45 comments/ 224309 views/ 119 favorites Daddy's Naughty Box By: RainierWriterII Many, many thanks to Gayle for editing my work! Comments welcome. - - - - - - - - I've always found it amazing how quickly emotions and thoughts can change over a single issue when one's beliefs are challenged. Something recently happened in my life which at first shocked, and candidly disgusted me, yet within only hours I came to see things quite differently. My name is Danielle, but all my friends call me Dani. I am a twenty four year old single woman, living in Boston, Massachusetts. I grew up in a suburb to the north of the city, where my dad still lives, about thirty miles from my current apartment in the Back Bay. After graduating from a great private college in Maine, I accepted an entry level finance position with a large insurance company in Boston. The pay wasn't great, but there appeared to be a lot of room for future growth, so I signed on. Given the state of the economy, I was just happy to have a decent position as so many of my classmates were still looking for work. My parents divorced when I was in high school, and then while I was in college my mom remarried. She and her new husband moved to the Midwest two years ago, so during the summers and most holidays I stayed with my dad. I wasn't happy about the divorce, but it was nice to stay with Dad as it gave me a bit of normalcy. After receiving my diploma, I moved back home with my dad for a year and a half or so and commuted via subway to and from work each day. Just six months ago, along with a friend from work, I signed my first lease on a two bedroom apartment, not far from our office. It may sound silly, but I felt amazingly proud to be on my own in the city with what seemed like limitless possibilities ahead of me. Neither my roommate, Heather, nor I made great money, so we shared a fairly Spartan space, and didn't lead an overly extravagant lifestyle. Every couple of months, my friends from high school would set up a night out, so I'd make my way back home to party with old pals. After having an evening of drinks and laughs, I'd head back to Dad's and crash in my old room. It was on one of those occasions that I found something that rocked me to my core, and made me reevaluate some long-held beliefs. Jen Scott, my best friend from high school, sent me an e-mail to let me know the girls were getting together the next Saturday. I had no real plans, and a night with old friends sounded good, so I sent her back a message to say I was in. I called my dad to let him know I would be heading home for the weekend, and he informed me that he'd be out of town at a trade show in Chicago. My dad is a marketing manager with a major manufacturing company, and often spends time on the road, so this was not an uncommon event. He said I was welcome to stay as always, and since I still had a key, it was no problem. I went out that Friday evening with folks from work for a few drinks. I had had my eye on Luke Matthews from accounting for weeks, and tried to engage him in conversation on a few occasions, trying to let him know I was interested without being too over the top. As the evening wore on, I became angrier with my roommate by the minute. Every time I tried to get Luke alone, Heather would suddenly show up looking to join the conversation. She knew I liked him, yet she appeared intent on keeping us apart for some reason. I was so mad I left the bar early and headed home alone to get some rest, knowing I was heading out the next evening as well. I awoke fairly early the next morning, and made myself comfortable as I ate my cereal on the couch. Only a few minutes later I heard Heather's door open, and was shocked to see Luke walk out clad in only his boxers. He didn't seem to notice me, and slowly made his way into the bathroom. I may have been mad the night before, but suddenly my blood began to boil. At that moment, I needed to get out of that place fast for fear I might kill the both of them. I hadn't even taken a shower, but I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, before packing my bag to head out. I had brought work home to do that weekend, so I grabbed my laptop and briefcase, and before I even knew what was happening, I was on the subway heading towards home. As I rode the train, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. Heather had never even shown any interest in Luke, yet she knew I really liked him. She and I are both attractive, but in my opinion she comes off a bit slutty where as I am more of the girl next door type. I could only think that she must have done it to intentionally hurt me, but for what reason I just couldn't figure out. Regardless, right there and then I made up my mind that I was done with the both of them. When my lease was up in six months, it would be goodbye, Heather. When I arrived at my dad's place, I decided to pour myself into work and try to forget about the previous twelve or so hours. I opened the laptop, and set about diligently working on the spreadsheet I had created earlier that week. After only an hour or so, my fingers actually hurt as I realized I was furiously typing, apparently taking out my frustrations on the keys. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, and then continued on. The spreadsheet I was working on was over forty pages, and I always found them hard to review on the computer, having to flip forward and back so often. I wanted to print it out to review a hard copy, but my laptop was not hooked up to anything at my dad's place. Dad had an office in his home, so I went there to see if he had a computer I could use. I knew he almost exclusively worked on his laptop, but was pleased to see he still had an old desktop in the study. I booted up the computer, and thankfully found it not password protected. After only a few clicks, I realized I'd be able to sign into my personal e-mail, so I decided to send the spreadsheet to my e-mail address, so I could print it from Dad's computer. I opened the spreadsheet online, and just after I hit the icon, the printer chugged to life and began slowly churning out page after page. After spitting out only a dozen or so sheets, everything came to a halt when it ran out of paper. I searched the room high and low for a new ream, but found nothing. With that I opened the closet and began to look more intently as I prayed Dad must have more nearby. I found nothing on the lower shelves, so I moved the computer chair for something to stand on as I checked the top shelf. The first few boxes were filled with old family mementos, so I pushed them aside. In the very back corner was one final box, which I grasped and pulled forward. It was heavy and too large to open in the cramped space, so I pulled it down and sat it on the desk before opening it. The box was roughly the side of those which contained paper at work, so I was sure my problem was solved. When I opened it I found what appeared to be stacks of magazines, each resting face down. When I picked one up and turned it over, I was very surprised to find that it was a Playboy. Pretty much all of the guys I knew at school looked at porn, so I wasn't completely shocked, yet I just never even contemplated my dad might be interested too. Part of me felt like I was invading his privacy, but another part still wondered if there might be printer paper buried somewhere deeper down in the box. I carefully placed the magazine down on the desk, wanting to pack the box back just as I had found it in