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Daddy's Obsession

By: NonStopFunGuy



Here is the definition of MIXED EMOTIONS:

Hiding breathlessly in my 18-year-old daughter Vanessa's bedroom closet, peering out of the slits in the door, holding my aching erection in my hand with my shorts at my knees, while I secretly invaded her most personal private moment of her life, finding myself staring at Vanessa nude except for her bra lying on her back on her bed spreading her legs to her sides, while a big-titted, topless blonde (her red thong raising above her low-rise jeans over her skinny ass) bent forward and drove her tongue into my daughter's bald hairless vagina; meanwhile, my daughter was sucking the mammoth, rock-hard cock of some adult ethnic stud, her eyelids half-closed as she moaned lost in delight.

THAT, my friends, is mixed emotions. GUILT, for violating Vanessa's trust; DEPRESSION, that I'm so pathetic I can't help but watch; LUST, for my daughter's almost-nude body, clothed only in her bra; MORE GUILT for that reason too, come to think of it; MORE LUST, seeing Vanessa's topless, busty female friend; and an INTENSE DESIRE to shoot my cum watching these two sexy high school senior sluts fuck each other and this hung adult stud. You know, I should add another emotion that should be mixed into there -- ANGER, for Vanessa violating her long-standing promise to her mom that she wouldn't ever invite more than one other girl to the house, and here, she has a girl plus a very not-female, adult stud.

But, under the circumstances, I was going to give Vanessa a pass on the rule violation.

* * * *

I do wish I wasn't Vanessa's father, at times. She's fucking incredible. "Straight-B" student, I proudly can say; hey, she's not a geek. She's a bad volleyball player (well, bench-rider), practices piano too infrequently to be any good at that, and normally spends all her waking time on the phone, iPod, in front of the TV, or some simultaneous combination of all three. But she's a sweetheart, she wouldn't hurt a fly and is willing to help others at a heartbeat.

And she's, well, ridiculously cute. Maybe not a hottie or model, but, she's my daughter. Short and decently petite, not a skinny rail but a size 6P, delicate smallish breasts and a round (not fat, not tiny) bubble-butt. I love her shouldesr -- bony, wide, not frail. Her thighs are a bit thick, although it looks proportionate on her frame, and her waist and hips are still free of flab. Nice flat tummy for sure, super-soft (well, so it looks). Her dark-brown hair is about shoulder-length and on any given day is in a pony tail, two ponytails, a "whale tail" (what I call it, it's pulled together like a pony tail but then sort of cascades out in a fan-like shape), or just straight down her back. Her brown eyes are big orbs and she usually has a lot of mascara and makeup around her round face. Her nose is small, but her lips are pretty thick. Mmm, yes, thick lips.

My fascinations with Vanessa are my own business, but the reality is, two months ago I let my depravity get the best of me. It was really late at night, I climbed out of bed quietly so as not to wake my sleeping bitch of a wife whom I can't stand anymore, and I snuck to the bathroom to jerk off. I don't know what had me horny that night. As I passed Vanessa's closed door, I saw a dim light, and I put my ear to the door. I heard muffled noises, and fuck, my state of horniness went from a "7" to, like, "50." Maybe "500." I heard her distinct, sweet voice whining as she panted rhythmically, she was masturbating. I couldn't stop myself from holding my breath and listening more. A few moments later, though, she spoke -- into a phone, no doubt. She was quietly describing how her two fingers were stretching her cunt, which she said she'd shaved just earlier for the call. I mean, fuck, that's so hot. She was having phone sex!

To this day, I have no idea who was on the line. And I don't know what else happened with her. I felt a wave of guilt, plus anxiety at being discovered, plus lust, and I just ran into the bathroom and jerked off hard. Didn't take long. Sat there on the bathroom floor, well more laid on my back (I like to be flat when I jerk off), with hot cum dripping down my hand and stomach, imagining Vanessa nude with a bald slit and finger-fucking herself. I got hard again in seconds and jerked off a second time not even five minutes later.

I could picture her soft, fleshy pale thighs parting; her teenage mound all pink; her slender fingers rubbing that swollen pink clit, then pushing into her hole, her wrist turning as her fingers entered her twat. Her eyelids closed and her jaw open as she gasped and whined. Her ass cycling on her bed, her hips pumping, her fingers fucking herself. Fuck, I'm so hard even typing this right now.

That image lingered in my head a week or two, and it became the dominant obsession of my daily sexual fantasies. Not just Vanessa fucking herself; but her having phonesex. Or, even real sex. Wow, just to think, some guy's hard cock entering her wet pussy. It's so fucking hot to imagine it. Ooh, even better, how about MY hard cock . . . now I'm really getting vulgar and perverted. They can lock me up for mentioning it, right? But . . . she's so cute, and so tight, and so sweet. She's kissed my cheek a billion times whispering I'm the best daddy. God, what a disgusting sicko I am, I can't be a "best" daddy if I start to get images of my 5 1/2 inch erection sliding into Vanessa's dripping wet, shaved teenage pussy.

You better believe, late at night I'd go to the bathroom now and then, hoping to catch another free audible show. No luck. It began to torque my depravity, because the hot but brief memory of that phone sex created a desire to catch her at it again. And not just to hear it; to see it. How sick is that?

I started telecommuting a couple of days a week (I'm a copyright lawyer), so I often spend the day hidden in the no-windows work room in the basement. I came up one afternoon and scared the shit out of her in the kitchen, she was just back from school and had no idea I was home. So, it became her practice to ask in the morning if I would be home that afternoon. With my little head squarely controlling all decisions, one day I decided to lie to her. I'd be downtown, I told her, all day, home after dinner time.

Now, I didn't have a clue how I'd pull it off, I mean, how do I "get home" when I'm already home? So, here is how depraved I was. Before Vanessa got home from school, I parked the car a couple blocks down, around a corner. I'd just have to sneak out, walk to get it, drive it home. How weird would that be? And what if Vanessa or my wife called me at the office, and was told I was home all day? But, you know, horny males don't think logically.

That afternoon, I turned into a dog when I heard her get home. I snuck up the stairway low to the ground; kept my head poking around corners to see where she was; kept tabs on her time to time as she stayed in the living room and kitchen, doing her overlapping iPod/TV/phone activities. I was getting stressed and depressed that I was waisting time for something that wouldn't happen, when finally after nearly an hour she went up to her bedroom. And, to my delight, locked her door shut. Who locks a door when they are home alone?

And, yes, I pressed my ear to it. I didn't much hear anything, for about twenty minutes. Fuck, if Vanessa opened it to go to the bathroom -- well, I was a dead man. That would have to be some clever explaining; I decided, kneeling at her door, face pressed against it, I'd just confess my sins. What I heard, what dirty thoughts I had in my head. I don't know, maybe my self-deprecative decision to confess was actually a plan to see her reaction, see if she was disgusted or turned on. And thinking I was thinking that made me more depressed about myself.

I only heard the clicking of a computer keyboard, time to time, in that twenty minutes. I got sore kneeling there, and scared at the risk of being discovered, so I went back to the basement with a semi-hard cock. I was very disappointed I didn't hear her masturbating, and mad at myself for being disappointed about that.

And that's when I got this fucking disgusting idea. Vanessa had been complaining for months that her closet door needed to be fixed; it wouldn't close correctly because it had shifted over the years on its hinges, so now the top corner of the door was a bit higher than the doorframe. She could force it shut, but that would wedge it into place and it took a grown man (namely, usually me) to pull it open again. So she'd stopped using it for her day-to-day clothing, instead using it just for long-term or out-of-season storage. If I could get myself into that closet before she came home, I might have a pretty good image of her bedroom -- the closet was in the middle of the wall across from her bed and computer desk.

Some of you reading this will be saying, Billy, you're a prick for thinking that. Others of you, the freaks, will be saying, good fucking idea you asshole. But I'm a freak and an asshole, so the next available day when I didn't have to be in the office, I stayed at home and basically ignored real work to work on my plan.

I fixed her door, first of all. I got it to jam into place, but with very little effort. That way I could go in and out at my leisure, and if she wasn't in the room, she'd have no idea. Then, I arranged the big plastic containers and hanging clothing inside so create a little seat for myself in the middle. I could hide the seat by pushing the hanging clothing over the containers; then make the seat by jamming the clothing to the sides. And, here is what a real jerk I am. I put a couple of tools in the closet, so just in case she came into her room while I was leaving it, I could claim I was trying to fix it. (If she caught me IN the closet, well, I'd need a worm hole and a time machine to get out of that predicament, although I hear, worm holes ARE time machines, I guess.)

The rest of the day I was nervous as fuck, pissed that I was going to do this. I rearranged calls with people at the office and laid excuses that I wouldn't be available later in the date. About the time Vanessa should be getting home, I was light-headed and even sick to my stomach. But my cock ached, and like I said, it was running the show. I snuck into her room, sat carefully on the storage bin I'd arranged, and shut the door. Peering through the horizontal slits of the door, depending which one I selected, I could spy the surface of her bed pretty well; and another slit a little higher let me see her computer screen.

Daddy's a pervert and a loser, I thought to myself, but I wasn't going to stop now.

Boy, what a bad plan this was. It felt like an hour passed before Vanessa even got home; and when I heard her come into the house, it was like another hour, it seemed, before she came to her room. Next time, I told myself -- if there is a next time, which I told myself there wouldn't be -- I would bring a clock.

Watching, er, spying on Vanessa in her private bedroom turned my sick stomach into full-blown nausea. I saw her move around her bed, getting something from her desk, a book or something, then a pen. Ok, horny man, I thought, this isn't very sexy. And, of course, she left the room then. Didn't I feel stupid?

But I didn't move. How could I? Maybe as punishment to myself for acting like such a prick, I scolded myself saying, I'm staying right here in this closet until I hear my wife get home, then I'll sneak out and get my car. My back and knees were aching, and holding still for that long seemed impossible, but the pain was my way of getting back at myself for doing this in the first place.

I wasn't even concentrating on the room, I was trying not to pass out and softly rocking without making noises to keep my knee from stiffening too badly. This was something of a torture test, and I whispered out loud, is anything worth this?

It couldn't have been five, ten minutes later before Vanessa came back into the room, and answered the question affirmatively. She shut and locked her door. My heart jumped, I leaned forward and glued my face to the closet door, eyeing out of the slits. Vanessa wasn't moving quickly, but it was like she had a mission. I saw her back, then saw her lifting her sweatshirt over her head. Ooh, daddy's dick got hard. I looked lower, and saw her unfasten her bra from the back. Jesus, there was my daughter's naked back. Turn around, baby, I thought. But instead, she unsnapped her jeans, and pushed them off. She had on a black thong. I'd never seen her in a thong; it was divine. Her ass was fucking perfect. Meaty, soft, fleshy, not oversized, would nicely fill two male hands. Perfect over her fleshy thighs.

She half-turned now, and her perky little titties appeared. Daddy was in love! Her nipples were small and pink, but rockhard, knobby points on the fronts of her soft small sacks. A-cups, I would say. But soft and young.

Daddy stared at her nude breasts for a second, then saw her reach down to push off her thong. I wasn't breathing now. I looked through a lower slit, and saw her step out of her thong. I looked higher again. And I saw her perfect, naked ass. Vanessa was naked for me. Well, okay, not for me. But she was naked.

Vanessa slid onto her bed, propping up a pillow against the headboard. She crawled over to the nightstand and bent over, giving me my first look at her pussy from the backside. It was slightly hairy; she hadn't shaved, it seems, since that phone call three or four weeks ago. But it was an 18 year old pink vagina, and it was moist. It looked delicious.

From the nightstand, Vanessa pulled out a thin stack of papers, like something she'd stapled after printing a bunch of things. Maybe emails, something like that. My naked daughter slipped onto her back and butt against the propped-up pillows, holding the papers in one hand, and her other hand slid between her nude thighs. Inside my pants, my penis was on fire, aching to pop free. I watched in lust as my brunette daughter slowly fingered her clitoris and read several pages of this stack. I couldn't see her pussy directly, just her spread thigh and her hand digging into her crotch. But I focused on her perky little breasts as she breathed heavy, and watched her face as she read whatever work of porn was written on those pages.

Vanessa's fingerfucking was incredible, it took a while for her to get very wet, but eventually she tossed the papers down, slid flatter on her back (apparently, she masturbates like her father), and pulled her knees up to open her legs more. That hand over her cunt pumped hard and she moaned louder, wiggling her hips furiously. Her eyes were open as she stared at the ceiling, fantasizing about something good as she stuffed fingers into her cunt. Daddy was so turned on watching it; I could hear her wet pussylips, the sucking, sticky noises of her fingers working in and out of that wet pussy. I couldn't help but rub my cock through my pants, and seeing and hearing and even smelling Vanessa fucking herself was the best sexual event of my life. I came in my underwear, if you can believe it. Then Vanessa came too, on her bed.

She is multi-orgasmic, I found out. Vanessa had a loud orgasm but kept fingering her cunt about another good 15 or 20 minutes, and had at least a couple more orgasms. And, she's slutty too; she pulled her fingers out a few times to suck them clean of juices. Daddy loved that, and was jealous -- I wanted a taste too.

When the show was over, Vanessa dozed off to sleep, nude, on her bed. I came a second time in my pants myself, then had to be content to stare at her nude ass and tits for about 30 or 45 minutes until she woke up. When she climbed out of her bed, I got another look at her cunt. Beautiful. An eighteen year old pink pussy, with short dark hairs growing around it.

Eventually, Vanessa left her room for the bathroom. I sprang into action, and jumped out of her closet then down the steps. A minute later, I was panting out of breath sitting in my car two blocks down the street. My guilt was pushed to the side, as I rubbed my still-hard cock in my messy-wet underwear, thinking to myself, that was sooo bad, but sooo worth it.

Later that night, with my erection subsided, I thought clear-headed. I hated myself and told myself never to do that again. I emailed colleagues and made in-office appointments every day in the afternoon that week, and for the next week. I also avoided Vanessa, although of course she didn't do anything wrong whatsoever. But you know how things go. I couldn't get the image out of my head, and I masturbated about a half-dozen times a day picturing what I saw. I started to fantasize about Vanessa getting fucked, wondering what she was imagining when she was fucking herself. What turned my daughter on? What horny ideas was she picturing as she brought herself to those hot climaxes?

And, I didn't forget about those papers she had stashed away. I was home alone a few mornings later, I was going into office later and later to avoid traffic. I had twenty minutes to kill, and Vanessa was at school while my bitch wife was at work already. You know, I had no business going into her room over to that nightstand. No business at all. But I still did it. Opened it right up, looked for those papers. Whew, they weren't there, she'd moved them or disgarded them.

That should have been the end of it, right? Not for Vanessa's perverted, asshole father. I started going through her other drawers. I have never been a guy to stare at a thong and get hot, but seeing those thongs in her dresser made me remember her stripping one off, and THAT got me hot. There wasn't anything overtly sexual in the other drawers, until the bottom one. It was packed with jeans and capri pants -- overpacked was the right word. Those jeans were shoved in there tight. But still, I pulled the drawer out and poked around, and sure enough I found the folded-in-half stack of printer papers buried at the bottom.

My heart thumping and my cock suddenly engorged, I didn't look at the papers as I ran into my bedroom. I pulled my pants down and jumped onto my bed, much as I had watched Vanessa do, and I read what had gotten her so hot. Talk about guilt? Make it tenfold.

These were email printouts indeed. She had a private Yahoo! account ("mysteryslut18" -- go ahead, look at it on the Internet, you'll find it, you can even fucking email her at mysteryslut18@yahoo.com), and these were emails she was exchanging. There were about ten or more of them, and my first time through, I read them all rapid-fire back and forth. Most were from males, trading sex stories of how they'd fuck each other. I took it as stuff people who meet in a chatroom or through myspace or something might do email cybersex. Nothing was incredibly personal or accurate to lead me to believe she'd actually met any of the guys. But there was an email from one girl, actually a string of them. The girl's name was "Foxannah" (oh, that's SO real), and she and Vanessa were exchanging emails about the taste of pussy. Foxannah wrote this long, descriptive passage of how she'd spread Vanessa out and lick and eat her cunt with Vanessa grabbing the girl's hair to pull her mouth deeper into her pussy, and Vanessa would cum so hard in the girl's mouth that she'd almost pass out. Fuck, I had my orgasm jerking off reading that.

The emails about guys sticking their hard cocks into her mouth, pussy and ass were really intense, because the knowledge that boys or men out in the world wanted to fuck my daughter (even if they never met her) was insanely sexy to me.

One guy wrote something that caught my eye. He had seen pictures of her, I guess, not naked ones, but something to generally know what she looked like, and he complemented that she was "fuckably cute." Hmm, I might have to agree with him about my daughter.


Daddy's Obsession Ch. 01



I had been a single man for eight years. My divorce had been messy, but after a mountain of legal costs I had finally convinced the authorities that given my ex-wife's destructive twin addictions to gambling and alcohol I should have sole custody of our only daughter, Lindsay. I had tried to shelter Lindsay, who had been ten at the time, from the fallout as my marriage disintegrated, and after her mother finally moved out she started to cling to me tightly.

Even back then Lindsay had been a beautiful young girl. Everywhere she went, people would comment on how pretty she was, and how she would 'break some hearts when she grows up'. As she grew older her natural good looks continued to blossom. Now, having just turned eighteen, she was a straight-up perfect ten knockout. I tried not to notice what a painfully sexy young woman my daughter was maturing into, but it become increasingly difficult. I found myself starting to admire her looks more and more, my gaze becoming less and less fatherly whenever she wasn't looking. Images of her started to slip into my fantasies, and before too long I decided to stop feeling guilty about it and accept it. 

Lindsay and I had always been close. I was very lucky that even at eighteen my daughter still loved to curl up with me and watch movies, play games, laugh, joke and generally hang out with her old dad. I worked out a lot and considered myself in pretty good shape for forty, with a successful career, and I had dated a few women on and off over the eight years since my divorce. But my attempt at a new romance had never gone far, and it had always been my darling daughter whose company I enjoyed the most. While she was a smart, remarkably beautiful girl, she had always seemed to remain modest. That's not to say that she wasn't proud of her brains or her gorgeous looks, but she always brushed off compliments with a modest smile and never lost her kind nature.

