10 comments/ 102793 views/ 82 favorites A Daughter's Lust, Rewarded By: Rob_mDear This is the third of three parts in the "A Daughter's Lust" short series. This is the father/daughter version of a set of the "It Doesn't Count" series of three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. "It Doesn't Count" involves a brother and sister, "A Mother's Lust" involves a mother and son, "It Doesn't Matter" involves an older woman and her daughter's young ex-boyfriend, while "It Shouldn't Matter" involves a young woman and her younger sister's ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same. -- The Author Amy waited nervously in the bar, sipping her drink. It had been almost a week since their last encounter. They'd talked some, and met for lunch, but neither mentioned any of the events of the weekend. They flirted a bit with each other, but not much. It was as if none of it had never happened. Now it had grown unexpectedly awkward. It was all so close to incest, it was hard to ignore. Yet Amy didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. It didn't bother her that they'd gone as far as they did. It bothered her that they hadn't gone farther. But she was afraid now that her father never would, or worse yet that it might have driven them further apart. She couldn't bear that. And she wasn't sure what he thought of her now. Was she a slut in her father's eyes? Had he decided she'd gone too far? Had she ruined everything? At least he'd agreed to meet her here, at a pub on a Friday evening. That was a good sign. * * * Amy sat primly and properly at the bar, seeming stiff and distant. She must be embarrassed, Don thought. Or she could be having second thoughts about everything. He'd never imagined she could be this bold, not Amy. Amy was careful, and reserved. She could be the life of any party if she ever tried, with her smile and her looks and her wit, but she always chose to hang back and play it safe. He'd never seen such a beautiful, sexy wall-flower in his life. He couldn't understand why she was always so reserved and insecure. At least, she had been until they had started their game. Then she seemed to change before his eyes. Not entirely change, Don thought. She'd always acted that way with him, to some degree. She was always more open, and more in control, and more self confident with him. It was almost like she was a different person for him than for everyone else. She had grown into quite a woman, and seemed to take pride in demonstrating it to her father. But now she seemed to be backing off. "How was your day?" he asked her. "Good." "Just good?" "Long. The day dragged on forever. The whole week has." "Because you couldn't wait to see me?" Don regretted it the moment he'd said it. It sounded needy. He hated that. Women didn't like needy, insecure guys. They liked a guy in control, a guy brimming with confidence. Certainly, a daughter wanted a father that she could always, always depend on. And that was what he'd always been. He honestly didn't know how she'd drawn that kind of reaction from him. But Amy brightened at the comment. She smiled widely, then tried to hide it by taking a sip of her drink while fighting it back. "Yes, a bit," she said after composing herself and swallowing. * * * They talked for a while about different things, stupid, meaningless things. Her father was a lot more comfortable and relaxed than Amy had expected. She started to think she'd had it all wrong. She got her confidence back. She decided it was time for one more try. "The next phase of this project is going to be a bitch," he was explaining. "Too much blowing off lately, and the challenges are a lot tougher than my boss lead me to believe. I thought this phase at least was going to be a breeze." "I'm sorry," she said. "It's not your fault the project's tough, or that I've been blowing off." "No, not about that. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry." "So I'm going to have to work harder. Maybe stay an hour later every evening, trying to catch up." "It was my fault, not yours. I am sorry." Don was avoiding her gaze, looking into his drink. "You don't ever have to apologize for anything, Amy. I'm a grown man. I do what I want. You haven't made me do anything. I'm your father. If anyone should apologize, it should be me apologizing to you." "Not for that, silly. When I was eighteen." That got his attention. He looked at her with an expression of confusion held in check. "Eighteen?" "Yes, when you got in trouble with Mom. Big trouble." "That doesn't narrow it much. I was always in trouble with her." "When you walked in on me, naked." "How was that your fault, except for the way you carried on about it? Man, I got the silent treatment for a week. And I didn't even see much of anything. And it really was an accident. Really. I'd never do that." "No it wasn't." "It was. I swear it was." "It wasn't. I tricked you into doing it." "What?" His eyes were wide now. She'd gotten a good rise out of him with that. "I left the door ajar. I purposely took the shower knowing you were upstairs. I purposely left the shower on so you'd think I was still in it. I purposely took the CD you were looking for and put it in my room." "You