case Dad checked. I didn't want him to know I had found his stash. Digging back in the box I found another playboy underneath the first, followed by a Penthouse. After pulling out a few more Penthouse magazines, I found two stacks of smaller publications side by side, each roughly the size of a Reader's Digest or TV Guide. They too were face down, but when I turned them over, they all had titles like, Family Letters, Family Affairs, Family Taboo, etc. A shiver went through my body as I instantly had an idea of just what they might be. Very slowly I went through the stack and looked at each one. The edges of the magazines were frayed and yellowed, making me think they were ages old, like relics from years long before the availability of internet smut. After looking at the dates, all were at least ten years old, so I wondered what compelled Daddy to hold onto them. For some reason I just had to know what was inside. Feeling more nervous than I had in ages, I looked around the room to make sure the coast was clear, even though Dad was miles away and the doors were locked. I took one of the small publications in hand and opened it up with more than a bit of trepidation. Under the contents page, there was a bold list of titles, each with some kind of family relationship in the name. My earlier fears seemed to be justified; my dad had clearly been reading some type of incest magazine! I was torn as to whether I should proceed further and really see what was inside, or close it and forever try to convince myself I'd never even found them in the first place. Within only second, curiosity won out. I steeled my nerves, and slowly began flipping the pages. It appeared that the magazine was filled with what were supposed to be letters from readers, occasionally supplemented by hand-drawn pictures of couples in graphic sexual positions. For the record, I am no prude, but at that moment I was more than a bit overwhelmed. I had lost my virginity in high school, and had a number of other boyfriends over the years. In fact, I'd even made out with a girlfriend from college one evening when we both had too much to drink, yet this was new territory altogether. I closed the magazine and carefully packed the box just as I had found it. Climbing on the chair, I stuffed it back into place in the far corner of the closet and tried to set everything back just as I had found it. I left the room in stunned silence. I sat on the couch in the living room, trying to come to grips with my discovery. After a few minutes, I decided the best idea was to get back to work and try to forget what I saw. I began reviewing my spreadsheets, but there was simply no way in hell I could concentrate with what was swimming around in my head. My mind kept wandering back to the titles I'd read, and wondered just what was written that made my dad so interested. Could he really be into incest? I was mortified. My dad had always been amazingly loving and supportive, the one person on whom I could always count. However, as I pondered this newfound image of him, I was forced to contemplate our relationship in an entirely new way. Did the idea of a physical relationship with a family member, a daughter for example, turn him on? Where exactly did that leave me, or us? As I sat there, my mind raced with thoughts of my dad. I was reminded of something that had happened a few years before. My father is forty six years old, and is honestly quite a handsome man. I had never really noticed before, not until my friends pointed it out one evening. I was at my friend Jen's house for a sleepover when I was in high school, and we started talking about who the hottest guy in the neighborhood was. The other girls and I started throwing out names of boys we liked, when Meredith Richmond said, "Dani's dad, by far." All the other girls squealed and laughed, but each one nodded their heads and seemed to agree with her whole heartedly. I was dumbfounded that they would think my dad was the neighborhood hottie, because after all, to me he was just Dad. Yet the crowd appeared convinced. I yelled out, "Gross!" but they all just giggled louder and seemed to bask in my embarrassment. Jen finally said, "You have to admit it, Dan. Your dad is a stud." I was stunned; my dad, a stud? The idea felt uncomfortable at the time, but it did force me to look at him in a new way. He was still just the same sweet, loving guy I'd always known, but I had to admit he was also really handsome. In fact, after that I was proud the girls thought my dad was so attractive, though I never told him so. As my mind came back to the present, I realized I burned through all the paper in dad's printer, a fact that he might find soon after he came home. I was feeling quite nervous and guilty, so I grabbed his car keys and headed to the local office super store to replenish the stock. The entire ride, I just couldn't get the images I'd seen in those magazines out of my head. After picking up more paper, I headed home to finish printing my work and also wipe out any trace of what I had left in the closet. My friends and I were scheduled to go out at eight o'clock that evening, but when Jen called I told her I wasn't feeling well and was going to stay home. Part of me wanted to go out and get plastered to forget about what I found, but I was afraid that if I did I may slip up and tell the girls about the magazines. The last thing I needed was a bunch of drunken chicks piling into my dad's house late night to see for themselves. As troubled as I was, it was Dad's dark little secret, and I felt I owed it to him to keep it that way. I sat at the kitchen table, attempting to work, but my head just wasn't in it. Try as I may to concentrate on the spreadsheets, my mind kept going back into the box. After struggling to fight it for an hour or so, my curiosity was killing me, and I just had to know what exactly was written in those letters. Feeling quite guilty, I made my way back to Dad's office, and pulled the chair to the closet once more. After moving the other boxes aside, I pulled my target forward and slowly lowered it to the desk. I carefully peeled back the Playboys and Penthouses, and set them down as gently as possible. I then grabbed the next one in the stack and flipped it over and read its title, across the top was printed, "Family Letters". There was a girl who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties on the cover, looking completely innocent, sitting up in bed with a blanket pulled up to her neck. The caption beside her head read, "I Had a Bad Dream, Daddy." After taking a deep breath, I opened it and started paging through. The first letter was titled, "Staying with Aunt Sue," and I began to read. It was by a nineteen year old boy who went to live with an older Aunt, who just happened to live nearby the university he was attending. It was poorly written, and the set up sounded completely unbelievable, so I skipped forward to the next letter wondering if they were all that improbable. On the next page, I found the one titled, "Daddy Dearest." I noticed the upper right hand corner of the page was slightly turned down, as if someone was marking this particular letter for future reference. There was also a crude drawing of a naked woman between a man's legs, with her lips wrapped around his disproportionally large penis. I decided to read the letter to find just what might be so interesting that the page needed to be highlighted. Feeling quite anxious, I began to read on. Unlike the first one, this