9 comments/ 86829 views/ 29 favorites A Tribute to My Daddy By: DailyReader It had been another boring April day at the office. Despite the fact that it was my forty-third birthday, not one person had mentioned it, even though I had worked with some of them for years. Just another day shuffling documents around, completing financial reviews, and in general doing nothing. And when I got home, things probably wouldn't be any better. My wife, daughter, and I would go out to dinner -- some place I wouldn't want to go, most likely -- where I'd be embarrassed by waiters singing "Happy Birthday" and giving me a crappy ice cream sundae, even though I don't like them anyway. Hell, I probably wouldn't even get birthday sex. Since Audrey, my wife, turned forty earlier in the year, it seems like her sex drive had vanished. Her midlife crisis, if that's what it was, was starting to get to me. When I got to the house, no one else was home. Audrey probably hadn't even started her own commute home, and I rarely know where Jamie was. Since she turned eighteen back in December, it was harder and harder to get her to sit down. She had five days to pick a college, and for all I know, she hadn't even looked at the letters telling her if she'd been accepted or not. So it was a nice surprise to see a note on the kitchen counter in Jamie's clear, if girly handwriting. "Happy birthday, Daddy! I just wanted to make sure it was the first thing you saw when you got home. I promise I'll give you a better card when you get home. And your present is a surprise! A complete surprise, I promise. --- Jamie" I smiled. At least someone, someone important to me, had remembered my birthday. No one was going to be home for at least a little while, it seemed, so I decided to make the most of my time. Now Audrey doesn't exactly approve of my favorite use of the Internet, but if she doesn't let me at her, then I have to get my relief somewhere. I logged in to my computer, and chose my favorite bookmarks. Ever since I first saw a quick video on the internet a few years back of some teenaged girl with nice round tits, probably no older than my daughter, sandwiched between two cocks, I couldn't get enough. Nothing got me off faster than some girl sucking off one dick with another buried in her ass. That was what I loved. And luckily for me, the internet had more than enough sites for me. Just as what would have been my first video of the evening ended, each guy coming across the little blonde's face, I heard Jamie's old Honda pull into the driveway. The brakes squealed every time she put them on, so it was a little hard to miss. Shit, I thought, better not let her catch me looking at girls her age. I doubt she'd approve of that. Quickly, I closed the porn and brought up my e-mail, tucking my cock back into my slacks. "Daddy?" I heard her call. "Daddy, are you home?" "In here, honey, just checking my e-mail," I said, my slightly strained voice carrying easily through the house. "Come on in." Jamie bounded in, giving me a wide smile. "Close that and come back in here. I want to give you your card now. Before Mom gets home." She made a face; Audrey and her had been fighting lately, over everything. And every argument ended the same way: "I'm eighteen and I can do what I want," followed by "Well, if you're eighteen, you can just go live somewhere else." So far, I hadn't let things get entirely out of hand, but I had my fair share of moments of doubt in my ability to keep the peace. "Alright. But I'm warning you, if it makes fun of how old I'm getting, I think I'll need to find myself a different daughter. One with more respect for her elders." I chuckled and smiled at her. No one could ever replace my Jamie, and though she knew it, she never took advantage of being an only child of a father who doted on her with all his heart. The occasional pair of new jeans doesn't really count, does it? "You're not getting old. Just aging, kind of like a fine wine. You just keep getting better every year," she said with a smile. "I think you're sucking up. I bet there's some new CD you want or something." "I'm not sucking up at all, I promise." "Well, I'll come in right after I check my e-mail." "Can't you come in now? I looked all over town for this card," she said, using that insistent tone of voice that fathers know all too well leads to them doing exactly what their daughters want. "Alright, alright." I walked back into the kitchen, leaving my e-mail open, wanting to see what card she got me. "There it is Daddy. I hope you like it. Open it now, and tell me how you like it when I get back. I have to pee," she said with a giggle. I opened the card, waiting for the inevitable joke about