set the whole thing up? Just to get me in deep shit with Mom?" "No! God, no. I never wanted to get you in trouble. I didn't think Mom would come up just then and catch you. Us." "Why, then?" "I wanted you to see me," Amy said into her glass, unable to meet his angry glare. He didn't answer her. She didn't think he'd be this angry. "I didn't expect Mom to come in, and when she did, I panicked. I was afraid everyone would realize what I'd done, so I threw a hissy fit, and made a big deal out of being embarrassed." "You wanted me to see you?" "I felt so bad that night. I put everything on you, and it was horrible. You and Mom fought, she talked about you being a pervert, the tension for the next week was unbearable, and it was all my fault." Amy stared into her glass again, reliving all of the shame and guilt she'd felt back then. "It was worth it," he said. Amy snapped her head up to look into his eyes. His expression was hard and emotionless, but after a moment his mouth widened into a grin, and once again Amy melted. "It was worth every bit of it, even for as little as I saw. I virtually fell in love with you that day. At least, I knew I would fall in love with you, if I were a young man. If I weren't your..." Now it was Amy's turn to smile broadly. She watched and warmed and melted some more as her daddy's gaze kept dropping to her mouth, and her smile, before pulling back up to look deeply into her eyes. "Um, do you want to come to my place for dinner tonight?" she asked. She could hear her voice shiver as she said it. Inside she slapped herself. She sounded like a little girl, shyly asking a guy out on a date. That wasn't how she wanted it to come out. Her father's smile faded. Now it was his turn again to look into his glass, then look around the bar. "Sure," he said eventually, but emotionlessly. "Can you give me a few minutes to get things ready before you drop by?" He looked at her for a while, trying to work things out. Amy wanted to make it more clear what she was asking for. She didn't want to come out and say it, but she didn't want him to have any surprises, or doubts. "Okay. How long?" "Ten minutes, tops. I'll leave the door open. Just come on in." Her father smiled at her again, and Amy melted for what seemed like the ten thousandth time in her life. She didn't want to leave until he stopped smiling at her, and she felt herself getting shamelessly wet at the same time. Her entire body tingled. He studied her mouth again, then leaned toward her, moving his lips toward hers. Amy glanced quickly around the bar in a panic. No one was watching them. No one in the bar right now knew them. The bartender was facing the other way, washing glasses. In a moment his lips were on hers. The touch was soft at first, but it wasn't long before the pressure increased. His lips were so warm and soft, far softer than she'd ever expected. Their mouths matched perfectly, as he moved his lips easily over hers, pressing, tasting, touching, probing, exploring. Amy parted her mouth, inviting his tongue in, but it never came. Her father pulled slowly away, while Amy leaned into him, trying to continue the tender, un-fatherly kiss. She sat with her eyes closed, and her heart pounding, and her body slipping away. She suddenly felt as if she was falling, making her reflexively snap her eyes open as she reached for the bar to catch and steady herself. She scolded herself. She should have fallen into his arms. She should have let him catch her. She knew that he would have. He was her father. She looked at him. Her daddy was right there, staring at her with a look of love and longing that she'd never, ever seen in a man's eyes. That one brief, tentative kiss had been amazing. Unbelievable. With an act of will, Amy pushed herself off of her barstool, stood up unsteadily, and backed away. She held his gaze until she found the strength to turn and walk, but she still stole quick glances back, where her darling handsome father sat staring at her, smiling, and nursing his drink. * * * Don entered her apartment as quietly as he could, then eased the door shut, hoping to surprise her. He walked and looked first toward the bedroom, to the left. It seemed empty. Turning, he caught sight of her to his right, through the archway leading into the kitchen. He saw the straight backs of her deliciously long, shapely legs, their muscles made taught by high heels, and her posture. She was bent over the kitchen table, facing away, poised beside a single, long sharp knife, with her bare ass raised and exposed to him. His gaze immediately went there, to the firm, round globes of her ass cheeks, with her tempting holes, anus and cunt together, clearly exposed between them. Her ankles were tied, separately, to the two nearest legs of the table with sheer black pantyhose, so her legs and ass were spread for him. Her sweet, tight little anus was clearly visible as a slightly darker, puckered hole closed tightly between her fleshy ass cheeks. Her cunt beneath it was even more beautiful. He could see the curls of golden brown pubic hair, but even better he could see her cunt lips, like large undulating flower petals, glistening with moisture, and seemingly already open for