36 comments/ 416848 views/ 141 favorites Halloween Party Chaperone By: RainierWriterII Although this was submitted for the 2008 Halloween Story Contest, please be aware that it falls under the Incest category, those opposed should avoid. Many thanks to Gayle for editing my mess and making it readable! You're the best! As always, comments welcome and please remember to vote. __________________________________ My name is Jim Stevens and the events I'm about to share with you happened only recently, yet even at this point I am still unable to completely express the magnitude of what happened and how my life has changed as a result, but I'll do my very best to paint an accurate picture for you. This may take some time, but if you have a moment you just may find my tale interesting. Here's how it all began. My wife and I went through a rather messy divorce a few years back, but fortunately we were able to remain civil in front our of only child, our daughter Samantha, or Sam as I usually call her. My ex received the family home as part of the divorce settlement, so I went out on my own and purchased a modest but nice house on the outskirts of the same town. We agreed on joint custody, so I got to see quite a bit of Sam which made things less painful than they otherwise might have been. Samantha is a senior in high school and is simply the love of my life. Of course I'm biased being her Dad, but I really believe she is the sweetest, brightest, most beautiful young lady you could ever find. She is near the top of her class at school, but also enjoys many other activities that make her such a wonderfully well-rounded kid. On top of that she is amazingly beautiful, with long natural blonde hair, penetrating blue eyes, creamy soft skin, all on a body that would make a Playboy model jealous. She takes more after her mother's family than my own, and possesses her Mom's petite frame. About a month ago Sam came to me and asked if she could host a Halloween party for some of her friends. As a single father, I try to be as accommodating as I can without being a pushover, so I agreed as long as she was responsible for any entertainment and all cleanup. I also told her that I would have to chaperone as I could not leave a bunch of kids her age unsupervised running amok. My thinking was that it would be easier to keep an eye on her at home than at someone else's place, since I knew some of her friends drank alcohol and bad things could result. Around the time of the divorce, Sam had gone through a rebellious time when she didn't want to be around me, but just within the last year or so we became much closer once again. In fact, she had become very affectionate, almost as much as she had been as a child. Because of our newfound closeness, I was eager to help make her party a success. Sam agreed to do everything I asked, and as the weeks went by prior to the party I witnessed her work hard to make the party a memorable occasion. She had friends over decorating, picked up favors and food at the store and even looked on the Internet for party games to play that evening. All in all I was proud of the way she took responsibility and busted her butt to provide a good time for her friends. A couple of days before the party Sam told me she was going to pick up a costume for me to wear, but I casually tried to decline. My daughter can be very persuasive, and she said that everyone attending the party had to come in costume, no exceptions, so even the chaperone had to be dressed appropriately. I asked what I was to wear and she just smiled widely and said it was a surprise, but that she was sure I'd approve. Her grin made me uneasy, but what's a father to do? I asked Sam what she was wearing, but apparently that too was a surprise. On the day of the party, Samantha and I ran around finishing the many last-minute details, then we each retired to get showered and ready for the evening's festivities. Sam asked that I wait in my room after my shower and she'd bring me my outfit once she was changed in hers. As I showered I pondered just what I had gotten myself into. A house full of 18 to 20 year olds, most likely bouncing off the walls from too much sugar, plus myself in some silly costume I was sure. Too late to back out I figured, so I got out of the shower and dried myself off, put on a robe and waited for my daughter. It seemed like I was sitting there twiddling my thumbs for hours, but I'm sure it was only another 20 minutes or so, when I heard a knock at the door. "Daddy, it's me, may I come in?" Sam asked softly through the door. "Sure Sammy, come on in," I responded. The door swung open, and to say I was dumbstruck by what I saw would be a complete understatement! My daughter strode into the room, carrying a black garment bag which I assumed contained my costume, but I barely noticed as I couldn't take my eyes off the sight before me. Samantha was dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit, complete with tiny blue and green plaid skirt, white button-down blouse, the tails of which were tied under her breasts exposing her taut tummy, white knee-high stockings and black patent leather shoes. On top of that, Sam had her long blonde hair done in two pig tails, one on each side of her head and flowing over her shoulders. In short, she looked exactly like a woman I had fantasized about millions of times in my life, yet here she was standing right before me. Sam placed the bag on my bed, then walked up to me with a big smile on her face, performed a pirouette and asked, "So, what do you think Daddy, you like?" Words failed me momentarily before I muttered, "Umm, sure, great Sam." Now I know a father is not supposed to notice these things about his daughter, but I nearly choked when I saw her and almost had to pick my jaw up off the floor and push my eyes back into their sockets. Sam had always been my little girl, yet in spite of the schoolgirl look, this was all woman. When did her breasts get that large, and when did her shape get so womanly, I pondered silently. Much to my surprise, my cock began to swell from the vision that was my baby. I had never shared my schoolgirl fantasy with anyone, not even my ex-wife who was kind of a prude, so her attire sent a shiver through my entire body. To think that the single sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life happened to be my own flesh and blood really threw me. "What's wrong Dad, you seem quiet," she teased, so I tried my best to remain calm and hide my inner conflict. "Well, umm, it's just that is a little, I don't know, sexy, don't you think?" I sputtered, immediately thinking I just used the word "sexy" regarding my daughter. "Geez Dad, it's supposed to be sexy, that's kinda the point," she replied, shaking her head like I was clueless. She then added, "People will be here soon, your costume is in the bag, get dressed!" before turning and almost running out of the room. I stood slowly, feeling a tad wobbly as it seemed like most of my blood had left my brain and wet directly to my crotch. I grabbed the bag off the bed and zipped it open to pull out what appeared to be a military outfit, but upon further inspection I realized it was a policeman's uniform. I felt pretty silly trying it on and when I finally looked in the mirror felt even worse. In my mind I was a dead ringer for