One warm Saturday morning, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Lindsay had come downstairs to join me for breakfast. She was wearing a white summer dress that came to mid-thigh, showing off her long slender legs. The neckline was just low enough to show a hint of cleavage from her full, incredibly perky 34d breasts, which looked even bigger in contrast to her slender body. Lindsay had been into gymnastics for years, and it showed in the graceful way she walked, the fabric of the sundress giving little teasing tosses back and forth as her well curved hips swayed hypnotically. 5'7, she was fit, flexible, and had the kind of body that would turn any man's head. Long dark, softly curled hair framed an achingly beautiful face. With pale creamy skin, a flawless complexion, soft pink cheeks and sparkling blue eyes, her youthful face looked younger than her eighteen years, in contrast to her well-developed tight but curvaceous body.

As she walked toward me where I sat at the breakfast table, I quickly ran my gaze over her, admiring my sex-bomb of a daughter, being careful to look away after a moment so as not to be obvious. "Good morning Daddy!" she greeted me, flashing a brilliant smile, full of enthusiasm on this bright summer morning. "Hey sweetheart" I smiled back, jumping up to pull out a chair for her. "Aww, always the gentleman" she smiled.

We ate breakfast together, me occasionally stealing quick glances at the cleavage between her perky jaw-dropping breasts, and admiring the way her raven curls framed her flawless doll-like face. We made small talk, then she rose from the table. 

"I'm going over to Sandy's for a few hours to hang out in her pool okay Daddy?".

"Sure honey. You girls have a fun morning. I'm gonna hang out here and get some work done. I'll catch you later".

"Eww, work on a sunny Saturday? You work too hard dad" she chastised me, leaning over to give me a playful poke in the chest where I sat, treating me to a brief look straight down her dress. My cock hardened instantly at the sight of those big firm teen tits in her lacy pink bra, and I was glad my arousal was hidden beneath the table. "I know honey, but I love my job and I want to make sure you don't have to pay a dime for college".

Lindsay gave me a grateful smile. "I know daddy. I love you".

"I love you too honey. Go have fun at Sandy's".

A few minutes later Lindsay had left, leaving me home alone. I couldn't shake the image of those full creamy tits in that lace trimmed bra, so the moment I heard Lindsay's car pull out of the drive way, I went straight to my study. I pulled down my pants, and sat at my laptop. I opened an encrypted folder that I called 'work stuff', but which really contained dozens of photos of my darling daughter. Some were pulled from her facebook, some from vacation photos, but all had one thing in common – they showed off the stunning teen at her most sexy.

Wrapping a hand around my thick, eager erection, I started to click through the photos, stroking myself slowly. Here was one of Lindsay laying by a pool in a two piece bikini. I stared at her smooth flat abs, the way her dark curls spilled out to frame her gorgeous face, the swell of her D cup breasts. A click of the mouse and the photo was replaced by one of her in her body-hugging gymnastics one-piece. She was posing on the gym mat with one long leg straight up. I moaned in lust, my cock throbbing. 'God, she is so flexible" I thought, enjoying the way her chest strained against the tight fabric of the leotard.

I was still stroking my iron hard cock over my collection of Lindsay photos a few minutes later when she came back. I wasn't expected her back for hours, let alone minutes, and with my mind clouded with lust, I hadn't heard her car pull back into the driveway. Nor did I hear her come back into the house, looking for her misplaced cell phone. In fact I didn't hear her until she was standing in the doorway of my study, watching from the side as I slowly rubbed myself over photos of her. "Hey Daddy, I....oh god. Dad!".

I have never jumped so high in my life. I leapt up, simultaneous trying to pull up the pants that were around my ankles and close the images on the screen, blurting "Lindsay, I thought you were...oh shit, baby, I'm sorry". Heart pounding, it felt like it took an eternity to close the screen and pull up my pants, and of course it was too late. I was busted, and at that moment all I could think was 'my life is ruined'.

Our eyes met for a moment, mine filled with shame and fear at her reaction, hers wide with astonishment. Then without a word she pivoted, strode down the hall to her bedroom, and closed the door behind her.

For a minute I just stood there, heart going a mile-a-minute, wondering if I had just irrevocably ruined my relationship with my only daughter. I walked slowly to her door, hesitated a moment, then knocked. "Lindsay, honey, I am so sorry. I thought you were out. I....I'm sorry. You must really hate me.".

There was a brief moment of silence, then her door opened. She stood there in her sundress, and I was surprised to see that her eyes were neither wet with tears nor hot with anger. She had the same loving expression she always gave me. "It's okay daddy. I just wasn't expecting to see....that". She giggled softly. "That was a photo of me you were looking at". She said it so matter-of-factly, letting the words hang there, waiting for my response.

I hung my head, unable to meet her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I know that was a terrible thing I just did, but you are so beautiful. I'm your dad and I shouldn't notice you like that, but I couldn't help it. I don't expect you to forgive me."

"It's okay, come in for a sec" she said as she took a seat on her bed. I slumped in the chair by her dresser, and despite my feeling of guilt I still couldn't help noticing how the hem of her dress had hiked up a little as she sat on the bed, exposing a good portion of her firm thighs.

I started to speak again, to confess my shame and beg forgiveness, but she immediately cut me off.

"Ssssh. It's okay" she cooed. "I need to tell you something". She still did not sound mad or upset, and I felt myself relax just a tiny bit.

"I've seen the way you've been looking at me lately daddy. You think you're being subtle, but I'm used to that look from guys and you're really not as subtle as you think". She gave a little laugh, shaking her head, her long dark hair swaying. "But it's okay. I know you've been single a long time and you have...needs. I...". She hesitated a few seconds, her eyes searching mine, then pressed on "I kinda like it. That you look at me that way. It's...flattering, knowing even my handsome dad can't help noticing me in that way. I mean, it's not like you're trying to touch me or anything."

"Oh honey I would never do that!"

She smiled at me affectionately. "I know daddy, and I feel so safe with you. Which is why I really don't mind if you like to look at me. So long as it's just looking, it's okay. And you don't have to hide it anymore. It kinda turns me on having my handsome daddy's eyes on me, and when I just saw what you were doing....after I got over my shock I thought it was pretty hot! How long have you been looking at me while you, you know, take care of yourself".

I stared at her in disbelief. "Um...since your eighteen birthday. You're not mad or anything?"

"I already told you I'm okay, silly" she laughed. "I know we can't, like, do anything, but when it's just the two of us you can admire me all you like!"

I didn't know what to say. Part of me was still recovering from the shame and shock, and part of me was getting horny again as I processed what she was saying. While I tried to gather my thoughts and reply, Lindsay lay back on her bed, head propped up on her pillow, and let the hem of her dress hike up even more. Now her long smooth legs were on display all the way up to the tops of her toned thighs, her panties barely covered by an inch of fabric. She reached up to her dress straps and slipped them down her arms slowly.

"Jesus, what are you doing sweetie?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away as my daughter continued to reveal more of her sexy young body.

"I told you it's okay for you to look now. And I know I interrupted you before you could, you know, finish what you were doing". She had a mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes now as she pulled her dress down enough to completely bare her pink lace-trimmed bra. Pushed together by the bra, her breasts looked amazing, so big compared to her slim young body. "Why don't you take it back out and finish what you started? I'll just lay here and you can think of me like one of the girls in your men's magazines". She gave a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me.

"Lindsay, I...we shouldn't..."

"Ssssh, it's okay. Your eyes are already all over me. Please...it's okay, take care of yourself, I want you too". Her voice was so soft, so soothing and encouraging. My cock got even harder.

She was right, my eyes were all over her, and the tent in my pants was obvious. Feeling like I was dreaming, I stood up beside her bed, looking down at her where she lay, and slowly pulled my cock from the tight confines of my pants.

She gave a little whimper of lust, biting her lower lip as it came into view. She only got a brief look earlier, but now her pretty blue eyes were entranced by the size of my cock. I felt an absurd swell of pride at my daughter's reaction to what I knew was an impressive sized member.

"Ooh, he looks happy to see me" she cooed, running her well-manicured hands over the top of her bra-covered breasts. 

"Oh sweetie, you're so beautiful and sexy" I moaned, slowly stroking my cock. My heart was racing again, and I knew I had to go slow or I'd explode fast from the thrill of this new, taboo situation.

Lindsay ran her hands over her smooth stomach, gripping the top of her dress, raising her flexible body off the bed so that she could slide the dress over her curvy hips, and down her long legs. The sight of her with her back arched, her matching lace trimmed pink panties coming into view, make me moan in lust. She raised both legs up perfectly straight in the air for a moment, the fabric of her panties pulling tight over her pussy lips, pulled the dress over her ankles, and tossed it aside with a giggle.

"Mmm, that's it daddy, stroke that big beautiful cock over me" she encouraged, her voice husky, her eyes locked on my hand as I slid it up and down my thick cock. She lowered her legs, parting them slightly, caressing her inner thighs as I watched. "Tell me I'm beautiful" she whispered, looking lovingly up into my eyes. I couldn't believe what was coming from my sweet daughter's hot mouth. She was normally so modest about her stunning looks.

"You're the prettiest girl I have ever seen honey" I said truthfully, pulling my eyes from her underwear-clad body to meet her gaze.

She licked her lips slowly. "Do you like to imagine me on my knees daddy?" she teased, "with my lips around that big cock?".

"Oh honey, yes. God help me, yes, I do. I know it can't happen, but I think about it."

"Do you wish you could slide that monster into my tight young body daddy?". She ran her fingertips over her panties, briefly teasing her pussy through the dampening fabric.

My hand quickened it's pace on my cock, waves of pleasure burning through me, getting closer and closer to the edge. "Yes. Daddy has such naughty thoughts about you baby. I can't stop. I can't help it".

"I know daddy" she soothed, continuing to caress herself all over. "You don't have to stop".

"Baby...take off your bra" I pleased, my voice edged with barely contained lust. "Let me see those beautiful breasts".

"Not this time daddy" she grinned. "Maybe I'll let you see more later, if you promise to keep admiring me, but for now this is all you get to see".

I started to go slower on my cock, knowing I was on the edge, but Lindsay shook her head "don't slow down daddy, jerk it hard for me. You need release. Stare at me like one of the models in your magazines and cum hard for me!".

She was crunching her thighs together now, obviously turned on by the power she was having over me. I stepped right up to the bed, eyes all over her bra, her abs, her legs, her panty covered crotch, her pretty face. I was looking at my daughter like she was a perfect-ten glamour model sex object, and I was seconds from cumming, my heavy cum-loaded balls tightening. The little sex-kitten was clearly loving her role as an irresistible tease for her horny father..

"Do it you handsome daddy" she moaned, "cum all over my tummy!". She was squirming more and more on the bed, her voice getting huskier, desperate to see her handsome hung daddy explode from his lust for her.

Furiously pumping my cock, I pointed it at her slim bare tummy. "God you sexy little bitch, daddy's gonna cum so hard!".

"Do it! Show me how hot I make you!" she cried, and with a long moan of pleasure I came, my cock pulsing hard over and over, rope after rope of thick white cum shooting out to splash onto my stunning girl's smooth abs. 

"Oh wow, so much cum daddy" she giggled as my cock kept throbbing, shooting the biggest load of my life over my teasing little nymph daughter's body. Finally, after an enormous wave of pleasure, I signed and stepped back, feeling completely sated. Lindsay lay there smiling, rubbing the sticky mess into her stomach in circles. "Mmm, that was so hot daddy".

"Jesus baby, I can't believe I just did that. I've never cum so hard in my life".

"So long as we keep it a secret, I can help you get off like this a lot more. I really want to make my handsome daddy happy! But now I think I need to go shower" she laughed. "I'm kind of a mess".

I slumped into her chair, satisfied, confused, my mind racing, and thought back on what had just happened while she took a shower and cleaned up. I was just trying to decide if I should tell her we had gone too far, and this shouldn't happen again, when she came out of the bathroom, fully dressed again, rose up on tiptoes to kiss my cheek, and said "I found my phone so I'm going back out again to see Sandy. Have a good morning daddy". Then she walked out of the house without another word, as if everything was normal.

I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon horny from the memory of what had just happened, and how irresistible my teasing daughter had looked laying on her bed in her bra and panties, encouraging me to bathe her perfect body in cum. I prayed things wouldn't turn weird between us now, and I still wasn't sure if this morning had been the start of something amazing or a huge risk doomed to disaster, but Lindsay had certainly not taken it badly! I was a very lucky guy.

As I waited for her to come home I tried to put my mind on my work, but I couldn't switch gears and found it impossible to concentrate. Instead I paced back and forth through the house, hoping to god that Lindsay wouldn't suddenly come to her senses and denounce her father as a pervert, or tell someone else about what had happened. But she couldn't, could she? Not now, not after she had encouraged and teased me.

It was late afternoon when she came back from her best friend Sandy's house, and I was sitting on the couch channel surfing. Her hair was wet from swimming, and droplets of water ran down her neck and soaked into her sundress. She greeted me cheerfully as she walked in, tossing her purse and phone onto the table and then dropping onto the couch. "Hey daddy, watcha watching?".

"Just channel surfing. How was your day?"

"A lot of fun. Sandy and I went out for milkshakes, did a little shopping, then hung out in her parent's pool and listened to music. It was a nice lazy day".

I felt myself relaxing. There was no sign of tension between us, or any sign of anything unusual at all. It was as if the morning had been a hot but bizarre sex dream.

We spent the rest of the day together watching a movie, playing cards, reminiscing about the vacations we had taken together. At no point did she bring up what had happened, and I was too nervous to. It was well into the evening, and we were sitting on opposite ends of the couch watching random music videos on cable, when a Katy Perry video came on. I can't claim to be a fan of her music, but I was enjoying the view as Katy strut around in a skin-tight latex dress, dripping cleavage, then laying naked on a cloud in a slutty pink wig, breasts barely concealed. I shifted a little on the couch, feeling my cock harden slightly as I watched the hot slutty pop star sing 'California Gurls' on the TV. Lindsay was beside me singing along to the song in her sweet voice, but as soon as I shifted uncomfortably she rose from the couch with a 'be right back'.

I had figured she had just gone to the bathroom, so it came as a complete shock when a few minutes later my sexy teenage daughter strode confidently into the living room and nearly stopped my heart. Black high heels and thigh high lace stockings accentuated her long slender legs. A matching black-lace push up bra made her already generous tits jutt up and out and demand attention. A semi-transparent black semi-thong covered her smoothly shaved pussy. An elegant pearl necklace (a gift from her late grandmother) hung around her slender neck, just above her incredible cleavage, completing the sexy ensemble. She looked like every man's perfect eighteen year old wet dream come true. My cock was rock hard in seconds, and I licked my dry lips in nervous excitement. "Holy crap honey, you look amazing".

Even in those high heels she walked with a dancer's grace, standing close before me. I sat gazing up at the sexy vision of perfection – a sight to make any red blooded man wild with lust, a tight bodied teen sex bomb in lingerie designed to make a man's cock harder than steel.

"Do you like my outfit daddy? I picked it out this morning, just for you. I told Sandy I had a new boyfriend and it was for him" she laughed. "But it's all for you. I hope you like what you see. I know Katy Perry was turning you on but you have your own live-in fantasy right here!" she giggled.




Daddy's Obsession Ch. 01



"Right now you are the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life sweetheart". My jeans were feeling several sizes too small, my cock straining to be free.

"No other man has ever even seen me like this daddy. I'm still a virgin. Well, sort of...I took my own cherry with some toys a couple of years ago, and I've had them inside me over and over again, but I've never been with a man". 

"Oh god honey, don't talk about that, it's turning me on so much.".

"Don't talk about what daddy?" she grinned, standing with her long stocking-clad legs a foot apart, the hottest little teen tease I had ever seen. "About how I can't stop touching myself. About how sometimes my fingers aren't enough, and I have to spread my legs and slide a big, thick hard rubber cock into my tight wet cunt, and fuck myself silly with it!"

Hearing my sweet daughter talking like a horny little slut was driving me crazy. I started to rise from the couch, reaching out for her, but she put both hands on my broad chest and shoved me back down, wagging her finger. "Uh uh daddy, no touching, okay? It wouldn't be right. But you can look at me all you like". 

With that, she slowly pivoted on her heels, turning to give me a view of her killer ass. Her butt was a ripe peach, incredibly tight from years of gymnastics, the semi-thong panties barely covering half of those firm cheeks. It was all I could do to resist grabbing hold of that amazing ass where it lay right in front of me, just above those gorgeous stocking-clad legs.

She bent over slowly, sliding her legs further apart as she did so, until her head was so low that her raven hair trailed the ground, and her legs were several feet apart. I had the perfect view of her ass, and beautiful pussy lips just visible through the thin fabric of her panties. She twisted her flexible body so that she could gaze back at me over her shoulder, watching me enjoy the view. 

"Why don't you free that big cock of yours?". I happily obliged. I still could hardly believe this was happening, but I wasn't going to waste any more time thinking about it when I had such a hot lingerie-clad eighteen year old ass right in front of my face. I pulled my dick free as I admired my daughter's statuesque body from behind. Pre-cum was already dripping from my tip.

"See, isn't that better?" she soothed as my cock sprang up in my lap, then she backed up, lowering her ass slowly until it came to rest on top of my straining erection.

"Just remember Daddy, no touching. I am your daughter after all" she giggled. Knees bent, thighs spread wide, with her back to me, my smoking hot little cock-teasing babygirl started to grind her firm perfectly round ass up and down my cock. The soft fabric of her black panties felt amazing rubbing all over my dick, and I felt myself raising my hips, lightly humping the tight space between those firm ass cheeks.

It didn't take long with my horny little daughter grinding her ass all over my lap before I was breathing harder, well on my way to what I was sure would be a huge orgasm. Lindsay rose to her feet, and twisted around to face me. My eyes went straight to her magnificent tits, pushing against the confines of her bra.