him, beckoning to him to enter her as quickly as he could. Don stood there a long while, watching her. He'd moved quietly, so he didn't know if she'd heard him or not. Her body was pressed flat against the table, with her wrists bound together before her with black hose, and bound tightly as well to the far table legs to either side of her. Her head was flat against the table, turned to the side, with her hair again disheveled and falling across her face, obscuring her vision. His daughter was a captured angel, bound and displayed for him and offered to him, to be used however and whenever he wished. He was her father. He knew better. He was ready to violate an inviolable trust, and bond, and responsibility. But he wanted her too badly now to resist, and her desire for him was undeniable. * * * Amy hadn't heard her father enter, so the shock was thrilling when she heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper right behind her. She fought the urge to twist back to look at him. Instead she enjoyed the thought of him having been there for she didn't know how long, admiring her and lusting after her. He had to take her now, tonight. He just had to. Now man would ever feel like he would inside her. She never wanted another man, she'd never trust another man inside her, once she'd given herself to her father. Amy was thinking this, while trembling with fear and anticipation, when she unexpectedly felt his stiff, hot cock brush against the left side of her ass cheek. She couldn't entirely stop the squeal that rushed out of her mouth. She cut it off by biting her lip as her daddy gently brushed his cock across her entire ass, from side to side, as if tickling her gently with a huge, hot, hard feather. That torment lasted only a moment before he settled his long cock into the crack of her ass. Once there, it slipped forward and back, smoothly dry fucking her. She eagerly clenched her ass cheeks together, trying to squeeze and hold him and pleasure him as much as she could. He was so close. The perfect, most desirable cock, the only cock she ever wanted to feel inside her, was so close. For fun, she taunted him again. "Don't fuck me, Daddy. Please don't fuck me. Not your little girl. Not with my daddy's cock." In response, he pressed his cock hard against her. She felt his hard stomach muscles and hips crushing her ass, with the pressure of his flaming cock between them. It felt massive now, bigger than it had ever looked. She knew it was her imagination, but in her head she saw her father's cock as the biggest, most desirable thing she'd ever seen. "You little slut, Princess. You want it. You're not fooling anyone. You desperately want to feel your father's cock inside you." "No, Daddy, no I don't. Please, please let me go. Please don't fuck me." He laughed at her again, as he took his cock away. Amy gripped the edge of the table, waiting for long, agonizing moments without his touch, or even a sound. She felt as if she'd been abandoned. His cock touched her again, on the outside of her right hip. From there, he slid it gently down her leg, stroking her. He moved it again, to the inside of her right thigh up just below her burning cunt. She thought about how wet she was. She thought about how close his cock was to entering her, when he slipped it down the inside of her leg, and then the contact was gone. Amy moaned loudly in disappointment. "So you want me to leave you alone?" her father asked. His voice was hard and angry. "No," Amy said reflexively, then caught herself. "Yes, yes, leave me alone, Daddy. Don't make me fuck you. Don't make me feel my father's sinful cock anymore." In mid sentence, Amy felt her father's tongue touch the folds of skin that covered her clitoris. She wailed at the sudden, unexpected sensation. * * * After that one, quick flick, Don hesitated a moment, there on his knees behind her. He heard his own voice in his mind, wicked, teasing words that he would have had a hard time saying to any woman, let alone his perfect, innocent daughter. This was insane. He shouldn't be doing any of this. And yet the lust he felt, the burning, irresistible drive to be a man for this beautiful young woman, it pushed him beyond his sense of obligation and reason. He paused to study his daughter's beautiful, irresistible slit up close. He looked at her bulging vulva, with cunt lips that curled like waves, spread invitingly to reveal the wet, pink heaven beneath them. Still pushing down his reluctance, he slipped his tongue in, just the very tip, letting it taste her, before tracing the length of her slit down, from the end closest to her anus toward her clitoris. Once there, his tongue artfully separated the folds of skin until it found the button of her clitoris, where it swirled and tickled and tormented her. Amy immediately began to squeal and whimper at his tongue's forays, and he couldn't stop himself from grinning into her sweet tasting cunt. "Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy, darling Daddy, sweet, darling Daddy." That was the beginning of a long, barely changing song from Amy, a high pitched, squealing, chorus of love and lust and longing for her father. It drove any thought of stopping out of his