the cop from the Village People, but as I had no other options, I finished dressing and went to look for my daughter. I found Sam in the living room, and was amazed by the look on her face when she first saw me. I had expected her to laugh at me, but she actually looked at me with what appeared to be admiration in her eyes, maybe respecting the uniform. She blushed a bit and then looked at her toes, which surprisingly gave me a feeling of strength I had not expected. The uniform must have conveyed an image of power, and I felt a certain bravado swell inside me. Blood rushed through my veins and to my cock as a feeling of strength coursed through me. I had always been a pretty confident guy, never cocky, but this was indeed new territory for me, wanting to be bad ass for my daughter and her friends. Sam stared at me for a moment before she told me she had a few additional things to complete the costume, picking up a simple brown shopping sack from the table. "Okay Dad, here are a couple more things," she said, reaching into the bag. First she fished out a pair of mirrored sun glasses which she handed to me. "Put them on, they'll look cool," she stated, and I did as she asked. Next I was surprised when she pulled out a long black Billy Club, maybe 18 inches long or so, which she herself attached to a fitting on my right hip. As she did I noticed her submissive posture bent before me, and from my vantage point I was able to see a nice portion of the twin mounds of flesh squeezing out of her tight white top. When the club was attached she looked me in the eye and said, "Just one more thing." Her hand once again disappeared into the bag, yet she hesitated for a moment before pulling out a pair of silver metal handcuffs. Like before, she attached them to a clip on my belt, this time on the left hip, then she stood before me with a shy smile curling her lip, cheeks still a tad flush. "Now you're a real Cop Dad," she said just as the doorbell rang, causing her to turn and make her way in answer. I stood motionless for a moment as I watched her strut away, trying to come to terms with everything that I'd just experienced. Just what on earth was a father to think and feel about his 18 year old daughter dressed like a page out of his number one sexual fantasy? On top of that, seeing her acting somewhat submissively in front of me was something I'd never noticed before, but found strangely provocative. The sounds of laughter and excitement filled the room so it was clear that Sam had let in the first arrivals. I knew it was only a costume, yet it made me feel stronger than usual, certainly up to the task of dealing with a bunch of kids. I thought to myself, "Bring 'em on!' I once heard a comedienne say that Halloween was an excuse for women to dress like sluts, and until then I had never really given it much thought, but that changed when the attendees started arriving. Regardless of what costume the girls were wearing, the common denominator was that they were all sexy as hell. Cheerleaders, nurses, prostitutes, it didn't matter, they all simply oozed sex. I doubt any of their parents had seen them as there would have been no way I'd have let my daughter out of the house dressed as most of the girls were. Two other things about the party really struck me. First, there was only young ladies present. I thought that most odd because she and her friends seem so completely consumed with boys at that time. Second, I was surprised how strongly the other girls reacted to my outfit. Much like my daughter, her friends seemed to cower a bit when they first saw me, maybe assuming I was there to break up the party or something. Even when told I was Sam's Dad, they appeared to provided me a wide berth looking quite intimidated. I guess I should tell you a bit about myself. I am 47 years old and stand about 6'1", with a pretty solid build, and short dark hair. As I thought about it, I probably pulled off the cop act pretty well and was glad I had spent so much time in the gym recently. If you saw me at that time you'd probably never really know that I was an office type, but the costume really highlighted my body pretty well and I felt really good for a middle-aged guy. As the evening progressed I wandered the rooms in my official chaperone capacity, my eyes scanning the young ladies everywhere I went, hidden by the mirrored shades. Deep down I couldn't help but feel like a dirty old man, but the costume made me feel younger than I had in ages. Sam had put on some music and a few girls were dancing, but even the ones that were not swayed to the tunes seductively, rocking their young hips side to side. None of it escaped my gaze and I happily soaked it all in. Yet even as I found myself checking out the other girls, my mind continued to turn to thoughts of Sam. All her friends were truly lovely young ladies, but none could hold a candle to my baby. I began to seek her out under the veil of making sure she was being a good hostess and had everything under control, but in truth I knew it was more. I had never seen anything so amazingly sexy, and I had a deep desire to be around her. After an hour or so of the party being in full swing, Sam turned down the music and announced it was time to play a few Halloween games. The kids really seemed to enjoy the varied activities my daughter had chosen for them, but I didn't much care to watch as the games were rather silly, that is, until she brought everyone out on the back deck to bob for apples. I followed the crowd outside and picked a spot against the rail near a large tub of water, standing about three feet high and covered in shiny red apples. Sam explained the rules of the game, basically people just had to keep their hands behind their backs and could only use their mouths to pluck an apple from the water. One by one the girls took turns over the bucket trying to secure an apple in their mouths, which proved to be rather difficult resulting in lots of laughs from the crowd. I on the other hand found it amazingly sexy to see all these scantily clad young ladies bending over the tub bobbing their heads up and down like they were submissively sucking a hard cock. To me it was not a game, it was sex, and I was loving every minute of it. Sam's friend Jill was about the fifth girl to try her luck, but she kept putting her hands on the side of the tub, so I was pulled out of my fantasy world by my daughter's voice. "Dad, come over here and cuff her so she can't cheat!" Sam yelled, and some of her guests squealed in delight at the idea. I made my way over to Jill and asked her to turn around. The nervousness was apparent in her eyes, but she did as I asked and turned before me. I reached out and grabbed both of her wrists, gently pulled them behind her back, then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't move young lady." She stood frozen in place, so I released my hands momentarily and quickly snapped the cuffs off my belt, opened them and secured them around her wrists. As I heard the metallic click of the cuffs closing it hit me how silent the deck had become. I looked around at the faces surrounding me and saw everyone just staring back with wide eyes, all conversation had ceased. Rather than be self-conscience at being the center of attention, I actually loved the power I commanded over the crowd. The feeing was simply intoxicating and I wanted more, instantly deciding to see how far I could take things. I pushed my chest out and spoke rather firmly so everyone could hear, "Turn around Jill." As expected, she turned to face me and her cheeks were as red as the apples in the bucket. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and not try to cheat again, aren't you?" I asked before the hushed crowd. "Yes Sir," she replied submissively, making my pulse pound in response. "Good girl, now you can take your turn at the game again," I stated, trying to sound imposing. With that she moved back to the bucket, gave me one last look, then bent over and again attempted to snatch an apple in her mouth. That seemed to break the spell and once more the kids started chatting and cheering her on just as they had done earlier. I eased back a bit, but kept directly behind Jill, my eyes riveted on her wonderful ass. Once Jill had succeeded in her task, she stood and I removed the cuffs, but not before whispering in her ear, "You were a very good girl." She just gave me a weak smile, and quickly moved away to join the other girls. When Samantha called the next girl to participate, I stated loudly, "Let's just put these cuffs on you right from the start so there's no cheating." After that I made it a point of cuffing each girl before she took her turn, a perverse thrill washing over me each time I locked their wrists. I loved the vantage point my role as self-appointed judge was providing me. Given the racy outfits the girls were wearing, I got a number of views barley up their short skirts as they bent over during the competition. I must say, I had no idea thongs were so popular! I was trying my best to stay in character and be cool, but it was difficult as my cock was literally throbbing in my pants. Fortunately the deck wasn't well lit and my dark pleated slacks hid my arousal pretty well. Last to go was my daughter, which I had been secretly looking forward to for some time. Sam moved to me and stood awaiting instructions, yet I only needed to utter one word, "Turn." She did without question, her eyes wide and her cheeks pink. Without being told she placed her wrists behind her back, and I snapped the cuffs in place like I had done to so many of her friends. Prior to taking her spot at the tub, Sam asked me for help, "Dad, I don't want to get my hair wet, could you hold it for me please?" I simply nodded my head, moved up close to her and grasped her pig tails. In so doing, I was left directly behind her as she bent over the barrel, making my groin just about level with her ass as I hunched over her. If anyone has stumbled in at that moment, I'm sure it would have appeared that I was fucking her while pulling her hair. Once again, the moment hit me as to how overtly erotic it had become, I just wondered if those watching were feeling what I was feeling. My mind once again went into my fantasy world, when I felt Sam push back quickly into me, I assume chasing an apple. When she did her tight bottom made solid contact with my semi-hard cock, and I wondered if she felt my bulging excitement. Much to my surprise, she rocked back a couple more times, each a bit harder than the last, and kept the contact between us longer as well. I quickly scanned the room and found that everyone appeared focused on Sam's pursuit of an apple rather than our illicit contact. After another minute or so my daughter too captured an apple, so our secret little game came to an end as she stood with the prize between her teeth. She looked towards me, her face glossy from the water, and her cheeks glowing crimson. I told her to turn around, and as I began to remove the cuffs, whispered in her ear, "We're going to have a chat about your choice of costume later, young lady." She turned and looked at me once more, but simply nodded in reply without another word. I couldn't recall having enjoyed myself as much in ages, probably never, and by that point it had already become the best party I ever attended. Sadly, after bobbing for apples was over and everyone moved back into the house. After the kids enjoyed a few snacks, Sam announced it was time for ghost stories, so all the kids piled into our living room and made themselves comfortable. I had been feeling a bit guilty for enjoying myself so much with Sam's friends, so I was about to leave them alone for a while, but once I saw my daughter had turned down the lights my chaperone instincts kicked back in and felt the need to monitor the action. I didn't want to be responsible if some kid drank in the darkness and then tried to drive home, so I found a spot on the end of the couch and made myself comfortable. Sam lit a number of candles and spread them all around, casting long shadows across the room. Sam's friend Melissa moved over and sat next to me and whispered in my ear, "Mr. Stevens, can I sit next to you? I'm afraid of ghost stories." I looked towards her, but even in the semi-darkness I could see a big grin on her pretty face and knew instantly that she was just messing with me. She was dressed in a white nurse's uniform, but unlike any nurse I have ever seen. Her top was open, displaying lots of cleavage, and her skirt came just inches below her crotch. She was like a human Barbie doll, tall, with large breasts, a slim waist, full hips and a winning smile. Halloween Party Chaperone "Of course," I replied, and Melissa took the opportunity to snuggle up against me. I had been aroused since the moment my daughter walked into my room, but the contact with sweet Melissa definitely kicked things up a notch. I could smell her perfume wafting to my nose, which sent a shiver through my body. I looked over at my daughter and she was staring back at me with a frown upon her face. I was wondering why, and assumed that maybe she didn't want me in the room, but when I saw her look at Melissa I could almost see the daggers dart from her eyes directly into her friend. Instantly I knew she was mad at Melissa, possibly jealous that we were sitting so closely. Before long Sam composed herself and sat on the floor across the room and held a candle before her face. My daughter had obviously prepared for this moment, because as soon as everyone was settled, she broke into a long story about ghosts terrorizing a group of schoolgirls on a camping trip. At each twist and turn of the story, Melissa pressed herself against me more closely, and a couple of times even buried her face into the nape of my neck. Once or twice I felt her hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly, ever so close to my pulsating prick. When Sam finished her scary tale, she asked if anyone else had one they wanted to share. Nobody answered immediately, so she asked Melissa if she had a good ghost story. Melissa answered yes, so Sam told her to take her place on the floor in front of the room, so they each got up and exchanged places. At first I was sad to feel the void created by Melissa's absence, but the loss was more than offset when my daughter took her spot and sat closely aside me. Sam then reached over and grabbed my hand and held it tightly, resting our fingers on my upper thigh. The back of my daughter's hand was mere inches from my hardness, and I wondered what she was thinking at that very moment, but her face gave me no