. When I'd heard that I had immediately begun imagining sneaking some hottie in there and having my first ever one-night stand. That's what this summer was about - flings and letting off steam. 

My father let us into his suite and rummaged throw his toiletry bag until he found a small bottle of green aloe gel. "I'll put some on your back if you want me to," he offered. 

I innocently agreed. My father has big hands, rough from years of hard work. I let out an unintentional moan as he started working the aloe into my shoulders. I should also mention that my father was also one of those men like Brad Pitt or George Clooney who just got better looking as they aged. I'd never really thought about it much until this moment. But as his hands worked the aloe lower down my back I became aware of a sensation building in my belly. I was beginning to feel flushed and it wasn't from the sun burn. 

I wanted to step away, to retreat to my room because I knew these kinds of feelings were wrong. It was probably the alcohol, I told myself, as I let him work his hands all the way down to just where my bikini bottoms began. There was no way I was getting turned on by my father.

I felt his hands slide around my waist, rubbing the last of the gel into the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen. His fingers grazed the top of my bikini bottoms and I gave an involuntary twitch. 

I could feel his breath on my neck now, hot and heavy. A little ragged too. 

He trailed his fingers along the edge of bikini again. I could feel the tip of his erection just barely pressed into my back. 

"Daddy, what are you doing?" I whispered. Anything louder might break the spell. 

My nipples were so hard they were beginning to chaff under their wet triangles and my pussy was beginning to ache.He kissed the tender spot at the junction of my neck and shoulder. "Spending quality time with my baby girl," he breathed into my ear. 

I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my lips as his fingers finally slid under my bikini bottoms and came to rest just at the top of my slit. He began messaging slow, sensual circles there. 

"Is that silly boy Jeremy the only guy you've been with?" he asked. 

I could only nod my response. Jeremy and I had broken up three weeks ago. 

"Good." His middle finger gently parted my slit and slid down to my labia. He growled against my neck. "You're all wet Lily. And warm. And you feel like silk."

I tilted my hips forward, trying to push my vagina further onto his hand. He chuckled. "Needy little thing aren't you?"

His other hand gently plucked at the strings of my top which immediately fell into a wet pile on the floor. He cupped my right breast, pinching the nipple softly. "Perfect breasts. A handful, just like Daddy likes them. With tiny, delicate nipples," he went on, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

His left hand kept up its lazy exploration of my pussy. He kept his middle finger swirling around in my juices, bumping against my clit, but never penetrating me. I'd never really been seduced before. Not like this. Jeremy had always been in a hurry to stick it in me. Then he'd hurriedly pump into me six or seven times before cumming. He'd never made me cum. 

This was different. My father was teasing me, toying with me. And my body was responding in ways I'd never experienced. 

Abruptly, my father removed his hand from beneath my bikini and turned me around to face him. He kissed me, a harsh, demanding kiss. I moaned against his mouth as I kissed him back. His hands ran down my sides and yanked at the strings of my bikini, discarding the bottoms with as much ease as the top. 

His kissed his way down my neck, lowering his head to my left breast. He gently flicked my nipple with his tongue. I moaned again, arching my back to push my nipple closer. One hand gripped an ass cheek, the other closed over my right breast, and he sucked my left nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and nipped the small bud playfully. I gasped in pleasure. 

He repeated the play with my other breast while the hand on my ass slid down between my cheeks to my pussy. His slid a finger inside and I couldn't help but moan. 

"Lily, you're so wet and responsive to Daddy's touch," he said, claiming my mouth again. 

I suddenly thought I should be a more active participant. So far I'd only stood still as my father had touched and teased me. I clumsily reached for the large tent in his swim trunks. He chuckled as he caught my wrists. 

"Not yet sweet. Daddy isn't finished with you yet. Get on the bed," he ordered, guiding me to the edge of the bed. "On your knees. Yes, just like that," he coached. 

I was on my knees, close to the edge of the bed. Ass up in the air. Face down on the bed. My pussy had never been so exposed. Jeremy and I always had missionary sex with the lights off. I trembled with anticipation. 

I could feel my father kneeling behind me, his breath hot on my cunt. His large hands gripped the insides of my thighs and spread my legs wider apart. I finger traced over my pussy. I flexed my hips, trying to get the touch I needed. 

"Oh God baby, your pussy is beautiful. I bet Jeremy never feasted on this luxurious cunt," he commented. Of course Jeremy hadn't. He'd complained about the smell. I'd been self-conscious ever since. 

Without warning my daddy buried his face between my legs. I let out a yelp of surprise immediately followed by a groan of pleasure. His tongue expertly swept along my folds, flicking the bud of clit, dipping into my entrance, massaging my inner lips. 

I balled the bed sheet in my fists as he continued licking and sucking my pussy. He made gentle slurping sounds, eating me like a man who'd been without a meal for far too long. 

"Daddy's princess tastes so sweet. Better than anyone I've ever tasted. Including your mother," he told me. His words sent a shiver up my spine. I was delicious. I was desirable. 

I was spiraling out of control. 

The orgasm that ripped through me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I'd never given myself one as good. Jeremy had certainly never given me any. I cried out, a little louder than I'd meant to as my body spasmed and convulsed its release. 

I fell heavily onto the bed, my head thick and my thoughts jumbled. I felt the bed shift as my father climbed on top of me, kissing up my spine to my neck. 

