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Daddy's Girl

By: honeydew



Eve sat there watching her dad, mom, and Uncle as they were all fucking, sucking, and kissing. The tape must have been made about 10 years ago. It's late at night and her parents were up stairs in bed asleep. Undoing her robe she open it to squeeze her tit. Her other hand rub her clit. The next thing she saw on the screen was dad and Uncle Will standing in front of the camera with enormous hard cocks. Slipping a finger in her pussy, she wanted to feel those hard cocks moving inside of her. 

He couldn't sleep, he though maybe a warm glass of milk would help. Getting up he walk down the hall, when he turn the corner he saw the lights now in his Study. Stopping in the doorway he saw his daughter laying on the couch without her clothes. He watch her squeezing her titties, and her fingers fucking her pussy. Looking up at what she was watching he saw it was the pron tape he had made 5 years ago when his wife like having sex. He felt his cock getting hard, holding his cock he stroke it to the movements of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. 

Walking into the room he quietly close and lock the door. "MMMMMMM, baby girl don't you look wonderful fucking your fingers in your juicy pussy. " he said as he walk over. "No don't stop baby I love watching a woman getting off, turns me on even more. " he says in a rough voice. Looking up she saw her dad's hard cock within an inch from her mouth. Sticking out her tongue she lick the tip of his cock. "MMMMMMM, yes baby, lick daddy's cock. Go on now put daddy's cock in your mouth. MMMMMMMMMMM, yes suck me baby, suck daddy's cock. " he groan. 

Walking around to stand in front of her, he move his cock back and forth in her mouth. Holding her head in his hands, he watch her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, keeping his eyes on her he fuck her mouth faster. Moaning and groaning he fuck her mouth moving deeper down her throat, with one last plunge his cum exploded deep in her throat. Pulling out, he sat down next to her, pulling her closer to him. "Oh baby it's been so long, thank you baby, I love having you suck my cock. " he told her. 

Looking over at him she saw that he was still hard as a rock. "But daddy your still hard. " she said quietly. {knock, knock] He motion for her to hide somewhere. "Come in. " he call out after she close the closet door. "What are you doing up this late dear?" his wife ask. "Getting off, sense you don't like having sex anymore dear. " he told her. "Okay dear I took some sleeping pills to help me sleep. Good night" she said closing the door. He heard their bedroom door close. "Come on out baby daddy's all alone now. " he said. He watch her walk toward him, his cock throb from wanting her. "Daddy I want you to fuck me, and Uncle Will too. " she told him. 

Pulling her down on top of him, he move his fingers down to her pussy finding it wet he put his cock there and push it in. His cock slip in and slide deep inside. Reaching for the phone, he gave it to her after he punch in Will's number. "Baby I want you to tell him how much you want to feel his cock inside of you and reminder to talk real dirty he loves it. " he told her. "Hello Uncle Will, I wanted to call and tell you how much I'd love to have your very hot, hard cock right now, I want to hold it, stroke it, lick it, kiss it, suck it, feel it moving inside of me. " she whisper in the phone before dad took the phone away from her ear. 

"Will How did you like the sound of that? Would you like to come over and have your lovely niece do all that and more to you? Maybe this will help you agree. right now I have my cock up her tight pussy right, I'm fucking my baby girl Will, and you know what, she wants you to fuck her to. okay see you later. " he said. He grab her hips, pulling her to him in quick strokes. "Oh baby I'm going fill your tight fucking pussy with my hot cum. Here it comes!!" he groan. 

"Daddy When can we go camping again, like we did when I was younger?" she ask. "I thought you didn't like camping honey. " he said. "I thought we could, you know make each other feel better, and we don't have the risk of mom finding out. Just think a whole weekend or week of just me and you doing what ever we want to. " she told him. Slipping his finger up her asshole he thought about it. Will didn't believe he was really fucking her, good thing he had push the camera, so he could show him when he comes over for poker tomorrow night. "I'll think about it, and tell you when I make up my mind. " he told her. 

The next evening he told Will to sit down he had something to show him. He push the tape in and turn to him. "Hope you like what you see. " he told Will. Will saw his niece sucking on her dad's cock, then she was sitting on his cock and talking on the phone. "You were not kidding, you were fucking her while she was talking to me. " Will said. "Take next week off and come with me, I'm taking her camping for a week of sucking, and fucking. Just think a week Spent with her in any, and every position we can do. " he told Will. "I'll be there, just let me know the time and where we're going. " Will said. 

He had to wait for his wife to go to bed before he could go to his daughter's room. He watch as his wife took her nightly sleeping pill. Lately she took them everynight this week. Pretending to be asleep, he thought about getting his daughter really hot, then slipping his cock up her ass, mouth, and in her pussy again. Looking at the clock, it's been over an hour an half sense she took those pills. Getting up quietly he left the room, tip toeing down the hall to his daughter's room, closing the door behind him. He found her on the bed wide awake and her legs spread wide. "About time you got here daddy, I've been waiting for hours for you to come fuck me. " she told him. "Come down to my study baby I have some thing to show you. " he told her. 

Once the study door close she wrap her hand around his cock, stroking him he move them to the couch and sat down. "Watch baby. " he said. Not missing a beat on his cock she turn to see. "See baby Daddy film us last night, would you like to have all our little fucks on tape to watch over and over again?" he ask her. She could talk so she nodded her head yes. "Bend over the coffee table baby daddy's been wanting to fuck your lovely ass. " he told her. She bent over the table and felt his cock push in her ass. He push his cock in her asshole, plunging in deep and hard. She knew he was going to cum any second so she push her ass back hard onto him, burying him deep in her asshole, she squeeze holding his cum in her ass while he pull's out. 

He pull out of her ass and push a finger up there to help her hold his cum up her asshole. "Oh baby, We're going to camping, we'll leave next Friday right after I get off work, and we'll be gone for a week. Now carefully climb on daddy's cock and ride my bull. " he told her. She slide her pussy down on his still hard cock. "Oh Daddy thank you, now we just have to get Uncle Will to come too. " she said. "Oh baby he'll be there waiting for us and for you. " he told her.

Daddy's Girl



I hear your car pull up in the driveway. I know you had a hard day at work so I run to the door to greet you. As soon as you open the door, I jump in your arms and hug you tight. « Hi Daddy! » I say. You hug me back and say hi. I press my body against yours, feeling your cock getting hard already. I giggle and you swat my behind. « Go draw Daddy a nice bath silly girl! » you say. I laugh and run to the bathroom. I get your bath all ready and then I call you. You come into the room and I help you out of your clothes. I so want to take your cock in my mouth now but you won't let me yet. « Patience my sweet. » you say. I know better than to argue. But I can't help pouting, even at 18 years of age. You just laugh. 

You sit in the tub and I take the soap and wash your back and chest and arms. I rub a bit harder and longer on your neck, helping you relax. Then I wash your legs and feet. Finally, I get to your cock. You lift yourself out of the water so I have better access. I rub the soap in my hands, building nice lather. You let me take your cock in my hands and I start rubbing up and down slowly. You're so hard… You let me do this for a while but then you stop me. « Dry me off now babygirl. » you say. You stand up and I get a towel. As I bend down to dry your legs, I feel a hand on my ass. You slide your hand all the way between my legs. « Well aren't you wet… Having them naughty thoughts again are you? » you ask. « Yes Daddy. » I can't lie to you. I lower my eyes, knowing what's about to happen. 

« Take my hand little girl. » you say. I do as you ask. You take me to my room. You then sit on my bed and look at me. I am still looking down, shuffling my feet. You pull me close and put me over your knees. I am still wearing my school uniform, minus the panties, so you don't have much to do to get to my ass. You swat it once, hard. « Please Daddy! I'll be good! I promise! » I cry. But I know it's useless. You swat it again and again. I beg you to stop. And finally you do. My ass is so red and sore now. And yet my pussy is dripping wet… You tell me to lay down on the bed, face down. You rub some aloe on my butt, making it feel slightly better. Then you sit in front of me. « Now be a good girl for Daddy… Make your Daddy feel good. » 

I move up to your cock and lick up the shaft slowly, then back down. I kiss your balls and lick them. Then I take your beautiful cock in my hand and I kiss the head, opening my mouth and working my tongue around it. Opening wider, I take it in my mouth. You groan and put your hands behind my head, keeping me from getting your cock out of my mouth. I lick and suck, trying to relax my throat so I can take you all in without gagging. Your hips start rocking back and forth, your cock now fucking my mouth. 

You pull out and get off the bed. You make me lay down across the bed on my back, my head hanging off the side. You tell me to open and I do. You ease your cock in my mouth. At the same time, you lean over me, hands on either side of my body. You lower your head and give my pussy a little lick. I moan on your cock. « You're still wet my little slut. » you comment. You jam your cock deep in my mouth as you pinch my inner thigh. I whimper but in can't help sucking harder. Without warning, you take my pussy in your mouth and suck and lick really hard. A powerful orgasm rocks my body. I start sucking your cock with a frenzy. You know I can take a lot more when I cum so you fuck my mouth hard, going all the way in. I gag but continue sucking. I know better than to push you away. I know what Daddy wants from his little girl. All of a sudden, you tense up and shove your big cock all the way down my throat and I feel a hot spurt as you cum. I lick your shaft as I swallow every drop. 

You taste so good Daddy… No wonder I get so wet when I think of your big cock in my mouth. When you are done cumming, you pull out of my mouth and look down at me and say : « Oh what a good girl you are! You know how to make Daddy feel good. » Then you lean down again and kiss me, your tongue probing my mouth, dancing with my tongue, tasting yourself. Your hands fondle my tits. You lick down my chin, all the way to my nipple and then you take it in your mouth, sucking gently at first, then biting. I wimper a little. It hurts a bit. With my nipple still in your teeth, you growl : « Shut up princess… You know Daddy hates it when you complain. » I close my eyes and concentrate on being quiet. I know the consequences if I don't do as you ask. 

You finally let go of my nipple. « Daddy wants some pussy now honey… » You lay down on the bed and make me straddle your face. « Now my sweet, it's time you learned about mental bondage. Put your hands behind your back and don't you dare move them. They are tied together with strong rope. Get the picture baby? » you say. « Yes Daddy. I'll be good. » I reply. I do as you ask. This is making me so wet… You look at me with an evil grin and start licking. I look down at you and I start shaking as I feel another orgasm building already. I know I have to hold it back but it's very hard. You turn me on so much Daddy… Your hands are on my ass. You move one so you can stick a finger in my ass. « Oh god… I'm gonna cum already Daddy! Please let me cum!!! I can't hold it! » Instead of answering me, you clamp your mouth down on my pussy and suck even harder. I start cumming even harder than the first time. I feel like I am about to collapse so I reach for the headboard with my hands. Way too late, I realize I wasn't supposed to move my hands. « Bad move baby! » you say. Worried about what might be coming, I get off the bed and run for the door. But before I get to it, you grab me by the hair and yank me right off my feet. I cry out in pain and fear. « Now that was an even worse move darlin. » you say. « Now Daddy's done being nice. » 

You drag me back to the bed and throw me on it. « Please Daddy! I swear I'll be good! » « Too late honey. You had your chance. » you reply without looking at me. You turn me over so I am laying on my belly. The only thing readily available is a roll of duct tape you used when you were fixing the air conditioning system in my room. You take it and tape my hands to the bedposts. « If you're not absolutely quiet, I'll put a piece on your mouth too. » you tell me. I am so afraid of what might happen now but at the same time, I am so completely turned on by this. You pull my hips up so I am on my knees. I can feel my juices running down my legs. You slide your hand on my pussy and smear the wetness around. All of a sudden, without a word, you ram your cock all the way in my pussy. I gasp in surprise and a bit of pain. But I stay quiet as you ordered. You fuck me very hard and fast for a few minutes. Then you stop and pull it out. I am drenched in my own juices now. Again, your hand goes in and smears it around, this time including my ass. My eyes open wide as I know what's coming now. « Please don't daddy! Please! I'll be a good girl! I promise! » I cry. 

You reach for the tape. « I told you to be quiet. See how you don't listen to me today? See what you're making me do? » you say. Then you rip a piece of tape off and put it across my mouth, shutting me up. I am frantically pulling at the tape on my hands but to no avail. « Stop moving now honey. You know you want this. » you say. And I know you're right. But I know it will hurt too. You push your cock in my pussy one more time to get it all wet again, and in one motion, you pull it out and push it into my ass. Just a little bit at first. You grab a handfull of hair and pull my head back as far as it'll go, making me arch my back. Your other hand is under me, rubbing my clit. The pain and the pleasure mix together. I am shaking. You keep rubbing and start fucking my ass, going a bit deeper everytime. Pretty soon you're all the way in and I am about to cum again. But this time you won't let me. 

You lean over me and whisper in my ear : « Don't you cum yet lil one. Wait for Daddy! » You fuck my ass ever harder. I am lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. You let go of my hair long enough to take the tape off my mouth. Then you pull my head back again. « Daddy's gonna cum sweetheart… You ready? » I moan : « Yesssss Daddy! » You turn my head and kiss me deep as you groan and shove your cock deep in my ass. I scream in your mouth. We explode at exactly the same time. When this orgasm finally ends, I collapse on the bed, exhausted. You lay down next to me, take the tape off my hands and take me in your arms. « What a good girl you are baby… Daddy loves you so much! » I just cuddle up to you, unable to answer. But I am happy that I was able to make all your stress go away. I am the lady of the house, Daddy's girl…



Daddy's Girl



Eighteen year's old and still a virgin... Not uncommon in the mid eighteen- hundreds. Technically a virgin, since she had been riding horses all her life, at some stage her hymen had torn... and then there was the time she had experimented with a cucumber, using it to fuck herself as she played with her clit.

Her mother had died when she was eleven years old and it was just her and Daddy now. She'd tried to make up for her mother, increasingly taking on the woman's role in the house as she grew older.

As she developed into womanhood she became increasingly aware of her own blooming sexuality and as she did so she couldn't help noticing her handsome, dashing father. He was not yet forty and his good looks were hard not to notice.

Her mother had been a strikingly beautiful woman and Sarah herself had inherited the best of both of them. She was quite simply stunning, tall, slim and beautiful, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. How could her father not be aware of her? 

Only eighteen years before he'd fallen in love with the woman she looked so similar to. In his daughter was his wife, reincarnate. No wonder she was a virgin. He was a jealous man, overprotective of his little girl. Despite her obvious charms, the boys of the village had never been allowed to get close to her. They all worshipped her from afar.

In the closeness that existed between them it was almost inevitable that he became the object of her desires, day after day, working in the fields, his shirt off, his fine muscular body tanned by the summer sun. She would daydream about him, imagining what it would be like if she were his wife, to have him look into her eye's and tell her how beautiful she was , to take her in his strong arm's and kiss her gently, to tell her how much he loved her.

All of this she dreamed about... And more.... she knew about sex, she'd seen animals doing it, giggled about it with her friends when she used to go to school. All these thoughts and feelings had led to the discovery of her own body, the pleasant sensations, the excitement, the wetness between her leg's whenever she dreamed like this. It was her daddy's cock she was imagining when she'd experimented with the cucumber. She'd loved the feeling of the cool hard vegetable as she thrust it in and out of her pussy, diddling her clitoris until she had an orgasm. She hadn't known about orgasm's until then. She thought she was going to die of pleasure it was so intense. After that she'd masturbate at every opportunity, and always she would think of Daddy.

.....Of Daddy, who although she knew he loved her, never seemed to notice her, not in that way, never appreciated her beauty or the fact that she was now a woman, desirable.

As is only natural she started becoming interested in the boys of the village. One day, after church, she caught the eye of a young man called Jack who came to speak with her. Sarah's months of flirting with her father had not been in vain. Evidently, when practised on Jack, it was having the desired effect. He was all over her like a rash and Sarah was loving the attention. Not just from Jack but she could tell that she had the full attention of her father too. He was jealous.... And she liked it!

He stood glowering in the churchyard, face like thunder. Eventually he could stand it no longer and, interrupting her conversation with Jack, took her by the arm and virtually frog-marched her home, chastising her for her most unseemly behaviour. Once they were out of earshot of the congregation he became even worse, calling her a "slut" and a "whore", accusing her of practically throwing herself at Jack.

"When I get you home young lady I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" He growled at her. How right he was!

As soon as they got inside the house he pulled her down across his knee's, pulled up her dress, pulled her knickers down and, to her cries of protest, began smacking her!

Sarah yelled and cried but he was unrelenting, continuing till his arm was tired and poor Sarah's bottom was sore and throbbing. What she was also acutely aware of was that was not the only thing that was throbbing. The uncomfortable bulge in Daddy's trousers was pressed against her belly....throbbing! Her own pussy too, was throbbing, the same way it did when she dreamed of Daddy, when she played with it.

Daddy's arm must have been very tired, finally letting his hand come to rest on her bum, gently rubbing it, soothing it, almost as if he were trying to make it all better. Gradually his fingers, making little circles on her skin, crept ever closer to her pussy, Sarah lying still on his lap.

She had become so aroused by her smacking that her pussy was leaking torrents of juices. She whimpered softly to herself as his fingers slid idly between the burning cheeks of her bum....and came out wet!

The way he so quickly removed them, she knew he'd discovered how wet she was.

Embarrassed now, he gruffly said "Let that be a lesson to you my girl" at which point she broke down in tears, got off his lap and hugged him tightly.

"Oh Daddy, Daddy I didn't mean to upset you.... I just wanted you to notice me, to notice that I'm all grown up. I'm a woman now Daddy, look at me! And with that she stood back, pulled off her dress and stood before him naked, her knickers round her ankles.

Ben Tamworth, whilst a God-fearing man, stood transfixed at the sight of her, this perfect vision of womanhood, his daughter, standing there proudly displaying herself to him. He was unable to take his eye's off her, that beautiful tearstained face, small pert breast's, narrow waist flaring to womanly hip's and the sparse wisps of damp pubic hair, doing little to conceal the slit of her pussy.

"Love me Daddy, love me like you did Mummy" she implored. "I want you to be the first".

Emotions raged inside him. His throbbing erection told him he wanted her. 'Oh God did he want her', he was only human after all.... how could any red -blooded man resist?

"I can't baby, I just can't" he intoned, trying to contain himself "it's just not right"

"But Daddy, I love you and you love me. Don't you see? It's perfect" she persisted. "Am I not pleasing to look at?" She parted her legs, showing him her pussy, spreading it with her fingers. "Don't you like my little pussy Daddy, isn't she beautiful?" God baby yes, yes you're so beautiful, so perfect, but I'm your father. I cannot do that with you" his eye's still fixed on her.

"I want you to Daddy, and I know you want me too, look!" She indicated the bulge in his trousers.

Rushing forward she thrust her little breasts into his face, pushing him back on the sofa, the pointed nipples offered to his lips. 

"But baby" he started.

"Hush Daddy, make love to me" she soothed, "You know you want to!"

He took first one then the other nipple into his mouth, sucking on the little buds as she moaned breathlessly.

"Oh God, Daddy, yes, that's it, make me a woman, show me how"

Ben Tamworth, respected member of the community and father, was going to have his daughter. He couldn't help it.

As he suckled her breasts she unbuckled his trousers and tugged off his shirt, wanting him naked too, wanting all her fantasies to come true. He helped her remove his trousers, kissing her full on the lips, so, so passionately; moaning how much he loved her.

As his trousers fell to the floor Sarah immediately grabbed for his cock, grasping the rock hard throbbing flesh and fondling it gently, exploring him with her fingers as he moaned out loud. Wild with passion for his young daughter, he threw her down on the settee, kissing her lips, her face, her neck, down to her breasts, her belly, finally reaching her sweet, succulent pussy. 

By now Sarah was so turned on the whole area between her legs was saturated with her secretions.

"Oh daddy, Oh God Daddy, please" she whimpered as he kissed her there, little teasing kisses with his lips, first on the wispy hairs above her slit then further down where the hair thinned and disappeared completely below her clit. He kissed her up and down the bare lips of her cunt as she lay there, spreading her legs wide open for him, moaning with pleasure.

As his tongue delved deeper into Sarah's pussy she moaned again, reaching for Daddy's stiff cock and bringing it to her mouth. Sarah took the head of her Daddy's cock between her lips, sucking him into her mouth and running her tongue around the head as he moaned in delight.

Ben Tamworths guilt faded, forgotten in the heat of the moment, as he traced tiny circles with his tongue, round and around his young daughters clitoris, her hip's jerking involuntarily, her moans of pleasure escaping the gag of his cock. How could this be wrong? She loved it, she asked for it, she was going to get it!

A few minutes later she was desperate to come; desperate, hungry, wanting; her pussy hungry, aching to be filled, fucked! She wished she could have his cock in her pussy as he licked her. 'Oh how she would love to be fucked and licked at the same time' she thought, knowing it was impossible, but the thought of it... .. .and she came, convulsed with pleasure, giving a desperate cry, moaning and jerking, strong spasm's that wracked her body again and again.

When it had subsided she pulled Daddy's cock from her mouth, pushed him onto his back and wantonly sank herself down on his throbbing pole of flesh.... Onto her Daddy! No longer a virgin; Now she was a woman!

He moaned at the sweet envelopment of his cock into her tight young hole. She took it easily she was so wet and rampant, sliding herself down to the root of it, gaining a rhythm as she began bouncing up and down, feeling the smooth hard flesh sliding in and out of her.

As she rode him they kissed, long , deep, passionate kisses, his tongue invading her mouth as his cock invaded her pussy. She had her Daddy inside her, totally inside her; and she loved it! She loved the feel of Daddy's cock in her pussy, his hand's on her bottom, caressing, rubbing, sliding between the widespread cheek's of her bum.

She shuddered as his finger's found the puckered mouth of her arse, wet with her copious secretions, one finger gently probing, then slowly slipping inside. Sarah rode him like this for several minutes, loving the feeling of the triple penetration, her arse, her pussy, her mouth. Another finger joined the first, Sarah feeling her arse stretched as he now thrust two inside her.

Then they were gone; suddenly her Daddy lifted her off him, her cunt suddenly bereft, empty without him.

"Baby, go on your hand's and knee's, turn over" he encouraged "I can't give you a baby, I'm going to fuck your arse!"

Sarah, excited at the prospect, wanted his cock; in her mouth, in her pussy, in her arse... She just wanted his cock. She wanted to feel him come inside her, moaning and jerking in pleasure.

It hurt as he penetrated her tight arse, stretched too much, she struggled to relax enough to let him in; it hurt but she didn't care. She was happy to hurt for him, for his pleasure.

As she cried out in pain, her muscles yielding to his cock, she felt him slide right up inside her arse, slick with her cunt juices. Grasping her hip's he slid her back and forth on himself, moaning gently to her "Oh baby, Oh baby, my sweet baby, you've taken me, you've taken Daddy up your arse!"

She turned and smiled at him "Yes Daddy, fuck your little girl's arse. I want you to come inside me!" she breathed seductively "Fuck me!"

The pain in her arse eased after a few seconds, enjoying now the feel of her Daddy's cock in her arse. Her fingers went to her clit, rubbing it, making little circles in a steady rhythm, becoming increasingly turned on. Her cunt still felt empty, she wished he could fuck her cunt and arse at the same time, racing now, to reach another climax before Daddy did .

Their moans grew louder and louder, panting, delirious with pleasure, his cock plundering her arse again and again until, without warning, he cried out "Do you want it baby? Do you want Daddy's come?"

"Oh yes Daddy, come for me, come up my arse!" She moaned, frantically rubbing her clit.

With a bellow of sheer pleasure he rammed himself deep, deep inside her belly, pumping, pumping, his hot cock throbbing, jetting hot spurts of semen deep inside his daughter's body. Finally he collapsed on her back, holding her tightly, whispering lovingly in her ear.

As his shrinking cock slipped from her she realised she'd lost the race to come. She'd almost got there, so close, she was desperate to come again. Noticing one of Daddy's beer bottles on the shelf behind the settee she suddenly had an idea. She reached for it and handed it to her father.

"Would you like to put this in my pussy Daddy? She smiled coyly "Would you like to see if it would fit?"

Sarah was so ragged-up she wanted something in her pussy again. She wanted to be fucked till she came again, imagining what it would feel like with that large bottle fucking her pussy while Daddy licked her clit again.

Ben looked at his innocent-looking daughter holding out this bottle to him and knew he would never want another woman. But the bottle was huge.... much, much bigger than his cock. It must have been nearly two and a half inches in width!

He couldn't believe it would fit inside his daughters tight young pussy. She really was a horny little bitch.... . So horny she wanted to get fucked with a bottle! And he loved her all the more for it. Did she somehow know it was one of his favourite fantasies? One he had never even dared ask her mother to do for him.

Spreading her legs wide for him she coaxed him to do it "Go on Daddy, don't you want to see my little pussy stretched around that big, big bottle?"

"Oh sweet baby, yes, yes I'd love to see that....do you think you can?" He asked doubtfully "I'm afraid I might hurt you"

"I don't care Daddy", I want you to do it, go on, fuck your little girls pussy with it, make me suffer; after all, I'm such a bad girl aren't I?, seducing my Daddy!" She teased him.

How could he refuse? Leaning forward he inserted the rounded , short necked bottle between the splayed lips of her cunt, gently pushing, watching in fascination as the lips stretched around it, spreading them wide, wide, wider. Sarah's fingers went to her clit again. Already highly aroused the bottle stretched her easily at first. She'd had to learn how to relax to take some of the cucumbers she'd fucked herself with.... But the bottle was thicker than any of them!

It started hurting her, stretching her too much, her face contorted in discomfort as she concentrated on keeping herself open, intent on taking it for her Daddy.

"Go on Daddy, keep going it's nearly there" she sighed as he eased the pressure. Then with a sharp burning sensation in the ring of muscles at her entrance, she felt her pussy open fully and she took it, sliding slowly but surely inside her. She gasped as it penetrated her, deep inside her belly, bulky, cold and hard. 

"Oh yes Daddy!" She smiled at him "look what you've done! See what a greedy little girl you've got!"

As her fingers teased her clit he started to fuck her with it, marvelling at her capacity to take something so large inside her.

"Lick me again Daddy, lick me here" she said, sliding her fingers from her clit, allowing him access. 

He loved the contrast she presented; his beautiful, innocent-looking young daughter acting like a wanton, lewd slut, leg's splayed, her pretty little cunt stretched tight around the beer bottle as he fucked her with it, moaning in pleasure as his lips closed on her little clit, her hip's jerking to meet the thrusts of the bottle inside her.

Sarah loved it, her fantasy of getting fucked and licked had come true. It mattered not that it wasn't Daddy's cock fucking her. It was still him fucking her, still him pleasuring her with this makeshift penis and his tongue. She so loved to have him fuck and kick her at the same time she couldn't care less.... and it was so big, huge! 

She loved the way it stretched her. Her cunt felt so tight with the huge thing inside her. She loved being fucked like this.... to be so completely open for him, so vulnerable, so wide. She felt more like a woman than ever. She luxuriated in the feeling, lying back on the settee, arching her back and spreading her legs so wide, relaxing herself completely and let it happen.... and she came; with ragged, sobbing cries she came for her Daddy, her little cunt clenching upon the bottle as he fucked throughout.

On and on he fucked her, Sarah moaning in such delight, making her come over and again till finally she'd had enough. He left the bottle buried in her, his cock once again rock hard, kneeling between her legs, wanking his cock.

"Come for me Daddy" she panted, in the afterglow of her orgasm's, spreading her legs really wide, the end of the bottle protruding from her pussy. "Look at me Daddy, look at my pussy; see how greedy she is? She loves you fucking her. Did you see how much you made me come? Come for me Daddy, come for me again!"

With his eye's roaming from her face to her pussy Ben Tamworth wanked his cock, unbelievably turned on at the sight of her....and came, hot jet's of sperm splattering on her belly and tit's as he bellowed again in ecstasy.

"Oh God Daddy" she sighed as he collapsed into her arms "We have got to do that again!"

Lying there in her arms with her gently stroking his hair he realised no other woman could ever come close to his daughter.

She still had hold of his cock when he woke the next morning. Lunch was late that day, both of them having fallen asleep afterwards, lying cuddled in each others arms. Sarah woke first and left her father to sleep while she prepared the dinner. She served it to him accompanied with warm beer! 

Little was said about their mornings activities, both of them going about their usual chores and activities. In truth, Ben was feeling very guilty for what he'd done. Sarah on the other hand was not! She had loved every minute of it and wanted more! 

That night they went to their separate beds but as he was dropping off to sleep Ben felt his daughter clamber into bed and snuggle up to him, her hand grasping his penis which swelled at her touch. 

He extricated himself from her grip and went to wash and dress. Soon after she woke, bright and breezy, not a care in the world. Sarah had to go to the market that day and was gone for most of the morning while Ben worked in the fields. While they were apart they both kept thinking of each other, Sarah thinking how randy she felt and Ben how guilty he felt. 

Thus when it came to Monday night Sarah was like a bitch on heat and Ben had resolved never to let it happen again. She cooked supper and afterwards started teasing him, gradually taking more and more of her clothes off and flaunting herself in front of him! 

Ben could not be angry with her, not least because she was starting to arouse him, but he determined he would be strong in the face of temptation. Despite her best efforts at seduction Sarah was getting nowhere. Daddy, it seemed, wasn't interested. Undeterred, Sarah knew what to do..... 

When she announced that she was going to bed Ben breathed a sigh of relief ....Short lived however for when he went to bed Sarah was lying naked on it with a big cucumber inside her, lazily thrusting it in and out. 

"Oh Daddy there you are, I was wondering if you would like to replace this cucumber with your cock? My pussy was so empty, she really needs filling up with something nice and hard" she smiled at him. "It would be a shame to let this cucumber have all the fun, after all, if I'm going to be fucked it might just as well be you!" 

Ben's cock was instantly hard, his resolve in tatters as he climbed onto the bed, ripping his clothes off as he went, once again transfixed at the sight of her. In an instant he pulled the cucumber from her and thrust his hard cock to the hilt inside her, kissing her deeply as he rapidly thrust himself in and out, fucking her slick wet pussy hard and fast. 




Daddy's Girl



My dearest Chrissy, I had to leave unexpectedly on a business trip. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say good-bye in person but I will home in a couple of days. I left a little something for you on my bed. Be a good girl and wear that for Daddy when he comes home. As always, my dear, I will bring home a special gift for you. I miss you already...  Daddy

She dashes upstairs to see what Daddy left her. "Ohhhh" she giggles in delight. "Daddy will be so happy to see me in these. I can't wait for him to come home!" 

As she gives herself a final once-over, she hears the door open. "Chrissy, honey, Daddy's home! Where is my Angel?" "Daddy!!" She squeals as she bounds down the stairs to greet him. She runs into his waiting arms and gives him a big hug. He kisses her on the forehead. "I missed you, Princess. Now show me how nice you look." She backed away so he could look at her. "Honey, why are you covering your breasts from Daddy?" "Well, Daddy," she began shyly, "You forgot to leave me a top. I didn't know what to put on so I thought I would wait until I saw you. I thought that maybe you were going to bring me something to put on." "Oh, no, Sweetheart. That was intentional. Now please put your hands down so I can see you." She slowly removed her hands from breasts. He was surprised to see how grown up his little girl looked as she stood before him in nothing more than the white thong panties he had left for her. "Turn around for Daddy. I need to see how these look from the back." She slowly turned around. "Mmmmm, very sweet, Chrissy. Why, you look sweet enough to eat!" He proclaimed as he hugged his daughter from behind. Taking one of her firm, perky breasts in each hand. He squeezed them gently and proceeded to tease her erect nipples. "How does that feel, Princess?" He questioned. "Daddy, I feel strange. I can't really describe it." As she arched her back and pressed her ass against him. He knew how she felt and that made him even more excited.

"Chrissy! I have an idea! Come with me." He grabbed her hand and brought her into the dining room. She was giddy with anticipation. "Daddy, you always have the BEST ideas! What are we going to do? I'm so excited!" "Me too, Princess. Now remove your panties for Daddy. I think I'm going to have my dessert before dinner tonight." She removed her panties as she was told but was confused about his comment about dessert. "Daddy, what do you mean by dessert?"  "You will see."  He managed to mutter as he stood there taking in every inch of her with his eyes. "You look positively edible tonight! Come, sit up here for Daddy." He motioned her to sit on the table. She proceeded with caution because she knew that she wasn't to sit on the dinner table. "Come, Sweetheart. Sit right here in front of Daddy." She lifted herself up onto the table directly in front of him. "Lean back for Daddy. Rest on your elbows so that I can see your beautiful face." He reached down and grabbed each of her feet and propped them on the table. Her legs were spread wide open right in front of his face. "What's this, Chrissy? You are all wet. You are glistening with honey!" He edged in even closer. "Oh, your aroma...so sweet. Mmmm...I think I could get into a little dessert before dinner." He looked up at her. "How about it, Sweetheart? Can Daddy have some honey?" "Daddy, you know the rules!" She insisted. "No dessert until you finish dinner. You know that!" He chuckled and redirected his attention to the dripping little honey pot before him. He started at the bottom and slowly dragged his tongue up and stopped at her clit. "Chrissy, you are sooooo sweet, my dear! What a good girl you are to make this special treat just for Daddy!" "But, Daddy...."she began. He wasn't listening. Again, he tasted her only this time he went slower and deeper. "...you can't!!!" 

"Excuse me?!" He proclaimed. "You are telling me that I can't do something? I don't think so! I am your Daddy and I will do as I please when I please. Do you hear me?" She nodded her head. "Do you understand me? Answer me!!" "Yes, Daddy, I understand. What I meant to say is that perhaps you should..." She began. "Perhaps I should give you a good spanking? Is that what I should do? Right now you certainly deserve one for being so fresh to Daddy. Now get down from there and lay over my knee. He proceeded to spank her. "Please, Daddy" she begged. "Please stop! I promise to be a good girl! I promise not to talk bad! I promise not to interrupt Daddy ever again! Please...I will do what ever you want. Just please stop!" He stopped for a moment as he slid a finger down to her pussy. As he expected, she was dripping with nectar. "Good" He thought. "My Chrissy is excited! I will make her ache with desire. I will make her wait now until I am ready to take her. But, first..."

"Get down." He instructed. "Kneel in front of me." He removed his hard, throbbing cock from his Levi's. "Chrissy, dear, take this into your mouth and suck on it for Daddy. Be gentle." "Oh, but, Daddy..."she began in amazement, "It's soooooo big! " "Daddy wants you to suck his cock...now!!! Do it or I will continue with your spanking." "Ok, Daddy, whatever you want. I'm a good girl!" With that she took him in her mouth. Gently she wrapped one of her hands around his shaft. She slowly began to move up and down, up and down. Her hand and mouth in perfect rhythm. Her pace quickened as she heard Daddy moan. His pleasure was exciting her! She took him deeper into her mouth...sucking...swirling her tongue around him. She could feel his body tense. Then, suddenly her mouth was filled with a hot, creamy liquid. She eagerly swallowed every drop of her Daddy's offering. 

"Very good, Chrissy. You behave well for Daddy. Now go clean yourself up and get ready for bed. I want you to sleep with Daddy tonight. I have something to give you." "Oh, Daddy!" She squealed. "You always bring home the best gifts for me! What is it?" "That reminds me, Sweetheart" as he reaches into his coat pocket. "These are for you." He hands her a pair of red lace panties. "Put these on for Daddy tonight. I will be up soon to give you the rest of your surprise. Now, go, my dear, get ready for Daddy's surprise..."



Daddy's Girl



Summer

Billie married not only the girl of his dreams, but also the dream girl of just about every guy in town. She was beautiful without being stuck-up, sexy without being a show off and a personality that would win her Miss Congeniality in any beauty contest. She had long blond hair, perky breasts and a cute ass. Billie was short with a slender build and shy. All the guys in school wanted to have sex with Kathy and more than one girl would like to spend the night with her too.

So how come he got so lucky? Billie thought partly because he was laid back and easy going. Kathy was used to going out with the jocks that always tried to make out with her. They only had one thing in mind, sex. Billie wanted it too but Kathy could easily fend him off. Kathy's mom had married again after her 1st husband ran out on her. She told Billie she was not a virgin, but she would not have sex with him unless they were married. Why would she agree to marry him? One of the reasons was her stepfather, Frank, liked Billie and Kathy was a daddy's girl. It probably had something to do with Kathy's dad deserting her when she was small, and she blamed her mother for that, so she did not want to lose her new daddy too. She went along with just about everything he wanted. Why Frank liked Billie he didn't know, he was nothing like him. Frank was tall, heavy set, an ex college football player. Maybe that was why he didn't trust football players around his stepdaughter; he knew from experience what they were like. Personality wise Billie was more like Kathy's mom, Mary. She was quiet and soft spoken. It was clear Frank was the boss in the family.

Billie's marriage proposal was on hold until Kathy checked with her daddy. Once he said OK, Kathy accepted Billie's proposal. Both of them were just recently out of high school. Kathy was 18 and Billie was a year older. Neither one of them had any money. Jobs were hard to get in a small town so it was decided that Billie would go to work at Frank's hardware store. It was agreed by all, Billie reluctantly, that they would live with her parents until he saved up some money to rent their own place.

Almost immediately Billie knew that he had made a mistake. They did not have a separate apartment for them or even the basement fixed up. He just moved into Kathy's bedroom with her. Other than that they ate meals with them, watched TV with them and spent most of their time with them. Never was the old saying, "I have not lost a daughter, I have gained a son," more true; except, Frank treated Billie more like an employee than a son. First of all Frank called him Boy. His name was Bill and even though Kathy called him Billie which he didn't like, he disliked the name Boy even more.

Frank embarrassed Billie at times. Each Friday night Frank gave him his pay for working in the hardware store. He also gave Kathy her allowance at the same time which was the same as his pay. She always hugged him, gave him a big kiss and cooed, "Thank you daddy." That's something else that bugged Billie. Kathy is 18 years old and she calls him Daddy. .He's not even her real dad. I asked her about that once and she said, "I know but he likes me to call him that."

Frank claimed that Kathy needed to go on to college and get her business degree if she was going to take over the hardware store some day. He told Billie that since he had to pay for all his wife's college expenses, the least he could do was help Mary out around the house.

What really annoyed Billie was Frank would not let him drink any kind of alcohol. Billie enjoyed having the occasional beer but Frank said no employee of his is allowed to drink; it only causes mistakes and errors. At dinnertime while Kathy and her dad had wine; Mary, who does not like wine and Billie drank water. It was almost as bad with smoking. Frank told Billie he couldn't afford to smoke since he was supposed to be saving his money so that they could get our own place. It somehow does not apply to Kathy as she and her daddy often smoke after dinner while sipping a brandy. Mary is allergic to smoke but they are the ones who clean the ashtrays. Billie has seen Frank blow smoke in Mary's face just to hear her cough.

He treated Mary like a servant and Billie about the same way. Once she burned his favorite meal and he was mad. "What you need is to be spanked on your bare ass in front of Kathy and the boy to make you more careful in the future." Then he enjoyed listening to her beg and plead not to be spanked in front of the children.

Billie asked Kathy how she could allow her mother to be treated that way and all she would say was her daddy's bark was worse than his bite, and her mother was used to being told what to do.

His job was the pits. He got all the worst things to do, sweeping the floor, stocking shelves and putting the display merchandise outside in the morning and bringing it inside at night. That meant he had to arrive a half hour before the store opened and stay another half hour after the store closed.

Billie's sex life was no better. Frank wanted to make sure he did not get Kathy pregnant, so he got some special condoms. Billie didn't know where he found them, but they were made of a stiff rubberized material. He could put it on and get it into Kathy, but the thing was so loose on him that it stayed stationary in her, while he pushed in and out almost like jerking off. By fucking into that thing he could cum after a while but with very little satisfaction. It was no satisfaction for Kathy either. She got no stimulation because the condom would not move in her pussy. At best she got a little pressure as Billie thrust into that thing. After a while they just did away with the condoms and he would lick and suck her and she would jerk him off.

There were some subtle changes going on that Billie didn't like. Kathy seemed to be loosing her modesty. She would take a shower and then come downstairs to watch TV wearing just her bathrobe. When she sat beside her daddy if the robe opened some she would leave it open letting her dad get a good look. She would buy something new and then model it for her daddy. He would insist on checking out the material and then run his hands all over her including her breasts and her ass. Kathy would say, "Stop that," but she always had a smile on her face and would not move away, just stand there and let him do it.

Once when she was modeling a sexy new dress for him he said, "That is so hot. If I were 20 years younger I would fuck you right here on the floor." Billie was shocked and Mary looked embarrassed but Kathy just giggled and said," Now behave yourself daddy."

Kathy had signed up for some summer courses at college. If she had early morning classes she would often stay overnight on campus so Billie was seeing less and less of her. Even when she was home her dad spent as much time with her as Billie did. Frank would often take her shopping and have dinner out afterwards.

Frank treated Billie badly but he treated his wife worse. Once he stood up quickly just as Mary was serving him a drink and she spilt it on him. She quickly went to get a towel to dry him off and said she would make another drink right away. "You stupid cow, I should spank your bare ass so hard you would have to stand up for a week."

"You could spank my bare ass daddy," Kathy whispered with a smile.

"If I had you bare on my lap I would give you something but it wouldn't be a spanking."

"What would you give me?" Kathy asked with a teasing voice.

"Eight inches."

"Eight inches of what daddy?"

"Put your hand down here and you can feel what it is." Now he had a smirk on his face.

"You are a naughty man daddy." When Billie told Kathy he thought that was inappropriate behavior she replied," I just like teasing my daddy and besides, if it was wrong my mother would have said something." Fat chance of that happening, Mary was a servant not a wife.

Billie wanted to make love to his wife and do it in a normal way but she said she did not want to have children until she graduated and got settled in the hardware store. "Besides I like being sucked off and you should be happy with my hand jobs, something I wouldn't do for you before we were married. I have been with other guys before marring you and let me tell you, you are much better with your tongue than you are with your cock."

The bond between Kathy and her dad seemed to grow while theirs slipped. At dinner Kathy would tell her daddy about things that happened at college, not Billie. She never asked him about his work at the store. He got used to Kathy teasing her dad, doing things like sitting on his lap and kissing him. Then there was the time she came home wearing a new cashmere sweater and she put his hands on her saying, "feel how soft it is." 

She had started teasing Billie in a different way. She paraded around the house half undressed or in her sleepwear but slapped his hand away when he tried to caress her. It embarrassed Billie when she called him a horny toad in front of her daddy. At night she liked to hug and kiss him and rub her sexy body against him giving him an aching hard-on but she wouldn't let him put it in. "Now Billie, you know what I want in my pussy and it's not your cock.

Frank continued to humiliate his wife. "If you looked more like your daughter I might fuck you more often.. Why don't you dress more like Kathy? I can't even get a hard on looking at you." Mary in tears ran out of the room.

Kathy said, "You shouldn't be so hard on mom," but Billie could tell she liked it.

Fall

One day she told Billie one of the college guys had asked her to go to the Halloween dance. She wanted his permission to go with him since it was for college students only. Billie said no. "Kathy, you are my wife and if you want to go to a dance I'll take you to one."

Then her daddy spoke up. "If you want to go to a dance with that guy you go right ahead. You work hard at school so you need to relax and enjoy yourself once in a while."

"Thank you daddy, and don't worry Billie, I'll tell him I'm married so he won't be expecting to fuck me after the dance."

That night in their room Billie was very angry with Kathy. "How could you say you are going to that dance when I said no, and you should not say those kinds of words in front of your dad?"

"Billie, why are you so uptight? It's just a dance and he is a nice guy. We have several classes together and I like him and daddy said it was OK. If you don't agree then perhaps you should discuss it with him."

The following week Billie asked her about the dance. "I had fun, Rod is a good dancer and we had a good time Billie would you get my cigarettes out of my purse and light one for me while I read my mail?

Billie pulled out her package of cigarettes and at the same time a box of condoms fell on the floor. "What is this?" he asked showing her the condoms.

Kathy looked a little shocked but she recovered quickly. "That was supposed to be a surprise for you. I know you don't like my daddy's condoms so I bought these for you. Now we have to be careful and not do it very often because if daddy found out he would be very angry. I was going to wait until tonight but since you found them, it's time for your reward. Put one on and come fuck my hot juicy pussy."

Billie eagerly put on one noticing one condom was missing. Making love to her was wonderful. She could somehow squeeze Billie's cock each time he pulled back, and while he tried to hold off to make it last, he couldn't and came in her in less than 2 minutes. "Did you like that Billie? Do you feel better now?"

Now that the cooler weather has arrived, Kathy gets a blanket to put over her and her daddy while they sat beside each other on the sofa watching TV. Frank kept the room dark but Billie could hear whispers and Kathy's giggles. One night as the 11 o'clock news ended Billie said, "Let's go to bed Kathy. I have to go to work early tomorrow."

"You go ahead. There is a movie coming on that daddy and I want to watch."

Mary asked, "Do you want me to stay up with you Frank?"

"No, it's not your kind of movie. It's a porno so go to bed."

Billie was so upset thinking about his wife and her daddy watching a sex movie while they sat on the sofa, he could not sleep. About 2 hours later Kathy comes bouncing in. "Oh that was a sexy movie. I am soo horny." She striped off her wrinkled skirt and flopped down on the bed spreading her legs wide. "Come and suck me Billie. I want to feel your tongue deep in my pussy." As he licked and sucked her he thought she must be horny because she came quickly while she pulled his hair and jammed his nose into her pussy. "That was good Billie; now turn out the light so I can get some sleep."

"What about me, how about doing something for me?"

"Billie, I am sleepy. If you are that horny, jerk yourself off."

Winter

Christmas was near and Kathy was home for the holidays. Billie expected to spend more time with her now because during the year she would often stay overnight at the college. He wanted to buy her a nice Christmas present so he asked her what she wanted. "It's OK Billie; daddy is going to buy me a new car so it's also like a present for you, as you get my old car so you don't have to take the bus to work.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Rod, the guy I went to the dance with, is coming to spend Christmas with us. I asked daddy if it was OK and he said yes."

"Why would he want to come here?"

"His home is Seattle and he does not have the time or the money to go that far. I have gone out with him a few times so he knows me better than anyone else."

"Gone out with him! A few times! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you would act exactly this way. You would accuse me of fucking him or something like that. I told you he knows I am married. We are just good friends. You can be so unreasonable at times."

When Rod arrived, Billie was in the kitchen helping Mary prepare dinner. Kathy introduced him to Frank but did not bother bringing him into the kitchen to introduce Billie. At the dinner table Billie usually sat on one side of Kathy and Frank sat on the other. Not this time; Frank had Rod sitting in Billie's place. He said since they were both college students they would have more to talk about.

Rod had brought Kathy a Christmas present. They had their gift giving in the morning and it was only Frank that gave gifts. He gave his wife an apron; Kathy of course got her new car, and Billie got a baseball style cap that had printed on the front HAWKINS HARDWARE. This was the same cap Billie had seen him give free to some of his customers.

After dinner Kathy opened Rod's present; it was silky baby doll pajamas.

"Thank you Rod" and she leaned over and gave him a kiss.

"Why don't you model it for us?" Frank said.

Kathy blushed, "It's too sexy to model in front of Rod and everyone; I'll model it later."

"Nonsense, we all want to see you in it including the boy. You want to see her in it also Mary, don't you?"

"Yes dear."

"Now go upstairs and put it on for us."

"OK daddy" and she headed up stairs. Later she came down stairs swaying her hips and trying to act sexy. Her nipples showed faintly and you could see the shadow of her pussy through the pajamas. Billie didn't like to see her dad and Rod leering at his wife.

They settle down on the couch with Kathy between them. "Should I get the blanket daddy?"

"Good idea, no point in getting your hubby all excited."

They sat on the sofa drinking and laughing while Billie felt like a house boy bringing them snacks and rum punch. Once he heard Kathy say, "Will you guys stop that."

Billie stayed up until midnight but he had to work in the morning. "I am going to bed, are you coming Kathy?"

"I'll be up later; you go ahead."

Billie was too depressed to go to sleep. He could hear the TV and occasionally Kathy's laugh or giggles. About an hour later the TV was turned off and shortly after that he could hear Frank come upstairs and go to bed. It must have been close to an hour before Kathy came up. She did not turn on the light and she was trying to be quiet as she took off her baby doll pajamas and put on her nightie. She climbed into bed being careful not to wake him. Billie startled her when he spoke, "What have you been doing? Your dad came to bed an hour ago."

"Billie I thought you would be asleep."

"I know you did. That's why you were trying to sneak into bed, so answer my question."

"I had to help Rod get ready for bed. I had to open up the sofa bed in the den, find sheets, a blanket and a pillow and make his bed.

"That does not take an hour; what else did you do?"

"We talked for a little bit."

"Did you kiss him?"

"Oh now I get it; you think I am making out with him while you wait for me upstairs. Go look in my purse, I think I have one condom left. Put it on and you can fuck me. That ought to make you feel better."

SPRING

The long winter was ending and Kathy would be home for March break. Billie was soo looking forward to 2 whole weeks with his beautiful wife. Then his dream crumpled because one evening at dinner Frank said he was taking Kathy to Cancun Mexico to reward her for her good marks in college. He was also going to take Rod to reward him for redoing the books at the hardware store, setting up a new accounting system and auditing his books for free. Rod's major was accounting.

"Thank you daddy," Kathy said as she gave him a hug and a kiss.

Billie asked, "Can I go?"

"No, I need you helping out at the store and besides you have not worked long enough to earn 2 weeks vacation."

The rest of the evening was spent with them on the sofa looking at brochures Frank had on Cancun. Every time he would point out something Kathy would kiss him.

"Are you taking your wife?" Billie asked

"No, she has too many chores around the house to do. This will give her a chance to get caught up."

Billie was angry as they both ignored him. Frank was showing Kathy a picture of a nude beach. "Maybe I'll take you there."

"Daddy, you are so bad."

Billie had to speak up. "I don't like the idea of Rod going. You know he has a crush on my wife."

"Don't worry boy, their room has two double beds so you have nothing to worry about."

"Kathy can we talk about this?"

"Oh Billie, just go to bed. You are such a complainer. If you had your way, I would be staying home. You go to bed now and I'll be up after I see everything daddy has to show me. You don't see my mother carrying on the way you are, do you?"

Seething with jealously and anger Billie went upstairs to wait for Kathy. He had to make her see this was not right. Later she came in singing, "Mexico here I come. Now what did you want to talk about? Make it fast because I am tired."

"OK, OK, you can go to Mexico but you have to have your own room. I know Rod has the hots for you, and if both of you are in the same room, sooner or later he is going to try and have sex with you."

"I don't know what you are worried about, we have separate beds."

"I still don't like it and I just know he will try something."

"Talk to daddy about it then. Tell him you are worried your wife is going to get fucked."

Billie didn't want to but he had to do something so he brought it up the following night at the dinner table. Frank laughed out load and Kathy had a silly grin on her face, and right away Billie knew he had made a mistake even mentioning it.

"So you are worried Rod is going to be fucking your wife. I'm not worried, are you worried Mary?'

"No dear."

"There you go. If her mother is not worried there is no reason for you to be. Kathy if he tries to stick it in you after you remind him you are married, you come and sleep in my bed."

"OK daddy, I'll do that."

"So the problem is solved boy. Now you should be able to show a little more enthusiasm for your wife's holiday."




Daddy's Girl



The 2 weeks went by slowly. It felt more like 2 months and Billie missed her soo much. She sometimes teases and embarrasses him and sometimes she makes him jealous but she is so beautiful, and he does love her so much. When she kisses him he just melts in her arms.

Finally they are home and Kathy came in and gave him a brief kiss. "Billie, I have some bad news for you. I am going to divorce you and marry Rod. We have lived together for two weeks like husband and wife and I like him way better than you. We have great sex together. Daddy will take care of everything because he likes Rod much better than you ever since Rod told him I would stay overnight at his house once a week.

"He says you can keep your job and even stay in my old room because Rod and I are taking an apartment in town. He did say that now you are not my husband, you will have to pay room and board.

"I know you may be disappointed but this is what daddy wants and as you know I am a daddy girl."

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Story by Omega



Daddy's Girl



“Daddy, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

He held her face in his hands and whispered sharply, “You need to be taught a lesson.”

She had disappointed him greatly. He’d called for her early in the morning. He’d needed her to please him, to serve him. She was his little slut, his cunt baby. But, she’d ignored his calls, wanting to sleep a little longer. She was so tired. Daddy had kept her up so very late. 

“What are you?!” He demanded an answer.

She didn’t look at him, she couldn’t. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was so very sorry. “I’m your slut Daddy.”

“What else!” He screamed.

“I am your whore. I live only to please you Daddy. I am so very sorry, it’s just that I was so very tired...and....” She muttered.

He slapped her hard across the face, stopping her mid-sentence.

“I do not want excuses. Respect me enough not to even try to give me your pathetic reasons for your disobedience.” He said in a very stern and cold voice.

It chilled the blood in her veins. Daddy is a very loving and gracious person. She had never seen him so angry. 

“Yes Daddy, I am sorry.” She whimpered.

“Look at me.” He barked.

She looked up into his eyes. There she saw something she’d never seen. His eyes were not soft, they had turned into cold dark pools of anger.

Suddenly he turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. She did not know what to think or feel. Where was he going? What was she to do? Was she to follow him? 

Minutes passed. Silence. 

She looked down at herself and realized she’d broken more than one rule. Not only did she not come when he’d called, but she was wearing a t-shirt to cover her small thin build. She’d gotten cold in the middle of the night, and put it on. But Daddy had one very strict rule. She was always to be naked for him in the house; to be ready to please him if he asked.

She quicky threw off the shirt, and kneeled in front of the door; her legs spread, back straight, hands on her knees - palms up, and eyes cast downward. She knew he’d be back, and she wanted to show him the respect he deserved.

Suddenly the door banged open. He marched in, and saw her. 

“This small attempt at forgiveness is not going to cut it little girl.” He said coldly. 

She didn’t see what he’d brought with him, for she dared not to look up for even a second. She trembled slightly as she kneeled in front of him. His body towered before her. He was a very handsome man, 20 years her senior - thin, muscular build, and greying hair. He’d taken her in when she was just 18, and shown her what her true purpose was.

“Get your ass up and bend over the bed little bitch!” He yelled.

She stood shaking and moved to the bed, the same bed that had kept her from pleasuring her Daddy earlier. She bent over, her hands placed firmly on the bedspread at the bottom of the bed. She willed herself to be strong. 

Slowly and without a word, he began fastening her ankles to the bed posts. Then, surprising her, he gently ran his hands over her back. She shivered at his touch, goose bumps rising all over her body. His hands touched her, and began massaging her. Rubbing out nervousness and tension. He knew what he was doing. He needed her to realize she wanted this punishment. He ran one hand down her thigh, and up again, coming to her secret place in between. A place only he’d shared with her. His fingers caressed the lips of her pussy sweetly. Her wetness seeped out. 

Then, without warning, he pinched her lips hard. She cried out. 

“Silence Bitch!” He screamed. “If you utter one word, or murmur...you will be sorry. I will not tie your hands. You MUST remain still. Do you understand???”