Lindsay's eyes went to my throbbing cock, then she noticed where I was staring. "Mmm, do you like my tits daddy? Do you want to see them?"

"Hell yes I want to see them you sexy little bitch". I was getting more confident now that it was clear this morning was not just a one-time thing.

"Oooh, I love it when you call me names you handsome perv".

"Show daddy those big tits you little tease". My cock stood straight up out of my jeans, aching for more attention.

"All of the guys at school stare at me, and I know they all want to fuck me. I let them look, but I haven't let any of them touch. It turns me on imagining them all going home and jerking off thinking about me. They get so frustrated! Even the teachers want me daddy. I know I'm hot. Yesterday in Math class Mr Andrews couldn't keep his pervy old eyes off my chest" she giggled. "But I love it when my handsome daddy looks at me like I'm his hot little pin-up girl".

Lindsay reached back, slowly unclasping the bra. She hooked the straps on her thumbs and began to pull the bra down. She stopped for a moment with her nipples barely covered, teasing me just a few more seconds, then let the bra fall to the floor.

I practically growled with lust at my first sight of my daughter's full breasts. They were perfect; natural and perky with big hard nipples that I immediately wanted to suck on. She made a show of caressing them, lifting them up, pushing them together, leaning over to show off her cleavage as I slowly jerked my cock.

"Do you like my titties daddy?" she teased. "Do they make your cock happy?".

"They're perfect, babygirl".

She was standing just inches from where I sat rubbing myself, mesmerized by her body, covered only by panties, heels and stockings now. She leaned toward me, closer and closer, slipping down my body until she was half kneeling, half laying against my lap, bending her 'no touching' rule. Her D cup breasts came to rest on top of my cock, and she gave them a little jiggle until my aching erection slipped in between those soft globes. Her face was inches from mine, looking up at me with big submissive eyes. Her soft young lips were so close, and I ached to lean down and kiss her, but she was setting the rules here and hadn't given me permission to kiss her. Her tits felt amazing enveloping my cock. Lindsay pushed them together with both hands, trapping me in that deep warm cleavage. The sight of her beautiful face looking up at me, and the creamy flesh of her breasts around my cock, was too much to bare. "Fuck...Lindsay, baby, you're making me so horny".

She started to slide her body up and down, working my cock in and out of her cleavage, keeping her tits pressed together the whole time. It felt amazing, the head of my cock disappearing into that soft valley and reappearing as the little nymph titty-fucked her horny daddy.

I started to buck my hips a little, fucking her tits, getting closer and closer to the point of no return. "Mmm, that big thing feels sooo hard, you must be really turned on" she cooed.

"Keep doing that and daddy's gonna cum baby".

She started to go faster, keeping those lusty eyes on mine. "Fuck my tits daddy. I want you to cum so hard".

Each stroke of my cock between her tits felt better than the last, just enough friction to build with slow sweet agony toward a huge orgasm. When it finally hit I felt it all the way to my toes. "Ugh, I'm cumming so hard you sexy bitch" I growled as the first jet of cum shot up all over her pretty face. She moaned in lust as my sperm splashed her youthful face, and kept on rubbing her tits up and down me as the rest of my load shot all over her slim neck and dripped down over her necklace and big tits. My cock and her cleavage were a sticky mess, and she kept tit-fucking me until I couldn't take any more, shuddering from the sensations.

When my balls were completely drained all over my sexy daughter's beautiful face and amazing boobs, she rose to her feet, and stood before me rubbing my big thick load into her heaving breasts. The sight of her standing there, a trail of my cum dripping off her doll's face and over her boobs was so erotic it will be burned into my memory forever.

"That was so much fun!" she laughed. "God daddy, I got so horny my panties are soaked. I'm gonna go clean up."

She turned and left, and I didn't see her for another hour, although it was clear from the soft moans and whimpers coming from her room shortly after that she was fingering herself silly. I had visions of going into her room, catching her with her hand between her thighs, and fucking her hot little brains out until she soaked my cock, but I resisted. I was spent from the amazing orgasm she had just given me, and marching into her room to fuck her would definitely be against the rules. Besides, she was my daughter, and that was still a line I couldn't cross.

Instead I took a shower, relaxed on the couch, and pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My perfect ten baby girl really was becoming my live-in fantasy.

* * *

The next morning I had to get up at 6am to drive to the airport. I was attending a work conference out of town for five days, and had to get on the road early to be sure of catching my flight in time. I had planned to get ready quietly so that I wouldn't wake Lindsay. I knew she liked to sleep in on Sunday and didn't want to wake her. So when I crept downstairs with my suitcase in hand, ready to go, I was surprised to find my daughter up and awake. I was even more surprised to find her standing at the foot of the stairs looking up at me wearing nothing but yellow cotton bra and panties. "Hey daddy, good morning! I know you're going away 'til Friday and wanted to see you off".

"Hey babygirl. Wow, this is a great last view to remember before I leave for the airport!". I ran my eyes all over her flexible body. Her long brunette hair was a little messy from just getting out of bed, but she still looked fantastic, and I felt myself getting hard fast at this unexpected sight of smooth toned teen flesh. 

Lindsay was standing right at the base of the stairs blocking my path so I stopped at the third step, and took a moment to admire the view.

"I was thinking maybe you might want to get some release one last time before you leave, since you'll be alone in your hotel room 'til Friday" she smiled. "I know you have a flight to catch, but do you have time to admire your daughter and take care of that beautiful cock?". She looked up at my hopefully, wearing a naughty smile.

"Damn sweetie you are going to drive me crazy" I moaned, already dropping my case and pulling my cock free. From where I was standing on the third step my cock was right at the level of her face. I started to stroke it slowly as I told her how sexy she looked, but she reached up and pulled my hand away. "Why don't you just admire me daddy, and let me take care of that?". Lindsay wrapped her soft hand around my thick shaft, and started to slowly stroke me up and down. The sight of my daughter's pink nail-polished fingers around my cock made me even harder, welling in her warm hand, but my eyes quickly went back to the pretty face inches from my cock, and the full bra-covered tits beneath.

"Is this better than stroking over photos of me?" she giggled, gripping my cock lightly, pumping her hand up and down my length while I stared at her like she was a glamour model. 

"So much better baby. It feels so good. I get so hard looking at your beautiful face".

Lindsay started to jerk me harder and faster, a little moan escaping from her lips. "You don't ever have to get off over your computer screen again daddy. I'll always pose for you. You can give me all your cum".

My cock throbbed in her hand at her words, and sensing I was getting close the naughty teen started jacking me hard, licking her lips and staring at my cock with excited anticipation. "Mmm you're so hard daddy, are you gonna cum all over my face? Do it...god daddy, I can't wait to see this big thing blow! Please...cum for me. Cum so hard daddy, show me how sexy I am...show me what I do to you...cum in my face". She was moaning as she jerked me faster and faster, from base to tip, her hand becoming a blur as I lost control. Eyes fixed on her excited face, my cock pulsed hard between her fingers as I sprayed warm white cum all over cheeks, her lips, her chin. She gave a girly laugh of delight as I bathed her face in cum, opening her mouth so that some of my load splashed onto her quivering tongue, still jerking me furiously until she milked the last drop of cum from her daddy's balls.

"Mmm what a mess" she giggled. She reached up to wipe the cum from her face, then made a naughty show of sucking it off her long slender fingers. My cock, now semi-hard, threatened to rise again at the sight of my stunning eighteen year old daughter scooping her daddy's cum from her lovely face and sucking it into her eager mouth. 

I felt myself getting hard again, and wanted nothing more than to play with my sexy babygirl some more, but the sensible part of my brain knew I had a plane to catch. I tucked my cock back into my pants and Lindsay stepped back to let me walk down the last few steps. "Mmm daddy, your cum tastes so good. Did you like cumming in my face more than into your hand looking at my photos?" she teased.

"Honey that was amazing. I hate that I have to leave for five days".

Lindsay stepped up close again, slipping her slim arms around my neck and rising up on tip toes. Her face was clean now, but I could smell my cum on her lips. I reached around and gave her tight ass a squeeze. 

"I'll miss you" she smiled, then pressed her lips to mine.

I had kissed my daughter before over the years in a fatherly way, but never like this. Her soft lips pressed against mine, parting slightly as she moaned into my mouth. I pulled her firm teen body tight against mine as we kissed, kneading her firm asscheeks in my strong hands, our lips slowly parting until she was slipping her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the faint metallic note of cum on her tongue, and knowing it was mine made me practically growl into her mouth with lust, my cock fully hard again. Our tongues swirled together, both of us moaning, her hands caressing my strong arms, then running down my back to dig her fingers into my firm butt. I ran my hands through her hair, gripping it tight and pulling her head into mine, kissing her harder, wanting her so bad I could hardly stand it. I was so horny for her right then. If it wasn't for the fact that I had just cum all over her face, I would not have been able to resist ripping her underwear off and fucking her at the foot of the stairs.

We made out until we were both breathing hard with lust. Finally our lips parted slowly, and she gave a little shiver and sighed. "You better go daddy, or you'll miss your flight. Miss me". She smiled sweetly, then stepped aside. 

"I always miss you when I go away for work. Now I'm REALLY going to miss you. I love you sweetheart".

I picked up my suitcase, took one long last look at her incredible body, and started toward the door. "Have fun with Sandy, but don't party too hard while I'm gone" I teased, knowing she had arranged for her best friend to sleep over for the first few days while I'm away.

To be continued...

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If people enjoy this, I'll get started on part 2 =)



Daddy's Obsession Ch. 02



I spent my drive to the airport, and subsequent flight to Atlanta, on an emotional rollercoaster. I was reliving the last twenty-four hours in my head, getting aroused at the memory of my sexy eighteen year old daughter teasing me, encouraging me to jerk off over her stunning body. I was imagining what new games we would play once I returned from my trip, knowing that Lindsay had given me permission to make her the object of my fantasies. On the plane I'd shift uncomfortably in my seat as my cock hardened from the thought of getting to admire my beautiful daughter openly, and all of the ways she might tease me. But now that I was away from her, and thinking with a slightly clearer head, I was also worried. What if someone caught us? We would have to be very careful - set some ground rules. What if Lindsay decided to tell one of her friends? Surely she wouldn't do that, but could I be certain? She was only eighteen after all. 

I couldn't believe how confident she had been; clearly enjoying the power she had over her horny dad as she'd used her firm virgin body to coax me to three powerful orgasms. My sex-kitten daughter was a natural born tease – she knew what she had, and she had known how to flaunt it to drive her dad crazy.

At least we hadn't actually slept together, I told myself. Sure I had gone way over the line of what a father should do with his daughter; hell, I'd crossed that line the moment I started jerking off over her photos. But for all her teasing, we hadn't had sex. We hadn't really committed incest. As badly as I wanted to feel myself buried deep inside my darling daughter, that was a line I knew could never be crossed. 

Once I reached Atlanta I figured I'd be pretty busy with work, leaving little time to dwell on Lindsay. I was attending a five day conference with a packed schedule full of seminars, networking and trade shows. At first I had trouble focusing through the sessions, my mind still preoccupied with fantasies of Lindsay's body, and fears of the consequences of what we'd started. But by the end of the first day I managed to sink myself into my work. My employer had paid a lot of money to send me to this thing, and I needed to concentrate.

I sent Lindsay a text to let her know I had arrived safely and that I missed her. She was on summer break, and I knew that she had arranged for her best friend, Sandy, to stay over for the first three days, so I purposefully didn't call her. I wanted the girls to have fun without them feeling like I was checking up on them. 

For one of the training sessions on Tuesday, the conference organizers split the attendees into pairs. I was paired with a Marketing Consultant named Beth, who I soon learned was from Maryland like me, and also like me was a divorcee. We both thought the role-play assignment we'd been given was silly, and soon the two of us were hitting it off, cracking jokes and acting the fool whenever the organizers weren't paying attention. I guessed Beth was close to my age, quite attractive, with long blonde hair and a pretty nice figure judging by the way her tight skirt and blouse clung to her body. I'd been out of the game a little while, but I began to sense that she was flirting with me, and my suspicions were confirmed when she asked if I wanted to join her for a few drinks at the hotel bar once the day's sessions were over. 

Now if this had happened to me a week ago, I would have jumped at the chance. I hadn't been with a woman in some time, and Beth seemed very promising; funny, intelligent, attractive, with a good career. So I was surprised to find myself politely declining her offer. I knew this was crazy – at my age, forty-two, divorced with a teen daughter, you only get so many opportunities. But the truth is, having this pretty forty-something lady flirting with me just made me miss my nubile teen daughter. Compared to my stunning baby girl, who I was closer to than anyone in the world, Beth just couldn't compete. No-one could. The intensity of my feelings for my daughter clouded everything else. I knew if I started dating another woman, Lindsay might put a stop to what she had just started. I didn't want to make my angel jealous, and I certainly didn't want to put a quick end to this new sexy aspect of our wonderful relationship.

I made some lame excuse to Beth about how I travelled too much with work and wasn't looking to date right now. She saw right through it of course, and I could tell she was hurt from the rejection, but she did her best not to show it. Thankfully she didn't push the issue, instead choosing to avoid me for the rest of the week.

The last item on my work agenda for Tuesday was a particularly boring lecture on project management by some over-the-hill professor with zero charisma. Consequently my mind soon wandered. As I sat there listening to the speaker drone through his slide show, I pictured my intoxicating daughter, remembering the way she looked that Saturday morning in the kitchen in her white summer dress. I imagined walking over to her, pulling her into my arms, kissing her passionately as we embraced. I thought about my lips kissing their way down her slender neck, hearing her purr in my ear as I run my hands down her back, caressing the perfect curve of her tight peach of an ass. I imagined slipping my hands lower, down her firm young thighs, gripping the hem of her dress and hiking it up. I pictured her giving me an encouraging smile as I slipped the dress over her head and tossed it aside. Her small hands fumbling at my belt, pulling it free as we kissed passionately, the sunlight from the window bathing her stunning underwear-clad body in golden light.

I was so lost in this fantasy that at first I didn't hear the lecturer addressing me. It took a nudge from the gentleman sitting beside me to snap me out of my lust-induced haze. "Um, sorry. Can you repeat that?" I stammered, feeling like a naughty schoolboy who had been caught daydreaming in class.

"I asked if you could give us an example of a time when you or someone you know ended up in a difficult situation due to a lack of planning" the speaker repeated, sounding a little exasperated.

My immediate thought was "I didn't plan on the possibility of my darling daughter catching me jerking off over her photos, or I would have closed the door", but instead I gave some vague reply about budget forecasts and he moved the spotlight over to someone else.

I tried to pay attention after that, but again my thoughts drifted to Lindsay, and by the end of the lecture I had to use my notepad to cover a serious bulge in my pants as I fantasized about making love to my stunning daughter on the kitchen table, listening to her cries of pleasure as she takes her daddy's cock deep inside her.

When the lecture finally came to a close, a few guys invited me out for drinks, no doubt wanting to swap business cards and do some networking. Feeling hornier than I could stand, I politely declined, claiming I had to go back to my room and 'catch up on some emails'. Instead, the moment my hotel room door closed behind me, I was pulling off my suit, throwing my jacket over the chair, discarding my clothes in a pile on my bed and heading straight for the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over me, I leaned back against the shower wall, wrapping my fist around my throbbing erection. I remembered how beautiful Lindsay had looked kneeling before me in her lingerie two nights ago, her pale, perky breasts enveloping my cock, gazing up at me with those big pretty blue eyes and that brilliant smile as she enthusiastically titty-fucked her daddy. My cock pulsed at the memory of seeing my thick cum dripping from her flushed, excited face, pooling in her generous cleavage. That image was too much; moaning her name, I pumped my cock hard, cumming all over the shower wall.

By the time I was drying off I was already hard again. I felt like a damn teenager, my hormones out of control, unbearably horny and unable to shake the thoughts of my sweet daughter. I decided to hit the hotel gym, working out aggressively. I took out my frustration on the equipment, running the treadmill until I was soaked in sweat, then hitting the bench press. I was starting to feel self-conscious, wanting to stay in shape for my extremely fit gymnast daughter. I also knew that in my current mood, if I didn't exhaust myself there was no way I'd be able to rest tonight.

When I got back to my room I saw that I had a text message from Lindsay; 'Miss u daddy. Hope ur having a good time in Atlanta. Maybe we can chat tomorrow nite? x X x'

I replied immediately. 'Can't wait to talk tomorrow baby. Miss you too!'.

I slipped into a bathrobe, tossed my phone onto the hotel bed, and then collapsed beside it. I could tell that in my frustration I had overdone it at the gym; I'd be sore in the morning. 

I reached for the TV remote, hoping to find a movie that would suck me in and take my horny mind off my daughter, but before I could hit the power button my phone buzzed.

A message from Lindsay: 'Wish I was with u tonight. A taste of what ur missing!'. 

Beneath the text, there was a shot of her holding up her cellphone, posing in front of the bathroom mirror. I moaned in lust as my eyes drank in the delicious sight. Lindsay was standing side-on to the camera, her flexible body twisted at the hips to offer a view of her amazing rear, in tight fitting pink lacy boyshorts that left the bottom half of those tight asscheeks bare. She had ironed her dark silky hair perfectly straight, and it fell down her back all the way to her narrow waist. One arm was folded across her chest, trying in vain to playfully cover her large naked breasts, and her pouty lips were blowing a teasing kiss at the camera. On the top of the mirror she had written in ruby red lipstick 'Daddy's Girl'.

My cock stirred the moment the image appeared. Opening my robe, I held the phone in one hand, reaching for my cock with the other. She must have taken the photo while her friend Sandy was at the house, which I found both exciting and nerve-wracking. The thought of her slipping into the bathroom while her friend was in the house, with the sole purpose of sending her horny daddy a teasing photo, was deliciously taboo. I stroked myself to one more orgasm as I admired the naughty photo. Then I cleaned up, closed my eyes, and drifted into a restless sleep.

