13 comments/ 263042 views/ 50 favorites Daddy's Sexy Summer With Daughter By: andtheend Daughter comes of age by teasing and playing her Dad for money. * I'm Sabrina. I was Daddy's little girl, that is, until I became Daddy's sexy lady. This is my story. Daddy created a monster out of guilt, when he left me, after divorcing my Mom when I was nine-years-old. Then, ten years later, after he sexually used me and incestuously abused me, when I was nineteen-years-old, the guilt he had grew and my hold on him strengthened. I learned how to play men by playing my Dad. When my Dad divorced my Mom, I was just a child. Because of the guilt he felt leaving me behind in the custody of my Mom, whenever I asked him for anything, he bought me whatever it was I wanted. A quick learner, ask and I shall receive, that was the start of me playing my Dad. I gave him what he needed, love and affection, and he gave me what I wanted, toys and clothes. Money wasn't an issue. My Dad had money, lots of money. Fortunately for me, even though Daddy had a new life with a new wife and she had children from a previous marriage, three boys, I'll always be Daddy's little girl. He bought me a Nintendo game and Cabbage Patch dolls, before anyone else had them. All my friends were jealous. Saturday visits culminated with him taking me to FAO Schwartz to pick out whatever I wanted. It was Christmas whenever I saw Daddy, which wasn't very often, as he traveled the globe. Barbie dolls were my favorite, his too, now that I'm his tall, blonde, and busty Barbie doll. Learning early how to play men by playing my Dad, I received positive emotions from men and negative ones from women. I get along better with men than I do women. Women, do doubt, see me for who I am, a user and abuser of men. What does it matter? It's all just a game, an exchange of services for goods. I give them what they want from me and I get what I want from them. The American way, capitalism in the bedroom instead of the boardroom, what's wrong with that? As prostitution is on the streets, so isn't prostituting oneself the same in business. A win/win scenario, it's a transaction of life where everyone is happy, so long as you keep your mouth shut. We can't have any whistle blowers here for wives to ruin everyone's sexy time. Don't get me wrong, I'm a good person, but it's difficult playing nice with women, who'd rather just scratch out my eyes. They all think I'm going to steal their men. Can you imagine their stupidity? I don't want their men. I just want their money. Starting with my Dad, I just like teasing men, driving them crazy, until their cocks are as hard for me as their lust is hot for me. That's when they'll do anything and give me anything to have me. All my friends are men. I love teasing men, I do. It's fun. It's profitable. It started with Daddy. So long as I showed Daddy whatever he wanted to see of sexy me, he'd do anything for his baby girl. So long as I allowed him to touch whatever he wanted to touch of me, he'd buy me anything. After I saw and touched whatever Daddy wanted me to see and to touch of him, he gave me whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. "Daddy? Can you buy me a new car?" "What color?" The incestuous part of our relationship didn't start until much later, when I was nineteen-years-old, that summer after I had graduated from high school. Having lived most my life with my Mom, I lived with my Dad that summer, before I went off to college. It was a year before he married his second wife and it was just me and him alone in that big house. Because of custody issues, after not spending much time with my Dad during my childhood, we had a blast that summer. His way of making up for lost time, we did everything together, but sleep together, in a bed, that is. My Dad had been talking about dating and eventually marrying again. He wasn't very computer savvy and he asked me if he should join an Internet dating site. I told him he should and I even helped him to post his profile. At only 44-years-old, he was still a good looking man and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he met someone he liked. Definitely and especially with his money, he was a good catch for any woman. Our sexual affair started innocently enough, when I was setting up his dating profile online. I didn't think anything of sitting in my nightgown, while typing on the computer, but I guess my horny Dad thought it was a bigger deal that I did. I felt his leering eyes staring down my open nightgown top at my C cup breasts. Definitely uncomfortable by this inappropriate attention from my Dad, at first I was mortified, sickened, and embarrassed that my Dad was trying to see my tits. Yet, thinking with my head instead of my modesty, once those feelings washed over me, I realized my opportunity. If all I had to do was to flash my Dad to maintain his attention and focus on me, maybe I could make this work for me. Even though he was my Dad, not having had him in my life for so long, other than him helping to give birth to me, I really didn't owe him anything. If anything he owed me for abandoning me and my Mom when I was just a kid. Even though I was of age with our incestuous relationship began, we never shared that strong father/daughter bond that stops most Dads from crossing the incestuous line with their child. Now that I knew that he was contemplating marrying again, one day, I needed somehow to keep a financial hold over him. I feared that his new wife, whoever she may be, would get her greedy claws on my share of his money. He no longer had to support me, now that I was of legal age. For me to stay connected to my Dad, I had to