letter was surprisingly well-written. The story was told from a twenty two year old woman's perspective, and detailed how she was in love with her father. Her words were so powerful and heartfelt, I actually found myself believing that this one might in fact be true. The emotions were so strong; I got swept up in her tale and unexpectedly started growing quite horny as she chronicled everything until their eventual union. I kept trying to tell myself that it was wrong, yet my body began to tingle in all my naughty parts. At one point I pictured myself in the author's place, being so taken with my own dad that I'd intentionally attempt to seduce him. I wondered if somehow Daddy had felt the same emotions when he read her words since she made their coupling sound so natural. When I finished the tale, my pulse was pounding. Only hours before I had never even contemplated sex with a family member. Suddenly I was left pondering if people not only thought about such things, but actually did them. In my mind's eye I could see my dad, and tried to imagine what he might be like in bed. He was tall and broad shouldered, but I found myself trying to picture what another piece of his anatomy might look like, one that I had never before seen. At that very moment, me cell phone rang, and I raced to the kitchen to grab it. I noticed Dad's name on the display, so I took a deep breath before I answered the call. "Hi, Daddy," I greeted him, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Hello, sweetheart," he replied, in a chipper tone. Just hearing his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I was suddenly at a loss for words. Thankfully, he asked, "Everything okay there?" I fumbled for a moment, but then muttered, "Yea, umm, just fine." It was clear he was busy when he replied shortly, "I'm on a quick break, Dani. I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely." "Everything's great here, Dad." I responded, attempting to sound as upbeat as he had. After a few more pleasantries he was gone, back to the trade show to earn his living. The silence seemed deafening as I dropped down onto the couch and tried to figure out just what the hell I was supposed to do next. I didn't really want to go out with my friends, and heading back to the apartment was not an option as I just couldn't face either Heather or Luke. The burning in my crotch from reading the letter was still where, which made me uncomfortable, only made worse by the fact that it had actually grown hotter when I heard my dad's deep voice. Somehow, I just had to ignore it. I decided to turn on the television to see if there was some type of mindless entertainment in which I could lose myself until I fell asleep. I was so agitated, it seemed like I could only concentrate on a show for a few seconds before I had to change the channel. I finally settled on a comedy show and really tried to get into it, yet the dull ache in my groin was just too hard to ignore. I felt dirty as I made my way to my bedroom, closed the curtains tight and shut off the lights. I peeled off all my clothes, except for my skimpy panties, and climbed onto the bed. My hand wandered between my legs, and I tried to think of hot guys I knew, but the first one that came into my mind was Luke, which completely frustrated me. I quickly pushed his image out of my mind, and tried to think of Scott Stark, a stud from school, but his image didn't last long. For some reason, every man I tried to think of slowly morphed into my dad, and I saw his handsome face clearly as I diddled myself. I moaned out loud, conflicted as I was. My body was on fire and needed satisfaction, but rubbing myself off to my dad seemed far too taboo. Try as I may to fight it, Dad's face was ever present as I ran my fingers up and down my overheated slit. When I finally moved to my clit, I went off like a rocket. In the throes of passion I couldn't help but whimper, "Oh, Daddy." After I came down from my powerful orgasm, I felt a great deal of shame. How could I do that? Get myself off to visions of my own father? I buried my head in the pillow and prayed that sleep would take me soon. Try as I may to relax, I felt like I'd just polished off a dozen cups of coffee. Every time I tried to clear my mind, I'd see the words I had read earlier in that woman's love story about her dad. And each time I thought about her father, a vision of my own would fill my head. My skin tingled all over, but I fought the urge to touch myself once more. My thoughts kept wandering back to, "Daddy's Naughty Box," as I had come to think of it. It seemed like with every illicit vision I would force out of my head, five more would come streaming back in. I had read just two letters, and in fact only one all the way through, but I was left wondering just what else might be in those magazines. Was the dog-eared page just an inadvertent addition to an old text, carelessly left by someone, or was it significant to my dad for some reason? Daddy's Naughty Box After tossing and turning for at least another two hours or so, out of both frustration and curiosity, I once again rose and headed to Dad's office. After I answered his call earlier, I never went back to pack up, knowing he was far away. I found the periodical I had been reading right where I left it, laying on the desk with the young woman's face staring back at me. I plopped myself down in the computer chair, and once again reviewed the magazine. As I scrolled pages, I began wondering if there might be another dog-eared page my dad may have wanted to return to. Sure enough, I found one, the very last letter in the digest. The letter was titled, "Sally's Soccer Tournament." This time the tale was from the father's perspective, and I was sucked in right away. The dad made it clear he loved his daughter immensely, and was conflicted by some of his darker feelings towards her. Apparently, Sally's mom had to work that weekend, so dad had to take her to the weekend event alone. On the two hour drive, his darker side clearly won out, as when they arrived at the hotel he asked for a single room with one king bed. He explained to Sally that they were overbooked due to the tournament, so they had to share for the evening. Over the subsequent pages, things went from an innocent massage of his daughter's aching legs after a day of running, ultimately to full on incestuous sex with a willing partner. I'm not going to lie; only half way through the first page I had become amazingly aroused once more. As I slowly stroked my mound, I was thinking to myself, "What a naughty, devious daddy." Then it hit me like a lightning bolt! When I was a junior in high school, my dad took me on a trip to visit colleges in the northeast. We arrived at one motel where we had a long-held reservation, and he instructed me to organize our things while he got the room. When he arrived back at the car, Daddy appeared upset as he explained they only had a single room left, one with a king size bed. At the time I remember thinking it was no big deal, but suddenly I was dumbstruck! Was that my dad's attempt to bed me, just as the father had successfully done in the story? Was the letter the inspiration for a potential seduction? I searched my brain for clues, but I honestly could not recall my dad being anything other than a complete gentleman that weekend, as always. Sure, we slept alongside one another, but I could not remember feeling anything out of the ordinary happened whatsoever. If fact, I could not even recall