being over the hill. However, much to my surprise, it was just a picture of the stars on the front, but inside she had written a sincere, heartfelt message, telling me how much she loved me and how lucky she was to be my daughter. It ended with the words "I love you always, Daddy." with her name written in big, bold letters. I looked around for her, but she hadn't come back yet. "It'll certainly be better than Audrey's card," I said to myself. "What was that, Daddy?" "Oh, nothing. I didn't hear the flush or you come back in. Sorry. I absolutely love your card. I think I'll take it to work, so I'll always know what you think of me," I said, smiling. "This card is enough for anyone. I don't need any other present from you this year." She beamed wide, before giving me a long squeeze. "And I meant every word, Daddy. And I didn't get you much of a present anyway. No money," she said with a sigh. "You know the rules. No borrowing from the Bank of Dad on his birthday. It's closed. Like a holiday." She laughed. "I wasn't asking, silly." I smiled at my lovely daughter. "Well, I need to finish checking my e-mail. Your aunt Rose has probably sent me another obnoxious e-card like she did last year." I gave her another hug, then walked back into the computer room. Sure enough, I had gotten just that, along with a few chain letters and more spam than I needed. "Want to make her yours ALL NIGHT LONG?" one asked. I sure did. It wasn't a matter of ability though, only willingness. I shook my head, then closed the window. Something about my desktop looked a little different, but it was only after a moment that I saw that someone -- not me -- had added a folder to it. It was obvious after a quick look who had done it. It required no detective work, for it was labelled "DADDY'S PRESENT (so i lied a little bit)." I laughed, then opened the document. I figured I'd play it cool that I had seen it, then surprise Jamie with my knowledge at dinner. The only thing in it was a video file, labeled "A Tribute to my Daddy." I looked at the length. Fifteen minutes. This must be some tribute. "Daddy?" Jamie said, walking into the room. "Something up?" "Oh, nothing. I was just going to tell you I was going to run to the gas station before we went out. Can I have a little, teeny, itsy-bitsy bit of gas money?" I laughed. "Take a ten from my wallet," I said. "On the counter." She gave me a thank-you hug, and after a few seconds, I heard the Honda pulling out. Making sure that my daughter had left, I opened up her video. It began with a shot of her sitting in the living room. After some fiddling, she made sure the camera looked up at her before addressing it. "Happy birthday Daddy. I wanted to do something extra special for you, so you know just how much you mean to me. I know you probably loved my card, but this is something special from me to you. I hope you think about it tonight, especially when you're with Mom." I thought that was kind of a weird thing to say, especially after the card made it perfectly clear how she felt about me. She loved her Daddy, and that was plainly obvious. She reached to turn the camera off, and when it flicked back on, I gasped. What came up was entirely unexpected. My daughter, my baby girl, had the camera on her desk, aimed directly at her bed. That, in and of itself, was nothing to excite comment. But as she scooted back from the camera, it was obvious that the only thing she was wearing were a pair of yellow bikini panties. I blinked, twice, making sure I was seeing straight. "If you've gotten this far," video-Jamie said, "then you might as well watch the whole thing. Besides, it's going to suck for me if you turn it off. I really, really want you to see it. I know Mom hasn't exactly been putting out lately." I couldn't help but laugh at my daughter's comment. Obviously, our sex life hadn't been making enough noise lately. "So I thought I might help you out a little bit. Watch me. Watch your little girl. Please Daddy, watch me." I never could say no when she called me Daddy. Never. "First, though, I think you should go ahead and get your cock out, Daddy. It'll make things easier for you," she said. Like I said, never could say no. I pulled my pants down, and my cock sprang up out of my boxers, ready for a little attention. "Assuming that you did that, we're good. She smiled her most winning smile at the camera, two rows of sparkling white teeth glinting at me. One hand went to pull her panties to one side, exposing a completely shaved pussy to my view. "Like that, Daddy? Like it bald? It's so sensitive," she said, drawing a hand across her slit and shuddering. I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "But know what