come up with a devious plan, so that he'd always give me money. What better way to do that than by playing the incest card and controlling him with guilt? Practical and pragmatic, I was Daddy's little girl, after all. He made his fortune in business by being the same. A chip off his old block, if he could use and abuse his business partners, why couldn't I do the same with my Daddy? It may have meant something more to my Dad but to me our relationship was no more than a business deal. I had the goods and he needed my services. As his only child and his loving daughter, maybe my Dad was hoping to reconnect with me, but from the start I was looking to accept however much money he was willing to give me by playing the incestuous victim. With a summer to accomplish my mission and with access to his screen name and password, I deleted those women who contacted him, before he read their messages and took an interest in them. I needed to implement my plan before some woman wedged herself between Daddy's money and me by giving him sex. For my plan to work, I needed for him to stay horny. I knew he was lonely and I knew he was attracted to me, since I looked just like my pretty Mom, when she was younger, slimmer, and sexier. I figured I'd use my good looks and my hot body to get what I wanted from him by giving him what he needed from me. A fair exchanged, it was my first business deal. Without doubt, if Daddy knew the ruthlessness of his soulless daughter, he'd not only approve but also he'd be proud. After having watched my tall, blonde, buxom Mom get all that she wanted from my Dad for so long with sex, my sexuality was all that I had to offer to get what I needed from Daddy, too. A vicious cycle like Mom like daughter and like Daddy, too, we were the perfect, dysfunctional family. I played my part of the innocent daughter by unmercifully teasing him. I made sure that my bikini was loose enough that every time I dived in the water, my boobs would pop out or I'd lose my bikini bottom. Easy to get his attention, I had a good time flashing my Dad. "Daddy! Watch me! Tell me what I'm doing wrong or right, when I dive. Okay? Watch me, Daddy! Watch me!" Always he watched because I'd gave him a show. After I flashed him my boobs or my ass, pretending I was embarrassed, I turned my back to him to push my boobs back in my top or swim across the pool bottomless to retrieve my bikini bottom. I knew these oops moments would get him in the mood for what I had planned on doing later that night, just as I knew these accidental flashes would make him horny. If I wasn't hanging out by the pool in my skimpy bikini, a bathing suit that left little to the imagination, then I was shamelessly walking around the house in my short, low cut nightgown or sheer baby dolls. From wearing a bikini in the late morning to wearing sleep ware in the early evening, I looked hot in everything I modeled for Daddy. A horny man alone with a sexy seductress, he didn't have a chance in Hell of keeping his hands off me. "More coffee, Daddy?" When I leaned over him to pour his coffee, my open nightgown top was at his eye level. Pretending not to realize that I was showing, as much as I was showing, I pretended not to notice that he was looking. I gave him plenty of down nightgown peeks during breakfast and up nightgown flashes after breakfast, while sitting on the couch watching TV. Except for holidays and birthdays, even though we haven't spend much time together over the years, as any father and daughter would, we quickly grew close. "Daddy, how come you don't have a girlfriend?" "Oh, I haven't met anyone, yet. To be truthful, I've been too busy with work to have a personal life. This is my first break from work and I was happy that I could take the time to spend the summer with you, Sabrina," he said giving me a smile and a pat on the knee. After he told me that he hadn't been with a woman in a while, with Daddy always looking to see what he could see of me, I knew he was horny. I figured he was too busy with business to have sex. I figured, after he stole some down nightgown looks and up nightgown peeks of my body, he'd probably masturbate over the thoughts of what he saw of me, while hoping to see and, maybe even touch more later, when I was lounging by the pool. "Did you put sunscreen on, Sabrina?" "I can't get as good a tan with wearing sunscreen, Daddy. Besides, I can't reach back there." On the pretense of rubbing sunscreen on my body to protect my skin from sun damage, he always felt and saw more of his sexy daughter than any Daddy should. Alone and so lonely, it was a time when he was drinking more than he should and I knew he was lonely and horny for me. A fun father and daughter bonding time, every evening, I'd have a nightcap or two with him, while watching a movie. "What movie are we watching tonight, Daddy?" "Pick whichever one you want, Sabrina," he said. "You always end up falling asleep anyway," he said with a laugh. "I can't help it, Daddy. Alcohol makes me sleepy," I said with an exaggerated yawn, after taking a sip of my drink. Slowly slouching in slumber, as if he had drugged me, I'd pretend to fall asleep with my head on his stomach. To tease him, I'd leave my hand high on his thigh and my fingers nearly in contact with his testicles. After a while, I could feel his stiff prick pulsating and poking me in the side of my face. As if afraid to feel me, as he held me, for fear that he'd awaken me, his hand remained poised on the side of my hip or his fingertips felt the side of my breast, as I slept. Waiting to see, what he'd do and how far he'd go, it was a dangerous game of incestuous daring we played. I