She nodded, not daring to say yes. 

“Good girl, that’s the first thing you’ve done right all day.”

He removed his hands from her. She felt him step away, and move to pick something up. She had no idea what he was doing until she felt something cold and metallic against her left breast. With one hand he pinched and twisted her nipple. She wanted to cry out, but bit her tongue instead. She tried to breath deeply as he pulled her nipple far away from her body. Then, she felt it. The tight, cold, sharp teeth of the nipple clamp. She was screaming in her head, trying desperately not to thrash about. 

Soon the immediate pain subsided a little, only to be replaced by the same pain on her right side. She held her eyes closed tightly, and could see the flashes of pain behind her eyelids. Then something new. 

He attached a chain to one clamp, but instead of attaching the other side in front of her body, he pulled it behind her, and attached it. The chain rested on her back. He tugged on it like the reign of a horse. She wished she could cry out or whinny. He tugged a few times, to see if she would be a good girl and stay silent. She did, and it took everything in her being to do so.

“Ah, so you are suddenly obeying the rules?” He asked.

She held her eyes tightly shut. Through the pain she felt her wetness drip onto her legs. He saw it too.

“See....you are Daddy’s little slut.” He hissed. “Do you see how wet you get for me?”

She didn’t dare respond. His fingers flirted with her wetness below; touching her, caressing her. She wanted to moan with pleasure, but swallowed her sound. One thick finger entered into her, pumping in and out slowly.

“See how slick you get? See how easy it is for me to enter you. Your body wants to be a wet hole for me. You want to be my slut. MY cunt. Even if you say ‘no’ your body betrays you.” He whispered in her ear. 

His finger continues to pump her, and then he adds another. As his two fingers work her pussy, he pulls gently on the chain. Her back arches slightly, but she knows she can’t move far. Just as she begins to feel the pleasure of his fingers build up, his hand leaves her cunt. She almost moans in disappointment, but stays silent.

He moves again quietly behind her back, and she feels something over her face. It is a blindfold. Now even if she dared open her eyes, she’d see nothing. Then, suddenly, he moves to her ears, placing something in each. Ear plugs. Now she cannot hear anything but her heart pounding madly, and the blood rushing through her veins. She knows she has to trust him completely.

She cannot hear the whistle of the whip in the air, and as it strikes her ass, she jumps. She didn’t mean to move, but it caught her completely off guard. She cried out, inadvertently. Immediately she knows she has made a devastating mistake.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to....” She cries.

She hears nothing, and sees nothing in return, but feels her mouth being pried open, and a ball gag fastened firmly in place. The only senses she has left are smell, and touch. 

Again the whip strikes her ass. She braces herself for more, counting in her head, because she cannot count out loud for him. He whips her again and again. Sometimes the whip strikes her ass, sometimes it falls on her spread thighs, sometimes on her back, and in the most painful moments - he whips her bare pussy. Tears fall from her eyes and soak the blindfold. Her nose is running, and she can barely breath through it and the ball gag. She tries not to panic, as she gasps for air. 

He continues to strike her. Every time the whip falls on her pussy she can’t help but shift, or move her hands slightly on the bedspread. Her hands have moved forward slightly so many times she is almost flat against it. She can feel the material of the bed spread on her brutally clamped nipples. Then he yanks on the chain. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to fucking move? What is so hard about that slut?” He growls. She cannot hear his words...only a mumble through the ear plugs.

But, he pulls hard on the chain connecting her nipples...forcing her up, back to her position....bent over, chest high above the bed. And she knows what he must have been saying.

He holds the chain, pulling toward himself, as he strikes her pussy lips. 

“This is for moving cunt!”

He whips her pussy hard, pulling on the chain attached to the evil teeth in her nipples. She can’t help but cry out around the gag. She forgets his rules, and cries loudly - screaming.

Her pussy feels raw. Her ass, legs and back are on fire. She can feel the welts raising.

And suddenly, he stops. The chain is dropped against her back. The whipping has halted. She feels relieved for a moment. There is no movement behind her. She cannot see anything. She cannot hear anything but her heart pounding furiously, and her lungs gasping for breath. Her face is wet with tears and snot. She hopes he is not watching her in this state; her panic, her pain, and her cunt dripping with need. 

Minutes pass. 

“What is going on?” she wonders. She wishes he would just finish with her punishment, and then hold her and comfort her like he always does. 

She begins to calm herself. Her body is still on fire, but no longer being abused. The tears start to dry, and slowly she can breath again. She breaths deeply, thinking surely her punishment is finally over.

Then without warning, she feels him against her ass. His hard thick cock pressing into her. And suddenly he rams her with all his force. She screams with all her might, around the gag. Her ass is dry, and he is ripping into her. He pounds her furiously, and wraps the chain around his hand with her long hair, ripping her head back. With his free hand he rips out one of the ear plugs. 

She is screaming loudly around the gag. 

“Next time I ask for you nicely, I may treat you as my baby girl, not as the slut you are now. REMEMBER THAT BITCH!”

He pounds her ferociously, ripping her in to. She cannot cry anymore, her tears have all been shed. She tries not to think about the pain, but the pleasure she is giving her Daddy. And though she is not to move, she wants to please him. So she bucks against him. Pounding him nearly as hard as he is pounding her. 

As he holds her hair and the chain, he bends over and bites her neck hard. She screams....and feels his cock tighten...she knows he will cum soon. She pumps harder.

And as his balls begin to tighten and spew he yells “I OWN you cunt, DO NOT forget it.”

He cums hard in her ass. He loosens his grip on her hair and the chain, and she falls panting against the bed....

After, he pulls out of her ass and smacks it roughly. He doesn’t say a word. And leaves her tied to the bed, her body still on fire.

“He left me!.” She thought. “He didn’t untie me and tend to my pain. He didn’t cuddle me and hold me after! He didn’t tell me how much he loves me!” 

Then slowly she realizes - this is her punishment.



Daddy's Girl



My fate was decided when I decided to go off to college in another city. My mother was too paranoid to allow me to stay in a dorm room five states away, so she called my father on the phone and arranged for me to stay with him while I was in school. 

I had not seen him in eight years and I expected that he would vehemently refuse, but he disappointed me on that point too. He had talked to me as my mother looked on and told me how much he had missed me and that he was really looking forward to my coming to stay with him. I wanted to ask him why, if he had missed me, he rarely called and never came down to Baltimore to see me, but I couldn't with my mother standing there staring at me and listening.

That was in my mind as the plane landed, leaving an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, and the signs came on as we were herded like cattle out of the pen. When I went through the terminal, the first person I saw on the other end was my father in a nice pen striped suit. 

He was slim with slightly graying hair and he had a cool smile attached to his lips. He looked very different from the man with the beer belly who came home every night only to yell at anyone, and anything, that got in his way. I moved to him quickly and when our eyes locked he smiled widely and suddenly ran towards me. He the hugged me so tight around the waist that he picked me up. When he put me down, I was smiling despite myself.

"Daddy, you look different," I told him.

He smiled and did a dramatic turn for me. "Do you like the changes I've made, pumpkin?" he asked as a struck a pose.

I laughed and clapped my hands at his antics. "I like the changes very much, I just hope they go more than skin deep."

My father, suddenly serious, looked me in the eyes. "I have changed a lot, Brittany, and I think you are going to like all the changes my therapist and I have worked hard on these past eight years."

I nodded. "Well, in that case, Daddy, I think I want to see my new home now," I told him.

He smiled again, held out his arm to me, and when I slipped my arm into his he escorted me to the baggage claim. I was laughing all the way and all the thoughts of him not coming to see me and my mother staring at me flew out of my head. We picked up my few bags and as I pulled the strap of my pink tot bag over my shoulder, by father feigned pain when he picked up the two suitcases. 

I laughed again and when he was done goofing around, we walked out of the airport and into the parking lot where he headed for a black Oldsmobile. It was a nice car, but what I was really looking at was the redheaded woman who was in the passenger seat. My father opened the door for me to get into the back seat and proceeded to stow my bags in the trunk with no explanation. I climbed into the seat and arranged my skirt around me.

"Nice to meet you, Brittany," the woman said as she turned around.

She had an annoyingly high voice and I barely wanted to answer, but I also did not want to be rude. "Nice to meet you too, Ma'am, though I have no idea who you are," I told her.

"Your father must have told you all about me, I'm Rachel, his fiancée," she insisted.

"He never told me he was engaged," I admitted.

She pouted and turned back around. I looked back at my father, who had just shut the trunk and was walking back to the driver's seat. When he sat down, he pulled the door closed and leaned over to kiss Rachel on the cheek. She flinched, but she allowed him to do it. "What's wrong, honey?"

"Your daughter has never heard of me," she whined.

"I'm sorry, honey, I must have forgotten," he explained.

Rachel continued to pout, but instead of trying to make her happy my father shook his head and started the car. I smiled to myself at my father's nonchalance as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto an almost empty street. It was a long drive to my father's house and somewhere along the drive I must have leaned back and dozed off. 

I didn't remember doing that, but I must have because the next thing I remembered was my father shaking me awake in the darkened garage of his house. I sat up groggily and guessed that Rachel had already gone into the house since I was alone with my smiling father. His smile brightened as I stopped yawning and smiled back at him.

"I was tempted to let you sleep forever, pumpkin, you look just like a little angel when you sleep," he told me as he mussed my short hair.

I laughed. "A perfect Angel?" I asked as I climbed off the seat only to jump into my father's waiting arms. "I think I just dived out of heaven," I told him as he put me down in the floor.

"Good thing you kept your wings because now you're in my heaven," he answered without missing a beat.

I slipped my arm through my father's and we walked together through the spacious garage, through an open doorway and into a large, bright kitchen. The kitchen was painted a soft yellow and as my father let my arm go in order to do something on the counter, I thought about my mother saying that a kitchen always looks nice in any shade of yellow. 

The shade she had picked, however, was garish and took far too much away from the dark wood and I had always hated it. My father's colour of choice was more neutral, however, and it read more as a neutral amongst the light cabinets and all the gleaming ceramic surfaces that were spread throughout the room. Even the floor, which was a brown, red, and black pattern of pretty tiles, was pretty and warm in the room. 

I immediately liked the room and slid comfortably into one of the high chairs that stood on the side of the counter that faced the sitting room. My father smiled at me from the other side as he hurriedly made sandwiches for what I supposed would be our lunch. What surprised me was that he had remembered my favorite ingredients when my mother, who saw me everyday, could not. 

He was spreading mustard on top of ham and mozzarella cheese as he prepared to put dill pickles in the shape of a smiley face. He was feeding me one of the pickle slices when Rachel appeared again in a very skimpy bikini and flip-flops. Her body matched her voice. She was tiny everywhere, with dull blue eyes, pale skin and a dopey smile.

"You two catch up now, I'll be in the pool if you need me," she said.

My father barely glanced at her as I chewed on the pickle he had given me, but he nodded his acknowledgement and she flopped on out of the room after flashing me a bright smile. I smiled back, but was more interested in my father.

"How long have you two been engaged?" I asked.

My father looked at me with humour in his eyes. "I've never been engaged to Rachel, pumpkin. Is that what she told you?" he asked.

I nodded. "Well, if you're not engaged then how long have you been with the Barbie doll?" I asked and immediately wished I could take the words back. 

Surprisingly, my father laughed. "I've been with her three years and sometimes I slip up and call her Barbie myself. That's why she dyed her hair that horrible red in the first place," he admitted.

I laughed then too. "I can't believe you remembered how to make my favorite sandwich when even Mama forgets on the regular."

"I can't forget anything about you, pumpkin. I wasn't around for so long that I had to create a permanent picture of you in my mind," he told me as he slid in the chair beside me and handed me one of the sandwiches.

"I'm really glad you aren't engaged to that Barbie doll out there, Daddy," I said as I bit into my sandwich. "I mean, she is Mama's opposite with her deep voice, serious demeanor and all her curves, but I don't see why she should appeal to you."

My father was silent.

I peeked at him and put my sandwich down. "I'm sorry, am I getting too personal with that?" I asked with apologetic eyes.

My father shook his head though he didn't look too sure. "Its just that I'm not even sure why Rachel appeals to me. I mean, she's clingy and flighty, and prone to fly into jealous rages at the slightest provocation."

"Perhaps you were attracted to that because Mama would not fight for you and simply left you alone to deal with your problems as she raised me," I said seriously.

"I was the one who left," he answered without looking at me.

"That's not what I meant," I tried to explain. "I meant that Mama had given up on you and that Barbie doll probably won't leave you hanging like that no matter what you do."

My father was staring at me then. "When did you become so analytical when it comes to relationships?" he asked me with a strange look in his eye.

I shrugged as I began munching again. "Some things about your little girl have remained the same, but a lot about me has changed and mutated to create the woman you see before you," I said.

He laughed and I was glad because that look he had been giving me was a disturbing one. "Will you still allow me to call you pumpkin, my little girl turned insightful woman?"

"Of course!" I cried. "It makes me feel like I'm home."

"You are home, pumpkin," my father told me as he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a squeeze. When he let me go, we went on with a very delightful lunch and we had been done for an hour when Rachel finally came back in.

***

Later that same night, I was in my new room admiring all the things that my father knew I would love. There was a huge bed, a pretty cherry armoire despite the walk in closet that would hold all of my clothes, cinnamon coloured walls, a very high ceiling, and a window seat on one side of the bed. 

The room smelled of peppermint and vanilla and I was in love with it as soon as I walked into it. I had already had dinner and I had even taken a bath in the huge, claw-footed tub that was in my own private bathroom. My own private bathroom! 

I was walking around in the room with my bathrobe on, admiring all the pretty things in the room, when I noticed the full length mirror tucked into a corner by the head of the queen sized bed. I walked over to it, took off my robe and began going over again all the things about my body that had changed since I had been my father's little girl. 

My skin was the same chocolate shade that it had been since I was born, but I had developed round hips that tapered down to slim legs, a slightly round stomach, and very large and round breasts. My feet and hands were still rather small and of course my eyes were the same unless you looked at them closely. They were large and such a dark brown that they almost looked black with perfectly arched brows and barely noticeable lashes. 

I winked at myself as I turned around with the robe still clinging to my gently muscled arms. I lowered it a bit as I glanced over my shoulder and caught a quick glimpse of my rounded behind. I was so engaged when the door opened and my father came partially in only to cover his eyes.

"I'm sorry, pumpkin, I just wanted to give you your milk," he said nervously as he brandished the glass in front of him.

I quickly pulled my robe back on as I tried not to laugh. I was a bit embarrassed, but my father looked as if he had never seen a woman naked and I found that pretty funny. I tied it closed. "Its safe to look now," I said calmly.

He uncovered his eyes slowly and peeked at me. When he saw me covered in terrycloth, he exhaled and relaxed somewhat. "I'm going to have to remember to knock," he said. "I'm so sorry, pumpkin," he reiterated as if I hadn't believed him.

"Its alright," I assured him. "Honest mistake," I said as I took the milk from him and sipped it. It was warm and I smiled.

"I remember you could never get to sleep without a glass of warm milk," he said softly as he looked at me with a shy smile.

"Its still true," I said to him as I took another sip. "If you come back in fifteen minutes you can tuck me in."

He smiled then and relaxed completely. He hugged me for the third time that day, but held me longer than the previous times and I enjoyed it because I had a nose full of what smelled like a mixture of crushed flowers and pickles. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes, pumpkin," he promised when he let me go.

He left the room then and when I heard the door snap shut, I put the glass on the nightstand and pulled off my robe again. I glanced in the mirror again and looked down at when my thighs and stomach framed perfectly. My pussy looked like a large mound of curling black hair because of the way I was standing, but it was shaped like a perfect 'y'. 

I stopped looking at that bit and pulled on a nightgown that my mother had given me for my eighteenth birthday and slipped under the cozy blankets that had been piled on my bed. I had so much room in the bed, despite my rounded features, that I could stretch completely out and not have any of my limbs touch empty air. 

I was in heaven, and sipping my warm milk, when I heard footsteps and them a snap as the door opened. 

My father peeked in cautiously first and them came walking back into the room that I would be calling my own for at least four years. He had changed his own clothes into a pair of black, silky looking pajama pants and a plaid top of the same fabric. His feet were bare and his dark skin appeared to be shinning as he smiled brightly at me and the fact that I had given him permission to tuck me in. 

He walked over to the side of the bed that had the mirror and the walk in closet and beamed down on me so brightly that I could have sworn I saw stars in his eyes.

"Would you like me to read you a story?" he asked.

I laughed. "No, daddy, just give me my kiss," I told him.

He leaned over and kissed my forehead gently. "Goodnight, pumpkin my angel," he said when he had straightened my bed sheets and stood up.

"Goodnight, Daddy," I said as I smiled up at him.

Satisfied, my father left my side, turned out the light and shut my door as he slipped into the hallway. I heard his footsteps going down the hall and I was asleep before I could even finish my warm milk.

***

I woke up in the middle of the night, because I was hearing strange sounds. I hear my father groaning and, assuming that he was in some sort of pain, I hurriedly got up and left the room. I rushed down the hall towards the sound, but in the opposite direction of his room and got more scared as it got louder. The dream I had been having, about my father having a conversation with my eight-year-old self about sex, was squeezed out of my head as the urgency of the situation took over. 

I made it to the living room in little time, but found a very different site then the one of my father writhing on the floor and groaning in agony. Instead, his pajamas were in a heap on the floor and he was sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide and his eyes closed while he pulled on his swollen penis.

"Oh, pumpkin," he said clearly between his murmurings.

"God," I let slip before I turned and hurried back down the hall to my room. I was in my room and sitting on the bed Indian style and chewing my newly manicured fingernails when my father came into the room wearing only his pajama pants.

"Are you all right, my angel?" he asked me.

"You were murmuring my name, Daddy," I said incredulously.

My father remained silent.

"Do you call that Barbie doll of yours pumpkin too?"

He shook his head. "Only you," he admitted softly.

I bit my bottom lip. "Then you were fantasizing about me as you masturbated," I said just to make it real.

He sighed as he sat down on my bed. "I was dreaming about you and what I saw when you were looking into the mirror naked," he told me. "I woke up with an erection and I went in the living room to get some relief. I didn't think you could hear me," he said as his eyes begged my forgiveness.

"How was I in your dream?" I asked instead of all the other questions that were buzzing in my head.

My father looked confused then smiled. "You were fantastic."

I nodded, not knowing exactly why I had asked. "Perhaps we had both better get back to sleep," I said numbly.

My father nodded and rose to leave with his eyes averted and his smile gone. "Goodnight, pumpkin," he said.

"No kiss?" I asked.

He froze. He looked at me to make sure I was serious, I guess and when he saw no humour in my eyes he bent over to kiss me. That time, however, he wasn't aiming for my forehead and allowed him to kiss me where he wanted. His kiss landed on my lips and I closed my eyes to feel the very real passion that was hidden in that kiss. 

It wasn't the way a man kissed his child and I recognized it since I was not even half as innocent as my father wanted to believe. The kiss lingered on my lips even after he had pulled away and he stood above me looking at me as I enjoyed the tingling that it had caused. That feeling went through my entire body as I met his searching eyes.

"I think you enjoyed that," he said.

"Didn't you?"

He smiled. "I did, but I'm afraid it has only made me want more of you, pumpkin."

I held my arms out to him. "Take as much as you like."

His smile brightened as he sat back down on the bed, pulled me onto his lap and started kissing me again. His kisses were all intense and hungry as if he had never felt anything akin to what he was feeling at that moment. It made me think that Rachel hadn't been doing her job properly and it was no longer a mystery why they had been together for three years and still had separate homes. 

For a long time, we just kissed as I felt my father's erection grow beneath me and my pussy became moist from simply thinking about how big I thought it had to be. I wanted to look very badly, but my father wouldn't let me go as his large hands caressed me slowly. I moved my hips so that my rounded ass rubbed against his erection and though I felt him get harder, he pulled his lips away from mine and he stopped touching me.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

My father looked at me strangely. "Are you a virgin, pumpkin?"

"No," I admitted as I averted my eyes.

He rubbed the skin underneath my hairline, knowing that that always relaxed me. "Did you enjoy your first time?"

"No," I said again as I looked back up at him. 

"What was wrong with it?"

"He was too rough," I told him.

My father nodded. "He didn't know how to treat a virgin," he concluded as he gave me a quick but deep kiss on my lips. "You have a chance to feel a real man now, do you want to take it, pumpkin?"

I nodded eagerly though no sound would come out of my mouth.

My father smiled with a wicked look in his eyes. "Lay down," he ordered.

I did as I was told.

"Now just close your eyes and enjoy," he said softly.

I did that too and I felt his warm hands pulling my thin gown up even as he pushed my legs apart. When my gown was up around my waist, he stopped pushing it and I felt him kissing my thighs as his long fingers played a bit with the hair on my pussy. His tongue was playing around with the hair as his middle finger pushed its way inside me slowly. 

I groaned and I could hear him laugh against me as he removed the finger and removed his mouth from down there. I opened my eyes to witness him sucking on his fingers and moaning out his pleasure at the taste of my cum. He smiled when he saw me looking at him and that made me even wetter.

After that, he moved back down and started to lick my pussy very slowly as he tried to swallow the cum that had already built up. He was sucking at the cum and making me shiver as his tongue slipped in and out of my pussy. When he was done sucking, he spent a long time kissing different parts of my pussy and even that made me shiver. After a lot of kissing, he licked at my pussy very quickly and began sucking on it gently. 

It was fantastic to me and I came very quickly after that but he kept me from closing my legs so much that I would push him out with his hands. Even as I came off that very first high, his tongue was pushing deeper inside me and he took his finger and rubbed at my throbbing clit. He was moaning against me and before long I was cumming again and I screamed.




Daddy's Girl



I was still coming off of that one when my father lifted his head and smiled at me as he licked my honey off of his face happily. Without a word, he pulled me up to a sitting position and pulled my gown off over my head, mussing my hair. He smoothed my hair down and was still caressing my face when he gave me a sweet lingering kiss. 

I was shocked that he was so passionate when all my mother could talk about was how cold he was towards her even very shortly after they were married. He was still smiling when he pulled away from me, so doubted that he was thinking of anything other than me as he slid away from me to take his pants off.

He was huge. I'm sure my eyes got wide because my father started laughing. "Don't faint on me now, pumpkin," he said.

"I won't, Daddy, but its so big."

He raised his eyebrows. "Your friend wasn't small, was he?"

"Compared to you, he was," I told him.

He laughed again as he sat down very close to me. "Would you like to touch it, pumpkin?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said as I reached for it. He scooted a little closer to me so I could cup it in my hands and he closed his eyes as I gently rubbed it. "Are you having as much fun as you did in your dream?" I asked.

"Oh, so much more, pumpkin," he answered as he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Lay down," he whispered.

I quickly obeyed his whispered command and stretched myself out and he was on top of me just as quickly. He rubbed his erection on my soaking wet pussy for a few moments as he moaned and smiled to himself at the effect he had on me. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it without even being told, but it was just in time to feel my father take his hand and push himself deep into me. 

I gasped as my eyes popped open and he grunted in response to the walls of my pussy sucking him in deeper. When he started to thrust, I was sure he would hurt me, but he never did and he paused more than once to kiss me. For some reason, I was sure that he was pausing in order to make sure that I was still conscious and I was grateful for the extra attention.

As he slowed down and began to be a bit gentler, I began to enjoy the feeling of him inside me. He moaned more and I matched him as I began to arch my hips in order to fit more of him inside me. That turned him on so much that I swear he growled as he thrusts a bit harder, but no faster. 

I laughed at the sound he made and, though I was sure he could not have heard me because it was my own head, he smiled down at me and kept doing what he was doing. He growled again and I was laughing loudly even as I cried and shivered at the intensity of my coming orgasm. I screamed and he moaned louder than me as I came and not long after that he pulled his throbbing member out of me with a determined look on his face.

"Suck it, I want to cum in your mouth, pumpkin," he told me.

I got up quickly despite the fact that I was still reeling from my own orgasm and pulled him into my mouth. It was really throbbing and he was looking at me as if he would burst at any moment and that look made me greedy to taste his cum. I pulled him into my mouth slowly, inch by inch and licked the tip of his cock gently as I tasted myself on top of what I thought was his precum. I moaned in pleasure at the taste and he bit his lip as he watched me for my eyes never left his. 

I sucked more of him past my lips and ran my fingers gently over the small bit of his shaft that was left out. As I watched, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a moan that was half cry and half moan. It wasn't long after that that he exploded in my mouth and I drank every last drop of his salty tasting liquid. After that, my father and I lay down in each other's arms and fell asleep with smiles on our faces.

* * *

The next morning, I awoke a little exhausted, but happy. My father had already risen, but I was in no hurry to get up from the place where I had experienced a heaven I hadn't known existed. I heard my father's voice laughing from the living room where I had found him masturbating with me in his fantasies and I sat up. 

Naked, I left the room and walked towards his voice and encountered him on the phone with someone. He smiled appreciatively at me as I did a spin for him the way he did for me in the airport and I took a bow. My father was then laughing again and the sound made me smile happily. He then handed me the phone and I said hello to my mother.

"Hello?"

"Hello, little darling," my mother's deep voice greeted. "How was your flight?"

"It was fine, I got a little queasy, but I survived it," I answered as my father sat down and opened his robe, he was naked underneath.

"And how was your first night without Mama?" she inquired.

My father was erect again and he began rubbing his engorged cock right there at the kitchen counter. "It was nice, Mama," I said into the phone as I hoped my gasps didn't make it into the phone. "I think I might really like living here," I said and meant it with all my heart, soul and body.

"That's good to hear, honey," my mother told me as I sat down to watch my father masturbate while licking his thick lips for my benefit.



Daddy's Girl



Getting home late is not a good idea at my home. If I get home after daddy he gets mad. So when I saw his car in the drive my only hope was that he was in bed already, (Not likely).

As soon as I opened the door I was sure He was up, the living room lights were on.

”J.J. is that you?”

“Yes daddy it’s me.” Like it would be anyone else? (Please don’t make me come in there, my clothes are a mess.)

“Where have you been this late?”

“Just out with some friend’s, daddy.” (Well 1 good friend.)

“What type of friends keeps you out until 2:30 in the morning?” “You been out with some guy who was trying to get in your pants again I bet.”

(Trying hell no, he did get in.) “No daddy just some girls I know from the club.”

“Bull I went to the club they told me you had left around 11:00 with a dude from the band.”

(I’m going to kill that snitch Cindy.) “No daddy we just went out for a cigarette then I was back in with Judy and the others.” 

“Come in here girl I want an explinatition, as to what you were doing out till this hour of the morning.”

(My greatest fear has come to pass; I knew I looked like I had just been fucked and probably smelled like it as well.) “I’m really tired daddy and I need to use the bathroom.”

“J.J. get your ass in here now.”

(Now I’ve had it) “What can I say I was out with friends and-“

“Shut you’re laying face; you think I’m stupid I saw you with that guy.” “All kiss face and letting him feel your breasts, and playing with your pussy for god sake.”

“NO that wasn’t me it couldn’t have been.” (God please let him be bluffing.)

“Then why is your clothing in such a mess?” 

“Come over here, I want to see more clearly what’s going on.”

I straightened up as best I could standing as tall as I could at 5’10 145# I presented a nice figure when I wanted. My figure was what always got me into trouble at 38 -23- 40 and red hair that came to the middle of my back I turned heads any place I went. My 40 inch inseam didn’t hurt either. 

“You smell like you been freshly fucked girl, Have you?” 

“Oh no daddy I didn’t do anything bad like that we just danced. You know how turned on I get when I do that.”

“Your lying you little bitch. You know how I know that you’re lying your talking.”

“But Daddy I”

“Get over here stand in front of me.”

(OH shit if he smells me close up he’ll know for sure.) “Ah I really do need to pee daddy.”

“Come over here now.”

I go to within 3 feet maybe he won’t be able to tell for sure.

Just then he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. Burying his face in my crotch he takes a big breath. I knew it you have been fucked tonight.

He pulls hard on my arm causing me to fall across his lap. “I told you what would happen if I caught you screwing some stray prick. Now, you pull up your own skirt and uncover that ass to get it spanked.”

“No daddy please, doesn’t.”

“You better or I will and it will be twice as bad a spanking.”

(Maybe if I do as told he won’t do it hard) I pull my skirt up so as to clear my ass. Showing my panties then realizing am wearing a thong which I know he hates saying they are something a whore wears. Oh shit too late.

“What the fuck is this your wearing a thong out to the club, you were planning on finding someone to fuck you weren’t you?”

Before I could answer I felt him raise his hand then felt the first strike.

‘“Ouch... daddy no doesn’t. Please I’m sorry... “

Whack strike two hit its target. Smack 3 rd time hurt like hell swat 4 starts to burn stroke 5 starts to get my juices flowing I cant believe it this spanking is turning me on.

Instead of tears I feel a moan escape my mouth. “AAAhhh goo.” 

Daddy must realize what its doing; this makes him mad he pulls off my thong ripping it as he does. Again the feeling of a hand striking my ass, this time harder than ever before. I’m really getting into this; the pain is almost like a climax with each strike I come closer and closer to getting a climax. 

Daddy stands up dropping me on the floor, “get up you whore, take off those clothes.” 

“Daddy what are you going to do?” 

“Does it now or you will pay twice as bad?”

I stand and remove my skirt exposing my body to him all I have on is the red bra holding my c cup breasts.

“That too.” He demands.

I remove it as he glares at me seeing my freshly shaven pussy he smiles. 

“Turn around and place your hands on the end table.” “Spread those legs.”

“Daddy? What are you?”

“Shut up you slut you were enjoying that spanking too much.” He pulls out the drawer to his desk taking out two clamps for holding paper together. He places one on each of my nipples this hurts like hell then he puts a small chain between them hooking them together. When he pulls on it I feel my clit jump the pain is going straight to it making it come alive I can’t believe that I am getting aroused by the abuse I’m taking.

He unlocks a drawer taking out some strange looking glass items one looks like a small bat but then I realize it has ever larger bulges going up it’s handle he rolls it in his hands then places some liquid on it. 

“This is going to hurt a little but you like that don’t you?”

He places it at the entrance to my ass then slowly inserts it into a place that before today had been an exit only opening. I tighten slightly and he pulls on the chain causing me to gasp.

“AAAhhh fuck daddy put it deeper.” 

“Daddies little whore likes the pain does she?”

“Yes make me hurt till I scream daddy.”

He shoves the rod in deeper. I feel like it is going to tear me in two. Again he pulls on the chain sending blots of electricity to my clit. That thing must be in me 2 inches already and I feel some resistance to taking more but he apple’s more pressure and I feel the inner pressure subside ever so slowly he starts to stroke back and forth making me rock with pleasure. Then suddenly he places a hand on my pussy. Rubbing my clit faster and faster, I come so hard I think I will collapse but he supports me then I feel a second hand place 2 fingers inside my pussy 1 joint then a 2nd moving back and forth then a 3rd going deeper and curling finding that special spot and stroking it making me cum over and over to the point I think I will faint I’m brought back to my scenes when I feel a third hand on my ass. 

As I open my eyes I see daddy is now in front of me and someone has hold of my ass with the rod in me. See I told you she would like that toy. He pulls on the chain and I move forward to take his dick in my mouth. 

“AAAhhh yesss suck it baby daddy is so hot from playing with you.” 

I feel the hand behind me start to stroke and play with my hole again making me cummm over and over the cock in my mouth is so solid and hard growing to about 8 inches I am barely able to take it all in my mouth. 

“Were you able to get all this on tape Cindy? “

“Yes we got all of it.” “David is still taping the rest of it for us unless she wears you out then you can tape while he works on her.”

Cindy gets down between my legs and places her tongue in my snatch sucking the juices that are there out of me.

“You do taste good when mixed with J.J. David, was she a good fuck for you earlier?”

“I really got my rocks off on the way she likes to ride a cock. She does this thing with the inner muscles you’ll have to get her to tell you how to do that.”

“She does a trick with the benwa balls where she places them in herself then keeps relaxing then tightening the muscles to keep them inside her.” daddy say’s.

“She also does a trick when sucking cock placing the head right at the top of the throat and contracting till you come.”

“AAAhhh fuck I’m Cumming.” Daddy shouts 

I feel his prick swell and throb then he sends streams of warm fluid into my mouth making me almost choke but I manage to take it in and swallow almost all of it. I keep a little to swap with Cindy when she finishes with my pussy. 

“Oooohhh shittt that’s great” I shiver and shake from the tongue lashing I have just gotten from Cindy I pull her up to my side and kiss her swapping some of my juices and those from my daddy. 

To be continued.



Daddy's Girl



I arrived home from college that day and found you in the lounge, frowning. You ordered me into the study, and from that look on your face I knew I was in very big trouble. "I have just had a call from a Mrs. Stanford - you know a Michael Stanford?" you asked, taking your seat in that big black chair we have since come to hate so much, and yet at the same time love so well.

"Mickey? Yes daddy, I know Mickey." I just couldn't figure out why you would want to know if I knew Mickey - and what could Mickey's mother have to do with it?

"Michael Stanford, I've heard, is much older than you. Is this true?" Oh daddy, you're using that voice I dread.

"Well, daddy, he is older, but he can't be that old because he goes to college, like me. We see each other there, and sometimes at weekends too... Why?"

"What do you do when you see each other at weekends and at college?"

"Well, daddy, Mickey uses a word I am not allowed to use... anyway, except with him..." I looked down at the floor, not wishing to see anger in your eyes, because I knew it was there somewhere.

"Tell me the word, girl," you ordered, and I knew that if I didn't obey when you used that voice I would really be in deep...

"Mickey says we fuck, daddy," I said, and was surprised that you appeared not to be surprised.

"I had a suspicion that you, my little girl, were not a virgin... How old are you again?"

Of course you knew exactly how old I was, but you were working yourself up. "I was 19 three months ago, daddy."

"And do you believe it is appropriate for a 19 year old girl to fuck an older man?" You were always using big words, hoping I wouldn't understand them, but I knew the meaning of many big words by now - I got to learn them from when you lectured me, and also from college.

"What is wrong with Mickey, daddy?" I couldn't see anything wrong with Mickey as a friend.

"Are you in the habit of removing your panties for all your friends?" you said, leaning back in your chair as you waited for my answer.

"No, daddy, just for Mickey and his friends."

"And why do you take them off in the first place? To fuck, as Mickey would so eloquently say?"

"Well yes, daddy, they'll get in the way otherwise." I couldn't understand why you were making such a fuss over this?

"So when did you begin fucking Mickey? And are you wearing panties right this minute? Just lift your skirt for me to see, little girl."

Oh, he knew. "About a year - maybe a little longer." I shrug. Heck, I hadn't been keeping track of dates; that's what parents are for... I lifted my skirt to show my bare behind, and turned around when you motioned me to do so.

"And just how many people have you fucked, you bad girl?" You already knew the answer to that, from the look in your eyes.

"Mickey has a lot of friends, daddy." It was all I was going to say if I could help it.

"And from that answer can I assume you have fucked all of them?" You do know.

"Well, almost all, daddy." I nodded, still standing with my skirt hiked up... you hadn't told me to let my skirt down and I knew you too well.

"So my little girl is a slut, a whore even." You had a funny little smile on your face like it was good news. "Has anyone called you those names before, little girl?" Now you were really smiling.

"Some of them have... well, most of them I suppose, daddy... They like to, and I don't mind."

"Just those names, or others too?" you asked. Again it was obvious that you already knew, so I didn't know why you were asking, but I knew that if I asked why you would be cross with me and give me a spanking, so I didn't.

"Well, they say bitch, or bitch on heat, or cunt, or cock sucker - mainly those, daddy." Well, you'd asked, and it wasn't my fault I was not supposed to use such language.

"And do you know what those words mean?"

"Yes daddy," I said, and explained to you what each of those words meant.

"I see. Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"Yes daddy, some, but they mostly want my other hole." That is the way I have always said cunt.

"Today, when and where exactly did you get to fuck Michael Stanford, and was he the only one you fucked today?

"Mickey was the 5th person daddy, at lunch time. The other times were on my way to college, and at recess, and at lunch before Mickey," I said truthfully.

"And when did you lose your panties" You knew the answer to that too. "Mickey took them, daddy, but I wasn't wearing them after the first time I fucked someone. Mickey just asked for them, and as they were in my pocket I took them out and gave them to him."

"Well, Mrs. Stanford found those panties and got the whole sordid story from Michael. She didn't sound very pleased with Michael, or with you, little girl. Anyway, Mrs. Stanford has decided to allow me to decide both yours and Michael's punishment. You will be punished tonight, and also perhaps when I punish Michael. These will, of course, not be your only punishment days. Little girl, you do understand me, don't you?"

"Yes daddy." Oh boy did I understand! You were going to make me pay for this for a very long time, the rest of my life if you had your way... and you usually did.

"Well, girl, you had better get out of those clothes, then bend over the desk. I'm going to spank you, and not a sound from you while I do or it will get worse. Understood?"

"Understood, daddy." I was already getting my clothes off as you spoke, since this was your favourite punishment. 

I bent over the desk, my hands above my head, knowing that was where you wanted them, and wanted them to stay while you spanked my bum. I kept my mouth shut, muffling my cries of pain in my arms as you spanked me, hard, several dozen times, then stayed there because you ordered me to, though I didn't know why.

Soon you ordered me to spread my legs as wide as I could, spreading them wider with your own hands when it was not done to your satisfaction. I felt your fingers in my other hole, like I was a man, and you whispered in my ear how you would be doing this every night for a long time, and that I had better begin enjoying it. 

You then added more fingers and told me you were going to fistfuck your little cock-sucking whore. I didn't know what you meant until your hand was all the way inside and it was hurting, and I was asking, begging, you to take it out, take it out. But you just laughed, and said if it hurts, then good, that was part of the punishment. You continued to fistfuck my little hole and soon it didn't hurt as much as it had, and I missed the hurting for some reason I couldn't understand.

I began to get the same feelings that I got when I was all excited - what Mickey had called cumming or something, and I was cumming buckets. You smiled, and fistfucked me more and more, and I came more and more, and you knew I was cumming and you were enjoying it. "You like this, little girl, don't you?" you said, your hand still deep inside me. "Yes, daddy, I like it very much." I knew I had to tell you the truth or you would spank me and hurt me some more, and I didn't really want that just then.

"Well, little girl, every day in future that you fuck your Mickey, or any of his friends, I will be fistfucking you. Do you understand?" you asked, as I came again and again.

"Yes, daddy."

"And every evening you will show me that you are still wearing the panties you were wearing that morning. I will be checking you every morning before you go off to college... you understand?"

"Yes daddy, I understand." And I did, and almost wished I didn't.

"Has anyone fucked you in your bum hole?"

"Um, no daddy. Why would they? Things only go out of my bum hole."

"No, little girl. Things, especially men, can also go into your bum hole - and it appears that I will be the first."

"Um, when, daddy?" I gulped, fearing the worst.

'Now reach back with your hands and spread those pretty little cheeks of yours... wider." I knew I'd have to obey you or you would get angrier and hurt me more, and I didn't want that. 

"Wider, little girl." You undid your belt and I could hear your zip undoing, then the sound of something falling - your trousers. "That's it little girl. Now tell me what you think will happen if you scream." 

"You will spank me and punish me something awful," I replied, and felt something pressing against my bum hole... It hurt terribly, but I remembered in time not to scream, and then, just like the hurt with your fist inside me, the new hurt turned to nice, and I wanted more.

"What did you just say, little girl?"

Heck, did I say that out loud? "Um, I said I want more..."

"More what, little girl?" you ask, continuing to fuck me in the arse.

"Um, um." I didn't know what to say.

"How do you like this, little girl?" you said, starting to spank my arse hard, and not waiting for any answer. "You like the pain, don't you, little girl?"

"Yes daddy, oh yes daddy." I couldn't understand it, how anyone could like pain, hurting pain too?

"Yes, I guessed you were a pain slut from what Mrs. Stanford said."

Huh? You knew? That must be why you fisted me and then fucked my arse. It was the only explanation, and I had a lot to come to grips with. This was strange; I wanted the pain and I didn't. I couldn't explain it to anyone then – not even myself.

"Well, little girl, you are in luck. It just so happens I love giving little girls pain, and watching them love it and beg me for more." You then said something that surprised me. "You are just like your mama, little girl. I was hoping you would be."

Mama likes pain too? Wow, I couldn't get my mind past that as you continued to spank me and fuck my arse, hurting me as I moaned for more, and more.



Daddy's Girl



I looked into the mirror as I brushed my hair. Deep behind the soft, brown eyes was another person with building needs. A person about to embark on a life-changing adventure of incest, sex and, unknown at the time, a love.

* * * * *

It had rained most of the month of April, just as it always seems to do that time of the year in south-central Michigan. The pitter-patter of the steadily falling rain reminded of the my earlier days when I was so much younger than this older woman of twenty-one. Taking a deep breath, I returned to brushing my long, brown hair, happy that it was now the week-end and that my father wouldn't be outside working on some silly piece of farm stuff.

Walking out into the dark kitchen, I found my father sitting at the table sipping on another of far too many cups of coffee. As usual, the only light on was a tiny nightlight offering him the solitude he loved so much. Here, in this dark solitude, I knew he enjoyed be naked as often as he could be. Several times I had peeked from the door of my loft bedroom, spying on him when he was nude, him thinking I was fast asleep.

I smiled to him as I made my way to the cupboard for my own cup, fully aware that his eyes was taking in my body as I moved through the dim light. Far to the southwest, lightning brought an unearthly flash in though the windows. My eyes readjusted to the dark, then glanced at the clock on the stove as I let my cup fill with hot water. A little past nine in the evening.

"You look nice," my father offered as I turned around to witness both his words and the rumble of distant thunder.

"Thank you," I replied, knowing that the skimpy, red nightie showed off more than it hid.

"So what are you're not going out tonight?" He questioned as another flash entered the dark room.

"Nah, would rather keep you company, that is, if you don't mind.""

"Hope I don't bore ya. About all I plan on doing is make out a grocery list."

"I hope I don't bore you too much either," I offered, catching a glimpse of a grin curling up the right corner of his mouth.

"You won't," he chuckled back. Wantta go shopping with me in the morning?"

"Okay. Wantta have a big dinner tomorrow? You know, just you and me."

"Sure, sounds like fun. We can both help and. . . "

"And what?"

"I love you. Do you know that?"

His eyes took me in, stopping at the cleavage that I had arranged for his eyes. A flash of lightning danced over then, his eyes got big with the realization that about the only part of my boobs he couldn't see were my nipples. He looked into my eyes. "I love you too, Babe," he said, his eyes looking deeper into mine for a brief instant before turning to look out the window.

He was interested in more than looking. I could feel it in his stare. Maybe the fact that since my mother left us Dad had not ben with another woman was a part of it. Never-the-less, he had not balked at the skimpy nightgown nor the amount of titty I had shown him.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, letting the bottom of the short gown slide up so he could see enough of the hot, red thong to grab his attention

"Are you okay? I mean, you are acting pretty odd."

"In what way, Daddy?"

"Not like you'd think a daughter would act," he replied with a chuckle as his eyes took in my scantily clad crotch. 

"I juts want you to be happy." I replied with my most teasing voice as, far in the distance, thunder rumbled.

"I think it's more like horny. My God, you sure show off enough."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to upset you." I said meekly, putting my legs together.

"Oh, it's no problem," He replied, looking into my eyes as a flash of lightening lit up the room. "I was wondering what you looked like. Guess I know now."

"You're such a naughty daddy," I laughed back, opening my legs again. "Wonder who will chicken out first."

"You sure have grown a lot since I seen you like this," he said, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it. 

"I remember it. You use to give me back rubs and like that. Remember?"

"How could I ever forget? Your mother pitched a bitch every time."

"Well, I don't care, I liked them."

It was silent for a few minutes as the storm gathered all around us. I could see Dad's eyes take in my crotch from time to time as the ember on the end of his Viceroy cigarette seemed to glow angrily.

"What you thinking?" I asked finally. 

"Oh, nothing much," he replied, looking from me to the window. "Guess I'm not much company tonight."

His voice was different. I was getting to him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, babe."

"I don't think you've been out with a woman since mom. Why is that? Are you. . . Ahh, are you not into women anymore?"

"No, honey, I'm not gay, if that's what you're wondering. Just been so hard keeping this farm going and all."

"Come on," I said taking his hand, "let's go in the front room and sit."

When I had guided dad to the love seat and sat him down, I quickly lit a candle on the fake fireplace before returning to my father. I sat down right beside him, letting my naked right thigh pay against his pant-covered left leg. "Isn't that better now?"

"Ahh, I guess," he replied, the tone of his voice telling me he was more attentive to my stage-setting than he showed.

"You like this?" I asked, pulling the bottom of my outfit up enough for him to get a good view of me.

"Honey, the one thing I ain't interested in right now, is that thing you have own. Christ, you need to stop this or. . ."

"Or what?" I teased, pulling the fabric up ever so slowly as lighting flashed outside. A couple appliances "beeped" and we were without electric.

"Now you went and done it," Dad teased.

"No. Not yet I haven't," I tried to tease back, my fear of storms now growing faster than my lust.

"Well, here, let me help you then," Dad said, taking the nightgown material and guiding it up off my body. 

"I want you," I whispered in words sounding to be more a part of the gathering wind outside the house than my sinful needs of my own father inside this old farm house.

"I've wanted you a long time, Honey," Dad whispered back, tossing the material to the small, glass-topped coffee table, sitting back and pulling me back to him. "For a real long time."

"Really?" I asked, totally shocked with Dad's need mood.

"I think we need to talk. Don't you?"

"Ummm, yes, I guess. You really thought about this with me? Be honest."

"Honey, it runs in the family," he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looking into the fake fire. "I didn't know if you had been bitten by it, but I sure was with you. Guess I should say I am sorry, but I am not."

"Daddy, I don't care about the family. I am like you, I wish they'd just stay away most of the time. Okay, if that is how it is, then all I want to do is enjoy you. Is that bad?"

"God, you're so beautiful," he moaned as the wind hit the side of the house with thundering force. "I have wanted to kiss these for a long time now." He said, bending to me and gently kissing each fully erect nipple.

"Oh, Daddy, I love you," I whispered down as his tongue now played over my nipples.

His hands found my hips, caressing in tune with both his lips and the storm. The storm deep beneath my breasts was now more powerful than the one outside lashing at the pastoral countryside. Ten minutes ago, I felt so in control and not knowing if Dad would even notice, but now I was totally confused as my own father started to prove just how much a man he was.

"God, touch me," I moaned, my right hand pulling his hot lips even closer to my now painfully erect nipples. "Please, never stop."

"I want you," he whispered up, his kisses moving downward over my aching nipples.

"God! Yes, Daddy, kiss me," I half-screamed as his tongue taunted the flesh of my chest in a million ways I could not have even dreamed of.

I never thought the feel of a tongue around my bellybutton would be so wild. He was not taunting me. Making me cry out for more with louder and louder moans.

"You feel so sweet," Daddy mumbled as he licked lower on me, his right hand now playing with the thin swath of thong material just above my trembling hips.

I couldn't think straight as lips, tongue and fingertips tore any inhibitions from me that I might have had. All I wanted now was for him to carry me to his room and, as the strom hid us from all to see, lay me on his bed and make mad, passionate love to me.

"Fuck me, Daddy," I moaned out as if in another world.

He got up, pushed the coffee table over closer to the fake fireplace, pulled a quilt from behind the couch that he used to cover up with in the mornings, and laid it out over the hardwood flooring. I took his hand as he helped me from the love seat. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, my firm breast pushed tight against his bare chest. I could hear his heavy breathing as his hands started pushing my thong down ever so slowly. 

"I want you," Dad whispered into my ear just before his lips touched my neck.

I was speechless. Never before had any man taken the time to make me feel this way. With my thong around my knees, all I could do was stand thee, my arms wrapped around my father's neck, and moan out as he started to show me he was as much a man as he was my father.

I was dizzy with lust when he lowered me to the soft covering. I could see his eyes, lit from the candlelight, as he looked back into mine then, as I listened to the howling winds, he removed the thong, leaving me totally naked before his growing needs.

Standing up, Dad undid his pants, slowly lowering them as if some delicious strip show. Down the pants slide. I soon realized that he did not wear any underwear when his cock popped out from the lowering jeans. My God! For the first time in my life I realized that my father had a cock! Damn! Not only did he have a cock, it was hard. I had to giggle. In all the time I had been wanting him, I had not once put two-and-two together, seemingly fostering some idea that fathers did come equipped with such devises.

"Oh, my God," I moaned, unable to take my eyes off him as he disrobed. "You look good."

"Must be the lack of light in here," he chuckled back, tossing his pants to the love seat, and standing for me to take the sight of my fully naked father in for the first time. 

No! No lack of light. My father's cock was the biggest I had ever seen. Far bigger than the boys I had went to bed with. Yet, even shocked by the size, I wanted him to lay claim to me in any way he wished. "Can I touch it?" I asked, sitting up.

"Get use to it," he said, stepping forward until my fingers wrapped around it.

"Nice," I moaned, feeling up and down the hard shaft.

"Honey, you need to stop that before it doesn't go any further than you getting me off."

"I'm sorry. It just is so big and hard. I never thought. . . "

"Shh," he chuckled, bending down to his knees and lowering my back to the floor.

I had figured he would mount me right then but, to my great surprise, he bent forward and started kissing from nipple to nipple as the fingers of his left hand played up and down my inner thighs, only moving close enough to my wet slit to start driving me crazy.

"Oh, God," I gasped out. "Please, fuck me. Please."

"Don't be in such a hurry," he laughed lightly as he kissed his way down.

My heart beat in my throat as I felt my first set of lips between my legs. Tauntingly he kissed up one side and down the other as his hands slowly moved under my hips.

"Daddy, I want you, please." Then, as he lifted my hips from the floor, and his tongue enter my slit, instantly finding my swollen clit I cried out in total disbelief.

I would tell you that no one had ever done this to me, and they hadn't. Nothing in my life had ever prepared me for the ungodly feeling of a hot, demanding tongue playing over and around my clit. The boys I had been with had either said it was "gross" or something men didn't do, and they were the ones who had no problems demanding I give them "head".

"Oh, Daddy," I gasped out, my fingertips clawing at the rug. "Oh, God, that feels so good."

Faster and faster his tongue worked at my budding need. Deeper and deeper his fingers squeezed into my yielding ass. For the first time I was enjoying sex, and the man I was enjoying it with was my father.

My hands slapped against the rug as my mind exploded. I arched my hips up, pushing my pussy even deeper into his face. Now I couldn't contain myself. Now I was coming unlike I had ever dreamed was possible. I couldn't get enough. I only wanted more and more. No longer was I his daughter, I was now a young woman being taught to let go and enjoy.

I could hear my screams of ecstasy as if the sounds were from far off. I knew the grunts and shouts were from my lips but my mind refused to concentrate on anything other than what I was feeling.

"Wow," Dad said with a whisper when my mind and body had settled down. "You sure cum hard."

"Fuck me," I grunted out, not wanting to talk but to feel that gigantic cock slip into my wet depths.

I quickly found out that he was in no hurry to end our first time. I felt fingers entering my hot pussy. Deeper, and deeper they moved then, unlike the fingers before him, he started so wild massage-like movement deep inside me. Instantly my mind was off and running as fingertips made love to my wet needs.

Daddy is so gentle with his fingers. I can never get enough of them. That first time was an eye-opener for me to say the least. But, this first time was so unreal with how fantastic it felt. He did not hammer in and out of me one time. His fingers simply played against areas I never thought existed. Fingertips are amazing and, this first time, they brought a demented, little girl feeling over me.

"Daddy, please, don't stop. God, I want to be you little girl so bad."

"You are, honey," he replied softly, the fingertips of his other hand touching my erect left nipple as I gasped out to the feeling of being touched in two places.

From nipple to nipple, Daddy played with his little girl's tits as I gasped and moaned, climbing upwards to my next climax. He had no intentions of moving along too fast, making it even wilder as he kept me building towards my next climax. His fingers taunted and teased inside me, his other fingers on my nipples fulfilling any lusty feelings my pussy was giving me. Slowly he brought me up to an even greater explosion of wet feelings and hot, wet juices.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" I screamed as the storms lightning seemed to invade both the room and my mind. "God, please, Daddy, I'm yours."

This climax didn't feel like the first one, it kept building and building as I moaned and thrashed about. His fingers moved more demandingly now, keeping pace with my growing lusty needs. Higher and higher I went, my hips now thrusting out against his hand. Deeper and deeper he seemed to enter me until, with a loud screeching, I exploded in a blinding cascade of my own emotions.

I was still wrapped up in my emotions when I looked up to see Daddy posed over me, our faces not more than a foot or two apart. "You want it all?" He questioned, rubbing his hard cock up and down over my slit, making sure it played over my aching clit as well.

"Please, I want you."

"You put it where you want it, hon," he replied with a knowing smile.

My fingers shook as I grasped onto his swollen cock. It still felt huge as I guided it into my pussy. "Oh, that feels so good," I moaned as he started entering me deeper.

I was surprised to feel a tinge of pain at his entry, but the pain only made me want him more and more. Inch by inch he inserted himself as I felt his shaft as long as I could. Suddenly, as I pulled my hand back, he was fully in me. 

"Yes," I moaned, lifting my hips a little to get all of him in me that I could.

"Who's little girl are you?" Dad questioned down to me as he slowly slid back.

"Yours," I whimpered, feeling every bit his little girl that he seemed to want.

"Always?"

"Oh, yes Daddy. Always."

"Honey, its been a long time, and you sure are tight. I don't think I'll last too long. Sorry."

"Fuck me," I replied as waves of heat seemed to emanate from my pussy.

Daddy was soon into fucking me. He had tried to keep it even-paced but, before we knew it, he was fucking me hard and deep. I was totally shocked at the sounds he made. From deep moans he progressed to animal-like grunts then, as he pushed himself back up he looked down at me. "Watch this," he moaned, pulling his now throbbing cock from in me.

I looked down between his legs, watching his hand moved up and down the taunt cock until, with a loud grunt, his semen shot out onto the hot flesh of my chest. Once. Twice. Three or more times, the hot liquid spewed from him. I had wanted to feel him let go deep inside me, but this was well worth the wait.

My fingers ran through his cum as he put a hand on either side of me, his face only inches from mine as he held his eyes closed.

My fingers played in his juices as I looked up to this most forbidden of men. Around over my chest, especially my still erect nipples, I played in love juices as he looked down to me.

"You okay?" he whispered down hoarsely.

"God, yes," I whispered back, running my cum-covered fingertips down the side of his face. "You okay?"

"I've wanted you for a long time. You know that?" He said, moving over onto his left side, and kissing my on the forehead.

"It doesn't stop here. Okay?" I moaned out, looking down at his rapidly fading erection.

"No, I sure hope not, he said, rolling onto his back.

One of the last discoveries I made that night was the delightful feeling of a cock wore out by sex.

"Oh, look," I giggled, holding the limp member in my hand, "isn't he so cute?"