mind. She was his darling little girl, and he was giving her unimagined pleasure. It couldn't be that wrong. He'd done everything he could for her in his life. Surely he could do this to, for her. He could give her what she so clearly wanted. Don took his time with her, as much time as he could bring himself to endure, as his cock screamed at him to do something completely different. Still, as long as she squealed and sang to him, he thought he could never stop. * * * Daddy's tongue was like a wicked sorcerer's wand, magically sucking Amy's life and soul out of her body through her clitoris. Her father's tongue was like nothing she'd ever felt, and her passion increased ten fold with that thought. Her father was enjoying her cunt, and pleasing her, like no other man ever could or would. She was a woman to him, now. The thought warmed her in unimagined ways. She was a woman. He was a man, enjoying her as a woman. Daddy loved her the way only he, of all men, could. Amy felt herself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She knew it could come at any moment, that she was losing control and that when it hit her, when she was pushed over the edge, she was going to lose her mind. As delightful as it was, before that happened she needed something else from him, something more. It was so hard to trust a man, to let him inside of her, but it was easy with him. She could so easily give herself to her daddy. "Fuck me now, Daddy. Please, please, dear father, darling father, fuck me now. Teach your little girl to love your cock now. Teach my cunt to love your cock like I love your tongue." In response, Daddy drove his tongue deep into the crevice of her cunt. His tongue marauded through her, like an evil snake searching for something, hunting for something to devour, or to torture. For herself, Amy responded by driving her cunt back into his face and onto his tongue. She could move a lot, despite the bonds, and she took advantage of that bit of freedom, grinding her ass and her cunt against her father's face with utterly wicked, sinful abandon. And then he was gone. Amy grabbed the edges of the table more tightly. She continued to rotate her ass, searching for him. Half of her wanted his talented tongue back on her aching clitoris. She was so close to orgasm, she felt that one more touch from him would send her mind spinning into space, never to return. Yet another part of her thought that now he would finally, gratefully, and perfectly enter her. Now he was going to fuck her, to fill her with himself. She listened in frightful disappointment as he walked around the table. Amy opened her eyes to admire his hard muscled, athletic body as he moved. He didn't look fifty-five to her. He slipped along with the grace of a lion, and with the same obvious, strong rippling movements of his sinews. She admired the folds between his abdominal muscles, and the dramatic, powerful "v" shape of his frame where it spread up from his strong thighs and hips to broad, rounded shoulders and arms above a chest accented with more taught muscles. Then he stood before her. Right before her eyes, just inches from her extended arms and hands, his cock hovered, her father's cock, the cock she'd longed for and dreamed of for months now. It was right there, just out of reach. * * * "Is this what you want, Princess?" he asked her. Don stared at her face, almost immobilized by the look of total, unrestrained lust in his daughter's eyes. She stared at his cock the same way, unable to take her eyes off of it. "Answer me. Is this what you want?" he demanded. She glanced up at him then, briefly, only to quickly bring her smoldering gaze back down to his cock. "Yes," she whispered. She looked up at him again, a little frightened, like a child looking to a teacher for praise, to see if she'd answered correctly. "Yes," she repeated, more firmly. "That's what I want. My father's sweet cock." Don eased himself forward, guiding his cock into her bound, waiting hands. Her fingers quickly enveloped it, gently dancing over its taught skin with feather touches, just as he'd tormented her with his lips when she had been bound to the door. A Daughter's Lust, Rewarded Don closed his eyes as he rocked back and forth, sliding his cock gracefully through her fingertips, fucking her hand much like he soon intended to fuck his daughter's sweet cunt. Her touch was painfully delicate, as ghostly as the kisses he'd once bathed her in. Despite that, or maybe because of it, he felt the cum quickly building in his balls and his cock. The unexpected sensation made him snap his eyes open, as he began the tormenting struggle of fighting it back, of making himself last, both for her and for him. She was looking up at him, a hungry, submissive angel, looking for acceptance and praise. He continued to gently slide his cock back and forth in her loving hands as they held each other's gaze. She was so beautiful, a perfect, cover girl face, with a wide, full, perfect mouth, now seductively parted in a posture of unconscious lust. Her sea green eyes were expressively showing her longing for him. Her straight blonde hair fell on her shoulders, with a few locks scattered helter-skelter across her face, across