continued pretending that I was sleeping. Every evening, he'd get me to drink more. I made sure that he knew that one was my limit, that two got me giddily high, and the third one put me to sleep. "I'm going to freshen my drink. Do you want another drink, Sabrina?" "I'll be sound asleep, Daddy, if I have one more drink but, sure, why not? I'm on vacation and I'm here safe with you, instead of in a bar where someone could take advantage of me." Whenever sleeping on Daddy, I made sure my nightgown top was open and the hem of my nightgown was raised high enough to show him some skin and enough for him to imagine the rest. After teasing him by showing him so much of my body that he so desperately wanted to see and so desperately wanted to feel, no doubt, a good sign that my plan was working, he was always walking around the house with an erection. I pretended not to notice his state of constant arousal, but I always did. The pool was the perfect place to play. Every time we played in the pool, he'd poke me with his stiff cock from behind. He loved swimming up from behind, surprising me, before grabbing me around my middle. Always, accidentally on purpose, I suspected, his hands slid up, until he grabbed more tit than waist. He felt more of his daughter's body than any father should. Then, I'd do the same to him, swim up from behind and grab him around the middle. Resting my bikini bra clad big breasts on his back, he enjoyed taking me around the pool for a ride. Always, I rewarded him with accidental on purpose feels of his swollen cock. Innocent father and daughter amusement, it was just a game we played and neither of us said anything about what we felt or what we touched. As our father and daughter alone time progressed, as if I didn't notice, he started not wearing underwear beneath his pajamas. After cuddling on the couch with me, while watching a movie, I watch his cock tent his pajama bottoms. Then, when I pretended to fall asleep with my head on his stomach, the side of his erect, hairy, pulsating penis was clearly visible through his pee hole opening in his pajamas. To be honest, seeing the erect side of Daddy's cock peeking out made me horny and wet. With his big house poised high on the hill away from all the others, there weren't any boys where he lived and I was horny for some male companionship that summer. Always, acting so much like the virginal daughter, I feigned my innocence. For sure, my plan wouldn't work any other way. I had to pretend that he was the one taking advantage of me and not the other way around. If I had to play my trump card later, his guilt was a powerful tool to use, when asking for his continued financial support. I pretended that I didn't notice his erection and/or the partial sight of his cock and, whenever I pretended not to notice, is when he started becoming more obvious in what he showed and more aggressive in what he touched. While holding me, he started feeling more of my body by putting his hand where it would surely slip down on my boob or my ass should I move, as I slept. Maybe he wanted to see my reaction to me seeing his cock and to him touching me. Maybe he was hoping I'd make the next move but, without doubt, he was intent on flashing me his cock, while touching more of my body. Working to my benefit, I knew that the more obvious and aggressive he became now, the more ashamed and guilty he'd be later. In the way that he looked at me and touched me, definitely, he had already crossed the incestuous line in what was appropriate father and daughter behavior. Now, that he was exposing his cock to me, I had him just where I wanted him. Even though the tips of my fingers were nearly in contact with his partially exposed prick, knowing that he would, I waited for him to readjust the position of his body, while I pretended to sleep. Always, he readjusted the position of his body, so that my fingertips were in contact with the side of his exposed cock. Not very subtle, he was so sneaky, but as long as he thought that he was taking advantage of me, instead of the other way around, I was still in control. After spending nearly the entire summer making him insane with incestuous lust and forbidden desire for me, my plan was working. From me flashing him and him touching me to him flashing me and me barely touching him, I needed to raise the stakes. Now or never, it was towards the end of the summer, a few weeks before I was to leave him for college that things quickly escalated. Something that he so looked forward to, our routine was to have a few drinks, while watching a movie, my excuse to pretend to fall asleep with my head on his stomach and my hand nearly in his lap. One night, while he was pretending to be napping, something he'd routinely do, so that he could look down my top, his entire cock slipped out of his pajama bottoms. I couldn't believe it. For me to see his entire exposed prick was such an unexpected sight. Instead of me having to take it to the next level, Dad had already raised the stakes by betting the farm. As good of a poker player as my Dad, since he was my teacher, should I raise him or call him or maybe he thought I was just bluffing. I was staring at Daddy's prick. This is the cock that impregnated my Mom and that made me. Wow? As if looking at it as a personally historic relic in the museum of Sabrina, I stared at it. From where my Dad was, with my head down nearly in his lap, he couldn't see me looking, but I was. Was this sudden flash of his cock accidental or preplanned. Right there before me, his cock was so close to my mouth that if I reached out my tongue, I'd lick it. With my head on his stomach and my hand