Daddy turned his head and gave me a mock serious look. "You women! You want it hard then, after you are done, think it is cute."

"Oh, hush," I giggled, playing with his cock. "You love it and you know it."

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Daddy's Girl



I got home from school and the rain had soaked through my uniform making my plaid skirt stick to my legs and my white blouse cling to my chest. I was drenched and I was miserable. I got home and caught a glimpse of myself... what a sight. My nipples were clearly visible and my makeup was running down my face... what a day for a so-called sun shower. Sun shower my ass...the skies opened up and poured half a lake on me just as I was coming up the street. 

I started upstairs and I heard something in the den. I couldn't quite make out what it was. It sounded muffled. I didn't think anyone was home yet. I had gotten out of school early and no one was usually home before four. It was only 12:30. I listened for a minute and heard it again. It was probably just the cat trying to fish the damn guppies out of the tank again. I started down the stairs to scare the cat off but when I got to the door I heard my father's voice. That was odd. He shouldn't be home for hours yet. 

Ever since my mother left a few years ago he'd tried so hard to make everything right. I don't even think he really dated much. There was never any women calling him or stopping over. I was kind of thankful for that I guess. I had him all to myself. I liked the attention... who wouldn't? But what would daddy do after I left? I just had my 18th birthday and I would be heading off to college in the fall. Poor thing. I worried an awful lot about him. I decided to see if he wanted to go out to lunch and spend the day together since he got home early. 

I opened the door, forgetting how I looked and saw daddy sitting at his desk on the phone. Sounded like a business call. He hadn't looked up yet so I walked over next to him and waited. I loved the smell of his cologne and the sound of his voice when he was being serious. It made me giggle. He looked up and smiled and then he all of a sudden he just stopped. I was kind of scared I didn't know what was wrong. I'd never seen him look like that before. Well, that's not exactly true, I saw him look at my mother that way years ago. I backed away, startled. He seemed to come back to himself and finished on the phone and then looked at me again. 

Hi daddy, I got out early today. I thought we could spend some time together. He stood up and he still hadn't said anything. I racked my brain thinking of what I could've possibly done to make him upset. I started to stutter something and he put up his hand. I stopped immediately. He moved behind me and I could feel his breathe on my neck. I could feel his hands on my shoulders and I was having the strangest feelings. I was scared and completely unsure of what was happening but at the same time I was excited. This was so strange. I was aware of him behind me with his hands on my shoulders and his heavy breathe on my neck and I could feel my own breathing quicken and my nipples start to get hard. How bizarre this all was. I wanted to just shrug it off and make a joke or something, but a part of me wanted to wait and see what was going to happen next.

It seemed like forever, but knew I had only been in the room for a minute or two. It was so strange. Daddy turned me towards the mirror, still standing behind me. I saw myself and almost died. My clothes were still all stuck to me and my hair was soaked. My make-up was running down my face. I was a wet mess. You could see my skimpy little bra and my tits under it perfectly. I was about to react when he spoke. He was looking at me in the mirror and he told me I looked beautiful. My nipples hurt they were so hard. He was almost whispering in my ear. I felt like I was dreaming. I had dreamt about him before, that was normal right? All girls think about their fathers that way at some point. Don't they? I was imagining this. It wasn't real. I looked at him in the mirror and saw his blue eyes staring over my body. He was rubbing my shoulders. He was still speaking. He said I looked so much like my mother; my hair, my eyes, my lip, my body. It was true I had seen many pictures of my mother. We looked practically like twins. Even my grandparents said so. 

His words changed. He got bolder. He asked me how I liked it when one of my boyfriends touched me. I still didn't say anything. I just watched his hands as they touched the wetness of my shirt and traveled down over my breasts. Tracing the outline of my nipples. I opened my mouth to protest. This was crazy. But only a moan escaped my lips as he pinched my nipples through my shirt. He smiled at me in the mirror. He asked me if Charlie ever touched me like that. I nodded. You like it don't you... he taunted in my ear as he pinched them again and I moaned when I said yes. What else? What else does he do to you Anna? Tell me. He spoke in that tone of authority. The one that leaves no room for doubt that he is in control. 

He touches me... Where Anna? Where do you like to be touched? My.... I didn't want to say it...he knew that. Say it Anna. Tell me where Charlie touches you to make you feel good. My pussy daddy, Charlie touches my pussy. Good girl, he said. You like talking dirty don't you Anna? My wet shirt was open and around my shoulders. My bra was pushed under my tits making them stand out even further than they normally do. He was holding them and caressing them and pinching my nipples and pulling on them. My head rolled back onto his shoulder as one of his hand worked under my skirt. Ask me Anna. Ask me to touch your hot wet little pussy. His fingers were hooked in the band of my little white cotton panties. Just waiting for me to speak. He was kissing my neck and pinching my nipples. I was watching in the mirror and I could feel the wetness between my legs. 

I couldn't bear it. I had had this feeling with Charlie and a few other boys at parties and things, but nothing like this. It was so much more intense. I just didn't care anymore that I knew this was wrong. I wanted him to touch me and make me cum. I needed it. Daddy, please. Please, what Anna. Daddy touch my pussy...make me cum...please. His fingers moved downward. He moved over my mound and felt the wetness and called me his good little girl. I exploded almost immediately. I was leaning fully against him and rocking my pussy hard into his hand. His fingers were up inside of me. Never had I cum so hard before. He was asking me if I was daddy's slut while he fucked me harder with his fingers. Yes, daddy, yes. I'm yours. In the midst of my orgasm somewhere he had freed his cock and I felt it against my ass. Hard and ready. He pulled aside my panties and pushed his cock up into me. Wave after wave hit me. He leaned me over the edge of the couch and fucked me. He rocked out almost to edge and then buried deep into my tight pussy over and over again. Fuck me daddy...fuck me harder please. He grabbed my hair and kissed my neck. Good little slut. Fuck your daddy. I was moving with him, meeting every thrust. 

He pulled out and laid me across the big old coffee table my grandfather had made years and years ago. He opened my legs and rubbed his fingers over my clit and up into me again and again. And then I felt his tongue circling my clit and tasting me, taking his time. Thoroughly exploring me... his daughter. I grabbed his hair and couldn't hold back a scream as he licked and sucked at me. His finger found my ass and pumped in and out as his tongue dived deep into my pussy. Oh daddy...please don't stop. My back arched up and I came over his face and fingers and grandpa's old table.

He stood and pulled me up to sitting on the table. Show me what a good little slut you are. Yes daddy. I knelt in front of him and licked the head of his cock...tasting me on him. I looked to the side and could see myself in the mirror; kneeling before him with my skirt half lifted around my ass and my little black shoes and white socks, but my shirt and bra gone. He was watching too. Stroking my hair. I looked up at him and took his cock in my mouth while I cradled his balls in my hand. I swirled my tongue under his cock and then sucked his balls. Licking and kissing them and then taking his cock into my mouth again. His head was back now and he was fucking my throat. He looked down at me told what a good little girl I was. His little slut. Daddy's little slut. I was stroking his cock and sucking it in and he started to cum. He came on my face and tits and wiped his cock over my lips so I could taste him. 

After that day I was a little sad when I thought about leaving for college in the fall. But maybe, just maybe daddy would visit me every now and then...



Daddy's Girl



"There. That bloody thing's done!" 

Rob threw down the pen, having put in the last figures. Leaning back in his chair, he yawned mightily , flexing his arms over his head. He needed a workout, he mused as he stretched his muscles. For an accountant he was in remarkably good shape. 

Although 50, his stomach was flat, his arms well muscled and his hair was as thick and unruly as when he was 20. He refused to submit to the stereotypical accountant persona – and as a result, spent 4 sweaty, hard evenings a week in the gym.

The banker's light on his desk cast a warm glow on the paperwork he had just finished. Dusk was creeping in on cat's feet, casting shadows outside the window, while tendrils of waning sunlight sent fingers of illumination, motes of dust dancing in the air, picking out the oxblood red of the couch which stood in front of the dormant fireplace. Bookcases lined every available space, floor to ceiling, oak shelves dusty and warm, groaning with the weight of words and scholarship. The floor to ceiling glass doors to the private patio were obscured by heavy curtains, which he had pulled against the stronger light of the afternoon. 

He yawned again, closing his eyes, relieving the strain of making out tiny columns of numbers and dates.

Padding to the doors on bare feet, flagstones cool against his feet he pulled the curtain slightly and looked out, breathing in the soft summer air which wafted through the screen. 

The patio was his private oasis, his way of de-stressing after busy, demanding days. Reached by several jumbled wooden steps down from the main garden, stone walls enclosed on three sides a sweet escape. Morning glories grew in riotous abandon along the nooks and crannies, their tenacious tendrils able to grasp and survive anywhere. Heart shaped leaves and the sweet bloom of the trumpet flours, blue and pink and fuscia softened the tumbled stone while hollyhocks, sunflowers and echinacea filled out overblown but lovely flower beds. Red terra cotta bricks provided a resting place for a comfortably distressed cast iron bench.

He was alone in the house, his wife away, his daughter out on a date. His green eyes softened as he thought of his baby girl – not such a baby now, he thought smiling. Already in third year university, his little girl was going to be 21 soon and her lush figure, piquant face and clever mind ensured she was having a wonderful time. As if his thoughts had conjured her up, he suddenly heard his Aisling's voice just outside the patio doors.

Grinning, he was about to pull open the screen door and greet her when he heard a male voice. Pausing, Rob peeked around, curious to see who she had brought home.

The first thing he saw was the long slender legs of his daughter, her narrow hips snugly encased in a very short tartan kilt. A skimpy tank top barely enclosed her very generous breasts. What made him gasp were the hands which were squeezing and fondling those heavy breasts. 

"Christ." he muttered, mortified and embarrassed. Pulling back carefully, he made sure he was hidden behind the curtain.

It was unlikely anyone could see in. The waning sun reflected off the glass doors which were further obscured by the heavy curtains.

Despite himself, Rob peeked around to see what Aisling was doing. Given the sensual nature of he and his wife both – he knew that it was a pretty foregone conclusion that Aisling had an active sex life. And while he didn't morally have an issue with that, it left him uncomfortable. His wife, who was pragmatic about most things, said it was just because it was HIS little girl.

And now there she was.

HIS little girl with some guy's hands all over those delectable breasts! He admitted to himself as he reluctantly felt a prickling of envy, that he had had some very unfatherly thoughts about those pretty breasts before. He had chastised himself each time he caught himself eyeing those heavy orbs, but at the same time realized he was only human and Aisling had a definite penchant for displaying those breasts as much as possible.

Rob's mouth felt extremely dry as peeking around, he saw the man's hands had now pushed the tank up and the pale skinned heavy breasts were now free of any restraint. Rob felt his jaw fall open. He had imagined (he admitted to himself rather ashamedly) what those breasts would look like naked but the reality was overwhelming.

Large and full, they hung heavy, jutting from her chest, firm and buoyant. Her nipples were a dark brown, with large areoles. The tips were swollen and hard, extended like little thumbs from a breathtaking tilted expanse of pale flesh. 

He watched, fascinated as the boy leaned down and began to lap at the sweet morsel of flesh he cupped in his hand.

Aisling groaned, her slender hand coming up to cup the head now suckling eagerly at the breast. Rob watched as she cupped her own breast, pushing the nipple further into the eager mouth. He heard the boy's harsh breathing through the screen, the suckling sound of his wet hot mouth on his child's heavy breast. 

Unaware, Rob's own breathing was coming faster. He watched, enraptured as his daughter, giggling pulled her breast from the boy's mouth. Dropping to her knees, he saw her fumble at the boy's pants. 

The sound of a zipper was crystal clear in the quiet of the evening. Rob watched as the boy's painfully stiff cock suddenly sprung out. From his vantage point he could see that it was impressively thick, the head spongy and a deep rose, drooling clear viscous fluid from its tip.

Aisling leaned over and opening her sweet mouth sank down onto the cock. Rob gasped, then caught himself. He was helpless. Unable to stop himself, his hand crept down and he cupped his heavy aching erection. Carefully, quietly, he unzipped and let his drooling prick free. 

Slowly, gently, so as not to make any sudden movements that might attract attention, he began to rub his prick up and down its thick, moist shaft, his eyes glued to the unbelievably erotic sight of his daughter sucking cock.

He watched as her head bobbed up and down, the boy's hands tangled now in her flaming curls, urging that sweet mouth closer and deeper. 

A click and a soft light illuminated the darkening garden and Rob suddenly had a far clearer picture of the white shaft, flecked with dark hair appearing and disappearing in the tight bud of her mouth, the sound of her sucking and licking it driving him quite mad.

One of Aisling's hands went to one heavy breast, and Rob stifled a groan as he saw his child cup and fondle the orb, then begin plucking at the delectable stiff nipple. He realized, horrified but unbelievably turned on, that he wanted HIS mouth there, suckling his daughter's breast.

He could see the firm muscled buttocks of the boy flexing and relaxing as he pushed his cock in and out of Aisling's mouth. While he watched, he heard the boy groan, his hands tightening convulsively on the red curls and suddenly he lurched forward, a keening cry renting the quiet of the garden.

Rob gasped as Aisling gasped, tried to pull back. The boy's hands tightened, his buttocks clenching and he saw her cheeks balloon out. 

"Oh Christ, oh Christ." he said under his breath, his hand working frantically at his cock.

He felt like he was going to explode as he realized that the boy was pumping jets of hot cum right down his little girl's throat. He could see it dribbling out the side, drooling rivulets of frothy cum down the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow this unexpected bounty.

It was over before he could take a deep breath. Aisling pulled away, her throat working convulsively as she tried to swallow the mouthful of hot cum. The boy, legs trembling, sat heavily down on the bench, breathing heavily.

Rob was almost in shock. He looked down at his damp palm, smeared and wet with the clear fluid which was literally leaking from the slit at the top of his rock hard prick.

A trilling startled him, and he fumbled at his cock, trying to stuff it back in. Then he realized it was a cell, and listening intently, heard the boy talking to someone. Peeking around, he saw him with the phone to his ear, one hand absently rubbing Aisling's breast. Then, unbelievably (from Rob's perspective) the boy turned to his daughter and very obviously was trying to placate her.

Aisling was furious. He could see by the stiffness in her back which was facing him that she was in one of her full fledged redheaded tempers. She was speaking sharply to the boy. Rob could just catch a few words.

"you ... had ...cum". she said angrily.

"and me?" he heard.

The boy spoke again, placantly. Rob almost giggled – he obviously wasn't that familiar with his flame haired daughter if he thought a few words would suffice.

Suddenly, a sharp crack rent the air. Again, peeking, clutching his still stiff prick, Rob saw the boy turn angrily, a red welt adorning his face.

Aisling stood seething, great breasts heaving. 

As the boy ascended the stairs, she suddenly turned towards the door where Rob stood. Rob suddenly realized that he was standing there with a naked erect prick in his hand, very obviously in a rampant state of sexual excitement and his daughter was coming in!

As her steps came closer, he tried desperately to stuff his drooling cock back into his pants but to no avail. Larger than average, there was no way he could get it back in in the state it was in. 

"Daddy?!"

Aisling stood gape mouthed. There stood her handsome father, his unruly auburn curls so like her own, tousled and wild, a very guilty look on that handsome face and clutched in his big hand, a very impressive, very erect prick.

"Where's your car?" she asked inconsequentially, figuring it was safer than commenting on the sight of her daddy with a stiff cock in his hand.

"In for a tune up." Rob answered, again trying to stuff his stiff prick back in his pants.

"I didn't think anyone was here." she said, weakly, suddenly furiously mortified. 

"I figured I was safer here in your little escape." she offered. 

Aisling's eyes couldn't help focusing on that big delicious prick clutched in daddy's hand. God, it was absolutely yummy. Then she was horrified at herself. Suddenly, she realized WHY it was so rampantly erect.

"You were watching?" she asked incredulously.

Rob felt like he wanted the floor to open and swallow him. His prick, as if sensing his misery, began to wilt and he was able to at least stuff it back in his open zipper.

"I'm really sorry, baby.... I didn't plan it. I actually went to the door to say hey and...." his voice trailed off.

"and down I came with my tits hanging out." she said glumly.

"Sorta." he offered.

Aisling turned and stalking to the couch, plunked herself on it, breasts quivering. She sat, long slender legs akimbo. Rob walked over the chair which was placed at an angle to the couch, and sat down. Despite his best intentions, his eyes were drawn inexorably to his daughter's legs, where legs sprawled, her plump, sweet pussy was clearly visible, the long lips swollen, the line of her thong disappearing between ...

"Did you SEE what that bastard DID?" she asked furiously.

"I give him a frigging blow job that was ONLY supposed to be the beginning. He blows his wad then blows me off!"

Aisling was in the full throes of one of her temper tantrums, her father's transgressions forgotten for the moment as she seethingly brooded on the unfairness of it all.

"I'm SO horny I could SCREAM!" she said angrily.

Rob forgot his prick and moved quickly to the couch. Sitting down, he gathered his little girl into his arms just as he had when she was a little girl and was upset about little girl things. Nestling that sweet ass down against his lap, cuddling her tight to his chest, he turned her head into his shoulder, her sweet breath at his ear.

Aisling sobbed. Rob desperately tried to concentrate on soothing his little girl, but could not help but be aware of the heavy breast now pressing against his arm and the feel of her sweet heart-shaped ass pushing into his still erect prick. 

He was aware too that his baby's sweet breath had the distinct aroma of cum on it and that made him think again of the erotic tableau he had just witnessed. He had seen that boy cum, cum hard and fast and copiously into her sweet mouth. He had watched while she swallowed down all that lovely cum.

He realized that her sobs had quietened and Aisling lay heavy against him. She was, he realized, dreamily rubbing her distended nipple under the thin tank top against his arm. The little vixen suddenly wiggled, rubbing her ass against his groin. He groaned, unable to help himself.

Her voice was low and breathy.

"You like that, daddy? Does it feel good?"

"Oh baby, baby." Rob couldn't answer. 

His cock felt like an iron bar, it was so stiff it was actually painful.

"Daddy, I've never seen your prick before. It's really big, isn't it." said his daughter.

She turned her cum-laden breath against his cheek, then carefully but deliberately she fastened her sweet lips on his. This was not a father/daughter kiss. Rob hesitated, trying to exert some control. His daughter tightened her arms around his neck, pushing her ass harder onto the stiff cock underneath and her tongue, coated and unbelievably sexy invaded his mouth.

Rob gave up. With a sigh, he gathered her and his mouth tightened on hers. His tongue invaded the warm cavern of her mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste his daughter's cum laden breath. His hand reached down and fumbling at her top, pulled up the tank until the heavy globular breast was exposed. Cupping and squeezing, he fondled his daughter's breast. 

As his hand weighed that beautiful heavy weight, his fingers rolling that sweet nipple between his fingers, Rob had a moment of lucidity.

"Aisling, we can't do this." he said desperately.

"Papa, take care of your little girl." she breathed into his mouth, her hands moving down and caressing his chest, and then, insinuating its way between the buttons of his shirt, seeking out the nubs of his own nipples. 

"We're not hurting anyone." she said coaxingly.

Aisling took the strong hand of her father and rubbing her fingers soothingly along its palm, suddenly placed it between her taut thighs. Unbelievably, Rob realized his hand was full of his sweet daughter's swollen, aroused pussy.

Rob was finished. Wrong or not, he was going to have this woman, daughter or not. His experienced fingers moved carefully between the swollen folds of his daughter's cunt until they found her sweet nub, and then, exquisitely gently, he rolled her clit between his fingers. 

Aisling gasped, stiffening as her daddy's fingers did something to her she had never felt before. 

Parting her thighs a little wider she pushed into that delectable hand. 

Rob carefully, gently worked his daughter's stiff clit. She was unbelievably wet, his hand was already soaked with the sweet, sticky juice which was dribbling out of her sweet hole. His big thumb went down and Aisling gasped again as she felt her daddy's thumb suddenly sink to the apex of his hand into her cunt. 

Groaning, she released her dad's lips and leaned into that sweet hand.

Rob pushed her slightly to give him access to her sweet stiff nipple. Lipping it, he lapped at it like a kitten, then sucking it in between experienced lips began to suckle. Aisling squirmed. She had had her tits sucked before but never like this. It was if a cord attached that sucking mouth to her womb. Deep inside, she felt her womb squeeze and contract as the rhythmic sucking on her nipple. Who would have thought her daddy was so talented?

Rob closed his eyes, his mouth full of his daughter's heavy tit, his hand buried in her cunt. Expertly he rolled that sweet clit, pushing his thumb against the back until he felt the spongy G-spot. Rhythmically, he began pushing against it in sync with his work on her clit. 

He felt her breathing quicken until he realized she was panting against him. On his wrist, he felt her thighs tighten and knew she was close. He increased his rhythmic working against her cunt then was suddenly rewarded as his baby's voice rent the quiet of the room in a low scream.

Rob groaned against the warm, rubbery flesh of her breast as he felt his baby cum. Contractions squeezed his hand and his fingers were almost dislodged as her sweet hips jerked and bucked against his clever hand.

Rob kept that beautiful nipple between his teeth, his hand gently working that sweet spasming cunt as the contractions began to lessen. In his arms, Aisling, panting, lay heavily against him, eyes closed, chest heaving.

Aisling was in bliss. She had learned a long time ago to bring herself to a very satisfying climax but despite the fact that she loved fucking and everything else about sex, she had never had a guy bring her off just with his hand before.

Beneath her ass, she felt the iron rod of her daddy's erection. Aisling grinned inwardly. 

"Bet daddy thinks that's it." she thought happily.

"He's forgotten what it's like to be 20!".

When she had walked in , incredibly sexually frustrated and angry to see her dad clutching that huge prick, she was first and foremost incredibly turned on. Between her legs was an incredible aching void and at this point she didn't give a good goddam who filled it. She had always loved her daddy and many of her friends had commented on how good-looking and fit he was. 

Actually seeing that big prick had done something to her that she hadn't expected and she knew that her night wouldn't be complete until she actually had that big thing probing between her legs.

Daddy had switched to the other breast now, rolling and pinching the well suckled nipple of the first one between clever fingers. She could feel the dampness leaking from between her legs, and was sure she was staining the front of his pants.

Gasping, she took his head by a shock of his thick hair.

"Daddy!"

"Oh baby, do you feel better now?"

"MUCH." she said happily. "But now YOU."

"No, sweetheart, it's ok, I'll be fine. I'm just glad you're happy." Rob said, meaning it but hating the reality of his sincerity. Aisling giggled.

"Silly daddy. Do you think I'm going to stop until I get that big prick up me?" she said coarsely.

Rob jerked up to meet those green eyes, so like his own. Narrowed, lustful, there was no mistaking her intent.

"Baby?" he asked incredulously.

"Let me be clear, daddy darling." said his daughter.

"I want you to fuck me. I want that big prick pumping in and out of me".

"Oh baby, let me, please, please, please let me." Rob's voice was hoarse and he unashamedly begged. 

"I want to, Daddy. But you need to take off your pants." she said giggling.

Gathering himself, Rob picked his little girl up, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. The big heavy breasts jounced as he stood, the nipples erect and wet with his saliva. 

Placing her gently on the couch, unable to resist, cupping the heavy breasts and once again suckling gently then pulling back.

He looked at her uncertainly, his hand on his zipper.

"Baby, I shouldn't be doing this." he murmured.

"Oh NO daddy! Don't you dare!"

Aisling leaned forward and before he could react, had unzipped his pants and was tugging them off his hips. 

"Oh Daddy!" she said reverently as the big stiff cock sprang up in all its glory.

Her eyes narrowed and literally shot sparks as she leaned forward, blowing gently on her father's erect member.

Rob had a really good cock. A little over average size, thick and sturdy with an circumcised swollen head, which at this point, was drooling clear viscous pre-cum in a steady stream.

Aisling devoured the sight of her father's erect cock with lustful eyes. Then meeting her father's gaze, she stood. Deliberately, keeping his eyes on her, she first peeled off her tank top, exposing her heavy breasts in all their glory. Then, bending slightly, she unbuckled the clasp at the waist of her kilt and allowed it to fall.




Daddy's Girl



Cupping her breasts she pirouetted, only a thin thong marring the perfection of her body. 

Voluptuous and curving, Aisling took after her mother's side of the family in terms of her figure. Narrow shoulders, heavy globular breasts, a tiny waist and sweet curving hips. Her pudendum was plump and shaved, the sweet lips barely obscured by a wisp of cloth. Turning deliberately, Aisling showed her father the plump, firm globes of her ass, the string of her thong appearing at the sweet apex of her back.

Rob felt like his prick was going to explode. He didn't think it had ever been this hard. Holding his aching cock in his hand, already sticky and coated with his child's juices, he could feel the sperm humming in his heavy testicles.

Aisling stretched and then seductively, beckoned her father.

"I'll suck your cock another time." she promised. 

"You know I can do that well! But right now ..." 

Aisling reached up and her lips clung to his, his heavy erection between them like a bar.

"Daddy, please fuck your little girl." she asked in a wheedling voice.

Rob had reached the point of no return. Putting his hands on his daughter's lush hips, he turned her, roughly rubbing his hands against the firm globes of her ass, parting the cheeks crudely. 

He put his hand on her back and pushed her down to the carpet which was a soft tapestry of gold and red and green. 

He stood back and drank in the scene. The muted light from the desk spilled golden over the pale soft flesh of his daughter's ass. In this position he could see her long, plump slit, her cunt gaping slightly, juicy and swollen. Her heavy breasts hung like ripe fruit, the nipples dark and erect, almost brushing the carpet.

Outside night had fallen and only a hint of illumination came from behind the heavy curtains. 

Cocooned, safe, he felt master of his domain. 

Not a man to hesitate, he recognized his little girl needed a stiff cock up that delectable pussy and he was going to provide it, good or bad.

Kneeling behind her, he grasped his heavy prick carefully. Nestling between the sweet cheeks of her ass, he pushed the head gently into the swollen folds of her cunt. 

Aisling groaned as she felt her father's prick probing and pushing every so gently into her innermost recesses.

She didn't want this careful probing, she wanted a big cock hard and stiff, slamming into her!

Almost angrily she sank her ass back against her father's groin, impaling herself on that heavenly morsel of flesh and relishing every single inch as it slid up into her.

Rob yelled as he felt his daughter's cunt envelope his aching member. Lust clouded his mind and grasping those lush hips, he slammed into her, thrusting all 8 inches as deep as it would go until he felt his rampant prick bump her cervix.

Aisling screamed and slammed her hips against him. Rob began to pump, hard and fast and deep, his prick sliding and thrusting in and out, in and out. Juice poured in a veritable stream from the incredibly tight cunt. He had forgotten what a young cunt felt like he thought inconsequently as he relished the sucking sound his cock made as he pulled it from the tight embrace of his little girl's hole.

Sweat poured off Rob's face as he fucked his daughter with long, sure, hard strokes, slapping that lush ass so that she started and shoved back at him even harder. He could feel his balls tightening, all that sperm just bubbling and waiting to be expelled.

"Baby girl – are you on the pill?" he managed to gasp.

"Yes papa, yes! Cum in me!" his baby yelled.

As she said that, Rob suddenly felt that incredible cunt tighten almost painfully around his distended cock. 

His daughter gave a keening yell and her orgasm hit. Contraction after contraction radiated from her womb in concentric circles of ecstasy. She had NEVER felt this, never ... her breath came so hot and hard she thought she might pass out. 

Her daddy's cock felt so fucking good in her tight hole, so good ... she couldn't believe her daddy was fucking his big prick right up her ... something tight and even more exciting was happening now in her slit – right where she usually peed. 

For a moment, Aisling thought, shocked, that she was peeing. Putting her hand up, moaning, she felt something liquid and wet squirting from the front of her slit. The liquid was clear and had no scent, but like ejaculate it was squirting in a rhythmic stream from between her tight, swollen lips.

"Daddy?" she said shocked.

"Oh sweetheart, daddy's almost there, babe, don't stop, please, please don't stop." Rob panted.

"Let daddy come in your sweet hole, please sweetheart."

"Yes daddy, but ... feel!" 

Aisling took his hand and balancing placed it between her legs as he leaned over her heaving back. 

Rob felt the hot stream and went over.

"Oh baby, you're squirting. You're squirting for your papa!"

Groaning, he slammed his heavy prick as far up that sweet hole as he could, flattening the plump cheeks of her ass, knocking his balls against that sweet streaming slit and yelled as his prick began to jerk and spurt hot streams of cum in her cunt. 

Rob groaned. He felt as if his soul was being sucked out with the jerking and spurting of his prick. He wanted to empty every single drop of cum into that sweet spasming pussy.

Slowly, his prick emptied, the last drops of cum trickling out in a delicious stream into the overflowing folds of Aisling's pussy, squeezing out where his big prick plugged her tight, young hole and dribbling down the taut thighs of his child.

Aisling collapsed in an exhausted heap onto the carpet. Rob rolled to one side and gathered up the delicious body of his baby into his arms, one hand cupping one heavy breast possessively, the other cupping that sweet cunt, pushing that plump ass up against his deflating prick, which soft now, slipped, spent and coated out of the tight pussy.

The two of them lay, chests heaving, trying to catch their breaths.

Aisling, young and resilient was the first to recover.

Rolling over, she lay half on top of her father's chest, green eyes mirroring his own.

"Daddy, that was YUMMY!" she said happily.

"Oh baby, I have NEVER felt like that." he told her shakily, tendrils of his conscience starting to prick him.

"Daddy, we are going to do that LOTS." Aisling said complacently, patting the long flaccid prick laying now across his thigh.

Rob looked at her. 

"Yes." she said happily.

"This way, I don't have to fuck all those stupid boys who don't do anything like you did for me AND I don't get a reputation as a slut." she said.

"I'll only fuck the ones I want to .... and I'll tell you all about it." Aisling said, studying him.

Rob grinned. There was no point in fighting this. He would love to hear about all the pricks that would be fucking this delicious daughter of his ... especially when his prick would be buried deep in her when she was telling him!



Daddy's Girl



Jack was 45, athletic and every woman's idea of a hunk. He had blonde hair which he kept in a crew cut and at six feet two he stood above most people in any room. His large chest was testament to his workout regimen. He had had a heavy two hour workout at the gym that Saturday. Later on he went to a nearby bar to relax, have a few drinks and watch some college football.

He sat at the bar drinking a beer while watching his alma mater, Virginia Tech beat up on Georgia. He was quite pleased of course. When they scored their next touchdown he cheered and looked at the young woman sitting next to him at the bar and said, "Damn they're looking good today!"

The woman just smiled at him in return and looked back down at her drink. He felt a bit put off but decided to continue, "My name's Jack by the way." Jack had always been a very personable bigger than life sort of guy.

The young woman looked back up at him and smiled weakly and said, "Hi, I'm Tracy." She had hoped he'd say something but now that he had she found herself scared shitless that he might ask her a question.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," Jack continued desiring to get a conversation going. As Jack looked at her he found her attractive and he'd not had any sort of female companionship in a while with his busy work schedule and all. He was hoping they might get something going.

They went through all the usual small talk, what do you do, are you married, where'd you go to college, etc. Jack bought her several drinks as they continued to talk and their conversation became increasingly warm.

After talking for about an hour and thinking she might interested in him as much as he was in her he asked, "you wanna get out of here and go somewhere?"

Without thinking Tracy said, "Sure."

Jack was surprised she hadn't asked him where. As they left the bar and headed towards his car Tracy noticed just how big a man he was, how well built. She wanted to touch him, somewhere, anywhere and feel what looked like muscles of steel.

"We can take my car," Jack indicated pointing to his BMW.

Tracy was impressed. He had the sporty little two-seater and while she had usually disdained the yuppie sort of car this particular one she favored. When they got in the car she said, "So where are we going, your place?" She couldn't believe she had said all of that. She had not meant to say anything about going to his place even though it was what she was hoping for. Now she felt foolish as well as rather tipsy.

"If you want," Jack replied.

Tracy said she did and in no time they arrived at a nice colonial style house in a very nice part of town. When they got inside and into the living room Jack offer Tracy a drink and she accepted. He brought her the drink and sat down next to her.

Jack had a beer in his hand and while taking a couple of sips from the bottle he stared at her. Tracy was uncomfortable with this type of attention usually. She didn't feel quite so self-conscious. She only wished that he'd say something instead of just staring at her. She had been staring down at her drink and when she looked up at Jack he leaned in and kissed her. Although complete surprised she wasn't offended but felt like she needed to at least feign some sort of resistance so she pushed him away and said, "Don't, I don't even know you."

Jack wasn't sure what to make of her and considered his next move. It had been her suggestion that they come here so he'd assumed she wanted something and he was hoping that was sex. He hadn't had any sex in a long time and was about as randy as he'd ever been. He waited a few moments more and when she looked at him again he again leaned in and kissed her. This time she didn't resist. Jack put his arms around her and pulled her into him and started kissing her passionately. He quickly moved his hands to her breasts.

"No don't!" Tracy complained. Jack noticed, however, that she hadn't pushed him away and he found that odd.

"You know you've got nice tits!"

Tracy was surprised at this comment and replied, "Oh you are a bad boy aren't you."

Now he felt certain she was playing a game of some sort so he decided to go along and said, "And you're a very bad girl."

"I'm sorry daddy, I don't mean to be." Tracy put on her very best little girl look for him. Jack was totally surprised by her response. This was something he had never encountered before but he'd certainly heard a lot about it.

Jack thought about it for a second and then grabbing Tracy's arm roughly he stood up and pulled her up too and said, "You've been a very bad girl. I'm going to have to take you upstairs and give you a good spanking."

As Jack pulled Tracy roughly up the stair Tracy silently cooed to herself. She was excited. In the bedroom he sat down on the bed and pulled her over his lap and began to spank her hard. His had stung her ass but the sting was a little muted by the jeans she was wearing.

"You are such a bad little girl Tracy! I thought I brought you up better than that! You're becoming a slut and I can't have that, do you understand me?"

"Yes daddy," Tracy whimpered as Jack's hand once again slapped her ass hard.

"Get up and take your pants down for me!" He commanded.

"Yes daddy."

Tracy kicked her shoes off, pushed he pants and panties down with her back to Jack. As she turned around she put her hands in front of her naked pussy. Jack swatted her hands away from her pussy, looked at her and then roughly pulled her back down on his lap. He slapped her again, hard. It stung her a lot more than any of the previous slaps had. She could feel tears beginning to well up inside her but she could also feel herself becoming extremely aroused. Jack could see her ass becoming red from where he was spanking her.

Jack thought about what to do next. This was all new to him but it exhilarated him as well. He pushed Tracy off his lap and onto the floor. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Take your blouse and bra off you slut!"

"Daddy!" Tracy complained feigning shock.

"Just do it or it'll just be that much worse for you!"

Tracy stood up and started to turn her back to him. "Don't you dare turn your back on me little girl!"

Tracy turned back around while removing her blouse and bra. Now she stood naked in front of him. First she covered her breasts with her hands and then her pussy as if to hide her innocence and her shame. Again Jack swatted her hands away.

Jack abruptly got up, grabbed her hands and pushed her up against the wall at the head of the bed. Then he pulled off his belt and proceeded to first tie her hands up with one end of the belt and then tied the other end of the belt to the bed's headboard.

"Daddy, what are you going to do to me?" Tracy cried.

"Just shut the fuck up!" he barked. Jack quickly undressed himself and stood behind Tracy. His cock was very hard and covered with his precum. He took his cock and shoved it between her ass cheeks without entering her ass or her pussy. There you cheap little slut you! That's what you've wanted isn't it!"

"Daddy no!" Tracy cried.

"Oh cut the shit you little whore! You think I don't know what you do at nights. You think I don't know about all the men you fuck. I heard you pulled a train one night. You're nothing but a cheap whore!"

Jack slapped Tracy's ass hard and then pulled her hips up slightly as he plunged his cock into her pussy. She was dripping wet but even so he met a lot of resistance in her tight cunt.

"Look at how wet you are you little slut! You wanted this didn't you!"

"No daddy no!"

"Yes you did you cheap fucking slut you!" Jack rammed his cock into as hard as he could again and again. He hit Tracy with such force that a couple of times she banged into the headboard and yelped in a little pain.

He pulled out of her pussy and slapped her ass hard again with his hand. Then he spread her ass cheeks and slowly pushed a finger into her asshole. "You aren't gonna tell me you're a virgin here are you?"

"I am! No one has even done me there, seriously!" Jack took Tracy's response without calling him daddy as being truthful so he decided not to pursue it. Instead he untied his belt from the headboard and swung Tracy around.

"Now, get on your knees and suck my cock. I've heard you're a great cock sucker so show me!"

Tracy quickly got on her knees and immediately took Jack's cock into her mouth. He was a little on the big size in both length and girth so she doubted her ability to take all of him in. But as soon as his cock entered her mouth he forced to the back of her throat which caused her to immediately gag. Jack pulled back a little but kept his cock in her mouth.

"Come on you little slut. This is what you're supposed to be good at. Don't tell me it's all a lie. Is it?"

Tracy pulled off his cock and said, "No daddy."

Jack pushed his cock forcefully back into her mouth and said, "So show your old man what you can do." Tracy started going up and down on his cock while one of her hands was wrapped around its base and stroking it a little and the other hand was squeezing his rather large balls. Jack silently admitted to himself that Tracy was actually extraordinarily talented in the way she sucked him. He could feel the cum quickly rising from his balls but he didn't want to come in her mouth.

Jack took Tracy's hair in his hand and pulled back on it hard but not forcefully so. "That's enough you tramp! I've got other ideas for you now get up!"

Once she was on her feet Jack pushed her to the bed and bent her over it. He came up from behind her, spread her ass cheeks a little and said, "I think I want to fuck your ass anyway. What do you think of that?"

Jack had pushed the head of his cock right on her asshole but not into it. "No daddy please don't! I'll do anything for you if you don't, anything!"

"Anything at all?"

"Yes daddy, anything at all just please don't do that!"

Jack pushed his cock against her asshole but not enough for it to go in and then said, "So you'll admit that you're nothing but a little slut and that from now on you'll do everything I tell you to exactly how and when I tell you to?"

"Yes daddy, I promise!"

"Well see!" Jack took his cock from her asshole and quickly pushed it into her cunt. Tracy grunted and then moaned as she felt it entering her.

Jack started fucking Tracy as hard as he could. She was so wet he hoped she'd come very soon because he knew he was going to. The high produced from the rough sex had aroused him more than he could have imagined and he couldn't hold on my longer. As he slammed his cock into her cunt again and again he commanded, "Grab your tits with your hands and pull on them while I fuck you." Tracy did as commanded and then Jack said, "Good girl. I'm glad you're acting more like my little girl now than that cheap gutter slut you were a little while ago. You do realize what a cheap gutter slut you were being don't you!"

"Yes daddy," Tracy moaned.

"Tell me you like feeling your daddy's cock fucking you!"

"Daddy, I love feeling your cock fucking my cunt!"

He slammed her with his cock again and again and just before he started to come he said, "Little girl, I'm gonna come in your slutty little cunt. Is that what you want me to do?"

"Yes daddy, please come in my pretty little cunt!"

"Oh fuck I'm coming!" Jack yelped as his cock exploded into Tracy's pussy.

Jack's words put Tracy over the top and she moaned, "Oh daddy, I'm coming too. Oh daddy! Oh daddy I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Jack had his hand firmly attached to Tracy's hips as he came in her pussy. Even when he had finish coming in her he continued to stroke his cock in and out of her. Tracy seemed to hold onto her orgasm for quite a while as he did that but soon she quieted down.

Finally Jack pushed Tracy down on the bed and wrapped her up in his arms. Her eyes averted Tracy said, "Thank you, that was really good and exactly what I needed."

"I didn't know I had that in me," Jack confessed.

"Can we do this some more?" Tracy asked.

"Now?" Jack asked.

"Any time."

They talked at length about what had happened. They agreed that since it was their first time they still needed to learn each other's desires and moves. In the end the decided they both want to have a lot more sessions just like this one.



Daddy's Girl



She'd left an extra key for him at the front desk, as promised. Sliding it into the lock on the hotel room door, Thomas grinned, wondering what he would find waiting for him inside. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

"I'm here," he announced, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it in the closet just inside the doorway. Not hearing a response, he moved into the bedroom and there she was, propped up against the headboard, with a slight smile on her face.

His girl was something else. Several years older, medium height and outweighing him by quite a few pounds, she was not the kind of woman Thomas would have usually chosen. She was not exactly pretty, except for her long-lashed green eyes and her smiling mouth. But she possessed a quick mind, a good sense of humor, a sweet heart, and a submissive sensuality that appealed to him, and he had to admit that her plump, curvy body and softness really got under his skin. In fact, it drove him crazy, especially when he lay in bed at night and thought of her. He almost always ended up jacking off, imagining the things he could do with his big, beautiful girl.

"Hi, Daddy," she said. "I've been thinking about you. I couldn't wait for you to get here."

She was wearing some sort of silky slip thing, hiked up around her waist, and her legs were drawn up and spread open. He saw that she was slowly pumping a large dildo in and out of her wet pussy.

Thomas's cock was not only twitching, but also rigidly hard now.

"Hey, Baby Girl," he said. "I see you really COULDN'T wait for me. Are you having fun with your toy?"

"Yes, sir, I am. But it's not enough. Nothing feels as good as Daddy's hot cock fucking me hard." She looked into his eyes and smiled again.

"No, I'm sure it doesn't feel as good as that," he responded. "But you've been a naughty girl not to wait for me, so the dildo will have to do."

Thomas crossed the room to sit in a chair opposite the bed and watch the show. Damn, his cock was achingly hard. 

"But Daddy..." she started.

"No 'buts,'" he said with a stern look. "You chose the dildo. Now use it."

"Yes, sir," she sighed. As she slid the dildo into her wet opening, she looked over at him. He'd swear that was a slight smirk on her face.

Never breaking eye contact with him, she pushed the dildo in deep, twisting and thrusting it. She raised her free hand to her mouth, sucked the index finger, and then lowered it to trace each of her hard nipples through the slip.

Watching her shudder with pleasure, Thomas thought, "Two can play that game." 

Continuing to stare into her eyes, he stood and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall behind him. He kicked off his shoes and socks, and then unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his hard cock out into plain view.

She moaned softly. "See something you like, Baby Girl?" he asked, holding his dick in his hand.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied, licking her lips. "Your cock is so beautiful."

He stroked it slowly, tantalizing her. A huge drop of precum oozed out of the head. She noticed. She began fucking herself harder with the dildo, her hips beginning to buck. He could hear the wet sucking sounds her pussy made.

Thomas stopped stroking and slid his jeans and boxers to the floor. Stepping out of them, he stood before her, playing with his cock.

Looking directly into his eyes again, she slowly drew the dildo from her pussy. Raising it to her lips, she began licking it from base to tip as if she were savoring an ice cream cone.

Shit, that's hot, he thought. He couldn't take anymore of her teasing. Striding over to the bed, he tore the dildo out of her hand, hooked her legs over his shoulders and rammed his throbbing dick deep into her pussy in one smooth stroke. "Daddy's home," he whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhhh, Daddy, you feel so good," she moaned. "I need fucking."

"Yes, I can see that you do, Baby Girl," he said. "And I'm going to give you what you need."

Thomas fucked her hard and deep, the way they both needed it. Her silky, tight pussy was contracting around him, milking his cock. He was close to losing control.

"It feels too good to stop, Daddy," she breathed. "Mmmmmm, you're going to make me cum so HARD."

Thomas felt the first spasms of her orgasm. Oh, FUCK, she felt and sounded amazing. It was enough to send him over the edge, too. Shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside her, he moaned and saw a burst of white light behind his eyelids. He collapsed on top of her, arms around her, until their breathing slowed.

Rolling onto his side, Thomas looked at her. She was looking back at him, with a small grin. 

"Thank you, Daddy," she said. "You're sooooo much better than a dildo."

Something about that smile made him twitch again. He reached for his girl.



Daddy's Girl



I was only 17 when my little girl Stacey was born, and she was only 11 when I split up with her mother. Well, to be precise her mother took off with Stacey to Cyprus with her toyboy waiter. I re-married a short while later, and got divorced again not much longer after that. With one thing and another I didn't see Stacey again until about six months ago when, just after her 20th birthday, she decided out of the blue that she wanted to come back to live in England. I was a bit nervous when I met her at the airport, but when she emerged from Arrivals I saw that my little angel had blossomed into a lovely young woman, who I was proud to introduce to friends as my daughter. She moved into my spare room, and we soon developed a close, jokey relationship.

Every Friday night I go to a club a few miles away with my mates. It's a pub cum dance hall where we go to try and pull birds. One or other of us sometimes succeeds, but most of the time we just wind each other up about our attempts to do so, see who can come up with the most outrageous chat-up lines, and sink a few pints of lager. Stacey normally went out with her own friends from college on a Friday, but one night she was at a loose end and asked if she could come with me. I agreed reluctantly, as I thought having my daughter along might cramp my style with the ladies, but as we climbed into our taxi I had to admit she looked a knockout. She wore a glittery black off-the-shoulder dress which perfectly complemented her shoulder length silver blonde hair and light tan. It also barely covered her bum, but I didn't mention it as I didn't want to sound like a typical middle-aged dad.

As we walked across the club car park, arm in arm, I saw a workmate who doesn't know Stacey. He greeted me and, clearly thinking I was cradle snatching, complemented me on my 'girlfriend's' appearance. Stacey put her hands on his shoulders, leaned very close to him and whispered something in his ear. He then gave me an odd look and scuttled off as if he'd just seen a ghost. I asked Stacey what she had said to him. She replied "I said this was our first date, but that my mum told me you've got an enormous cock." 

That was typical Stacey, but my face turned so red with embarrassment I was surprised it didn't light up the entire car park! We joined my mates, and after a couple of drinks Stacey decided she fancied a bop, and disappeared onto the tightly packed dance floor. We eyed up the talent for a while, then I heard one of my pals talking about Stacey's long tanned legs. I gave him a filthy look, then turned to look at my daughter, moulding her body to some scruffy kid I'd never seen before. I suddenly caught myself thinking "I'll bet she's a right little raver in bed." 

I couldn't believe I'd just thought that about my own child! I don't know if Stacey saw something in my expression, but she gave me the sexiest smile, and the most knowing wink. I quickly buried my face in my beer, trying to convince myself that I hadn't just had incestuous thoughts about my little girl, and to ignore the stirring I felt in the front of my pants. When I looked up again Stacey made sure she had caught my eye then, slowly and deliberately, slipped her hand down inside the boy's trousers and clearly began wanking him. He only lasted a few seconds, and I watched astonished as she walked laughing to the ladies loo, leaving the lad standing dazed on the floor.

Afterwards Stacey sat down with us for another drink. I was too embarrassed to mention her little floor show, but after a few minutes she asked me to dance with her, ignoring my protests and dragging me out onto the floor. As we danced her hand twice brushed against the rapidly hardening pole in my slacks, deliberately I thought. I put a bit of distance between us, but as the song ended she turned her back to me and wiggled her sweet little bum hard into my groin. I was now so stiff I had trouble walking back to my seat with dignity, but thankfully my pals didn't seem to have noticed anything untoward. I sank gratefully into my chair, but Stacey had other ideas. She pranced over and asked if we could go home now as she'd had enough dancing for one night. I was actually quite relieved as I thought she was clearly getting over-excited, and the cool of the night might calm her down a bit.

As our taxi set out for home Stacey, giggling, started tickling me. This was an innocent game we used to play when she was small, and I happily joined in. Suddenly – she made it seem accidental – her hand dropped into my lap. Still giggling she squeezed my rock hard dick and half-whispered "I wasn't wrong about you being enormous, was I?" 

Before I realised what was happening she had shoved her hand down the front of my pants and wrapped it around my cock! I moved to pull her hand out, but as I did she grazed a long finger nail up the length of my shaft. The effect was electric, and I gasped and threw my head back as my prick twitched against her hand. Taking her chance, before I could get my breath back she had unzipped my fly, buried her head in my lap and started swirling her gorgeous tongue around my painfully stiff cock. I saw the taxi driver glancing at us in his rear view mirror, but I was beyond caring. I just wrapped my fingers in Stacey's hair, and tried to put out of my mind who it was playing my dick as sweetly as a flute. I shot my load into her mouth just as we reached my flat. As Stacey triumphantly swallowed my jizz I tucked my dick back into my pants, gave the driver a huge tip, and rushed inside as he leered at me and wished me an enjoyable night.

Once I got inside my composure returned slightly. Trying to sound stern, I told Stacey that what she had just done to me had been lovely, but that nothing like it must ever, ever happen again. She gave me her big-eyed innocent little girl look, and said meekly "Yes daddy."

After that I decided I needed a nice cool shower, so I went into my bedroom to change into my dressing gown. As I was stood there naked I heard the bedroom door open behind me. I dragged the dressing gown on and hurriedly tied the belt before turning to face my daughter – who was also completely naked!

She looked unbelievable! Tall and willowy, like her mother at the same age, with small but perfectly shaped breasts, a diamond stud in her belly button, wispy golden pubes and long, shapely legs. I couldn't help noticing that her tan covered her entire body, with no white bikini marks. My mouth immediately went dry, and I wasn't sure if I could even speak. I managed to croak "Stacey, this has to stop, now." 

She wasn't any more convinced I meant it than I was. She gave me a sweet smile and murmured "But daddy, I was so good in the taxi I thought perhaps you might want to give me a special present as a reward."

She emphasised the word 'daddy', making me feel even worse about the situation. As she advanced towards me, and I backed to the edge of my bed, it felt almost as if I was a nervous teenager and she was the mature, experienced adult. She stopped inches from me and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I whispered "Stacey, please." 

In response she glanced down and exclaimed "Ooh daddy, is that for me?" 

I saw with horror that my iron-hard cock had poked out of my dressing gown, and the burning tip was actually brushing against her thigh! With that she pushed me in the chest and I toppled backwards onto the bed. Stacey took her chance, straddling my chest and tickling her stiff little nipples across the tip of my nose. Finally giving up trying to fool myself that I was in control of the situation I sucked a sweet tit into my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue and enjoying the warm, salty taste of her sweat. My daughter needed no further encouragement. Scooting down my body she raised herself above me and plunged her pussy down onto my ramrod stiff cock.

After a few seconds of Stacey rising and falling on me I flipped her over, so I was on top, and rammed my prick into her like a steam hammer, my balls slapping against her arse, as she whimpered "Oh yes daddy, so big, fuck me daddy, fuck me". 

I kept going for as long as I could, but after a couple of minutes the sight of that beautiful face below me, eyes screwed up in ecstasy as she howled her enjoyment, was too much for me, and I exploded into my little girl, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts and her finger nails raking deep across my backside. Then I collapsed, temporarily spent, beside her on the bed. After a minute or so Stacey leaned over me, her breasts cushioned against my chest, and gave me a deep French kiss. She whispered "Oh daddy, I do love you so very much." 

As she rested her head on my belly I realised that I would probably feel as guilty as hell in the morning; but at that moment the only thing that mattered to me in the world was spending the entire night making love to this beautiful, sexy, incredible young vixen who was smiling happily up at me as her hand cupped my balls.



Daddy's Girl



John came through the front door of his two-story Victorian home, dropping his briefcase by the coffee table and loosening his tie. He looked at his watch. Eight pm. He sighed; another long day. Strutting into the kitchen, he could swear he could feel his thick, dark hair turning grey. John fixed himself a strong drink and took a seat at the breakfast bar, his thoughts still on work.

Being a CEO of a major company was a hard job; John had almost twenty years of that experience. Not only was he near perfection at his job, he had kept his body in check too. Most men at fifty-two years old have let their waistbands expand and hair turn grey, accepting growing old.

John knew he was getting old, but he certainly wasn't going to let himself go. He exercised regularly and dyed his hair whenever he spotted a grey hair.

'Fifty-two years old.' John thought ruefully to himself. He could hardly believe it. It seemed only yesterday he was 29 years old and getting married. He worked his ass off to rise in his job, to support his wife, and finally, at the remarkable age of 34, he got the promotion to CEO. Nine months to the day after he was promoted, Linda and John had their first baby; a girl. They named her Isabella.

John loved Isabella; he worked hard, but he always made time for Isabella. Isabella became a total daddy's girl. As she got older, she and her mother got into more and more fights. More often than not, John took Isabella's side in the fights. This created fights between John and Linda. But that wasn't all they fought about. Finally, when Isa was fifteen years old, Linda left them. John got the divorce papers soon after, which he immediately signed. He was given sole custody of Isabella, which suited both John and Isa just fine, and what was even better, Linda didn't even ask for any of his hard earned money. She had left him for some rich, famous doctor.

This was more than perfect for John. He didn't want that bitch to have any of his money. His money was for him and Isabella. There was more than enough to last Isabella well after he died.

Isabella had taken the departure of her mother really maturely for a fifteen year old. Now, at three and a half years later, she had graduated high school a few weeks ago. However, when August came in two months, she wouldn't be going to school. She had decided to take a year off, then go to school for interior design. John had been against the plan at first, but Isabella got her way in the end. She usually did.

John took another swig of his drink. He had put in his retirement papers recently. He only had a week left of work before he was officially retired. He planned on telling Isabella tonight.

Isabella. He thought of his daughter, her slim figure, 5'6 in height. He'd had more and more sexual thoughts of his daughter ever since she turned eighteen. John figured it was because he was finally acknowledging his daughter as a woman. He closed his eyes and pictured her B cup breasts and her curvy hips. Her long red hair flowing in between his legs as she engulfed his hard cock, her puffy red lips moving up and down....John quickly shook his head. He'd save that image for later, when he was jerking off. 

John heard thunder in the distance and was about to call Isabella to see when she'd be home. She hated thunderstorms, and always tried to avoid driving in them because they scared her. Just as he was reaching for the phone, he heard the front door open and shut. "Isa?" He called.

"Hi daddy!" She called back. She walked into the kitchen, and John took in her small pink halter top, tied behind her neck, and her short black mini skirt. She walked over to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and kissed her head, inhaling the scent of her herbal shampoo. He felt a stirring in his pants and quickly let go. 

"Would you like a drink?" He asked. She nodded. He began to fix her a drink as she sat at the breakfast bar. "So what've you been doing today?"

"Not much. I cleaned out the rest of the storage area and donated all the old stuff to Goodwill. Then Bobby and I went out for a while." She replied.

John frowned slightly. He didn't really like Bobby, Isabella's boyfriend, but he wasn't a dangerous person, so John allowed Isa to date him. "Did you have fun?" he asked, handing her the drink.

She nodded as she sipped it. "It was okay. How was work?"

John smiled. "I'm glad you asked." He quickly filled her in on his retirement situation. Isabella was overjoyed.

"Oh daddy that's great! With the year I'm taking off school, we'll have tons of time to spend together!" She cried, jumping up to hug him. He laughed and hugged her back.

"Just get me through one more week of work and I'm all yours." He said, smiling down at her in his arms.