I awoke the next morning from a nightmare in which my ex-wife came home and walked into what used to be 'our' bedroom to find me on top of Lindsay, my ass clenching with each thrust between our sexy daughter's wide-spread legs.

"Jason! What the hell?" she screamed in the dream, and I sat up with a start, heart pounding, erection painfully hard and close to the edge. The dream had left me both turned on and shaken.

I took a cold shower, determined to make it through one day of the seminar with a cool head. The day dragged slowly though, each session feeling longer than the last as I grew more and more impatient to call my daughter.

When the end of the day finally came, I didn't waste any time. Hurrying up to my room, I quickly locked the door and immediately hit speed dial, eager to hear my daughter's voice.

She answered on the third ring, her soft voice music in my ears. "Hey daddy! How is your conference going?". 

"Hey sweetie. Oh it's fine, you know, boring work stuff. They're keeping us busy."

"I hope you're having some fun?"

"Well, yesterday they paired us up to do some lame roleplay exercise, and I think the woman they paired me with was trying to hit on me" I replied with a nervous laugh.

Shit. The moment those words left my mouth I regretted them. I was closer to Lindsay than anyone, and I was used to telling her everything, but things were different now. I couldn't believe I had blurted about another woman trying to flirt with me.

"Oh". Her voice had changed from excited to frosty, just like that. "Was she pretty? Did you flirt back?".

"I didn't flirt back sweetie. She wasn't nearly as pretty as my gorgeous baby-girl. Honestly I was missing you so bad I had trouble concentrating on anything else all week".

"Good" she replied, " 'cause I've missed you too, and I would have been kinda jealous if someone else was dating my handsome daddy tonight".

"I only want to be with you angel. Did you and Sandy have fun the last few days?" I asked, wanting to steer the subject away from flirtatious Beth.

"Yeah, kinda. She just left an hour ago". There was a tense edge to her voice as she said it.

"Honey, what's wrong? Did you girls fight?".

She paused for a moment, then quietly confessed "Well, um, Sandy kinda made me jealous too".

"She did? What do you mean?"

She sighed, and I heard her bed creak as she shifted position. "She was looking through that photo album on the coffee table. You know, the one from our trip to the Bahamas last year".

"Yeah, I know the one" I replied. I knew it well, having scanned in several shots of Lindsay in her bikini for my private enjoyment.

"Well, she kept on checking you out and saying 'you know, your dad is kind of hot for an older guy', and 'how come your dad is still single?' ".

Lindsay didn't sound her usual confident self, heisting for another moment before pressing on,

"I told her to cut it out, but she wouldn't quit teasing me. I think she was just pissed because I won't tell her who my new 'boyfriend' is. She kept saying how she'd totally go for a guy like you, and asking if I thought you'd be into younger girls. I know she was just trying to get a rise out of me but I got so jealous daddy. I kept thinking about how pretty she is, and how you could do things with her you could never do with me". There was a slight tremble in her voice now. I wanted so bad to hold her, but she was hundreds of miles away.

"Oh baby, don't be jealous, I've never looked at Sandy like I look at you". That was a half-truth. I pictured my daughter's best friend. A petite blonde cheerleader with a slim tanned figure, I had certainly stolen a glance or two at that hot little body when she'd come to visit, as Lindsay probably knew. I didn't mind knowing that Sandy thought I was 'hot for an older guy', but the truth is she still didn't compare to my perfect-ten daughter.

"I told her she was being a bitch, and she kinda stormed out".

"She'll get over it honey. It's not the first time you two have had a little falling out".

"I know. To be honest, that's not really what's bothering me the most..."

"What is it babygirl? Tell me?"

"I just...I really miss you. And...and I'm so horny daddy". God, her sweet young voice sounded so husky and desperate as she said it.

"Oh baby, I've been so horny too. I miss you so much. I hate being away from you".

"Did you get my photo?" she asked. I could hear the anticipation in her voice. An eagerness to hear what I thought of the teasing shot.

"I did sweetheart. You looked incredible. You're so damned sexy, you drive daddy crazy".

"Did it...you know, make you hard?" she asked sweetly.

"Are you kidding? I was rock hard the moment I saw you in that naughty pose. I'm hard right now just listening to your sexy voice".

"Mmm. I wish I was there daddy. I loved watching you get hard for me. I want to get you so horny you can't stand it!".

I was rubbing the thickness of my cock through my slacks now, closing my eyes and concentrating on Lindsay's voice.

"I wish you were here too baby-girl".

"I want to kiss you so bad right now. Can I admit something to you?"

"You can tell me anything honey".

"I couldn't sleep last night. I was laying in bed next to Sandy, and I kept thinking about kissing you, feeling your tongue in my mouth. I got so horny daddy", she whimpered, "I tried crunching my thighs together but it wouldn't stop".

"Go on..." I whispered, giving my cock a squeeze through the confines of my pants.

"I couldn't help it daddy. Sandy was sleeping right next to me, but I was so horny I had to touch myself. I slipped my hand between my legs, and god I was so wet I shocked myself. It was all over my thighs daddy. You should have felt it. I wanted you so bad".

"I touched myself thinking of you last night too" I confessed. 'That photo really turned me on"

"I tried so hard to be quiet" she whispered, "but I kept whimpering 'daddy'. I couldn't help it. Sandy started stirring next to me and I was scared she'd wake up and catch me, you know, rubbing myself. So I quietly crept out to the bathroom, and took one of my toys with me"

"That's so hot baby. Keep going...tell me about your toy" I said breathlessly, unzipping my pants and reaching in.

"I...I'm kinda embarrassed all of a sudden"

"It's okay honey. You're making me so horny. Tell me about your toy, please baby".

"It's a ....wait!" she paused suddenly in mid thought, sounding excited. "Do you have your laptop with you daddy?"

"Yes honey, of course" I replied, wondering where she was going with this.

"Do you want to turn it on? Can we Skype? Maybe I could...show you what I did, instead of tell you?"

Of course. Why hadn't I thought of that? My cock gave an appreciative throb at the prospect of getting to see my sexy daughter on screen. "Ok, let's hang up and talk on Skype. I'm going to boot it up now!"

The three minutes it took to boot up my laptop and connect to Lindsay on Skype felt like an eternity. Finally the screen filled with the feed from her web cam, with my own image as a smaller window in one corner. I took a seat at the big desk in my hotel room and admired the view.

On my screen, Lindsay was standing in her room, in full view of the camera. Her bed was behind her, unmade and covered with the stuffed animals she collected. The mouth-watering teen's firm body was clad in plain yellow cotton panties and a matching bra, nothing else. The whispery purple curtains around her window were closed, and her flawless pale skin was illuminated by the light of the single red lampshade beside the bed. She still wore her brunette hair straight, flowing down over her shoulders and around the curve of her bra-covered breasts. 

She flashed me a pearly white smile, waving at the webcam in front of her, her firm tits just barely jiggling in the confines of her bra. "Hey daddy, see, isn't this better?"

"So much better" I sighed, my gaze all over that stunning body. "You're so beautiful"

"Will you take off your shirt so I can see your strong chest?" she asked, blowing me a kiss.

I stood up, pulling off my tie and slowly unbuttoning my dress shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

"Mmm, I have such a handsome daddy" she giggled. "And he looks pleased to see me"

I looked down at the obvious tent in my trousers. "Ha, well, you're a very sexy young woman honey"

"Aww, you're pretty sexy yourself" she smiled. "I wish I could run my hands all over that chest. Maybe you should take those pants off, you look kind of uncomfortable" she teased.

I happily obliged, pulling down my pants and boxers and kicking them aside to stand before her naked, cock rising up to attention. She reached into her dresser and pulled out a white object.

She held the smooth white dildo up to the camera, biting her lower lip. She looked a little embarrassed, but also excited, shifting and wiggling a little where she stood as she squeezed her thighs together, obviously very turned on. "God daddy, that is so hot, seeing you all hard like that. I am so horny! Wanna see what I did when I snuck into the bathroom last night while Sandy was sleeping?"

"Show me what you did sweetie" I encouraged, unable to hide the excitement in my voice as I admired her, giving my restless cock a squeeze.

Lindsay bent over gracefully, long hair trailing the hard wood floor as she balanced the dildo on the ground in front of her, it's smooth tip pointing straight up. Straightening, she reached behind her back for her bra clasp. "Do you want me to take this off? Does my poor horny daddy want to see his little girl's breasts?"




Daddy's Obsession Ch. 02



"Please honey. Let me see those beautiful breasts" I begged, starting to stroke myself slowly. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she unhooked the bra, slowly lowering the straps over her slender shoulders. She cupped her breasts in both hands for a moment, then let the bra fall, exposing herself to my eyes. I gave a low moan of lust as my daughter's full tits came into view on the screen.

She caressed herself, running her fingertips over the tops of those creamy orbs and pinching her nipples. "Tell me how sexy I am" she whispered. 

"You're the hottest girl a dad could ever ask for baby" I sighed. "I want to kiss every inch of that incredible body".

She smiled, running her hands slowly down her smooth tummy, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties. 

"Take them off honey. Let me see the rest of you" I said, hearing the urgency in my own voice.

"What's wrong daddy?" she teased, "am I turning you on?"

She slowly started to slide her yellow panties down over her well curved hips, gracefully turning as she did so to bring her tight ass into view. I watched, captivated, as my lithe gymnast daughter bent over, ever-so-slowly sliding the panties down her long slender legs, her ass in front of the camera.

"Lindsay, you're making your daddy so horny. You look amazing".

She reached back to caress her ass for a moment, giving it a playful little spank, the firm flesh barely moving as her hand came down with an audible smack. Then she leaned back up and slowly turned to face me, treating me to another view of her magnificent 34Ds.

My hand quickened it's pace on my rock hard cock as I got my first sight of my virgin daughter's smoothly shaved mound. Her pussy lips were beautiful. I moaned again in lust as she started to slide her legs apart, feet slipping over the hard wood floor as the flexible teen slowly lowered her body.

"Oh my god honey, that is so sexy" I breathed, leaning in closer to my screen as Lindsay got lower and lower to the floor. She stopped with her beautiful pussy barely an inch from the tip of the dildo, her feet spread wide apart.

"I love seeing you stroke that big thing" she sighed, biting her lower lip as she watched me pleasure myself over her. "I thought of you inside me last night as I did this".

Wrapping her slender well-manicured fingers around the plastic cock to steady it, Lindsay continued her splits, sighing in pleasure as her pussy came down onto the tip of the toy, whimpering as she slid slowly down onto it.

"Uhhh...I'm so turned on daddy". Keeping a firm grip on the base of the toy, she took it deeper, wet pussy lips slipping over the smooth surface and clamping it tight inside of her. Her lovely legs were almost in a perfect splits now as she let several inches of the 'cock' penetrate her. I had never been so jealous of an inanimate object.

"God you're so flexible" I moaned. "Such a sexy girl. You're teasing me so bad baby"

"I wish it was you inside of me daddy. I know we can't, but I still wish it so bad" she whispered, holding the dildo steady as she rose up, then sank back down, whimpering as she slowly fucked her way up and down the rigid toy.

"I would love to be buried deep inside my darling daughter" I replied, seeing the white surface start to glisten with my angel's juices.

"Mmm your cock feels so good" she moaned, starting to ride it faster and deeper. She brought her free hand to her lips, sucking her fingers into her mouth then lowering them between wide spread legs, rubbing her clit in little circles. "Fuck me daddy" she cried, mouth-watering tits bobbing up and down as she bounced on the plastic cock. "Fuck your baby girl"

"That's it, take daddy's cock" I urged, stroking myself more urgently. "Take what you need baby"

She fell back, resting her back against the bed, bending her knees, keeping them wide apart. Her silky hair spilled all over her heaving breasts as she diddled herself. Gripping the dildo tight, she started to thrust it deep in and out of herself, rubbing her pussy furiously. "Ugh, fuck me daddy...yes, yes". She was crying in pleasure and pain as she forced the thick object deep into her cunt.

Our eyes stayed locked over the webcam feed as I listened to the plastic cock squishing in and out of my daughter's tight juicy pussy. "That's it baby. You're making me so hard, my cock feels like it's going to explode".

"I love you daddy" she cried, voice trembling, hand rising and falling fast as she fucked herself. 

"I love you too baby-girl" I moaned, struggling not to cum, so turned on by the naughty sight of my incredible daughter rubbing and dildo-fucking her pussy as she cried out for me. 

"I'm close daddy...I can feel it...oh god, I'm gonna cum so hard!". She was thrusting her hips now, humping into the dildo in her hand.

"Do it baby" I urged, "cum for daddy"

"Cum with me!" she pleaded, "I want to see you shoot your cum for me"

She could barely keep her grip on the toy as her body started to tremble, beads of sweat running between her shaking breasts. "I'm cummming dadddyyyy" she cried, and I let out a cry of my own, jerking myself fast, staring into my daughter's eyes as my cock started to pulse. 

"I'm cumming too princess!". I shuddered with pleasure as the first of several powerful blasts shot from my cock, splashing my abs and chest.

Lindsay buried the dildo inside of herself, holding it there as her body shook, then pulled it free, throwing her head back and crying out as a spray of crystal clear pussy juice squirted all over her thighs and soaked the hard wood floor. She dropped the toy, letting it roll away as she slipped two fingers inside herself and clamped her thighs shut around her hand, still shaking as her orgasm powered through her. "Uhhhh, daddy, it feels so good..." she whined.

I slumped back into my chair, body covered in a sticky mess as I watched my gorgeous daughter ride out her orgasm. Finally she gave a huge sigh, resting her head back against the bed, sweeping her hair out of her face.

"Wow. It felt so good with you watching me" she sighed, breathing hard. "I can't believe I squirted so much, that's so embarrassing!"

'No, that was amazing honey. Don't be embarrassed. You made me cum so hard"

"So I see" she giggled, looking at the cum dripping down my abs as she curled up, hugging her knees to her ample chest, sitting on the hard floor in front of the little puddle she had just made.

"I love you so much honey" I said seriously, suddenly feeling the distance between us. I wanted to hold her in my arms as we both came down from our pleasure.

"I love you too". Her big blue eyes started to glisten as she looked at me. "I can't wait for you to get home".

"I'll be home soon angel" I smiled. "I can't wait either".

"I think I need to go clean up" she laughed. "I kinda made a mess".

"Me too" I laughed back. "But it sure felt good".

"Mmm yeah it did" she purred. "Shall we say goodnight then?"

"Sure honey. I'll see you Friday night okay?"

"See you Friday daddy" she smiled, reaching out to hit the end call button on her laptop.

I slept like a baby that night...

Thursday passed without incident, although I was even more impatient to get home to my baby girl and every hour dragged by. I paid enough attention through the seminar to convince my boss that it hadn't been a waste of money, but Lindsay was always in the back of my mind. 

Finally Friday came. Standing in Atlanta airport, I grew ever more impatient as my flight home was delayed, meaning I wouldn't get back until late, but Lindsay text me to say 'Don't worry daddy, I'll wait up ;) x X x'

In the end it was close to midnight when I finally got back to my house. I opened the front door to find the place dark and quiet, all the lights off save for a small lamp in the hallway. On the table beside it was a note in Lindsay's big curly feminine handwriting;

'Welcome home daddy! I missed you. Take off your shirt and go lay on your bed. Close your eyes and relax. If you're good, I'm going to give you a present'

She had signed it 'baby girl', and left a big pink lipstick kiss at the bottom. My heart started beating faster as I wondered what my 'present' might be. Dropping my suitcase by the door and kicking off my shoes, I headed straight for my room as instructed, unbuttoning my shirt as I went.

The light was off in my room, but at least a dozen candles were arranged on the dresser and bedside tables, casting dancing shadows on every surface as they flickered. Lindsay was nowhere in sight, although I thought I could sense a subtle hint of her Candy Cane perfume in the air.

Tossing my shirt aside, and kicking off my socks, I dropped onto my big comfy bed and lay back, closing my eyes. I was already hard inside my pants in anticipation for whatever my amazing daughter had in store.

She must have moved quietly, because I didn't hear her come into the room. It wasn't until I heard her soft voice at the foot of the bed that I knew she was with me. "You can open your eyes now daddy, but only if you promise to keep your hands at your sides. Can you do that?"

"I promise". My voice was hoarse with excitement.

"Okay, then you can open them"

Lindsay was standing at the base of the bed. Two pink ribbons tied her silky raven-black hair in long loose pigtails. She had clearly taken time over her make-up; those big blue eyes were framed with long dark lashes, and a pink flush high on her cheeks gave color to her flawless creamy complexion. Her well glossed lips were a bright pink that shined in the candle light.

Clinging to her hourglass body was the uniform she used to wear to her old private school. She hadn't attended there in two years, and had clearly outgrown the outfit. The white blouse was stretched tight over her ample bra-less chest, and the buttons looked ready to fly off as they struggled to contain her full tits. She had buttoned it just enough to display a generous amount of cleavage, and tied it below her breasts, exposing her toned midriff to just above her little belly button.

A pleated blue and green plaid skirt clung to her hips. It had been a more modest length once, but the long-legged teen had grown and now the hem barely came to mid-thigh, exposing plenty of firm young flesh to my hungry eyes. Knee high white socks and black heels completed the naughty schoolgirl ensemble.

"Welcome home daddy. Do you like the view?" she teased, her voice confident and seductive. 

I had to clear my throat several times before I was able to speak.

"Jesus honey, you look....well, you look sexy as hell! Absolutely incredible"

She giggled, giving me a twirl, sending her pigtails flying, skirt briefly fanning out to give me a glimpse of tight pink satin panties beneath.

She reached over to hit the play button on the cd player beside the bed, then stepped back enough to give me a good view. My cock twitched with approval, but I obeyed the rules, keeping my hands at my sides as I drank in the sight of the sexy teen babygirl in her too-tight catholic schoolgirl outfit.

From the speakers Britney Spears began to sing, "Oh baby, baby, How was I supposed to know..."