in between my chin and the top of his pubic hair, I was pretending that I was sound asleep. Only a few inches from my face, his cock was in plain view and for him to expose his erect cock to me, even though he thought I was sleeping, he must have been so desperately horny. My hand was so close to his big prick that all he had to do was to move my hand just a little and I'd be touching the base of it. Knowing that guys routinely get erections, while they sleep, I didn't know if he was sleeping or pretending to sleep. I didn't know if he was flashing me or if the exposure of his big, hairy, stiff dick was accidental. No matter, I could work with whatever he showed me to make it work for me. He was so big. He was so hard. He was so hairy. Judging by his erection, he was so horny. It had been a while since I had a cock in my mouth and I was ready to suck on this one. I didn't care that it was my Dad's cock. It was just another cock to me. I waited to see what he'd do and sure enough, he gradually moved up on the couch so that his cock was in contact with my fingertips. Oh, my God, I was touching Daddy's prick. Now I knew this was no accidental flash. Now I knew his plan was to show me his erect cock. Whether it was accidental or planned, it didn't matter. I so wanted to take him in my hot, little hand. I so wanted to stroke my Daddy's cock, while watching his reaction. I so wanted to give him what he so desperately wanted, a hand job, maybe even a blowjob, but I couldn't, not yet. I needed for him to make the next move. I needed for him to make all the moves. For my plan to work, with me being the sweet, innocent victim, I needed for this to be his bad game of seduction. Without doubt, I couldn't just reach out and grab my Daddy's cock. What would he think of me, if I did that? I couldn't grab his prick without exposing myself and ruining my teasing game of guilt? Certainly, I didn't want to spoil all this fun. After having come so far, in the course of one summer season I was being transformed from a nineteen-year-old girl to a nineteen-year-old woman. It's better if he forced me to touch him, stroke him, and blow him. Then, he'd really shower me with guilt money and I'd be set for life. It's too bad he couldn't find a way to fuck me. Only, how could he possibly have intercourse with me without me knowing and without me being an active participant. With all this cock flashing, after my sexy teasing, I could use a good fuck right about now. After I had been sleeping for a while, as if naturally moving in my sleep, I readjusted my position. I actually moved my hand down, so that now my fingers were above and resting on the base of his engorged prick. Figuring that I was sound asleep, it didn't take him long to gently curl my fingers and wrap my hand around his cock. Now, I was holding Daddy's stiff prick in my sleeping hand. Waiting for him to make the next move, I didn't move, I didn't breath. I just stared at his cock. Daddy's Sexy Summer With Daughter Actually, to be honest, it felt quite good to bond with my father in this way, a daughter holding her Daddy's cock. I couldn't bond with him any closer than I was now, unless his cock was in my mouth or in my pussy. Speaking of which, I only wished I could have pretended to sleep with his cock in my mouth. Yet, too obvious of a move on my part, how could I possibly do that, take Daddy's cock in my mouth, without ruining my game and jeopardizing my plan? Gently, ever so slightly, I could feel him moving his hips back and forth, side to side, and up and down. By his slow, rhythmic movements, I was giving my Daddy a sleeping hand job. I could feel his cock pulsating while getting harder, as I gave him a sleeping hand job. As if I was having a dream of holding something or hanging on to something, I tightened my grip of his cock, so that he'd have more friction to feel the pleasure of my sleeping hand. As if dreaming of holding a cock in my hand, I lightly ran my fingertips across the head of his big prick and when I did, I felt him gasp and his cock grow stiffer. I felt him look down to see if I was awake, but I had my eyes closed and he thought, no doubt, that I was still asleep. Literally and figuratively, I was a real cock tease now. Over the next few nights, we repeated the process, his cock would accidentally on purpose fall out of his pee hole, while he feigned sleeping and when he was sure that I was sound asleep, he'd gently, ever so slowly wrap my fingers around his cock. Then, one night, I pretended that I was drunk. All this time, he never touched me for fear of awakening me, no doubt. Then, during this one night, he cupped my breast through my nightgown. Figuring, no doubt, that I was unconscious, he even stuck his hand down the top of my nightgown and fingered my nipples, before raising my nightgown high enough to expose my naked ass and shaved pussy in the mirror on the living room wall that reflected us cuddling on the couch. For sure, by his bold behavior, Daddy was not going to be denied me tonight. Obviously, Daddy was horny for me. With my plan working better than I had hoped, I was driving my Dad wild with lust for me. With my mouth so close to his exposed cock, he took the risk and by moving it with his index finger, he touched the side of his cock to my lips. Oh, my God, be still my heart. Call me a wicked daughter, but I so wanted to blow my Daddy when he did that and it took all the control that I possessed not to take him in my mouth, when he touched my lips with the erect side of his big dick. I swear, if I could have gotten away with it without ruining everything, I would have sucked him off right there. I was