By eleven that night, the thunderstorm John had heard earlier was in full force. John was laying in his king sized bed, reading and listening to the storm rage outside. He was just getting ready to go to put down the book and go to sleep when Isabella knocked on his door. "Come in!" He said. She opened the door and stepped inside, wearing a small nightshirt.

"Dad? Can I..." She jumped as a loud thunderclap sounded overheard. "Can I sleep in here tonight?"

John smiled and patted his bed. "Of course you can, Sweetie." He said. Isabella scurried over and dove under the covers. John put down his book and switched off the light. As he lay down, Isabella curled up to him. He hugged her and kissed her head, smelling the herbal scent in her hair again. "Good night, Princess." He said.

"Night Daddy." She said. She slowly drifted off to sleep. John dozed off as well. 

A short time later, a loud thunderclap woke John from his sleep. He was drowsy for a moment, and then his brain cleared up a little. He looked down. Sometime since they had fallen asleep, Isabella had turned so her back was to her John, and John was curled up behind her, spooning her, his arm draped over her waist. Isabella shifted a little in her sleep, wiggling her ass a little, grinding it into John's crotch. Immediately his cock began to harden. John started to move, but as he moved back a bit, Isabella grinded her ass even harder into his crotch.

"Oh...Bobby..." she muttered in her sleep.

John froze. She thought she was with her boyfriend, Bobby. He didn't know what to do. Should he continue? Slowly he moved his hand up her waist, gently over her stomach, and began to squeeze her breast gently. She moaned louder. He flicked his finger over her nipple through the thin material. He could feel her nipple harden.

Slowly John moved his hand from her breast, over her stomach to her thigh. He began to rub her thigh, getting nearer and nearer to her pussy. He could feel his cock getting harder. The closer his hand got to her pussy, the more heat he could feel the heat that was coming from it.

"Yes Bobby..." Isabella muttered, still asleep. "Please...I'm so horny..."

Slowly John pulled up the hem of her nightshirt to her belly button. He pulled back the covers and watched her, making sure she didn't wake. Isabella slept on.

John slipped his finger into her pussy. His cock was straining in his P.J. pants now he was so hard. She was so wet! And she shaved her pussy, which John liked. He flicked her clit and listened as she moaned in her sleep. Then John slipped a second finger into her cunt and began to pump them in and out of her pussy. She moaned louder. 

"Yes....oh yeah....finger fuck me!" Isabella cried out. She spread her legs wider. "Please...make me cum...ooooohhh yes!" she moaned. John entered a third finger in her and picked up his pace. He used his other hand to massage her boob and flick her nipples. Isabella finally cried out as she orgasmed, her hips bucking wildly against her daddy's fingers. 

As her orgasm subsided, John withdrew his fingers. He could hardly believe he had done that. Slowly he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, relishing his first taste of his daughter. He looked down at her and almost had a heart attack when he realized her eyes were open. He looked from his wet fingers to her pretty, round face, horrified. He couldn't believe he'd been caught! "Baby, I..."

But Isabella cut him off. "Thank you daddy! That was the best orgasm I've had in a long time!"

John was astonished. "You're...you're not mad?"

Isabella smiled and shook her head. "Of course not daddy."

John shook his head. "Well, you should be. This is wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that."

"But daddy...I wanted you to do that. That's why I came in here."

"I thought that was because of the storm?"

"Well, partly. I don't like them. But I'm not as scared of them as I used to be. I just used it as an excuse. I want you daddy."

"Baby...what about Bobby?" 

"I broke up with Bobby this afternoon. I was only saying his name to keep you going." Isabella confessed. John was astonished; he couldn't believe this was happening. Isabella's green eyes wandered down to his cock, still straining in his P.J.'s. "I think I should take care of that for you, daddy." She said.

"I don't know, honey. If we continue this, we may not ever go back to the way things were." John said. Secretly, he didn't want to. He wanted her, his daughter. He realized that was sick; but he loved her and he wanted her. And if he was hearing her right...she wanted him too.

Isabella looked John in the eyes. "I want to continue." She said. And with that she took off his pajama pants and let his cock spring free. Looking at him straight in the face, she reached her hand down and began to stroke his cock. "Have you ever thought about me daddy? Have you ever wanted to see your daughter naked?" 

John nodded, enjoying his daughter's gentle hands on his cock. He kept his eyes on her eyes as she jacked him off. Then, ever so slowly, and without breaking eye contact, Isabella lowered her mouth to his cock and took the head in her mouth. She sucked on it gently. "Mmmmm." She moaned around his meat. She began to engulf him further. John moaned and ran his hands through her red hair, gathering it in a ponytail. She took her lips off his dick. "Do you like that daddy? Do you like my mouth on your cock?"

"Yes baby. Please..." John moaned again. "Please keep sucking on daddy's cock."

Isabella smiled and lowered her head obediently to her father's cock, taking it again in her mouth and sucking it, massaging his balls with her free hand. John grabbed the sides of her head and began to fuck her face. He groaned loudly as he pumped in and out of his daughter's red lips. 

"Oh baby...." He moaned. Isabella removed her lips from his cock and pushed him on his back. She took off her nightshirt and flung it on the floor; then she straddled him, sliding his cock over her clit. She moaned. 

"Daddy...can I fuck my daddy?" She asked, piercing John with her green eyes full of desire.

"Yeah baby....fuck your daddy." John moaned. Isabella slammed her body down on his cock, taking all of him in her. John moaned again as Isabella began to ride him. "Yeah...ride daddy's cock baby..." John's hands roamed to Isabella's breasts and he began to squeeze one in each hand, making her moan.

"Oh daddy....yeah squeeze my tits daddy!" She yelled, pumping her soaking wet pussy on his cock.

John grabbed her waist and quickly flipped her so she was underneath him. He grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, driving his cock in and out of her.

"Oh...oh...OH..OH...OHHHHH!" Isabella screamed as she had her second orgasm of the night. "YES DADDY! YES! YES! YEEEES! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK DADDY! I'M CUMMING!"

John began to fuck her harder, his balls slapping against her round, fleshy ass. "Oh baby...I'm going to cum inside your sweet pussy, okay baby? Do you want daddy to cum in your pussy?"

"Yes! Yes daddy!" Isabella panted. "Please...give me your cum! Cum inside me daddy!"

With a grunt and a final thrust, John released his cum inside his daughter's steaming pussy. Spurt after spurt of John's hot cum shot up inside his daughters' pussy. Panting, he collapsed next to her on the bed, his cock softening.

They both knew that things had changed so quickly. Silently they both acknowledged and accepted that fact. John and Isabella slowly drifted off to sleep in each others' arms, as both father and daughter, and as lovers.



Daddy's Girl



My earliest memories of childhood are clouded in a mist of sorts. I can remember my daddy coming home at weekends but nothing of him during the week. As I got older it became clear he worked very hard for us.

One of my most abiding memories of him is standing for hours on Friday evening, waiting for his car to come into the drive. As soon as the engine stopped I would rush out to meet him, jumping into his arms.

He had a warm comfortable smell about him, a mixture of engine oil and tobacco - he smoked a pipe in those days. He would throw me up in the air and put me on his shoulders as he marched into our lovely home.

But suddenly he didn't come home. I was seven and couldn't understand why. My mom told me they were going to divorce, but I didn't know what it was about.

Then my mummy met another man. She brought him to our home and told me to call him Daddy, but I couldn't. My daddy was a big man who loved me so much, not this rather smarmy little man she had in her bed at night, Mom making all sorts of very strange noises, frightening me.

Because I didn't like him, couldn't like him, I was sent to boarding school at ten, made to grow up before my time. I know I became a right little bitch, but made friends at the all girl school, even going home for the holidays with my new friends. 

Anything to not have to be in the same house as her new man. He made me feel so strange with his sneaky looks every time I was not fully dressed. He would take every opportunity to come into the bathroom when I was bathing, and his hands were always touching me.

My dad used to send me parcels every week, and money. I was probably one of the richest kids in the school, always having the best clothes, but I so wanted to be with him. I wrote to him, sometimes twice in one day, always begging him to take me with him, but Mom had custody of me till I was eighteen.

At last that day came, my birthday, eighteen at long last. Oh, how I longed to go to him. My birthday present was a new car, a shiny new bright red Mini. 

The head teacher gave me the keys and said, "There is something in the car for you." 

I rushed out to unlock the car and on the seat was a road map, with directions to his home. 

The letter read "There will be a proper grown up party for you at seven this evening. Please, don't be late."

I studied the map for ages, till I knew every turn I had to make, right to his door. My best friend had been invited so was going with me on this first ever journey in my own car. I had passed my test as soon as I was seventeen, so I'd driven on many occasions, but only the school's mini buss.

I can't remember much about that journey except it brought me nearer to my dad. At last we turned the corner. His house stood well back from the road. It was huge. He had done very well for himself, now owning of the company he used to work for.

He met me at the door his arms going out to pick me up like he used to but he stopped and said, "Perhaps it's not the way to treat a very beautiful young woman." 

Instead he took me in his arms and hugged me tight, the smell of oil and tobacco still there. I had come home at last.

The party was great, even the older people seemed happy with the rock band, not once complaining about it being too loud. The food was fantastic, but the highlight of the whole evening was when he took me onto the floor and waltzed me around the room in his big strong arms. I felt so safe, at last.

My friend was almost as smitten with my dad as I was. She talked about him all night, telling me how wonderful he was and what a lucky girl I was to have such a wonderful dad.

We crawled out of bed at lunch time the following day. Dad was up and working in his study so we made some breakfast and sat with him as he worked at whatever it was he had to do.

He announced it was time for a swim, "I hope you girls have brought your bathing suits with you." 

I told him we hadn't known he had a swimming pool. 

"Not to worry," he replied, "there are some things in the bedroom that will probably fit you."

I suppose you ought to know what we looked like. I was five feet five high, with a trim size ten figure, but my boobs were a lot bigger than my size ten ought to have, only 34" but double D. My friend was about the same size, just a little shorter with normal size C cups. 

We found some swimming things, but they weren't the sort we were used to, our school swimming costumes were the regulation black with full bodies. All we could find were very skimpy bikinis, and even those were a bit too tight around my bust, causing me to almost spill out over the top.

With a towel wrapped round me to hide the fact that I was too big for this costume, we went down to the pool. It was outside but covered by a roof and surrounded by a high hedge, giving us total privacy. We got in quickly because both of us felt overexposed. Do you remember your first bikini? Well, this was much smaller then it ought to have been.

Dad came out in a pair of Speedos. Yes, they were the fashion then, black and very small, emphasizing his masculine charms. 

"Oh my goodness," my friend gasped, "he looks like some sort of god." 

I was annoyed at her remark, after all, he was my dad. He dived in, swimming across the pool towards us. My heart was beating so hard. I didn't want him to think I was too big, but knew he had noticed my womanly assets as we danced last night.

The bikini I had on was pale pink. It had become almost transparent in the water, and my nipples showed though. I know he noticed because his eyes kept straying back to them, no matter how hard he tried to look into my eyes. He just couldn't help straying back to my tits.

"You look like your mother when she was your age, but even more beautiful." 

I know I blushed, I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

We swam for a while, all the time my mind wondering how the hell I was going to get out of the pool without showing even more of my very ample charms. Up to this point I had been so proud of my bosom. The other girls at college had been so envious of the attention my tits received, but at this moment I would have gladly swapped my friend for her more modest "C" cups.

Dad climbed out and walked across to the BBQ shouting, "I hope you girls like steak, because it's all I'm good at cooking." 

There was nothing for it, I had to get out. And because of his idea of eating outside, I was going to be in this revealing outfit for the next hour or so at least.

He had loungers around the BBQ so we sat on either side of him as he expertly cooked the steaks. Because of the angle of the seat I was leaning back showing my tits off to his roving eyes. He also noticed my flat tummy and I'm sure he sussed out the wet triangle of my tiny briefs, only just hiding my smooth pussy.

Why did an eighteen year old virgin take the trouble to depilate her bush? It's simple really, I hate hair on my body. Except my head, of course. Some of my friends had hair on their legs and under arms, but I thought it looked horrible, so at first I shaved it off. I later learned about better ways, so bought a machine that made me so smooth. It made me feel so womanly and cute.

The effect of this tiny bikini and my smooth pussy was the material pulling into the cleft of my sex and accentuating the shape of my outer lips, leaving not a lot to the imagination. I noticed his trunks were struggling to contain his rather large package, it seemed to have grown since he first walked to the pool. Was he getting off watching his own daughter?

Later that evening my friend's parents called to pick her up. We had arranged it earlier because my dad's place was halfway home for her. We kissed and held each other, not knowing when we would meet again. Our college course was over now, we were going into the real world. 

She whispered in my ear as she left, "I think your Dad is the sexiest thing on legs." 

I gave her a slap on her bum as she climbed into the car.

That evening I learned so much about my Father, and his failed marriage. I never knew what had split them up. Apparently my mum was having an affair with the man she brought into our home all those years ago. My dad wanted me to live with him but due to his life style it was agreed that I would be better off with my mum. If only he knew the truth.

We sat talking into the early hours of the morning, him asking about my life, wanting to know who I had dated and even asking me how far I had gone with the boys I went out with. I thought it would have embarrassed me to talk like this to my dad, but it was just so easy, he seemed to make me feel safe.

I told him I had petted and even held a boy's cock in my hand but never gone all the way with any of them. I explained how it didn't feel right at the time. I admitted to him that one boy in particular had touched me there and made me feel so sexy, but something had just held me back.

He told me how proud he was of me, for being so strong, "It should be something very special the first time. You were so right not to have given in to the temptation." 

We at last went to bed, Dad in his own room, me in the guest room he had prepared for me. It was perfect, a mix of girly pink and teenage horror, even my favourite group posters on the walls, with a TV and music centre, everything a girl could want.

He had gone when I got up next day. His housekeeper, a stern looking older woman, came in to clean and prepare our evening meal. We couldn't have been more different; she was as black as I am white, she was short and plump to my skinny, her hair was short but mine hung down my back in great waves of shimmering auburn. We had one thing in common though, she had a huge bust, even bigger than mine.

Jasmine, as I found her name to be, was a widow who was glad of having the work to supplement her meagre income. We became friends that first day despite my first impressions of her sternness. She showed me all over the house, telling me where everything was kept and showing me how to use the huge range in the kitchen. I love cooking so asked if I could prepare the evening meal.

With her help I made Dad's favourite supper. As soon as she left I dashed up to my room, finding the best clothes I owned, right down to my very best underwear, a balconette bra and matching thong in soft pink. You may have guessed my favourite colour is pink. I finished the outfit with hold up stockings and a short skirt. My top was a bit daring but he had seen most of me, at the pool yesterday.

I added a little of the perfume he had provided for me, it looked and smelt very expensive. I had just finished putting the final details on his supper, and myself, when he breezed in asking, "How's my favourite girl?" He took me in his arms, giving me a kiss that made my knees go weak.

The meal was a wonderful success and he complimented me many times. The wine was stronger than any I had drunk before and I could feel it going to my head, making me say and do things perhaps I should not have.

We sat in the lounge watching the TV for a while before he asked if I wanted play chess. He knew I was good, but I didn't know how good he was. We played for over an hour, before deciding to give it up for the night at a stalemate. It was getting quite late, but tomorrow was Saturday so he didn't have to get up for work.

I had felt his eyes on me so many times, it was confusing. I was quite used to men looking, with my chest it was almost normal, but he was my dad. It made it feel somehow perverted, but it also turned me on so much to think he fancied me.

I went to bed and played with myself to relieve the feelings that had built up in my body during the evening. I remembered what my friend, Sandy, had said about my dad being the sexiest thing she had ever seen, and as I reached my climax it was him I was thinking of.

Dad woke me the following morning with a coffee. He sat on the side of my bed in just a robe, and not a very long one. It just about covered his obvious erection, but only just. I had on baby doll pj's, not hiding much. They were pink, of course, and see through; just a little lacy strappy top with a thong. The covers hid me from the waist down.

I didn't feel so embarrassed this morning, it seemed more natural to be with him in this rather daring attire. I sort of felt proud that I was so good looking, more so than ever before. I wanted to look sexy for him.

I had to go to the loo, and the en suite was only a few feet away but I knew as soon as I pushed the covers back I would be very exposed. 

I said, "I must go to the loo, do you mind?" 

He stood up and walked towards the door. As I stepped out of the bed, he turned to say something. I will never forget how his face lit up with pride and yes, lust, as he took in my body standing there in nothing but a little lace that enhanced my figure rather than hide it.

I ran to the toilet, locking the door behind me. I was shaking, but not with fear. His look had done something to me that I simply can't explain. His eyes had made me feel so desirable, so downright sexy. Stripping of my pj's I got into the shower to try to wash away the feelings he had generated deep inside me.

What can I say, it didn't work. The hot water streaming down my body just made me feel more turned on, to the point where I had to use my fingers to give myself another orgasm and even that didn't lessen the lust I had for my dad.

Wrapping a large towel round my body I ventured back into the bedroom and found him still standing where I had left him, his face was a mirror of my own feelings. 

In a very gruff voice he asked, "What the hell are we going to do about this? I feel terrible wanting my own daughter, but you remind me so much of your mother when we first met."

I said, "Come sit on the bed with me, let's talk about this." 

I thought I was so grown up, giving council to my own father. As soon as he came near me the feelings multiplied by hundreds. I almost grabbed him, having to use every bit of self control I had to stop myself.

We tried to talk but as soon as I opened my mouth I knew talking wasn't what we needed. 

I just looked at him and pleaded, "Show me how to be a woman, please, Dad." 

He held me in his strong arms for a long time, my breathing shallow, my heart racing, my hand so near his huge erection. 

Did I dare touch it?

I let my hand wander those few inches till I was touching his enormous cock. My fingers opened, letting it slip into my hand. It felt so very big and hard. He groaned as he felt my tiny, cool hand on his hot cock.

Dad moved to give me easier access to his wonderful cock, as we were so close it was difficult. In doing so it caused the towel to slip down my body, exposing my naked tits to him. His hand, like mine, was drawn towards them, first just touching the tips. It was like getting an electric shock as his fingertips touched my hard nipples.

We sat holding each other for some time, it was the most natural thing in the world to me. No embarrassment at all now, just a feeling of deep contentment. His fingers making little circles round my engorged nipples, sending wonderful feelings down my body and making my pussy throb with wanting.

He eased me back till I was lying across the bed, the towel slipping down to the floor. He stopped touching me, then standing between my legs just looking down at me.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect. I want you so much." 

I closed my eyes, and waited for him to penetrate me.

Being so naïve, not understanding what can happen between a man and a woman, I expected him to just stick it in me. I wanted him to so much, but he was on different plane than me. He knew how to please a woman.

He dropped to his knees, his face only a few inches from my sex. I could feel his hot breath on my naked pussy, making me feel so hot and sexy. Then he did something I will never forget. His tongue parted my lips, finding my clitty instantly. It only took a few seconds of this wonderful sensation to bring me off big time.

As I thrashed around the bed in the throes of the biggest orgasm of my young life, he just watched till I regained some level of control of myself. 

He repeated, "You have the most amazing body I have ever seen," and with that he returned to my pussy. 

His tongue entered me like a tiny cock probing my inner lips, flicking my clit every so often as I begged him to make me come again.

Of course he obliged, making me come so many times I lost count. 

"Your turn now." 

I honestly didn't know what he meant.

"You will have to tell me what to do."

He stretched out on the bed beside me, his cock sticking up. So sexy. 

"Kiss it for me."

I leaned over till it was touching my lips, not knowing what to do with it.

"How do you want me to do it?"

"Just open your mouth and let it in." 

I did as he told me. It felt so big. My mouth was open wide but it pulled at the corners, as he pushed about two or three inches in.

It was uncomfortable leaning over as I was, so thinking it would be better, I got up on my knees, moving between his legs. This was much easier. He groaned as I took as much as I could in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on his big knob. By the sounds he was making I had got it right, he sounded like he was enjoying it.

I had never dreamt of this. Sucking a man's cock was something I had not contemplated, but it was making me so horny to give him so much pleasure.

"Slow down or you will make me come."

I didn't want to stop, his groans of lust were like music to my ears.

But he had warned me and suddenly his cock erupted in my mouth, almost choking me as his come streamed out. I had to let his cock come out of my mouth, but his stuff kept coming, splashing all over my face, in my eyes and down over my tits. He must have come gallons. 

I sat back on my heels looking down at my dad. His face was a picture of pure pleasure. He looked at me, his come running down my face and dripping onto my tits.

"Are you sure you haven't done that before?"

"Never."

"You are either a very quick learner or a complete natural. That's the best blow job I have ever had."

His cock had softened; I thought I had done something wrong, so asked him why it had gone little again. He smiled, explaining that a man needs time to recover after a climax, not like a woman, who can go on having one after the other. 

"Don't you like it when it's little?" 

"I don't know but I want it inside me," I replied, "how long do we have to wait?"

He laughed and told me if I wanted it big again quickly to do what I just done again, but first he wanted to do something to me. He laid me back on the bed, and kissed me both on the lips and on my tender nipples. He kissed all his come off me, letting his lips nip my bare flesh all over till I was a quivering wreck.

By the time he had finished I didn't need to do anything about his cock, it was as hard as iron again. He moved till he was between my legs, his hands on either side of my head, his cock only a fraction of an inch away from my waiting pussy.

I have no idea why I knew I needed to guide him into me, it just seemed the right thing to do. As his cock entered me, my hips tilted up to meet his cock with no conscience thought from me, just pure instinct.

He lowered his body down, driving his cock deep into me. Yes, it hurt just a bit, but the sensations were thousands of time greater than the pain. Then I felt his coarse hairs touching my bare sex and thought it was right in. I sort of relaxed, but he pushed more into me, this time with some passion. It took me by surprise, so much so that I climaxed.

If I thought the orgasm he had given me with his tongue was good, this was on a different scale altogether. It felt as if it came from my toes and rushed through my body like an express train, taking all of my senses with it, exploding in my head.




Daddy's Girl



Some of the girls at college had talked about sex, but nothing like this. My whole body felt on fire. 

How did that cock transport me into this new and wonderful world? 

The dizziness, not unlike the feeling of looking over the top of a very high building, but hundreds of times multiplied.

My dad pumped his cock into, me causing one climax after another, till it seemed as if it was one long never ending orgasm. My breath was coming in little gasps. My heart was thumping as if I had run a marathon.

His rough hairy chest was brushing my inflamed nipples, adding to the already incredible feeling his cock was giving me. If this is sex I want more, and more. Nothing could have prepared me for this experience.

Despite my efforts to explain my feelings, there are no words that I know of that could tell you how I felt as he drove me over the top, time and time again. Pure ecstasy.

Suddenly he pulled out and the feeling of emptiness hit me immediately, I felt totally bereft. 

Why had he stopped? Was I doing something wrong? 

But the answer was quite simple. His cock spurted long white streams of hot come all over my tummy, some of it reaching my bust.

Dad sat on the bed beside me, looking quite worried. I reached out for him, touching his arm. He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"I shouldn't have done that to my own daughter."

"Why not?" 

He just looked down at me, not saying a word. Then he said in a very quiet voice, "It's not right for a dad to make love to his own child, but I couldn't help myself. You are so beautiful, and so much like your mother, whom I still miss to this day."

How shall I answer him? 

Then it came to me, in a flash of inspiration. I sat up, putting my arm around him. 

"Dad, I love you so much. I have wanted to be with you from the day you left all those years ago. We have so much time to catch up on, and this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. You have made your daughter the happiest girl alive."

We just held each other tight for ages. At last he said, "We should get some lunch." Putting on his robe, he smiled at me laying there with his come all over my nubile young body, and said, "You need a shower; I'll get us some food."

It was strange getting in the shower and washing his come off my body; I would have preferred to leave it, making me feel so much his girl. I touched myself as the water poured down my body. I have never felt so sensitive. Just the lightest touch sent shivers of memory coursing through me.

We had lunch sitting in the kitchen. He didn't say much, just asked what I wanted to eat and the usual "pass the salt" type of pleasantries. But my whole being was yearning to talk to him, to ask him to do it again.

With lunch over he suggested a swim, it was hot. The cool water might do something to extinguish the fire he had lit in my belly. I agreed, and started to go upstairs to get my new bikini, but turned at the sound of his voice.

"We are alone, why not go skinny dipping?" 

He did still want me, I was sure of that now.

There was nothing he hadn't already seen so I agreed. We ran out to the pool, stripping off our clothes along the way. He had an advantage, he was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. I had tried to dress sexy, trying to make him want me again; stockings, suspender belt, low cut bra, naughty little thong, all covered by my prettiest dress.

But by the time we reached the pool I was just about naked, only my bra and thong left. He grabbed me around the waist and threw me in, undies and all. The thin white lacy cotton became transparent immediately as I hit the water. He jumped in beside me, splashing me with his bow wave.

We swam and fooled around just like any father and daughter for a while, but his hands were no longer just my dad's. He was making my skin tingle with every touch. I swam to the shallow end and pulled off my wet bra and thong. I turned to meet him as he came towards me with strong strokes.

Dad took me in his arms, our bodies touching from head to toe. I was so conscious of his cock pushing into my belly as we clung to each other. I could feel it growing harder as he held me close. Knowing he wanted me again was the best feeling ever, I wanted him so badly.

We climbed out of the pool, walking to the loungers that only a couple of days ago had been the site of so much embarrassment. Then I had a tiny bikini to cover my blushes. Today I had nothing, but I wanted nothing. I needed to feel his eyes, his hands and most of all his cock.

If I thought what we had done on the bed this morning was good, this was on another plane. I have always loved the outdoors, the sun on my body, but this was my first time naked, and definitely the first time with a man. It added something extra special to what happened next.

I have loved sex alfresco for the whole of my life, probably due to this next experience. He just sat looking at me for ages, all the time my body heat rising, the ache in my groin throbbing with anticipation, knowing he was ogling my naked body, wanting me in the same way I wanted him.

He at last reached out, neither of us saying a word, his fingers almost floating over my naked skin, making me shiver with pure delight. He stood at the side of my lounger, his huge cock sticking out above me, almost threatening me. But it also felt like my new best friend. I knew the thrills it could cause, the pleasure it could give me.

I reached up, grasping his enormous thing in my little hand. I couldn't meet my fingers round the girth, and my hand looked so small against the monster it was trying to hold. I have no idea how I knew to rub it back and forth, it was just a natural reaction.

His groan of lust confirmed I had done the right thing, he was enjoying my attempts to please him. I turned on the lounger till I was sitting facing him, his cock right in front of my face. I had both hands wrapped around his shaft, still leaving several inches sticking out, as I pulled his foreskin back exposing his red knob, all shiny with pre-come.

I stuck out my tongue, licking the end, making him groan even more. It tasted sort of salty, but nice, like a big lollipop. My mouth opened, taking the huge glistening knob between my lips, sucking gently. His knees started to tremble, as I sucked and licked his wonderful cock.

Of course at that time I had nothing to compare his size to so I didn't know just how big it really was. He was my first. Just let me say I have never seen anything near as big since, except in porn movies.

His hands had left my body. His big strong hands were holding my head, one on each side, his fingers entwined in my hair. I felt him pull me towards him. Knowing he wanted more, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him push several inches in till I almost gagged.

By breathing through my nose I found I could get quite a lot of his manhood in my mouth but still had both my little hands wrapped around the shaft. 

He was making quite a lot of noise, sort of grunting with a little mewing sound. That just encouraged me to try harder. I pushed forward, till my lips met my hands. I suppose about half of his thing was in my mouth.

His knees were trembling between my thighs, sending wonderful sensations into my pussy, making it so wet. His hands gripped my head, holding me tight to his groin. I wanted to let go with my hands and try to swallow all of him, because I knew that's what he really wanted. 

I moved one hand so it was holding his big hairy balls, feeling them move inside their sack. As I squeezed gently, he pulled me towards him, pushing more into my mouth. Again, I almost gagged as it reached the back of my throat. I simply couldn't take any more.

I tried to use my mouth to massage his cock. It was difficult because it was so big, but I must have got something right because with a cry of pure animal lust he erupted deep inside my mouth.

This time it was so far down my throat it just shot into me, I didn't even have to swallow. It was a strange sensation, like nothing I had ever felt before, but I knew that was what he wanted. I was determined to repay him for the pleasure he gave me earlier in the day.

His knees gave way in his moment of climax, pulling his cock out of my mouth, as he sunk to his knees on the tiles of the patio. I reached out and held his head to my bosom, like a mother with her child. I felt such tender love for my wonderful dad.

When he recovered enough to speak he looked up at me, asking, "Where on earth did you learn to do that?" 

I smiled at his look of wonderment as I replied, "Right here, Dad, you taught me." 

He pushed me back on the lounger, going to work with his tongue on my clitty, causing me to climax time and time again. He was kneeling between my legs, his arms reaching up my body, his hands holding my big tits with his thumbs rolling my engorged nipples.

The feeling of his hands, combined with the hot sun beating down on my body and the slight breeze cooling my overheated flesh, is a memory I will take to the grave with me. My eyes closed as he drove me from one fantastic sensation to the next.

Dad told me to kneel on the end of the lounger so I moved around till my bum was pointing out with my knees on the seat and my hands holding my upper half up. I wondered what he was going to do to me, not knowing this was one of the best sexual positions.

I had so much to learn, but I had the very best teacher. He should have majored in sex. I felt his cock nudging against my pussy, then that wonderful moment as he entered me. I'm sorry I can't put into words the incredible feelings he caused inside me as his cock delved deeper and deeper into my young body.

The best way to explain is that I had the biggest orgasm of my life as he pushed his cock deep into me. The small amount of pain I felt during our first encounter was nowhere to be found, this was pure pleasure. I actually lost consciousness for a few seconds.

I felt his hands gripping my hips as he powered that huge thing into me. I only have bits of memory from that session because I kept lapsing into a sort of semi-fainting. The thrills he was giving me were so big I think I must have overloaded, or perhaps, overdosed.

Again he pulled out of me just when I though he was enjoying it most, but the reason was soon obvious, as his hot come splashed over my back. He had to pull out because he might have made me pregnant.

We sat holding each other for ages, before we went back to the pool for a swim to freshen up.

Later that night I learned another way to make love. He taught me to ride him as he lay on his back, my knees on either side of his body, facing him so he could play with my tits as they bounced in time with my efforts to please him.

My teenager's bedroom that he had so painstakingly transformed for me was abandoned. From that day on I shared his big double bed, learning more about the wonderful art of lovemaking - from my daddy.

I eventually went to work for him at first just as a clerk, then working my way up to his PA. No one ever thought anything about him taking his daughter with him on his many trips abroad. If only they knew.

He took me to most of the world's most beautiful places. We made love on beaches and in the most inappropriate places. After that first week I went on the pill, to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, but mostly to stop him having to pull out just when it was getting the most exciting.

I eventually met a young man, falling in love with him. I thought Dad would have been devastated, but no, he was so pleased for me, doing every thing he could to make our courtship and marriage nothing short of a fairy tale.

My wonderful daddy is a grandfather now, but I still go to see him sometimes, and we still make love. My husband will never know who taught his wife to be the horny little minx she is but he doesn't need to, he just needs to enjoy her. I have one small regret in all this - my poor husband has little more than half what my dad has in the manhood stakes. If only he was a bit bigger... 



Daddy's Girl



My dad had sent me to a prep school back east and warned me off boys, because they would hurt my grades and if my grades slipped then Daddy would cut off my credit cards until I brought them back up to a good level. Dad was right, as usual, my grades slipped when a got involved with a boy. 

Daddy was over-protective of me he insisted I come home every day and do any and all homework before going out to see my friends. 

Daddy was right I really a bright girl if a applied myself and I knew, I was a few days away from my 19th birthday party and Dad had promised me a party if I kept up my grade average for a year. I was home from school I was getting out of my school uniform, my daddy, Ryan came into my room while I was in the middle of getting undressed I wearing my bra and my white cotton panties and dad burst in. 

I tried to cover myself up but Daddy charmed his way in, he sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg and started to move his hand towards my pussy, we chatted for minutes until Daddy said I had been a good girl and I could have a party. Daddy suddenly changed the subject to his cock and would I like to see one hard as I had stayed away from boys like I was told to do. 

"Yes, Daddy." I said in shy way. 

He unzipped himself and showed me his large rock hard cock which was about 10 inches I would learn later, I was in awe of it, Dad's hand started to fingering me thought my cotton panties, he made me a damp wet patch on my panties. 

"Look my little girl's all wet because of me, we certainly have to do some thing about that, shouldn't we Jenni?" Dad said. 

He slid my panties off and noticed I was wet and my mound was hairless because I loved to shave it, he began to probe my cunt lips and rub my wetness all over my mouth and forcing me to taste myself on his fingers. 

I could not believe how turned on I was. This was my own father and I just did not care, Daddy must have seen the lust in my eyes because his mood changed in a second, now was on longer his daughter I was his fuck toy to be played with. Daddy stood in front of me and took me to open my mouth as he was about to educate me in the ways to please him. His cock was rook hard and I was lost in lust 

"Open up and no biting girl. If I feel you try to bite, I will punish you. Do you understand girl?" Daddy said, I just nodded my head I opened my mouth and his cock slowly entered my mouth I felt the head of his cock push forward and I tasted it, it tasted bitter-sweet, but I really loved how it tasted. He took hold of my head and slowly fed it in me until I took at least half of his length. My tongue was licking his shaft feeling all his veins and I was in heaven. 

"That's a good girl," was all Daddy said. I was carried away I did not notice how wet I was dad was only a short time away from blowing his load in my mouth. His grip on my head started to hurt me. Dad's pace picked up and I could not breathe, but this didn't stop Dad as his hands held my head tightly. "I'm ready girl now here it comes swallow it all or I will punish you," Daddy said. 

Daddy's cum shot into the back of my throat, dad let me go I was choking and gagging but Daddy was happy. I looked at Daddy and all he saw was me a very red color and his cum coming from my nose. 

"That's your first lesson girl now that you seem to enjoy my cock we will have the next lesson soon," Daddy said. With that, He left my room as I was fingering myself, I was so horny, I ended up using my hair brush just to get myself off. 

Dad had me sucking him off every day before school, and soon I became very well practiced. Daddy would say. "Well done, my girl! You have become an excellent cocksucker—even better than your whore of a mother." This would always make me blush. Daddy would always made me suck him off while I was wearing my school uniform, so I could go to school immediately afterwards with damp panties—a fact Daddy and I both loved. 

A few days before my 19th birthday, Dad said, "It's time girl for your next lesson, my dear." The look on his face was almost pure evil. This made me fear him and, at the same time, I was utterly turned-on by him. 

Dad had promised me a party for my 19th birthday and I was looking forward to it, but I knew dad was planning his next lesson. I was unsure what he would want of me. I would be 19 in less than a week, and Daddy still required me to suck his cock every day—learning to please his needs over mine. "My dear, you will soon learn that a man's pleasure is paramount . . . and you don't have any choice."

I would be 19 on that coming Thursday, but Monday brought major events that would forever change my life. I came home from school, did my homework as I was told to do, and then came down stairs to talk to Daddy about my party plans, but Daddy didn't even want to talk about it. He sent me to bed early, and I was broken hearted and left in tears. 

The next day, I woke up, went to the bathroom, and got changed into my school uniform as normal, but I did not know that Daddy had plans for me. I went down stairs and I gave dad a good blow job, just to prove I was his good little girl, but as soon as I started to get dad hard he said, 

"Unbutton your blouse. I want your tits while you suck my cock, bitch!" I was in shock, but I did as I was told. I opened my shirt, but Daddy ripped it open wider, popping the buttons in the process. 

"Daddy, I haven't got another shirt to wear." Daddy just laughed. My tits were out on show and I was so red from embarrassment and humiliation, which seemed to make Dad's cock even harder. He started to maul my tits. "Mmm, bitch, you have a fine pair of tits, now use them to jack me off," Dad said coldly. I pressed my tits together. "Get your bra off, you dumb bitch!" So off came my bra. I squeezed his cock between my tits and built up a rhythm. I started to enjoy it, and I opened my mouth to take his cock in my mouth like I did every day. 

Dad soon came in my mouth, and I swallowed as usual. I started to get up, and Dad said, "Where do you think you are going now, bitch? You're a nasty little slut just like your mother, and we have to do something about it, don't we?" I was wet between my legs as usual and Dad knew it. "Now let's see that little virgin pussy of yours. and it had better still be a virgin cunt!" Dad slapped me down to the floor. "Did I tell you to get up bitch?". 

I whined, "But I will be late for school!" 

"Bitch! The only real lessons you need to learn I will teach you," Dad shouted to me. 

I was crying and semi-naked on the floor. Dad just laughed. "You know bitch, sluts don't wear panties because they just get in the way, and from now on you don't wear any, either. Understand me?". 

I just nodded as my tears stopped me from making any sense. Dad got me down on my knees, tore my shirt off my back, and ripped my skirt off me. All I had on was my pink little cotton panties with teddy bears on them, which were now completely soaking wet. "Look at yourself, bitch. You're so fucking wet and you want it so much, so I've decided that I am going to take your virginity.... And I hope some pathetic little boy at school has not yet taken it." I shook my head. 

"Good, good, bitch." He took his shirt off and I was amazed to see my Daddy was surprisingly very well physically fit. He had a powerful looking chest and six-pack abs, and this just made my cunt even wetter. Dad started to maul my body, and my body started to betray me. I was moaning like bitch in heat! 

Dad ripped off my panties and started to finger my cunt. "You're so wet down there; I am just going to slid it in, bitch. Oh, and next time I want your cunt completely shaved," Dad told me. I was lost in lust and just moaned, 

"Yes Daddy." My world was spinning and I was hopelessly and helplessly lost in it. I just watched as dad finger-fucked me—he started with two and then stepped it up to four. I was so close to having my first real orgasm and Dad just carried on. He suddenly stopped. "It's not about you, bitch. I am the one in control here. and this will always be about tending to my needs, not yours. Don't you ever forget that, slut!." 

Dad threw me to the floor. I was completely naked and soaking wet. "Get on all fours—just like when you suck me off, bitch!" I got on my hands and knees and I presented my ass to him. 

"Just like this Daddy?" I asked, wanting to please him as no other woman had. 

"You learn quickly. Now for your lesson, bitch." He was merciless as he put his cock at my entry and forced himself deep into me. I felt every inch as he ripped through my hymen without any regard for me at all. 

I would have screamed from the sheer pain of it, but my lust got the better of me. I was moaning, "Yes...! Yes...! Yes...!" This caught me totally unaware, but my mind was racing and I was totally lost in a strange, new world of pleasure that I found frightening, yet highly arousing. Daddy shot his seed deep inside of me. I was so happy that I was able to bring pleasure to my Daddy. I never even noticed that he had an evil look in his eye, and had absolutely no inkling what he had in mind for me later. I could go everywhere throughout the whole house, except the basement, which was always kept locked. . . .

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Daddy's Girl



Hey, Daddy - now that I'm 18, I have a secret to tell you. I want you, Daddy. I want you so bad...

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Daddy's Girl



When I came back home he was already there. Slowly I started to undress, carefully taking off my skirt and silk shirt. I unhooked my bra and slipped off my panties and set them next to the pile before putting my collar on. Quickly I ran to the bathroom to check my makeup (I wanted to look perfect for Daddy). After a quick fix, I walked to the room we called his office.

He sat in front of his laptop working quietly, still in his day clothes. He was so into his work he didn't notice me standing naked in the doorway. I cleared my throat to try and get his attention, but once he looked I blushed and averted my eyes. I took my time walking to him, and I slowly lowered myself to my knees beside him at my rightful place. 

"Good girl," I heard him whisper as he kissed the top of my head and went back to work.

More than an hour passed before he was finished working. My knees hurt from the hardwood floors but I was in no place to complain. I knew he was finished when he hooked his finger through the loop of my collar and lifted me up to give him a kiss. "Did you miss Daddy while he was at work?" he asked me. I silently nodded and gave him a little smile. He pecked me on the cheek and stood up. He clipped my leash to the collar around my neck.

I sat patiently on the bed playing with my leash while Daddy stood in front of me, soaking up every inch of my naked body with his eyes; my perky breasts, my hard nipples, my shaved pussy. I wanted so bad for him to touch me but I was to remain quiet. He smacked his whip absentmindedly on his thigh as he thought. I was getting wet in anticipation. I knew I was going to be punished.

"Up." he said, motioning for me to stand. I stood quickly, trying not to look him in the eyes. He took my place on the bed and took hold of my leash. Forcefully he pulled me to him and laid me down on his lap. "You misbehaved today, didn't you?" his breath was hot in my ear. I nodded and he yanked once, hard, on my leash. "I want to hear you say it," he growled. "I misbehaved today Daddy," I whimpered. He smiled and ran a hand down my back and down to my ass. His hand squeezed and massaged it and I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming next.

SMACK!

I inhaled sharply. His spankings always stung... And I loved it that way. But that was only his hand. He still had his whip. Just as the thought of the whip crossed my mind, I felt it. He ran it lightly against my thighs and back to tease me. I shivered and he chuckled. 

"You were a bad girl today..." he mumbled, and...

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This time it was his whip that smacked my ass again, and again and again. I cried out in pain and my eyes teared up. Daddy laughed and kissed where he whipped me, before giving me another spanking. "Poor baby," he whispered as he pulled my head up by my collar to look at my face. i averted his gaze, which made him a little angry. He grabbed my throat forcefully and put his face close to mine. I looked, and he loosened his grip. "Be a good girl and get on your knees."

Daddy stood up as I lowered myself to my knees. I looked up at him and gave him a sweet little smile. He patted my hair and unzipped his pants. My mouth started to water as he removed his thick hard cock from his boxers. I started to lean forward when he yanked my leash hard, making me fall back on my sore ass. "No. You get to beg for it, pet" he grinned.

"Daddy," I whispered, "Oh Daddy please. Please, I need your dick so bad. More than anything. I know I don't deserve it after being bad but oh, please may I have a little taste?" Tears rolled down my cheeks. Thats just what he wanted.

He smiled down at me and stepped closer. I took that as a yes and grinned. My tongue licked up his shaft and swirled around the head ever so slowly at first, like a little girl licking an ice cream cone shes waiting so long for. I then wrapped my full lips around him and started to suck. He then took me by surprise by grabbing my ponytail of brown hair and forcing my head down to shove his dick deeper down my throat. My eyes started to water as I tried to take it all in. I could feel my dripping wetness between my thighs and wanted so bad to feel him touch my pussy but I knew Daddy needed to be pleased first.

I heard him moan and looked up to see him biting his lip in pleasure. He let go of my hair just a bit. I continued to suck, and started to squeeze his balls too. He moaned a little louder. I could hear him telling me I was a good girl, a good pet as I felt his precum drip into my mouth.

"So yummy, Daddy." I giggled as I wiped my mouth after he pulled me away.

He smiled and once again pulled me up by my collar. "You did a good job, but you still need to be punished."

I was tied to the bed by rope. My hands above my head and my legs spread. A ball gag was placed in my mouth. "Now, no cumming until I allow you to."

Already a fair amount of my drool was dripping down my chin and onto my breasts. Daddy was also at my breasts, playing with my nipples. One had pinched and pulled and squeezed, while his mouth did work on the other. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt his tongue swirl around. His teeth gently pulled and nibbled at first, before biting harder. A moan escaped from my gagged mouth. Daddy switched nipples, making each wet and swollen and sore. His other hand was in my dripping wet pussy. Slowly inserting one finger at first and playing around with my clit, then shoving in another. I moaned loud. More drool dripped down. He was finger fucking me hard now, and I moved in time with him.

I could feel my orgasm coming. I tried so hard to keep it in but I had to let go. My back arched and my hips lifted, my eyes still shut tight. This one was big. My body shook and convulsed as waves of pleasure rolled over me. The rope cut against my wrists as I struggled against it. When it stopped I breathed hard out of my nose. Daddy was sitting on his knees with his arms crossed. He shook his head at me, disappointed. "Now, now baby girl. What did I say about not cumming? You've made a mess. Now you have to clean it up."

The wet ball gag was removed and I sucked in a big breath. Daddy ran three fingers along my pussy, making them very wet. Then they were shoved into my mouth. I licked and sucked my cum off of his fingers. Remove, breathe, lick, repeat until the mess is mostly gone. "Now, I want a taste," he smirks.

Daddy didn't put the ball gag in the next time. He kissed down my chest to my thighs. I felt his tongue flick against the outside of my pussy. I clenched my fists. The rope was rubbing my wrists raw. Slowly he inserted his tongue into my wetness as he stuck a finger into my tight asshole. Surprise. I gasped and I felt him smile. His stubble rubbed me as raw as the rope and it made me even more wet. His tongue flicked my clit 1, 2, 3, 4 times back and forth. I heard him slurp. "You are soaked," he whispered. My legs started to ache from the ties. I wanted his hard dick so bad, more than I've ever wanted anything at that moment.

"Oh Daddy..." I started, "Oh Daddy please... I need your dick in me," He was still licking my pussy as I start to beg, so between each word I shiver. I couldn't take it. "Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me now and fuck me HARD!" I pretty much yelled. I heard his laugh. "Since when did you give orders?" he growls.

I closed my eyes. Whoops. Not the brightest move. But even so, I felt him untying my binds. I sighed happily, but as I do he yanked my leash. He yanked very, very hard. "You don't give orders, pet. But even so Daddy will be nice and give you his dick. But we'll do it his way." I whimpered and my eyes teared up. He grabbed me hard by the neck and licked my cheek. I was then shoved onto my hands and knees.

He rubbed his dick along my pussy, getting it wet. He trailed it up my ass and around my tight asshole. Slowly pretending to begin and stick the head in to tease me. Again I whimpered. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. I was about to beg but then he shoves it all in. All of it. His huge hard dick rammed into my ass and his balls slap against my pussy. I loved the sound that makes. I yelled. He wrapped the leash around his hand and tugs, choking me as he pulls out and shoves back in. So much pleasure, so much pain. I have the perfect Daddy.

I started to cry. Oh, Daddy loves when the tears come. He knows hes doing his job perfectly when there are tears. He leaned over me and licks them off. He moaned in my ear. I'm moaning, I'm crying, I'm nearly screaming. He was still ramming his cock in me. He alternates between spanking me, chocking me and scratching my back. But when he leans over on top of me and grabs my breasts I know he is close to cumming.

Suddenly and forcefully he pulled out and flipped me on my back. He was then on top of me, his dick in my tight pussy. It went in easily from how wet I am. I clutched the sheets and bit my lip until it bled I'm being fucked so hard. He was going as deep and hard as he was able and oh, God I was about to cum a monster of an orgasm. I knew he was too. I saw it in his eyes, and I could gauge it by how hard his nails were digging into me. He was breaking the skin and I felt the start of blood. Oh, God yes. I wanted more more more! I wanted to feel him cum hard. I was screaming then, out of pain and out of pleasure. My back was arching again, my hips were lifting again. Daddy was going slower but hes still fucking me hard. Just as the first waves of my orgasm rolled over me I felt him shake, too. His face was next to mine and his breath was hot in my ear. He groaned and moaned as his huge load emptied into me. He took his dick out but he still wasn't not done. Some of it shots onto me and I immediately wiped it up in my fingers and licked it off. My tongue lapped up his cum from my hand, just as it did when I was cleaning my mess. Suddenly it hit me. My mouth opens wide, but no sound came out. I closed my eyes and I was still clutching the sheets. My body shook and bucked as I came harder than I ever had in my life! I convulsed from it, I blacked out for a few seconds. I felt in between my thighs whats happening. Oh, God it felt so good.

I laid there panting, sweaty and sticky. I was sore all over. My pussy was sore, my ass was sore, my wrists were sore and my throat was sore. I was tired from that orgasm. Daddy laid next to me. He nuzzled his face into my neck. "You were so good, baby girl. You were so good for Daddy. I'm so proud of you baby. I love you," he said as he kissed my neck. We were still dirty but he pulled me to him. My head rested on his chest and he stroked my hair. He was happy and I was happy. He lifted my chin to kiss me passionately before I closed my eyes. I rested my forehead against his chin as our legs tangled together. 

"I love you too Daddy," I said, before drifting to sleep. 



Daddy's Girl



She wonders if it is a dream; it always starts the same way...

She is a 20-something still living at home with her parents, but she feels in the 'dream' as if she is only 18. She is called into her parents' bedroom by her father; they are all alone in the house. He tells her to take off all her clothes, as what she's done is so terrible she doesn't deserve clothing's protection. Her father tells her to lay across his lap. His arm goes across her chest and his hand holds her breast. He tells her to spread her legs slightly and put her feet on the floor; she can barely get her toes to the floor at the angle she's being held at, but spreading her legs does help. Her father's other arm is draped on her buttocks, and as she settles into the position her father wishes her in, his hand rubs her derriere...then he suddenly smacks her. Hard. She cries out, more in shock and surprise than pain, and feels her father's penis harden underneath her. It makes it hard for her to stay on his lap, as do the smacks her father administers. Soon her ass feels hot and sore, and she is wriggling around trying to avoid the spanking. She notices that she also feels aroused and is surprised. Her pussy lips are wet and she feels an ache deep in her core. Her father's spanks are also getting slower, with long pauses in between them; in the pauses, he slides his finger into her folds, making her moan and move even more on his lap. His cock is getting harder and soon he is no longer spanking her at all. He inserts his finger into her vagina and moves it in and out, rubbing the walls and making her groan and arch her back; his thumb rubs her clit. His other hand is squeezing her breast, twisting and pulling on her nipple, which shoots sparks of desire through her body to her cunt. Her hips are by now rocking back and forth, wanting the ache soothed, somehow. 

Her father suddenly moves her off his lap and bends her over the bed. She hears the jingle as her father's belt buckle moves around, the swish of cloth as his pants and briefs slide down his legs. His finger is inserted back into her and he moves it around, making her cry out with frustration and desire...and then the finger is replaced with her father's hard cock. He pushes it in and pulls it out, and she pushes back as best she can to get her daddy deeper into her. "Mmmmm, sexy little bitch...knew you wanted this...," her father groans out above her, making her even more aroused. She moans and screams...and then feels a deeper ache, stronger pull, as her father groans and says, "Ohhhhhhhhh god, baby girl, I'm cummin'!" She screams in pleasure and victory as her father's sperm fills her vagina. He collapses next to her and a little on top, breathing heavily and muttering, "Oh baby girl, you're the best little fuck, such a hot little pussy, you're daddy's good little slut, aren't you?" She smiles smugly, snuggling up to her daddy, until he looks at the clock and makes her go to her room...The first time he did this, it hurt; she even bled a bit. But he explained to her it hurt the first time; then it felt good and she would love it. And of course her daddy was right. She loved having sex with him after that. He was so huge and made her feel so...satisfied. He even did it just the way she liked it, rough with just a little bit of pain. 

Or at least she thinks it went that way...she never has known if it was a dream or reality, or if parts of it were real, or what. She just knows that there have always been whispers about incest running through her daddy's family. She also knows she doesn't know how to ask her daddy if he ever had fucked her. But no man has ever been able to make her feel like that – dream? memory? whatever it is – did. Many times, she would cut a date short to go home and masturbate to that memory. She would moan and cry out, wishing she could somehow find out if the dream had been a reality...



Daddy's Girl



I will never forget that tragic day, July 14th, 2002. That was the day I lost the love of my life in an automobile accident. My lovely wife, Caroline, was driving home from the grocery store when a drunk driver ran a stop sign, abruptly ending her life. 

I still haven't gotten over losing her. I can't imagine ever trying to replace her love with another woman, having only dated a few times over the past ten years since her death. Those few dates weren't even my idea, friends and co-workers were constantly trying to set me up, hoping to put an end to my ten year state of depression.

Caroline and I were married young, after dating throughout high school and having a baby during our junior year. Caroline dropped out of school to take care of our little baby, Angela when she was only 16 years old. We were married the day after my high school graduation, in 1992.

I won't lie, it's been a tough life at times, even before the accident. I usually worked two jobs to provide for my family as Caroline wanted to stay home and raise our daughter. My primary job was as an automobile mechanic at a Ford dealership but I picked up odd jobs here and there as well, just enough to make ends meet.

As Angela entered kindergarten, Caroline took a job working part-time as a waitress, making pretty good money at it too. I was able to cut back to just my primary job and go to school at night, hoping to better provide for my family. I graduated only a year before she died, earned a degree in accounting and quickly found a great job making twice what I was earning as an auto-mechanic. Life was looking up.

I won't go into details about how hard Angela took the loss of her mother, I think that goes without saying. My little Angel, that's what I called Angela, was a spitting image of her Mom. She looked so much like her that at times I even slipped and called her Caroline. Angel was a beautiful young lady, now twenty years old. She attended college nearby while living at home with me.

I must admit, being only 36 years old with a 20 year old daughter had it's difficulties. We were so close in age that some of her friends were only a few years younger then me, and she had some great looking friends.

Enough time had gone by since her mother's passing that Angel was even trying to set me up on dates. Sometimes her girlfriends would even flirt with me, but I never crossed that line. 

"Hey Dad, want to go camping with us this weekend?" Angel asked, tossing her books on the kitchen table one Friday afternoon.

"Camping with who?"

"Just a bunch of us girls from school. We're going to rough it in tents for the weekend."

"Who's going?"

"You know most of the girls, just a bunch of my friends from college."

"Well, I don't have anything else going on this weekend. Why not?" I said after considering my options. 

"Great! You have that big tent still, don't you?" Angel asked.

"I'll have to dig it out of the attic."

"Please do, I don't want to sleep in a pup tent with the others. Our big tent is so nice."

"OK, help me get the stuff together," I said.

We found the old tent and a bunch of other camping gear that hadn't been used in over a decade. After inspecting everything, checking for stakes, tent poles and holes in the air mattresses, we packed the SUV full of supplies. This wasn't exactly going to be 'roughing it' as we brought just about everything we'd need. 

"You girls will have to find other transportation, there's only room for me in my car," I said.

"No problem, there will be at least three other cars going along."

Knowing I'd have a full day of setting up camp the next day, I went to bed early. As usual, my last thoughts of the day were of days when Caroline was alive. This was the kind of stuff she'd do, go camping at the drop of a hat with no planning. I loved that about her, her love of life and she enjoyed every day to it's fullest.

I woke up early, startled by an impending ejaculation. Yes, I was having a wet dream, dreaming about an earlier time with Caroline. The dream was so real, I felt like we were actually making love, and just as I made a complete mess of my underwear, my eyes opened.

Come on guys, we've all had them, but what a fucking mess. God, I missed Caroline! I threw back the covers, grabbed a clean pair of underwear and headed for the shower.

"Good morning Dad," Angel said, standing at the sink, brushing her teeth. "Do you need the bathroom?" she asked, looking at my cum soaked underwear, a slight grim forming.

I covered up quickly, trying to hide my predicament, hiding behind my clean underwear, dangling from my grasp in front of my crotch.

"Ah, please," I said. "Now."

Angel rinsed her mouth and stood back, watching me closely as I shut the bathroom door behind me. I know she knew what had happened. Although, my baby Angela probably didn't know about wet dreams, it's a guy thing. Wet dreams are kind of like masturbation, all men do it but few will admit to it.