Lindsay slowly began to sway back and forth, sliding pink-lacquered fingernails over her smooth bare tummy and between her legs. She bit her lower lip, giving me a smoldering look. Moving with a gymnast's effortless grace, her hips continued to rock in smooth circles as she turned to the music, exposing her slender back to me. 

"My loneliness is killing me..." confessed Britney as Lindsay picked up the pace, gyrating those well-curved hips faster, tossing the skirt up to bare the panties clinging tightly to her perfect ass.

Showing off her flexibility, she raised one long leg up slowly until it was perfectly straight, high heel pointing up to the ceiling. I moaned at the incredible sight, admiring the way the pink satin panties pulled tight across her mound, the outline of her pussy lips clearly visible through the fabric.

She caressed her outstretched leg, then slowly lowered it back down and continued her dance, turning her back to me and looking over her shoulder into my eyes as she bent over.

"Hit me baby one more time" cried Britney, and Lindsay spanked her ass hard, then rubbed it through her panties in small circles. 

As the song came to a close she strode back over to the bed, kicking off her heels and stepping lightly up onto the mattress.

Bass thrummed through the room as N.E.R.D's 'Lapdance' began to play. Lindsay stood over me on the bed, legs either side of my waist, shoulder width apart, giving me a perfect view up her long legs and under her skirt to her panty covered crotch.

"I'm a dirty dog" hissed the rapper through the stereo as my busty daughter's hands went to her super-tight blouse, slipping one button free, then another. The third button popped loose under the strain, and the top fell open, exposing those pert tits to my gaze. Her nipples were hard as bullets, and she started to pinch and caress them as I looked up with lusty eyes.

"Oooh baby you want me? Well you can have this lap dance here for free" moaned a sexy female voice through the stereo as Lindsay slowly unzipped her tiny skirt, letting if fall down over her thighs and onto the bulge in my lap.

"Daddy, I need to touch myself. This is turning me on so bad" she whimpered, slipping a hand down into her satin panties.

It took every effort of will for me to keep my hands at my sides as I watched my daughter's fingers dance inside her panties, listening to her whimper as she rubbed her clit in front of me. I dug my fingers into the sheets, transfixed by the view in front of me. I could smell the sweet intoxicating scent of her teenage sex, and desperately fought the urge to grab her narrow waist, throw her down beside me and take her hard.

"I'm so horny daddy" she sighed, looking down at me through long thick dark lashes. "Do you like watching me touch myself? Am I turning you on daddy?"

"You have no idea how much baby" I moaned, "can I touch myself now too?"

"Uh uh" she replied, pigtails swinging as she shook her head, fingers still teasing her juicy cleft. "Just watch me"

"Let me see your pussy angel" I begged, and she obliged, pulling pink satin to one side to expose the prettiest little cunt I had ever seen. One hand still rubbing her hard little pink clit, she brought the other down between her thighs and slowly slipped two slender fingers inside herself, moaning in pleasure.

Pink cheeks flushed, my horny little girl rubbed and fingered herself while I gripped the bed sheets tighter and tighter, unable to tear my eyes away from the naughty sight, cock so hard I was worried I might cum in my pants.

"I love you daddy" she gasped, so wet now that her pussy made a delicious squishing sound as she worked it with her long fingers.

"I love you too, so much, even if you're driving me crazy, you tease" 

"I want you to want me so bad you can't stand it" she gasped, grinding her hips now as she diddled herself closer to the point of no return.

"Well you're getting your wish". I licked my dry lips, squirming uncomfortably where I lay beneath her.

"Ooooh....oooh, daddy, I'm gonna cum" she moaned, fingers becoming a blur as she furiously rubbed her clit, juices running down her young thighs.

"Do it baby, cum hard" I hissed, and she did, tossing her head back and thrusting her hips forward, legs trembling as she soaked her hand. 

She sank to her knees, straddling my chest, then fell forward, burying those big firm tits in my face, bracing herself with her hands splayed on the pillow at either side of my head. The sweet scent of candy cane perfume in her cleavage filled my nose.

"You can touch me now" she gasped between breaths, and immediately I grabbed her tight buns in both hands, squeezing the firm ass flesh as Lindsay panted in my ear.

One hand propping herself up, she used the other to cup one of her 34d's and bring it to my mouth. I licked my lips and started to kiss that wonderful firm creamy flesh, then sucked my daughter's hard puffy nipple into my eager mouth.

Lindsay purred as I sucked on her tits, feeding me one, then the other. "Mmm, that feels nice" she cooed as I rolled and flicked my tongue over her nipples, my strong hands caressing her thighs and ass.

"I need to tell you something" she whispered into my ear as I covered her cleavage in kisses.

"You can tell me anything honey" I replied, cock still throbbing angrily within the prison of my slacks.

"I know you're my dad, and I'm your daughter, and we can't...you know...make love, but there's something I want to do, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since we Skyped the other night"

"What do you want to do?" I asked between mouthfuls of teenage breast.

"I wanna taste you daddy. I want to please you with my mouth. I've never done it before" she confessed, words spilling out in the rush as she summoned up her courage "but I've been reading about it, and watching videos. You know, naughty ones, and I got so hot last night imagining it was me doing it to you. I really wanna do that for you. I wanna suck it daddy. I wanna suck your big cock so bad. Can I do it? Will you let me suck you off daddy? Do you think I'm a bad girl for wanting to do that?"

"I think you're an angel for wanting to do that for your dad" I replied, pulse racing at the thought of having my beautiful daughter's lips around my aching erection.

Taking that as my approval, she started to crawl her way down my body. Wide sparkling blue eyes gazed up at me submissively as she kissed her way down my bare chest and left a trail of kisses down my abs. She reached up to pull the ribbons from her hair, releasing her pigtails and shaking her head, letting her long silky brunette hair spill free. 

"You're so beautiful angel" I sighed, admiring her naked chest, and a face pretty enough to make most models jealous.

She smiled as she straddled me, hands busy unbuckling my belt, then unbuttoning my pants. Gripping the waist band, she pulled my trousers and boxers down in one smooth motion, throwing them aside as my throbbing cock finally sprang free.

"On my god daddy, you're so hard" she moaned as she lay between my legs, wrapping her soft hand around the base of me. "You feel huge"

"Well you really drove me crazy there honey. That was the sexiest show I've ever seen"

She giggled, giving me a little squeeze. "Tell me want you want me to do...I want to hear you say it"

Looking into her eyes, I said "Babygirl, I want you to suck daddy's cock"

Needing no more encouragement, she lowered her head to my lap, long dark hair spilling over my thighs as glossy pink lips gently kissed the tip of my very hard, very ready member. I was already starting to drip precum from all her teasing, and it left a trail from my cock to her mouth as she pulled back enough to give me a mischievous smile. I bet you've been dreaming of me doing this, haven't you?" she teased, licking the precum from her lips.

"More times than I can count" I confessed, and she slowly slid her pillow soft lips over my crest, enveloping the head of my cock in her warm wet mouth. The sight of my dick sliding into my own daughter's achingly beautiful face was enough to elicit a low moan of pleasure from me. This may have been the eighteen year old's first time, but I could tell immediately that she knew what she was doing. Keeping her mouth nice and wet, she rolled her tongue around my sensitive head, soft hand stroking me gently at the base of my cock. 

"Mmm honey, that feels so good" I said, and it did. It felt fucking amazing having my adorable teen daughter sucking me off.

She started to take me deeper, sliding her lips several inches up and down my length, talented tongue still swirling and rubbing over my rock hard shaft and around my throbbing head. Those big blue eyes never left mine, peering up submissively from under dark lashes as she enthusiastically blew her father's well-teased cock. I was in heaven.




Daddy's Obsession Ch. 02



I reached out and gently brushed strands of straight dark hair from her face, entranced by the sight of her head bobbing up and down over my crotch. After her strip tease, I knew I wouldn't last long, but I was determined to hold on and enjoy this as long as possible.

"God, you're so hard in my mouth. I can't believe I'm doing this – sucking my daddy's big cock. I feel so naughty" my talented babygirl said between mouthfuls, sucking me back in, drooling over me, keeping my cock slick as she worked her magic. Cheeks flushed, the orally talented teen gave me the best blowjob of my life, sucking hard and taking me deeper and deeper with each bob of her head until I was hitting her tight teen throat. She gagged a little, but pressed on, mouth making hot nasty wet sounds as she forced herself to take me into her throat.

"Jesus babygirl, you're so good at this" I moaned, "it feels amazing".

Her eyes watered a little as she took me even deeper. Her tight slender throat spasmed around my cock, gripping me like a glove as she choked, but she didn't stop, fellating me like she was starving for cock.

"It feels so good. You got me so turned on honey; I don't think I can take much more".

She slipped her lips free of me just long enough to coo "mmm, I can feel how turned on you are. Do you like having your babygirl suck you off?", before taking me back into that warm wetness. Sensing I was close, she started to go faster, hair flying as she aggressively face fucked my crotch, letting my cock hit her throat with each stroke, never taking her eyes off mine.

"Oh fuck...oh honey...yes...if you keep doing that you're going to make daddy cum so hard"

She didn't stop, sucking and drooling, then forcing her head down all the way, taking my entire length balls-deep into her throat. My cock pulsed hard as her throat clamped around it, drooling all over me, and I grabbed a fistful of her silky hair, my whole body tensing.

"Here it comes....oh god, I'm gonna cum so hard babygirl" 

Pulling back until just the tip was trapped between her luscious lips, Lindsay sucked hard, jerking me fast up and down with one hand, the other slipping between her smooth wet thighs to tease herself. I couldn't take anymore – with a long low growl of pleasure I came, cock throbbing against my daughter's fluttering tongue as I coated it in what felt like a flood of hot semen.

Lips clamped around my cock, she kept on sucking until I couldn't take anymore and my body jerked from the sensations. She slowly let me slip free of her mouth, gave me a triumphant smile, and opened wide to show off the huge load of sticky white cum clinging to her long quivering tongue.

'Holy shit" I laughed, "I've never cum that hard in my life. You were incredible!"

She took two big swallows, drinking down her daddy's sperm, letting it slide down her throat, then opened again as if to say "look, all gone!".

"Wow....just wow" was all I could manage, completely drained.

She giggled. "That was so much fun, and you came so much! Did it really feel that good?"

I laughed again, shaking my head. "Do you really need to ask? Sweetie, that was the best blowjob I have ever had" I said truthfully.

Lindsay crawled up the bed until she was laying beside me, head resting on my broad naked chest, her firm young thighs wrapped around mine. "That was so much fun. I love doing this with you". I could feel her smiling against my chest as she said it.

"You make me so happy honey. I love you more than anything in the world". I stroked my fingers through her long hair, and rubbed the smooth skin of her back in little circles while her fingers toyed with my chest hair.

We lay awake a while longer, naked bodies wrapped together as we confessed our love to one another. Eventually her eyes grew heavy and she started to drift asleep on my chest. I followed soon after, slipping into a deep contented sleep as I held my daughter close, the happiest I had been in a long time.



Daddy's Obsession



But more intense than the emails to Vanessa, I was really on edge reading her emails. I figured she might describe any actual sexual experiences of hers; but after reading through what she'd written, I couldn't tell if she was still a virgin or not. It was wickedly erotic to read my daughter's sexual thoughts, although they were not well formulated or very advanced. Big cocks turn her on; guys with muscles and long hair make her wet; she loves fingerfucking herself and would do it all day if she had the chance. The emails strands I saw didn't have any long stories by Vanessa herself, but she would write guys to tell them she dreams of fucking their big dicks and "loves" to get stretched open and pounded hard. I took that to mean, she would want it; she might have been trying to hide being a virgin. Her descriptions of sex were so generic that it didn't sound like she was speaking from actual experiences. Still, knowing my horny daughter had these thoughts in her head? It was magical. 

Okay, now after hearing all of this, you get the state of my mind at the time. I'd spied on her fucking herself, I'd read her private, hidden emails, and all I could think about was -- fuck, this is fun!

(Oh, I was 45 minutes late getting to work that morning. And, yes, I put the email printouts back in her drawer.)

Daddy's obsession with his daughter's relatively limited sex life grew in bounds day to day. I began rearranging my work schedule to free up at least two full days a week, so I could work from home. I also started working feverishly hard when I was in the office, so those days at home I would almost literally take off three hours a day. From the day I read her emails through the following weekend, until Wednesday of the following week, I hardly looked Vanessa in the eye but I spent every moment picturing her nude body, and fingers or cocks or girl's tongues up her cunt. My state of horniness was constant, and I even tried to fuck my bitch wife once -- now THAT is a rare event. She, of course, wanted nothing to do with me, so it was an abortive event.

That Wednesday, like a week later, was my first day to telecommute. Lied to Vanessa that morning -- "Oh I'm very busy at work, I have to be downtown all day, in nonstop meetings." (That translates to: Don't bother calling me at the office, I won't be able to take your call.) That morning, instead of working, I found and re-read her emails, this time deliberately, word for word. She'd been having online cybersex with some of the guys and phone sex with two of them -- the guys commented somewhere in the email straings how "hot" it was "the other day on the phone" or "your voice had me so hot," thinks like that. It turned me on even more, thinking one of these two guys was the one listening to her that evening a few weeks ago when I overheard her. Anyway, I read through the emails to her and jerked off a couple of times, the sex stories were so-so hot but knowing they were all about Vanessa got me extra-hard. Basically, some males really wanted to fuck my daughter.

I clock-watched until the minute I knew her school ended. I secluded myself in her closet again, this time with my cellphone (turning off the ringer of course) so that I could tell the time, and hunkered down. Having abused myself this way once already, I brought a radio and earpiece too, for some entertainment. Boy, radio is slow and boring these days. But it seemed to help pass the time; Vanessa sounded like she got home fairly quickly.

That afternoon, it was like a two-hour sex show, only the most painfully slow-paced one you could imagine. My daughter sat in her blouse and low-rise jeans at her computer, and with the glare of the late-afternoon sun through her window off of the monitor I couldn't see a damn thing she was doing. Her hand spent most of the time on her mouse, and she didn't type a lot except in brief bursts, so I thought she was surfing the web and maybe sending emails or AIM messages or something time to time. It wasn't exactly sexual, but I had this feeling, given the grin on her face, that it was something hot for her.

The typing picked up, she was exchanging IMs with something I thought. Her computer was "pinging" constantly. She wasn't touching herself, but she was sitting Indian-style on her chair, her thighs spread open in her tight jeans. I wondered if that cunt inside was wet, I sure wanted to find out. Touch it, I thought to myself, rub it, strip nude, come on Vanessa, get it on, I know you're trying to get off.

Daddy's patience was rewarded when Vanessa took her hands off of the keyboard and mouse, and started to unbutton her blouse still sitting at the computer. Pulling it back to reveal her white bra, she removed that too, and started to cup and fondle her breasts and hard nipples. Daddy's eyes were in heaven, watching those soft little boobs in her hands. Vanessa tweaked her perky nipples, reading something on the computer screen, then she reached forward and typed a few more words. She began looking around the room, at her bed, then back to the computer, typing more. She was definitely up to something, and my dick was rock-hard as I anxiously waited to see what would happen.

Vanessa ended her computer conversation a few moments later, clicking a few things with the mouse, then she stood up. Her soft breasts pointed at me, and I oogled them from inside the closet with unnatural lust for my own daughter's tits. She walked over to her bed, unzipping her jeans, and to my delight she peeled them and her thong off simultaneously. Nude, she crawled on top of her bed, lying head on a pillow, and she rolled away from me to expose her fabulous young, soft butt. I stared at it until I jumped at the sound of the phone ringing beside her bed and in the house, almost making a noise myself.

Now I began unzipping my pants, as I watched Vanessa grab the phone, holding it to her pretty face while lying back flat on the bed. She was going to get phonefucked, and Daddy was going to be able to watch!

It was a cock-stroking, thirty-minute dream. Vanessa talked nasty into the phone, using a sharp tone and evil eyes as she begged to be treated like a slut, forced to suck a huge cock deep, squirted all over with cum like a nasty whore. She mostly just rubbed her clit and fingered herself while talking to some guy, but she also licked her fingers noisily (so he could hear that) and spent time squeezing and fondling her breasts. The guy did most of the talking, leaving Vanessa to listen and spread wide, furiously pumping one or two fingers in her vagina. Each time she came, and it was several times, she'd start squeeling, "Oh yes! oh yes!" and then she'd tense and cum, moaning, then she'd blurt out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Her position on the bed shifted late in the call, and I got to directly see her fingers in her cunt. I almost passed out, the sight of her somewhat hairy teenage pussy stretched by her two fingers, I had to stop myself from wanting to jump out of the closet and bury my tongue into that. Vanessa dug her fingers until just her knuckles were visible, and she liked grinding her fingers around when they were all the way inside. Her thumb played with her clitty while she fingered her hole. The juices eventually coated her thighs and ass, making her reddened pussylips glisten marvelously.

My hand fucking hurt, actually, by the end of the call. Gripping my cock and stroking it while it was leaking precum profusely had me on the edge of orgasm about 100 times; I didn't want to cum, afraid either the smell or an inadvertent noise would reach her. But I was panting hard, staring at my daughter fingerfucking herself while talking to the guy about sex. They barely talked about anything else, it was just sex, sex, sex. I figured she had phone fucked this guy before, because they didn't exchange any pleasantries or even names, and she never described herself to him. Literally, she was talking about fucking from the moment she picked up the phone to the time she ended it.

Finally she put the phone down, rubbing her wet vaginal lips a few times, lounging on her bed. Her tits and pussy looked so scrumptuous, and all I could think about was, my 18 year old daughter needed a REAL cock to fuck -- mine or anyone's. She was so ready for sex; it turned her on, it didn't scare her, she talked nasty and knew what she was doing. I had the penis in my very hand that could help her out, it was such a shame. But totally erotic.