so horny myself by seeing his cock and holding onto his erect dick that I would have given him the blowjob of his life. As an involuntary reaction, even though it was voluntary on my part, as if a feather had passed over my lips, I licked my lips in my feigned sleep and when I did, he moved his cock again touching my lips with the head of his big dick and I actually touched his cock with the tip of my tongue. Well, I knew that would get him going. Slowly, methodically, he gently moved his body without disturbing me, so that now the head of his prick was positioned straight at my lips. His cock was positioned so close to my mouth that if I sneezed in my sleep, I'd have a mouthful of Daddy's stiff prick. Then, he did it again. He touched his cock to my lips. I couldn't believe it. My father was not only putting his cock to my lips but also he was pressing his cock against my lips. When I didn't respond, he actually took his cock in his hand and slowly rubbed his cock along the length of my lips. Oh, my God, that was so erotically hot. Surreal and as if a dream, something so forbidden, I just wanted to take him in my mouth and suck him, while fingering my pussy, but I couldn't do that. I'd ruin everything. For the guilt trip to work, I had to make this be all his doing with none of it mine. With the both of us pretending to be sleeping, my Dad was hoping for a sleeping, drunken blowjob. I dare say that if I really was drunk, I may have blown him. I'm human, too. As a young woman, who hasn't had sex in a few months, since my high school prom, the day after my nineteenth birthday, feeling a cock rubbed along the length of my lips, even though and especially since, it was my Dad's cock, made me so wet. I was so aroused and when he did it again, is when I lashed out my tongue, as if licking my lips. Only, I licked the head of his cock, instead. I felt him gasp. Obviously, it had been a while since he had a blowjob. Obviously, a blowjob from his sexy daughter is what he wanted. Still pretending I was sleeping my drunkenness off, my lips were parted just enough that Daddy inserted the very tip of his cock in my mouth. Then, he did something very unexpected. He held my nostrils shut with his fingers, until I had to open my mouth to breath. Such a daring move on his part. What if I had awakened? He was so horny, I don't think he would have cared. At that point, after me having made him insane with incestuous desire for me, he may have just raped me. After he pinched my nostrils and after I opened my mouth more and left it open to breath, he didn't move or touch me for fear he'd awaken me. Now breathing more through my mouth than before, he left his cock positioned there, while waiting to make his next move or waiting for me to take the rest of him inside my mouth. Even though I knew he wanted to touch me, to feel my tits, to caress my ass, and finger my pussy, he didn't dare for the fear of awakening me, especially not now that he was about to receive a drunken, sleeping blowjob from his darling daughter. Then, gradually, I felt him gently humping my mouth with his hips. With every gentle, small movement of his torso, his cock penetrated my mouth deeper by a few centimeters. Now my tongue was in constant contact with the head of his cock. Ever so slowly, he continued his rocking and humping motion, until he parted my lips, opened my mouth, and filled me with nearly the full length of his cock. I had Daddy's cock in my mouth. Oh, my God. Now it was my turn. I pretended that I was dreaming. I pretended that I was sucking a cock in my dream. Still with my eyes closed, exploring his cock with my tongue, I pretended that I was blowing someone else. Yet, there I was sucking my Daddy's big prick. I could feel him looking down to see if I was still sleeping and, even though I had my Dad's cock buried in my mouth, I still pretended that I was. With me pretending to be drunk, with me pretending to be sleeping, we did this every other night for a week. After giving my Dad a few sleeping hand jobs and blowjobs, it was time for me to raise that stakes. I told him that I was having trouble sleeping. "Daddy, I haven't been sleeping very well. I've been having these horrible nightmares of having sex with my old boyfriend, who I can't stand." "Really," he said acting as shocked as I acted disturbed. If they were giving out Oscars for our acting roles, the both us would win. Yawning and looking more tired than I was, I played it up big. "Daddy, do you have anything to help me to get a good night's sleep, a sleeping pill?" "Here you are, baby girl. Take these just before going to bed." Instead of giving me just one, he gave me two. I guess he really wanted to render me unconscious. "Daddy," I said later that night. "I'm going to bed early. I'm so tired already, after having taken those two sleeping pills you gave me," I said with a big yawn. I didn't take them. Instead, knowing he would, I waited for him to come in my room and he did. He stood by my open door, before stepping in the room and standing by my bed watching me sleep. Gingerly, he pulled down the sheet, while watching to see if I'd move. I pretended that I was out cold. Then, with my legs already spread apart enough for him to see my shaved pussy, he lifted my nightgown. I could feel him staring at my nakedness. Then, I felt him touch me. He was playing with my clit, before he inserted a stiff finger inside me. Almost immediately, I was wet. Then, I felt his tongue. I couldn't believe it, my Dad was eating my pussy, while feeling my tits and fingering my nipples through my nightgown. Licking me, while finger fucking me, he had me squirming in my