I showered and got ready for our trip, then grabbed a quick breakfast as Angela talked on her cell phone with her friends. I overheard her say that we were meeting them in an hour, good to know.

"So, where are we meeting your friends and where are we going?"

"They're all coming here and we're going to the State Park. There's a great hiking trail, we're going to camp about a mile from the parking lot."

"A mile!?" 

"Maybe not quite that far, we want privacy."

"Who's going to lug all of this shit?"

"Oh, we'll all take something."

"This tent alone weighs 35 pounds!"

"You're a big strong man, you shouldn't have any problem carrying it," she said, winking.

Somehow, I knew this wasn't going to be a relaxing weekend. I had an idea I'd be making a few trips back and forth, up and down the hiking trail.

A horn honked in the driveway alerting us that they'd arrived. I looked out the window, observing a mini van and two small cars full of college girls waiting for us. Angel slammed the door behind her without saying a word to me, leaving me to lock up and make sure all the details were taken care of with the house. As I washed the dishes and grabbed the few items I hadn't put in the car, all I could hear were girls laughing and screaming. I shut and locked the front door, trying not to notice the girls, all adults, as I unlocked my SUV's door and slid in. I put the window down and could hear a few conversations.

"Let's go girls!" I said.

"OK Dad, follow us!"

"Damn girl, I want your Dad all to myself this weekend," one girl muttered.

"No way, share!" another said.

"He's fine," said another.

I put my window up, not wanting to hear any more. My cock was swelling at the thought of multiple young ladies wanting me. I knew they were just teasing Angela though so I tried to get the thought out of my mind. I already had most of them pegged as cock teases.

I followed the convoy of women for the best part of the next hour, letting my mind wander from time to time, fantasizing as I drove. I knew to these young women, I was just Angel's Old Man, but it was nice to think otherwise.

As we pulled into the parking lot, the girls piled out of the other vehicles, still laughing and taunting each other. 

"OK ladies, let's all get everything together and try to make this hike in one trip," I said. 

I hadn't noticed but almost all of the girls were cute, sexy and scantily clad. Most wore shorts and tank tops. One girl I hadn't seen before was wearing a bikini top, shorts and flip-flops. Her tits were huge, had to be fake! Her tits flowed over the top of her tiny bikini, leaving little to the imagination. Damn, I had to stop looking around and having these naughty thoughts.

"We should be properly dressed for hiking ladies. Long shirts and pants are best to keep the bugs away and avoid getting all scratched up along the way," I said.

"Didn't Angela tell you?" The gal they called 'Red' asked. 

"Tell me what?"

"That we're not wearing clothes when we get to our campsite! Today is Nude Day and we're celebrating!" Red shouted as the others cheered. "We brought plenty of insect repellent."

"What are you talking about? Nude what?" I asked, having never heard of such a day.

"Nude Day!" many of the girls yelled in unison. Then they started to chant "Nude Day, Nude Day, Nude Day!"

"Whoa, not on my watch," I said.

"Dad, nobody expects you to take your clothes off. Ewww," Angel said in a quiet voice.

"You're not getting naked, Angel," I said.

"We're all girls, Dad. You've seen me naked before."

"Not since you became a woman!" I said.

"Let's get this party started!" Red said, towing a little red wagon loaded with two kegs of beer.

Angel was the only one under 21 in the group, being 20, the rest ranged in age from 21 to 28. There were nine girls total, including Angel. Every one of them were sexy, this was going to be tough to take, eight naked women running around all weekend. My cock was already beginning to swell, I had to stop thinking like this.

Red led the way with her wagon. We managed to pile our large tent on top of the kegs so we could make it in one trip. The girls weren't much on hiking, but we made it anyway. By the time we found the campsite, half of the girls were topless, two of them were totally naked. I couldn't help but stare, one had great tits and a shaved pussy, the other had small tits and just a runway strip. Me, just a constant erection straining to be freed.

I am terrible with names, to this day I couldn't tell you half the girl's names, just the key players. Red was kind of the leader, bringing the beer and organizing the camp-out. Her red hair made it easy to remember her name. The gal with the huge, fake tits was Michelle. She was the first to get naked, just a few feet from the parking lot. For some reason, big tits always makes it easier to remember a name. One girl in particular caught my attention early, her name was Monica. She was quieter then the others, but her eyes were always finding mine, flirting, winking and staring at me. She had a body to die for, nice natural tits, probably a C cup, long blonde hair, green eyes and a shaved pussy. She had a J-Lo ass as well. She was the oldest at 28 and definitely the most mature of them all. Hell, she was only eight years younger than me.

"Hey stud, when are you going to join us by getting naked?" Monica asked.

"My name is Derrick, and to answer your question, when I get home and in the shower."

"Too bad, You're a sexy guy. I'd sure like to get a good look at the rest of you." 

"Shhh, my daughter will hear you."

"She's the one that told us you were sexy!" Monica said. "She's not as innocent as you might think."

"My daughter wouldn't say something like that," I said, pondering what I'd just heard.

I continued unpacking and helping everyone get set up, unable to get my daughter's words off my mind. The girls continued telling stories, taunting each other and enjoying themselves. As the afternoon progressed, I could detect from afar as I read my Kindle that the girls were all acting strange. Then I discovered that the first keg of beer had been tapped and the girls were getting giddy. My eyes caught Monica's as she motioned to her cup of beer. I nodded that I'd like one too so she brought one right to me, her tits bouncing as she half jogged, spilling most of the beer.

It was that moment that I noticed my little Angela naked, sitting with the others around the campfire. I hadn't seen her in so many years naked, I almost forgot that she was now a woman. She looked so much like her mother. She was beautiful, her tits were full and firm as her mother's were, and her pussy was shaved. 'Why would my little baby shave her pussy?' I couldn't take my eyes off her. My cock swelled as I stared, thinking of her mother as my eyes wandered over her body.

"Here's your beer Derrick. I still wish you'd get naked, I can see you're getting excited," Monica said. "I'd like to help you out."

"How would you like to help me out?" I asked.

"You know, with your predicament," she said looking at my crotch.

"I'm just fine, go join the others."

"Damn," Monica said under her breath as she turned away and joined the others.

I had a difficult time keeping my eyes from focusing on my daughter as she sat naked with her sexy friends, especially when the sun went down and I was asked to join them around the campfire. Here I sat with nine naked adult women, toasting marshmallows around the campfire. I was tempted so many times during the day to wander off and jerk off, just to rid myself of the burning desire I had to get naked and seduce them one at a time. If my daughter hadn't been there, I know I would have joined them. By this time they were all feeling no pain, the first keg was almost gone.

"Are you going to let your Dad get naked or not?" Monica asked Angela, slurring her words.

"I don't tell my Dad what to do," she said.

"Would it bother you if he did?" one of the other girls asked.

"I guess not, I'm naked," she said, looking around at the others.

"Maybe he needs a little coaxing!" Red said.

"I'm just fine the way I am, thank you though."

"You got that right, you are fine!" Red said as she sat next to me.

Her hand was on my thigh before I knew it, surprising me. I brushed her hand off with mine.

"Hey, stop that!" I said.

Red stiffened and whispered in my ear,"Can I see you in your tent later?"

"My daughter is sleeping in the tent with me," I whispered.

Red winked and stopped her pursuit, taking her place back next to Angel.

"I still think you should get naked for just a bit, Nude Day is almost over," Monica said.

"It's up to Angela, I don't want to embarrass her around her friends," I finally gave in, maybe it was the beer taking over.

"Do whatever you want Dad, I've seen you naked before."

"What, when?" I asked.

"All the time, you always take a shower with the door open."

"OK, I'll play along for a few minutes but then I'm going to bed, I'm tired."

I only had on a pair of shorts and underwear so it didn't take much to disrobe. I stood and slid my shorts down, every eye was on me except Angela's, she looked away. My cock was semi erect, pushing outward forming a tent in my boxers I slid them down, stepping out of them and sat immediately as my cock sprung free.

"Wow, nice package!" Monica said.

"Hell Yeah!" Red said. "By the looks of things, he's ready for action."

The others continued commenting on my equipment, I never considered it to be anything special. I measured it a few times, always about eight or so inches hard, and it was almost hard now.

"Stop making me the object of your discussion or I'm getting dressed," I said.

"Leave Dad alone girls," Angela said, taking her first look at my erection, pausing just long enough to get my attention.

"If I am making an ass of myself, I'll go to the tent Hun," I said to Angel.

"Don't leave on account of me, you have nothing to be ashamed of." she said, still sneaking peaks at my cock, making me even harder.

"I'm going to bed girls, good night," I said, trying to cover my erection with my shorts as I stood and walked away.

"I'd fuck him!" I heard Monica say after I got into the tent, zipping it closed behind me. 

"I think we'd all fuck him right now!" Red said as the the others cheered.

'Didn't they realize that these tents didn't have real walls.' I thought. I tried to get them out of my mind, letting it wander to days spent with my wife. My cock was still hard when I finally dozed off an hour or so later. A few hours later I was woken up by a warm body sliding into my sleeping bag next to me.

"Angel, is that you?"

"Shhh, she's asleep. It's me, Monica."

Her naked tits slid down my chest, her hand grasped my cock firmly, swelling instantly to erection. She kissed my neck as her hand slowly stroked my cock, her thumb smearing the pre cum already oozing from the tip. 

The tent zipper sounded as another person entered, I could see by the silhouette that it was Red. She stood as her eyes adjusted.

"Over here," Monica whispered.

Red tried to slide into the sleeping bag too, instead unzipped the side and cuddled to my free side. Her hand joined Monica's on my cock. Actually, I couldn't tell which hand belonged to whom. One was stroking my cock and the other fondling my balls. It was a warm night, so they removed the covers from us as they fondled me. I couldn't just lay there so my hands started to roam, seeking and finding their tits. 

"I want to suck your cock," Monica whispered as she slid downward, dipping her tongue into my oozing cock hole as my shaft stood at attention. Her lips quickly devoured my shaft as Red joined her. They took turns sucking me, passing my cock back and forth. My cock twitched and oozed as I felt them switch places, taking turns plunging onto it.

"Looking at your daughter made you horny," Monica whispered, sliding up to kiss me as Red took me deep into her throat.

"No she didn't, that's my daughter," I whispered. "She just reminds me so much of her mother, she looks exactly like she did."

Monica's tits pressed firmly against my chest as she lowered onto my cock, it being guided into her by Red. Her pussy was so tight that Red had to push it into her friend as she slid downward. My cock slowly worked into her as she slid up, then eased herself downward, lubricating my cock with her moist pussy. Red's lips wrapped around my balls as Monica's tight pussy squeezed and milked my shaft.

"You want to fuck your daughter, admit it," Monica whispered as she nibbled my earlobe while sliding up and down my shaft. "Come on, admit it," she begged. "Say that you want to fuck her. Make believe you're fucking her."

I looked toward Angela, her eyes looked back toward mine. She quickly closed her eyes, acting like she was again sleeping. I watched her for a minute or so as Monica slid up and down my cock but saw no movement. I must have imagined her eyes being open. 

"I want to fuck my wife. My daughter looks just like her, it's not my fault," I whispered.

"I want some of that," Red whispered.

Monica slid off my cock, Red lifted Monica by her ass cheeks until she hovered her moist pussy over my face. I lifted my head just a bit, just enough to find her wet pussy with my tongue, as Red slid onto my cock.

Monica's pussy was wet and sweet so I devoured her, making her cum as her fingers tangled in my hair, driving my tongue deep inside and myu fingers fucked her as she shook quietly in orgasm.

Red slid up and down my shaft, her pussy not nearly as tight as Monica's. She was so wet though, dripping wet. Monica lifted from my face, almost diving toward my cock, her tongue lapping my balls and Red's pussy.

"Fuck me just like you want to fuck Angel!" Red said. "Fuck me Daddy."

"I'm going to cum," I grunted quietly.

Red lifted from me as my balls tightened. Monica's lips wrapped around my shaft, stuffing my entire cock into her mouth as her throat milked the head of my cock. Red's tongue lifted my balls as she licked just under them, touching my anus as I started to explode. My first jet of cum shot into Monica's throat, making her gag but her throat continued milking it. I could feel my cum escaping her mouth but Red was devouring it now, sucking and slurping it up. Each forceful ejaculation erupted directly into Monica's throat, but she gagged up a bit for Red to have. Her moans almost sounded underwater as she gulped continuously, trying to keep up with the steady flow of hot, sticky cum filling her throat.

My ass pushed upward, forcing each load to shoot forcefully as I held Monica's head. I loved the sound of her gargling on my cum, gasping for breath as Red sucked and consumed the overflow clean. As my balls coated with my hot cum, Red would devour it.




Daddy's Girl



I came so hard for so long I was afraid Angel may have heard. I looked over quickly, just as I had forced my last jet of cum from deep within to see her staring in amazement. I only hoped she hadn't heard what I said. She slowly closed her eyes this time, making no attempt to fool me.

"Thank you Derrick," Monica whispered, licking her lips.

"Thank you ladies. I'm not so sure this was the right thing to do."

"We'll just have to do it again sometime and decide then," Red whispered.

The two girls left the tent after exchanging kisses. Angel rolled over, facing the other direction as soon as they left. I knew she was aware something happened, I just wasn't aware of how much she saw or heard. I had that 'just fucked' feeling so easily fell asleep quickly.

I'm not sure how long I'd been sleeping but I was having a great dream, a reoccurring dream I'd had many times of the day my wife and I spent the day making love on a river bank. We were just young and in love, having a picnic that turned into all day love making. This dream usually ended as a wet dream.

I opened my eyes, knowing that if I hadn't I'd make another mess. To my amazement, the dream came true. I woke up to the slurping sound of my wife sucking my cock like nobody else could. She was as young and as beautiful as the day she died. She also hadn't forgotten how to suck my cock, devouring it completely, doing only the things she knew how to do with her tongue. As she lowered onto my shaft, her tongue wrapped and caressed the sensitive underside, almost milking me both ways. As my cock touched the back of her throat, she didn't gag, instead her throat muscles milked the head. She gave the best head on the planet, sucking, licking and deep throating all at the same time.

I guided her head with one hand as my other hand found her breast. Her nipples were hard, as they always were when she was horny, her tits were firm. As I pinched and fondled her nipples, her deep, muffled moans almost made me cum instantly, but I wanted to fuck. It had been so long since my dreams felt so real that I just had to feel her tight pussy again.

"Caroline, stop, I wanna fuck," I grunted. "Don't make me cum yet."

She complied, her lips released my cock as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking me. She slid up, kissing my chest, then my neck, rolling me over onto her. My cock rested against her warm, firm body as we kissed, passionately as we always had. My hands caressed and kneaded her tits as her hands cupped my ass, pulling me toward her. 

I was afraid of cumming on her even before entering her so I slid lower, my cock rested between her legs as her hand guided me into her. I slid in slowly, just a bit at a time, rocking in and out until I was completely inside her.

"God, I've missed you Caroline, I love you."

Her moans equaled mine as we rocked in unison, slow and deep with each thrust. Her pussy was so moist and tight, even better then I remembered. Her hands clutched my ass, holding me in place as she quivered in orgasm, moaning and shaking. Her moisture soaked my cock, now easily sliding in and out her pussy. I felt the pressure build and she knew it. She started bucking and rocking, milking me.

"Cum for me, explode in me," she said.

The first wave swelled my cock just before erupting, splashing into her as the first stream of semen

blasted.

"Argggg, Fuuuck, Caroline!"

"Ohh, Yess, Fuck me Daddy! Fill my pussy!"

Stream after stream of cum jetted into her, oozing from her, coating her pussy, ass and thighs as I unloaded into her. My grunts and moans must have alerted the entire camp as I clenched her ass tightly. It wasn't until I had finished cumming that I realized what was said. I lay on top of her, my cum oozing from her pussy as she sobbed beneath me.

"Angel?"

"Daddy, I love you."

"I love you too Angel, but this?"

I gently rolled off of Angel, my cum trailing across her stomach as we lay side by side. Angel was crying, tears streaking down both cheeks.

"I'm sorry Daddy."

"Don't be sorry Angel, I thought you were your Mom."

"I know."

"I miss her so much."

"I know."

I started crying too, thinking my relationship with my daughter was now in jeopardy.

"I'm sorry baby, I won't let this happen again."

"You didn't do it Daddy, I did. You are such a good man and I see how much I remind you of Mom. I got carried away after seeing you with the other girls. I wanted you too."

"I'm sorry you saw that. What we did was wrong, we can't do it again. I don't want it to change how we love each other. You are my baby and I'm supposed to protect you."

"You do Daddy, it won't happen again. But, I envy my girlfriends, they can have you but I can't. You are the best man on Earth."

"I love you baby."

"I love you Daddy. Maybe I'll set you up with my friends and watch again."

"Setting up with your friends is OK but I'm not so sure about the watching part."

We didn't say anything else to each other that night, falling asleep in each others arms, naked. I must admit, I woke up early in the morning and thought I was with my wife again, cuddling with an erection between us. I lay still, not knowing what to do as Angel opened her eyes, discovering our situation. I pretended to be asleep as I frequently awoke with an erection.

Angela didn't react as I expected and stared at my cock as I faked sleeping. Her hand lightly grazed my erection, seeing if I'd react, I didn't other then my cock twitched at ther touch. I just remained as still as possible. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and started stroking it, slowly as she watched me for a reaction. It was tough being still but I was afraid to move. It was daylight and she was looking over my equipment closely, then her lips surrounded the head, her tongue working it's magic exactly as her mother's did.

Within a few minutes I was ready to explode into her mouth, impossible to hold back from her expertly crafted blow job. Just like her mother, she milked me dry, wave after wave of cum jetted and flowed from my cock into her throat as she greedily sucked me dry, swallowing every drop. 

As soon as she finished milking me, she slid over onto her own sleeping bag. She must have thought I was still sleeping so I pretended to wake up, acting like I would if I'd just had a wet dream.

"Damn," I said.

"What's wrong Daddy?"

"Oh nothing, thought I just had a nice dream."

"I hope it was Daddy. I love you."

"I love you too Angel."

"I hope all your dreams are nice from now on Daddy."



Daddy's Girl



[This is a co-write from another site. My co-author's name is Cali_cookies I told her I would give her props. This is totally different from my other stories. This is Taboo (Stepdaughter/Stepdad) but still Interracial. If it's not your cup of tea, please don't read. If it is, I hope you enjoy!

-Bizzy] 

-Two Years Earlier-

"Morning, Mom," A 16 year old Melanie smiled at her mother.

"Morning," Her mother said. "Why are you so happy? You're usually begging me to call you into school sick."

"Today is the day Sam Wilks asked me to the dance," Melanie announced.

"That's great, Sweetie," Her mom said.

"Morning, Lovely Ladies." Michael, Melanie's step father came downstairs.

"Did you hear that, Darling? A boy is going to ask our little girl to the dance," Her mother kissed Michael's cheek.

"Which boy?" he asked Melanie.

"His name is Sam Wilks," He mother handed Michael his coffee.

"Oh, the boy with penis, I don't like him," Michael sat down.

"Daddy, he's a nice guy and totally hot," Melanie smiled.

"Oh, well since he's totally hot we should let her go," Her mother sided with her.

"Fine, but I want to meet the boy and get a chance to threaten him before you go out. Sweetheart, where's my shot gun?" He asked his wife.

"Daddy!" Melanie shouted.

"Calm down, Melanie, he's only kidding and lighten up Michael; the girl was bound to go on a date eventually. She's a very beautiful girl," Her mother said.

"I know, she looks like her mother and I want to make sure that no boy takes advantage of her," Michael said.

"Dad, I'll be fine." Melanie sighed.

"Fine, I'm still meeting him," Michael said.

"Daddy, be nice please," Melanie begged.

"He will, I promise. How about when you get back from school, will go dress shopping?" her mom asked.

"Sure," Melanie smiled.

"Time to get to school, Young Lady." Michael said. Melanie grabbed her bag and waved goodbye to her parents.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Mom, he asked me out!" Melanie shouted when she got home. "Mom?"

She found a note saying she went to the store and she'd be back in a minute. Melanie decided to go start her homework in the living room. Before she knew it, hours had passed and her mother hadn't come home yet. She heard someone walked through the door but she saw it was Michael.

"Dad, have you heard from mom?" she asked him.

"No, weren't you two supposed to go shopping?" he asked.

"Yeah, but she wrote a note saying she was going to the store and I haven't heard from her," she explained.

"Let me call her, I'm sure she's just being forgetful," He pulled out his phone and dialed her cell. "She not picking up." He ended the call.

"Dad, I'm scared," Melanie said.

"Don't get worked up, Sweetie," He said.

They both were sitting in the living room watching TV and an hour later there was a knock at the door. She ran to answer but saw a police man on the other side.

"Sweetheart, is your dad home?" he asked.

"Dad!" She yelled as she began to panic.

"Mr. Williams?" the police man asked as dad walked up to the door.

"Yes?" he answered.

"I'm sorry to tell you but your wife died in a car accident..."

"Mommy," Melanie broke down. The background fades to black and Melanie is watching a 16 year old her cry.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Melanie woke up and looked at the calendar with tear stained cheeks. Today was the anniversary of her mother's death. She had that dream constantly around the time her mother died, now she just had it yearly on this day. She got washed up and went downstairs to make breakfast for her step father; they'd usually spend today together, no school, no work.

Melanie was a 5 foot 7 girl with beautiful brown skin and long, dark brown hair. Full lips, breasts, hips and thighs. She wore a black tank top and shorts as she started to cooking.

"Morning, Daddy," She smiled.

"You didn't get much sleep?" he asked.

"Neither did you," She joked.

"Same dream?" he asked.

"Why does it still hurt?" she asked him.

"She was your mother, of course it will hurt," He said,"It's just how we heal. The therapist said it's perfectly ok to take years along as we don't dwell and we have each other."

"What would I do without you, Daddy?" She asked him.

"You're strong and beautiful just like your mother, you'd be fine." He smiled,"Just like your mother."

Melanie looked at him. He was staring at her the why he used to look at her mother. She just thought it was because she looked like her but Michael felt a little more.

"Daddy?" Melanie asked.

"Sorry, just daydreaming, what movie did you want to watch first?" he asked, trying to find a distraction.

"Breakfast club, Mom's favorite," She smiled.

"And yours." He smiled.

"So what? It's tradition," She laughed.

"You're lucky I loved you and your mother," He hugged her but held the hug lasted a little longer than normal. Melanie squeezed tighter just thinking he needed comfort and he pulled away.

"I'll set it up," He said.

"I'll finish breakfast," She told him.

~*~*~*~

Melanie sat opposite Michael on the couch, putting her feet in his lap. He laughed a bit before looking up at their mounted television. He watched the opening credits roll and, as usual, he felt the familiar and incessant ache in his chest. He knew Melanie was feeling it, too.

Melanie blinked several times to keep the tears from falling. She had to be strong for her step-father but it was so hard when it hurt so badly. She stole a quick peek at him. His eyes were misty as well... by the end of the first twenty minutes, several tears had made their way out of both of their eyes. Michael looked at her and felt another tug of sadness. He hated seeing her cry... He always felt compelled to make it better, even if he couldn't.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she apologized, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. Seeing the pain in his eyes made her feel that she was only making things worse for him. He gently grabbed her wrist, stilling her hands as she continued to attempt to wipe away all evidence of her emotions.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to play tough for me," he said simply, looking into her puffy brown eyes with his blue ones. After receiving unnecessary consent to show emotion: she threw herself into his arms and broke down completely. He held her tightly as her body shook violently from the force of her loud cries. Tears silently fell from his own eyes as he held her closely. This was what they needed: Refuge from the pain and from life, itself. Soon, she was perfectly calm, resting her heavy and throbbing head on his strong chest. Her cheeks were red and stiff from the dried tears and her nose was stuffy. Michael gently stroked her soft hair, planting soft kisses on her forehead and whispering words of comfort. She relaxed into his warm embrace...

~*~*~*~*~

Two years. It had been two years since Michael's world fell apart. His wife was his everything and she'd been dead for two years. This was a hard pill to swallow for him...It seemed like it was only yesterday that he carried a happy and crying Melody over the threshold of their current house, holding the hand of an ecstatic six-year old Melanie. The years had flown by and she was no longer the child she used to be. Now, she had grown up and filled out. When had his little girl become a young adult?

The therapist told them that it was vital for them to find a way to cope so they could pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. As a result, Melanie joined her school's Dance Team and Michael began renovating their home. Melody always had big plans for their house but she never acted on them. He figured that it would be the perfect tribute to her and an excellent healing opportunity as well.

Michael never even bothered dating again. It wasn't that no one was interested. At thirty-six, he was even more attractive than he was in his twenties, standing at a solid 6'2 with brown hair and chilling blue eyes. To him, there was just no point. No one could ever hold a candle to the memory of his beautiful Melody...

It struck a lot of people as odd that after Melody's death, he assumed custody of Melanie. There were of no blood relation but he loved her as much as, if not more than any man could love their own flesh and blood. Melanie never even considered the thought of leaving Michael and living with someone on her mom's side of the family, he was her dad, the only other person who knew exactly how she felt. They needed each other.

Michael couldn't even fathom walking out on her and Melody like her biological dad did. Melody always said that Melanie's biological dad was always looking for the 'bigger, better deal'. To him, nothing could be better than waking up to Melody in his bed every morning and watching Melanie grow up. He was there for almost everything from age six and on: He remembered watching her sit up all night waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve with milk and cookies and sneaking in at the last minute to scarf them down before she woke up, he remembered all the Band-Aids that he had to put on her knees when she fell off her bike the first time she tried to ride it without training wheels, he remembered Melody slipping money under her pillow for 'the Tooth Fairy'... he remembered it all.

Michael could see a change in Melanie in the time since her mother's death. She had become particularly active in the student body and buried herself in her schoolwork. He noticed that she only seemed depressed when April came around and she would be back to normal by early May.

She excelled at everything that she did, including Dance. She was captain of the team and had lead them to championships several times. Michael loved watching her do what she loved but he absolutely hated the way the horny high school boys ogled her body... She was his baby girl and he was not about to sit around and watch her be disrespected.

~*~*~*~*~

"You know Sabrina is throwing a party tonight, we have to get you out of this funk," Traci mentioned to Melanie. Melanie sighed knowing she didn't have any intention of going to this party; she had nothing to celebrate one day after the anniversary.

"I don't think so," Melanie closed her locker.

"Ok, I won't push you. You need a ride?" Traci asked.

"No, I need the fresh air," Melanie gave a small smile.

"Call me if you change your mind?" Traci asked and Melanie nodded and headed home. She took a good few deep breaths while she was walking home, she felt almost as if her mother was with her. She got so caught up in the feeling that when she arrived home she did something she hadn't done it years.

"Mom!" she called out and was instantly struck with the pain that she never going to answer back. She closed the door and sunk down to the floor holding her chest. She felt like she was going to be ripped apart, she hadn't felt this way since the day she found out that her mother had died.

She wiped the few quiet tears that fell and ran up to her room and tried to calm down. She started her homework which was a distraction and even did extra credit work to keep the busy but when she was done she was just left to face the pain. She had to find a way out; she couldn't stand not seeing her mother one more day. There was always one bad day, when she was left alone that her mother's death damn near pushed her off the edge and today was it. The good thing about today was that she knew that after this she'd feel better.

"Melanie!" Michael called and she ran downstairs.

"Daddy?" she walked downstairs and threw herself into his arms.

"Today was the bad day?" he asked and she nodded into his chest.

"That means tomorrow will be better," He kissed the top of her head.

"Can I go to a party tonight?" She asked him.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" he asked.

"I need to be around people." She mumbled.

"Well I'm here and I brought pizza, your favorite." He said.

"I think we both need to start going out more." She looked at the floor, not sure if that's really what she wanted for him. She didn't want anyone making him happy besides her, since she was all he had left. She just said it to get to the party.

"I guess you're right but I'm staying in tonight, had a long hard day." He said.

"I'm gonna go get dressed." She finally departed from his arms and walked upstairs.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Well, what do you think?" Melanie walked downstairs in a simple blouse and jeans.

"Don't you think those jeans are a little too tight?" he asked.

"They're fine, Daddy. I can do the splits in these or kick a guy in the face if he gets out of hand." She smiled.

"My girl," He smiled.

"What about a jacket?" he asked.

"At the door," She gestured to her jean jacket.

"Aren't those shoes a bit too high?" he questioned.

"Daddy," She glowered at him.

"Fine, do you need a ride?" he asked.

"Traci's here," She told him.

"Be careful," He kissed her cheek and watched her jump into a car and drive off.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"This isn't working," Melanie said after her fourth beer.

"Why are you drinking so much, you don't drink?" Traci asked. Melanie sighed and looked around until her spotted something of interest.

"Be right back," She mumbled to Traci and walked over to a group of kids taking shots.

"What you drinking?" She asked.

"Southern Comfort, want a shot?" a kid answered. Melanie nodded her head and took her first shot of many.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael woke up to crashing furniture and ran downstairs to see Melanie giggling.

"Baby Girl, are you ok?" he went to help her up.

"Yep," Michael helped the girl off the floor into her bedroom.

"I wouldn't have let you go if I knew this is how you were going to cope with your mother's death," He tossed her on the bed and she just busted out into a fit a giggles as he helped her with her shirt. His breath hitched up in his throat at the sight of her in her bra. He shook the awful thoughts out of his head and worked on her jeans.

"Like what you see?" Melanie flirted.

"You're drunk and need to go to bed," he said.

"I lied earlier. I don't want you to go out with other women. I want you to be with me," she admitted.

"Melanie..." she grabbed his hands that rested and her hips and brought them up to her breasts. He gasped as she began to force his hands to massage her perky, ebony mounds.

"Melanie..."

"Shh," She placed her finger on his lips then grabbed his collar and kissed him. He brain suddenly disconnected from his body and he functioned off of instinct. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and kissed her back. Her tongue danced around in his mouth and he could taste the alcohol, if smelling wasn't enough to tell she wasn't in her right mind. Who knew if she'd freak out in the morning or if she'd even remember but she needed him right now, the same way he's always needed her. He moved from her mouth to her neck.

Melody

Melody

Melanie tried to enjoy this time with Michael but her mother's name kept echoing in her mind.

Melody

Melanie began to feel the tears fall down her cheeks and she sobbed to relieve the aching pain she felt in her chest.

"Melanie?" Michael asked when he realized she was crying. His eyes grew huge with worry when he realized he was calling out his wife's name.

"I'm so sorry," He said. She just held on to him and cried until she blacked out.

~*~*~*~

When Melanie woke up, her head was throbbing and her throat was dry and itchy. She groaned at the sunlight shining through her window. She sat up groggily and looked around her room: There was an overturned lamp as well as her end table. She looked down at herself to see that she was in her bra and a pair of unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. What the hell happened last night? The last thing she remembered was walking over to those kids and taking shots at the party... and then... Oh, God!

She made out with her daddy! She wanted him... badly. How could she ever face him again? He must be totally disgusted by her... but didn't he kiss her back?

~*~*~*~

Michael splashed water on his face. He did the worst thing a father could do: he kissed his daughter. Sure, she was throwing herself at him but she was inebriated. He was the adult. He was supposed to be in control. His mind traveled back to the feeling of her full lips against his, the sweet taste of her tongue as it moved in perfect synchrony with his, the feel of her soft skin in his hands... No! He took advantage of her love and her trust... Melody was probably rolling over in her grave... Melody. What would she think of him?

He just hoped that by some act of God, Melanie wouldn't remember. After slipping on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, he went downstairs to find her making breakfast as usual. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat when he saw her in her white tank top and hot pink Soffe shorts. How had he never noticed the curve of her thighs and the soft swell of her breasts and ass?

He sat at the table and Melanie promptly placed a plate in front of him, kissing his cheek like she did every morning. "Good morning, Daddy," she said, flashing him a white smile. She knew exactly what happened last night and she was sure he did, too... the only logical thing she could think to do was to act like nothing happened.

"Good morning, Sweetheart. We need to talk," he said, taking a sip of his orange juice.

Her heart jumped in her throat, terrified about what he would say. Would he send her away? Where would she go?

She nodded like a small child being sent to the corner. She began to sit across from him and he shook his head, gesturing to the chair beside him. She slowly walked to the chair and sat down.

"Melanie, I'm very disappointed in you," he said sternly. That was the worst thing for her, worse than any punishment she could think of: she had disappointed him. Seeing the heat behind his gaze, her heart broke all over again.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I just wasn't thinking straight last night... I made a mistake. Please forgive me," she pleaded, battling the threat of tears.

"You're damn right you weren't thinking! Melanie, you drank alcohol last night! You came home drunk and falling all over yourself! What if someone had-... Someone could have-.... I expected so much better," he said, the tone of his voice vibrating the walls. As bad as it hurt, she was just glad he wasn't confronting her about the kiss.

"I know, Daddy! I was just...I don't know. I just wanted to forget!" she said, covering her face in shame.

Michael grabbed her hands and brought them down so he could look into her eyes. "Drinking won't make you forget, Baby Girl," he said quietly. Melanie had a feeling that he knew that from experience. "I love you, Melanie."

"I love you, too, Daddy," she said, smiling slightly.

~*~*~*~

"I'm never going out with you again!" Melanie shouted, smacking Traci in the arm.

"What did I do?" Traci asked, raising her eyebrows, "You're the one that can't hold your liquor!"

"How much did I drink and what happened last night?" Melanie asked, trying to remember.

"I lost count after your fourth shot of So-Co...I tried to get you to stop but you wouldn't. I had to pry the shot glass from your hand because you were making friends with those kids and I knew they were up to no good. I had to basically carry your heavy ass to your front door... I would have got you inside but you kept saying 'I can do it! I don't want Daddy being mad at me'. Once you were safely inside, I drove home... How much trouble did you get in?" Traci asked.

"He yelled at me a bit and told me he was disappointed in me," Melanie said, pretending that his words didn't cut as deep as they really did.

"I'm sorry, Mel," Traci said, looking at Melanie giving her a reassuring smile, knowing how much Michael's opinion meant to her.

"It's fine. I just wish I could make it up to him," Melanie said, resting her forehead on her hand.




Daddy's Girl



~*~*~*~*~

"Mel... Teens mess up, parents get mad... it's normal. He'll get over it, you'll see," Traci said, shrugging.

"I hope so," Melanie said with a sigh, "I hope so."

~*~*~*~

His hands were so soft...

I can still feel his lips....

He wanted you as much as you wanted him....

Melanie shook her head for the third time trying to concentrate on her homework. Ever since that night, these thoughts about her d...him...have been popping into her head, causing her sex to throb. Melanie was glad they had their relationship back but these feeling of lust wouldn't go away. He raised her as if she were his blood born daughter, how can she even think of him like this.

"I'm sick," She sighed. "I'm totally disgusting."

She walked over to her bed to lie down and stare at the ceiling. She took some deep breaths trying to clear her mind. Her mind began to wonder to him...

His breath on her neck. Every inch of his sweating naked flesh pressed up against hers. His hands rolling her plump breast in hishands, his fingers teasing her erect nipples. Melanie bit back a moan rising in her throat. She fought against his name begging to escape from her lips in a sexy moan.

Her sex pounded in anticipation pleading to be touched, teased and satisfied. Beads of sweat began to form on her body as his muscles flexed around her. She suddenly tensed up as what she wanted touched had finally been touched. His rough fingers played with the bundle of nerves and she felt herself opening up to him.

Her body began to shake as a pressure began to build up in her core. This is why she needed him: he did things to her body that she never felt before. Each simple stroke on her body pushed her to limits she knew nothing of. She knew he wanted her to moan, she knew he wanted to hear his name from her voice. After the endless torture at the peak of her orgasm she opened her eyes...

Melanie climaxed in her bed and shuddered from the pure pleasure radiating from her body. She shut her legs tightly as soon as she got the feeling back in them. She felt how wet her hand was and her eyes went wide. She had just masturbated to the thought of her father! She began to hyperventilate as so many emotions fluttered through her.

"Melanie?" Michael knocked on the door.

"One moment," She discarded her clothes and threw on her robe.

"Yeah?" She signaled for him to come in.

"Um...What do you want for dinner?" he asked, his voice sounding a bit strained.

"I took out the ground beef, so meatloaf?" she said, just wanting this conversation to end.

"Ok. Did I disrupt you?" he asked.

"I was just gonna go take a shower, I can't concentrate on homework," She admitted.

"Ok, when you're done come down and help me." he said.

"Sure." She smiled, meeting the eyes she imagined watched her as he pleasured her body. He walked out. She ran into the shower to wash herself clean of all these thoughts. He loved her mother, he'd always love her mother and she should be ashamed of wanting to be anything other than a daughter to him. Her mother must be looking down on her in shame.

But she didn't care. She wanted more than just to fuck him, she wanted to love him the way he hasn't been loved for years now. Should she been penalized for that? Wanting to be the one person is someone's life that has been everything in hers? She leaned against the shower lost in thought.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael was downstairs cooking and trying to shake off what he's seen. He went to ask her about the other night but saw her on her bed, touching herself. He was instantly aroused as she caressed her breasts and was leaking precum when she began rubbing. She was so passionate and beautiful as she brought herself to an orgasm. All the time he stood outside her door, thinking 'that could be me'.

"She's my daughter, I loved her mother," He said trying to put the ingredients together.

"Daddy, did you put the eggs in?" Melanie interrupted his train of thought.

"Eggs?" he asked.

"To bind it together. Mom taught me that." She mumbled. Michael looked at Melody in one of his shirts he gave her when she was young, tied up showing her midriff.

"How about you make the potatoes?" she suggested.

"Good idea. Can't mess up mashed potatoes," He laughed and she smiled.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Meatloaf is almost ready, Daddy," Melanie smiled at him.

"Good. Mashed potatoes just need to be plated." Michael said.

"Daddy?" Michael turned to face her and she looked so innocent. He placed her hands on her waist and was walking her backwards.

"Daddy?" her back hit the refrigerator. He leaned in to kiss her and after their lips met she pushed him back.

"Daddy!" she looked at him shocked.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking," he said and then she kissed him. He turned them around and lifted her on the island. He lifted her shirt off her hot flesh as she pulled on the elastic of his sweats, just enough to expose him. He relieved her of her shorts and she wrapped her legs around him.

He lifted her up and in one fluid motion he was in. "Michael!" She moaned.

"Louder, say my name louder." He ordered.

"Michael!" She moaned flirtatiously in his ear.

Michael woke up drenched in sweat from his dream. It felt so real, she felt so real.

"Damn it!" he mumbled and tried to go back to sleep with a hard on.

~*~*~*~

Michael tossed and turned in the darkness but it was no use... he'd never get to sleep with this raging hard-on distracting him. Inappropriate thoughts of Melanie looped endlessly in his mind every time he closed his eyes. He had watched her masturbate earlier but he never stopped to think about who she was thinking of... Which horny punk had his Baby Girl soaking her sheets? The thought angered him to no end... Frankly, it pissed him off. She was his...daughter. He let out a frustrated sigh and gripped his rigid cock, stroking vigorously:

Melanie's naked body laid seductively in his bed, her brown hair splayed on his pillow like a dark halo. Her silky, soft skin glowed in the moonlight eager for his touch. She smirked knowingly at him and spread her legs, exposing her smooth, young pussy. He let out a pained groan as she gestured to him with her index finger. He slowly crawled between her brown thighs and rested between them. He kissed her slender neck, nibbling here and there, trailing down to her breasts. He took one of her erect, dark nipples in his mouth as he slowly slid into her.

"Daddy," she moaned as he thrust himself deeper into her tight wetness. Jesus, she felt so good... it was like she was made for him. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders as he continued to move inside of her. Sweat dripped down his back as he slowly rotated his hips, making sure to touch everything inside. "Daddy, you feel so good!" she praised, breathlessly.

"You do, too, Baby Girl," he whispered, claiming her mouth with his. She squealed into his mouth as he increased his pace and lightly pinched one of her nipples. In one motion, he pulled her on top of him and helped her lower herself on his cock. He gripped her hips tightly as she rested a hand on his chest and bounced on top of him, filling herself repeatedly. He watched in a trance as she nibbled her bottom lip and moaned loudly. He cupped her heaving breasts in his hands, relishing in the feel of them. Soon, her pussy began to pulse rhythmically on his cock.

"Shit," he grunted, feeling his cock tense up... he wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

"I love you, Daddy," she said innocently causing him to blow his load with a loud groan...

~*~*~*~

He looked around at the ridiculous mess he'd made and groaned at the thought of cleaning it up. This wasn't normal. Not normal at all. Finally relaxed, he drifted off to sleep...

~*~*~*~

Disappointed in you... Melanie...Expected so much better...You're drunk...Go to bed... Baby Girl...I love you...

Melanie sat up with a start. She looked at her clock on her bedside table to find that she had woken up before her alarm clock. The last few days had been really hard on her especially the fact that she was battling unacceptable feelings about her daddy.

She pulled out her books and completed the homework that couldn't finish the night before and slipped into a pair of training shorts and a tank top, deciding to get started on breakfast a little early today.

She descended the stairs and went into the kitchen only to see Michael sitting at the breakfast bar, resting his forehead in his hand.

"Daddy?" she said, worried. He looked up at her and gave her an uncomfortable smile.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Morning, Daddy. Are you okay? You don't look so good," she said walking over to him and taking his hand.

"Neither do you... rough night?" he said, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah... Daddy, are you mad at me?" she asked, looking away from him.

He grabbed her chin and forced her to look in his eyes. She took note of the bags underneath them. "No, why? Should I be?"

Melanie shook her head. "No... but you said you were disappointed in me and... I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, blinking back tears.

"Melanie, I said that because I was angry and a little hurt because I felt like you took advantage of me but I'm not mad at you anymore. I love you," he said, resisting the urge to kiss her quivering, full lips.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she said, relieved.

~*~*~*~

"Traci, can I stay at your house this weekend?" Melanie asked Traci. Melanie couldn't take 2 days in that house alone with her dad.

"Sorry my grandma and cousin are coming into town, so I'm on family bonding duty," She sighed.

"That's ok," Melanie collected her things and headed home. Her dad was at work luckily but he would be home in a few short hours, what was she gonna do then? Because she'd been doing as much homework as possible to kill the inappropriate thoughts she was having about her father, she threw herself into house work.

"Ok, I've swept, mopped, cleaned the stove and oven, dished, vacuumed, dusted," she counted off to herself. She realized how hard she was working and began to sweat. She decided to take a shower.

"Baby Girl?" her dad called when he finally got home.

"Hi, Daddy," She smiled at him. He saw her body glisten with sweat just like his dream, he fought back the erotic thoughts he was having.

"Were you just working out?" he asked.

"No, I was cleaning and I was about to go take a shower." She said.

Can I join you? Michael shook his head and cleared his throat.

"Daddy?" Melanie asked.

"I'm fine just a little over-worked," He said.

"Ok, sit down, I'll get you some water." She said. She poured two glasses and sat them down on the table.

"Thanks and the place looks great," He said.

"Thanks and Daddy, can I ask you something?" she asked him.

"Anything." He said. Her mouth loss the ability to form words.

"Can you heat up the leftovers while I go hit the shower?" she asked him.

"Yeah," She walked quickly upstairs and jumped in the shower. She couldn't believe that she was about to ask him about that night but they had to clear it up or they'd never be comfortable together again. She was gonna ask him tonight, she wanted her dad back.

She chickened out on asking him at dinner but while they were awkwardly watching TV, she built up her courage.

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Yeah?" he asked her.

"About the night...I got drunk..." Michael froze. She couldn't be asking about this. If she found out he had developed some kind of attraction for her, she'd call the cops.

"You're really not mad at me?" she backed out again. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, of course not." He said.

"That's it?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm gonna get us something to drink," He grabbed the cups.

"Did you kiss me back?" her chest heaved up and down trying to catch her breath. It was out there now, she couldn't take it back no matter how much she wanted to. She had to know about that night.

He froze, not knowing what to say but understanding why she'd been so confused all day. He couldn't lie to her and have her feel like it was all her fault. He had to fess up to what he'd done.

"Yes," He mumbled never turning back around. Melanie suddenly became light headed. She wanted to kiss him that night, the alcohol lowered her inhibitions but he was sober and he kissed her back.

"Will you kiss me again?" she asked then regretting it. He turned around, shocked. She wanted to be kissed again. She didn't run and scream at the fact that they shared that kiss.

"Really?" he asked and she nodded. He thought this was one of his dreams, he waited for her to disappear. He walked up to her and slowly placed his lips to hers.

His lips were still as soft as she remembered as they molded around hers. She was kissing her stepfather and she liked it.



Daddy's Girl



A deep and rather dark tale of life, if you don't like incest stories or have firm beliefs about transitioning and its processes and emotional issues then this story is not for you..

It isn't a true story either, just one from my dark imagination so don't take it too seriously

Cant wait for your feedback...

Lisa xx

***

Times had been hard living at home all these years and trying to hide the secret that I longed to become a woman, not just a transvestite but a full woman with ripe full breasts and a wet tight pussy for guys to enjoy but I knew for now I could only hope to dress as and when I could go away or had the family house to myself.

After making friends with a couple of other transgender girls and making my way out onto the scene socialising with others like me, getting a lot of compliments on my looks a friend suggested I try working as a Trans escort to earn some money towards moving to my own home or my surgery to become the woman I had always wanted to be.

Knowing there was no way I could do this from the family home a friend offered me a couple of evenings at her apartment , she always worked late a couple of evenings a week in a local bar giving me time to dress and entertain clients in total discretion.

So deciding to escort was a big step forward and soon after registering myself online and adding some photos I got a few emails from guys wanting discreet appointments and sure enough I had become an escort, normally I would spend time with 2 or 3 guys a week at around £100 an hour for anything from kissing and cuddling to being fucked or fucking them.

It wasn't until a few months had passed that I really started to gain a regular list of clientele some of which I even fancied and went out for meals and to clubs with and some that to be honest I was never comfortable with, as my bank balance grew I knew deep inside that the feminine side to me was becoming more and more strong so with that I decided it was time to move into my own home and make Lisa become a full time reality.

Around this time my friend was also looking to move so even better as we decided to move into a huge 3 bedroom flat on the outskirts of the town centre where we could discreetly work and play, the last thing I expected though was my mother and father to divorce and the world to be tipped upside down emotionally again.

There I was beginning my transition into the girl I have always felt inside and now I had my parents pulling me one way then the other, the short and long term of it is that I stopped speaking to either of them and as an only child that must of hurt but I told them I needed to get on with my life too.

6 months or so later I had started to develop my breasts and I was preparing to go into surgery to have implants as I had now decided to make the first stage of transition full time, meeting with my mother and discussing things she said that although she was sorry to loose her only son she will happily embrace her daughter especially after I showed her pictures of me dressed as a woman.

I knew at some point I had to tell my father but after the discussion with my mother about their split I knew it was not going to be to hard to tell him, my mother had made me swear to his secret as she had caught him having sex with a transvestite in their bed and that is why they had split.

My mother told me that my day had always been slightly effeminate behind his big macho exterior and that he had many affairs with guys and trans girls before she had decided she could no longer handle knowing what he was doing behind her back, I now wondered if this was the reason why I had become who I now was. 

With all the ups and downs along with the emotional problems I had long ago given up my daytime job as now my escorting was bringing me in £500 plus a week just from working maybe 4 to 5 hours a week, I had always wondered how such beautiful women never seem to work but have a comfortable lifestyle and now I thought I had it figured out.

I knew at some point I had to tell my father but after what I had learnt about him I knew it was going to be easier than I first thought, arranging to meet him with a trans friend by my side for support we met in a favourite coffee shop in town and I decided skirting around the issues was not going to work so I would just tell him straight.

Expecting him to be surprised I sat looking at him slowly drinking his coffee and looking over the table at me and my friend, and then finally he said well I wish you all the best but I want nothing more to do with you.

Standing and dropping a £10 note onto the table for the drinks he simply chucked on his jacket and left leaving me feeling numb inside, knowing his dirty secrets that I swore never to reveal to anyone I swallowed back the tears and pain and decided to just get on with my life.

Knowing I had my mothers support I then dived head long into my surgery having B cup breast implants and surgery to my face along with fat reductions and other jobs to give me a perfectly feminine look, I knew the risks and the costs but knew I needed to do it and the next few weeks were agony both physically and emotionally but I had my best friend Chloe a non op Ts and my mother by my side the whole time.

Leaving hospital some weeks later and dressing in clothes that clung to my new body and breasts for the very first time felt amazing, I knew I still had my cock but for some reason I felt that wouldn't matter yet and I was happy in my new life, the same night I went out with my trans friends and all the comments I got made me feel a million dollars also I met a gorgeous guy who got the shock of his life later that night but that's for a later chapter of my life.

All the time I had continued escorting to pay my bills and my now expensive tastes for clothes, shoes and socialising as a gorgeous woman, my best friend helped me a lot as we were of the same build but she was a stunning big breasted blonde and I was slightly less busty and with long dark hair just past my shoulders with the tips brushing my breasts, standing around 5 feet 9 out of my heels with a slim waist and a full butt I always drew attention.

Managing to get into a size 10 had been a lifelong dream and since my surgery I was now able to wear clothing I had lusted after as a transvestite, slinky short dresses to show off my 32 inch legs and figure hugging mini dresses for sexy nights out and in with clients or lucky guys.

One morning I awoke to the sound of my flat mate having wild sex with her over night client and not able to stay in my room and have to listen to it I decided to chuck on my jeans and a nice warm jumper and head to the café with my laptop, slipping out of the flat and down the street I couldn't wait for the first coffee of the day.

Stepping in and finding my favourite sofa free I made myself comfortable and one of the waiters brought over my regular order of a large latte and left me in peace to wake up a little, popping open my laptop and logging into my work account I saw I had 3 emails, 2 from regulars and one from a new guy I had not spoken to before.

Opening the email up it said he was a professional mid 40's guy looking for a new experience with a beautiful trans girl so thinking it was the normal kind of mail I get I sent my cut and paste reply with my phone number so he could call before booking and with that I went back to a popular auction site to spend more money.

As I sat relaxing my flat mate suddenly showed up with a guy and promptly dumped herself down next to me before telling me what a great fuck he was, replying yes I heard babe she got the message and shut up. He didn't stay long and as soon as he finished his coffee he said I will see you soon and got up and left.

Telling Chloe about the email I had got she agreed it was the normal kind of mail we usually received and as she checked the email address he had left she looked at me and said he has the same surname as you, looking again I noticed the initial before it was the same as my fathers and as we sat discussing the possibility that it could be him my mobile rang.

Looking first at the email then my mobile it was the same number he had left for me so answering it politely I got chatting about what he was looking for and as usual he wanted straight forward sex no strings just a fuck then leave which said to me this was not to be a first time experience for him but I decided I would meet him anyway.

Making the booking for early evening we ended our conversation and in moments he had booked me online so I could confirm his details, asking Chloe to stay in tonight I said to her I have this horrible feeling deep in my gut that its him.

As usual we spent the day shopping and enjoying the attention we always got from guys around the town but soon enough evening was upon us and as I showered and prepared myself for my client the thought that it could be my father just would not leave me, asking Chloe what should I do if it is him she simply said ride him until he cums then call him daddy.

I knew her advice would be nothing but harsh but that is why I loved her so much, Chloe had always been there for me since the first night I went out dressed and nervous, plus she had been an escort for over 5 years now and she just had this way about her that the world could not touch her unless she wanted it to and I loved her for that.

As 7pm came around I was ready for him in my best lingerie and a short but very sexy black dress and 5 inch stilettos which made me feel amazing every time I slid them on, its fair to say I have a huge shoe fetish and own over 50 pairs of stilettos in all colours and styles.

The door bell rang and I pleaded with Chloe to answer the door as if it was him I just couldn't face going through with it, deciding to go into the kitchen instead and prepare a couple of glasses of white wine Chloe led the guy into the lounge and then came to see me, her words shocked me to the core as she said you had better have one of those now, its him.

Fighting the nerves off I had to treat this like any other evening with a client so as I slid into the lounge and sat by his side I felt sick deep inside but as he told me how stunning I looked and stroked my legs with a open hand I soon felt our lips meeting and our tongues entwining together, rubbing at his groin through his smart business trousers I discovered just how big he was.

Wasting no time he lived up to what I had thought, this was just to be hard and fast sex with no strings so wasting no more time I unzipped his flies and slid my long manicured nails into his boxer shorts to get a feel of his manhood, still kissing him deeply he undid his belt and slid his trousers and boxers off in one exposing his thick veiny 9 inch cock.

Closing my eyes I slid into his lap and began to suck him gently taking his cock inch by inch into the back of my throat and trying to forget I was sucking off my own father, suddenly feeling his hand at the back of my head he forced as much of his cock as I cock get into my throat choking me and making me gag, releasing me before repeating it over and over again until he was seeping his pre cum into my mouth.

Finally releasing me he said now loose that dress you tart, I want to fuck your arsehole...

I had already planned for this to happen but didn't know that is was him or how big his dick was, as I slid out of my dress and suggested we go to my bedroom he said he wanted me to ride him then and there, groping at the lace hem of my panties as I stood in front of him he pulled them down forcefully and then asked why I wasn't hard for him.

Explaining I never get hard anymore due to my hormones he said well I will just have to satisfy your arse then wont I..

Being something of an expert by now in taking anal I slid a condom onto his fat cock with my mouth while I reached between my legs and lubed my tight little bum for this monster dick to fuck, I knew I was not going to enjoy this at all but little did he know my secret I was yet to reveal.

Sliding into his lap and releasing my bra to let my 34B breasts loose he expertly sucked at my rock hard nipples as I slowly took his shaft into my anus the whole time looking at the picture of me and Chloe together with friends on the living room wall, it was soon obvious I was not enough for him though as he grabbed my waist and ploughed all 9 inches of his meat into my anus making me wince in pain as I took it as best I could.

Bouncing me on his thick cock whilst he continued to pull and suck on my nipples I was trying to enjoy the fuck I was receiving but knowing it was my father fucking me I just could not enjoy it so I had to fake my moans of pleasure as he fucked me harder and harder, after what seemed like forever he asked me to get off of him and lay on my back on the black soft leather of the sofa and as I did he pulled off his condom.

Expecting him to wank over me he said I will pay extra to bareback you, I really do want to cum in your butt girl...

Not really wanting my fathers spunk up me I said I prefer protected sex only but it seems I was not going to get a choice as he already was on top of me pushing my thighs back as I felt his thick long cock entering me again, as he got a rhythm he told me how nicer fuck I was and how he is going to love cumming inside me.

Telling him he was the best fuck I had ever had I could not wait for him to finish as not only was he fucking me hard and rough but the emotions I was going through just did not help me enjoy the sex as I usually do even with guys I may not fancy to much. 

I knew his reputation and his secrets but as I felt his full balls slapping my arsehole with each drive deep inside me I moaned and came all over my groin and his cock, now I had given him even more lube to fuck me with he slammed into me harder and faster than ever before in fact so hard it began to hurt me.