our bodies touching accidentally in the large bed. I was sure it just had to be a coincidence. As I sat there, I began seriously contemplating my relationship with my dad. He had always been supportive, and more attentive than any of my friend's parents. Looking back at all the watershed moments of my life (other than losing my virginity, of course); he was almost always right alongside me. If I was offered the choice of any father in the world, I would not have changed a thing. I fought to calm my nerves, but found it impossible given the situation. My mind and body were aflame, and I had to know if the one story was somehow tainting the image of my dad. I tossed the magazine aside, and grabbed the next one in the stack. This one was titled, "Family Affairs," and I rapidly tore into it. Sure enough, there were more dog-eared stories, each one Daddy-daughter. I read each tale, and found myself growing hotter with every word. The stories were all different in their own ways, but when father and daughter finally came together I was simply taken to a new place. Sitting there in my dad's home office, I slowly rubbed myself off through my sodden panties once more. After I finished the third story, I was close to orgasm. I closed my eyes and couldn't help recall the scene in the hotel room from years before; he two of us, alone in that big bed. In my mind, I could see Daddy easing up from behind to spoon me, engulfing me in his strong arms. I could almost feel his large cock slide between my legs and touch my waiting pussy as I fingered myself rapidly. I hissed, "Yes, Daddy," as I came with a shudder, and collapsed back into the chair. Suddenly I felt exhausted, and decided to head back to bed. In the event sleep was not that near, I brought with me two more of the incest magazines, just in case. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a wonderful dream state. Visions of Daddy floated through my head, and rather than disgust me, they comforted me, to say the least. I awoke at about three in the morning, and felt a nervous energy. I snapped the bedside light on, and grabbed one of the nearby magazines. With my thumb, I scrolled through the pages, until I found my target. Another page turned down. Yes! By that point I was not at all surprised to find it was a story about a father and daughter in a less than conventional relationship. I read every word with rapt attention, slowly easing a single finger up and down my slit as I did so. It was hard not to inject myself into the stories, trying to imagine it was me in the girl's place, enjoying the attention of my handsome dad. After yet another powerful orgasm, I turned off the light and fell asleep. In the morning, I got up and enjoyed a long, hot shower. As I bathed, I made a deal with myself that if I worked on the spreadsheet for two hours, I could have an hour with the box. It was hard to do, but after actually getting some work done, I almost ran to Dad's office. Deciding to get more comfortable, I carried the entire box to my room and set about reading. My absolute favorite story was written by a father who had grown tired of his daughter's unruly behavior. One evening she came home drunk, and when he questioned her behavior, she had the audacity to tell him to, "Chill." He became so enraged that he pulled her over his lap and spanked her ass. The dad found himself getting excited and actually pulled her skirt up to slap her butt, and found she was not wearing any panties. His anger eventually turned to lust, and before long he had his hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. From there the story grew more graphic and hot. I had never been spanked before, but suddenly the idea of my dad forcing me over his knee to deliver a spanking seemed amazingly thrilling. In my mind as I wearing my sexiest party skirt, and a teensy little thong, as Dad held me in place on his lap, my nearly naked butt on display for his eyes. He spanked me long and hard, and then ripped my panties off before attacking my pussy with his thick fingers, just like in the story. From there he forced me to suck his cock, and then finally fucked me like an animal. As the images ran through my mind, I rubbed myself with abandon and very simply experienced the strongest orgasm of my life. The rest of the day was a fog as I drifted back and forth between my work and the box of magazines. I re-read the spanking story a few times, wanting to remember every small detail. Late in the afternoon I packed everything up as closely as I could to the way I found things, and then headed for the subway. Thankfully, Heather was out when I got home, so I didn't have to face her or Luke. After a light dinner, I closed the door to my room and went to bed early. Work that week was difficult as I desperately tried to avoid them both, and home wasn't any better. It seemed like my only safe place was alone in my bedroom, which really sucked. I knew Dad was scheduled to arrive home on Tuesday, so I decided to call him that evening. I was really nervous as I dialed the phone because of my new feeling towards him, but also afraid that I may have left evidence of the fact that I was in his box and knew his secret. Daddy answered as cheery as ever, which eased my mind greatly. We chatted for a short time, when he asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?" I had not said anything was wrong, so I was surprised by the question. I told him everything was fine, and he said, "Come on Dani, I can always tell when you've got something on your mind." Of course I couldn't tell him about my recent discovery, so instead I told him about Heather and Luke. He was a great listener and offered words of support and encouragement, just as I would have expected. He then told me he was going to be in the city on Thursday, and wanted to take me to dinner. I accepted enthusiastically, excited at the prospect of seeing him again. As the day wore on that Thursday, my initial excitement began to turn to anxiety. I grew increasingly nervous at the idea of sitting across the table alone with my dad, wondering if somehow he'd be able to tell something had changed inside of me. At 5:01, I was already on the way to the elevator, racing home to prepare for my dad's arrival, as I only had a short time to make myself beautiful. Just seconds after Dad knocked upon my door, I flung myself into his arms and he pulled me into a long, firm hug. I stepped back to take him in, and my heart nearly skipped a beat. He looked amazingly handsome in his dark suit, his crisp white shirt highlighting the toothy grin he gave me. I became anxious as I noticed his eyes slowly move up and down my body, yet was immensely relieved when I heard him utter one simple word, "Gorgeous." I had selected my classiest, but sexiest work outfit that day. While I wanted to look hot, I needed him to see me as a woman, no longer the little girl he had raised. The short black skirt, with its matching blazer, really highlighted my figure. I hoped the dark stockings and black high heels would make my legs look long and lean. My cream colored blouse I left unbuttoned one lower than usual, wanting to display a hint of cleavage. I was afraid that Heather might show up at any moment to put a damper on the atmosphere, so I was itching to leave. Daddy must have sensed this because after only some brief small talk, he was guiding me out the door and we were off. As I sat across from Dad, I could not contain a nervous energy, and found I could barely