unconscious state in no time. Then, he stopped. When I opened my eyes just enough to see what he was doing, he was putting on a condom. Oh, my God. My dad was getting ready to fuck me. Are you kidding me? Be still my heart. Figuring I was out cold, he was intent on having his way with me by having sexual intercourse with his sleeping daughter. Is it any wonder why my Mom divorced his sick, perverted ass. With all the teasing I had done over the weeks, with him flashing me his cock, forcing me to give him a sleeping hand job and a drunken blowjob, I was so ready for my Daddy to fuck me, anything for the big payday that I had planned for the rest of my life. With his knees between my legs and his palms on either side of me, I felt his weight on the bed and then I felt his weight on me. He positioned his cock by my pussy and with a gentle hump and a full thrust, his cock was deep inside of me. Oh, Daddy. It wasn't long before my Daddy was banging me, really banging me. Deeper and deeper, the full length of his big prick filled up my pussy. My dad was fucking me silly. Then, I felt him tense, tighten, shudder and cum. My Dad got off fucking me. With all that happened during that brief period of time, one sexy summer, as if I had just won the lottery, that one summer guaranteed the financial help of my Dad for the rest of my life. He was so full of lust for me before and now that he was burdened with guilt for what he had done to his daughter, he was my easy mark to play. "How'd you sleep?" He looked at me with trepidation. "Boy, those pills really knocked me out. A bomb could have exploded and I'd never know. I still had that nightmare though, Daddy." "Tell me about the nightmare," he said. "I can't." "Why not?" "Because it's sexual, Daddy, and I'm so embarrassed." "If you can't tell your Dad about a nightmare, Sabrina then--" "Well, okay. I dreamt that I had sex, oral sex, with my old boyfriend again." "Have you ever blown anyone before?" "Daddy!" "C'mon, you can tell me." "You'll get mad. You'll think me a slut." "No I won't. You're my baby girl, my precious daughter. Just tell me." "I've had oral sex with a few boys." "How many?" "I don't know, maybe two or three or five or six or ten or twelve, the most. I lost count, after we won the big football game." "What about the nightmare you had last night?" "That was even weirder, Daddy. I felt my old boyfriend giving me oral sex," I said watching my Dad squirm in his chair before reaching down to adjust his growing erection, no doubt. "Then, I felt, as if my boyfriend had intercourse with me. I felt as if I was being fucked, Daddy, really banged. It was horrible but I'm ashamed to say that it felt good at the same time, Daddy. It felt so real and I really liked it Daddy. Maybe I'm just horny. Maybe those pills make me horny for me to dream of giving blowjobs, having my pussy eaten, and dreaming about getting banged like that. It's not normal for me to have those kinds of dreams, Daddy. Maybe I should see someone a therapist, perhaps." "You're just stressed over starting college. I'm sure you'll be fine," he said standing to give me a hug and poking my belly with his stiff cock that tented his pajama bottoms. "Thanks Daddy." Now that I made him think that I thought it was all just a dream, my Dad figured he could do this the next night, too. Only, the game was over. Now, it was my turn to receive payment for playing my Dad. When he came in my room again thinking that I had taken more sleeping pills and when he was lying on top of me fucking my brains out, I opened my eyes. "Daddy! What are you doing?" I pushed him off me with all my strength, while punching his chest and slapping his face. "Sabrina!" Immediately, he pulled his cock out of me and got off my bed. "You were having a nightmare and when I came into your room, it was dark and I tripped and when I fell my cock must have slipped inside you. I was trying to get up without awakening you and that's when--" "Daddy! Really? You expect me to believe that you tripped and fell in my pussy? You were fucking me! You were really fucking me Daddy. You were banging me, your daughter, your baby girl. How could you do that, Daddy?" Playing my role to an Oscar level performance, making him feel even guiltier, I looked at him with hurt and shame. With a little girl lost forlornness in my eyes, I hid the true excitement that I had in thinking about all the money he'd surely give me. "It was you in my dreams all this time, wasn't it, Daddy?" Every time I called him Daddy, I could see him shrink within himself. "Now everything makes sense. All the hand jobs, the blowjobs, and the fucking that I've been dreaming about giving to my ex-boyfriend, I've been giving to you." "I'm so sorry, Sabrina," he said hanging his head in shame and giving his impression of a limp dick by drooping his shoulders with his loss of erection. "I've just been so lonely and so horny and with you looking just like your mother, well--" I had him now. He was mine. I owned him. From now on, everyone will be referring to me by my real name, the Rich Bitch. "It's okay, Daddy. I understand. I really do," I said putting out my arms for him to give me a hug. "Listen, I'll make it up to you. Just keep this as our little secret and I'll provide for you. Okay?" My little plan worked perfectly. I got just what I wanted to get and he got exactly what he needed. Only, he wasn't done with me, yet. "Okay, Daddy." "Since we already had sex, I need for you to do me a favor," he said turning on my bedroom light. He was standing in my room naked. His engorged cock immediately when from being flaccid to sticking out straight. I couldn't remove