"Good girl, cumming for me like that. How did it feel princess?" he whispered into my ear. I could feel his heavy cock resting in the crack of my ass. He was naked now. 

"I've never felt anything like it," I answered honestly. My father shifted above me, pushing his cock between my legs and letting it slide around my pussy lips. I whimpered. He continued to kiss my neck and back, nibbling on my shoulders as he went. His hands ran up and down my sides. 

I'd never had multiple orgasms before, but I knew that's what my daddy was going to give me. My body was already responding to the feel of his cock teasing my entrance. I didn't know how it was possible. The intensity of the first one should have left me drained. Or so I thought. 

He rolled off of my and I made a desperate sound in my throat. "No, please," I begged. 

He smirked at me. "Don't worry baby girl. Daddy isn't through with you yet."

My father was now laying on his back and I had my first complete, unobstructed view of his dick. It was a solid seven inches, an inch longer than Jeremy's and almost as thick as my wrist. I gasped.

Tentatively, I reached out and grasped it, his cock making my hand look tiny. He moaned a little as I slowly began masturbating him.

"Suck it princess," he demanded. 

I hesitantly obliged. "I've only done this once," I admitted sheepishly, moving into position between his legs. I gazed up his long torso, meeting his eyes. 

"Don't worry baby, I'll help you."

I gently licked the head first. The skin was smooth and soft. Slowly, seductively (I hoped) I began sucking him. I'd never been so turned on in my life. 

They teach you in school that the excuse "Past the point of no return" isn't valid. But I can tell you, they're wrong. I knew this was wrong. I shouldn't be giving my father a blowjob, but I was past the point of caring. I was so turned on, so stimulated, I couldn't think about anything but how much I wanted him. 

His hands rested gently on my head as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. "God baby, I've been thinking about this for so long. Too long." He spoke in gasps. "I started noticing you at your sixteenth birthday party. Remember when I accidentally walked into your room while you were changing? I've been thinking about your beautiful body ever since."

Waves of pleasure washed through me as his hands rubbed my back. He moaned as I tried to take him all the way in my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a little but kept sucking. Just the act of giving a blowjob was arousing. I found it delicious and dirty and erotic. 

I felt his dick tighten and get harder in my mouth. I moaned around him. Daddy groaned in return. 

Suddenly he grasped the back of head and pulled me off him. I made a small whining sound. 

"I don't want to cum yet. I want to feel you," he explained, pulling me into his lap. 

He was leaned back against the headboard and I was straddling his lap, his cock twitching between us. 

Daddy grasped his cock at the base and angled it toward me, letting the head part my slit and bump against my clit. I watched in fascination as my hips, seemingly with a will of their own, tipped forward. He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy, teasing me. 

"Tell Daddy what you want," he commanded. I blushed, bit my lip, and spread my legs as much as I could to give him better access. 

"No, Lily. Say it. What we're doing is wrong. If you can't say what you want, then I am going to assume you're not mature enough to handle this. Say it Lily." It was the same tone he'd used to reprimand me when I'd stayed out three hours after curfew. 

I met his eyes and raised my pussy over his thick head, glistening with pre-cum. "I want you to fuck me," I stated firmly. 

He didn't disappoint. 

In one swift, hard thrust he buried himself deep inside me. I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He was so big and I had only had sex a grand total of four, miserable times. 

At the same time, he jerked forward, biting my collar bone fiercely. "Jesus fuck Lily, you're so tight," he sighed. 

We sat there like that for a long moment. Both of us trying to get used to the other. Then I felt his hands wrap around my waist and cup my ass. He guided me up and down, slowly, letting me get used to the way he stretched me and filled me. 

Daddy tipped forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth and I arched my back as I rode him. His fingers tightened on my ass. He sucked hard causing me to whimper and groan. 

My hands went to his head. "Oh god Daddy," I moaned. 

Every time I slid down his thick shaft my clit bumped against his pelvic bone. Another intense orgasm was building. I could feel the heat on my skin. 

"Daddy!" I cried again, grinding my clit against him as my pussy tightened around him. 

He held me down against him. I rocked back and forth, rubbing, rubbing....

"Cum for me princess!" He ordered, his fingers digging into my thighs. I felt him pulse and grow inside me just before he let out a feral growl, biting down on my breast, and cumming deep inside me. 

I felt his cum filling my pussy as his cock twitched and throbbed against my G-spot (previously considered a myth). I rocketed into another blinding orgasm crying out "Daddy!" 

I don't know how long it took us to come back down. We might have sat there for minutes or hours as far as I knew. His cock was soft now but it was still nestled deep in my pussy. 

Finally he pushed me back, brushing my hair off my face. "You are everything a father could have hoped for," he told me. 

I leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Thank you," I breathed. 

"I love you baby girl."

"I love you too Daddy."

I never went back to my room. I never picked up a random hottie. But I did have the best sex of my life on that cruise. Several times a day. 

I graduated college a year ago. My Daddy and I still fuck when we can sneak away from Mom. We started taking annual "Father, Daughter Trips". Sometimes only a weekend, sometimes a whole week. 

I've tried dating other boys my age, but they don't do it for me the way my Daddy does. I can't help it. I can't stop. And neither can he, we're meant to be in that respect. Freud argues that we all have Daddy issues. My issue is that I can't get enough of him.