clues. Sitting beside my daughter felt so natural, but the thoughts going through my head were certainly unnatural. At a particularly scary part of Melissa's story, Sam squeezed in close, and I took the opportunity to put my arm around her in comfort. It was a textbook dating 101 move I had learned years ago, but I of course pretended I was just being the protective father. It had been a while since I had held a beautiful woman so close, and the fact that is was my daughter made it hotter, much more taboo. A few more girls shared stories, and once the last person was done Sam reluctantly got up and left my side. I felt a huge emptiness and wanted to pull her back onto my lap, but understood it was neither the time nor place. I sat motionless for a while, trying to let the uncomfortable strain in my crotch dissipate, before I stood and went to the kitchen for a cold drink. When I reentered the living room, I found the music once again playing and this time all the kids were dancing enthusiastically. It was a sea of moving flesh, and I could not pick out Sam amid the confusion, try as I may. Melissa appeared out nowhere, moved right up to me and reached for my hand, pulling me into the jostling horde. Space was at a premium in the relatively small room, so Melissa and I were pressed together rather tightly as we moved to the sounds of the music. Occasionally I felt our bodies bump against one another, usually our crotches, not that I minded that much. Twice Melissa acted as though she were shoved from behind, providing her the excuse to grab onto me for support and rub her firm young breasts against my chest. During a brief lull in the music, Melissa moved close and spoke in my ear. "I think everyone's jealous of me Mr. Stevens. All the girls think you're so hot in that uniform," she cooed, then moved away with a wink. I quickly scanned the room and saw a few of the other girls watching us dance and wondered if they were the ones who found me hot. Melissa easily had to be the second sexiest girl in attendance, maybe the second sexiest woman I'd ever seen in my life. Any other time, I would have tried to find a way to get her out of the room, then out of her costume, but not that evening. Try as I may, I just couldn't get Sam out of my head. I felt like I was cheating on her and it really bothered me as the very last thing I would ever want to do was hurt my daughter. Once the song ended I reluctantly broke away from Melissa and went in search of my Samantha. I squeezed through the crowd and found her standing near the stereo with her arms folded across her chest, looking most unhappy. Given what happened earlier, I figured I knew what was wrong, but I asked her anyway. She replied, "Nothing Daddy." Then added, "So, you have fun dancing with Melissa?" I was right, it was my time with Melissa that bothered her. "I'm sorry baby, but I left her to find you. I'd much rather dance with you princess," I replied truthfully. "Whatever Dad," she pouted and looked away. I once again decided I needed to take control, so I grabbed her by the hand and guided her into the crowd and told her to dance with me. At first she still looked upset with me, but the more we danced the more she lightened up and before long we were both having a wonderful time together, Melissa only a memory. Sam looked at me with such love in her eyes it was hard for me to keep my composure. I just wanted to scoop her up and hug her forever. We danced for what seemed like ages together, but it was most likely only a half hour or so. Around that time people started gathering their things and began saying good byes, and happily for me I received lots of thank you hugs for being such a good sport. Before long Sam was showing the last guest out the door, and I turned down the music to set a softer mood. Once we were alone, Sam and I set about neatening the place up a bit. We worked for a while, but I had other things on my mind and cleaning was the last thing I wanted to do. I told her it could wait until morning and that we should sit and rest a while. I pulled off the billy club and dropped on the couch and motioned for her to join me. We sat together in silence, then I looked over at her and asked, "So honey, did you have a good time tonight?" "Yes Daddy, I had a great time, well, mostly," she replied. "Why mostly?" I questioned her. "Well, it's nothing really," she... "I want to know, now tell me sweetheart," I pressed, trying to sound sympathetic yet firm. "Well, I don't really like Melissa," she pouted. I think some of the girls were jealous of Melissa due to her beauty and the confident manner she always carried herself. I thought I'd throw my daughter an honest compliment and see if I hit the mark. "I'm sorry sweetie," I told her, then added, "Just to let you know Sam, I think you're much prettier." "Thanks Dad," she beamed, and leaned in for a kiss. She leaned back and we looked at one another again, then she blushed and turned her head away from me. As if to break the tension, she asked, "Can I get you anything Dad?" My throat was parched and a beer sounded great at that point, so I asked Sam for one. She quickly jumped off the couch and I watched her hips sway as she left the room. A minute of so later she reappeared with cold drink in hand and dropped back next to me. As she sat next to me on the couch, Sam turned her body to face me and tucked one leg under the other. The result left her sitting with her knees open and her short skirt tantalizingly close to revealing her goodies. I did my best to look her in the eyes, but her body was a magnet and I couldn't help but peek. We chatted for a while about the party, and I couldn't help but ask about the lack of guys in attendance. She said, "The girls wanted to be able to dance and have fun without getting hit-on, plus we wanted to dress sexy, so no boys were allowed." "Don't you have a boyfriend Sammy?" I asked. I knew she dated in the past, but had not heard about anyone special of late. "Not right now Dad, but there is one guy I really, really like," she responded rather softly, almost nervously. "Well, then he's the luckiest guy in the world," I stated, and she lit up like a Christmas tree. "Thanks Dad, you always know the right things to say," she beamed. We once again sat in silence until Sam asked for a sip of my beer. She was underage, but at times I would let her have a sip or two. I figured if she was going to experiment, better to do it in my home when I was present to monitor her. I handed her the bottle and she brought it to her lips. I watched as her tongue shot out just slightly and gently caressed the top of the bottle before she took her sip. She looked into my eyes and uttered a soft sigh as she sucked the cold beer down. I had never before thought the sight of someone drinking a beer could be erotic, but I had clearly been wrong. I wondered if she had done the tongue trick for my benefit, or whether it was a happy accident. As she sat close I really got to look her over. The deep v created by her top drew my eyes down from her pretty face, and I couldn't help but admire her womanly charms. I was sure she had worn a bra during the party, but it was obvious that she no longer had one on. Her breasts were clearly unencumbered and her young nipples were straining the tight fabric of her thin white blouse. Sitting