her eyes and the side of her nose. For a moment, Don let his imagination fly. He watched his cock slipping through her hands, then imagined it slipping into his gorgeous daughter's precious mouth, or better yet coming then, showering her face and lips with a beautiful rain that would mark her as his forever. He should have felt guilt now, but he couldn't. Not any more. Not now. He felt like he actually belonged to her. The image brought Don so close to losing control that he jerked himself away, out of her grip. Still, he relished the look of fear and panic it immediately brought to Amy's face, as her eyes darted from his cock to his eyes and back again, showing him what she wanted. "Please, Daddy, just a little more. Please?" she pleaded. Her voice had raised a few octaves above normal, exposing her excitement to him. Every word was said in a cute little girl soprano, the voice of a wanton slut. "Please, Daddy, put it in my hands. Put your hot cock in your daughter's loving hands." * * * Daddy grinned at her, ignoring her pleas, and for maybe the first time in her entire life, her father's smile didn't make Amy melt. Instead she grew angry, frustrated that he'd taken his cock away, like a child grown suddenly vicious when a babysitter takes away a favorite toy. She let her anger show in her voice. She strained against the black bonds that cruelly held her hands in check. "Give it back, Daddy. Give it back to me." He laughed at her then, as he glided around the table and disappeared from sight. Amy rested her cheek on the table, knowing, hoping, what was coming next, suddenly grateful that he had ignored her. She unthinkingly, at least at first, arched her back, pressing her tits firmly into the table as she raised her ass in open, unmistakable invitation to her sweet, adorable daddy's cock. * * * Don stood behind Amy again, letting his eyes caress her ass this time, instead of his cock. He stayed there a long while, trying to calm himself down, trying to keep himself from coming the moment he entered her, or even just by thinking about entering her. Amy wasn't making it any easier with the sound of her exquisite voice. "Where are you, Daddy? Don't leave me here, Daddy. Don't leave without fucking me. I'll fuck you good, I promise I will. I'll be a good little fuck for you." Don squinted his eyes tightly shut, trying to think of other things. When he opened them, he focused on her back. He admired how the wide, curving swell of her ass and hips narrowed dramatically to a petite waist, and then spread again into the pleasing expanse of her back and shoulders. She was so much more beautiful than all of the other girls he'd put in this position, lying beneath him, begging for his cock. He really didn't know why he'd ever wasted his time with them. His inhibitions were finally gone. Amy was beautiful. She wasn't a little girl anymore, she was a woman, a woman that wanted and needed him. She needed him now, in a way that a woman needs a man. He wanted to be there for her, as a man, just as he'd always been there every other time. She wanted him. He wanted her. His gaze immediately fell to the rounded edge of her breast, where it lay squashed against the table. This position was wrong for Amy, he thought. He wanted to fuck her with her tits facing him, where he could kiss her and see her and taste her and hold her. He wanted to make love to his daughter as thoroughly and passionately and attentively as he could. His cock twitched reflexively at his thoughts, then surged when Amy squealed again. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me right now. I need it now. Please." He'd hardly regained control, but he couldn't wait any more. It was time. * * * Amy tugged on the bonds around her wrists, pulling, stretching, trying feverishly to work her way backwards, back to where Daddy was standing. She strained and twisted fruitlessly, searching for a way, a key, a trick to get free, to corral her father and throw herself onto him. She pushed her ass up and back, lifting it to him, guiltlessly offering her drenched, burning, incestuous cunt to him. Her daddy was right there, the one man for whom she wanted to be a total and complete woman. He was the one man that could fill and complete her, by joining his body and soul with hers. He would never, ever hurt her. There was no way that this could be wrong. He was her father. He loved her. She loved him. She trusted him. She was giving herself to him. Without warning the head of his cock pressed it's way into Amy's searching cunt. She felt it spread her cunt lips, gently and smoothly, but meaningfully. There was no doubt that she had his cock in her. It was thick and hard and hot and alive inside of her. The elation spread through her like the waves of a storm, washing everything else away. Her father's cock was inside her. He didn't push it in far. She felt no more than an inch or two before he abruptly withdrew it. He slipped it in again, two times, but no farther than the first, and then left her completely empty. "No, Daddy! Fuck me, don't stop, fuck me right. You did it, you already did it. You put your cock in your little girl's cunt. Don't stop now. Fuck me." Amy lay there for an eternity, again fiercely grabbing the edge of the table in frustration, again wiggling her ass, searching for and inviting her father's cock to find and fill her. Then his cock was in her again, deeper this time, but not much more than another inch. Three inches of cock, that was all he gave her. Three inches in, out, in, out, and then it was gone. "Daddy! Daddy!" she screamed. "Stop it, Daddy. Stop teasing and fuck me. Enough fucking teasing already. Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Her daddy entered her again. Maybe another inch. Amy squealed as he slowly, gently slipped into her. She was so wet, she could barely feel any friction, but his cock was thankfully thick, pressing against the walls of her cunt, leaving no doubt that she had a glorious cock inside her. Her father's wicked, forbidden, magnificent cock was inside her. He fucked her slowly and easily, but still tormented her by holding the full length of his shaft out, giving her only a few inches, only a taste of what he had given other women. The depths of her cunt pleaded with her, screamed at her for more, and she passed the pleas on to him. "God, Daddy, Please. I'm begging, please, please fuck me hard. Give it all to me, Daddy, give your baby girl all of her daddy's cock. Please." The last words stuttered their way out of her mouth. She was almost crying. In fact, she felt a single tear welling up in her right eye. The agony and pleasure and temptation and torment was that exquisite, that overpowering, that unbearable. * * * Don felt a wave of guilt at the sound of her voice. If he didn't know better, if he didn't understand or see, if he only heard her voice from around the corner and didn't understand the words, he'd think she was being tortured. She sounded that pained and distressed. He spitefully pulled his cock completely out of her again. He almost had to. He did love tormenting her, and it took a tremendous act of will to resist simply plunging completely into his unbearably sexy daughter and fucking her as hard and fast and violently as he could. But if he did, he knew, he'd come instantly, and it would be over. Don needed this fuck, this one, tremendous, incestuous fuck, to last forever. It was like losing his virginity to his own daughter, and taking hers at the same time. It was as if all of the other lovers he'd had in his life had only been imaginary. They were nothing, not even memories, just phantom fantasies that didn't count. That thought struck him as funny. Once, he and Amy had talked about how their first encounter together, when they teased and played and came, but never actually touched each other, didn't count as incest. They hadn't really broken any taboos, they told themselves, and each other. But now, Don felt as if it was all of the other sex in his life that didn't count. This was the only one that did, making love to his absolutely beautiful, sweet, loving daughter. This was real sex. This was real love. This was the only lover that mattered to him, or ever mattered, or ever would matter. His darling little girl was everything to him. * * * Amy waited impatiently, pleading and begging, and loving every moment of agonizing anticipation. "Please, please," she begged again. Her voice had by now faded to a mere whisper, a phantom scream. Inside, she had surrendered to the fact that he was in control. She was bound to the table, and bound to him, and he would do whatever he wanted. And Amy liked it that way. "Please," she whispered powerlessly. "Please fuck me deeper, Daddy." His cock was part way in her, just a few inches, then suddenly it filled her completely. She felt his hips slam into her ass, pressing hard against it, even driving her forward across the table, as he plunged thoroughly into her, every delightful inch of him. Her bonds tightened at her ankles, squeezing them tightly. The edge of the table dug into her thighs, both painfully and painlessly. She pressed her cheek harder against the cold, smooth, unyielding surface of the table, the only thing she could do, the only movement she could make. But all of these sensations were nothing, all of them were meaningless background noise compared to the deep, hot, spearing feel of Daddy's cock buried far inside her cunt. It felt as if he'd reached a spot inside her that had never been touched, a virgin part of her that longed for his cock, and only his cock, to touch it and press it and pleasure it. His cock left her momentarily, but it returned as quickly. He moved it now, rapidly, brutishly, in and out and into her again, forcing her into the table, and forcing words out of her mouth. "Oh, God, Daddy, yes! Yes, like that, fuck me like that, fill my fucking princess cunt just like that." She felt her own cunt grabbing at his cock, tightening, trying to hold him inside her. She knew it was useless, but she tried, she tried dearly, to grab his cock with her cunt and hold inside of her forever as she begged him to continue. "Yes, Daddy, like that, fuck your princess hard like that." Her words devolved into moans and grunts, spewing from her mouth in time with her father's thrusts, as he hammered her relentlessly, and skillfully, and eagerly. Above all, he fucked her