I like too?" She quit speaking and drew a hand over her breasts -- no, her tits. I knew they were smaller than most girls' her age, but seeing them naked in front of me, I loved them, even though I'd always preferred big breasts. At that moment, the most beautiful thing in the world was the sight of my daughter's mosquito bite tits. She tugged on one nipple, gasping as it stretched and snapped back. "So I like it a little rough," she laughed. "Well, maybe more than a little, but you can see more of that later." She winked flirtatiously, then put her hand back to her pussy, rubbing what I could see in small circles. At this point, I was already jacking my cock, letting my hand slide up and down the rock hard shaft. I wanted to see her sandwiched between two cocks, I wanted to cum on her tits, I wanted to make her my little slut. Some part of me kept reminding me that this was my daughter. But, honestly, I didn't care. And this was my birthday present anyway. After a little rubbing, she tugged down her panties, letting me see everything. Then, she climbed off the bed, disappearing from the frame for a moment. When she came back into view, she had a vibrator in one hand, and a dildo that I thought must be too thick to fit in my daughter, petite as she was. She turned the vibrator on, sliding it against her clit, which I figured must have been just as hard as my cock, before moaning loudly. "Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes! You like watching me fuck myself Daddy, don't you? You like watching your little girl, who you never thought of like this, fuck her tight cunt with a vibrator. You can admit it." I licked my lips. I never had heard such language out of Jamie, ever. "I do like watching you fuck yourself, buzzing your clit, sliding it into your pussy," I said to the empty room, rubbing my cock faster, feeling it tense as I watched my baby girl. "I'm not stopping, not till I cum all over it." And for the next few minutes, I saw her fuck herself every which way with her vibe. It slid into her pussy; it slid out of her pussy; it went in little circles along her clit. And every time she moved, she told me how good it felt. How she loved it. How she knew I liked it. How she knew that I'd never be able to look at her without thinking of this for a moment. Then, she began to slam it into her, driving it home. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK," she began to moan, not stopping until her hips began twitching, her free hand clawing at her comforter. Her orgasm ended slowly, though I think she was drawing it out for my benefit. I can't say I was complaining. She blew the screen a kiss, then it went to black. I was a little confused. The file had a good five minutes remaining. Maybe she had just forgotten to turn it off or something. But, just as soon as I was about to close the window, it switched back on. "Sorry Daddy. I needed a rest after that. I came so hard, just for you. But, know what I like even more than fucking myself with a vibrator? I like to stretch my ass out with this," she said, wiggling the dildo with one hand. "And just my ass. It's never touched my pussy," she said, a note of pride in her voice. "Not that I haven't wanted it to. I call it my Daddy-Dildo," she said pointedly, looking straight at the camera. I saw the dildo; it was bigger than me, I have to admit, but the whole idea of my daughter fucking her ass, wishing it was me, that turned me on. "First, I suck on it just a little bit," she said, then slid the head into her mouth. For about thirty seconds, she gave it the best head I've ever watched, way better than any of the sluts in the porn I watch. She swallowed it, inch by inch, licking every tiny bit, covering it in her thick spit, before drawing it out of her mouth, letting me see the look of pleasure on her face as she did so. "Then, I press it against my little asshole. It hurt a lot the first time. I loved it," she said, and for the first time since I started watching the video, she blushed. My daughter was a slut for getting fucked in the ass AND into pain, at least a little. Kinky. With that, she turned around, shaking her ass at the camera, before pushing the head against her tight hole. "It'll take a second," she warned, then slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly, pushed it in. "Aaaah," she said, trying to relax as it pressed against her, stretching her tiny asshole wide. Then, with a noticeable "POP!" it slid in. "Oh Daddy, I feel so full. Is this what it would be like to have your cock in my ass? Would you spank my slutty little ass while you fucked it? Would you leave me unable to sit? Would you make me your little bitch? Will you - " She