so close to Sam, I felt a deep desire to know what she was feeling. All signs seemed to be pointing in one direction, that she was playing the same game as I and wanted it to continue. I felt I was at one of those life-changing moments, and I just had to know or I'd wonder about it all the rest of my days. I was mortally afraid of what might happen if I was wrong, but deep down just had to know. I pondered my next move for a while, and decided she seemed to respond to the firm approach, so I elected to go that route. I took the Billy club off the end table and began to slowly tap it upon my thigh, and turned back to look at my daughter. "Samantha, I think we need to talk about your costume," I stated firmly. Her eyes flaired as she stared back at me in silence, then responded softly, "What about it?" "I think you know full well young lady," came my stern retort. My daughter just looked back at me like a deer in the headlights, but said nothing. After a long pause, I added, "That outfit was totally inappropriate for someone your age, and you made a spectacle of yourself tonight parading around your friends like a tramp." I made it a point to lean forward a bit as I said it, trying to maintain eye contact the entire time. Normally she would have protested, but I think the events of the night really had an affect on her and she simply gave in. "I'm sorry Daddy," she muttered, and looked down in shame. "And just what do you think we should do about this young lady" I asked her, with a with a calm but assertive tone. "I don't know Dad, whatever you want," she replied, which was exactly what I was hoping to hear. I pointed the billy club her way and put it right under her chin, lifting it to look at me and asked,"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you baby?" She blinked her eyes, nodded slightly and soft said, "Yes Daddy." I slowly moved the tip of the club to her cheek, and lightly traced a line across her chin. Her face looked like a mixture of desire and apprehension, unsure of where things were heading, but maybe, just maybe hoping for more. With that I slid the baton to her lips and softly eased it back and forth across them. "Kiss it Sammy," I said softly. Her cheeks were now glowing red, and when I saw her slowly pucker and kiss the knob of the hard black rod, my cock lurched in my pants. "Good girl Sam, that's my good girl," I said, and began moving the club back and forth across her lips once more. She continued to kiss it, but looked my way in a seductive manner, leaving no doubt that she was ready to take things to the next level. I moved it once more and traced it across her chin, down the side of her neck, and gently ran it into her cleavage. I paused for a moment as we stared at one another, the sexual tension as think as anything I'd ever experienced. I felt sure she was ready for more, so I continued on. "What's this, no bra young lady?" I asked, as I moved the tip of the club across her shirt and circled her right nipple. "I, ummm, I took it off Daddy," she mumbled. "I can see that Samantha," I replied, then after a pause added, "Is that what you wanted Sam. Did you want me to see?" I didn't think it was possible for her cheeks to get any redder, but they did as she answered softly only one word, "Yes." "That's very naughty Samantha. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?" I asked in a firm tone. "No Daddy," she whispered, her amazing blue eyes wide open. "They get punished Samantha." We sat in silence as I let my words sink in, then I stated, "Stand up." Sam did as was told and stood before me, her eyes nervously moving from my face to her toes. "Turn around," I told her, just as I had earlier on the deck. I think she knew what was coming, because her hands moved to her sides, almost behind her bottom. I reached for the hand cuffs, and while opening them said, "Hands behind your back." She complied rapidly, locking her fingers together and waiting for what was to come. I wanted to make her sweat a bit, so I took my time before I let the cool steel touch her arms. With one snap then another, I captured her supple wrists in the strong metal, holding her firmly. Once again, I asked her to face me, and she quickly responded. Her head was hanging in submission and I just knew I had her. "Time for your punishment, now over my lap sweetheart," I instructed, and patted my thighs. Sam moved forward until her legs hit the couch, then she eased forward clumsily, unsure of how to proceed. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, helping to lower her torso over my lap. When she was in place, I wiggled around a tad until I was comfortable, and she was in the proper position for what was to come. My hardness was pressed squarely into her hip, something I'm sure she had to feel. She lay across my lap unmoving as I took in her supple form across my lap. My left hand found it's way to the small of her back, while my right grasped the hem of her little plaid skirt. I pressed my palm onto her back while I began to flip her skirt over her hips, fearful that she might try to wiggle away. She remained motionless, however I heard a loud intake of breath when she realized what I was doing. My eyes seemed pulled by the new sight before me. Sam's entire bottom was now in view, only blocked by a small pair of lacy white panties. I normally am a sucker for colored undies, but her white knickers looked so much more innocent, making what we were doing seem even more powerful to me. I placed my hands on the top seam of her undies by her hips, and slipped my fingers underneath before pulling them down under her butt, uncovering all of her pale skin. I had not seen Sam's bottom so exposed since she was a child, but time had been very good to her. I almost felt sad I was going to spank her as I hated to mar something so perfect, but I knew she'd recover soon enough. I moved my hand to her butt and gently place it right in the middle of her round cheeks. I began to softly stroke her soft, warm skin before I made ready to deliver her spanking. Because of my tremendous excitement, I was truly afraid I might actually hurt my daughter, so I decided to only deliver ten blows to her bottom. "Samantha, I need you to keep completely still until your punishment is over, do you understand?" I stated flatly. "I'll try Daddy," she answered, trying to sound brave. "Good girl," I replied, then added, "Let's begin." With that I slowly drew my palm away from her warm bottom until it was about a foot above her, then quickly brought it back down to where it had been only moments before. "Ouch!" Sam yelled, and jerked on my lap, but otherwise remained still. I think she responded more out of the suddenness of the slap as opposed to it's force. I had never spanked her before so this was new territory for both of us, and I'm not ashamed to admit I was really, really enjoying it. I rested my hand of her bottom for a while and stroked her skin, saying, "Good girl Sammy." I raised my hand once more and delivered another somewhat firm blow, and the results were much the same. After that I slowly slapped her lovely bottom another few times, delighted by her submissive acceptance of the punishment. Between spanks I carefully studied my daughter's posterior. It was amazing how with each slap it turned a slightly darker shade