keep still. I had enjoyed dinner with him thousands of times before, yet this was very different. My cheeks felt warm, so I knew I must have been flush, which made me wonder what he must be thinking. Could he see the twinkle in my eyes and tell that I was falling in love with him? Dad and I shared a bottle of wine, which calmed my nerves slightly with every sip. We talked more than we had in ages, and it was wonderful. The entire evening felt like a date, easily the best one I had ever been on. Things had gone so well I think we were both reluctant to leave the table, but after paying the check we finally rose to head home. As we walked the short distance towards my apartment, Dad took my hand in his. We strolled silently under the artificial light, and I almost felt like a little girl again. My big, strong dad was escorting me home, ensuring my safety. The warmth of our palms seemed to radiate throughout my entire body, making me feel like I was floating home rather than walking. When we reached the apartment, the mood was ruined when we found Heather and Luke in the kitchen. I introduced Daddy to Luke, and watched as they shook hands. Seeing the two together almost made me laugh out loud. Compared to my dad, Luke looked like a wimpy little boy, making me wonder why I was ever even interested in him in the first place. I looked over at Heather and smiled broadly, knowing she could see I was with the better man. Daddy and I said goodbye in the hall, and he gave me another long hug. Just before pulling away completely, he leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. It only lasted a moment, but it was wonderful. Much better than the usual peck on the cheek I had grown accustomed to over the years. As was the case in the restaurant, it appeared that Dad was not ready to leave just yet. He almost appeared nervous as he took my hands in his own, and gazed at me intently. With an oddly solemn look upon his face, he said, "I had a great time tonight, sweetie." "Me too, Daddy," I muttered softly. "Let's do this again soon," he replied, as a big grin finally softened his face. When he turned to leave I just had to watch him walk away. I retired to bed almost immediately to address the fire that had been burning in my crotch all day. My pussy was so warm and wet it felt like I was stirring a steaming cauldron as I fingered myself to a satisfying orgasm. Over the next few weeks, Dad and I found excuses to call each other almost daily. I don't know if he sensed a change in our relationship after our dinner like I had, but suddenly we chatted more like adults than father and daughter. I found myself sharing things with him I probably would not have in the past, as did he. Deep down I was certain things between us had moved to an entirely new level. I received another e-mail from Jen to let me know the high school girls were going out again on Friday night. It had been almost a month since the dinner with my dad, and instantly I knew this was the perfect excuse to head home. I called Daddy to let him know that I would be heading down for the weekend, and he sounded genuinely enthused with the idea. I was giddy the rest of the week, knowing I was going home for the weekend, only Dad would be there this time. Oh Friday evening, I packed up my things and headed for the subway with unbridled anticipation. When I got off the train, I rushed to the parking lot, searching for Daddy. I was simply delighted to see his face light up as he recognized me approaching, but even more so when he pulled me into a tight embrace. As we drove, I was surprised when he reached over and grabbed my hand, and held it most of the way home. We chatted for a while, until Jen called to say she was picking me up in forty five minutes. I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower, and then did my hair and makeup before getting dressed. I had selected my outfit earlier in the week, more for my dad than anyone else. I pulled on a tiny black thong and matching bra, and then slipped into a short black skirt and tight red silk top. I went without hose, but wore a pair of black high heels. I looked into the mirror and thought I looked really good, and then went to find my dad. When I met him back in the living room, he looked me up and down with complete adoration in his eyes. With a big smile, he simply said, "Wow." "You like, Daddy?" I asked, and gave him a turn so he could see the entire package. "Amazing," he answered, and wrapped me in another hug. I felt butterflies in my stomach and prayed he'd have the guts to make the first move as I could not. At that very moment, I heard a car honking outside, and knew Jen must have arrived. I didn't want to go, but Dad just looked at me and said, "Have fun tonight." I reluctantly left the house and walked to the car. Normally I enjoy time with my high school friends, but suddenly I felt resentful of them all. It seemed as though they were intentionally keeping me away from my dad, just as Heather had done with Luke. We were at the club around two hours, and the drinks were really flowing for my friends, but I just wasn't into it. Some of the girls began dancing with guys we met there, but my mood turned even more sour. I had no interest in staying any longer as the man of my dreams was not there. Jen was mad when I asked for a lift, but after bitching me out for a while she finally agreed and took me home. On the ride I came up with an idea. I remembered the spanking story from the magazine I read at Daddy's place, and wondered if I could pull off something similar. I had only two drinks at the club, so I wasn't drunk, but thought I could act like I'd had more and see what would happen. I said goodbye to Jen and walked to the door. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt a bit, and undid another button of my blouse, trying to make myself look slightly disheveled. After taking a couple deep breaths, I turned the knob and went inside. Daddy was watching TV in the living room, and I intentionally staggered in to greet him, slurring my words as I said hello. Dad shut the television off and stared at me for a moment, then asked, "Are you drunk, Dani?" I didn't really know the best response, so with a giggle I simply said, "Maybe." He never took his eyes off me, and responded firmly, "I'm disappointed in you." I remembered the story I had read, and knew I had to be dismissive of him, so I said, "Whatever, Dad." "Don't whatever Dad, me Dani," he replied angrily. The line from the story instantly came into my head, and I quickly answered, "Chill Dad, just chill." Daddy's eyes grew wide as he looked at me like I had three heads. I could almost see his mind racing, wondering where he had heard that line before. Nothing was said for almost twenty seconds, I think each of us unsure what to do next. At that point I was feeling amazingly hot, and didn't want the opportunity to pass, so once again I said, "Just chill, Daddy." Something inside of him must have snapped, because Dad went into action almost immediately and was on me in a flash. He grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled me towards the couch. He barked, "Don't you dare tell me to chill, young lady." Next thing I knew I was forced across his knee, and I instantly understood I was about to be spanked for the first time in my life. Dad must have either been as excited as I was, or really mad, because I felt him roughly tug my skirt up, exposing my bottom and thong. I pretended to struggle against him for a