stopped, obviously a little uncomfortable with what she was going to say. However, she seemed perfectly comfortable fucking her ass, telling me about how she stayed up at night daydreaming about my cock, how she fingered herself while she thought of sucking my cock. How she wanted to taste my cum. How she wanted to rub it all over her tits. How she wanted to feel it spurting, hot and thick, into her ass. And then I came. I couldn't help it. I wanted those things. I wanted them so badly I couldn't stand it. I came hard and fast, squirting all over the monitor. I leaned back in the chair, panting. There were forty seconds left, and I had to watch my daughter fuck her ass through a haze of my cum. The next fifteen seconds or so were just that. Then, she pulled the dildo out, turned her head to the side, and licked it clean of whatever was on it. I couldn't believe that. That was something reserved for little sluts, and little sluts alone. Smiling, my daughter turned to face the camera. "That was your birthday present, Daddy. I hope you liked it." The screen went black, and I could tell that it had ended. It was some present. I sighed, grabbing a Kleenex to wipe myself -- and the screen -- off. Just then, I heard Jamie's car in the driveway. She came in, gave me another hug, whispered "Happy Birthday, Daddy" in my ear. I laughed, telling her she needed to get ready for dinner. "Fine, spoilsport," she told me, but as she went upstairs to clean up, she turned her head, her long blond hair twisting as she did, and gave me a big wink. "I wonder how I can pass the time until Mom gets home." A Tribute to My Daddy Ch. 02 I swallowed. I knew exactly how she wanted to spend that time. And I knew how I wanted to: slamming my cock into her pretty eighteen-year-old cunt over and over, until I filled it up with hot cum. I couldn't believe how much I wanted her. Her birthday present was just the beginning; I wanted the real thing, tight and wet around me. I began to follow her upstairs, knowing that once we made it into her bedroom, nothing would stop me. I, her daddy, would fuck her, not caring about the consequences, not caring what might happen later. The only thing on my mind was sex, plain and simple. Just then, however, I heard a car in the driveway. As much as I wanted my daughter, as much as I wanted to fuck her every which way I could think of, her mother's arrival home stopped me. The last thing I needed was for her mother to catch me cheating on her, and with our own daughter no less. To be fair, I still had every intention of making my daughter mine in every sense of the word. My plans would just have to be put on hold for a while. As Audrey, my wife, walked through the door, I made my best attempt to act nonchalant. As frustrating as it was, I tried hard to ignore the throbbing in my cock and the thought of my lovely daughter upstairs, probably masturbating frantically before we went out for my birthday dinner. "Hi honey," I said, straining to make my voice sound normal. With Audrey and I only having sex once or twice a month, at most, it had become harder and harder for me to keep my cool around her. I hadn't cheated on her -- yet -- but the urge was growing. The fact that my intended target was my own daughter just heightened my frustration. "Happy birthday Alex," she told me. Audrey had begun using my name, rather than any sort of endearment, and I wondered what was going on with her. Despite all my attempts to talk to her about both our sex life and her recent mood changes, she hadn't opened up. I still loved my wife, don't get me wrong, but some days it was harder to like her than others. But this was my birthday, and nothing I did was going to spoil it. If it went wrong, it wouldn't be my fault. "Thanks," I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "No one at the office remembered. Other than you, the only person to say something was Jamie. She gave me a nice card. It's sitting in on the kitchen counter." I neglected to mention the fifteen-minute-long video Jamie had also given me. I didn't think my wife wanted to know that her daughter had been up making dirty videos for her daddy, videos of her fucking her ass and pussy, essentially telling her daddy that what he wanted, he could have. I, however, couldn't get the sight of Jamie's orgasm out of my head. It was all I could think about, even as I greeted my wife. "I need to change, then should we go out to dinner? It's your choice; after all, it is your birthday." she said. "Jamie's upstairs somewhere," I said. Probably finger-fucking herself nice and hard, I thought. "I should change out of these pants myself. But I think this shirt can stay on. Say, fifteen