of red, and her skin became progressively warmer as well. Little goose bumps rose under my fingers as I lovingly caressed her skin, wanting to show dominance, but not actually hurt her. Once I had delivered the tenth slap, I slid my hand up her ass and smoothed her panties back in place, then told her to roll over. The cuffs made it difficult for her to move, so I helped her sit upright and settled her on my lap. Sam's face was red and her eyes were a tad puffy as if she had been fighting back tears. She did so well and looked so sweet I just had to kiss her, so I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers softly. I whispered to her to make herself comfortable, and she adjusted herself to get settled on my lap. I felt sure she could feel my hardness under her taut bottom, but gave no indication if she had. I gave her an approving smile as I could tell she was trying to put on a strong face for me. I had set the Billy club on the end table prior to Sam's spanking and I reached for it once more, Sam's eyes following my hand as I retrieved it. I placed the tip of the club under her chin, and lifted if for her to look in my eyes. I slowly moved it across her cheek, until I once again ran it over her lips. Without being told this time, she began to kiss it as she had done before. I stopped moving it and rested it in the center of her mouth, and simply said, "Open." Staring directly at me, my daughter did as was told and opened her mouth, and I eased the tip of the black baton inside her parted lips. I moved it in about an inch, then pulled it back to her lips, before sliding it home once more. The inference was clear, so she locked her lips around the club and from action of her cheeks I could tell she was trying to suck it. My cock felt ready to explode under her weight as I said, "Good girl Sammy, you know what Daddy likes." Her head nodded slightly as her mouth worked on the rod. After no more than a minute, I slid it from her mouth and traced wet a line down her chest and placed the tip between her heaving breasts. I pushed it under her blouse, and moved the fabric to the side, exposing one naked young tit to my eyes for the first time. It was simply perfect, a creamy mound of flesh with no sag, topped by a lovely hard pink nipple. I ran the club over her sensitive spot a few times back and forth, as her head tilted back with a sigh. The daughter I formerly knew as so innocent looked absolutely wanton at that moment. "You like that, don't you baby?" I asked in a soft voice, and she just bit her lip and nodded in response. I grabbed one of the throw pillows beside me and placed it behind her back, then told her to lie back. Her hands were still locked behind her, but she did as was told and settled against the side of the couch. I then told her to spread her legs, and she slowly complied, opening herself up before me. I moved the club to her knee and slid it up the inside of her thigh until it was just under her skirt. With a flick of the wrist I flipped the skirt up to her belly, exposing the front of her pretty white panties. I looked at her lovely face and saw her close her eyes as if soaking in the moment. I'm sure she knew what was coming as I moved the tip of my instrument to her mound, and gently pressed it into her fold. I ran it up and down a few times, when softly she moaned "Yes." Halloween Party Chaperone The sight of her splayed out before me, blouse open and legs spread wide was beyond my wildest dreams. I had to feel her body directly, so I set the club down beside me, and placed my palm on her knee. I stroked her joint with my finger tips before tracing when up her thigh to her silky knickers. I made contact with her panties and instantly felt body their warmth and dampness, heightening my passion even more. I used two fingers to rub up and down her slit, then used the tips to make a circular motion over her clit. Sam's knees jerked closed for a moment trapping my hand with an, "Oh Daddy," before she opened them for me once again. I moved my fingers to the hem of her undies, then pushed them inwards to uncover her special spot. My daughter opened her eyes momentarily and looked at me, then down at her exposed pussy, before turning her head to the side and closing her eyes once more. Sam's submissive nature had me overwhelmed, but I wanted, needed more. I placed my fingers on her damp feminine lips and touched them for the first time. I lightly stroked her folds, then eased one finger into her opening. I couldn't believe how hot and wet she was, obviously loving the attention I was showing her. I heard her whimper as I moved it in and out, before adding a second finger to join the first. I methodically finger fucked my daughter, as I watched her face contort with pleasure. Her face looked so beautiful I just had to kiss her, so I moved my free hand behind her head and pulled her head towards my own. She opened her eyes briefly in wonder, but when out lips moved together she closed them once more and surrendered her mouth to me in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as my fingers continued to move in and out of her. Sam made whimpering sounds and her breathing was labored as we kissed. Her hips began to rock in union with my fingers causing her bottom to move against my painfully hard penis. I needed some relief, so I broke our kiss and stopped moving my fingers. It was clear by the look on her face that Sam didn't want me to stop, but I needed to maintain control. With her face still close to mine, I removed my fingers from her warm sheath and placed them at my lips. With my daughter watching attentively, I slid the digits into my mouth and began to lick them, savoring the first taste of my daughter's primo pussy. It was honestly the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. I then stared into her eyes and said, "Get up Sam, I need you to stand before me." She looked disappointed, but wiggled off my lap and placed her feet on the floor and stood as was asked. I grabbed the pillow she had been leaning up and placed it on the floor directly in front of me, then said one word, "Kneel." Sam quickly dropped to her knees and looked directly at me as if awaiting instructions. She looked so beautifully submissive kneeling there, I could barely contain myself. I think she knew what was about to happen when I stood only inches in front of her and reached for my belt. Her eyes watched my hands as I unbuckled my belt, then unsnapped and unzipped my slacks. I pulled the black belt from around my waist and rested it over my shoulder, then pushed my pants and boxers to my knees. Sam's eyes shot open as her father's rock-hard cock was exposed to her for the first time only inches from her face. I'm not the biggest guy I've ever seen, but I have a solid eight inches, which is also pretty thick. I wondered how many penises she had seen and if I was the largest, but quickly my mind turned back to the situation at hand. I then pulled the belt off my shoulder and brought the two ends together, creating a loop. I then lowered the loop around the back of her neck, and using one hand gently eased her head towards me, while holding my cock straight out with the other. I stopped when her lips were an inch or so from the head of my swollen member, and just like I had done with the billy club, told