Begging him to stop as I was in pain he pushed his hand over my mouth and said I will stop once I fill you with my cum you fucking whore, I was glad that day that Chloe had stayed close by as she walked in with a small baton we keep for safety and said you either get off of her or I will drive this in to your face.

Pulling his cock from my now bloodied and dripping anus he drove back into me one last time unloading his spunk inside me, spurt after spurt first into my anus then all over my stomach and breasts making me feel ill at the sight of him cumming all over me.

As soon as he was spent and sat back to relax he apologised and said he should of told me he likes rough sex, sat looking at him with tears in my eyes I said you don't realise who I am do you?

Shaking his head he replied your just another Tgirl to me..

No longer could I hold it back and as Chloe came to my side I said I am your son or at least I was, you know the one you disowned you filthy pervert.

All of a sudden his eyes widened and he saw past the make up and the surgery and began to cry uncontrollably apologising for what he had done to me, telling me how beautiful I looked and how he missed my mother.

With that I got up and told him exactly what he told me all those months ago, I never ever want to see you again and with that he dressed threw the money onto the coffee table and left.

Collapsing back onto the sofa physically exhausted and emotionally drained Chloe pulled be into her side and as we laid there she softly said I love you and I will always be here for you whatever happens.

Lisa x 



Daddy's Girl



She was home from high school...finally. All day she had been having naughty thoughts tumbling through her little mind...thoughts that made her tingle down below in her white, French cut, thong panties. They were forbidden thoughts of her Daddy that made her 18-year-old pussy so wet and hot!

She had been thinking of the time that she had accidently come into the bathroom while her Daddy was in the shower. She had seen him, naked, before he had even noticed her...seen him soaping up the shower. Soaping his whole body, including his cock. Her Daddy had such a big cock!

Then there were the many times that she had heard her parents in the bedroom next to hers...fucking hard and loud. The things that he made her Mommy say! Dirty, nasty, naughty, loud things...things that would make her gasp and run to the wall of her bedroom to get a better listen. 

After she got home from school, she ran upstairs to her room, whipped off most of her clothes as fast as she could and went into her parent's room. This was the room where the noises had come from...maybe even the room where she had been conceived those 18 years ago. She sought out her father's closet, found one of his ties, and then descended the stairs again into the living room. 

She brought the tie up to her pretty blonde face and started to smell it. She loved the smell of her Daddy. It was a nice, fresh, clean smell...a man's smell. It made her even hornier though! 

She plopped right down onto the couch in just her white panties and nothing else, and then started run her hands down her smooth, tight body. She was only 5'4" tall and weighed around 120 pounds. Her long blonde hair was tousled down her back. Her naked, C-cup breasts rose and fell as she sniffed her Daddy's tie and started touch herself. 

It was only recently that she had learned how to touch herself...how to make herself feel good. She started to rub down between her slightly spread, slim legs...over the front of her white panties. The thoughts in her mind; the smells in her nose; the touch of her little fingers; the sounds of her breathing...almost all her senses were making her crazy! She started to work her small fingertips up and down across her bald, little, virgin pussy...teasing her tiny clit...thinking of what she would like to be doing with her Daddy.

He had been having a rough day at work. Too many things were on his mind that afternoon, but, most of all, he was happy to be off of work early...for once. Off early enough to head on home and relax for a bit longer than usual...for a change. His car was being worked on that week, so he had one of his co-worker's give him a ride home. Having been dropped off at the curb just around the corner from his home, he entered quickly through the front door...right into the living room.

He was shocked at what he saw! There was his daughter...his little "princess"...hand in her panties...panties that were way too "grown-up"for her...rubbing her pussy. She was so wet; he could see a damp spot right in the front of her panties too...right between her thin, smooth legs. 

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" he asked quickly.

She was stunned...she was caught...caught with her hands on her clit and her nose full of her Daddy's tie. 

"Wh-why are you home so early?" she responded in her high-pitched voice, her green eyes big and wide. 

She quickly withdrew her hand out of her panties, dropping the tie behind the couch, covering her breasts with her small hands, trying to pretend like she wasn't doing anything.

Her Daddy started to walk over to her on the couch.

"Well, I can see that you weren't expecting me sweetheart, but what are you doing?"

"Nn-nothing. I...I was watching TV," she said.

Her Daddy sat down on the edge of the couch...right next to her and looked over at the TV screen. He smiled. The TV obviously hadn't been on for hours, and the remote control was nowhere to be found. He had lost it the night before after falling asleep on the couch while watching TV.

"You were watching the TV while it was off? Hmmmm...I see, and what was that you were holding?" he said. 

His eyes were now fixated on her body...her trim, 18 year-old body. He hadn't seen her naked in many years. From what he had just seen briefly, her nipples were as hard as little pebbles, and her breathing was coming fast now. Her body was so smooth...from her sweet, innocent face, across her neck, down across her torso, past her smooth belly with her cute, little belly button and her long legs. 

He couldn't resist sliding his large hands onto her body. He started by moving her hands out of the way and stroking her hard nipples, squeezing them, pinching them, waiting for her to react. He kneaded her firm, teenaged breasts in his hands, feeling her nipples scrape against the palms of his big hands.

"It was nothing Daddy," she breathed to him. 

Her body naturally arched towards him...his touch felt so good!

He slid one of his hands down her belly, slipping one of his long, thick fingers under the waistband of her panties, starting to brush right against her bald, little pussy. 

"I don't believe you. I think that was my tie you were sniffing and that you were thinking of me...thinking of your Daddy," he said.

She gasped!

"I know that you think of your Daddy every time that you feel like this."

He started to rub her hardening little clit, and she started to open her legs a little wider. His hands were big and warm, and they were all over her nearly naked body! Her mind started to race at ten thousand miles a minute.

"Nn-no Daddy...I...I wasn't doing anything."

He started to slide the tips of his first two fingers inside her wet, super-tight little virgin hole. He smiled...a wider smile now.

"Don't think your Daddy hasn't seen you looking at him in the shower. What did you think I did after I saw you peeking at me, out of the corner of my eye, as I was washing up a few months ago?"

Her green eyes were as wide as they could be now...he had known about her!

He started to finger fuck her virgin-tight pussy...just barely going in and out of her. As one hand was over her bald, wet, hot, little pussy...his other hand started to slide her soaking wet panties down.

"Your Daddy touched his cock in the shower...got it all big and hard. It felt so good knowing that you had been watching me! Now, were you thinking of your Daddy while you were touching yourself just now?"

She said nothing. She could only look up at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, spreading her legs even farther so he could slide his fingers even deeper inside her.

"Your Daddy thinks about you all the time sweetheart. You're so pretty...Daddy's pretty little princess. Daddy loves thinking about his sweet, little girl's pussy all day long."

"OH!" she cried out.

The words that her Daddy said to her and his fingers wiggling their way deeper in her than hers had ever been before overwhelmed her. She was slowly being filled up by her Daddy!

His two big, thick fingers were buried all the way inside his little princess' pussy now...pumping in and out...getting all wet from her little hole. She was so hot inside for her Daddy!

He continued, "Daddy can't help it! My sweetheart's sexy little body is too much for me to ignore. Those slutty outfits that you wear to school...those skimpy bathing suits that I buy for you? They drive your Daddy absolutely wild!"

He leaned his head way down between her spread legs to lick her exposed, stiff clit, while still finger fucking her.

"Oh Daddy!" she moaned.

"Mmmmmmmm...tastes just like your Daddy's dreamed of...so sweet and good!" he moaned in return.

He started to suck on her hard clit and wet, bald lips...sucking them into his mouth and feeling her clit throb against his tongue...between his lips.

She let out an even louder moan finally, "Daddy...DADDY...I was thinking about you Daddy," she finally admitted. "I was thinking about you when you came in...except...I-I was thinking about sucking on your big cock!"

Her dirty words made him hard as stone in his pants now. He quickly stood up and started to unzip his pants.

"Are you sure that's what you really want sweetheart? Your Daddy's cock is SO hard for you right now!"

He looked down at her face and said, "Do you want to see it?"

She quickly nodded and moaned again.

He couldn't believe his good fortune! He pulled his big, fat, hard cock out of his pants, showing it to his little princess. 

He was SO much bigger than when she had seen him in the shower. Eight hard inches of Daddy meat and SO fat too...her Daddy was almost six inches around in circumference!

He gripped the base of his bloated, oversized cock in his hand, and it swelled even fatter and thicker than ever. Then, he pushed it right up to her lips.

At first, he just felt her smooth lips up against the end of his fat cockhead. Then, she looked up at him again and started to part her sweet lips, sliding her tongue out from between them, starting to lick the wide head of her Daddy's big cock...swirling her wet, little tongue all over his big knob at the end of his steel-hard dick..

"Such a good girl for your Daddy," he whispered to her. "Show your Daddy how you wanted to suck it."

She started to move her wet lips down his fat, hard cockshaft. His cock was already leaking pre-cum right onto her tongue as she closed her lips around it. She kept looking up into his hazel eyes as she sucked on him. It was his turn to gaze wide-eyed at his little princess' cock sucking skills. 

"Am I doing it right Daddy? Does this make your cock feel good?" she breathed. "I LOVE the taste of my Daddy's big, fat cock!"

"Oh God sweetheart...that's Daddy's good girl!" he said as his legs started to tremble a bit.

"I promise that I won't tell anyone about this Daddy. I just want to be my Daddy's good girl. Show me what you like."

He put one of his hands on the back of her neck, pulling her sweet, little velvet mouth farther down on his cock. He started to pump and fuck her pretty face then, sliding his brick-hard cock in and out of her little mouth....moaning the whole time.

"Such a good girl. OH that feels so good!" he yelled out.

He was already starting to feel his big, heavy balls swell up with hot cum. He was pistoning as much of his fat, wet cock in and out of her little mouth as she could take now...her cheeks were spread WIDE by his thickness. 

He reached down with his other hand to start to finger her wet slit again while she sat on the couch...rubbing her hard little clit with the tips of his fingers while he pushed his cock into her throat. His fingertips rolled around and around her swollen clit...faster and faster.

"Daddy wants his little girl to taste his cum," he breathed to her. "I'm gonna write my name all over your tongue and right down your throat, if you'll be Daddy's good girl and take it all."

She felt waves and waves of pleasure roll all over her body...her Daddy's fat, throbbing cock was pressed all the way to the back of her throat...and his fingers were dancing over her pussy. It was all too much for her. 

Her sweet release came hard as she started to cum. She spread her legs wide as she moaned on his cock, then she felt something that she had never felt before when she had played with herself. She was actually squirting hot girl cum from her wet pussy all over his big fingers! She squeezed her legs together hard on his hand.

"Oh Daddy...it feels so good!!" she moaned.

She exploded all over his hand and down across the couch. Her face was flushed red as she looked up at her Daddy's face and gripped hard on his cock down at the base with her little hands. She could barely fit her slim, little fingers around her Daddy's fat meat as she stroked him with a steady rhythm.

Then it was her turn to drive him over the edge as she said, "Daddy, you're making me cum...oh my God...you're making me cum now...please cum on my tongue, Daddy! I want you to cum right now...I want to taste you all over my tongue and right down my throat. I'll be a good girl, I promise! Anything you want, Daddy...just please let me make you feel good!"

"Oh shit!" he bellowed.

She continued as she stroked his wet cock as hard as she could, "Will you give it to me now, please?"

Then she closed her wet lips as far down on his big cock as she could go...sucking as hard as her little mouth and throat could muster.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and pumped his cock one last hard time into her sweet little throat...moaning so loud. Then he came like a fucking fire hose.

"OH FUCK!" he bellowed.

He shot a HUGE, white, hot, creamy load all over her throat and tongue...so much cum that it oozed out from around his cock and between her sweet, little lips; out the corners of her mouth. As he pulled his cock out of her mouth and finished cumming, he stroked his cock with one hand and shot the rest of his heavy load onto her outstretched tongue.

He watched and smiled as he saw her lick her lips and the corners of her mouth to get every drop of his Daddy juice. She had slid her tongue out to catch the rest of his hot, Daddy cream as he finished cumming...holding her mouth open so that she could catch every drop on her tongue like it was liquid gold. That's how much she loved her Daddy's cum!

She giggled a bit while she sucked the rest of his cum off of her lower lip.

"Mmmmmm...you came so much Daddy. It tastes so good sliding down into my belly."

She smiled wide at him as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

"I can't stop thinking about you Daddy...all the time...I mean it!" she said.

"I know sweetheart. It's OK...your Daddy loves you so much," he responded. "Come with me now."

He picked up their clothes and led her naked up the stairs to her bedroom. His little girl's room was mostly painted purple and still decorated with many, many Disney movie posters. Why she still felt the need to have her room setup like a little girl's room he never understood, but it didn't matter right now.

Before he tossed her damp panties aside in her room, he brought them up to his nose to sniff his little girl's pussy scent.

"Daddy! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed.

He smiled at her, "Only the same thing that you were doing with my tie sillyhead. You know, my favorite part of doing the laundry is sniffing my little girl's panties."

She gasped as her pussy got even wetter at his naughty comments. She liked the feeling of walking around her house totally naked with her Daddy; a super wet pussy and naughty thoughts in her little head.

"You're so bad Daddy...I love it!" she said as she giggled again and hugged him tight. 

He was much taller than she was, about a foot taller to be exact, and, as she hugged him, she felt his still hard cock press up against her belly.

"Daddy...you're still hard!" she exclaimed as she looked up at him, got up on her tip-toes, and kissed his mouth.

"Still hard for my best little girl," he said back to her as her reached down and cupped her teen tits in his big hands.

Her nipples were still hard, and her Daddy's warm hands felt good against her smooth, bare skin. She had to bite her upper lip as he started to knead her breasts harder.

"Mmmmmm...my little girl's tits are getting soooo big," he marveled. "Now, be a good girl for Daddy and help me off with the rest of these clothes sweetheart."

She had a hard time resisting the urge to grip her Daddy's big cock again, as it was still bobbing up and down right in front of her, but she did as she was told to...like a good girl always should.

She started by getting his pants and boxer briefs down across his body so that they could fall to the floor. Then, she started to unbutton his shirt...all the while her Daddy was licking his lips and still playing with her firm tits. 

He frowned a little as she pulled his shirt off of his body, as he had to take his hands off her body briefly while his sleeves came off.

It felt so good to finally be playing with his little girl! He had been dreaming of doing things with her for a long time. Now, he was finally naked with his beautiful little girl in her room, and he didn't quite know where to begin!

"Come and lay down with me sweetheart," he said as he picked her small frame up by cupping his big hands under her firm, teen ass, moving her over to her bed.

She squealed and smiled brightly at her Daddy as he whisked her through the air...just like he used to do when she was a little girl...landing her safely on her unmade bed.

He lay down next to her on her twin bed and started to kiss her again on the lips. He could tell that she didn't quite know what to do with her mouth and tongue when she kissed him so he said, "Let me teach you how to kiss like a 'big girl'. You want to be a 'big girl' with your Daddy, don't you?"

"Oh yes Daddy...teach me to be a 'big girl'. I'll do anything that you want," she breathed to him.

His cock jumped at that phrase again...anything that he wanted. What a good girl she was for her Daddy!

"When I kiss you again sweetheart, open your mouth a little bit and let me put my tongue in your mouth, then just roll your tongue slowly around mine and suck it a little with your mouth."

He leaned in, kissing her, and she did exactly as he asked. Their tongues rolled around and around as they embraced in a slow, wet kiss. 

"Mmmmm...now I want you to stick your tongue in my mouth and do like I just did. We'll go back and forth," he said.

She was a quick learner. She eventually started to suck on his lower lip as they withdrew from one kiss. Her wet tongue felt so soft against his lips and tongue.

"Did I do it right Daddy?" she smiled at him. "The girls at school say that adults French kiss like this all the time."

He smiled back at her, "Yes sweetheart...that's right, and that's how I want you to kiss me from now on...when we're alone that is. You're going to be Daddy's 'big girl' now. Now hold your Daddy's big dick in both your little hands, just like you did downstairs and French kiss me like a 'big girl' does."

He moaned into her mouth as she kissed him and squeezed his big, fat dick with her little hands. She had a hard time again getting her hands around his fat cock.

"Daddy...it's so big! Do all boys have big cocks like this?"

He became very stern with her as he replied, "If I ever catch you with any other boy's dick in your hands like this, your Daddy will be very upset with you."

"Yes sir, Daddy...only Daddy's big dick is for me," she squeaked.

His dick felt like it was alive in her hands, pulsing and throbbing so thick and hard.

He started to run his hands down her back as they were facing each other on her bed...her hands full of his thick meat...his hands running down again to her firm, little ass...cupping it and kneading it in his big hands. He started to roll over on top of her, and her legs naturally spread wide open for him.

"Press your Daddy's dick against your little pussy sweetheart," he demanded.

"Yes Daddy," she said as she smeared his fat cockhead over her soaking wet pussy lips.

She gasped again as she felt him throb hard against the soft, wet folds of her virgin pussy. 

He reached down and helped her tap the fat head of his dick over her bald, little pussy and clit. Her clit throbbed so hard for her Daddy when he did that!

"Do you know what your Daddy's going to do now sweetheart?" he asked her with a wicked grin on his face.

She was too busy enjoying the feeling of his big, throbbing dick against her hard, little clit to respond.

"Daddy's gonna put his big dick inside his little girl for the very first time...and it's going to feel soooo good!" he breathed.

"DADDY, it's too big to go in there!" she cried.

No way could she ever imagine something THAT big inside of her. When he filled her up earlier with his fat fingers on the couch downstairs, she almost felt that she would break open!




Daddy's Girl



"I'm a virgin down there Daddy..."

He looked deep into her gleaming green eyes and said, "Now sweetheart, Daddy would never hurt you. I know just how to do it...nice and slow...watch how Daddy pops your little cherry inside you."

As she looked down between them, he started to swirl his wide cockhead around and around her wet, little pussy lips...just barely teasing his cockhead in and out of her. Slowly, his cockhead started to disappear inside her as he popped it in and out. That was the easy part.

"See sweetheart...there's no such thing as 'too big' for Daddy's little pussy. This little pussy belongs to your Daddy now. See how your Daddy's fat dickhead slides right in there. You're so wet for your Daddy...such a good girl!" he breathed to her.

"Hmmmmm, Daddy..." she moaned back at him.

As he slowly pressed himself down on top of her, she could feel more and more of her Daddy's big, wide dick slide into her wet, tight, little hole. She felt it go slowly deeper and deeper into her. Every time that it seemed too big to go any deeper, her Daddy would pull it out of her a little ways and then slowly press it deeper inside of her again, reaching down to rub her stiff, little clit with one hand, while he held himself up with his other arm the whole time.

"Oh my God Daddy...you're filling me up so deep! I can feel it in my belly...so warm...throbbing inside of me...oh my God...OH MY GOD!!" she cried.

She could already feel a big wave of emotion starting to rise inside of her from his slow, deep dicking.

He was almost all the way deep inside his good little girl now...grunting a little as he tried to fit himself all the way inside of her...slowly forcing his little girl's pussy WIDE open.

"Mmmmmm...it's going in sweetheart. Do you feel it? Feel your Daddy's big, heavy balls tap against your bald, wet, little pussy lips!"

She could not believe how FULL she felt with her Daddy's dick ALL THE WAY inside of her! His balls were pressed against the bottom of her pussyhole and across her ass now, and it all felt so good!

"All the way inside my little girl...Daddy's the first to be inside your virgin little hole isn't he?" he said with a wicked smile.

And, with that final comment, she came...harder than ever...her sloppy wet pussy oozing with pussy cream as she continually clamped down over and over again so hard on her Daddy's big dick! She was yelling and cumming so hard that he had to put one of his hands over her mouth to try and muffle her screams so that the neighbors wouldn't hear!

"Oh my God Daddy...I-I never knew it could feel like that. My pussy's leaking out all over your big cock and-and..."

"All over my big balls sweetheart," he finished for her. "I LOVE how wet my little girl's pussy gets for me! Daddy's gonna fuck you now and REALLY break you in! Are you ready now?"

"YES DADDY...fuck my little pussy...YOUR little pussy...it's all for you...anything you want Daddy! Fuck me like a 'big girl'! Fuck me like I hear you fuck Mommy at night!" she exclaimed.

That was all that he needed to hear. He started to pull his big dick out of her...almost all the way out. She gripped him almost like a vacuum as he tried to pull it out of her pussy. Then, he slowly pushed it back in to his balls again.

"Yes Daddy! It feels so good!! HARDER!" she cried.

Slowly but surely, he started to pump his body and his cock down into her...into her bed.

They could hear the wet sounds between them of her soaking wet pussy being fucked for the first time...of his big balls slapping against her ass...of her little yelps of pleasure as he went balls-deep inside her every time...and of his heavy breathing and occasional cries as he felt his dick being gripped tighter than it had ever been before in his life! 

Over and over again...faster and faster...he drove himself into her. Her pussy cherry was long gone now. Over and over again he fucked her...building up the tempo and urgency of his thrusts as he went on and on.

He could see her face contorted into displays of both pleasure and pain as he fucked her harder and harder...faster and faster. Her firm tits heaved up and down as he pounded her little pussyhole again and again.

He held onto to her tits now as he fucked her...squeezing her nipples with his fingers. Leaning down now...face to face as they fucked. He started to kiss her deeply. 

She responded with deeper kisses than they had shared before. She felt his wide meat parting her super-wet pussy lips over and over again. She was so surprised that her little pussy hadn't been broken open into a million pieces by now! As the heat of his dick filled her up over and over again, she could feel her own warmth building inside the middle of her body.

She was so amazingly wet now. There was a pool of pussy juice all over her bed underneath them...soaking her sheets and mattress cover. What a mess they were making! 

He could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter as he fucked her. His dick twitched and throbbed inside of her as they moved together...her legs spread so wide for him...so willing for his thrusts over and over again!

After a while, he could start to feel a stirring again down in his big balls...way down at the base of them. Just a faint twinge at first that built up in a wave across his balls. He then felt his hot sperm start to fill up the inside of his dick, starting down at the base and quickly moving upward.

"Oh yea sweetheart! That's Daddy's pussy now...all for Daddy...whenever wants to...he's gonna fuck it...fuck it everyway that he can. It feels so good! Show your Daddy again how a good girl CUMS on her Daddy's big dick! Show him what a good girl you are sweetheart...cum for your Daddy, while he fills your sweet little pussy up with his cum!"

His words and their rhythm caused her to spill over the edge yet again. The warmth inside her built up until it burst forth across her whole body. She shut her eyes tight as she came even harder than before...squeezing and cumming...just like she was told to...just like a good girl does for her Daddy!

She screamed at the top of her little lungs as she came like a thunderclap.

He felt her hot, tight, little teen pussy close shut around him...spasming and milking his dick like a velvet fist. It was too much for him. He shut his eyes tight as he felt his sweet release through the tip of his dick...his hot Daddy cum pulsing and squirting way at the back of her tight pussy...filling her up inside her belly.

"AHHHHH...OHH YEA!" he cried as he felt three more hot pulses of cum shoot into her.

His cum flowed out around the end of his dick and her pussy lips...down the crack of her ass...mixing in with her pussy cream.

They lay on top of one another panting...her feeling him pulse hard inside of her...and him feeling her chest rise and fall beneath him. They smiled at each other.

"Did you mean what you said Daddy?" she asked him a while later as they were still recovering.

"Mean what sweetheart?" he responded.

She blushed across her face as she said, "About fucking me whenever you want to from now on...I mean...you know..."

"Mmmmm hmmmm..." he said as he bit his lip a little. "As a matter of fact, I think you're going to be 'too sick' tomorrow to go to school. I think you'll be staying home with your Daddy instead tomorrow."

"Well, I am kind of sore...you know...down there," she giggled in response. 

"Ooooohhhh!" she said as she felt him finally pull his wilting dick out of her wet pussy. "Daddy! It burns a little too!"

"It's just sensitive now sweetheart. Your pussy and clit have done a LOT of cumming today!" he said as he started to kiss her forehead once again. "So, I want you to wait a little bit before you touch yourself tonight thinking about all the fun that we've had today."

"Daddy! How did you know that I was already thinking about doing that?!" she gasped.

"You're my little girl, and Daddy knows his little girl very well," he smiled at her. "Now be a good girl...clean up this MESS that you made here and downstairs before Mommy gets home."

"This mess that YOU made Daddy!" she said as she kissed him one last time before he got up on his wobbly legs and left her room.

"Whatever," he said as he felt his dick droop down over his still wet, empty balls. "Your Daddy will be in here bright and early tomorrow morning to give you some more lessons in fucking and sucking, and you BETTER be wet and ready for him!"

To be continued...



Daddy's Girl



There's one secret that is too dirty to share. The wrongness of it isn't something that I care to try to explain to anyone. So it's kept between us and every once in a while, we explore it again. Our adventures are scattered behind us like pages of a book that we can go back and relive from time to time. The adventures keep things exciting and new for both of us.

It all started with our games. Our relationship always has had an element of pushing limits; testing boundaries. How far can he push me outside my comfort zone? How far will I accept? It's the question that we have explored over and over again in various flavors.

I remember the first time I felt that uncertainty. That need to trust him but the fear of where he was taking me. We had only been dating a few weeks. The sex was amazing from the very beginning, but our politeness was beginning to make things routine. We had talked about our freak fantasies, but we both we too afraid of crossing some line with the other. He had a dominant way about him. It was part of the initial attraction. Our Yin and Yang complimented each other and drew us together the more time that we spent. I think that we both were getting restless with the rut that we had fallen into. Neither of us wanting to break what we had found, but wanting more.

He had taken to coming in before work in the mornings to surprise me. I had given him a key to my apartment. He would let himself in and slip into my bed, waking me with kisses and lovemaking. It was one of the sweetest and loving things that anyone had ever done for me, but even this sweetness was becoming expected and comfortable.

It was late one summer evening. I hadn't seen him that day. My Guy is a creature of the night, and tonight belonged to his buddies. I had an early morning to look forward to, so I was planning to go to bed early anyway. I took advantage of this time alone with a long hot bubble bath. The hot scented water and glass of wine mixed with the stillness of the house made me drowsy and my head swim. I leaned my head back against the tub and thought of how content I felt with my life. Lazily, my hands started to roam over my body. It was more of a comforting touch, but started to build intent as my thoughts turned to the passion that I had been sharing. My nipples hardened as I pinched and twisted them; my other hand sliding between my legs, gently teasing myself. I breathed in the heady scent of the water as I slid a finger into myself and began the study rhythm that would make me fall into orgasm. I heard myself moan a little as I felt my juices flow over my fingers in the hot water. Somehow my come felt hotter than the water that I had been soaking in. I stretched as I got out of the water and toweled myself off. I wasn't going for sexy, so I just slid on a t-shirt that he had left behind over my panties. I smiled at his scent that clung to it as I slid beneath the covers of my bed and closed my eyes. I think that was the moment that I knew that I was in love with him. In that moment that I fell asleep, smelling him and smiling at how happy he made me. 

I don't know how long I slept, but I was so relaxed that I was completely passed out quickly. I was startled awake with a hand covering my mouth and another at my throat. It was dark enough that I couldn't make out anything but a dark shape in the room, hovering over me. Panic seized me and I was instantly alert and tense and looking for a way to run. I was trapped under a heavy body and a voice whispered next to my ear low and deep. Warning me to not move, that he would kill me if I did. Calling me names. Telling me how he knew that I was all those dirty names because he had been watching me. Watching me fuck my boyfriend. Watching me play with my pussy that very night like the little whore that I was. I was pinned with no way to wiggle out as hard as I struggled. His hand grabbed roughly between my legs. Telling me that he was going to pound that little slut pussy. He wanted what I was giving away to others. He says that he knows that I want it as his fingers enter me while he's grabbing roughly at my pussy. His hand at my throat grips tighter and I struggle at his hands as my hips rock against his hand. Tears of shame run down my face as I feel my body react to his punishments. He's right. I am a whore. I am a slut. These are the thoughts that are running through my head as I explode, squirting my come all over the bed. I hear him chuckle in my ear as the hand become gentle. Caressing my face and chest. As I come back into my own thoughts I hear the familiar voice in my ear. Loving and soft against my skin. You are a whore Baby, you are my freak. Daddy's little freak. You are only a whore for me. You are only my slut to own. His words filled my soul as he caressed my skin. I could feel my love wash over me as I cuddled into him; letting my panic turn to something else that I can't quite put to words.

That was the beginning. We've built upon that, played with it. We've went off in different directions. We are always reaching for the shock that will add the next level to our sex life. This isn't all of what we do. There are plenty of nights and days that we are just calm and loving. We play within our own comfort zones most of the time. That's what makes the adventures so special. They don't happen all the time. Only when it is right and when we have found a new thought or idea that one of us wants to explore; always knowing that the other is up for the challenge.

Now, years later, we've had to get creative. I think that led to this whole idea of his. We had gone away for the weekend. When we got to the small town that we were staying in, the only hotel was almost full. We hadn't planned on a bike rally being in the next city over. The only room that was left has two single beds. We were only there for a night or two, so we figured we could work with it. We unpacked and headed out for the night. After hours of partying and carousing with friends that lived close by, we got back to the room a little stumbling and laughing. I went into the bathroom, giggling to myself. I had brought my baby dolls and knew that I was looking cute. I scrubbed my face clean and brushed my hair; adjusting my tits so that they were popping out of my lacy little top. When I bounced back out of the room, he was passed out across one of the beds, sprawled diagonal and snoring loudly. I sighed a little disappointed, but I was too buzzed and tired to try to move him. I went to the other bed and lay down to sleep thinking that I would make up for things in the morning. 

I was woken when I felt the covers behind me lift and his body sliding in behind me. I kept my eyes closed snuggling back against him. As my ass wiggled he pulled back away from me, putting his hand over my mouth. Not hard, but gentle; as a reminder to be quiet. I stilled myself, waiting for his next move. I was confused by the distance he was keeping between our bodies but I was too sleepy to worry too much. I think I already knew that this was going to be another adventure. I felt his lips against my ear, whispering. "Be still for Daddy." Instantly my body reacted. There was something in his voice. His hands started to move over my body, across my hard nipples, tweaking gently along the way. I felt his fingers slide between my legs from behind me, gently nudging my legs apart and sliding his fingers under my panties. I was already soaked as his finger began to slowly saw in and out of me, his hand still over my mouth. "You dressed cute for Daddy. You wanted me to touch you didn't you?" I started to answer and he tightened his hand across my mouth. I stopped speaking and nodded. His fingers went deeper, keeping their slow rhythm. "You like this don't you. You like what Daddy is doing?" I stifled a moan as I nodded my head again, my body tensing around his fingers. "Shhhh... I told you to be quiet." I felt his hard cock sliding into my pussy. I fought to be quiet; to not move too much. He started the same slow rhythm, filling me over and over with his huge cock. I felt my pussy stretch over his cock every time in entered me.

I was losing control and I whimpered loudly. He tightened again harder and a bit more roughly he whispered, "Shhhh... you don't to wake up your little sister. I told you to be quiet. Don't make Daddy angry." Before the last words were out of his mouth, I felt myself gush. The thought that he solidified in my brain with those words were so wrong that I felt the shame of my orgasm wash over me at the same time. I still couldn't help myself. I was rocking against him, riding his cock; his hand over my mouth the whole time. I needed his come to fill me. I needed to finish him off for this to be okay. That idea made no sense, but that didn't lessen its truth for me. I felt his cock get harder and his arm tense as he slammed into me for the last time. Spurting his come deep into my pussy and washing me clean of the guilt that I had felt in the moments before.

Neither one of us spoke. He went and found something to clean up with, and we silently climbed into bed together. No words needed to be spoken as his arms came around me and I snuggled tightly against him. His fingers caressing my smiling face.



Daddy's Girl



"Hey Tom, it's Margot, I need a favor." Damn! Right out of the blue. I was half asleep, enjoying my Saturday morning, when the phone rang, and I didn't even recognize the number. Margot is my ex, and I hear from her maybe four or five times a year, mostly around holidays. Or if she has a problem. 

"Sorry to have to bother you, but I'm going out of town tomorrow for five days, to a convention, and I'm having my condo repainted while I'm gone. Problem is, Jenny's home from college for the summer and she needs a place to stay. Could you possibly let her use your spare room?"

"Umm, I guess so. Can't she stay with Steven? Seems to me your latest flame should be willing to help out." Jenny is her daughter. Actually, I wanted to jump at the chance to say yes and have Jenny around for a few days. But I didn't want to make it too easy for Margot, and I was a little uncertain what my relationship with Jenny was supposed to be now. 

Jenny was four when we married, her father three years dead, and she was a sweet little thing, even then. I brought up the subject of adopting her more than once, but Margot was very reluctant to have me do it. So it never happened. Now, I wasn't her step-dad or anything else, even though she had lived with us for the eleven years of our marriage, right here in my house, and we became very close. In fact, she had called me daddy, then dad, and had never known any other father. But now, I only saw her a few times a year, usually when I brought her a gift; birthday, Christmas and sometimes, just for a chance to see her. 

"Believe me Tom, I thought of that first, but he doesn't know her very well and I'm not sure how thrilled he would be. Or even if I'd trust him with her. But the main reason is, Jenny hates Steven. Tom, you know she loves you like a father, and I don't think that will ever change. Maybe I hoped it would once, but you were a wonderful father figure to her and I see now that it's for the best as it is. I offered to let her come on the trip with me, but she said she'd rather stay with you. In fact, it was her idea. And I was hoping you'd like it too. You were always close to her."

I couldn't lie about that. "Margot, if she wants to and it's really okay with you, I'd love to have her. I just don't want to step on any toes here. You did leave me in sort of an awkward situation."

There was a long pause. Then a sigh. "Tom, I have to admit something to you. I made a lot of mistakes in our marriage, but the biggest one was not letting you adopt her. I can't even remember the reasons, now, why I wasn't sure about it, but it was stupid. I know both of you would have loved it that way. But don't worry, she hasn't lost any of her feelings for you, she still thinks of you as "dad". I told her maybe she should call you Tom now but she didn't like that idea one bit. I'll let the two of you work that out, whatever you're both comfortable with."

I was smiling ear to ear when I heard that, and shocked as hell that Margot would actually say it. Maybe because she needed this favor. But it sounded more genuine than that. 

"Well that's great then, Margot. Just let me know when she's ready and I'll come pick her up." Margot laughed.

"Tom! She's still your girl, but not a little girl any more. She's twenty! And she has a very nice car now, thank you. She'll drive over when she's ready, probably Sunday afternoon. She knows the way. She used to live there!"

Oh god, I had forgotten. Had it really been five long years since we lived together? And suddenly I felt a little pain as I realized I'd missed seeing her grow up. This would be the first time I got to spend more than a few hours with her. Already I looked forward to this time more than I could say. I got the house cleaned up, especially Jenny's old room, and went shopping to stock up the refrigerator a little, and by Sunday noon I was ready and waiting for her. 

In fact, I couldn't sit still very long. I was looking out the window for a bit, then getting up and pacing around the house, just to relieve the tension. Ever since Margot's call I had become more and more anxious to see my little Jenny. A lot of images I'd forgotten came floating back, of the times together when we were a family.

Just after two, a car pulled up to the curb, but it wasn't what I expected somehow. It was a white Mustang; I'd seen it before at their condo, but I had assumed it was Margot's. And I got a much bigger shock a second later when a tall, willowy, blonde young woman got out, wearing a pink sun dress with little strawberries all over it. And she came bouncing up the front walk, almost running, as I headed for the front door. 

My god, it really was my Jenny! And when I stepped out on the front porch she gave me a smile that would make angels sing! All the thoughts of the little girl I knew vanished as it sank in that this beautiful creature was my "daughter", which was how I'd come to think of her. When she was a couple of steps from me she exclaimed, "Daddy!" and literally threw herself into my arms. We squeezed each other tight and I picked her up and swirled her around in a circle once before releasing my grip on her. And then she went up on tip-toes and planted a kiss on my cheek. 

We were almost euphoric, and I knew it was because it was the first time in years we had the chance to be alone together and renew our acquaintance. All the other times I'd seen her had been just a few short hours at the most, making polite conversation, always with Margot hovering around. And it was obvious from both her reaction and mine how we really felt about each other. 

I put my arm around her waist and escorted her into the house, and she was still clinging to me. And as soon as we plopped down on the couch together she began to chatter, just like I remembered when she was excited. Still some of the little girl left in her!

"Dad!" She stopped for just a second. "I hope you don't mind, mom told me I should call you Tom. But you'll always be daddy to me. You're the only father I have, and always will be!"

Right then I couldn't resist. I had tears in my eyes when I reached for her and gave her another tight hug, so relieved and happy she felt that way. "Of course, baby. You'll always be my little girl, you know that. I wouldn't have it be any other way!" And I kissed her on the cheek. Then I added, "What's between us will always be between us, and it doesn't matter what Margot thinks. You are the best thing I ever got from her."

But I wasn't prepared for what happened next. She put her head down on my chest and clung to me. And she began to sob, uncontrollably. It lasted a couple of minutes, I wasn't sure what was happening, but I just held her quietly and let her cry it out. And finally she lifted her tear-streaked face, pushed herself up and kissed me softly ... on the lips. And she had the strangest look on her face. Then she turned around and leaned back against me, and when I put my arms around her she snuggled back against my chest. 

Then she began to talk again, not the idle chatter of a few moments ago, but almost a reverie. Occasionally she'd ask a question, requiring only a one word answer for affirmation of her thoughts. "Dad, I don't even know if I should tell you this, but ever since mom took me away from you, you've been in my thoughts. I think even more often now than when we first left. When I have dreams you are always part of them, never Margot.

"Sometimes it's about things we did together, usually when I was just a little girl. Like going to the lake with you. You taught me how to swim, first at the lake, then in our pool. She was never even around when we did that. Remember daddy?" I nodded and gave her a little squeeze, so she'd know. That was a priceless memory for me too. 

"Now I'm on the college swim team; did you know that? And doing pretty well too. I got a couple of medals this past season."

"No honey, Margot never told me that," I said with sadness in my voice. God, how I'd have loved to be there to see you!

"Damn her!" She turned suddenly in my arms and looked me in the face. "I would have been so happy and proud if you could have been there! She never even bothered to come! But I thought you probably knew and just couldn't make it."

"If I'd known I'd have been there sweetheart. Margot couldn't have kept me away. From now on, if you have anything important going on, let me know. And you have another season; I promise I'll make it every chance I have." Suddenly there was a fire inside of me. I wasn't just sad, I was angry! Margot knew I would have cared very much about that. She just cut me out of Jenny's life! That was going to change!

She reached up and brushed my face with her hand, before settling against me once more. "I think about lots of other things too, sometimes. Like how we used to go hiking together. Especially the day we went around the lake and met the bear! God I was so scared! I wanted to run but you told me to get behind you and not move. And he began to come towards us, but you started yelling and shouting and waving your arms. And he ran away! I couldn't believe it! He would have eaten me! I was so proud of you!

"But I remember other things about hiking too, like the day we found the big patch of blackberries and ate until we were both stuffed. I've wished for berries like that ever since. And I remember how I pricked my leg on a thorn and it bled. And how you cleaned it and put on a bandage and kissed it better for me. I know you felt it as much as I did. You even carried me piggyback for a little ways after that. I didn't need to be carried, but I loved knowing you'd do that for me. I always felt so safe with you.

"And I have other dreams too." Another big smile lit up her face. "Not of things we did, but of things we might have done. Of us just being together. Sometimes I wake up almost crying, I'm so sad we missed out on so much. But others, I have a big smile on my face and you're all I can think of for a while."

It was only a matter or an hour or so, but as we sat together on the couch, talking quietly, the five years apart suddenly disappeared, and it was like it had been, before the break-up. She was my little girl, and I now realized like never before how close we'd been. How close we still were. I'd always known I loved her and of course she had loved me like a father. And now I was almost glowing, knowing the feelings between us were still there and strong as ever. 

We went beyond the personal remembrances and caught up on each other's lives. I had been to her high school graduation, one of the few things Margot had bothered to invite me for, and I told her how proud I was that day, especially when she was announced as valedictorian of her class. But she looked at me with a big smile. 

"Daddy, I wish mom had let us talk that day, so bad. I always wondered if you were proud of me, but I was sure you would be. I hope you realize you had a big part in that. It started years before, when you sat with me by the hour, helping me with homework, drilling me for tests, even though I was only in junior high then. You taught me how to study and showed me how interesting things could be that I'd thought were drudgery. And I kept up the good habits you gave me, partially because I'd learned how good it felt when I got top grades as a reward. And partially, because I didn't want to let you down.

"And to this day it's really the same. I'm doing great, and it's because of the wonderful start you gave me. And I think of that a lot when I have a test and I'm having a hard time preparing. I remember how you would have coaxed me and urged me on. You were never cross or mean, just encouraging." And she gave me another big hug.

We went out and walked around the yard so she could see how it had changed, the trees were larger now, the bushes fuller, and I still had a few nice little flower gardens. The ones she used to help me with. But her favorite thing had always been the pool, and soon she tugged my hand and led me inside the enclosure. And she shut her eyes. "Dad, I can still remember the lessons you gave me. You'd hold me up and make me kick till I thought my legs would break. I remember how sore and tired I'd be, and sometimes I was a little mad at you for pushing me so hard. But now I can out-kick almost anybody! And in a close race that makes all the difference!"

I put my arms around her and pulled her back against me, just holding her. I was remembering too, and there was a little pain in my heart, knowing I'd lost all that too soon.

I took her out to dinner, now realizing she was a grown up young woman, and I was proud to be seen with my beautiful daughter. And I almost made the mistake of asking her if she wanted something to drink, until I realized that while she was considered an adult, she still wasn't old enough for that. 

We had a great time, chatting so much we almost let the food get cold, but then she reached out and put her hand on mine and looked me in the eye. "Dad, I hope you don't mind me asking this, but do you ... do you have a girlfriend? Is there a woman in your life now? A guy as great as you shouldn't be alone."

Oh god, that was a tough one. I really didn't want to go into details with her. Sure I went out some, but any relations I had with women were one night stands or weekends at the most. After Margot I was too afraid to get emotionally attached again. But I decided to try and gloss over it. "No honey, I have some good friends that are women and once in a while I go out. But never anything steady. I just don't want to get tied down again."

"Aww daddy, I don't like the idea of sharing you with anyone, but you are a wonderful dad and a wonderful man. You deserve some happiness and satisfaction in life. I'm sure there is a woman somewhere, waiting for you, that would make you happy and keep you that way. You don't have a mean bone in your body, and I know you could keep any woman satisfied." And she stared at me with a big smile. 

I was hating this conversation. Of course she was right; my life was hell in some ways, wanting, needing and never having any of the pleasure I desired. The pleasure of a woman of my own to be close to. To love. But there was no way I could say that to Jenny. 

I tried to smile at her as I said, "Honey, you don't know that. Maybe I don't have what it takes to make a woman happy and keep her that way. I sure as hell wasn't enough for your mother." As soon as those words were out of my mouth I hated myself. There was no reason to denigrate her mother or bring up the dirty laundry of our marriage to Jenny. 

"Oh honey, I'm sorry, I should never have said that!" I pleaded.

Her hand tightened on mine. "It's ok dad, I was 12 when the troubles started and 15 when you had taken all you could and divorced her. No man should have to take what she did to you."

She was quiet, pulled her hand back and looked down at her plate. But finally she said, forcefully, "I know you would be enough and more for any normal woman. In fact I bet you would be the delight of her life!"

Silence again. Then she looked at me rather shyly and said, softly, "Dad, I was very young, barely 12, but ... I watched you together. More than once. I didn't know enough then to be sure what you were doing, and it looked kind of violent. But I know how happy and excited mom sounded. And you too. And how you cuddled afterwards. It made me jealous a little. And I can still remember exactly what I saw and heard. Daddy, when I was old enough to know what you were doing, just remembering used to make me so hot and excited I'd lose control. And I wished I had been mom."

She turned bright red and didn't want to look up at me. 

It was my turn to reach and touch her hand. "Oh baby, it's okay, it's only natural to wonder what mom and dad do together, especially if they make as much noise as we did. At least I'm glad you saw us during the good times. The last year or so, all we did at night was fight. Half the time I slept on the couch. That's not usually how parents provide sex education, but at least I guess you got the idea. 

"Now it's your turn Jenny. Tell me a little about your life. I don't mean to pry, but have you got a boyfriend? Do you like to dance? Do you go out a lot? I don't know anything about what you're up to now."

She laughed at the sudden question. "If it was anyone but you I'd consider that prying, but I guess my dad's got a right to know. No daddy, no special boyfriend, but I do know a couple of guys I've gone out with several times. And a couple of more that are sort of buddies, but I wouldn't mind dating. And I study with one really quiet one on the men's swim team that I wonder about. And yes, I love to dance! There's a couple of clubs near the college that are geared towards the students so you don't have to be able to drink, and if I go out it's usually to one of them. But I don't go anywhere too often because I'm still trying to keep my grades up. 

"Actually, I was more socially active in high school, but I almost got in trouble once so I've been pretty careful since then. I like guys and some of them seem to like me, but I just don't have time for anything serious. So for now, I'm daddy's good girl." She giggled and smirked.

I was a little bit curious about the "trouble" she almost got into, but I'd already pried enough, so I let it slide.

When we got home it was getting late and we were both full, so we sat down together on the couch to watch TV. She pulled her feet up and curled up next to me and it brought back memories of when she was 10 or 12, doing just the same thing. But when I looked over at her I couldn't get over the fact that she was this beautiful, full grown woman snuggling against me. And the thought suddenly hit me that there hadn't been many women, and certainly none so beautiful, in my whole life who wanted to snuggle like that and trusted me so completely. 

We were both pretty quiet, and after a couple of hours I found myself getting drowsy, but when I looked down at her I realized she was already sound asleep. I shook her lightly. "Jenny."

She moaned lightly and then opened sleepy eyes to look up at me. "Daddy!" she said, a big happy smile lighting her face. 

"Time for bed kitten. But I'll see you in the morning if you're up. I have to go to work tomorrow, since your mother didn't give me much notice, but if you want I'll try and take a few days off so we can take advantage of our time together."

Her face lit up but she said, "Daddy! Kitten!"

Oh oh, I'd called her that when she and Margot first came to live with us, partially because I wasn't sure what I should call her and partially because it seemed to fit her so well. She seemed to like it, but after a few years she asked me to please stop, because it embarrassed her in front of her friends. And I never called her that again. But now, it just slipped out, I don't know why, and I was sure she would be furious at me. I started, "Oh honey, I'm sor ..." but she interrupted me. 

"Dad, it's okay. In fact I love it! I never forgot that name; I remember how you called me that. And I used to love it until the kids made fun of me. But now no one will make fun, it's just between us. Please don't stop! It makes me want to purr!" She giggled, then added, "I'd love it if you could get off so we can have some more time together."

As I headed off to bed my heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. It felt so good to have someone in the house who belonged, who wanted to be there, and who I cared for so deeply. It took a while to fall asleep; I was mulling over things we could do, places we could go, and most of all, how nice it was to just have her here. I realized, I felt a lot more for her than I had allowed myself to recognize, and yet somehow, she was so grown-up, so different in just five years that it was almost like getting to know someone new. And for the first time in a long time I felt a strong yearning for someone in my life, wanting to love and be loved.




Daddy's Girl



I'd finally fallen into a deep and contented sleep, and had dreams of the days our family was together running through my head, when I suddenly startled awake. It was that strange feeling, like there was a sudden noise that shouldn't be there. But even half-awake I realized it might just have been Jenny, moving in her room. I lay stock-still, but minutes went by and nothing. Then, there was an obvious click, like a door latch. And a familiar squeak told me the door to my room had slowly opened.

Our neighborhood was very secure, the thought of any invasion from the outside never occurred to me. I knew it must be Jenny. Maybe she needed something. But more minutes went by. I thought I heard tiny, indistinct sounds; a breath sucked in, a foot brushing the carpet. And I had to stifle a gasp when my bed creaked suddenly as something pressed down against the edge.

There was the slightest rustle of the sheets, and then I felt warmth, then pressure as something barely pressed against me. Of course it was Jenny; she'd lain down next me and was gently resting against my back. And it was minutes more before I felt an arm slowly slide over and around my body.

I froze. I didn't know what to do. Should I let her know I was awake, or just pretend to be asleep? But I decided that she had been so cautious and stealthy that she obviously didn't intend to wake me, so I tried not to move a muscle. At first I was unbearably tense, mind on full alert, but as minutes went by I relaxed, even when she sighed and shifted slightly next to me. But as she settled against me I became painfully aware of the details of a soft, warm, and very female body through the thin sheet. But finally, weariness overtook me and I drifted off to sleep again.

When my alarm went off I jolted awake, and my first thought was Jenny. She was gone. But as I lay still for a moment, confused thoughts in my head, I was aware of sounds in the house, now downstairs. I quickly took a shower and dressed, then headed down, and there she was, in the kitchen. She had on a halter top and shorts and she was busily scrambling eggs, to go with the bacon, already on plates on the counter. 

"Dad! I hope you have time, I made us a little breakfast so we could sit for a minute before you go." And just then, the toast popped. She quickly buttered it, then slid the eggs onto the plates and brought them to the table.

"Wow, Kitten, what a nice surprise! Of course we can spend a few minutes. I didn't know you even knew how to cook, but this looks wonderful!" 

After she set the plate in front of me she ran her fingers through my still-damp hair, tousling it slightly. "Oh daddy, I love hearing you call me that again!" And she leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the forehead.

I asked her what she planned for the day and she said maybe a little shopping in the morning, then, for sure, the pool in the afternoon. I told her again I'd try to get time off, and be home as early as I could. And not a word was said about last night. I thanked her for the breakfast surprise, and after re-combing my hair, headed for the door. 

She followed me, and I felt her tug my hand as I was about to leave. "Daddy, I'm just so happy to be with you again! And I'm so pissed that Margot kept us at a distance all these years. And as far as I'm concerned, that's going to change!"

I realized I wholeheartedly agreed with her. "Yes honey, there's no reason for us to be kept from one another like that. There never was. And you're an adult now; she can't stop you from doing anything you want, as long as you're willing to live with her moods. I want us to be part of each other's lives!"

At that her face broke into a breathtaking smile and she went on tiptoes to kiss my cheek. "Hurry home, daddy, to your little kitten!" And when she giggled I thought my smile would split my face.

I had no problem with work; I've been there since before I married Margot, and my boss told me to take the week if I wanted. I thanked him, saying I might be in by the end of the week if it turned out Jenny was too busy. We spent a little time discussing my projects and then I turned my current work files over to my assistant, telling him to call any time he needed me. 

Once that was done I cleaned up a few loose ends. And I had time to think. I didn't understand what had happened in the middle of the night. Somehow it didn't seem quite right, although I wasn't sure why. But once I got used to the idea I realized how nice it had felt to be close to someone again. Especially someone I loved. And the inescapable thought pushed into my head that I didn't want to be alone any more.

I managed to get out a couple of hours early, and was really anxious to get home and spend more time with Jenny. Her car was there, but when I walked in, she wasn't. I figured she was at the pool and when I stuck my head out the sliding door I could hear soft rhythmic splashing sounds. She was swimming laps. I decided I'd join her so I changed into my suit and headed out. I didn't spend too much time in the pool any more, but it was mostly because it was kind of lonely. In fact I'd always loved the water almost as much as Jenny did. 

As I walked in the gate, sure enough, she was doing the crawl, up and down the pool. I settled onto a chaise and watched for a minute, and she was so intent she didn't even notice me. I was impressed with her form and the way she moved so cleanly through the water, hardly splashing at all. She'd had instruction from someone far better than I. 

She swam one more length, really pushing, and then stopped, hanging onto the side and breathing deeply. Of course her short blonde hair was plastered down, but looking at her from behind I noticed the muscles in her lightly tanned upper back and shoulders. It was obvious she'd been training long and hard, and not just in the pool.

Finally she pushed away and turned around, and it was then she saw me. "Dad!" After waving she ducked under and submarined all the way to the ladder, then quickly climbed out of the pool.

And it was then I got a shock. At first I thought she was naked! But she was wearing the tiniest possible bikini, hardly covering anything at all and certainly not legal on any beach around here. Just a g-string and a couple of tiny, straining triangles, really. Suddenly I flushed and looked down at the cement. I didn't want to see her like that; it seemed ... not right, somehow. Of course I'd seen her many times when she was young, occasionally when she was growing up, but never like this. She was a woman, and the brief glimpse told me a very well developed one.

She saw the look on my face as I turned away and came trotting over, leaving a wet trail on the hot cement. "Daddy! What's wrong?"

"Jenny, you have hardly anything on! God I thought you were naked!" I turned back to her, but looked at her feet.

She giggled. "Oh dad! It's okay if you see me. I'm your little girl! I went shopping this morning and bought this suit because I realized I could tan here without anyone seeing in. I'd never wear this suit anywhere else!"

Reluctantly I looked up and realized how right I'd been the first time. If it wasn't my daughter I'd have been staring, trying to take in every hollow and curve. And probably drooling. And the peaked nipples from the cool water that were making tents out of the tiny patches of fabric didn't help a bit. I already knew she was pretty. She was gorgeous, and there was no denying it.

She was hopping from foot to foot, the heat from the cement having dried the water quickly, so I took her hand and quickly pulled her over to the grass. And as soon as we got there she put one hand on my shoulder and tip-toed up to kiss my cheek again. But this time her breast brushed my chest, and the soft skin of the side was pressed against me, not covered in the least. I shuddered. And I thought I heard a little gasp. Perhaps she hadn't expected that. She clung to me a moment, pressing against me, and I didn't want to push her away, but my god, anyone else but Jenny and it would be the woman of my dreams! My wet dreams!

Fortunately she pulled away suddenly, a look of surprise on her face. But she smiled and began chattering away, telling me about her shopping trip. She hadn't bought much besides the suit she was wearing, but had a great time looking in all the boutiques, and had lunch on a shaded patio. Then she went on to say she'd been in a hurry to get home to the pool, because she belonged to a fitness club where she worked out and trained during the summer, but their pool was inside, and she really wanted the sun. And since she knew I had a little gym in the basement she figured she could do a work-out there. 

She grabbed a towel, I hoped, to cover up, but she dried off and plunked down on a chaise, lying on her stomach. Then she turned to me with a smile and said, "Dad would you please put some lotion on me? I really want to take advantage while I'm here and it's nice and sunny, but I'll burn if I don't have some protection."

God I was already burning! At 20 she already had the full body of a woman, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it I couldn't deny my reaction to her. It didn't help that the tiny strip of cloth she wore covered absolutely nothing in back, just a thin strap disappearing between her full round cheeks. I blushed at the thought of touching her. 

"Honey, I don't think that's a good idea. You're not a little girl anymore. It's not right for me to touch you like that."

"Daddeeeeeee! No one will see us here or ever know. And I don't mind! You know I'll burn if you don't put the lotion on me!" She looked up at me with an impish grin. "Then you'd have spread sunburn lotion on me. For days!"