moment, but deep down I knew this is what I wanted. But did he? He had one arm pressed across my lower back, holding me in place, and then I felt his other hand softly land right on the middle of my ass. I was expecting him to spank me straight away, but for some reason he remained motionless. I assume he must have been wracked with indecision or guilt, as he had never spanked me before, not even as a kid. I'm sure from his vantage point, looking down upon my nearly naked bottom; he knew I was no child. After the thrill of him suddenly taking control, I was disappointed that he seemed unable to follow through to the next step. The only thing I could think of was to taunt him again to spur him on, so I wiggled about on his lap and yelled, "Let me go, old man!" Instantly I felt his palm leave my bottom, and a split second later it came back with force onto my right ass cheek. I squealed, "No!" but inside my body was screaming, "Yes!" I prayed this was the first step towards a new, wonderful relationship between the two of us. Dad spanked me a few more times in rapid succession, and then slowed his pace as I assume he tried to control his anger. He had never been a violent man in any way, but I think I was able to push his buttons to capitalize on the long-held weakness he had for me. I found myself whimpering after each blow, but it was more from excitement than pain. The spanks were firm, but tolerable, and made my pulse pound like never before. After about fifteen or so slaps, be grunted, "Don't you ever tell me to chill again, Dani. Understood?" For effect, he spanked me just as he said the word understood. "Yes, Daddy," I moaned aloud, my body rocking from the impact. "And don't ever call me old man again, either." One again, his palm landed upon my tender ass the second after he said it. "I promise, Daddy," I whimpered, breathing so heavily from excitement that I thought I might pass out. He slapped my ass a few more times, and then softly began stroking my cheeks. It thrilled me that my dad could be both so domineering yet sensitive, and I loved both sides of him. The skin of my backside had grown warm from the spanking, but not nearly as much as the inferno blazing on my front side. I don't think a fire hose could have cooled me off at that point. What I really needed was my dad's hose. Daddy's Naughty Box I lay there prone over my dad's lap as he continued to stroke my tender bottom, wondering if he might be so bold as to run his hands between my legs, just as the father in the story had done. He seemed so reluctant to make the first move; I felt the need to encourage him to be bold once again. In the spanking story I read, the father said to his daughter, "You're a naughty girl for not wearing panties." In an attempt to spark Daddy's libido, I whimpered, "I'm a naughty girl for wearing such skimpy panties." I prayed he'd recognize the dialog and realize I was playing a role, and hoped it would finally free him to give into his dark demons. Time almost stood still as I felt Dad's hands slowly slide down my bottom. I held my breath for a moment as his fingers dug between my thighs, before he finally traced them up onto my quivering mound. I had dreamed about this moment almost nonstop since I first found Daddy's naughty box, and it was actually happening. He started strumming my sex, and asked, "Is this what you wanted, Dani?" A long, loud moan escaped my lips as I hissed, "Yes." Just two months ago I would have been mortified to think my dad knew I was a sexual being. Yet there I was, basking in the attention like a craven hussy. He just had to feel the intense heat between my legs, as well as the puddle that was my soaking panties. The arm that had been holding me in place eased downward, until I felt his big palm settle upon my red hot bottom. Dad's hands began working in concert, forcefully manipulating my body like I had never experienced before. He firmly forced my bottom downward with one hand, while the fingers of the other incessantly stroked up and down my slit. I had been in a heightened sexual state for weeks, so I was not surprised to feel an orgasm rapidly approaching. Daddy continued his assault on my overheated pussy, and soon spasms began to rock my body. Every hair stood on end and my nerve endings tingled as I came with a roar. In the throes of the most intense orgasm of my life, I groaned, "Oh, Daddy." I don't think I lost consciousness, but seemed to zone out for a long while as I fought to regain my breath. As my head cleared, I found myself collapsed in a heap across dad's knees. He let me rest for a moment, and then released his arm from across my bottom, stating "Roll over, Danielle." I felt like jelly as I struggled to turn over. Dad wrapped an arm around my torso to assist me, and pulled my body tightly against his own. Something hard pressed against my outer thigh, and knew instantly it had to be his erect cock. Just moments earlier I was certain I couldn't get any higher, but I was wrong. My arousal was ratcheted up another notch as I understood he must have been as hot as I was. When I looked down, I could see a large spike in his slacks, mashed tightly against my leg. My heart almost skipped a beat as I wondered just how large daddy might be down there. My eyes slowly moved away, and I found my short skirt still resting over my hips, lewdly displaying my legs, along with a good measure of black panty. A chill ran threw me as I realized that if he wanted to look, my dad would be seeing me like few men before ever had. My head swam and I just had to rest it upon his shoulder, but I continued to stare at his crotch. For some reason, as much as I wanted to, I just couldn't reach down and grab dad's prick. I truly wanted to give him the same measure of pleasure he had given me, but lacked the inner strength. Daddy had crossed a giant barrier by overtly touching my pussy, yet I just couldn't be as bold. I thought that maybe I could be more subtle and see what would happen. I eased myself forward on daddy's lap a bit, to allow my hip to press firmly into his groin. Ever so gently, I began rolling my ass side to side, using the meat of my butt to stroke up and down the length of his hard cock. The hand around my waist pulled me in tighter, as Daddy seemed to like what I was doing. I closed my eyes and basked in the shear eroticism of the moment. We rocked together for a short while; when I felt something soft touch me just under my chin. When I opened my eyes, I found daddy's fingers guiding my face upwards towards his own. We stared at one another in silence for what seemed like ages, before he slowly lowered his lips to kiss me. My first kiss as a teen was thrilling, but nothing prepared me for this. Daddy could have taught an advanced class at kissing college, because he took me to places I never knew were possible. At first his lips were sweet and tender, treating me as if I were still his little girl. As we made out, he became more aggressive, and eased his tongue into my mouth. He kept varying his technique, like no guy I had ever experienced. I found myself whimpering into his mouth as Daddy cupped my breast for the first time. A shiver ran through my body as he rolled my nipple between his insistent fingers, and I pressed my chest into his hand. My head rolled back as I basked in the new sensations, and Dad took the opportunity to plant soft kisses all over my exposed neck. God, he was good! In all my life, I had never experienced an orgasm without vaginal