her to kiss it. My precious daughter cocked her head a bit then moved forward to place her lips on my hardness for the first time. She began kissing the head, then without being told started showering the shaft with butterfly kisses. "That's a good girl baby," I said as I sucked air in, reveling in the new sensation. Looking down on her, I could see her face moving back and forth across my cock, her pretty blonde hair still in her pig tails, her blouse open revealing the cleavage below. Every man should experience what I was feeling just once in his life, by far the most erotic thing I had ever even imagined. I removed my hand from my shaft and placed it on the back of her head. "Suck me Sammy," I told her, and pressed her head forward just slightly. She didn't have to be told twice as her warm, wet mouth engulfed my member. She had obviously sucked a cock before, because she instantly started using her tongue and lips on me, driving me absolutely insane. I could only close my eyes and throw my head back, basking in her illicit attention. As she worked my prick, I remembered the vision of the girl hunched over the tub while bobbing for apples, their heads moving up and down and their lovely asses rocking back and forth. I released the belt and pulled back out of her mouth and dropped onto the couch, then with my finger motioned her forward. Sam leaned towards me and I caught her by the shoulders, lowering her face back to my cock. Sam rested her chest on the couch between my legs, so I released her shoulders and grabbed her pig tails in my hands. I watched as her head began to bob up and down on my shaft, taking me back a couple of hours to the vision I had on the back porch. It was certainly even better than I could have imagined and I melted under her surprisingly talented blow job. After all of the evening's heightened arousal, I knew I would not last long and I deeply wanted to give my baby pleasure before I came. I very reluctantly pulled her back by the hair, then she looked up into my eyes as if she did something wrong. I smiled widely at her and moved a hand to her cheek and gently stroked it, telling her, "Don't worry, it was perfect baby." I then put my hands on her shoulders and eased her upright once more, then stood before her. I pulled my pants and shorts up and reattached them, then put my hands under her arms and lifted her petite frame to her feet. I then bent and placed her torso over my shoulder and carried her to her bedroom. I had though about taking her to my room, but her sweet pink room, complete with posters and stuffed animals seemed so sweet and innocent, it served to heighten my already enflamed passion. I lowered Sam to her feet and then told her to turn around. I finally unclasped the cuffs and took her wrists between my hands, gently rubbing the grooves that had warn into her skin. I then turned her around and leaned in to kiss her on her tender lips once more. After a long gentle kiss, I asked her to lay on the bed, and she climbed on and stretched out on her back, looking towards me for her next instruction. Rather than say anything, I slowly began to disrobe, one article at a time. I first took off the hat, then glasses and worked my way down, until I stood completely naked before my only child. I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, an obvious sign of our mutual excitement. I climbed onto the bed beside her and once again resumed kissing her, softly at first, but then with growing passion. I ran my hand down and eased it under her blouse and began toying with her distended nipples, one after the other, back and forth. She seemed to respond strongly when I applied more pressure, so every now and then I gently squeezed her nubbins as our tongues touched, drawing moans and sighs each time. I kissed my way to her ear and in barely a whisper said, "So beautiful baby, so beautiful," then began teasing her neck with bites and pecks. She rolled her head to the side to give me access and a long, loud, "Yes," escaped her lips. I then began kissing my way down her neck to her chest, and licked the crease of her cleavage. I moved my hands to her buttons and opened her shirt completely, exposing her creamy orbs to my hungry eyes. I couldn't wait to taste the gumdrop like nipples atop her perky tits, and quickly lowered my mouth to capture one between my lips. Heaven, simply heaven. My mouth worked on one nipple and I rolled the other between my strong fingers as she held my head to her chest. Every now and then I bit her nub gently, causing her to jerk slightly, yet pulling my head even tighter against herself. I made love to her perfect pair for what seemed like hours, but I wanted more. I released her nipples and eased my body lower slightly as I worked my way down her body. I kissed her firm abdomen, then gently ran my tongue around her cute little belly button, making her squirm on the bed under me. I thought about removing her skirt, but she looked so amazingly sweet in it I decided to keep it on, but moved my hands to the hem once more and flipped the fabric upwards. Once again, her pretty panties came into view, but now a wet spot was clearly on display right in the center of her mound. My baby was obviously enjoying herself, perhaps as much as I was, but that seemed to be impossible given my condition. I moved between Sammy's legs and pushed her knees apart by just a foot or so, then began softly kiss her thighs, alternating back and forth. I slowly kissed and licked lower and lower until my face came against her sweet little shorts, then I placed my lips on top of her mound and began pecking away at the damp cloth. My daughter's ass began rocking side to side and occasionally pressed forward, desiring greater contact. I could smell her arousal, much stronger than I had anticipated, but sweeter than any flower I had ever sniffed. I remember the bare pussy I had touched and tasted earlier, and had to experience it again. I dug my palms under her ass and grasped her panties by the sides and pulled them towards myself. Sam clearly knew what I was doing and rolled her hips to assist me in the removal of the last barrier between me and my prize. I pulled her undies off her feet, then pushed her legs open once more. I noticed for the first time that Sam was completely shaven, and I loved the look of her bare crotch. I moved my face back to her naked pussy and slowly ran my tongue up and down her small slit, drawing a long sigh from my baby. I used my fingers to open her up, and delved my tongue in as deeply as I could, needing to savour her feminine nectar. I ran it in and out then across her soaking folds before pressing it back home once more, over and over. Sam's hands were again rubbing the back of my head lovingly as I worked on her pretty pussy. She kept muttering somewhat incoherently, "Oh Daddy, Yes Daddy, God Daddy," over and over as I attacked her body with my mouth and hands. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them, making them nice and slick before pressing two fingers into her tender vagina. As Sam pressed her hips forward to meet them, I began lapping at her hard little clit with the tip of my tongue. My daughter almost threw herself into me in response, her back arching off the bed as she squeezed my face even more tightly against her groin. By her sounds and movements, I knew my daughter was close to an orgasm and I so wanted to make it a memorable one. I began to move my fingers in and out of her rapidly, and sucked her small clit into my moth, running my tongue across it repeatedly. I moved my face away from her for a second and mouthed encouragement to her, "Cum for Daddy Sammy, let yourself go and cum baby girl." Her head moved from side to side across the bed as she let herself go, humping her hips against me rapidly. "Yes Daddy, yes," she shouted as her pussy moved in time with my probing fingers. She began to move faster and faster, so I matched increasing rhythm stroke for stroke, before I heard a long, loud squeal as her orgasm overtook her. Her back arched off the bed once more as she ground her pussy into my face, rolling her hips from side to side. A series of moans followed as she eased her body back onto the bed, but continued to move her crotch up and down against my lips. I kept licking and fingering her until her body finally came to rest, her legs spread obscenely before me. I stopped my probing digits but left them lodged inside her while I ever so softly licked her lips and tenderly kissed her clit. Her hands rested on the back of my head, but there was no longer any force, as she seemed to go completely limp. After a long sigh, she once more muttered, "Oh Daddy," and stroked my hair softly. My body was enflamed, knowing I had given my daughter a wonderful climax, and I was ready for my own.. My cock was painfully swollen, and slick with my own precum. I needed to be inside my baby, but wondered if she was ready for my large cock. I kissed my way back up her body, across her sweaty chest, until my face was directly above hers. Sam opened her glassy eyes to look at me, then a soft smile spread across her lips. "God Daddy, that was amazing," she said, and stared into my eyes. "I'm glad Sammy, so glad," I responded honestly, smiling back upon her. I moved my hands to each side of her head and said, "I want to be inside you baby, are you on the pill?" She smiled widely and said, "Yes Daddy, Mom put me on it last year." She then added, "Please fuck me Daddy, please." I had never been asked so sweetly, and I wanted nothing more than to comply with her request. I told her to take my cock in her hand and guide me in. I felt her move, then jumped a bit as her small hand wrapped around my rigid prick. She placed my throbbing cock at the entrance to her womanhood, but before I entered her I lowered my face to gently kiss her soft lips. I broke the kiss and just had to tell her how I felt. "I love you Samantha," I said, and actually felt tears welling in my eyes. "I love you too Daddy," she answered, then rolled her hips forward, a clear invitation for me to begin. I slowly pushed myself into her slick but very tight hole, one inch after another. She moaned loudly and I feared I was hurting her, yet her arms wrapped around the small of my back and pulled me deeper. I heard a whisper in my ear, "So big Daddy, so big," as I filled her with my entire length. I gave her a moment to get used to my presence inside her, then slowly began rolling my hips back and forth, easing my dick in and out of her. It felt like we were made for one another, her wet pussy the perfect match for my probing prick. After a while I began to increase the speed of my assault on her body, and she matched me stroke for stroke, her legs locked around my own. I looked down at her and found her staring back at me through glassy eyes, a look of lust written all over her pretty race. I scanned lower and watched her lovely breasts rock back and forth like waves and we moved together. Grunting noises began coming from below me and I looked once more to my daughter's face and saw that she had closed her eyes and was slowly rolling her head from side to side. "Oh Daddy," she screamed as her finger nails clawed at my back, and I could only yell back, "Yes baby, yes," driving into her again and again. I had another vision from earlier in the evening, when my daughter was bent over during the apples game, and I longed for that view again. I stopped pumping and pulled my cock out, much to Sam's apparent disappointment, based on the look on her face. I instructed her to roll over and get on all fours for me, and she smiled as she realized what I wanted. Sam quickly tuned and got on her hands and knees as I had requested, and she looked back over her shoulder at me with a wicked smile as she wiggled her butt at me. I positioned myself directly behind her bottom, and looked down and saw the cute skirt covering my target. I grabbed it and lifted it over her ass, revealing a butt still red from her earlier spanking. I softly rubbed both cheeks between my palms, then moved closer so I could finish my task. I grasped my rigid cock in my right hand and lined it up with her hot hole once more. A part of me wanted to tease her a bit, but I had a deeper desire I needed to heed first, so I slowly eased myself back into my baby. She rocked back into me, apparently needing it as much as I. I reached out with my left hand and grasped Sam's pig tails, and gently pulled her hair back as I started to ride her in earnest. At the same time my right hand went to her hip, which I used for leverage to pull in and out of her. We quickly settled into a rhythm, slapping against one another time and again. I moved my hand from my daughter's hip to her right arm, which I pushed between her legs. "Rub your clit while Daddy fucks you Sammy," I gasped between heavy breaths, and she did what she was told. The image of my only child on all fours before, her perfect ass upright before me with only a strip of clothing across the small of her back was truly a sight to behold. Beads of sweat glistened all over her skin as she rocked back and forth. Thinking that I was actually inside her as she rubbed herself was simply overwhelming. I so wanted to get her off again but was afraid I wouldn't last long enough so I slowed my thrusts. Sam pushed against me harder and begged, "Please Daddy, don't stop," so I resumed fucking her as rapidly as I could. I could feel my balls begin to tingle and knew I had only moments left. I humped in and out of her like a jackrabbit, her moaning driving me forward like a madman. My thighs began to twitch and my back began to arch as I was about to shoot my load. I let go of Sam's hair and she dropped her head and really started slamming back at me faster and faster. My eyes closed and my body clenched as my orgasm overtook me. I felt like I was having convulsions as my hips moved uncontrollably forward and back. Sam's hit at the same time, screaming as she worked over my shooting cock before we both collapsed on her bed. I lay on top of my daughter for a long while, each of us gasping for air, our sweaty bodies pressed together as one. After I caught my breath, I rolled onto my back and pulled Sam atop me. She raised her face a bit and looked me in the eyes and softly said, "Thank you Daddy." I lovingly stroked the top of her head and replied, "You're very welcome baby." After a long pause with her head lying tenderly on my chest, she asked me, "Dad, we don't have to wait for another holiday to do this again, do we?" I couldn't help but chuckle at her comment, then answered, "No baby girl, we sure don't. We sure don't."