my stare from his big prick. Glistening in the light from my pussy juices, his cock was so big. "Daddy," I said, pulling down my nightgown that he had raised to my waist. "What favor?" I said looking from his eyes to his cock and back to his eyes again. He looked at me with a lust and a desire I never knew he had. Oh, oh, I had unleashed a monster. I was in big trouble now. If I thought he was banging me before, I was in for a big bang now. "Now that I've already had sleeping sex and drunken sex with you, I need to know what it feels like to really have real eyes wide open sex with you, Sabrina." "Daddy! I can't do that. That's so wrong. That's incest." "I know, but if you do this for me, baby girl, I'll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it. Even if I marry again, you'll never want for a thing. I promise." "Daddy, I don't know, that's too much like incestuous prostitution. You'd never respect me." "Respect you? I'd have more love for you, if you did this for me, for us. Sabrina, you must do this for me, please. I beg you. Think of it as love, a father's love for his daughter." "Well, okay, Daddy, since you put it that way. If this is all it will make you happy, I can't say no to you." In one quick movement, I removed my nightgown. Even though I had been flashing him bits and pieces of me all summer long, this is the first time that I my Dad saw me naked. He climbed in bed with me. Only, this time it was different. This time, as if lovers, we took our time. We kissed, French kissed, while he directed my hand down to his cock. He was so big and his cock filled my hand. Slowly, I started stroking him to a stiffer erection, while French kissing him. His cock felt so good in my hand, especially with the heat of his kisses. I was already so wet and when he started fingering my pussy, I thought I'd cum. Then, when he started playing with my tits and sucking my nipples is when I needed to feel his cock in my mouth. I figured if I gave him a blowjob, a real blowjob, instead of a sleeping or drunken blowjob, I'd give him a memory, he'd never forget. I slid down the bed and took him in my mouth. "Oh, Sabrina," he said. "Suck my cock. Suck Daddy's cock, baby girl. Blow Daddy." He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked and stroked his big cock. It made him more excited when I looked up at him with his big hairy prick in my mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, I could feel him getting ready to cum. "Fuck me, Daddy," I said removing his cock from my mouth to speak. "Fuck me. I need to feel your cock in my pussy." "Let me grab a condom," he said. "It's okay, Daddy. Don't bother. I'm on the pill." Bonding in a way that no father and daughter could but every father and daughter should, he made hot, passionate love to me. "Don't cum in me, Daddy," I said. "Okay, sure, Sabrina," he said looking a bit disappointed. "I'd rather have you cum in my mouth." He looked at me as if he had just scored a hole-in-one on his most difficult golf course. "Are you sure, Sabrina?" I knew that would get him, asking him to cum in my mouth instead of in my pussy. "Yes, Daddy, I need for you to cum in my mouth. I need to know what you taste like and I need to swallow a part of you to make you more of a part of me," I said really laying it on thick, but he was falling for it and why wouldn't he with the thought of cumming in his daughter's mouth. With all those nasty nights that he lightly rubbed his cock across the length of my lips, while I pretended I was sleeping or drunk or drunk and sleeping, I knew a blowjob where he shot his warm oozy load in my mouth is what he really wanted. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out of my pussy and I moved my body down to take him in my mouth. His cock was wet with my pussy juices and it excited me as much as it excited him to think that my Dad was going to cum in my mouth. As soon as I cupped and caressed his hairy, big balls, while stroking his cock faster and sucking his cock deeper, he exploded all the incestuous desire he had for me in my willing mouth. "Oh, Sabrina. Daddy's cumming. Oh, sweet baby girl. Don't stop. Don't stop. Suck me. Suck me dry, Sabrina." I swallowed all of him, before licking him clean. Then, he made love to me again and again during those last days we were together. Never have I given any man a better blowjob than the blowjobs I gave my Dad. After I spent the summer sucking and fucking my Dad's cock, before I left his house to start college, Daddy bought me a new car, a Mustang GT convertible, as a going away gift. "Oh, thank you, Daddy," I said reaching down to feel his growing cock through his pants, while he reached up beneath my short skirt to feel my ass through my panties. "Is that all I get, Sabrina for buying you a new car, just a hug?" "What if," I said, as I unzipped his pants, reached my hand inside his underwear and pulled out his big dick, "I blow you." "I think that would be a more appropriate thing for a daughter to give her father, after her father bought her a $35,000 automobile." I fell to my knees and sucked him off right there in the driveway. We had no neighbors who could see, but had the mailman delivered our mail, he wouldn't have gotten an eyeful. Then, later, when I graduated from college, he bought me another new car, a white Corvette convertible with a red leather interior. "Oh, thank you, Daddy," I said reaching down to feel his growing cock through his pants, while he reached down my low cut top feel my big boob and finger my erect nipple. "Is that all I get, Sabrina for buying you a new car, just a hug?" "What if," I said, as I unzipped his pants, reached