stimulation. Surprisingly, between his wonderful kisses and the tweaking of my nipples, Daddy was rapidly bringing me to another climax. I couldn't help myself as I placed one hand atop the lump in his pants, and the other between my legs. When the realization hit that I was actually holding my dad's cock, I was pushed over the edge and came once more. I collapsed against daddy again, my sweaty forehead pressed into the nape of his neck. When my orgasm subsided, I realized I was still firmly holding daddy's rock hard cock in my hand. It was clear that although he had already brought me off twice, he had yet to cum himself. I felt guilty that I had been so greedy, and decided to remedy that immediately. I eased myself out of his arms, and slid down between his legs until I was kneeling at his feet. For a moment I looked in his eyes, giving him my best sexy smile, and then reached for his belt. My hand trembled as I fought with the buckle, but after a bit of effort was able to get his slacks open. I looked back into daddy's eyes as I grasped his pants at the hips. He instantly understood what I was up to and rose slightly from the couch so I could pull them off. After the slacks came off, I reached for his shorts and tugged on them as well. When I looked back, daddy was unbuttoning his shirt, the tails of which were still draped over his crotch. As he undid the last button, he peeled the shirt back over his shoulders and tossed it aside. My gaze instantly went to his groin, as I took in his cock for the first time. I had only slept with a few guys, but Dad's penis was easily larger than any I had ever seen before. Even hunched down on the sofa as he was, it appeared to be a good eight inches, and pretty thick to boot. I felt myself salivating as I knew it would soon be in my mouth. I placed my hands on Daddy's thighs, and rubbed them gently, before I twisted them under his knees to pull them apart. Looking into his eyes, I said, "Scoot forward, Daddy." Dad did as I asked, and I was now sandwiched between his thighs, his cock a mere foot or so from my face. I reached out and grabbed the base of his prick, and slowly began stroking the warm skin. It was so hard and heavy in my hand; I instantly wondered what it would feel like inside my tight pussy. But first I had something else to do. I leaned over Daddy's legs, and softly kissed the tip of his cock. I then ran my tongue out and snaked it all over its silky head. My lips opened wide as I took a couple inches into my mouth, and began sucking hard on my new toy. Dad began to lovingly stroke my hair as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. A groan came from above, which made me tingle, knowing I was giving my dad such pleasure. Given his collection of incest porn, I knew this had to be something he had dreamed about for years. I wanted to make the moment even more erotic, so I decided to tease him a bit. I released his cock from my mouth, and turned my face upwards towards his own. I continued to slowly stroke him as I stared into his eyes, and asked, "This is what you wanted for years, isn't it Daddy?" He was so excited he could barely speak, and grunted, "Oh, god, yes Dani." I gave a grin and responded, "You just sit back Dad, and let your little girl take good care of you." He whimpered as I sucked his cock back into my mouth, and sank down upon it as far as I could. I wanted to take the entire thing down, but it was just too big. Determined to give him as much pleasure as possible, I pumped the base of his cock in my hand as my lips and tongue worked the rest. Only two minutes or so later, I heard him sigh, "So close, baby." I knew he was trying to warn me he was about to cum so I could pull away, but I would have none of that. I sucked and pumped him even harder, wanting him to shoot into my mouth. I know some people might find that dirty, but I certainly didn't. I wanted Daddy to know how much I loved him, and show him that I would be willing to do anything he ever dreamed about. Seconds later, his hands gripped my hair firmly, just as I felt the first pulse of cum blast into my throat. Blast after blast of hot sperm shot into my mouth, and I struggled to swallow every drop. Saliva dribbled from my chin as I pulled off of Dad's dick. I felt naughty as I ran my forearm across my mouth, wiping myself clean, and hoped I wasn't being too slutty. When I looked up into his face, Daddy stared back at me with complete adoration in his eyes. Any fears I had were instantly washed away, knowing he loved me more than anyone else ever could. With a huge smile upon his handsome face, he said, "Thank you, princess." I almost felt like a little girl again, desperate for Daddy's approval. I'm sure I was blushing as I replied softly, "You're welcome, Daddy." Dad reached his hands under my arms, and he pulled me back up onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder lovingly, while his in turn engulfed almost my entire upper body. We sat together contentedly, but after all my dreaming, I didn't want the night to end, and was sure he was thinking the same thing. I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, "Take me to bed, Daddy." Without any effort, Dad stood and carried me to his room. He set me on the floor next to his bed, and said, "Let's get you out of these clothes, sweetie." Very gently but deliberately, he slowly stripped me naked. When he was done, he took a few steps back, and then let his eyes wander across my body. I was suddenly nervous, afraid that he might not like what he saw. I should have known better, because he looked at me in a way only a father could. Love shone in his eyes, and he said, "Gorgeous." My heart skipped a beat when I heard the word, knowing deep down that he meant it completely. He gave me another hug, our warm nude bodies touching so intimately, before he guided me onto the bed. He lounged out beside me, and began gently tickling the tender skin of my belly. He teased me with his fingers for a moment, and then leaned over to bring his mouth to my breasts. Dad began kissing my nipples, and every now and then sucked them into his mouth. He began to gently nibble on them with his teeth, one after the other, as a hand traced down my tummy towards my pussy. Daddy bit down on my left nipple a touch harder, as he touched my naked slit for the first time, forcing me to suck air in deeply. My dad played me like a violin as he expertly seemed to know exactly what I liked. No lover had ever mouthed my tits the way Daddy did, but I found that I absolutely loved it. His fingers pressed inside of me below, and I found myself thrusting my hips up to meet each of his advances. My clit was throbbing like never before, and I knew another orgasm was not far off, as I whimpered helplessly. I was momentarily disappointed when his mouth left my breast, until I realized he was kissing his way down my belly. Daddy settled between my legs, and brought his face to my crotch. As he continued to slowly finger my sex, he stuck his tongue out and ran it gently over my clit. From all of the stimulation earlier, my little nub was super sensitive, but his touch was light as a feather. I began to moan uncontrollably as he lapped away at me. I grabbed him by the back of the head and forced him deeper into my groin as I rode his face to orgasm. After I came down from the amazing high, I found Daddy laying alongside me once more, his cheeks covered in a glossy sheen of my juices. He gave me a big smile, and then planted a trail of soft kisses down