eagerly. * * * She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman, Don thought. He felt no guilt as he fucked his daughter. None. She was a woman, now, a beautiful, sensual woman. He felt no guilt as he savored the feel of the tight, strong walls of her cunt clenching at his cock, pumping him relentlessly, drawing the cum up into his shaft. "Your cunt is so fucking tight, Amy. I can't believe your hot, sweet cunt is so damn fucking tight." This was right, he thought, more right than fucking any of the other useless, distant women he'd been with. He had never really been there. He was never really with them. He didn't make love to them. Not like this. Not like he was with his daughter. The sudden realization was liberating. Don tipped his head back in unexpected joy as he lost all restraint, ready to fuck his little girl as long and hard as he could, and to come inside her with a force that he'd never felt. He felt no guilt, no limits, no boundaries, only racing lust and unequalled pleasure. His only limit, his only bond, was the thought that Amy had to love it to. He had to make Amy feel the way he felt, to come as hard as he knew that he was going to come. "Tell me you love my cock, Princess. Tell me you love it." "I do, Daddy, I love your cock. I love the wicked feel of your cock." "I love you, Amy. Your father loves you more than any other man ever will." Don waited for a reply, but all he got in response were squeals and screams. His thrusts were wild, now, fast and deep and barbaric. He felt and heard his hips slamming against Amy's ass, slapping against her soft, wonderful flesh. His hands cruised over her ass cheeks, and up across her body. He leaned on her, trying to reach around to grab her tits. Amy was able to lift her body just enough, letting him find her nipples, then crushed his hands beneath her, between the table and her tits as he crudely squeezed them. "You're so fucking beautiful, Princess, so God damn fucking gorgeous." She screamed more loudly then. Don tried to slow some, to give her room to think and speak and tell him that she loved him. And then he would kiss her. Don spied the long knife, conveniently left on the table, just within his reach. He pulled his hands from beneath Amy as she wailed in frustration at him. It took only a moment to grab the knife and lean forward to cut the bonds holding her arms down, first the right, then the left, though they remained tightly bound together. Instantly she lifted herself on her elbows, and his hands found her tits easily. He explored and squeezed and caressed them frantically, as her screams died in her throat and she grew suddenly silent. * * * Now that she was partially free, with Daddy's strong arms and hands embracing her, supporting her, and relentlessly groping and squeezing her lonely tits and nipples, Amy twisted around to find her father's mouth with hers. There was no restraint this time, no tenderness. This wasn't a shy lover's first kiss. Her tongue leapt from her mouth, searching for his, only to be instantly met by her father's, even more eager and hungry and powerful. Their mouths and tongues worked and battled unstoppably, each fucking the other's mouth in a violent frenzy. Now, too, Amy could move her hips more, forcing herself onto Daddy's stiff prick, getting every last inch of penetration from him, and holding him inside her longer. Now she could move with him, show him the rhythm she wanted, get his strokes to match the needs of her own body. He fell in tune with her instantly, finding her beat, finding her needs, finding the heart of her lust. She felt so full, so totally stretched and full of cock. She felt completed. A deep, hungry hole in her body and soul was finally filled by a man, the one and only man that could do it, the only man she could really trust and give herself to completely, her magnificent, handsome, powerful father. Amy pulled free of his kiss. "Fuck your little slut, Daddy. Fuck your little slut full of daddy cock." "Sh," her father told her. "You're not a slut, Princess, you're an angel, you're my little angel, my precious little angel." Amy looked into his eyes, feeling everything welling up inside her. She could feel tears welling in her eyes as his mouth closed on hers. Amy screamed into his mouth as the first orgasm took control of her. She felt herself shuddering against him, then was stunned as a second orgasm hit her just moments after the first. That had never happened to her before, she thought momentarily, before a third, more thunderous orgasm pummeled her body, making her twist and wrench herself within Daddy's strong grip. A loud, piercing moan from her father brought a torrent of further climaxes on her, until she became lost in the sensations, no longer remembering who or what or where she was. * * * The cum filled Don's cock this time in a sudden, uncontrollable rush. He had no chance or hope of holding it back, even if he'd had the will. It shot through his cock and into his daughter with a force he'd never imagined, pouring cum into her hot, wet, twitching cunt repeatedly, each time his cock stiffened and grew with another orgasmic wave. She was coming, too, he was sure. Her wails and gyrations, the uncontrollable