my hand inside his underwear and pulled out his big dick, "I blow you." Daddy's Sexy Summer With Daughter "I think that would be a more appropriate thing for a daughter to give her father, after her father bought her a $70,000 automobile." Home alone with his second wife and step sons gone out for the day, I fell to my knees and sucked him off right there in the driveway. We had no neighbors who could see, only the mailman delivering our mail received an eyeful, but seeing me from behind on my knees, the mailman didn't know that it was his daughter blowing her Dad. Giving my Dad the high sign, as he drove away, he probably figured my Dad was just getting lucky and he was. I love fast cars. I love convertibles. I love driving fast. Speed makes me wet and makes my nipples hard. Speaking of nipples, Daddy bought me new breasts. Aren't they beautiful? Perfect in every way, I love showing off my breasts to unsuspecting men. Since he was the one who bought them for me, I even showed them to my Daddy. I even agreed to giving him a feel and a suck or two or three. It's a game that started with my Dad that I love playing with men, especially when the unsuspecting men don't know that they're a contestant in my sexy game. I love leaving men wondering. "Would she or wouldn't she?" I love teasing men in the provocative way that I dress. I love showing just enough of what I have that they imagine the rest. I love thinking about making them so sexual frustrated that, while alone in their room with their hand around their stiff cock, they masturbate over the thought of me. I love doing that for men, exciting them to the brink that, when they can't have me, they must release their sexual frustration by their own hand. That's when I know that I won the game by playing it to the fullest. "Ha, ha, I win. You lose. You can look, but you can't touch. Ha, ha!" I've been called a cockteaser before. It's a name that I've grown proud to wear. Cockteaser is the ultimate compliment. It's men telling me that I was able to push all their buttons, command their launch sequence, before pulling the plug to abort the mission. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three... May day! May day! Houston, we have a problem." Daddy set me up with a job with one of his many companies, something that I can do from home, whenever I feel like doing it. He leased an apartment for me that overlooks the city. To cover my clothing expenses, he gave me a credit card, an AMEX, with a five thousand dollar credit limit. It doesn't sound like much money to buy clothes, but that's a monthly budget and not a yearly one. I think Daddy is looking forward to the day, when I'll marry. Definitely, without doubt, he's looking forward to the day that he can have me again. He'll give me a big wedding, no doubt, and give me the down payment for a house, before washing his hands of me and passing me off to my husband to support me. Yet, why would I ever get married, when I have my Daddy to play and to take care of me for the rest of my life? I can only imagine what he'd give me if I gave him what he really wants. I know what my Daddy wants. He wants me. He wants to experience me naked in bed again and again. I know by all the erections he's had in my presence that he thinks about me sucking his cock and fucking me again. He'd fuck me up the ass, if I'd let him. He loved it when I allowed him to cum in my mouth. He loved seeing and feeling the plastic surgeon created tits that he bought me. Giving my Daddy whatever he needs, whenever he needs it, I've sucked and fucked enough cocks not to mind sucking and fucking my Daddy's cock, again, so long as he gave me all that I wanted, whenever I wanted it. It would be our little secret. No one needs to know, not even his second wife, that is, unless he cut me out of his will. Then, to make sure that I got all that I want and all that I need, I'd tell the world about him raping me. "He made me do it. He forced me to suck his cock. He used to get me drunk. He used to drug me with sleeping pills, so that he could fuck me. Can you imagine a Daddy doing that to his little girl?" Maybe I'll get married, after Daddy dies and gives me my inheritance. Yet, if I had money, I wouldn't need a man. I'd have my own money to do whatever it is that I want to do and go wherever I want to go, whenever I want to go. In the meantime, I'm having summer fun by teasing men and running away, before they can catch me. I love the summer. It's my favorite season. This is the time that I can hang out by the pool and wear my bikini all day, if I want. Fortunately, for Daddy, I'm not much one for traveling. I don't like to fly, ever since that 9/11 terrorist thing. I don't like having to stand in line for a security check. It doesn't matter that I fly first class; they put everyone through that. The only time I fly is when I must fly to see Daddy. You should see me at the airport security. They always pick me to walk through the machine that can see through my clothes. They say that the only person who sees the image is the one using the machine, but it wouldn't surprise me if the room was full of men and women standing around the x-ray machine and staring at my nearly naked image. Further, I suspect that they keep a copy of the photo, after I walked through their machine to post on the bathroom wall to get themselves off later. Besides, I don't need to fly anywhere to tease men. I have enough men around here to tease. I don't have to go anywhere else, but to stay here this summer. Maybe I'll see you at the mall or at the beach. Watch for me because I'll be watching for you, while teasing, using, and abusing you.