My Vanessa, what a horny young woman. Think she was done? Not even. Nude, dripping with juices, she went back to her computer, sat down, and began clicking and typing away. Insanely proud of her libido, I hoped she was looking for another phone sex partner. I was right. About ten or fifteen minutes later of chatting online, she went back to her bed, pulled the phone onto the bed, laid back and waited for it to ring. I was so close to cumming right when the phone rang. Vanessa answered it, but this time I could see her blushing. Seriously.

"Hello?" She sounded careful, almost scared. But soon she was smiling, and this time, I could tell it was a first call with someone. "Yeah, I'm really Vanessa," she said, making me smile at how real she was about all of this, "I'm really 18, and yes, I'm really nude and want a big fucking cock in me." She began describing her body, possibly enhancing her figure slightly by describing her "D-cup" breasts and "really long slender" legs. Then she started to purr, quite literally, hearing the guy answer her questions like, "Tell me about your cock . . . are you stroking it . . . does it like tight young pussies . . . have you fucked an 18 year old before?" It almost sounded like an interview. Her hand began working on her clitoris again, rubbing it back and forth with stiffened fingers. I couldn't see that, just hear the sloppy noises she made, as I watched her wrist move back and forth over her pelvis.

Pretty soon the two were phone fucking, with her telling him how she'd want him to fuck her, and then she'd listen and fingerfuck herself while the guy ostensibly provided more details. "Oh shit I'm cumming!" she blurted out at one point, frigging her clit furiously while her whole body tensed, then she screamed and let it loose, and her body shook and I could smell the additional fluids coming out of her body. "Uhhh! Ugh fuck that's so good!" She kept working her clit hard, drawing out an even longer orgasm.

This call was only 15 to 20 minutes, and I think the guy hung up on her after he came. She just stopped talking, dropped the phone onto its base with a scowl, and lay back on her backside again. Her fingers were working slowly now, as her eyes looked at the ceiling. What was she thinking about? What perverted thoughts did my hot, sexy daughter have in her young brain? As she masturbated herself in front of my eyes, she rolled onto her side and hip, away from me, raising her upper knee slightly. Mmm, that stiff middle finger poked into her squishy-wet vagina. I could see and smell and hear it, and Daddy's cock was dying to burst. That ass and those thighs with that wet finger-filled cunt looked perfect to me.

Vanessa slowly penetrated her twat with one finger that way, until a little later rolling onto her knees now. With her face buried in her pillow, her fine round ass stuck up in the air, she reached under herself and began frigging hard, using what looked like two fingers to fuck herself. "Uhhh . . . uhhh . . . uhhh." Her noises were steady in pace but rising in energy. She was getting close to cumming, pounding away at that twat between her smooth wet thighs.

I was jerking my daddy-cock the entire time watching her two phonecalls and her solo finger-fuck. I tried not to cum, but had a couple of those mini-cums guys have -- the sperm comes out, a little, but you stay totally hard. No, girls, it's not a dream; my balls really fucking hurt from those. Really, really hurt. But through my daughter masturbating over an hour, having who knows how many cums, I didn't have a real good, hard blast yet myself. Not until she was moaning and screaming with her face in the pillow and her butt up high, cumming herself, then I raced to put my hand over my cock and catch this massive orgasm I had. Man, I flooded myself, and my balls hurt TWICE as much I think. But I needed it so bad. I rubbed off the cum on my underwear, although I thought about rubbing it on some of her clothing in her closet. (I'm not that much of a prick, really.)

Then daddy got to watch my daughter nap nude a little while on her bed, until she rose and went back to the computer. The slut is really horny, I realized, her libido clearly comes from her father and not her bitch mother. Sitting nude on her ankles, cross-legged, in front of her computer, she arched her back and stuck those sexy little teeny titties forward while smiling softly at the monitor and going back online. She didn't do a lot of typing, mostly just moving around the mouse and clicking. The sun was going down a bit and I could barely make out the computer screen; maybe she was looking at online porn, possibly, it looked more graphical than anything. Indeed, her computer started to play a video and I could hear the noises -- which she turned down, but not muted -- sounds of fucking, a girl moaning, then screaming. Definitely she was looking at porn.

I'm thinking, with my cock hardening again, this girl definitely needs to be fucked. She's 18 and masturbates multiple times nonstop. Vanessa might be my daughter, but her daddy knows what she needs, and it's cock. Prick. Bone. Stuffed up that tight 18 year old pussy.

And I sooo wanted to be the one to do it. Although, who knows if she's had a dozen guys do it already.

Vanessa rubbed her vagina a few times watching the porn movies, but nothing seemed to catch her interest. She went back into the chat room, I could tell, she began typing in spurts. She was moving the mouse a lot too, I think she had multiple messages going at once. Her eyes stared at the monitor, and she had a pretty intense look. I began hoping she'd do phonesex again, because that was really sexy to see. And, indeed, I got my wish. What a slut my daughter is! She had been back in the chatrooms maybe only 10 minutes, before she was going back to her bed, lying down, looking at the phone.

Ring. Answer, "Hello?" Giggle, talk sweetly. She has a nice phone demeanor. And it was a new guy too. She said her name, described herself (this time accurately), asked him about his body and dick. She started asking about his wife now too, and that got me hot. The married guy was cheating with her, at least by phone, and it seemed to turn Vanessa on. "Yeah, does she give you good head?" my teenage daughter asked the prick, "does she suck you down her throat?" Vanessa's eyes glowed. She continued to interrogate the guy while she had one hand softly rubbing her wet pussy. Soon, though, the conversation turned more heated, and she rolled onto her back and her fingers rubbed with more fervor at her pussylips. A finger went into her cunt soon enough, and she began describing in vivid detail what she was doing. "Mmm, I'm so horny, I have one finger in me and it's so wet but so tight, my pussy is burning, it needs your cock," she moaned, making her father so hard hearing it, "if you were here, I'd be so tight for your hot dick."

Seeing and hearing that my daughter wanted to get fucked was driving her old man insane; in some ways, I almost wished I hadn't been here. It was something I would love to do, fuck my daughter and give her the meat her pussy needs, but there was no way it would happen and I felt that loss painfully.

Vanessa had a few more cums on the phone with her new guy, then in the pillow-talk that followed she found out he was boning some other woman. Vanessa was asking a lot of questions about that, not only how the sex was but how he got away with it.

Her next words rang in my ears.

"Oh fuck, they have no fucking clue," she laughed, having no idea half of the "they" was listening in the closet. "Yeah, they're, like, typical. My mom probably thinks I'm a virgin, I have no idea what my dad thinks. But -- yeah, they wouldn't know any of them. Well, one guy they would. No, just a few, but you know, you gotta play around, see what ya like!" Her giggly, playful face showed her price at being something of a slut, and behind her parent's back. Wow, it was really hot to hear her admit to fucking around. And it didn't seem phony or made-up for the benefit of the prick on the phone; she seemed to be honest about it. I was so hard again, holding my throbbing penis, listening to Vanessa speak of fucking other guys.

The conversation kept going, and Vanessa rolled onto her tummy while talking. I found myself staring at that hot ass on her bed, as she and the guy kept talking (not sexually) for the better part of an hour. I was indeed impressed, and she seemed to like him. Then I heard her sort of wrapping it up -- you know how a girl talks in short answers, her voice turning up? -- and she was saying, ok let's talk about, ok soon, maybe tomorrow. But I guess, someone was horny, and her finger went into her pussy from underneath herself, and the guy must have said something, and Vanessa let out this moan. "Ohhhhhhhh yeah." It was a purr, it put shivers in her father's spine. "Mmmm fuck yeah I'm still wet."

More phonesex ensued, the guy did most of the talking. Vanessa was on her tummy humping her finger, before rolling onto her back again and driving two stiff digits into that wet hole. A major climax capped off the call.

She was in the bathroom not even five minutes later, allowing her father to escape my little prison and retreat to the basement. My head was spinning, but not as bad as my old balls ached.

I swear, seeing her spend that afternoon fuck THREE men on the phone, look at porn, and masturbate, I was ready to proclaim my undying love for her and divorce her fucking worthless mother.

The next couple of weeks, I was just a man in love. I doted on her, going out of my way for her every day and all weekend. I think she thought it was "cute," and we had a lot of quality time together. I tried not to stare at her body or touch her, you know, and it was just solid daddy/daughter togetherness around the house. She never asked why I was being so adoring, and I certainly never told her.

But, when I was alone, my thoughts were always of her and that incredible afternoon. She is so fucking hot and horny, and that wet pussy just had to get filled with semen. I wondered, day to day, if she was getting any, but I never got a clue. She was busy at school and on the two intervening weekends had a couple of parties but no dates. I don't know, maybe a party is a date these days. Still, if Vanessa was getting cock, I wasn't finding out about it. So alone with my imagination, I just masturbated constantly dreaming of her hot nude body being filled with the male organs she desired. I could hear her voice in my ear screaming as she came, ripped open by some hot stud ramming his meat into her young body.

It was definitely an obsession. I was always planning when my next session in her closet would be, but trying to hide from family and office for three- or four-hour blocks is not easy to do. Someone is always looking for you! Plus, the one day of the first of those two weeks I thought I could do it, she actually wasn't going to be home in the afternoon. Instead, I wound up at the office while she was at home, undoubtedly nude and finger-fucking herself to death while giving out her private phone line number to any big cock she met on the Internet.

Daddy's obsession made me do one, stupid thing, although risk-free to myself. I should have thought about it, you know, but I was horny for her, that's all I can say. Knowing she had a secret yahoo email address, I kept wondering if I could contact her, anonymously. For days and days I put the idea out of mind, but one day at the office, horny and dreaming of her, it just happened. I made up this phony hotmail email account, some generic name. Then, I sent her one email, something I'd been rolling around in my head for a week. "You are a goddess and if I don't get to fuck you in real life, then I think I'm going to have to die an unhappy man!" Without thinking, I just hit "send." It felt good, to reach out to her, but of course, she'd have no clue who sent it.




Daddy's Obsession



She's probably assume it was one of her online friends, I figured. Actually, it kind of freaked her out. That night, she was a little edgy and was asking her mom about "stalking," which at first I thought was random and odd, but later in the evening I put two and two together. Oh fuck! I scared her. Now, that hurt. Daddy was such a horny pervert and asshole, I did something because it made my cock hard, and Vanessa was now worried some guy was going to find her and get what he wanted. Ouch. I mean . . . wham, ouch, thud.

By the time I convinced myself -- a couple days later -- that I probably needed to confess my soul to her, she didn't seem perturbed at all and I let it pass. But the anger I had at myself made me promise never to do the closet-thing again. Oh, I thought about a hidden videocamera, or a second phone on her private phone line so I could listen in, but those ideas seemed criminal to me. Daddy hiding in the closet? Well, it's my house, right? (Okay, it's the bank's; but you know what I mean.)

All those days on end dreaming about Vanessa getting fucked . . . about her fucking herself . . . about me fucking her . . . and spending time around her being all nice-nice and acting like I'm just a perfectly normal Daddy. It was making me stircrazy, and I sort of knew what would happen. A confluence of events within a short time span set it up. Her bitch mom was going to a dinner for one of her office colleagues, it was a couple of counties over, so we wouldn't be seeing her until around 10 p.m. or later. Seizing an opportunity, when Vanessa said she didn't have any after-school plans really except maybe going to the mall with a friend, I said I'd probably be at the office past dinner myself.

I spend the morning in my office then excused myself to get home in time for Vanessa to get home from school. I even quickly showered, so I wouldn't smell too bad, and thus could hide my presence in the closet. By the time I stepped into her closet, my dick was already hard inside my thin pair of shorts. I even had a pillow, to lay upright against her clothing so I could relax until she got home.

The darkness and quiet of her bedroom knocked me out; I was dozing off. But I awoke the noise of SEVERAL voices entering her room.

Stunningly, I saw my daughter in a sweater-vest, blouse and low-rise jeans leading into her room -- in gross violation of her mom's rules -- two people, and I can't stay more which one floored me. First, of course, I saw the stunning teenage blonde. Taller than Vanessa, long golden curly hair, really skinny but with a chest that Vanessa's Daddy wanted to suck and titfuck the moment I saw the girl's tshirt. The blonde also had low-rise jeans on, like Vanessa, shower her red thong ("whale-tail" they call it, right) above the back of the jeans. Then there was the guy. No, I should say, the MAN. Had to be six foot, in his late 30s at least or even 40s. His skin was a light bronze, he wasn't a black guy, maybe Latino, maybe part Asian, maybe Mediterranean. Dark short hair, graying at the temples. Wearing a dress shirt and slacks, he was nicely dressed. And he towered over these girls; definitely 6-2 or something, maybe 220 pounds or so, more fit than flabby but not exactly an athlete. The first thing I noticed about him, well besides that he was a "him" and besides that he was not white, was that his face was smiling ear to ear. A very friendly, chummy, grinning face you might have, when you're in the bedroom of an 18 year old brunette with another blonde around that age. And, purportedly, no parents home.

I wasn't sure what to do, frankly. I had a fleeting thought, I shouldn't be here, I should open the door and just leave. Obviously, I didn't do that. I did stop breathing, basically, and press my to the slits in the closet to peer into Vanessa's bedroom. If it had been just the blonde, I would have guessed Vanessa wasn't here to fuck. But seeing the smiling presence of the tall ethnic guy, my cock was sure I'd be seeing naked bodies soon. My erection pounded in my shorts, and I quietly began pushing them down my thighs to let out my aching 5.5 inch pole.

Vanessa was giggly, sitting on her bed at the edge, feet on the floor, removing her sweater-vest and folding it nicely before tossing it into a corner of the room. The blonde went to Vanessa's shelf and peered at some photos and pictures arranged there. My eyes focused on the blonde's breasts, stretching out her tight tshirt. Had to be c-cups, at least, I thought to myself. Tiny ass and waist too. Yummy. Meanwhile, the stud -- I mean, let's face it, that's what he was -- sort of nervously stood near the closed bedroom door, peering at the two girls back and forth, silently watching.

My daughter looked with a grin at the stud, and I could sense a moment where everyone was too nervous to do anything. The adult male didn't let that problem linger, as he moved towards the bed and leaned against it near my daughter. He caught the attention of the blonde and curled his finger at her, indicating for her to come over closer. "Come here, Foxanna," he grinned softly.

Well, well, Foxanna. So that was a real name. And -- oh, right, now I remember -- she says she likes to eat pussy!

Daddy's cock was getting REALLY hard.

The blonde giggled and in a demurre voice pretended to look innocent. "Oh, why?" But she stepped over anyway, and the stud moved back from the bed to make room for her next to my brunette daughter. The guy put the two girls on the bed hip to hip, both of them with their feet on the floor, and then he reached his long arm to the foxy blonde's head to push it towards Vanessa. "Why don't you two girls finally get to know each other while I watch," he said, not waiting at all obviously.

They were in Vanessa's room for a reason and both girls clearly understood that. I stared in incredulous disbelief and gross joy as I saw my precious 18 year old Vanessa lean forward, tilt her head, and press her lips against the mouth of the taller, skinny, long-curly-haired blonde chic. Both girls moaned as the male, still standing, watched in as much admiration as me. "That's right," the stud said. The girls first tepidly kissed, just lip to lip, but Foxanna reached to Vanessa's head to pull her into her mouth, and I saw jaws moving, two female tongues were sliding together, making out with a girl/girl french kiss. If it was Vanessa's first, I had no idea, but she sure didn't look surprised or hesitant.

"Mmm, that's nice," purred the tall adult stud, hardly moving as he leaned his hip against Vanessa's messy credenza and watched the two teenagers making out. The girls had soft moans, Vanessa's a little lower and the blonde's more of a squeal, as they turned to face each other, each sliding one leg onto the bed, their other legs parallel and towards the floor. Their kiss was becoming intense, it was not for the male's benefit but they were literally sucking each other's tongues for the fun of it. Vanessa put her hand on Foxanna's shoulder, and Foxanna began caressing Vanessa's upper arm before softly stroking my daughter's smallish breast through her blouse.

The male moved foward, an obvious bulge in his slacks. He leaned against the bed now, behind Foxanna, and reached down with both arms. The blonde and my daughter continued to make out while the male pawed at Foxanna's ample breasts through her shirt. Now, as a Daddy, I felt wronged that he'd of course first move to the busty blonde and not to my horny daughter, who I knew for a fact needed some male attention. However, instead of telling you how jealous I felt at the time, I do have to say I came to realize later that Foxanna and the guy (whose name I still don't know to this day) knew each other and had fucked before, and it was Vanessa who was being added to the party. So in hindsight, the guy just didn't want to make Foxanna jealous by spending too much of his attention right away on the new girl. The guy obviously knows women.

I found myself rooting for this stud to have the time of his life, so I could live it vicariously here in this cramped closet. I watched in anticipation as he slowly pulled up the blonde's t-shirt, first bunching it under her armpits to expose most of her white bra, then he yanked it up her arms as the two girls momentarily broke their kiss. But as soon as the shirt was off, the blonde thrust her tongue into Vanessa's mouth again and the two teenage girls were sucking face noisily. Vanessa had her fingers thru a loop in Foxanna's jeans, while Foxanna was reaching around Vanessa's back to hug her. The girl's lips were smashed together as their faces twisted side to side, sloppily exchanging breaths with their mouths sealed shut, and their tongues swarming over each other inside.

The male unfastened the blonde's bra, and soon I got to see Foxanna's glorious tits. Okay, I lust for my daughter, but people, THOSE were breasts. D-cups I bet. Decent, half-dollar sized brown nipples, and those nipples stuck out farther than Vanessa's. Standing behind the girl as she sat on the edge of the bed, the stud was pawing at those nude tits while the two girls were friendly. His big bronzed hands cupped and fondled them, sort of juggling them, feeling their weight, and pinching her rock-hard long nipples to draw moans from the slut.

"Oh fuck!" the blonde gurgled, breaking the kiss with my sexy daughter and looking up, almost upside-down, at the man above and behind her. Still having her tits pawed, she puckered up as he leaned down and now he took his turn sucking her tongue. Vanessa was into this big-time, she leaned down herself and, with the other girl's tits in the man's hands, Vanessa began licking the blonde's boobs back and forth, greedily sucking the nipples alone then letting go with a loud smacking noise, only to lick and suckle the other one the same way, back and forth.