minutes?" "If you say so," she said, her tone sounding rather dubious. "Fifteen minutes it is. And once we're in the car, you better have a destination in mind," she said, an uncharacteristic laugh accompanying her words. By the time the three of us piled into my car, I knew exactly what I wanted for dinner. "Indian it is," I said. I've always loved curry. The spices, the bread, the vegetables, they've just got something for them. And besides, aren't spices supposed to be an aphrodisiac? We drove the couple of miles to the restaurant, my wife complaining about my driving the entire way, as usual. "Let me drive your car for once," she said. Now, you should know that I don't let anyone but me drive my car. Not even to pull it out of the driveway. With the way Jamie and Audrey have been fighting, I need my personal space, and I've made the car it. Anyway, dinner was fairly uneventful. I managed to steer the conversation away from Jamie's (lack of) college decision, and kept everything light and fun. I was actually enjoying myself by the time dessert came around. Thankfully, my wife and daughter had apparently gotten the message, and no waiters came around and sang. I ate my dessert in peace, glad to have a nice and easy birthday celebration. Or it would have been nice and easy except my mind kept roaming back to what I had seen that evening. Jamie's pussy red and swollen from the vibrator, her ass pulling the dildo deeper into her, and most of all, what she didn't say. What did she want from me? I knew she liked it rough, so did she just want her daddy pounding into her? If that was all she wanted, that was enough for me. If she wanted more, even better. But I decided that if I got one chance to cum all over those tiny tits, I'd seize it. Any chance to fill up her bald pussy or tight ass, I'd seize it. I wanted my own daughter. I'm sure I should have been ashamed, but I wasn't. All I wanted was my little girl. At some point, Audrey went to the bathroom. That was perhaps the hardest part of the evening. Knowing that a beautiful teenager was sitting right across the table from me, a beautiful teenager who wanted me. Wanted me badly. Wanted me right then. I couldn't quite look her in the eye. Her foot brushed against mine at one point, and I swear it was on purpose. But in a fairly crowded restaurant, I don't think my Jamie was going to give into her urge to fuck her daddy. Somehow, I made it through dinner, and the three of us made it home. The rest of the night was routine, or at least as routine as birthdays go. Audrey gave me a nice card, if not as nice as Jamie's, even without the accompanying video. She even surprised me with my present: two tickets to four baseball games. I'm an avid Cincinnati Reds fan, and I go every chance I get. "Take some of your friends, make it a little bit of a guy's night," she said. I really did appreciate her gift. Since her own birthday -- where I had given her tickets to the ballet, her favorite, among other things -- she'd not been nearly as loving to me. But my birthday almost made up for it. Eventually, things wound down, and we all headed to bed. I have to admit, there was a point in the evening where I almost didn't go up with my wife. But, it would have been a little suspicious if I hadn't at least tried for something special. It was my birthday, after all. However, I turned my mind away from my daughter, if only for a few minutes, and went up with my wife. That turned out to be a disaster. "I know it's your birthday," she said, "but I'm just not in the mood. Work's been so stressful. It's just killing my desire." I rolled my eyes inside. I knew it was just another excuse. I was pretty sure she wasn't sleeping around -- at least, no evidence had come to light that I knew of -- but this perennial no sex thing was too much. "Well, I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," I said, playing the caring husband role I do so well. "I want something though, and lately, it's been hard, what with you not wanting any." "If you need...relief...so bad, then take care of it yourself. I'm sure there's something on cable or the internet to help you out," she said. I was stunned. Rather than even making an effort on my birthday, my wife was basically telling me to go masturbate and come back to bed when I was done. I was positive there was no way Jamie would have told me that. She would have made sure I went to bed satisfied, relaxed, and most of all exhausted from the night's fun. But I knew better than to argue with my wife over sex, especially tonight. It just wouldn't work. I have to say, I was pretty pissed off, but I wasn't going to go to bed on my birthday without a nice hard cum. In