Of course she was right. And after all, I was only going apply lotion; there was really nothing wrong with that. She held up the bottle to me and I began, trying to concentrate on covering her evenly. She sighed with contentment, and I did her back, then her legs, but when I stopped she complained, "Dad, you didn't do my butt! And I'll burn faster there than anywhere! Come on and finish the job."

With a sigh and resigned to my fate I wordlessly complied. And the reaction set in just like I knew it would. As soon as my hands began to massage the lotion onto those beautiful twin mounds I got hard! And my face was burning! And it was even worse when she sighed with what sounded like pure pleasure and said in a breathless, whispery voice, "Oh daddy, that feels so good!" 

As soon as I'd finished she turned her head to me again and said, "Thanks dad! That wasn't so bad was it?" She giggled. Then she added in a soft voice, "It felt great to me!"

I stayed kneeling till she turned away again, crouching, hoping to hide my arousal. And then I sprinted to the pool and dove in, hoping the cool water would wash away my ardor. In fact, it helped, but I couldn't wash away the feeling that I had done something wrong. And my hands seemed to have a memory of their own, of her soft, warm, smooth skin, slippery with the oily lotion. Truthfully, it had felt great to me too, and I was so mad at myself! I'd never had any such feelings towards Jenny before and it was very disturbing. How was I going to cope?

I swam for a few minutes and then decided it was best to just get away from the pool, so I grabbed my towel and went to the house and snapped on the TV. The afternoon shows were mostly crap, but I tried to concentrate on them anyway, and just chalk up the pool to an awkward situation. 

After an hour or so I began to think about supper, and decided it would be nice to grill out in the yard. So long as Jenny got dressed first. I pulled a couple of things out of the freezer and got a tray ready to take outside. But then it occurred to me that Jenny might have fallen asleep, and she could burn even with the lotion if she stayed too long. So I headed back to the pool.

Not wanting to repeat the earlier experience I tried not to look towards her as I walked in. But a quick glance almost sent me running again. She'd turned over, her beautiful body bathed in the bright sunlight. And the tiny top was gone! I couldn't hold back the "Oh shit!" that came from my mouth as my eyes locked onto her breasts, full and round with large deep pink nipples, heavy enough that they pulled slightly apart but so young and firm they were still standing tall and proud. In fact, they were perfect! And I couldn't pull my eyes away!

And suddenly her eyes popped open. "Dad!" And caught my open-mouthed stare. Oh god. I expected her to be really upset, call me a pervert, say she was leaving, or even worse. 

Her smile widened. "Like what you see?" She giggled. And slowly, eyes locked on mine, she got up from the chaise and faced me, exposing every inch of her beautiful body to my gaze. And now she had reddish brown glow, fresh from the sun. "Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?" She raised her hands to her breasts, I thought ... I hoped, to cover them, but instead she pinched the nipples and dropped her hands back to her sides. 

My mouth and eyes snapped shut until I could look away. "Honey, please! You're beautiful, more than I could have imagined! But you know this isn't right!"

In a soft voice, "It's fine daddy. I like it when you look at me and I can see you're happy with me. I love knowing what you think of me, how I've grown up."

I was about to tell her that I was happy knowing what a beautiful daughter I had, but not with the way she was displaying herself to me, that I just shouldn't see her like that. But it suddenly occurred to me that this had to be the result of us suddenly being separated for so long, just when she needed me most, during her teen years. She was desperate for my approval, even though I'd already showed it every way I could!

I felt a twinge of guilt. I should have done more, insisted that Margot let me see her more often, been a part of her life. God knows I'd wanted to be but every time I tried Margot shut me out. So I didn't. I didn't know how to handle it so I did nothing. Dammit! And now, I didn't have a clue how to handle this! And once again, I could feel the pressure building inside my shorts.

Desperate, I changed the subject. "Honey, I'm going to cook supper on the grill. Why don't you get changed and I'll get things started." For a moment I thought I saw a little disappointment in her eyes. Damn it! She liked this situation, even though she saw how uncomfortable I was! But she said okay, wrapped a towel around herself and headed for the house. But on the way by me she stopped and brushed her lips across my cheek. I couldn't escape the facts. She was flirting with me!

If I could have I'd have told her I had to send her back to Margot. Much as I loved having her I just couldn't handle what was going on between us. But Margot was away and the apartment wasn't an option. I was trapped. So I decided I'd just have to be on my guard and head off anything unusual. But there was no way I could be mean to her. I had never been and wouldn't start now. After all, I loved her with all my heart.

I cooked us a couple of steaks and baked potatoes and we sat in the shade, eating them with a little afternoon breeze helping the comfort level. And it was like nothing had ever happened. I asked her a little about college, not really knowing what she was even studying, and she filled me in on her favorite subjects. It was obvious she loved school and intended to make the most of her senior year. She didn't say so but I was sure she was doing as well as she had in high school. 

When I asked why they had never asked for help with tuition she said with a smile, "I have a full scholarship dad! First, because of my grades in high school and now because I'm on the varsity swim team." But then she added, "You know, mom has some money, and I have a feeling she'd have let hell freeze over before she asked you. But if worse had come to worse I would have, dad. You've never let me down yet!"

Of course that made me feel good, knowing she felt that way, and I reassured her that it was the truth and never to forget it. She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. "Bestest dad ever!" And that made me feel even better. 

We went out for ice cream, a special treat for her she said, because she never ate it since she was always in training. But she felt like a little celebration because she'd gotten her dad back. If she was trying to butter me up it worked, because next to having her with me, knowing she felt that way too was the best present I could think of. 

When we got home it was almost dark, and Jenny went to check for email on her laptop while I settled onto the couch with the TV again. She was gone quite a while, an hour or more, and when she came back I said, "Wow, you must get a lot of email, not that I'm surprised. Anything good?"

"No daddy," she giggled, "just a few girlfriends from school, and the usual spam crap, porn and stuff."

I looked at her wide-eyed. "Baby! You get porn?"

She giggled. "It's just spam; I don't open it!" But she added quietly, "But sometimes I do watch porn. Remember daddy, I'm still your little girl, but I'm 20 now, grown up, and I get horny sometimes. It's only natural you know. And I do think about making love, too. A lot."

She lowered her eyes from mine and looked away, blushing. Oh god, she was right, she was a woman and it was perfectly normal! I didn't want her to feel ashamed, much less think that I was. In fact I was glad she trusted me enough to tell me things like that. I just had never thought of her that way before. Until she'd come to stay with me I still pictured her as a child!

But now I wondered. "Honey you said you don't have a steady boyfriend, what ... what do you do when you're away at school?" 

She looked down again. "I can watch porn there too, when my roommates aren't around. Or I just go to bed and think of someone, just picture a scene in my mind. I can take care of my need pretty quickly that way. And sometimes, I just have to, or I can't concentrate on my work. Besides, some day I might want to know how to do some of that ... stuff." She giggled shyly.

"Then honey I guess that means you've never had ... um, you've never done ... anything?"

She looked at me with a worried expression. "If you mean, am I a virgin ... no dad, I'm not." Then she quickly added, "But I only did it once, a long time ago. The night of high school graduation. I went to a party and there was beer and stuff there. And everyone else was drinking so I tried it. It tasted terrible but I forced it down. And pretty soon I began to feel good, and it didn't taste so bad. I got drunk." 

"And there was this guy, we'd been friends in school, but that's all. But somehow we ended up in the back seat of his car. And he did it. We did it. I hardly remember. But I know it wasn't good. And even then I realized it wasn't like I remembered you and mom at all! Then I got sick after it was over." 

"And after that, I was terrified for almost a month! Because he didn't use a rubber and I wasn't on the pill. But finally my period came." She let out a deep sigh of relief, even now remembering the worry. "And right after that I got my prescription and I've been on it ever since. Just in case. But daddy, the truth is, that turned me off so badly I've been afraid to let anyone get that near me again. Even though sometimes I get so wet I soak my panties watching that porn. It's really frustrating sometimes, but I just have to deal with it. Maybe someday ..."

It was a long time ago, but something was bothering me. "Jenny, I went to your graduation and I know we weren't given much time to talk. Margot didn't even really let me congratulate you. But I remember you saying she was having a party for you at the house that night. How did you end up at the other party?"

She almost dove for the couch and curled up in a ball against my side. I heard a sniffle. And when I looked down, tears were rolling down her face. She looked up at me and began to bawl. I held her, patting her softly, trying to get her to calm down. When she did, she managed to gasp out, "Oh Daddy! Margot didn't tell me she hadn't invited you! And for a while I thought you just didn't come. But I knew you wouldn't do that, especially without saying anything to me! So I asked her and she told me you weren't invited! I was so mad I started screaming at her. And finally grabbed the car keys and ran out of the house. And that's how I ended up at the other party ... and how I ended up drinking beer. Just for spite, to get even! It's probably why I let the guy steer me to his car!"




Daddy's Girl



Her arms grabbed me and she pulled herself hard against me. "Oh daddy, if she'd let you come, none of that ever would have happened! God, sometimes I hate her!"

Hate comes hard to me. Even after what Margot did to me I couldn't find it in my heart to really hate her. That ... and Jenny ... were the only reasons we still had any relationship at all. But right then I felt hatred. I felt my face get red and my grip on Jenny tightened. Not only had she deprived both me and Jenny of being together during her teen years, but in a way she had caused Jenny to lose a treasured possession. Her virginity. And beyond that, now she was still scarred emotionally over it.

I pulled her up to me, wrapped my arms tight around her and kissed her cheek. And just held her. And I could feel her relax against me in my arms as I whispered, "Honey, I know we've both missed so much over the last five years. I'm not a great teacher, but I know there would have been times when you could have used a little input from me. But that's over with now. We're not going to be separated like that any more. Fuck Margot!

"But baby, I have to tell you this and you need to think about it. Life goes on and there comes a time when you have to let go of things. I know what happened to you was awful, but you can't let it ruin the rest of your life. You're a beautiful, super-smart girl, one that I know can make men drool. And it won't take long for the right one to come along, so you need to be ready when he does. Having a companion who truly loves you is the best thing ever. 

"Forget what happened, let the needs you feel guide you at least a little. You have to be careful, lots of guys will hit on you for the wrong reasons, but one will be attracted to you just for you. And if he is what you want, meets your standards, which I know are pretty high just because of how you conduct your own life, be open to him. It may not be the first one, sometimes we have to give up on things and move on, but it will happen honey. Look to your future, it will be wonderful. And the past can't hurt you any more."

She leaned back a little, looked me in the eyes and gave me a little smile. And didn't say anything for a minute. Then, "Oh daddy, if only ..." And she bit her lip.

I knew there were a lot of "if only's" and I could only hope that I'd helped a few of them and would be able to fix more if need be. We relaxed together for a while in front of the TV, then she said she was tired and needed to go to bed. We both got up, and before she headed up the stairs she wrapped her arms around me and just smiled, face to face, for a minute. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. It seemed like she was reluctant to let go and she pressed herself against me. And when she finally said, "Night dad!" she kissed me again. On the lips. Before trotting up the stairs with a smiling glance back at me. 

I sat back down and pondered. I was getting strange messages from Jenny. But I was getting even stranger ones from my own body. When she held me like that and kissed me I felt a response I didn't understand and was repulsed by. Arousal. Just a little, but undeniably there. 

Of course, after having been separated for five years, and then suddenly being together again and realizing how much we had missed each other ... and how much we loved each other ... It was probably natural to feel overflowing emotions. But I loved her as a father, not a lover! And yet ... It was long enough that memories of our daily lives together had dimmed a little. And where I knew a little girl before, barely a teenager, she was now a grown woman, more beautiful and sexy than it seemed she gave herself credit for. And certainly more than any woman I'd ever been with. 

And as for Jenny, one moment she was still very much my little girl and the next, a woman, touching me and acting in a very grown up way! Maybe it was my imagination or my fault. But certainly not, when she displayed her almost naked body to me at the pool, after insisting that I cover her with the lotion. Did she know what the touching might do, to me, and maybe, to her? It seemed to me she was truly showing herself off to me as the beautiful woman she was. 

And there were the kisses. Seemingly innocent but obviously out of place. Since I knew now about the porn and the urges she'd been having I knew she had adult feelings, even if little experience. I knew she understood the attraction and relationship of the sexes. My body reacted to her as it would with any woman. And I had a feeling she knew it; I wondered if she wanted it. It almost seemed she was trying to provoke it. But worst of all were the feelings for her I knew I shouldn't have. And I couldn't bear the thought of separating from her again. Could I handle it?

It was late, and I hadn't the slightest interest in the TV, my confused thoughts now having taken control. So in a few minutes I headed off to bed too, wondering if there was any chance I could sleep and make them go away.

My mind was still going in circles at first, but at last I began to nod off. And then I heard it again, an almost indefinable noise that seemed to come from her room. Perhaps just the bed creaking. But in a few moments I was relieved to hear the bathroom door close. And very quickly, the sound of water; she was taking a shower. It seemed a bit odd in the middle of the night, but nothing of concern. And the soft muffled rush of the water almost put me to sleep. In fact, I didn't even notice when it stopped. 

But my eyes popped open when I heard the latch on my door. And the slow creak as it opened. Oh fuck! This time she was not so quiet as she slowly walked to my bed, her steps were purposeful. And she was breathing deeply, perhaps nervously. And I heard a loud rustle of the sheet, felt it move, before her weight settled on the mattress. 

I was holding my breath. I didn't know what to do. Play "dead" again? Ask her what she wanted? What she was doing? Just tell her to go back to her bed? Oh god! But most of that became beside the point when I felt something brush against my back. She was under the sheet with me! And I had only my undershorts on, as always, in summer.

She moved closer relentlessly, and soon she was pressing herself against my back. And it was obvious now, she was naked or nearly so! I could feel her hardened nipples against my skin. But worse than any of that, I was responding to her touch. I felt a tightening in my groin and in moments, I was hard! As a rock! I wanted to cry. I wanted to yell at her. But I was so conflicted I couldn't make a sound or move a muscle. And she had to know that by now I was awake.

And then she put an arm over me and her hand against my chest, and pulled herself tight against me. I gasped. Loudly! "Oh god honey, what are you doing?

"Daddy, I just want to be with you."

"Baby, you know this isn't right. We can't be together like this. Suppose you mother knew?"

"Daddy! I don't give a damn what she'd think! She's the one that's kept us apart all these years!" But then she spoke in a quiet voice, almost whispering in my ear. "But no one else knows or ever will. It's just us." 

We were both silent for minutes, and I lay still. If I could have thought of anything that would matter I'd have said it. But I had no idea what to say, or do. I should have gotten up. Or pushed her away. I couldn't do it to her. And the pole painfully tenting my shorts, totally against my will, was clouding my mind. I could hardly think at all. And I still didn't move a muscle.

And then I felt her hand slide lightly across my chest and down my arm. And her lips brushed my back, just below my neck. Her voice was so quiet I could barely hear. "Daddy, I love the feel of you touching me. I loved it when you put the lotion on me. I never expected it. But it did something. It was a nice warm feeling, and yet I was shivering inside." Again, long silence.

"I noticed it first when I kissed your cheek. And my breast brushed against your chest. Daddy, I never felt anything like that before! It wasn't just a touch. It was fire! I could hardly pull away from you!" 

This was hard, but I had to say it, and I felt like a hypocrite because of my own feelings at that moment. "Baby, I know what you're feeling. They're adult feelings, and they would be normal between lovers. But we aren't lovers and we can't be. God honey, I'm your father, not your boyfriend!"

Another long silence, and she didn't move. Then she almost broke my heart. "Daddy, you've been like a father to me all these years, the best father I could have. Even the years we've been apart, the memory of how you guided me and loved me kept me going." 

When she spoke again it sounded like she was crying. "But daddy, you're not my father! Much as I would love it if you were, you aren't and never will be! And if anyone ever questions that our DNA will tell the truth, and you know it. Maybe mom was right. It's time I call you Tom. The only real relationship we have is as a man and a woman, now that I'm grown." Silence again. 

Now I couldn't speak even if I'd known what to say. Because I was choking. Tears were welling up in my eyes and I was trying desperately not to sob. All our years together as father and daughter and now she was throwing that away because she was feeling something else. I was distraught. The only good thing was, any feelings of desire for her were suddenly gone, along with the erection. I couldn't hold it back. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I began to sniffle.

"Daddy daddy, please don't do that! What's wrong? I never meant to hurt you, I never would do that!"

I tried to get it together. I knew she didn't want to hurt me and I didn't want to hurt her. But I was still shocked and upset by what she said. "Jenny, how can you just forget about all our years together as a family? You are the daughter I'd have dreamed of having, and now I think of you and love you that way. I don't want to throw that all away, even though you've grown up more beautiful than I could have imagined. Besides, I'm more than twice your age! Compared to you I'm an old man.

"Oh dad. I'm sorry, because you're right ... about our life together and our relationship. And you'll always be my daddy, I don't want to call you Tom; that was stupid. But daddy, I feel things for you. I have for a long time.

"I told you about my dreams. But there were others. Daddy I dreamt about seeing you and mom in bed. But the dreams were strange. With other dreams I was always the person seeing what was happening, feeling the emotions. But with those, it was like I was mom! I could almost feel your body pressing against me. Of course, for a while I didn't really know what you were doing; WE were doing. But even so it excited me. And later, after mom and I left here, I learned of course, and then I got aroused, over and over. Sometimes almost every night. And then I'd wake up and my panties would be wet, my hands between my legs!

"It wasn't until I went to college that I saw porn ... on a roommate's laptop. And then I understood what I'd been feeling! I was shocked by what I saw at first, but it turned me on ... in fact I was on fire! And all the dreams made sense. It wasn't mom with you. It was me! And after that I'd lie awake at night, rubbing myself until I exploded, and every time I ended up crying, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" muffled against my pillow. Daddy, it's been like that for three years!"

For a while she was quiet after that, and I hated myself, but I began to feel that reaction to her again, after hearing that I had been the focus of all her erotic thoughts. And I couldn't imagine what I could say to that. I knew she wasn't lying, and if it happened it happened, it was real and I couldn't change it. But until this week, until she'd started it, I had never had an erotic thought about her. And I was distraught that now I couldn't keep them out of my head. 

She was still laying against me, and now she was holding my hand in hers. Tightly. And then she moved. And didn't stop. Jeezus Christ, she was rubbing against me, very slowly, very lightly. And her nipples were hard again and dragging across the thin skin of my back. It wasn't that it did anything for me directly, although the memory of seeing her beautiful breasts made me shudder, but I knew it was intentional, and what it might be doing to her. And when I heard a little moan that was almost a whimper I knew I was right. 

I could have stopped it. Just pull away, get out of bed. I didn't have to be mean or harsh with her. But then what? The room would be full of question marks. I didn't move a muscle. Even when she lifted a leg and put it over my hip, then hooked her foot against my leg so she could pull herself against me tighter. And now I could feel her body undulate as she moved just a little faster and harder against me. My god, she was using my body to masturbate! And once again I was hard as a rock!

"Jenny, please don't."

"Daddy. Please!" It came out as a squeaky whimper. 

"I can't Jenny. We can't. It just isn't right."

She continued to move, in silence, then, "Daddy, I love you daddy!"

Suddenly she pulled her hand away from mine, then wrapped her arm around me, her palm against my chest, and pulled us tightly together. And she shifted slightly, pushing up a little until I knew her pussy was pressing against my hip, and she was almost lying on me. Her hips began to rock, more urgently now, grinding against me.

"Oh god, Jenny! No!"

She didn't speak, but now her breathing was becoming deep and fast, almost panting. And she began to whimper and cry in time with her movements. And suddenly I realized, I could smell her arousal! She wasn't going to stop! 

I was shaking. I was mortified. But I couldn't deny my arousal. It was so easy to forget it was Jenny. Because it was a grown woman, not a little girl, and she had abandoned all restraint, wanting me, taking what she could get and probably imagining her dreams, what she had seen between me and Margot and turning it into her and me. 

She was beginning to sweat, and her body against mine was slippery now, smooth, except for those rough hard nipples grating against my skin. She was grinding against my shorts, but even so I began to feel warmth. And moisture. Despite myself my nostrils flared as I sucked in her essence, which had the effect of an aphrodisiac on me. And I couldn't stifle the moan as my hips moved and my straining cock rubbed against my boxer briefs.

She heard me and it seemed to energize her. Now she knew she was having an effect on me too, and suddenly she began to rock, hard, with total abandon, letting her leg fall away, opening herself wide and grinding against my hip. I was shuddering now, and I grabbed handfuls of the sheet, steadying myself against her onslaught. 

She moved faster and faster, making the bed rock and creak, and she began to cry little high pitched squeaks in time with the thrusting of her hips. Her scent was filling the room like an erotic perfume. And suddenly her arm tightened around me like a vise, and she yelled, "Oh daddy, daddyyyyyyyyyy!" and squealed, over and over, as her hips moved in slow motion, grinding, mashed hard against me. And I felt wetness running down over me. 

And it was then I realized, I was whimpering too, and my hips were pumping, totally against my will, wanting, needing, demanding. The urge to touch myself was almost overwhelming, but I managed to avoid that, gritting my teeth. And in frustration I smashed my fist into the mattress. 

She gasped at that, and at last, slid off and away from me, lying behind me on the bed, still panting quietly. 

"Oh god, Jenny, what have you done? What have we done?"

"Daddy, my panties are soaking wet!" I hadn't even been sure she was wearing them. 

She kicked the last of the sheet away, and when I heard her moving I knew she was taking them off. And then I felt her hand on my back, sliding up and down, rubbing gently. 

"Oh daddy, I don't want you to be mad. I love you! Please daddy!" And she put her hand on my shoulder and tugged. She wanted me to turn to her. 

Jenny! God Jenny! Oh ..."

With her scent and my arousal and the vivid memory of what had just happened I couldn't think clearly. I rolled onto my back. And belatedly, reached down and quickly pulled the sheet to my waist, trying to hide my obvious erection from her, even though in the dark she probably couldn't have seen it anyway.

And she did what I knew she would do. She pushed up from her back and slid against me again. But this time she didn't stop. And I felt her nipples, still rock hard, slide across my chest until I could feel her breath on my cheek. And then she kissed me.

At first it was a little girl's kiss. Soft, gentle, her lips lightly pressing on mine. But she stopped for a moment; lifted her head. And when she kissed me again her lips were moist; she had licked them. And this time she pressed harder and her lips were moving against mine, grinding lightly, undulating. 

Then I felt her hand against my cheek, brushing it softly. I couldn't stand it, and a moan escaped my lips, and the moment it did the tip of her tongue swiped across them. I gasped and turned my head away from her. "Oh god Jenny, what are you doing? You have to stop this n ..."

Her hand pulled my head back towards her and her lips crushed against mine. But now they were demanding -- and open. And her tongue pushed and pushed until I yielded, and then it slipped softly into my mouth. I was lost.

She moaned, the sound heavy with need, and her hand moved from my head to my shoulder, holding me down as her mouth had its way with mine. I didn't even know how it happened, but my tongue met hers and they dueled, touching, brushing, playing, grinding together. And soon both of us were whimpering.

Her hand moved from my shoulder and began sliding slowly up and down my body. I lifted my hand to stop her, but only succeeded in covering hers, and they moved together. Her whole body was in motion now, pressing against me, her soft skin caressing mine. I was shaking -- hard -- and I could feel her shudder too. It was so many things, all combined; fear, guilt, need, almost unbridled desire. And our bodies felt like they were on fire against each other. 

It was long minutes before she finally relented, gently broke off the kiss and lifted her head. And both of us were panting. She whispered, so softly that only the dead silence in the room allowed me to hear it, "Daddy, I love you."

And stupidly, my mind totally gone, I whispered back, "Kitten, I love you too." And she kissed me again, before I could think of a way to take it back.

But now she was animated, her mouth greedily devouring mine, and she quickly slipped a leg between mine, pulling her body up until it was almost on top of me, her breasts pressing hard against my chest, the nipples boring holes. Using both hands she grasped my arms above the elbows and used them to move back and forth against me, moaning into my mouth. 

Her inner thigh was pressed against mine and she began to move her leg, Her unbearably soft skin brushing mine, over and over. And then I felt it. And so did she. Her upper thigh pressed down on my aching cock, now beyond rock hard and fighting to be free. I jumped and groaned loudly and she gasped, but realizing what she'd done, she only pressed harder and moved faster. Now the focal point for both of us was that iron bulge in my briefs, and she lifted her head and we stared at each other in the darkness. 

"Daddy, please, I need you." Her breath was coming in gasps and she never stopped moving. "Show me daddy, teach me how to be a woman. I need to know what I saw between you and mom, in the good days before she ..."

"Oh my god, Jenny, NO!" Her words brought me back from my erotic trance; my brain moved back to my skull from between my legs. I reached up and put my hands on her shoulders and tried to push her away. But she used her grip on my arms to resist, and I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her, and in the end, she won. "Jenny, we have to stop! We HAVE to!" I knew now it was not just her. I had been complicit in letting things get this far. 




Daddy's Girl



The Hitchhiker

It had been snowing all day. A wet, heavy incessant snow that was covering everything including the highway. Combined with a wind-chill factor in the teens, Christopher was almost frozen stiff. He was elated when the huge semi pulled over to pick him up. He climbed up into the cab and smiled thankfully at the driver.

"Thanks a lot mister. I was just about frozen out there."

"No problem, son." The driver smiled at him. "Name's Zeke," the driver said and extended his hand.

Christopher took the offered hand and shook it. His hand seemed to disappear inside of Zeke's grasp. Zeke was a big man. No, a huge man. Christopher guessed that he must be well over six feet tall and probably 250 to 300 pounds; probably in his forties or fifties. 

"What you doing hitching on a foul night like this, boy?' Zeke asked.

"I'm on my way back to school." Christopher replied. "I hitched a ride with a nice old couple, but they could only take me this far. So, I was lucky to find you."

"I'll say. What school you go to?"

"Simpson College. I'm twenty and going to be a sophomore."

"I heard them stories about Simpson."

"What stories?"

"'Bout how all those queer college boys there always having sex with each other."

"I don't know anything about that." Christopher said. He was shocked at the comment.

"Oh? Don't you got a boyfriend there?"

"No! I'm not gay!" Christopher protested.

"Didn't mean to ruffle your feathers. Just figured you might be a twink. I mean given your size and all."

"What's wrong with my size?"

"Nothing boy. I'm guessing you're about five-six and maybe a hundred and twenty pounds. Kind of boy a real man would like to use."

"Well, I'm not gay. I'm straight." Christopher said in a huff.

"So then, you got a girlfriend?"

"Had one in high school. But she went to school on the other side of the country, so we broke up."

"Was she a looker?"

"She was cute."

"But no girl at college?"

"Don't have time with study and everything."

"I hear you. And you ain't done nothing with the boys at school?"

"I told you, I'm not gay."

"Yeah, I just figured college boys were always experimenting and stuff."

"Not this boy."

"Then that makes you a gay virgin." Zeke said laughing heartily.

"Not the way I would put it, but I guess that's accurate." Christopher replied.

"Hey, I got some hot coffee in that thermos. Reach in the back and get yourself a cup and pour some. It'll warm you up."

Christopher poured himself some coffee and they sat and conversed as they drove. Thankfully, the conversation drifted to topics like sports and politics instead of sex. Christopher began to enjoy talking with Zeke. Despite his country-boy, aw-shucks manner, Zeke was pretty astute and a good conversationalist. After about an hour though, Zeke got a message from a fellow driver on his CB. It seemed that the main mountain pass was closed because of the storm and the trucker advised Zeke to seek shelter at Ruby's truck stop. About ten minutes later, Zeke parked his rig in the truck stop lot and began to put his coat on.

"C'mon, boy, let's get something to eat and see if Ruby's got some rooms for the night." Zeke said.

"You know my money's kind of tight. I could just sleep here in the truck for the night."

"Boy, you'll freeze your ass staying in the truck. I ain't going to have no dead boy in my truck tomorrow morning. Get your coat on and I'll buy you dinner and get you a room for the night." Zeke instructed.

"Thanks, Zeke." Christopher stammered.

"No problem, boy. We can figure a way for you to pay me back." Zeke smiled.

They ate steak for dinner and while Christopher went to the men's room, Zeke talked to Ruby about a room for the night. She had plenty of them, but Zeke requested one room with a king size bed. He told Ruby that he was going to have fun making Christopher his bitch and that if he asked, Ruby should tell him she only had the one room. Ruby had been Zeke's friend for years and she was happy to assist in his nefarious scheme.

The Room at the Truck Stop

Christopher began to object when Zeke told him they only had one room, but Zeke told him not to be silly about it. After all, they were both guys and sharing a room should be fine. Christopher began to have a bad feeling about it when they got to the room and he discovered there was only one bed. Again, Zeke calmed his fears explaining that the bed was more than big enough for the both of them. Christopher offered to sleep on the couch, but that was impractical. The couch wasn't long enough for Christopher to stretch his legs out. Christopher sat down to watch SportsCenter while Zeke showered. Zeke was in for quite awhile. When he came out, he was wearing a black terry cloth robe that came down to his knees.

"Your turn, boy." Zeke smiled.

"I don't think I'll shower tonight." Christopher replied.

"Boy, you smell rank. If we got to share the same bed, you got to smell clean."

Reluctantly, Christopher went into the bathroom, disrobed, and began to shower. He heard the bathroom door open and Zeke shouted out.

"I didn't think you got no robe with you, so I put an extra on the hook." 

When Christopher heard the bathroom door close, he turned off the water and toweled dry. His clothes were no longer on the floor where he had left them. The only thing to put on was a robe that Zeke had left hanging on the door. The robe was green satin with a Japanese style picture of cherry blossoms imprinted on it. Christopher put it on. It was short; not even to mid-thigh. In fact, it barely covered his ass cheeks in back and his cock in front. Christopher stretched it down as far as he could and entered the bedroom.

"Wow, you look nice and fresh." Zeke complimented him. "C'mon and sit down. I made you a drink."

Christopher crossed to the couch and sat next to Zeke who handed him a glass of scotch. Christopher took a sip of the whiskey and coughed slightly.

"Guess you're more used to flowery drinks, huh honey?" Zeke laughed.

"It just didn't go down right." Christopher replied.

"How do you like your robe?" Zeke asked him.

"Is this a girl's robe?" Christopher replied

"Sure is hon. And you look awfully pretty in it."

"Look, I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression, but I'm not interested in experimenting with you, Zeke."

"We ain't going to experiment, honey. I'm going to make you my bitch." Zeke said as he put his arm around Christopher.

"It's time for me to leave." Christopher said and got up from the couch.

"Only place you're going is into my bed, baby." Zeke said as he got up from the couch and walked toward Christopher. 

Christopher backed up into the wall. He was trapped with Zeke nearly on him. Zeke tried to put his arms around him, but Christopher put his hands on Zeke's chest and tried to push him away. Zeke chuckled and grabbed Christopher's wrists, pinning them above his head. Zeke lowered his head to Christopher. Christopher tried to resist, but Zeke was too strong. The next thing he knew, Zeke's thick lips were over his mouth and Zeke's tongue was seeking entry. Christopher clenched his teeth to deny access, but Zeke insistently licked Christopher's lips. Zeke knew how to get the boy's mouth open. He pinched Christopher's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As Christopher opened his mouth in surprise, Zeke slipped his tongue inside. Once again, he pinned both of Christopher's hands to the wall as his tongue made its new home in the boy's mouth; licking and massaging the boy's small tongue.

Christopher tried to struggle free, but he was no match for Zeke's strength. As Zeke's tongue explored his mouth, Christopher could feel his body beginning to respond. His cock was actually starting to get hard! This couldn't be happening! Christopher went weak at the knees and his body melted into Zeke's. Saliva began to drool from the corners of his mouth as Zeke tantalized him with his tongue. As Zeke felt Christopher's resistance evaporate, he began to run his hands over the boy's body. He cupped the boy's ass-cheeks in his hands and began to firmly knead and caress them. Christopher realized his hands were no longer pinned, but he didn't want the kiss to stop. He opened his mouth wider and Zeke stuck his tongue further down his throat. Zeke removed his tongue and looked down at the now pliant boy in his arms. Christopher gasped as Zeke swept him up into his arms and carried him to the bed. Zeke opened the boy's robe and smiled at his erect cock. His mouth closed over Christopher's again. This time the boy opened wide for Zeke's tongue. After a few moments, Zeke broke the kiss and smiled at the boy.

"Do you want to be Daddy's little girl, honey?" Zeke asked.

"I . . . I don't know." Christopher gasped.

"Daddy knows. Daddy will transform you." Zeke said as he laid Christopher on the bed.

Zeke removed Christopher's robe and then removed his own. Christopher's eyes widened in fear at the sight of Zeke's large, hairy body and his erect cock. His cock was huge! Christopher had maybe a 5" uncut cock, at the most. It looked like Zeke's cock was nine or ten inches and very thick with a large, mushroom head. It stood out pulsating and perpendicular to the floor. Zeke took a tube of KY from the nightstand and spread the jelly over his fuck-finger. He lay on the bed next to the boy and covered the boy's mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue hungrily into the boy's now welcoming mouth. Christopher moaned with pleasure at the feel of Zeke's tongue. Then he felt Zeke's finger toying with his asshole. Zeke teased the rim of the boy's ass with his greasy finger and then slowly inserted it into the boy. Christopher gulped slightly at the initial pain of entry. But then he began to moan with pleasure as Zeke began to finger-fuck him; slowly at first, then picking up speed. Zeke removed his tongue and finger from inside the boy and reached for the tube of KY again. Christopher lay panting on the bed as Zeke squeezed a gob of the lubricant into the palm of his hand, and then began to rub it all over his hard, pulsating cock. 

"What are you going to do?" Christopher gasped in fear.

"I'm going to fuck you and make you my little girl, my bitch."

"Please no! Your cock is so big. It'll hurt. I don't think I can take it."

"You'll take it, baby. And you'll learn to love it. Now it's time to slide it into your male pussy and transform you into my bitch!"

Zeke moved quickly. He spread the boy's legs and flung them over his shoulders. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to the boy's pussy. Then slowly, the mushroom head began to penetrate the boy.

"Oh no! It hurts!" The boy protested.

"It'll stop hurting, honey, you'll get used to it." Zeke said gently and pushed his cock in further.

"Please, no further." The boy whimpered.

"That's it. Beg like the little bitch you are. Soon you'll be a faggot, begging me to slide it into you." And Zeke pushed in further.

"Oh please, no more." The boy whimpered.

"One more push and I'm all the way into your boy-pussy." Zeke said and gave a final push burying all of his meat inside the boy. 

They lay quietly with the boy panting. He could feel Zeke's cock pulsing inside of him. The pain wasn't quite as bad now. And then Zeke began to slowly fuck him. Now the boy felt a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pleasure? He couldn't really like this, could he? Zeke began to pound him faster. As the tempo sped up, the pain really was turning to pleasure. Zeke plunged his tongue into the boy's mouth as he continued to fuck his male pussy. The boy was moaning now and his own cock was rock hard. Zeke knew he had the boy now.

"Do you want me stop, bitch?" Zeke sneered.

"No, please. Please don't stop." The boy pleaded.

"Say, 'please Daddy'."

"Please, Daddy. Oh, please, fuck me more, Daddy." Chrissie begged.

"Yes, baby. Daddy is going to cum inside you. Daddy's going to cum now!"

Zeke's body tensed up as the spasms of his orgasm shook him. His cock was shooting loads of cum into the boy's pussy. Zeke's cum filled the boy and began to leak out of him onto the bed. The spasms finally subsided and Zeke's cock stopped shooting cum. Zeke collapsed on top of the boy. He could feel the boy's cock begin to spasm against his chest. The boy's cum shot against Zeke's chest and, uncontrollably hit the boy's chin and mouth. As the boy's spasms stopped, Zeke held him tightly.

"I knew you were going to be my bitch the moment you stepped in my cab." Zeke said. "And now you are. You're my little faggot girl. I'm going to love training you, honey."

Zeke rolled off the boy and pulled the boy to him. He wrapped his big arms and legs around the boy enveloping him in his big, hairy body. The boy sensed that he belonged to Zeke now. He was afraid he had lost his freedom. He feared that he couldn't get away from the trucker even if he wanted to. The disturbing thing was - he didn't want to get away. Then he drifted off to sleep in Zeke's arms.

2:10 AM.  That's what the clock read when the boy opened his eyes. He was lying on his side snuggled against Zeke who was spooning him. Zeke's huge cock was lying against the boy's ass. He could feel it growing against his ass cheeks. It was throbbing against his crack when Zeke lifted the boy's leg to gain access to his hole. The head of Zeke's cock pushed into the boy's hole. Zeke pulled the boy closer against him and the length of his cock slid into the boy. The boy gasped with the initial pain and then began to moan with pleasure as Zeke slowly fucked him. 

"That's it faggot. Moan like the little girly-slut you are." Zeke whispered in the boy's ear.

The boy moaned louder and his body began to match the rhythm of Zeke's fucking. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Please fuck me." The boy moaned.

Zeke wrapped his meaty hand around the boy's cock and began to jack him in time to the fucking. The boy began to spasm and Zeke pumped his hot cum out onto the bed. The boy's orgasm brought Zeke to the edge and his cum began to erupt into the boy's ass. Zeke grunted like an animal in heat as he shot load after load of hot cum into the boy. The cum was too much for the boy to hold, so it leaked out of his boy-pussy onto the bed. After Zeke shot the last of his load, he lay against the boy holding him tightly.

"Whose bitch are you?" Zeke whispered into the boy's ear.

"I'm your bitch, Daddy."

"Fuckin' right." Zeke said and began to drift back to sleep.

The boy lay there as Zeke's cock began to soften in his ass. Eventually, it slipped out and the boy slept.

 

Morning

The sun shining through the motel room window woke the boy. He was lying on his stomach with his hands above his head. Zeke lay next to him, snoring loudly. Zeke's leg and arm lay across the boy's body, pinning him to the bed. The boy moved to try and get out of bed, but when he did so, Zeke scooted closer. The boy could feel Zeke's cock growing against his ass-cheek. Zeke began to grind his cock against the boy's ass, making it grow hard and large. Zeke's full erection awakened him.

"Mmmm, good morning, baby." Zeke said sleepily as he planted a kiss on the boy's neck.

"Good morning, Daddy." The boy said submissively.

"Daddy has some morning wood working. I need my little faggot to take care of that, don' you think?"

"Whatever you say, Daddy."

"You bet your fucking ass, whatever I say." Zeke chuckled as he sat up in bed. His cock stood up straight and throbbing. Zeke wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few jerks. "Daddy's got some breakfast here for his little girl. Come over here and wrap your mouth around Daddy's cock."

"I . . . I've never sucked cock Daddy."

"Now is the time to learn, baby. Come here and get your mouth on this."

The boy crawled between Zeke's legs, staring at the throbbing monster in front of him.

"Lick it like a lollipop, honey. Use your tongue."

The boy stuck his tongue out and licked Zeke's cock from its base to the head in one long motion. The taste of the throbbing pud was strangely exciting to the boy. He licked again and then again. Pre-cum began to ooze from the mushroom head of Zeke's cock. The boy licked some into his mouth. The taste was somewhat sweet-sour.

"That's it, bitch." Zeke said. "Now take it in your mouth as far as you can."

The boy's mouth began to descend on Zeke's pulsating organ. He couldn't possibly take the whole thing, could he? He got about half of it in, then backed off as he began to gag.

"Just relax your mouth and take a little more each time, baby." Zeke instructed. "That's it. Take more. Oh yes, you're a good little cocksucker, ain't you. That's it, baby, use your tongue to play with Daddy's cock."

It was getting easier for the boy to take more and more of Zeke's rod. Finally, he managed to get the whole thing down his throat. He had never been in such an erotically charged situation before. It was overwhelming; the manly smell of Zeke's body, the scent of all the sexual fluids released during the previous night's fucking, the feel of Zeke's throbbing cock in his mouth, the sucking sounds as he ministered to Zeke's cock! The boy felt his own cock hardening with desire. This couldn't be happening to him. He wasn't gay, was he? 

"That's so good, baby." Zeke moaned as the boy held the base of Zeke's cock in his hand and his head bobbed up and down on the throbbing rod. "Daddy has a nice protein breakfast for his girly-boy. You just need to suck it out of Daddy. Oh yes," Zeke moaned with pleasure. Then the spasms shook him. He sprayed a huge load of cum into the boy's soft mouth.

The boy thought he would gag as the cum filled his mouth. He tried to back off, but Zeke's hand on his head held him firm. Another huge load shot into his mouth; then another and another and another.

"That's it, baby. Swallow all of it, honey. Yes. Suck it out of Daddy and swallow all of Daddy's cum." Zeke smiled as he watched the boy nurse his cock and drain all of its fluid. "Yes, baby, you got it all. Now lick Daddy clean."

The boy eagerly did as ordered. He licked all the cum off of Zeke's crotch; off of his cock and balls and thighs. Zeke's orgasm had been prolific as usual and cum had leaked out the boy's mouth. But the clean-up was intoxicating for the boy. His own little cock was stiff and hard and doing little pushups in the air. Zeke smiled when he noticed this. He lifted the boy up to him and plunged his tongue into the boy's mouth as he wrapped his hand around the boy's penis, squeezing and stroking. The boy was moaning now. He was out of control and frantic to cum. His tongue eagerly danced against Zeke's. He began to shake uncontrollably as his cock spasm'd and Zeke milked the cum out of him. Then, sated, he collapsed against Zeke with a huge sigh of contentment. Zeke wrapped his arms around his boy and held him close.

"Today we begin your training, baby. And you begin your new life with me. You understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." The boy replied.

"First thing you got to understand is, you belong to me now. You got to obey me without question. If you don't obey, I got to punish you. Spank your sexy little ass, or worse. You understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Next you got to understand exactly what you are. But you can't just hear me say it. You got to say it. When you say it, it's real. When you say it, it's true. You are a not a real man. You are a faggot. What are you, boy?"

"I am . . . I am a faggot."

"You are a sissy. Say it, boy."

"I am a sissy."

"Good. You are a cocksucker."

"I am a cocksucker."

"You are a girly-boy."

"I am a girly-boy." And the boy began to tear up realizing what was happening to him.

"That's it little sissy-girl. Cry as you give yourself to Daddy. You are a bitch."




Daddy's Girl



"I . . . I am a bitch." The boy sobbed.

"Whose bitch are you?" Zeke demanded.

"I am Daddy's bitch."

"Who owns you?"

"Daddy owns me."

"When Daddy fucked you last night, his cum transformed you. Your ass is now my pussy. And you ain't got a cock. That little thing between your legs is too pathetic to be a cock. You got a clit, right girl?"

"I have a clit, Daddy."

"Daddy has a real cock. You're going to learn to love and worship Daddy's cock. You're going to be a slave to Daddy's cock. Right, bitch?"

"I am Daddy's cock-slave."

"Good girl. We need to get cleaned up now and go get some breakfast."

 

Breakfast

They showered and dressed and walked down to the truck-stop restaurant. On the way, Zeke checked the weather report. Conditions were clearing up, but it looked like they would have to spend one more night in the motel. All the rooms were full now and Zeke greeted some of his old trucker friends as they made their way to a booth. Ruby came over carrying a pot of coffee to wait on them.

"Morning, Zeke." She smiled. "You gents sleep okay?"

"Didn't do much sleeping, Ruby. But it sure was nice." Zeke smiled.

"What can I get you for breakfast?"

"I'll have the steak and eggs with a side of pancakes. My girly-boy here will have a orange juice and a bowl of fruit-loops."

Ruby chuckled. "What's your boy's name?"

"Chrissie."

"He don't look much like a Chrissie."

"By the end of the day he will. That Wal-Mart across the highway open?"

"Yeah. Ain't nobody shopping cause of the storm. But I reckon you can get real personal service today. Let me go order up your breakfast."

As Ruby walked towards the kitchen counter, Zeke wrapped his arm around Chrissie and pulled him close. In between sips of his coffee, Zeke ministered to Chrissie, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ears, massaging his chest and tweaking his nipples, sliding his hand between Chrissie's legs and fondling his hard little cock. Chrissie just closed his eyes and laid his head back on Zeke's shoulder. He began to whimper with pleasure as Zeke concentrated all his efforts on the boy's cock. Chrissie came at the same time breakfast came. His pants were wet and cum-stained as he sat next to Zeke and ate his fruit loops.

After breakfast, Zeke rose from the booth and held out his hand to Chrissie. "C'mon, baby, let's go shopping."

"Maybe I should just leave now, Daddy? Maybe you're done with me?" Chrissie asked timidly.

"What are you?" Zeke demanded.

"I'm a faggot." Chrissie said quietly, eyes downcast.

"Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, Daddy."

"Who makes decisions for you?"

"You do, Daddy."

"Damn straight! This ain't no game. You're my property now; to do with as I please. Now take my hand and get your ass out a that booth."

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm going to have to punish you later for questioning me, bitch. Now let's go."

Zeke led Chrissie by the hand to the register. While Ruby processed his card, Zeke let his hand wander down to Chrissie's ass, caressing and squeezing his firm little cheeks. Chrissie could feel the eyes of the truckers on her as Zeke possessively played with her ass. Zeke paid. They left.

 

Shopping for Clothes

Zeke led Chrissie by the hand across the highway to the Wal-Mart. Because of the snow storm, the store was practically empty. But Chrissie could feel the eyes of the clerks watching them as Zeke led her by the hand to the women's section in the store. Zeke led Chrissie over to a sales girl. The girl looked like a teenager. She wore her uniform provocatively tight. With the heavy make-up she wore, she looked like a little tart.

"Can I help you, Sir?" She asked Zeke.

"What's your name, honey?" Zeke responded.

"Linda."

"Well, Linda, this here is my little girly-boy, Chrissie. Chrissie is a little sissy-slut; but she ain't got no clothes appropriate for a sissy. I'm hoping you can help me dress her to look the part. If you do, there's a nice big tip for your help."

"I can sure help you." Linda giggled. "'Especially for a nice tip. What you got in mind for Chrissie to wear?"

"Why don't we take Chrissie into a dressing room and strip her so you can see what you got to work with." Zeke suggested.

"Sure thing, honey." Linda giggled and led them into the dressing area. There was no one else there, so they had the area all to themselves.

"Okay, strip, bitch." Zeke commanded Chrissie.

"In front of her, Daddy?'

"Are you disobeying me?" Zeke demanded.

"No, Daddy." Chrissie said with downcast eyes. The boy stripped down and stood there in front of Zeke and Linda.

"Why don't we start with panties and stockings?" Zeke asked. "I like lace and I like satin. Probably need white, and pink, and black."

"Sure thing," said Linda. She was back in a flash with a variety of panties that Chrissie embarrassingly tried on. They settled on seven pair and Zeke instructed Chrissie to keep the pink lace panties on to wear for the day.

While Zeke was deciding on the panties, Linda picked out stockings for Chrissie to wear. Zeke decided on a couple pair of sheer nylons and a few pair of thigh-high striped stockings in various pastel colors. Linda picked out a nice garter belt for the nylons and brought back a selection of camisoles for Chrissie to try. Now Chrissie stood there attired in pink lace panties, a pink camisole that covered her pecs, but ended above her midriff, and thigh-high pastel pink and white stockings. For the next hour, Chrissie tried on a variety of mini-skirts, blouses, sweaters, mini-dresses and pants. Zeke made his final selections and then completed Chrissie's ensemble for the day: a sleeveless pink blouse and a pair of pink stretch pants. Linda then led them to the shoe department. Chrissie could feel all eyes staring at him as Zeke led him by the hand across the store. Chrissie was so self-conscious that trying on shoes was agonizing. But after about twenty minutes, Zeke had selected shoes. Chrissie was now wearing a pair of light brown leather boots lined with pink fur, the fur spilling out of the top to form a fringe.

"Shit! She's starting to look like the little sissy she is. Good job, Linda. Now, where can we get her ears pierced?"

"Follow me, hon." Linda smiled and led them to the jewelry section.

In just a few minutes, Chrissie had two little gold letter "Z" earrings dangling from her newly-pierced ears. 

"How about some make-up for her, Linda?" Zeke asked.

"Follow me." Linda replied.

"I don't want her to be a painted whore; just something subtle. Maybe some lipstick and something around the eyes." Zeke instructed.

Linda chose a subtle shade of pink lipstick and mascara and liner for the eyes. She made Chrissie up and Zeke nodded approvingly.

"So, last thing." Zeke said. "I seen this thing on TV that's not really a razor, but gets rid of hair for quite awhile."

"I know exactly what you're talking about." Linda said. "Follow me."

Chrissie was confused and despondent as Zeke led her by the hand back across the highway. Yesterday she had been a normal college boy hitching a ride back to school. Last night she had been subdued and fucked by this man who led her. This morning she had sucked Daddy's cock and swallowed his cum. Worse yet, she had been sexually aroused by the fucking and the sucking and by being dominated. On the one hand, she felt disgusted by the things he had done to her. On the other, she wanted more. No - she craved more! She felt like she was falling deeper and deeper into a pit of erotic pleasure and submission; a pit that she was unable to free herself from. How could she escape and reclaim her life? This is crazy she thought. I'm a guy. And here I am thinking of myself as "she!" What is to become of me?

 

Marked and Owned

Chrissie could feel all eyes on her as Zeke led her across the lobby. Zeke held the door to their room open and she entered and turned to him as the door clicked closed. She was going to beg him to let her go. She had to before she was past the point of no return. But before she could say a word, Zeke's hand smacked across her cheek sending her sprawling to the bed. Chrissie's eyes teared and she could feel the heat emanating from her cheek as she held her hand to where Zeke had struck her.

"I told you that you were going to be punished, bitch; and now you are! Strip those clothes off, now!" Zeke shouted at her.

Chrissie was afraid. She quickly stood and stripped naked. Zeke grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her across his lap. Zeke ran his hand caressingly over Chrissie's ass-cheeks and then - SMACK! - he brutally spanked her ass. Zeke alternated caressing and spanking. Chrissie's ass began to glow red from the spanking. But she was getting sexually aroused from the caressing! Her ass was hurting, but her cock was throbbing with unexpected pleasure. Zeke laughed heartily as he administered his punishment. Then he stopped spanking.

"Get up, bitch!" He commanded.

Chrissie stumbled to her feet and Zeke stood and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the big round table in the bedroom. He bent her at the waist over the table, so that her arms and torso lay on the table. Then he dropped his drawers and opened the tube of KY, slathering it over his already hard and throbbing cock.

"You're a bitch, aren't you, Chrissie?" He sneered.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm a bitch." Chrissie sobbed.

"Well, a bitch isn't a proper bitch until she takes it doggy-style." Zeke said and placed his cock against Chrissie's ass-hole.

He slid it in with one, long stroke. After the fucking last night, it slid in much more easily. This time Zeke didn't go slowly. He began fucking Chrissie in earnest, slapping her ass occasionally. At first Chrissie whimpered like a hurt puppy. But then pleasure possessed her. She moaned incoherently as Zeke plunged his throbbing cock into her repeatedly. She was out of control now, existing only on a plane of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck me, Daddy." She begged. "Fuck me harder, Daddy! Make me your bitch! Make me your faggot! Make me your sissy! Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Please! Please fuck me!"

And then she felt Zeke's cock spasm inside her male pussy, filling it with cum till it oozed out of her ass onto to the floor. And while Zeke came inside her, her cock exploded, shooting her cum onto the floor as well. As Chrissie moaned incoherently underneath him, Zeke smiled. He knew. She was his now. Totally! But he needed to make sure Chrissie accepted it. He had to complete her transformation.

Zeke pulled his cock out of the boy and grabbed him by the hair.

"Let's go, bitch. Time to make you look like the sissy you are." Zeke said and grabbed the hair removal appliance he'd purchased at the Wal-Mart. Zeke grabbed Chrissie by the hair and pulled him into the bathroom.

"Get in the tub, bitch!" Zeke ordered.

Chrissie scrambled into the tub and stood there looking fearfully at Zeke as Zeke pulled the device out of the box and inserted the batteries. Then he handed it to Chrissie.

"Here, bitch. Let's see how well this thing takes the hair off your body."

"Please, Daddy, no." Chrissie begged. "Don't make me do this."

Slap! Zeke struck her on the cheek again.

"Get busy and take that hair off, you little sissy!" Zeke shouted.

Chrissie began to sob; and she began to remove the hair on her legs.

"That's it, slut. Take all the hair off those girlie legs of yours. Now your underarms. Yes, that's it, you little whore. Now the arms. Yes. Now run it over your chest and get those five hairs off for good."

Chrissie stood there, hairless and shivering with fear.

"Turn around and bend over so I can shave your pussy nice and smooth."

Chrissie turned around and bent over so Zeke could shave her ass-hairs. Now she was completely hairless except for the hair on her head.

"Turn around facing me and kneel down, bitch." Zeke ordered.

Chrissie did as she was told.

"Now you look like the sissy you are." Zeke sneered. "What are you, bitch?" Zeke demanded.

"I'm a faggot." Chrissie sobbed.

"Who owns you?"

"I belong to Daddy."

"Yes, you little whore. You belong to Daddy and Daddy's going to mark you as his property." Zeke said. And grabbing his now flaccid cock, he aimed it at Chrissie's chest and began to piss on her.

Zeke marked her chest and legs and then ordered her to turn around so that he could piss all over her back. When Chrissie had been completely pissed on below the neck, Zeke cut off his flow momentarily.

"Turn around and open your mouth." He ordered, roughly.

Chrissie did as ordered. And Zeke started pissing once again. This time he directed the stream to Chrissie's face, wetting it all. Then he pointed the stream directly into her mouth.

"Swallow Daddy's piss, faggot!" Zeke scowled.

Chrissie's tears flowed freely as she drank from Daddy's tap.

Zeke let Chrissie kneel there for a few moments. Then he filled a glass with water and instructed her to rinse her mouth out. He gave her mouth wash to rinse with and then had her brush her teeth. Then Zeke turned the taps on in the tub and adjusted the water temperature to his liking. He stepped into the tub with Chrissie and turned the shower head on. He stood her up and guided her under the water stream. Then he soaped her body, cleaning all of the piss and loose hair off of her. Chrissie soaped her hands and cleansed her face, then shampooed her hair. Zeke showered himself, then gazed admiringly at Chrissie.

"Now you look like the little sissy you were meant to be, baby." Zeke said. "Let's dry off."

 

In the Bar

Zeke figured there was one more step to complete Chrissie's submission; to dominate her in public. Chrissie put on her pink top and pink stretch pants. She applied the mascara and eyeliner like Linda had shown her and carefully spread the pink lipstick over her lips. Zeke wore his black leather pants and vest with no shirt. Zeke was proud of his hairy chest and liked to show it off. 

Zeke took Chrissie's hand and led her down the corridor, through the lobby and into the bar. He chose a stool near the end of the bar and sat down. Chrissie started to sit on the stool next to him, but Zeke stopped her.

"Real men sit at the bar, baby. Their girly-boys stand between their legs." Zeke instructed.

Chrissie obeyed and half sat on Zeke's thigh. The bartender came over.

"What'll you have, Zeke?"