from my forehead to my lips. Without saying a word, he slowly rolled atop me, and it was obvious what was about to happen. My legs were still spread wide, and he eased his midsection up against my own. I reached between us to grab his big cock, and lined it up with my dripping pussy. Very slowly, he pushed forward as inch by inch of his prick sank inside of me. I won't say it hurt, but have to admit there was a little discomfort as I was stretched by his girth. I'm not even sure if he was all of the way in, when he stopped and gazed into my eyes. With a look of concern on his face, he asked, "You okay, baby?" My breath was still a bit labored from my orgasm, exacerbated by the fact that that his cock was stretching me out, but somehow I was able to nod and grunt, "I think so." He looked distressed and stated, "We don't have to do this, you know." "Please Daddy, I really want to," I begged, afraid he would pull out and we'd never be in this position again. To make it as clear as possible, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and sank my nails into his back. He stared into my eyes and asked, "You sure?" I whimpered, "Yes, Daddy, I'm sure." Daddy was so sweet. He lowered his lips to mine and gave me a soft kiss, then pulled back and smiled at me encouragingly. Very slowly he began rocking his hips back and forth, pulling out just a few inches before easing back home. It seemed like his thick cock touched every single nerve ending inside me, and tingles raced from my vagina and shot throughout my body. As Dad moved inside me, sounds escaped my lips that I'm not sure I had ever uttered before with previous lovers. As he advanced, I found myself making a guttural, "Mmm," sound. Upon his retreat, my vocalization became more of a long, "Ahh." When his tempo increased, I was reminded of a child's swing, as in sing song fashion, I grunted, "Mmm, ahh, mmm, ahh," over and over. Daddy kept an even pace for a while, which had actually grown comfortable for me. I had already cum three times, yet I knew I was close again. Dad's large cock was touching places nobody else had ever been, and my body seemed to react to that enthusiastically. As he steadily thrust back and forth into my supercharged depths, I cried out as yet another climax coursed through my body like an electrical current. Without a doubt, it was the longest, most enjoyable orgasm of my life as Daddy continued to ride me throughout. He must have known I had cum again because I'm quite sure my grunting had turned to screams of passion. I think I also dug my nails deep into his back as I hung on for dear life. My limbs had turned to mush and all strength was gone, yet still Dad continued on. I became awed by his stamina as he showed no signs of stopping. Over the years I had seen so many Viagra commercials on television, I had assumed middle aged men were shells of their former selves. Yet Dad appeared to be a stud in his prime, and I wondered what he must have been like at my age. I was dumbfounded that my mom could ever let him get away, but knew one thing for certain. I was going to do whatever it took to make him happy and keep him for myself. After my forth orgasm, my pussy was as wet as wet could be, and Dad's cock seemed to glide in and out of me much easier. I wrapped my legs around his butt, locked my feet together, as I tried my best to match his rate. My effort appeared to spur him on as he began fucking me more rapidly. I slid my hands up to his shoulders and used him for leverage as we bounced off one another. The way I was holding him, I found my mouth next to daddy's ear. I once again remembered that this had to be his long-time fantasy, and wanted to make it as hot as possible. As he pounded me, I barked encouragement, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck my wet pussy!" I couldn't make out any words in response; just a series of groans escaped his lips as he seemed overwhelmed by what was happening. I had never been a talker in bed, but for some reason it suddenly felt so sexy. The idea that I could talk dirty, and to my dad no less, seemed so intoxicating. I was stunned to feel tingles run through my body, a sign that an orgasm might not be that far off. Dad must have been feeling the same as he suddenly doubled the pace of his assault on my body. I wanted to spur him on to the greatest orgasm of his life, so I shouted, "Cum for me, Daddy, cum for your baby girl!" I heard a roar come from my dad's mouth as he pounded me relentlessly. I matched him stroke for stoke, my mouth no longer able to form words. We thrust against one another like animals for another thirty seconds or so, when a loud scream filled the room. I have no idea if it was him or me, but suspect he both shouted as we came together in perfect harmony. Dad collapsed upon me, as we both fought to regain our breath, our chests heaving against one another. If you saw us at that moment, I'm sure you would have thought we had just gotten out of the shower as we were completely soaked with sweat. Dad was like a rag doll atop me for a long while, and I loved holding him close. After everything he had done for me over the years, it almost seemed like it was my turn to keep him safe while he was vulnerable. There was no longer any doubt in my mind we were going to be together, I was just sure. After a long rest, dad rolled over and pulled me with him as he went. I ended up aside him, with one leg over his abdomen, and my head on his chest. Not a word was spoken as I began gently running my fingers across his tummy and his hands traced up and down my back. As a child, I had dreamed about what a perfect marriage might look like, but even in my dream I never imagined something so perfect. At that moment, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was head over heels in love. I lifted my head off Daddy's chest and looked into his eyes. Staring back at me, I didn't just see my dad, but the face of someone who loved me, totally and completely. Not just as his daughter, but something much more profound. Dad leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss, before I rested my head on his chest once more. We snuggled together for a long while in silence; I'm sure both basking in the moment. I was surprised when Daddy got up from the bed and pulled me to my feet. Her led me hand in hand to the bathroom, and turned the shower on. After testing the water, he got in and guided me in as well. The shower was not sexual, but highly sensual. Daddy soaped me all over just as tenderly as could be, then I did the same for him. Dad got out first and dried himself off, then beckoned for me. As I exited the tub, he wrapped me in a large a bath sheet and proceeded to dry me, head to toe. The sheets on his bed were soaked, so daddy led me to my old room, and we climbed into bed. The way he was holding me, I never again wanted to leave that house. I felt like a piece of porcelain in the loving hands of a master craftsman. I looked into his eyes and asked, "Daddy, you know I don't like living with Heather, right?" "Of course," he replied. "Well, when my lease is up, would you mind if I moved back home?" Daddy's Naughty Box A huge grin twisted his face as he responded, "Why wait months, sweetheart? I'm free next weekend. Pack as much of your things as you can this week, and we'll have you settled back here by Sunday at the latest." Dad then gave me a soft kiss on the lips and added, "Remember, this is our home...forever." The perfect answer from the perfect guy.