quivering of her cunt over his cock, the way her mouth stopped moving against his as he kissed her, and the way she screamed her pleasure straight into his mouth, all left him no doubt that they were sharing an unbelievable, incomparable climax together. He was overwhelmed with a sudden surge of strength, a feeling of absolute control and force coursing throughout him. She was so beautiful, and she'd given herself freely to him. She had surrendered herself, body and soul, to him. She was no longer a little girl, no longer his little princess. She was a wonderful, beautiful, graceful woman, the most desirable woman on the earth, and she belonged to him, totally and completely. His cock filled her with his cum to prove it to them both. He let his hands wander down her belly, making her jerk back, over sensitized to his touches. One hand found the button of her clit, making her shrink back further, pressing her ass harder against his hips, and his cock deliciously deeper into her cunt. "Please, Daddy, no, for real, no, it's too much," she panted. She laughed then, before continuing. "It's too fucking much, baby, it's too much, it's too much." She grabbed his hands then, guiding them away up to her breasts before releasing them, to lean forward to rest her elbows on the table. She continued to grind her ass and cunt against him, onto his cock, as she panted and recovered. For himself, Don continued to slip his cock in and out of her sweet cunt, relishing the feel of it, as he blindly explored her incomparable tits with his hands. Don let his lips find Amy's ear lobe, then rubbed his cheek against her pale blonde hair. He inhaled deeply, savoring his daughter's uniquely satisfying scent. * * * Amy's daddy kept magically fucking her as she tried to find her bearings, as she clutched desperately at random thoughts, trying to recover who and what and where she was. The only name that came into her mind was Daddy. In moments the confusion passed, and she laughed softly to herself. "Shit, Daddy. Oh my God, Daddy. Oh my fucking God, that was good. You're amazing." Her father was silent, but his hands continued to move tenderly over her body, and his cock stayed buried deep inside her, still moving gently. Amy thought about his cum deep inside her, too. She imagined feeling it, feeling her father's hot cum spreading through her pussy. Her only regret was that she couldn't taste it again. Their first night together, she'd patiently waited for him to fall fast asleep, then had furtively stolen drops of it from his belly with the tip of her tongue, her first wicked taste of her father''s sweet cum. Their second night together, she waited for him to leave, then smeared his cum over her tits and licked it from her fingers, belatedly wishing she'd let him watch her do it. The third night, she let him see her taste that one small drop, but she had to have the rest of it in her cunt. She pushed it all into her hungry, lonely cunt. But now it was all there, where it belonged, out of her reach. Tomorrow morning would be different. Tomorrow, after a night sleeping in each other's arms, it would be Daddy's turn to awaken, only to find himself tightly bound to the bed, spread-eagled for her, teased and tormented by her. She'd use her breath, and her hair, and her lips and her tongue on his cock, but only his cock, nothing else. And when he came, he would squirm and twist and fight against his bonds, but he wouldn't be free until he had watched his little girl take every drop of her father's cum into her greedy mouth. A Daughter's Lust, Rewarded But first, tonight, they would make love again, without bonds of any sort, physical, mental or emotional. He would lead her to her room, where she would lay on the bed, calmly and willingly waiting for him to take her. They would make love then, tenderly and slowly and gently. She would open herself to her father, taking him inside her, and feeling her trust and love for him grow with every pulsing moment that he filled her. Amy pushed herself back up and into his strong arms again, where she held them against her with hers. His mouth found her neck, where he covered her with warm, wet breaths and kisses. Amy smiled as his hands continued to gently massage and explore her breasts. She held his hands there, urging him on, making sure that he didn't stop. She wanted him to hold her like this forever. "I love you so much, Daddy," she said. She felt him stop, raise his head and look at her. She looked over at him, smiling. "I love you more than anything, Daddy. I want to be your perfect woman." He kissed her instantly. It was soft at first, soft and exploring, but it quickly grew frantic, then wild and uncontrollable. Amy fought him when he eventually tried to pull away, so he had to grab her head in his hands to hold her back to get his own words out. "I love you, too, Princess. Amy. You are the most amazing woman ever, and I want to be your lover for as long as I can, whenever I can." Then he kissed her again, with a deep, wicked, incestuous kiss, shared by a loving father and daughter, after an act of shameless, unrestrained, and incomparable lovemaking. It undoubtedly did count as incest, but also as something far more.