"Hi Charlie. I'll have a whiskey and a draft. My girly-boy will have a strawberry daiquiri. You got any of those special straws?"

"Sure do."

"Make sure she gets one."

"Sure thing."

While Charlie went for the drinks, Zeke began to play with Chrissie. He caressed her bare arms and midriff. He slid his hand under her blouse and pinched and rubbed her nipples. Chrissie laid her head on his shoulder as Zeke slid his hand over cock. Chrissie knew the other truckers were watching them. Some of them had lustful looks on their faces. But Chrissie didn't care. She belonged to Zeke; he had marked her as his own. Charlie returned with their drinks and set them on the bar. A shot and a beer for Zeke and a dainty little strawberry daiquiri for Chrissie. But Chrissie's drink had a very unusual straw in it. The straw itself was a bit undersized; somewhere between a regular straw and a cocktail stirrer in diameter. But the straw was encased in a large plastic tube shaped like a penis. There was a ball sack at the bottom of the straw and a large mushroom cock head at the top. You really had to suck on the cock head to get liquid through the straw. Christopher would never have put this in his mouth. Only a sissy slut would make an exhibition of herself by sucking a drink through this straw. That was when the realization hit her. She wasn't Christopher anymore. She was Chrissie, Zeke's slut. Chrissie grabbed her drink and lifted the straw to her lips. Her eyes locked onto Zeke's as she licked the head of the straw languorously. Then she began to suck on the straw cock-head drawing the sweet liquid of the drink into her mouth.

A man walked over and sat on the stool next to them. 

"Hi, Zeke. What you got here?"

"Hi, Jake. This is Chrissie."

"He's a pretty little thing. He for sale?"

"Naw. I just took him and turned him. I'm going to keep this one."

More men had begun to gather around them to watch what was happening. Zeke had begun to caress Chrissie's cock again. It was growing hard and leaking pre-cum. A pre-cum stain began to spread on the crotch of Chrissie's pink stretch pants.

"How long you had him, Zeke?"

"This is our second night together."

"And you turned him already?" Jake asked in disbelief.

"Ask him." Zeke said with a sly smile on his face.

"What are you, honey?" Jake asked Chrissie.

"I'm a faggot." Chrissie breathed as she ground her cock against Zeke's hand.

"You got a boy-friend, faggot?" Jake asked.

"I belong to Zeke. Zeke is my Daddy."

"Can I pet his cock, Zeke?"

"Tell him, Honey." Zeke instructed Chrissie.

"My cock belongs to Daddy. You can only touch it if he says."

"Well, Zeke?" Jake asked.

"Not on your life. She's my bitch; my girly-boy."

Chrissie laid her head back on Zeke's shoulder with a contented little smile on her face. Zeke had not stopped stroking her cock. The spot of pre-cum was quite large now, and growing. Chrissie began to moan as she felt her cum rising to the head of her cock. Zeke covered her mouth with his and plunged his tongue in. Chrissie greedily massaged his tongue with hers as the spasms of her orgasm erupted, spewing cum into her pretty pink pants. Zeke stopped the kiss and brought his hand to Chrissie's mouth. She licked her own cum off of Zeke's palm and fingers.

"Best you take that stuff into a bedroom." The bartender chuckled. 

 

Back in the Room

They stayed and had a few more drinks. Trucker friends stopped by to talk with Zeke; and to check out his new boy. The boy with the huge cum stain on his pretty pink stretch pants. Then Zeke called it a night. He wrapped his arm around Chrissie's waist and guided her back to their room. Once inside, he drew Chrissie to him. He plunged his tongue into her sweet mouth and his hands roamed over her slight body. Zeke kissed and nibbled on her neck and ears as his hands kneaded and caressed her sexy, firm ass. Then Zeke removed Chrissie's blouse and licked his way down her neck to her chest. He licked and gently bit her nipples as he moved his hand between her legs and rubbed the length of her hardening shaft. Then he stripped off her pants and her panties letting them fall to her ankles. He wrapped his meaty hand around her now-throbbing cock and began to stroke it.

"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good." Chrissie purred.

"Take your shoes and pants off, honey."

While Chrissie sat down on the edge of the bed to complete disrobing, Zeke quickly shed his clothes. His cock was growing and pulsing, but not yet at full erection.

"Come and suck on Daddy's man-cock." Zeke instructed.

Chrissie quickly knelt in front of him and took his shaft into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, using her tongue and lips to quickly get Daddy erect.

"That's enough for now, baby." Zeke instructed. He walked over to the nightstand and got the tube of KY and brought it to Chrissie.

"Make Daddy's cock ready for you, baby." Zeke ordered.

Chrissie squeezed a big glob of the jelly into her hand and then coated Zeke's cock with it.

"Now make yourself ready for Daddy."

Chrissie squeeze KY from the tube onto her fuck-finger and slowly inserted the finger into her male pussy. She slowly finger-fucked herself, coating her ass with the jelly.

Zeke sat down on the couch. "Come and sit on Daddy's lap, bitch."




Daddy's Girl



Chrissie walked seductively to the couch, swaying her hips the way she thought a girl would. She knelt on the couch, directly over Daddy's throbbing cock. She took the shaft of Zeke's monster cock in her hand and positioned the head at the entrance to her ass. Then she closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto Daddy's cock. It didn't hurt as much this time as she slid lower and lower until she was fully impaled. Perhaps the different position made it less painful. Or perhaps she was just becoming a full-fledged cock-slut. She began to slowly bob up and down on Daddy's glorious cock. She could feel it throbbing in her male pussy. Daddy guided her mouth to his and she opened wide to accept his tongue. She began to bob faster as Daddy's hands on her hips helped her to pleasure him. Chrissie was losing control. All that existed for her was feeling; the physical pleasure of having Daddy's tongue in her mouth and hard cock in her male pussy. Chrissie began to make animal sounds in her throat as she felt Daddy's cock beginning to orgasm. She wrapped her arms tight around Daddy's neck. Saliva slobbered out of her mouth. She began to shudder uncontrollably, mewing and growling as Daddy's cock exploded its cum into her. She could feel the cum slipping out of her. There was too much for her male pussy to contain. Then she lifted her head and a primeval scream escaped her lips as she came violently, spewing her own cum onto Daddy's chest.

 

On the Road

The highway had been cleared the next morning and they were on the road again. Zeke sat in the driver's seat with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand in Chrissie's lap. Chrissie was wearing a lime-green camisole, green and yellow thigh-high stockings and little green lace panties. The panties were actually down around her ankles. This was because Zeke had his hand wrapped around the boy's cock, slowly squeezing and stroking it. 

"Look out the right side, baby." Zeke said. "Isn't that the school you used to go to?"

"Yes, Daddy." Chrissie responded.

"You want to go back there?"

"No, Daddy."

"What do you want, honey?"

"I want to be Daddy's girl." Chrissie sighed.

"That's my, baby." Zeke smiled.

He had been jacking Chrissie off about every sixty minutes while they drove. Chrissie now existed on a totally physical plane. She craved Zeke's touch. Her cock was hard and throbbing now and Zeke was expertly working it. Slowing down when she was about to cum, speeding up when she had passed the cum-point. Now Chrissie was making those little growling noises in her throat that signaled she was lost in ecstasy. Her body shuddered as the cum erupted from her throbbing rod. 

"Oh, Daddy! Yes! Yes! Yessssssss!" She groaned as the orgasm took control of her. 

Then she slumped back into her seat, sated. She rubbed cum onto her fuck-finger, coating it with slimy ooze. Then she slowly inserted the finger into her male pussy, mewling with pleasure. Zeke smiled as he watched her slowly finger-fucking herself.

"Who are you, baby?" He asked.

"I'm Daddy's girl."



Daddy's Girl



 All characters in this story are over 18.

*****

Perspiration coated my skin, and drenched the sheets under me. I was bound spread eagle to the bed and blindfolded. I could feel the soft, suede straps of a flogger being dragged in tantalizing patterns over my exposed skin. A deep voice spoke, one which I have memorized every inflection of, and have often heard a soft echo of in my dreams.

"Why are you being punished, little girl?"

I had done something bad, something Daddy hadn't liked. But through the haze of lust clouding my brain, I couldn't think of anything past how badly I wanted Daddy to use every inch of my body and cover me in his cum. I hesitated too long with my answer. The flogger left my body, and before I could adjust to the change, it came back down in a hard swat on my vulnerable pussy. I bit back the whimper that sprang to my lips, and blushed as I felt my juices gush from my molten core. A good girl didn't get turned on from such treatment. I was no good girl.

"You disobeyed me, didn't you?"

I suddenly remembered my blunder with clarity, how I had reached into my panties and stroked my clit until I orgasmed, thinking about how good Daddy's hard cock would feel inside of me.

"Yes Sir, Daddy. I came without permission."

I felt his hand roughly cup my pussy and I moaned and arched up against it as much as my bonds would allow.

"This pussy belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. You're going to learn a lesson today, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir, Daddy."

He removed his hand, and I groaned in frustration.

"No matter what I do to you, you aren't allowed to cum until I say, understood?"

"Yes Sir." I replied meekly, secretly wondering if I could really obey such an order.

He began dragging the flogger up and down my body, while one hand was tugging and pinching at my nipples until they stood at attention. Without warning, the flogger was brought down hard on my small breasts and I gasped audibly. Then I heard him moving away, and a rustling noise, and then he returned. He squirted something cold around my virgin asshole and I shivered. He worked a finger in my tight hole, and I vaguely considered protesting. But I didn't. I wanted this. I needed every part of me to be used for Daddy's pleasure. I knew I couldn't hold anything back from him. A second finger joined the first, and I groaned as my ass stretched to accommodate them. After a few minutes of thoroughly fingering my ass, he removed his hand and began to insert what I could only guess was a rubber plug. It felt massive in comparison to his fingers. I felt tears springing to my eyes, even as I did everything I could to relax my muscles and take my punishment in silence. Despite my predicament, my pussy was wetter than it had ever been. When Daddy was finished inserting the plug all of the way, I felt him move up on the bed.

"Are you going to cum without permission again?"

"No Sir, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now open your mouth." 

I automatically opened my mouth wide and felt him slide his big hard cock all the way to the back of my throat. I concentrated on breathing through my nose as he slowly began to face fuck me. After a minute or so, he picked up the pace and was practically slamming his cock down my throat over and over. He was my Daddy, and I was his little girl, his toy. He owned me completely. I started to pull against my bonds. I wanted so badly to reach down and rub my throbbing clit. Being used like his naughty little slut was enough to drive me crazy with need. He pulled out of my mouth, and I felt him slap his cock against my face. 

"Please Daddy."

"Please what, little girl?"

"Please fuck my pussy."

"You would like that, wouldn't you? I don't think you've learned your lesson yet."

The bed shifted under his weight as he moved down. He began to play with my anal plug, twisting it and pulling at it, before slowly starting to fuck my ass with it.

"Are you ready to give me all of you?"

"Yes Sir" I whispered, barely audible. Suddenly, he was gone, and I felt my bonds being released.

"On your stomach."

I immediately complied, terror and lust warring inside of me. When I thought he might not be looking, I rubbed my pussy against the bed just the slightest bit in an attempt to relieve the aching. I promptly received a stinging slap to my upturned ass. This man missed nothing. He tied my arms and legs back up and spanked me hard a few more times while I whimpered and tried to squirm away from the pain. By the time he was done, I could feel the red hot imprints of his hands on my pale ass and I was once again close to tears. I felt him remove my plug, and the head of his swollen cock pushed at my tightest entrance.

"Beg me for it."

"Please Daddy, fuck my ass with your big hard cock. Make me sorry for disobeying you. Please Sir."

He needed no further invitation.

He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, while I moaned and writhed and bit back screams. When he was finally buried to the hilt in my ass, I felt fuller than I ever had in my life. He began with slow, easy strokes, but quickly increased his tempo, raining down harsh slaps on my ass while he fucked me, marked me, and made all of me his property. Slowly and somewhat surprisingly, I felt my orgasm begin to build.

"You are not to cum." Daddy grunted.

I swore he could read my mind sometimes. I gritted my teeth hard and fought my impending climax, but every merciless stroke pushed me closer to the edge. Right when I had reached my limit, he pulled out and untied me. He rolled me over and yanked the blindfold from my face. I blinked as I adjusted to the light, and stared up into his intense gaze.

"I want to look in your eyes while I take that cunt of yours."

I parted my legs and arched my hips eagerly. I was so ready. I had been dreaming of this moment for months. He kissed my forehead, then my lips while his hand snaked down to my bare pussy. He pumped two fingers in and out while I bucked and moaned. He pulled his hand away, and chuckled a bit as he noted how soaked his fingers were. He brought them to my lips and I stared deep into his eyes while I cleaned his fingers of my wetness hungrily. He climbed on top of me and grinded his cock against my pussy before pushing inside in one fast stroke. I screamed in pleasure and nearly lost every ounce of self-control.

"Please Daddy, please let me cum."

"Who owns you, slut?"

"You do, Daddy."

"Who do your orgasms belong to?"

"You, Daddy."

He really began fucking me then, his balls slapping against my ass as our bodies collided hard against each other. I wrapped my legs around his waist, inviting him deeper inside of his pussy, as he made sure that I would never forget my place again. I didn't know how much longer I could hold back. He pounded my pussy relentlessly, and I thanked him over and over breathlessly for using me for his pleasure. I was honored to be his little girl, his toy.

"Cum for me now, slut!"

On command, my pussy began to spasm around Daddy's cock, tightening and milking him for every drop of cum he could give me. I let out the loudest scream of my life, and before my orgasm could subside, I felt jets of warm cum painting my insides white, and I came again just from the pleasure of having Daddy's come inside me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. For a moment, we stayed that way, sated and connected by the most natural bond. He was Daddy and I was his baby girl. After he pulled out and we both cleaned up a bit, we got back into bed and he put his arms around me.

"Good girl." He whispered.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.



Daddy's Girl



Hello. This my first venture in to the genre of erotica, I know my material will better not be excellent but this why I am uploading, I would like to get better. I am young and will probably have many mistakes i am very open to your criticisms PLEASE leave a comment or rating. Enjoy! 

Part one

I sat in front of the television in my Spongebob Squarepants t shirt and underwear watching my favourite cartoon I hear Nick's car pulling into the drive way and the garage door open and close. I took up the blanket and covered my bottom half just in time for Nick to come into the room.

"How was work?" I ask not taking my eyes off the screen and patting the space next to me, Nick took the opportunity and flung himself onto the couch.

"The usual Karen is riding my ass to have Maude's book published by January. I really do n't think that she understands how long it takes to edit a book. If she wanted a miracle worker she could have said so when she put out the application." Nick had recently joined Peter's Publishing as a chief editor and has a bitch of a boss who I call the wicked witch of the west who is constantly riding him to do the impossible. I felt bad for the guy after all my boss Gerard was just as bitchy but at least I only saw him three days a week since I am still in college.

"Where's your mother?" I glanced at him, his hair disheveled, his eyes dark from all nighters for the wicked witch of the west to meet her impossible demands; he was completely drained and frustrated. He look pitiful just there staring at me with his doe eyes completely lost just about ready to give up on life. 

"At her friend son's birthday party she said we can make something for ourselves to eat." Nick sighed deeply in frustration we both had discovered my mother's unfaithfulness six moths ago when Nick took me to dinner for my nineteenth birthday and saw her shoving her tongue down one of her friend's husband's throat. She claims that Steven is 'just a friend' but I do n't think friends kiss like that. Nick does n't want to leave her because he's worried about what the break up of our family will do to me. He wants to wait until I move out to do it, personally I think he is just afraid of breaking up because they have been married for eight years. 

"I have no energy to cook!" Nick remarked yawning widely. I hated to see him like this after all while Nick was stepfather he did help a great deal in raising me especially since my mom was never really active in my life.

"Don't you worry I will whip us up the world's greatest Kraft Mac and Cheese ever made, for I am...super cook girl!" I shout shaking off the blanket and doing the superman pose.

"Umm sweetie..." Nick says motioning to my underwear his face pink, I immediately wrap the leopard print blanket around my body, my face beet red with embarrassment. I look at Nick and realize that he is n't blushing because he saw my in my undies but because of the fact that he is reacting to seeing me in my panties, he immediately takes a cushion and places it over his manhood to hide his massive growing erection. Although I only saw it for a split second I cannot erase the image of his huge cock straining against his black work pants.

"First I am going to go take a shower!" I yell and rush up the stairs into my room, I lock the door and flop onto my bed hiding my face in my hypoallergenic pillow. 

Surely, I am going to die of embarrassment and I still cannot stop thinking about Nick's cock and how enormous it was. I had seen my fair share of cocks but none compared to Nick's size. Suddenly, I found myself fantasizing about touching Nick's cock, licking it, sucking it. I flipped over and slipped my hand under my t-shirt, unhooked the front hook of my bra and let my 38C breasts hang loosely. I guided my index finger and thumb to my puffy pink nipple squeezing it roughly and the cupping my breast. I began humping the air as my slit became moist.

"Uhh!" I moaned as I slipped my free hand under my panties and played with my clit, images of Nick flooded my mind I began to think of me on top of him riding his massive rod . The illusion simply served to heighten my arousal. 

"Hayley?? Are you decently dressed I need to talk to you." I hear Nick's voice on the other side of the door and I immediately jump up moving my hands away from my intimate areas. 

"Give me a minute please Nick!" I call out to Nick silently cursing him for interrupting what could have been one of the best orgasms of my nineteen year old life. I fumble to put on the nearest pair of pants and then fight my way back into my bra.

"Okay come in." I say unlocking the door.

"About earlier...." Nick trails off but I interrupt him.

"It's fine Nick. I should have been wearing proper attire, but I hate pants. Anyway it's not your fault that you got hard you just reacted naturally." I explain while walking over to my bed to sit down.

"No, no Hayley as the older adult I should have had better control over my...reaction to the situation. I do n't want you to think of me as some kind of creep. I promise you that this will never happen again. Do n't bother to cook I'll just order us some pizza and maybe we can put this all behind us." I look at Nick's nervous stance and really do feel bad for the guy but his sincerity only seems to make me want to rip off his clothes and take him right there. What is happening to me?

"Do n't worry about it Nick everything is okay." I assure him flashing him my winning smile; I have to make this sexy man mine.

"Good now when you shower come downstairs and we'll watch a cartoon that you like or something." I nod happily and Nick leaves the room and closes in the door. All I can do is wonder how am I going to make this guy mine?

After showering I stand in my room going through my closet looking for the skimpiest thing I own which is really hard to find since I normally dress very modestly. Finally, I find it, it is a pink tank top that looked like it used to fit me when I was fourteen and a short skirt that I outgrew, it is now so short that I cannot even bend my knees in it with out revealing my underwear. I pick this and put on a thong below. As I slip on the outfit I smile to myself Nick will never know what hit him. 

"Wow umm Hayley.. I was just about to go call you.. " Nick mutters as he spots my outfit his eyes are glued to my chest that I can tell looks enormous in this too tight tank. 

"Daddy what cartoon are we going to watch your favourite or mine?" I question stressing on the daddy.

"Since when do you call me daddy ..Hayley?" I smile and chuckle at his response.

"Well Nick I began to think about it and you are more like a Dad to me than me real father ever was so I thought I would start acknowledging the role you played in my life a little more. Do you have a problem with me calling you daddy because... I could stop." I say in my most innocent little girl voice, hopefully he falls right into my trap.

"Well..I do n't see why..I should have a..um problem with that Hayley." He says whilst clearing this throat in-between, his nervousness is impeccably adorable.

"Good." I say and snatch a slice of pizza out of the box on the table top. "I say we watch Tom and Jerry since we both adore them." 

"Ok." Nick replies I can feel his eyes on my butt as I swish past him. The trap has been set.

Part Two

I sat in Nick's office thoroughly sifting through his internet history attempting to find out what kind of porn he was into, Oh my goodness I found the mother load. Daddy's Pumpkin, Taken by Daddy, Daddy daughter Fuckfest Nick was apparently a big fan of daddy/daughter porn and erotic stories; perfect. I clicked on a few to see them they were incredibly hot and most of them included spanking, there were even a few of the "daughters" who looked like me. 

I would have never guessed Nick enjoyed these kinds of things before yesterday, my eyes have really been opened up to a whole new world filled with endless possibilities. I have always wanted to try spanking but I always kept it secret from my past boyfriends and girlfriends cause I did n't want to freak them out but now that I know Nick is into to this sort of stuff I would n't mind trying it out with him but how, how would I get Nick to spank me? I think I know just who to talk to about this, my best friend, Lilly. 

"He was hard??" Lilly probed, her eyes wide in amazement.

"Like a rock and boy is he hung!" I exclaimed Lilly smirked at me devilishly.

"You want to fuck your step daddy do n't you?" I blushed and nodded wildly desperate for her advice. "Well it's not like he's your real dad so I guess it technically is n't incest. What do you need my help for though?"

" Well I want to make love to him but I also want him to spank me, how do I get him to spank me. As my sluttiest friend I need your help Lil."

Lilly laughed boisterously at my desperate plea for help.

"Okay I'll try. First we can start simple, you know Nick worries about you becoming a like your mom, being with different guys every Monday morning," I nod as encouragement for her to go on. "Well start dressing really slutty and stay out really late, basically be the opposite of who you are and I guarantee you he will be super pissed, if he will spank you though, that's up to how you handle the situation." I nod even more as Lilly's plan seemed to be very logical.

"I'll try my best Lill." I assured her.

Part three 

For the next few weeks or so I acted like a complete slut in front of Nick, I wore the skimpiest clothes I could find, I came home after one in the morning, I even began being disrespectful to Nick. Each day I was becoming more and more turned on by the possibility of a spanking so much so that I started masturbating three to four times a day just thinking about Nick's firm hands slapping my nice, round, pale butt till it was fire truck red. Then one day the opportunity finally presented itself, Nick called me into his office to give me a 'serious' talk my pussy was dripping just at the possibility of my fantasy becoming a reality.

"Hayley, do you know why I have called you in here?" Nick bombarded with a stern look upon his countenance and a newly found harshness in his tone, I wonder how many times he rehearsed that one line.

"No daddy, what seems to be the problem?'' I feign a confused expression.

"Do n't play dumb with me Hayley, I want to know why you've been acting like such a..a...a.." he stumbles on the word.

"Say it daddy." I urged him on.

"A slut." He says quickly as though he just needs to get the word out of his system. 

"Daddy I have no idea what you are talking about. Anyway, I have to go hang out with Michael and Chad we are going to hang out."

''Is that what they are calling it now? Look Hayley I know what type of guys Chad and Michael are and I do n't want you around them." He scolds me, I can tell he is trying to be stern but it just makes me want to laugh.

"Why daddy, are you afraid that they might fuck me?" I ask giving him my best pouty face.

"Somewhat.... Hayley please do n't use that language it's not ladylike, look Hayley I just do n't want them to take advantage of you." 

"Well maybe I want them too." I reply defensively.

"But sweetie I don't want you to be... taken advantage of by these...umm... hooligans." I smile inside at Nick's concern for me.

"Why? Is it because you want to fuck me daddy?" Nick's face is dark red at my question; I have him. "Daddy I am happy that you are concerned for me but I am an adult now and if I want boys to fuck me then it's my business, if I want to smoke pot with them it's my business. "

"Listen to me young lady, I do n't care if you are an adult you still live under my roof and have to abide by my rules!" Nick yells leaving me completely speechless. I have never seen him this angry before it kind of scares me; this is my opportunity.

"Well you can't exactly stop me now can you? I'm not a child. What are you going to do, put my over your lap and spank me?" 

Suddenly, Nick pull's me forward and puts me over his lap; I never knew he was so strong. He raises my hot pink pleated skirt, I can feel the cool air on my thong clad ass, he's finally going to do it! SLAP! The force of his hand has me writhing under his lap I never expected this to hurt so much and the lashes continue to reign. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I lose count of the lashes soon my eyes are filled with tears with each lash I exert a wailing scream and though I know I should want this to be over I can't help the wet feeling that I have down there. 

"Please daddy, no more!" I beg of Nick but he is not phased he continues to attack my ass mercilessly. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"You will learn to respect me!" He shouts, I can feel his cock growing underneath me and soon I start rubbing my pussy against his bulge.

"I'm sorry daddy!" I yell and unexpectedly Nick's punishment commences as he forces me off his rock hard cock. Nick averts my eyes as he realizes that I felt his erection beneath me. "What's wrong daddy?'' I question him attempting to meet his glance.

"I'm sorry Hayley. I should n't have done that, you're a big girl you do n't need spanking but I just got so angry when I heard you were just giving yourself away to those boys." I smile, move in and press my lips roughly onto Nick's he reciprocates but then pushes me away.

"We shouldn't do that Hayley, I am your father.'' Nick reasons though I can tell he did n't want it to stop.

"Well technically we're not blood related. Stop denying it Nick you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you." Nick shakes his head, still in denial. ''Please daddy I am begging you to have sex with me and if you do n't I am just going to do both Chad and Michael instead." Nick's eyes open wide in shock.

"Please do n't sweetie." He begs; I can tell he is giving in.

"Well fuck me and I wo n't. I know you want me daddy I saw your web history I know you love daddy/daughter porn, so pleasee." I press my lips to his again and Nick pulls me closer and shoves his tongue down my throat causing me to moan loudly. I can feel him unhooking my bra, then he takes off my t shirt and begins to play with my nipples and I moan into his mouth.

"Take out your cock daddy let's have some fun." I say in my most sultry voice, not one to delay, Nick whips out his nine inch rod as I take off the rest of my clothes. 

"What do you want to do with daddy baby girl?" Nick questions whilst stroking his cock to my naked body.

"I want you to put your big monster cock inside my tight, hot cunt and fuck me hard daddy." I say as I play with my nipples and insert to fingers into my slit whilst sitting on daddy's desk.

"Oh sweetie, it makes daddy so happy that you want that too. What else do you want me to do?" Nick's strokes become faster as I feel myself close to cumming

''I want you to.. fuck me... until you spurt your hot.. cum inside of me daddy. Oh! Daddy I'm ready to cum!" I shout as my fingers dive deeper and deeper into my wet cunt and I cum hard my juices flying everywhere.

"Oh sweetie. I'm ready to cum too lets not waste daddy's love juice come over here and ride daddy's cock like a good girl." I jump off the table hastily and position myself on top of daddy.

"You're so big Daddy. I do n't know how I'll ever be able to take all of you....oh.." I moan as daddy shoves me down onto his cock roughly it hurts but it's a good pain.

"Oh. Baby girl you're soo tight..oh...Ah... yes bounce on my cock you little minx." I begin to bounce hard on my daddy's rod, my breasts flying up and down. Daddy begins to massage them and I moan even louder.

"Yes daddy! Oh!oh!" I shout loving the feeling of being filled by my daddy.

"Harder Hayley, daddy's about to give you his milk... take it sweetie, take all of it." daddy now begins to meet my thrusts as we hump harder and faster.

"Give it to me daddy, show me how much you love me. Fuck me harder daddy. Harder! Uhh..yes.. Give me your cream." I kiss daddy roughly.

"I'm cumming inside you baby girl." Daddy warns and I feel his swimmers rushing and mixing with my own hot cum.

"I love feeling our juices together daddy give me all your cum. Ohh!" Daddy and I stay in that position for a while kissing and exploring each others body.

"I love your cock in my cunt daddy it's like they were made for each other!" I remark daddy smiles darkly.

"Wait till I fuck that ass of yours." 

"I can't wait!" I exclaim already imagining what it will be like with daddy's massive rod pounding my tight anus.



Daddy's Girl



"Daddy's home!" he bellowed, slamming the door shut behind him.

I'd been napping on the sofa in one of the tunic & leggings sets he'd bought me to wear 'round the house. I had a bra on, but no panties. Having been awakened to bellowing and the slamming door, I startled and let go a small stream of pee that quickly soaked through my leggings and the couch cushion under me. "Dammit, Daddy," I wailed, jumping off the sofa, "you startled me and I wet, I hope the cushion's not ruined." I started to tear up as he looked at me quizzically.

"I startled you, girl? Were you not expecting me to come home?" He laughed.

"Of COURSE I expected you to come home, Daddy," I moved to hug him, pee-stained leggings and all, "I NEED you to come home. You know that. I just..." I buried my face in his chest and sobbed openly, not caring if I soaked the front of his dry-clean only baby blue button down shirt that looked so good with his dark blue suit. 

"You've had a trying day, huh?" he asked. I didn't even bother to move my face out of his chest, I only half-muttered something about not having his after-work drink, a Limoncello martini, ready like he liked me to. He didn't seem to care, though, as he walked me upstairs to the bathroom to get me cleaned up. First he started the bath. Then, while the water was running, he undressed me. He knew I like the soothing sound of water running, liked to be undressed to that sound. My outfit went straight into the hamper, and when he threw it in there, he noticed my previous outfit from that same day, a similiar tunic & leggings getup, in there. "Two outfits in one day?" He asked, helping me into the tub. "What happened?"

"Yeah, about that," I said, easing into the warm water, "see, after you left for work I realized I didn't have anymore cigarettes. So I walked up to the avenue," the avenue, third avenue, was only two blocks from home, Daddy didn't mind my going up there alone, "to get cigarettes, only when I was on my way home from there, this guy was walking his dog," I started to cry again, but Daddy said nothing, he didn't have to...he already knew I was terrified of dogs, "was a big mean dog, Daddy," I continued.

"And that explains the first outfit," he said, soaping up the loofah to wash my back. "Tomorrow on my way to the train, I'll stop at the store and reimburse Abdul," Abdul was the Middle Eastern gentleman who owned and operated the tobacconist shop, "for your cigarettes," he said. Daddy knew I didn't like to carry money, and he was good about taking care of that stuff. He continued washing me, that felt very soothing.

I felt so much more relaxed after my bath, and Daddy chose a kimono for me to wear. It was very pretty, he'd picked it up in Japan's harikuju district while on business over there. Then he brushed my hair, oh good god I loved when he brushed my hair. Religious people talk about going into a trance during services. Well, I'm not religious, not in the least, but I go into a trance when Daddy brushes my hair. The outside world ceases to exist. But he's a man, not a machine, so he didn't brush my hair all night...it just FELT like all night. 

Dressed in my kimono, my hair tied in a ponytail at the nape of my neck, my feet bare, I let Daddy lead me downstairs. "We'll deal with that later," he said, waving towards the sofa cushion I'd peed on. "I don't care if it is ruined, I'll buy you a new couch. I'll accommodate you in my study for now." I didn't usually GO in Daddy's study. That's where he worked on days when he worked from home, taking meetings via Skype on his giant TV screen, or going over contracts while seated behind his massive mahogany desk. Other times his brother would come over and the two of them would bury themselves in there, talking about whatever men discussed amongst themselves. Tonight it was her turn to go in there.

"Here you go, my dear," he said, sitting me down in the leather armchair. 

"I didn't fix your drink," I started to chide myself, "I didn't start dinner, "I was asleep on the couch when you got home. I'm such a fat, lazy-"

"NO," he said firmly, taking my face gently in his hands, "you are not fat. You are my voluptuous princess and I adore every inch of your opulent physique. And you are anything but lazy. I will forgive you for speaking badly of yourself, THIS TIME, because you've had a trying day. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Daddy,".

"Good girl," he kissed me on the forehead, "besides, as MAN OF THE HOUSE, I'm not helpless, y'know. Put your feet up on the Ottoman while I fix my own drink and see about dinner, OK?" I put my feet up on the Ottoman while he left the study. I heard him go into the dining room, where the makeshift bar (well, it was technically a credenza, but they kept the few bottles and the cocktail shaker on top) also was. I heard the sound of ice being plinked into the shaker, he was making his own Limoncello martini. I smiled to myself. Of course he wasn't helpless. He's the man of the house, that and more. He's the man of my life, my Daddy Dominant, if not my legal husband. 

Presently he returned to the study, martini in hand. His coat and tie had been removed, most likely draped over a dining room chair. His shirt had become not only untucked but also unbuttoned, revealing his glorious chest hair. He'd been naked from the waist up the first time we met, and all that chest hair had been one of the first things that attracted me to him. In his non-drinking hand, he held my cigarette case. The case was vintage, a very pretty Venetian design, yet another thing Daddy had bought just for me. He set his martini on the desk, popped the case open, and held it out to me. He really was such a gentleman. I of course accepted a cigarette and sat patiently for it to be lit. 

"Now," he sat down behind the desk, fired up his computer, and reached for his martini, "do you wanna go out, I'll see if I can book us a table somewhere."

"I don't wanna put real clothes on," I said.

"And you know what," he said, "I don't want you to have to put real clothes on. The less you wear, the better. I'll just order sushi, it goes with your kimono," he smiled. 

"You just think of everything," I laughed. He banged on the keyboard, and I knew he was placing our order online. As I finished my cigarette & we waited for our takeout to be delivered, he turned on Internet radio on the computer, sensual music by Carlos Santana, one of my all-time favorite guitarists. 

"Well," he said, "I didn't want to tell you this until after dinner, but I thought to contact the warden up there in Ossining and make sure Tony got the papers."

"No," I said, "it's OK. I'm glad you took care of that. We both know I wouldn't have made that phone call myself." Tony was my legal husband, in name only. We hadn't lived as man and wife since...well, since before he went up to Ossining. Ossining is a town in upstate New York, a rather famous town. Or infamous town, I should say. Only thing really in Ossining is Sing Sing Correctional Facility, a maximum security prison owned and operated by the State of New York. And NO, Tony is not a corrections officer. He's a distinguished inmate. Distinguished in that if New York State ever brings back the death penalty, he's getting it, for the two cops he shot during a robbery gone bad. "Did he get the divorce papers?" I asked Daddy.

"Oh yeah," Daddy said, "Warden says divorce papers are considered a legal document, and legal documents are allowed. So he got them all right."

"Well good." I needed to be legally divorced from Tony in order to marry Daddy. I'm not religious, Daddy's not religious, if New York was a common law state like, say, Pennsylvania, it wouldn't matter. But it does. And anyway, what Babygirl doesn't wanna stand up in City Hall and marry her Daddy? The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the sushi. "I wanna answer the door!" I shouted, jumping up from my chair.

"Ohhhhh no," Daddy stopped me, "you're not properly dressed. Stay put." He sat me back down and went to answer the door himself. "That's what you get," he called over his shoulder, "for not wanting to put on real clothes." He returned moments later, bearing a bag laden with food. He pulled the Ottoman out from under my feet and sat himself on it, his legs spread wide. "Open wide," he said, offering me a bite of spring roll.

"Oh, for you I'll even say Ah," I opened wide and he fed me spring roll. He always fed me. Never in an 'I want you fat, fatter, fattest' way, more in an 'I want to do for you, take care of you' way, which I love. There was no more talk of Tony. Tony was in his cell at Sing Sing, he had the divorce papers I'd sent him, all he had to do was sign them. 

"This, this right here, this is everything that matters," I told Daddy after we finished dinner. By then he'd re-commandeered his leather armchair and I sat in his lap. His dress slacks were off, crumpled on the floor. Oh, he still had boxers on, lovely silk boxers that really enveloped his buttocks beautifully. He didn't like when I said he has a beautiful buttocks; something about it's not manly to have a beautiful butt. I couldn't help myself though, my Daddy had the the best ass ever and if I wanted to talk about it, I'd talk about it goddamn it. I was sitting sideways in his lap, my kimono riding up, and I planted an open-lip kiss on his mouth while I felt his fingers run up my inner thigh. "You wanna go upstairs?" I asked.

"Uh-uh," he muttered, "I wanna take you right here." With that, he lifted me up.

"Oh, my big strong man," I cooed.

"That's right, Baby," he carried me over to the desk, "I got work to do." He kicked the chair out from behind the desk, bent me over it, and hiked up my kimono, his thickness flopping out of those boxer shorts. "Hold on." My arms out in front of me, I held on tight while Daddy lifted my hips and ass until he had me in a proper wheelbarrow position. "Oh, that's good," he growled as he entered me from behind, "been dreaming about this all damn day at work." I knew the rhythm of his body and was moving in tune with him...this was our song, this was the music only we knew. He thrust into me and bounced us around until my kimono worked itself untied, at which point he slid a hand up to my breast. "Aw, yeah, so soft for Daddy." His breath was hot when he kissed the side of my neck. Soon I was wet AGAIN, in the best of ways, and moaning for him never to stop. 

Daddy wore the kimono after we made love, wore it flapping open like a bathrobe, and carried my naked and still quivering body up to the bedroom. "So tell me, Baby, are you having a good night with Daddy?"

"Best night ever," I insisted. "Everything I need, you give me. And everything I never even realized I need, you give me that too." I grinned up at him as he laid me gently in bed. 

"I have one more thing to give you tonight," he said, smiling, "stay." He left me on the bed and crossed to the armoire. What could he possibly give me from there? Only thing in there was his clothes. But he pulled a flat box, a box that looked about the size of a book, from somewhere in the armoire's recesses, and came back to bed with it. "Open it," he commanded, a gleam in his eye. So I opened, and was utterly shocked to find within that box the most stunningly gorgeous ruby choker ever. The one I'd once admired at Chopard's when we were first dating. I didn't think he remembered. I admired anything ruby, that being my birthstone.

"But it's not my birthday," I said, "so what's the occasion?"

"I know Tony hasn't signed the papers," he said softly, "but he got 'em, and in my mind he's as good as signed them. So while we may not be able to go down to City Hall just yet, I want...no, I NEED to give you your permanent collar right this minute. If you'll spend forever with me, that is."

"You silly man," I laughed, "you don't need to put any rubies 'round my throat. YOU HAVE ME. You had me the day I first saw you," I rubbed his glorious chest hair, "I knew I was done for that very first day," so yeah, yeah I'll spend forever with you. Even if this," I waved the collar at him, "goes back to Chopard's."

"Chopard's don't want it back. and even if they did, they can't have it." He took it from my hand and started to put it on me.

"It's too much, I can't wear it everyday," I protested.

"It's for evening," he said, "wear it to bed. Oh look, we're in a bed now," he kissed my left breast.

"Must've cost a fortune," I said, "if this is the collar, what are you gonna do when we actually go down to City Hall?"

"How do you feel about a matching snake bracelet?" he whispered, kissing me lower down on my belly.



Daddy's girl



Was thinking about my Daddy, and what a little whore He turns me into for His pleasure. Just a short stream of consciousness as i play with myself thinking of Him. Please enjoy.....i did!

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Daddy's Girl Cameron Comes of Age



Cameron was a special girl. She was always drawing attention to herself and entertaining anyone that would take time to watch her. She was a pretty girl and she could easily get the attention of boys and men as she grew into a beautiful teenager. She had a special connection with her daddy, and Cameron learned early that she had him wrapped around her little finger! She went with her daddy everywhere during her childhood and as she grew older and more beautiful she became a perfect tomboy. Her older brother Brandon was someone she enjoyed competing with and she often did better than Brandon in school.

Cameron's father, Bill owned a small ranch and the kids helped with the work. Cameron could ride before she could walk. Her mother, Shannon, made sure that she had some girlish charm and gave her dolls and dresses for birthdays and tried to make Cameron behave properly. The rest of her presents were baseball bats and balls, boots, chaps, spurs, and all the things that daddy's little tomboy loved! Cameron always sided with fun when she had a choice, and her dresses were rarely worn.

By the time she had left for college, she was able to chase cattle with her daddy, and make her brother envious of her roping and riding skills. When she was riding, Cameron was always in Wranglers and boots and a T-shirt or tank top. In the summer around the barn or in the house she wore her daisy duke cut-off shorts and a little T-shirt. Cameron filled those Wranglers and Daisy Dukes out very nicely and although she was not big-chested, she had nice, round perky breasts that seemed too perfect to believe. When she wore her tight t-shirts they drew as much attention as her nicely rounded ass and hips. Much to her mother's chagrin Cameron hated bras! Her mother tried everything to get her to wear a bra and behave more like a young lady. As a headstrong young lady Cameron was not going to change her ways easily for her mom. 

Some things take care of themselves and as Cameron left for college in the fall, Shannon thought she'd learn to dress properly and behave from her friends in school. As the fall passed into winter and the house grew quiet in Cameron's absence, Shannon and Bill seemed to drift quietly apart. Brandon was still at home and working on the ranch. He was much quieter than Cameron and never offered the entertainment that she did to make everyone laugh. He worked hard and seemed to enjoy his computer after a long day of ranch work.

Bill and Shannon seemed content and yet anxious, as their sex life grew quiet. They were relaxed with each other and happy, but the spark was missing from their marriage and Shannon missed the nights of lusty passion that she and Bill used to share. In the spring when Cameron announced she would come home for the summer it seemed as if Bill changed for the better. His mood was lighter and he made Shannon hot and wild for the first time in months the night after they received the news from Cameron.

When Cameron returned home from a year in college, everyone thought she might have changed. Her decision to return to the ranch and help out for the summer was welcomed, but she fell back into her old habits easily after a few days of being home. Her short shorts and tight tank tops clung to her perfect body and made everyone notice her with a second glance. Cameron always smiled a sweet smile, but it was difficult to believe she was unaware of her effect on men. Finally Shannon talked to Bill one night in bed and told him how she just didn't think it was right that their daughter continue to be such a tomboy, especially with her figure. She had tried to persuade her for too long without success, and thought Bill might have better luck talking to her. 

Bill looked uncomfortable and nodded, "Yeah, I noticed," trying to act calm. 

"What do you mean, you noticed?" Shannon inquired. 

"Well honey, it is hard not to notice that she is becoming a beautiful girl. And I know if I can see it, all the other guys are noticing too." 

It was settled, Bill would talk to his girl about the reality that she was no longer a tom boy and so it was time to wear a bra and dress properly like a lady of her age. He wished he could say that he dreaded it, but he was strangely aroused at the thought. 

The next day at breakfast, Bill jumped feet first into the fire as Cameron came downstairs for breakfast. "Hey! How is my girl today? Are you ready to tackle the world and grab a tiger by the tail " 

Her tight fitting Wranglers and a thin-strapped cotton tank top that didn't reach her waist distracted Bill and made him hide a faint smile. His eyes traveled up and down her lovely body as he thought of breaking the topic with her.

"Baby girl? I've noticed that you are a beautiful woman, and college is making you more of a woman than I dare to consider." 

She smiled that gorgeous wholesome smile and blushed "Ah dad! You are just prejudiced! Besides you always used to tell me I looked just like mom when she was my age" 

He had to laugh, "Well that might be, but I am a man too and the way you dress is very provocative. You need to start dressing more ladylike. You should be wearing a bra all the time, and covering up a little more, and it wouldn't hurt if you didn't look so damn good in those Wranglers! Honey, I've got to say you could make a grown man weak. It would make it easier for me and your brother if we didn't have to worry that some guy was going to do harm to our girl!" 

Cameron loved her dad more than anything else in this world and she would do anything to make him happy. "Ok daddy, tomorrow I will wear a bra and go downtown to get some different jeans. Maybe I'll get mom to go shopping with me." 

He knew that today would be a better day but she had said she would do it tomorrow and he didn't want her to think he was mad at her. "Ok Baby girl, that will make daddy happy."

Later that day Bill explained to his wife that Cameron was going to go shopping and buy some things and maybe Shannon could go along with her. 

"She said tomorrow she would go get some new clothes and a bra or two! I couldn't make her feel self-conscious! You know she's at that age when she's always worried what people think and she's constantly checking her self in the mirror. Maybe you could go along with her and help her find some things." 

The next day Bill watched as his wife and daughter drove off to shop for some new clothes. The day passed quickly, and when they returned from shopping, and burst into the house giggling like schoolgirls, Bill thought everything was going to be fine. 

Cameron insisted they show him what they had bought and she wanted to model her new things to show them off. After a few minutes Cameron and her mom entered the room wearing new dresses. They twirled and posed and giggled more and Bill was amazed how easily his little tomboy was transformed into a lady. 

Bill whistled and clapped and nodded his approval as they secretly competed for his attention. After showing their new dresses off they changed clothes and returned wearing new swimming suits. Bill was amazed and stared without shame at the perfect young body posing for him. The curve of her hips, the shape of her tits, the way she held her lips in a smirk made Bill forget he was looking at his daughter. His wife also modeled her new swimsuit and the two girls acted more like sisters as they pranced and danced and carried on about vacations to the beach. 

Bill was almost relieved when they left the room. His cheeks were feeling warm and his mind was filled with memories of his younger days. He was surprised when the two ladies returned to show him their new nightgowns. The silky material was sheer and outlined their bodies. Shannon smiled at Bill and nodded as if to say, see what I found for her. Cameron wasn't shy and she posed and pranced in her sexy nightie. She stood in front of the bay window, and Bill could see her body outlined perfectly through the thin fabric. Shannon could see her too and rather than moving her away from the window, she joined her daughter. The two of them posed and laughed, and teased Bill for several minutes. 

Finally, Shannon decided to end the show and she walked over to Bill. She leaned over to kiss him, and she whispered in his ear, "Of course we bought a few bras for her, but we're not going to model those for you just now." Her fingertips traced across his lap and she noticed a bulge in his jeans that she hadn't seen in a very long time.

That night as they got ready for bed, Bill was still feeling excited from the modeling show earlier. His eyes followed Shannon everywhere she moved in the room. She could feel his hungry stare, as she had all evening and she smiled a sly smile to herself. As she turned down the light and crawled into bed she was surprised how quickly Bill reached for her body. Pulling her close and running his fingers across the silky fabric of her new nightgown, he traced small circles around her nipples and nibbled on her neck, kissed her and pressed his body against hers. 

She kissed Bill and stroked his body, and in feeling her respond to his touch Bill became more excited. Pulling the gown aside and pressing his hands inside her nightie he began teasing her nipples. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth. He licked her lips and slid his tongue down along her throat until he could flick it back and forth across her nipples. 

Shannon's body heaved under him and she moaned and responded quickly. Her hands slid down his back and pulled his shorts off his hips. Her fingers stroked Bill's cock and tickled his balls. After several minutes of teasing each other their bodies were on fire. Shannon's nipples were rock hard and her pussy was dripping. 

She pulled away from Bill and kneeled up long enough to let her nightie slide off her body. Bill lay there in the darkness looking up at his naked wife anticipating their pleasures. Seductively, Shannon lowered herself and wiggled her hips in a tease. Her lips teased Bill's chest, and stomach, and her hot breath blowing on his rigid cock sent shivers through his body. Slowly she started sucking on his cock, licking the head and sliding her tongue around the underside of his shaft. Her tits swayed back and forth and her hard nipples brushed against Bills legs as she sucked more and more of his cock deep into her mouth. 

Bill began moaning and bucking his hips in ecstasy, "Oh yes suck my cock like that baby, oh fuck yes that is so good! Lick it like that, suck it! Oh god yes, yes, yes!!!!"

In the next room Cameron was getting ready for bed and she was modeling her new sexy nightgown in front of her mirror. She felt so alive and the feel of the silky fabric sliding against her skin made her excited. Her fingertips caressed her own breasts and nipples as she tried to smooth the gown against her body. She began teasing her own body, using the silk gown to help her feel more erotic. Her hands slid across her flat stomach and pressed against her pubic mound. She knew the right places to touch and was letting herself go when she heard the sounds from the next room. She quietly turned off her light and moved against the wall. Pressing her ear close trying to hear her parents, her mind raced between guilt and curiosity. Her heart raced faster as she listened in to their heated passion.

Bill was ready to explode and Shannon was lost in the pleasure of long forgotten passions. His strong hands guided her head up and down and forced his cock into her willing mouth. He teased her nipples and stroked her skin as she brought him closer to climax. Not wanting the passion to end she kept her fingers pressed against his balls and her other hand busy teasing her own clit. She could feel them tighten and she knew he was nearing his climax and she abruptly stopped. 

Looking deeply into Bill's eyes and sliding her mouth off his slick cock, her tongue sliding along the bottom side of his swollen shaft, she teased him without mercy. 

She knelt up and straddled Bill's legs and impaled herself on his stiff cock. Sinking her body down she felt his cock press deep inside her. Rocking and grinding her hips against Bill she rode his shaft and tossed her head from side to side moaning and panting. 

"Oh god yes! Fuck my hot cunt, fill my pussy with your big dick you bastard! Oh god yes I need your stiff cock, fuck me yes, yes, yes! Bill, fuck me like that!" 

Bills hands gripped her hips and rocked her back and forth, guiding her body faster and harder onto his cock. His own moaning continued and he could feel his orgasm building. His eyes clenched tightly as he pounded harder, his mind filled with erotic images of Shannon's firm body in her younger days. 

Moaning out loud "Go for it baby, I'm cumming, do it, cum for me baby, cum on my cock now." "Oh fuck yes, oh give me that big cock harder!!!" 

On the other side of the wall Cameron was wildly sinking her fingers into her wet snatch. Her erotic eavesdropping excited her and the thought of her daddy fucking her mom senseless a few feet away made her crazy. She pulled on her own nipples and vibrated her fingers against her throbbing clit. She lay on her bed naked with her legs spread wide, fingering herself faster and faster until she began letting out a few moans as she started cumming. Her nubile body was rocking and bucking as she fingered herself to a thundering orgasm.

As Shannon and Bill exploded together and collapsed giggling on the bed they were exhausted, and as their breathing slowed and they began to drift off into a quiet lovers slumber, the moans of their daughter echoed through the wall. 

Shannon wasn't sure if she had heard the noise or not and she was too exhausted and too comfortable in her husband's arms to investigate. Bill lay there for a few minutes wondering if he should check on Cameron and as his mind went blank in the afterglow of sex he went to sleep with an image of Cameron's perfect body in a lace bra and panties floating in his mind.

Over the next few days Bill was amused to see that Cameron was wearing bras and more feminine T-shirts or western shirts. They were always tucked into her jeans that still fit very nicely, and were not quite as tight. Her bra made her breasts look fuller and rounder, and gave her more cleavage. She was still a knock out and all the men around the ranch took notice. 

Between Cameron and her older brother Brandon, they could work any horse. Some said they could have been horse whisperers. Word always spread when the kids were training a new colt. Everyone loved to watch them. Shannon was even out at the corral, sitting on the fence watching the kids. Several of the neighbors had gathered around and soon a barbecue was started. Everyone was in the yard, drinking, laughing, and eating. Everyone except Cameron was there. Her mother was anxious for her to join them, and she asked Bill to see what she was doing. Bill knew if he didn't go find her, she would be in that barn all night! Having had a few beers, he whistled as he walked into the barn and Cameron shot him her warm smile that made him pause every time he saw it. 

"Hey baby girl! You are missing the party. Come on up to the house. That colt will be here tomorrow!" 

He couldn't resist walking close to her, but as he did, he broke out in a big laugh. Picking the crumpled up bra out of her back pocket he laughed, "Is this where you are supposed to wear this contraption?" 

Rubbing the soft lace garment against his fingers excited Bill. He needed to shift his bulging cock as he thought about the bra pressed against her skin and he toyed with the silk and lace bra. 

Cameron blushed, "Sorry dad, I got too hot." 

Bill replied, "Well don't have it hanging out of your back pocket ok?" He tossed it down on a bale of straw as they walked out. He knew he shouldn't have these feelings towards his own daughter, but he couldn't stop himself!

Cameron and Bill walked up to the house. Bill's hands brushed against Cameron as they walked and she enjoyed his gentle touch. 

As she reached the house, her mom called to her "Cammie, come over and get something to eat honey." 

She moved through the tangle of neighbors, as they complimented her on her work. She walked up next to Shannon and fixed a hamburger and asked for a beer. 

Shannon noticed that Cameron was not wearing her bra and started to bristle. Instead of reacting, she realized that she could use this. She was intent on reviving the intense lovemaking that she and Bill had shared the other night. She was also aware that Bill was gazing at their daughter more and more lately. If it took Cameron to trigger some of Bill's desire to make it happen, well what was the harm really? 

Sauntering over to where Cameron sat, she began to rub her shoulders and help her relax. She rubbed her firm body and worked out some of the kinks. As Cameron started to roll her head and loosen up, Shannon slid her hands inside of her daughter's shirt to continue rubbing her shoulders. 

"Bill, what do you think about letting Cammie have a beer or two? She is so tense and thirsty and her muscles need to relax. Besides I am sure she's had more than a few beers at college this year" 

Bill shrugged his shoulders, "If she wants a beer I don't think it will hurt her! She's old enough to make her own choices on a lot of things" 

Cameron nodded and he grabbed her one and brought it back, opening it for her as he handed it to her. She poured the beer into her mouth swallowing it in large gulps, and then slid the cold bottle inside the front of her shirt, smiling as the cold bottle rested between her breasts and cooled her. 

Shannon noticed her husband's reaction at this display and pangs of jealousy stung her. Bill realized he was leering at Cameron and shifted his attention to his wife, stroking her cheek and hugging her and complimenting her on the makeshift party. 

Shannon toyed with Bill and encouraged her daughter's antics. "Oh yeah sweetie, roll that cold bottle all over your skin. It will feel so cool and make you feel so much better." 

As she encouraged her and stroked her own hand against Cameron's skin, another shirt button popped open. That was more than Bill could take! Her lush breasts nearly exposed, and her nipples poking through the material were begging for attention as the cold bottle rolled back and forth, pressing against the material of her shirt and pushing the opening wider. Bill's cock was rigid and the desires he had been denying for his daughter surfaced again with new life and he knew that he had to see if she was feeling the same way. Leaving his wife and daughter to get another beer and talk with his guests he couldn't concentrate on anything other than Cameron the rest of the night.

That night after the party ended and the house became quiet, Bill and Shannon began their next session of passion in the shower. Shannon entered the shower and surprised Bill that night and, as she had hoped, he didn't hesitate. They were quickly soaping each other and kissing and touching each other in all of their favorite ways. Bill finally pushed Shannon against the shower wall and thrust his cock into her over and over until they both came, screaming their passions and lust for each other. They fell into bed after a long day, totally satisfied and basking in the afterglow of a long hot shower fuck. Shannon was asleep almost immediately but Bill could not erase the vision of Cammie's pert young breasts and the cold droplets of water running down into her cleavage, and was rock hard again.

Bill got out of bed quietly and roamed through the house wearing his robe and nothing else. He found himself standing in Cameron's doorway, straining to see her form in the dim light trickling into her bedroom. He could hear her breathing and knew she was sleeping. Her window was open and the cool night air was drafting into her room. He crept into her room to close the window, and it creaked as he pulled it shut. Looking at Cameron's sleeping form and seeing her unaware of the noise gave him a false sense of security so he moved closer to her bed. Looking down at her beautiful face and tanned skin, his mind raging between lust and desire, and guilt. His thoughts were interrupted by her soft moans and flailing arms that pushed her bedcovers away. Whatever dream she was having was vivid and then suddenly he could see her naked body lying there before him. The soft sexy nightie she bought a few days before was crumpled beside her pillow. Bill's eyes feasted on her body. Her soft pink nipples and firm breasts spilling down from her neck and strong shoulders, her soft pubic hairs covering her mound, her strong thighs and toned legs that were spread and inviting - all were etched into Bill's mind.