The blonde and the stud broke the kiss, and Foxanna turned her attention back to my daughter, raising Vanessa's face from her tits so they could start kissing again. Seeing my hot daughter making out with another girl -- and a topless, D-cupped blonde at that -- was getting my dick very near its first orgasm. I took my hand of my cock, hoping I could placate it to wait, because this looked like it would be a long afternoon. Thank god!

The stud now moved to sit behind my daughter, and without her overt permission (because her tongue was stuck in Foxanna's mouth), he began groping Vanessa's little tits in her blouse. But he didn't get a chance to start stripping my offspring, if that was his intention, because Foxanna began to slide onto the bed, more into the middle, laying on her back and pulling Vanessa along with herself. Vanessa crawled over Foxanna, face to face, mouth to mouth, tongues wrapped together and the girls made out like whores. The stud sat now at the foot of the bed, smiling at the girl-kissing-girl show, contentedly admiring the loving. Daddy was doing the same. As a couple of minutes passed with just the sounds of two females kissing each other, Vanessa holding Foxanna's nude tits, the stud began unbuttoning his dress shirt. He had whispy dark chest hair, and a slightly rotund belly that looked more like thickness than outright fat. Lucky fucking prick, getting to do this with two high school girls way too hot for men of our age.

All of a sudden, Vanessa sat upright on the bed, sitting on her ankles, looking at the stud. The now-topless male and the topless blonde, sitting up herself, reached to my daughter's blouse and simultaneously began unbuttoning it while Vanessa stood still, grinning. "Mmm, she's nice," the stud whispered as they peeled off Vanessa's blouse to reveal her cream-colored bra, "didn't we find a hot one, Foxy?"

"Mmm oh yeah," the blonde purred back, leaning up to lick Vanessa's neck, making my daughter moan. "Mmm let's fuck her."

I was hoping they'd get to see Vanessa's sexy, proporionate a-cup titties, but they didn't move for her bra. Instead, the stud went to kiss my daughter, and Vanessa slowly lowered herself to her butt in the middle of the bed. Seeing your own daughter making out with a girl is hot; seeing her kissing a man, and an adult at that, shot an arrow through my heart. I felt fatherly -- awww, my baby found a man! -- but, under the circumstances, it was just hot as fuck. My cock ached to be grabbed, so it could cum. It was leaking precum at a painful rate. I saw the stranger in my house shoving his fat manly tongue into my daughter's young mouth, his hand cupping the back of her head as she lowered herself to the bed, flat on her back.

While my daughter kissed the male, the topless blonde was on her knees, her red thong stretched way above the top of her jeans above her little skinny ass. Foxanna was unzipping Vanessa's jeans, then when opened, the blonde tugged them off (with Vanessa's help) to strip my daughter down to her bra and panties. She had on matching cream bra and panties, and the satin panties were trimmed with lace. They weren't around for long. Foxanna wasted no time reaching up again, grabbing the panties, and yanking them down Vanessa's fleshy thighs and calves. Tossed aside, Foxanna had left Vanessa only in her bra.

The stud leaned up now, looking down at my lusty daughter who stared back up at him, then down at Foxanna. The stud was kneeling next to Vanessa, while he unfastened his pants. I was aching to see what kind of tool he had for her, she so needed a big dick. Foxanna spread Vanessa's slender legs and began kissing up from her ankle, higher and higher, while Vanessa's pink vagina was dripping wet. Shaved, bald pussy, I might add; fresh, too. Vanessa prepared herself for this afternoon.

My eyes watched in guilty fascination as Foxanna bent over, those big tits swaying, while she licked and kissed her way up Vanessa's legs and thighs toward my daughter's pink slit. By now the stud was pulling his slacks off of his feet, leaving him in underwear (briefs) and dark ankle-high socks. His back and butt were facing me, I couldn't see the size of his bulge. But Vanessa could, and her eyes were glued to it. But then the blonde's tongue hit Vanessa's clitoris, and my daughter's eyes rolled and her mouth opened. "Uhhhh!" My daughter's moan was delicious, my cock wanted to cum from that too. Another girl's tongue was now wrapping around Vanessa's wet clitty, tugging at it, while an adult male was pushing his underwear off of his legs near Vanessa's head.

Oh, my, there was that monster. Seven inches? At least. Not anything inhuman like 10 inches, but it was severely long, and fat. No, thick. It was wide as her fist, base to head, cut, with huge balls dangling. The guy shaved his crotch, so his entire shaft and scrotum were visible. It looked sexy, too; I instantly decided I had to do that. Not that I'd want to emphasize my 5.5 inches. The head of the prick was a little helmet, all swollen and pointing forward. Below, Vanessa was now looking at it lustfully. She'd seen cock, for sure; she wasn't scared, she was hungry.

I couldn't move a muscle, both hands glued to my knees as I leaned forward, watching. My back and legs ached from holding this position, but I wasn't going to go anywhere or risk making a noise, or worse, risk missing a moment of this three-way fucking.

Vanessa's knees parted wide like butterfly wings, and I could see the blonde's long hair and back of her head bobbing over Vanessa's crotch. Meanwhile, partially obscured time to time as the guy moved back and forth, he leaned way over -- pushing a hand against the wall for support -- and lowered his penis to my daughter's waiting mouth. With her eyes closed, she took the fat head of his dick into her lips and began to gladly, loudly suck on it. Vanessa was sucking cock while having a girl eat her pussy.

Now, the guilt. A huge wave of it. This has gone from spying on her masturbation, reading her emails too, to watching her at the very most private moment of her whole life, I bet. (Well, I wanted it to be, so let's go with that thought.) If you gave Vanessa a free pass to say, what's the ONE moment in her whole EXISTENCE that she'd want to hide from her father? This is it, right here. Daddy, not for you to know. No way. Ever. Fuck off. But . . . here I was, watching.

This is wrong, this is immoral. No, I didn't mean Vanessa sucking a guy's big penis while having girl/girl sex too. Okay, right, the priest would say that is immoral too. But, I'm not a priest, obviously, so let's move on shall we. No, daddy watching this. That's immoral.

On the other hand . . . there's a big-titted, topless blonde (her red thong raising above her low-rise jeans over her skinny ass) bent forward and drove her tongue into my daughter's bald hairless vagina; meanwhile, my daughter was sucking the mammoth, rock-hard cock of some adult ethnic stud, her eyelids half-closed as she moaned lost in delight. What, I was supposed to NOT watch?

So at that moment in time, I told myself, we'll deal with the guilt and emotions tomorrow, or tonight. Right now, we have to gather all of the facts. Plus, it's not like I can go anywhere. So, I better just hunker down and enjoy the show. I mean, as Bobby Knight once said, if you're going to get raped, you might as well lay back and enjoy it, right? (Now, I know he got a ton of shit for saying that; and most of you are probably asking, who the fuck is Bobby Knight? But, the point is well made, anyway.)

Foxanna's pussy-licking grew frenetic, her mouth was flying all over Vanessa's clitoris and slit, even down to her little puckered asshole, and Vanessa grabbed her own knees to spread ultra-wide for the bisexual bitch. The stud was forcing a few inches of meat into Vanessa's stretched-open jaw and mouth, really poking her cheek out of shape, boning her teenage mouth into nearly the back of it. I thought he was trying to throat-fuck her, which I would have loved to see, but it didn't happen; he just pumped like 4 inches of that tool, maybe half of it, into her mouth over and over, his meaty ass rising and falling above her body.

I was lost in lust, so happy for my daughter to be enjoying this. She let go of her knees and reached down, clutching Foxanna's head with both hands, pulling the girl's tongue into her cunt hard. Vanessa's body began to undulate violently and I could tell she was nearing a cum. The stud was happy to just pork Vanessa's mouth over and over, while watching the blonde eat Vanessa's pussy. Vanessa squealed, as best she could choking on a prick, and she came hard around the blonde's tongue.

Then, to my much-anticipated delight, I hit the jackpot. Foxanna leaned up and sat on her little butt, her face dripping with the juices from Vanessa's cunt, while the naked stud pulled his penis out of my daughter's gaping mouth. The blonde crawled around to lay on her side parallel to Vanessa, while the male moved between Vanessa's legs. Vanessa was going to get fucked! She was going to get cock! It's exactly what she needed, and what I wanted for her, and I adored that I would get to see this. I hated myself for it too, but that's for another day. Vanessa kept her fleshy, creamy legs parted, her hands on the stud's thick wide hips, guiding him into place. Foxanna watched intently. I saw the stud's almost fat, meaty ass, not very hairy, moving over Vanessa's pelvis, and her nude legs and feet rose up from either side of him. I couldn't see IT, but, for now, I didn't need to.

Vanessa screamed. The stud moaned. Foxanna's eyes grew. His ass rammed forward, my daughter's eyes closed, and she was getting fucked, that long cock was now entering her pussy. I was so fucking hot, I pumped my unfathomably painful erection, and it only took about four strokes to start cumming, and I mean, cumming HARD. I'd brought a towel for the occasion, and I quickly remembered to hold it in front of my penis just at the last possible moment, catching my shooting sperm.




Daddy's Obsession



On the bed past the shielding closet door, the adult stud was humping my 18 year old daughter, pounding his thick body up and down over her, pushing her erection into her twat deeper and deeper. Her legs pulled up more, she was almost bent in half backwards, and his ass too raised up. Briefly he spread his thighs, and between them I could see her round pale ass, and his fat shaved balls banging it, driving his prick into her vaigna. Her hands were on his upper arms, holding him as he fucked her, driving harder and harder until I am sure his entire length was inside her. It was way more cock than Daddy could ever give her, that's for sure.

As Vanessa moaned and screamed from the thick deep fucking, Foxanna reached a hand between the two fuckers and must have been toying with my daughter's clitty. Vanessa screamed louder. The blonde had this serious look on her face, working her arm hard to rub and grind while Vanessa was getting screwed by the adult male. My daughter began having orgasms and rapidly too; those shrieks and high-pitched moans were familiar to me, but they came much louder, one after another.

The guy was liking my daughter's pussy. "Oh, I'm gonna fucking cum," he grunted, but it wasn't really a statement instead of more like a prediction. After a good ten minutes or so of pounding my princess on top of her, he pulled out and leaned up on his knees, his long thick penis drooling with juices. "Get on your knees baby." His hands reached down, moving her into a position I was dying to see. Her fabulous round ass and thick thighs, again not fat just fleshy, pointed at the male behind her. Looking back at him over her broad, bony shoulders, Vanessa's eyes begged him for more sex. He held her hips firmly, his bronzed hands against her pale-white skin, and rubbed his penis to her pussylips in preparation for entering her.

Foxanna watched while unfastening her jeans, then when the male began fucking my daughter doggy-style, Foxanna climbed off the bed and stood on the floor long enough to bend over (drooping those hot tits down) and push both her jeans and red thong off. Standing nude, I saw the shaved pussy of that blonde. Damned delicious; pale pink, puffy lips; so thin between her super-slender thighs and hips. She made to move onto the bed, as if to sit under Vanessa's face to get eaten, but the bed didn't have that much space, where Vanessa was kneeling. So, the stud pulled out of my daughter and crawled backwards, pulling Vanessa with him, and Foxanna then slid her nude body onto her back with her cunt right under my daughter's face.

The stud pushed his penis into Vanessa's pussy from behind, and now the three were effectively turned sideways to me, down the length of the bed, so I could see his penis moving in and out behind her hips and butt. I didn't see penetration, just his cock like a piston as her ass and thighs bumped up against his fat body. Vanessa's dark-brown long hair spilled around her face, hiding her tongue from me as she starting to lick the girl's pussy, but Foxanna was a joy to watch. The blonde's jaw was agape, her tongue poking in and out, while her eyes fluttered and she held her own fat tits. With Vanassa licking her pussy, Foxanna began undulating her hips in circles under Vanessa's face. Foxanna then opened her eyes to watch Vanessa's ass crash backwards into the stud, while Vanessa took the entire length of that massive dick into her teenage cunt.

The stud, to my satisfaction, was staring down at the same ass that I admired all the time. "Mmm, her pussy's so tight," he grunted approvingly, poking his bone in and out faster. "She's a good fuck."

The blonde nodded and whimpered. "Uh huh, she's hot," agreed the skinny tall slut, "mmm, eat me you bitch."

Calling my daughter a bitch? The bitch's Daddy found that . . . totally erotic.

Vanessa got fucked from the rear while eating the blonde's cunt, until the stud reached down to Vanessa's head and grabbed a thick handful of her long hair. With a yank, he jerked Vanessa's entire torso upward, pulling her mouth off the blonde. Vanessa yelped in pain, clenching her eyes shut, but she sat half-upright while taking cock even farther into her pussy. One hand holding her hair like a horse's reins and his other pushing her hips forward, the stud slammed his fat dick powerfully into my daughter with loud SMACK SMACK SMACK noises of his body against her thighs and ass time after time.

Foxanna watched the other two fucking doggy-style, then she got into the act. I swear, I could not have scripted this if someone has asked me. The nude blonde rolled onto her back and swung around, sliding 69-position under my daughter. Vanessa spread her fleshy thighs a bit, to accommodate the entry of the blonde's face under Vanessa's cunt. With the blonde now under my daughter, Foxanna had her face directly below Vanessa's pussy where the stud's dick was penetrating it over and over, and over and over, and over and over. Vanessa kept her head up -- as the stud kept pulling at her hair tangled in his fist -- while the blonde obviously was licking cock and balls and pussy and clit.

Vanessa fucking screamed, and it was a shrill, top-of-the-lungs scream, "AHHHHH!" as she must have had one intense orgasm. The stud was fucking her ravenously, pounding mercilessly, he let go of Vanessa's hair and grabbed her hips in both hands. Screaming himself, he pounded her small body with increasingly loud slaps until at last he groaned and uttered gibberish, and shoved his penis into my daughter. His body trembled and muscles spasmed, and he was unloading his baby-making sauce into my daughter's unprotected pussy.

With the male cumming inside Vanessa, the blonde kept licking away until he was spent, and he pulled back to sit on his ass, catching his breath, his semi-hard, red-hot cock completely saturated in slimy cum and pussy juices. Foxanne continued to lick Vanessa's twat, even sliding down more to get her mouth and tongue against the pussy from behind, and Foxanna pushed Vanessa's face into the blonde's shaved cunt. The two girls did a 69 in front of the just-cummed stud, while Daddy joyously stared from inside the closet. It was all incredibly, deliciously hot. Let me tell you, even from inside the closet, the room smelled fucking disgusting, it was a total turn-on.

The blonde must have been sucking cum out of Vanessa's pussy, she was really hungry for it. Her face smushed between Vanessa's thighs under her butt, driving tongue into my daughter's bald twat. Meanwhile Vanessa was daintily licking at the blonde's cunt, but I think she was too worn out from the fucking, she wasn't nearly as driven to tongue-fuck the blonde. So Vanessa sort of leaned up, then with the stud reaching out, Vanessa came to a full squat on top of the blonde's face. Behind her, the stud unfastened my daughter's bra and finally took it off, then reached around to cup her A-cup boobies. Vanessa looked back over her shoulder and offered her mouth, and I watched my daughter start to kiss the male again while Vanessa rode the blonde's tongue. I could clearly see Vanessa's reddened, soft pussylips directly against Foxanna's chin, and time to time I saw the tongue driving into my brunette daughter's pussy, while cum and juices drooled over Foxanna's cheeks and neck.

Breaking the kiss to allow Vanessa to just concentrate on riding the blonde's tongue, the stud leaned down and stuck his face over the blonde's spread-open pelvis. I couldn't see it directly, but he began lapping at the girl's cunt, just like the girl was licking my daughter's twat. Vanessa leaned upright squatting over Foxanna's mouth, holding her own little titties, pinching her smallish nipples, her mouth open as she gasped for air and gyrated her round butt and got her pussy licked.

The stud was getting hard again, pretty quickly, so he crawled off the bed -- that penis looked amazing, all hard, as he walked around -- and moved on top of the blonde now, ready to enter her just like he'd fucked Vanessa earlier. With Vanessa still sitting on the other girl's mouth to get her cunt filled with girl tongue, the stud rubbed his pecker a few times over the blonde's pink lips, then he inserted it in the skinny girl's slit to start fucking her. Foxanna's thin legs pulled up and open, and her back arched more, shoving those big hot tits into the air above my daughter's bed.

Leaning forward while fucking the blonde, the stud moved his mouth to my daughter's boobies, and she leaned into his face to allow him. I watched the adult male's fat pink tongue start lapping circles around her soft-pink hard little nipple, and Vanessa cooed in pleasure while grinding her pussy harder on Foxanna's mouth. Vanessa was in full charge, working herself into a frenzy, and she started cumming again, with her pussy and tits being entertained by tongues. Foxanna had one of her own hands over her pussy, fingering her clitty, while the ethnic stud's fat cock was working in and out of her twat.

My daughter laughed as her latest cum subsided. "Oh fuck oh fuck!" She was cackling at how sore her body was; she sort of fell off of Foxanna's face, crumpling onto her ass on her own pillows. She watched the stud fucking Foxanna, and Vanessa particularly stared at the fat cock inside the tight pussy and also at the D-cup tits on the blonde jiggling from the pounding her body was receiving.

Then, Vanessa seemed to have an idea, and this is where crippling fear overtook her father. Naked Vanessa climbed off the bed at the far side from me, near her night stand, and she leaned over to grab the phone. The phone! While the stud fucked the blonde, Vanessa picked up the phone, dialed, and while it was ringing did a "Shhhh!" noise with finger over mouth. The male and other female grinned but quieted down, still fucking just slowly, as Vanessa's call begin.

Her words into the phone were, like, death over me.

"Hi, is my father there? It's Vanessa."

HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHE IS CALLING MY HOLY FUCKING OFFICE.

Her face scowled at the answer she received. "No? But he said he had a meeting today? Oh . . . oh, he doesn't huh? Welll . . . where? Oh."

See, my lie at the office was, I had some "errands" to run. The holidays were coming up, so it was conceivable I was shopping, you know. But whatever Vanessa thought it meant, it had an implication.

"Ah, well, no, no message . . . I can try his cellphone . . . ok, thank you!"

And now, more fear. HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LEFT MY CELLPHONE IN THE KITCHEN, AND I FORGOT TO TURN OFF THE RINGER.

So, if she calls my cellphone, it will ring in the house. And she'd know . . . .

Talk about deflating a hard cock. You should have seen it.

But, even as my heart shriveled like a dickie coming out of the pool, Vanessa just put the phone down and shrugged. "Problem?" the guy quipped, his dick still inside Foxanna's cunt. Vanessa looked at him and shrugged, "I don't know when he'll be home, could be anytime I guess."

"Fuck," Foxanna moaned from underneath the adult male, "you said --"

Vanessa nodded. "Yeah, well, I guess not." But, horny and nude with these other two, she was undeterred. "I'll just have to keep an ear out." She walked her hot naked body around the bed -- directly in front of the closet door, thank you -- and opened her bedroom door, I guess to hear sounds better. Then, she crawled back onto the bed, sitting on her butt with her legs together to one side, near Foxanna's head, watching the guy hump the girl.

Foxanna looked back at my daughter. "Wanna fuck him again? I can get this cock alot any other time." How thoughtful of her to share, I thought to myself.

Vanessa smiled. "Mmm, you sure? Fuck yeah."

The stud shoved his cock deep into Foxanna, drawing a yelp from the blonde, and he left it there while turning to smile at Vanessa. How you want me, baby?"

My daughter pointed at the bed. "Mmm, get on your back sweetstuff, I'm gonna ride that hot cock."

Sweetstuff! That's what she calls her Daddy! It has been a term of endearment since she was a little girl; I mean, she can't now use that on a guy fucking her brains out. Can she?

He did as told, withdrawing from the blonde's hot pussy to sit on his butt, arms behind him propping his meaty torso up, his long penis pointing at the ceiling. I watched my daughter's hot ass crawl over him, squatting, and Foxanna reached out to hold his penis upright until Vanessa got her pink slit right over the head. Vanessa squatted down, and she whined, as that cock began stretched her teenage pussy again. He huffed and thrust his ass up, shoving dick into her, while she lowered herself on it.

I got a perfect view of my daughter riding that penis. He lay flat on his back now, feet facing me, and her back and ass pumped back and forth. I watched her round ass ripple as she slammed backwards, and I saw his fat dick drive into her vagina while his balls bounced underneath.She had her hands on his shoulders and chest, propping herself up as she rode him, pounding her butt down to drive that long fat erection deep up inside her wet tight pussy. Her juices dripped and bubbled on his shaft, coating his balls, thighs and asscheeks in her slimy clear liquid.

Foxanna watched the fucking, reaching into her crotch to rub her pussy a few moments. She was still horny and needed sex, so she climbed to her knees and crawled over the stud's face. Those twin tits on the blonde were amazing; over her little ribcage they stuck out like balloons. They looked real; they didn't have the fake roundness of actual balloons. I watched those breasts with the ultra-long pointy tits as she lowered her bald cunt onto the stud's mouth, getting some tongue in herself while Vanessa was getting cock in front of her. With those breasts directly in front of her, Vanessa wasted no time leaning forward, licking and sucking the blonde's big tits again while humping the stud. Daddy was lost in lust, my eyes moving from Vanessa's perfect round butt with the fat cock in her cunt, up to Vanessa's pretty face licking the big tits of the sexy blonde.

The stud reached out to rub Vanessa's clit, and that was obviously her magic button. Within a minute, Vanessa was leaning upright now, back arched, Foxanna stroking her little boobies, and roaring to another cum. It was a big hard cum, Vanessa's buttcheeks clenched tight for like a minute and she rammed her pelvis down on the fat dick to keep it as deep in her as it would go. Finally she exhaled, laughing, and she fell onto her side on the bed, moaning in delight.

Foxanna wasted no time to reverse herself and climb on top of the fat adult male cock. What a contrast; now I saw the skinny tall blonde put her teen pussy over the penis, rubbing her pussylips on it, then she sank down on it. I got to see that little skinny ass riding the fat prick, and her thin body looked so frail riding the meaty nude adult. "Fuck yeah!" the blonde shrieked, pushing her pussy down more until he was basically all the way up inside her.

The blonde was quite a fuck. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" She was exhaling noisily, and taking deep gulps of breath too, while her ass wiggled furiously in circles, whipping that cock around back and forth, side to side. Her thin hips did most of the work, working around and around to fuck that huge penis inside her. The stud kept still mostly, looking up at her breasts above his face (out of my sight, unfortunately) while her wet hairless cunt slid back and forth on his pole (directly in my sight, thankfully). She grew more and more noisy, panting and huffing, shrieking, until she had her own orgasm now, grinding it out on his penis. "Fuck yeahhhhhh!"

As soon as her cum came down, it seemed, he smacked her ass, and she climbed off of him, away from Vanessa. With his penis free, my horny daughter got back onto her knees, faced him, and crawled over his cock again. I watched her reach back to hold his dick and she slipped it into her vagina again, and started riding him again. Lucky prick, getting girls to share his fat cock like this.

Vanessa arched her back and rode him up and down, showing off her boobies as he watched from the bed, and Foxanna just watched sitting at the side. Vanessa pumped her body up and down and kept that cock deep in her for a good, I don't know, ten minutes, before Foxanna was horny too and the blonde reached to Vanessa's clitty. You know the drill. Vanessa grabbed Foxanna's wrist, not to push it away but hold the blonde's fingers against her clitty, and Vanessa had a body-wrenching orgasm.

Then, still fucking the cock, Vanessa pulled Foxanna's wet fingers to her mouth and, staring Foxanna directly in the eyes, licked them clean of her juices one by one. Just like I had once watched Vanessa lick off her juices from her own fingers.

Foxanna leaned up, like she was going to climb on board now, but the stud reached to grab his dick at the base. "Gotta cum," he moaned, "gimme some lips to suck it off."

Well, now what kind of fantasy is that, telling two teenage girls to suck you off? With both naked girls kneeling and leaning over at his sides, they opened their mouths and stretched out their 18-year-old tongues onto his rigid adult penis. I watched in lust, jealousy, and joy as the girls moaned and slid their tongues up and down his shaft, around his cockhead, and over his balls, back and forth. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahh," he groaned louder and louder, with the blonde and brunette blowing his fat bronzed dick.

I got so hard seeing his cock erupt. A shot of gooey thick sperm spit up into the air, and came down on Vanessa's nose and Foxanna's cheek. He grabbed his penis at the base to jerk it, and both girls leaned up and stuck their tongues out over the head. He shot wad after wad, streaking the cum over their cheeks and noses, then depositing more of it on their waiting tongues. He aimed it back and forth, giving equal amounts of sperm to the two sluts.

Then, in true slut fashion, when his cum was over, the girls kissed over his dick. With cum on their faces and in their mouths, they swapped that sperm back and forth, breaking the kiss to lick more of it from each other's faces, then sharing it over and over until the sperm and their saliva was one big gooey, bubbly mess. They laughed together, licking it from each other's mouths, until they both swallowed it.

As the girls made out, the stud (and me) watched, then he excused himself and sat upright on the bed. Foxanna broke the kiss, smiling at him. "Mmm, what time do you have to get home to wifey?" The stud shrugged, looking around for a clock. "I dunno, soon maybe, what time is it?" He spied the alarm clock and shrugged again. "It's all good, I got time, you know."

But he still got off the bed, semi-rigid cock jutting from his crotch, and pointed at the door. "If you ladies excuse me, I got some bizz-nezz in that little room down the hall." He moved out of my sight to take his pee.

On the bed, the girls smiled and giggled. "Isn't he fun?" Foxanna grinned, rolling onto her back and butt, exposing her pussy to the pervert in the closet. "I'm gonna miss him when I go to college next year."

Vanessa ignored the comment, instead looking off at Foxanna's tits and pussy. "Mmm, take me with you," my horny daughter moaned, then she leaned forward. I watched her kiss the blonde, Vanessa moving onto her knees bending forward while pushing her face into Foxanna's. With tongues again entwined, Foxanna spread her thighs and Vanessa slipped her fingers to the blonde's twat. The experienced twat-fucking fingers rubbed the blonde's clit but then dove for the hole, and Vanessa rammed two digits into the other girl's pussy while they made out, the blonde lying on her back.

Daddy was jerking off, although my cock felt spent. It was just so fucking hot I couldn't help myself. I'd only had one cum, but my balls ached and it felt like I was never going to cum again. I was so hard for all of this fucking, I had broken my dick, I think. It felt that way.




Daddy's Obsession



As the girls made out, I watched Vanessa's round soft butt hover above the bed, her knees spread, her pink vagina beckoning for attention. Meanwhile, her fingers were pumping the blonde, and Foxanna's hips undulated in rapid circles taking the two fingers into her pussy. I heard a toilet flush (the pipes are right behind my head, in the closet here), and a few seconds later the nude male entered the room. Upon seeing Vanessa leaning forward to kiss and fingerfuck Foxanna, the male smiled to himself, admired my daughter's position, and came to the bed and leaned forward himself.

I saw the stud's fat adult tongue shoot out, he began licking my daughter's clean tight little butthole. Vanessa purred, and the guy started shoving tongue up her anus. Daddy was incredibly turned on. He licked her tight butthole, then after fucking it a few moments, licked down to her pussy and clitty. His cock got hard again, even after all of this sex, and he climbed onto the bed to fuck my daughter again from the rear.

Vanessa moaned and took his dick into her pussy from behind while she kept finger-fucking the blonde. Foxanna was kissing back and clutching Vanessa's head, holding it while Foxanna rammed tongue up Vanessa's mouth. The stud held Vanessa's hips, so her body was basically in a vice at both ends, and his penis pushed in and out of Vanessa's 18 year old cunt.

I guess I was wrong, about my dick I mean, it wasn't broken, I had another cum myself there in the closet. Needed the towel again, of course.

Foxanna was having those little mini-cums girls can have, when they are so aroused and oversexed that they have one orgasm after another, their bodies on fire. She was gushing juices all around Vanessa's fingers, both of them sucking tongues, and the stud kept plowing his erect penis into Vanessa's pussy from the rear. Suddenly, a car door slammed shut outside; I knew it to be the neighbors. But the stud, worried that Vanessa's daddy could show up any time, pulled out and skipped to her window. He looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but grunted when he saw the driveway to our house still empty.

As he made his way back to the bed, Foxanna pulled my daughter's fingers out of her pussy. "I've gotta cum, bad," she moaned, spreading her legs as the stud hovered over her. "Fuck me hard baby."

He did that, driving his cock into her cunt while Vanessa kept kissing the girl. The blonde's long body tensed and, being pounded by the stud, she had her last, quivering orgasm of the afternoon.

Then, it was my daughter's turn. She moved onto her back next to Foxanna, and the stud took his place over Vanessa. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet interlocking above his ass, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They began to kiss, and he placed his penis against her cunthole, pushing it forward. I could only see his fat ass and her legs around it as he fucked her on the bed, making out, the blonde watching, until I don't know, 15 minutes later or so, he had his third orgasm, pumping another load of semen into Vanessa's pussy.

The next half hour was torturous, as they got dressed (slowly) and talked about this and that. Foxanna, it seems, was from about two hours away, a high school senior too. The stud had a wife and kids and didn't care if he was late getting home. I was sort of shocked when my daughter giggled at him at one point, and asked sweetly, "Can you get away from them this weekend? Wanna fuck?" He said sure, he'll see, and she took it as confirmation of a date. (She's only 18, she doesn't know "we'll see" means, "I doubt I can.")

But I'll skip most of this part of the story, it's boring. Eventually the two guests got into their clothing -- although, I should tell you all, watching Vanessa pull up Foxanna's thong but kissing the girl's clitty just before covering it up was precious. Vanessa and Foxanna talked about hooking up "next time" at some guy's house, so I realized it wasn't their first time today either. Vanessa didn't get dressed exactly, she only put on her long silk robe, a gift from me, which she tied loosely around her waist.

The threesome went downstairs for a while, and at some point the other two had to leave. I never heard it; I was frozen in the closet. That sucked, because I coudn't get out until I knew the coast was safe. Plus, nude -- I'd kicked off the shorts eons ago -- I would have to get dressed before sneaking out of the house go get my car. Damn! No noise. If she went into the bathroom, maybe, I'd hear it behind me, I usually did. When she opens the toilet seat, I can hear the clank. But no such noise, nothing. I was stuck here. I could risk leaving, looking around; but if she ran into me, I'd be dead meat. I found myself thinking, I suppose I could --

Closet door opened quickly.

Do you understand? THE CLOSET DOOR OPENED.

I looked up, nude, squatting on two big plastic storage bins between my daughter's less-used clothing on hangers, and found myself staring at my daughter. Standing there in her robe, nothing else, one hand still on the closet door, she blinked at me with this empty, far-off look. Not anger, not surprise, not fear, not anything. Empty.

Now, talk about mixed motions. THIS was the moment of mixed emotions.

Her eyes were on my penis, which wasn't the largest thing at the moment. Then to my face, her eyes searched mine. If I saw anything in her brown orbs, it was pity or something like that. I was pathetic in her eyes, I think, or it seemed.

She didn't say anything, her lips were close to but not quite frowning. We were eye to eye, nude father and robe-clad, just-fucked girl with two loads of cum up her pussy.

I gulped, yes, that was my first response. Now, being the man (sort of), I of course had to do something. So what did I say? Well, the first fucking thing that came to my mind. "How . . . how . . . how did you know I was here?"

Vanessa shrugged. "I saw your cellphone in the kitchen earlier. I looked around and your wallet and car keys were in your room. You weren't anywhere else, so I figured you were here." She didn't sound angry now, her statement was very matter-of-fact. She still kept holding the closet door, though, like she might shut it or something. Her eyes went to my nude smallish dick again (well, can you blame it?), then to the shorts at my feet on the floor, and the towel with my sperm at my side. I am sure the closet smelled like fuck to her too. Her eyes came back to my face. "So, were you like, here the, you know, entire thing? You were, what, watching it all?"

If there was a plausible way to deny it, I was thinking for what it would be. My conclusion? I just shrugged and said softly, "Yeah, I was."

She processed the information with flinching, standing there still and steady. Then she thought about it more, seeming to grow angry. "So, you watched me have sex, right, Dad?"

Again I nodded, I mean, what could I do?

"And, what, you weren't angry? I mean -- what, you liked it? You liked seeing me fuck?"

Yet again, I nodded.

The anger in her voice was mixed with bewilderment. "Hmm," she thought aloud, looking off as she continued to digest the information. She looked at my penis again, shriveling in fear. (What does every alpha dog do in a fight?) Then, out of nowhere, she looked at me and asked again, "Let me understand, you wanted to see me fuck? You knew we were coming and you waited?"

Well, that question had a million levels to it and, of course, there was no short answer. But instead of provoking a fight, thinking I needed to get clothing on, I answered her with a somewhat dry mouth in the half-true way. "I waited, but I had no idea you would have -- um, others here."

"Ah." That information too caused her to look around, confused. "Oh -- so you thought it would be just me, alone? What, you've been here before, watched me on my bed, on the computer? Phone too?"

She got it, alright. I shrugged, defeated. "Yeah."

"I see." More processing, more looking around, more standing there stoic. Then, out of nowhere, she shrugged and asked something I wasn't expecting. "And -- ok, Mom won't be home until like, late, right, 10 o'clock?"

Puzzled, I nodded. "I guess?"

My brunette daughter looked at my face -- blankly -- then at my dick, then at my face. She did a half-smile, like the look of a girl who had won a fight with her man. (My bitch wife gets that look.) "Well, then," she said slowly, dramatically. So here was the boom she was about to lower, right?

Vanessa untied her robe. I watched her pull it from her shoulders, she was nude in front of me. Then she backed up to her bed, slowly, making sure I was watching her, she crawled onto her bed on her back, still watching me. She spread her legs wide to the side, butterfly-style, ankles below her ass, exposing her wet sloppy vagina to her father.

Looking at me with a wry grin, she purred, "Then we have a few hours, Dad, come over and give it to me." She pushed her pelvis up into the air a bit, her drooling damp pussy offered to her father. Then, in words I recognized that maybe she knew I wrote, or maybe not didn't matter, she smiled, "If you don't get over here and fuck me right now, Dad, I think I'm going to just have to kill myself."

Her stunned but suddenly-erect father slowly crawled onto the bed, not believing a thing, thinking it was a bad nightmare and a dream fantasy all together, even as my penis started to slide into her sloppy-wet pussy. It was tight but so warm and wet, filled with all that cum from the hot stud earlier. "Oh fuck that's good Daddy," she purred, reaching her arms around my neck to lean me down for a kiss, "I'm so fucking wet, fuck me, fuck me every day Daddy, I need it so bad all the time, can I be your slut?"


"Your mom hates fucking me," I reported, wondering to myself why I said that, either as a disclaimer of my abilities or an explanation of why I was horny for my down daughter.

"Mmm, fuck her," Vanessa purred against my lips, licking my lips, "I'm so horny all the time, we must be alike, you can fuck me every day when I get home from school."

I laughed, suddenly alive and happy like never in my life, but playfully I got her to promise something. Yes, I'd fuck her every day after school, I'd try to telecommute basically every day now, and we could fuck like rabbits. But, only on one condition. What's that? she cried as we were already fucking hard, and you could tell in her voice she'd say yes to anything. So I went for it, and got what I wanted. We've been fucking daily since, and she kept her part of the promise by bringing Foxanna over several times for raunchy Daddy-daughter threesomes. Not to mention the weekend-long fuckfests with the hot 20-something receptionist at my firm.

The day I told my bitch wife I was leaving her, and got an apartment down the hall from Vanessa's new apartment? No mixed emotions. I'm so over those.