fact, I knew exactly what I was going to watch. Jamie's little video was going to get an encore. I went downstairs, fully intending to work out my frustrations with another viewing of Jamie fucking her ass, of her moaning "Daddy" over and over. But somehow, I ended up sitting on the couch. I was angry. I deserved sex, from my wife, on my birthday. I was a good husband. I did everything the family needed. And while she might appreciate my providing for her, my work around the house, and all of that, she wasn't appreciating me as a man lately. Jamie was, though, and that was a little confusing to me. I turned on the TV, thinking that ESPN2 would help me calm down a little before I went to watch what I was sure would now be my favorite video. Trick bowling was on, you know, where the ball has to go between the legs of a chair or something. Weird stuff. But then I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned my head, half-hoping, half-fearing to see Jamie. And it was. Wearing only the yellow panties I had seen in her video. "Can't sleep, Daddy?" she asked, almost innocently. She made no effort to cover her breasts, letting me see them in all her glory. "If you're not sleeping tonight, I would think it's because Mom's keeping you up. But then again, she hasn't been lately, has she?" I blinked. I knew Jamie wanted me, but I was still having problems thinking she would be this frank with her own father. Even if her daddy did want to stuff his cock down her throat, into her pussy, and into her asshole, not necessarily in that order. Even if her daddy wanted to use her like the little slut she seemed to be inside. "I just can't sleep tonight. That's all, honey. Why don't you go back to bed?" Here I was, lusting after my own daughter, who was practically throwing herself at me, and still trying to be a responsible father. I knew my resolve wouldn't hold out forever, and I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't have lasted much longer. "Are you sure that's what you want me to do, Daddy?" she asked. "Isn't there something I can do to help you sleep?" She smiled at me, batting her eyelashes a little as she did. "Didn't you like my video, didn't it give you all sorts of ideas?" Wow, she was cutting right to the chase. She knew I had loved it; she must have loved making it too, if she wasn't beating around the bush at all. "I loved it, sweetheart," I said, suddenly too turned on to really try getting her back to bed. "I loved every second of it. But your mother's home, in bed, and I think she might have a problem if I fucked you right here and now. I've never cheated on her, and I'm not sure tonight's the night to start." My beautiful Jamie laughed, her hair cascading as she did. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." Reaching out, she tugged down my boxer shorts, letting my hard cock free as she did. "I can just suck a little. Surely she can't complain about that. You don't have to do a thing, Daddy. All you have to do is cum down my sweet throat." I gasped, certainly not expecting that from my daughter. And just like that, she knelt down in front of me, opening her mouth wide to swallow my cock. It was velvety heaven almost instantly, her tongue darting around to explore. "So good," she murmured, through a full mouth. "I need it, Daddy. I need to suck your cock. I need to taste your cum. You'll let me, won't you?" My hips were moving involuntarily, fucking her mouth slowly, even as she bobbed her pretty head. I reached down with one hand, squeezing one of her little tits, pinching her nipple a little. She moaned around my cock as I did, sucking harder, like it was the oxygen keeping her alive. Her head moved in time with my hips, and after a couple of minutes, I felt my cock begin to swell. "Oh babydoll," I told her, "I can't hold back. I need to cum already. I need to cum in your mouth. Is that what you want, babe?" I was almost embarrassed by how easily she was making me cum, how good she was at sucking my cock. I wondered how much practice she had, how much she had sucked off other guys and dildos, just wanting her daddy. It didn't matter; what mattered is that my lovely daughter had her lips around my cock, and I was about to cum. She nodded, a blissful sensation as she sucked. I shut my eyes, relaxed, then tensed as I began to squirt cum into her mouth. It felt amazing. Jamie swallowed each time, a smile on her lips, still wrapped around me. Once I was done, she licked the tip, cleaning off the cum, eagerly tasting it. "Daddy?" she said, getting my attention as I slipped out of my orgasmic high. "Mmm?" "You taste so good. Yours is the only cum I want. Promise me I can have more of it?" I nodded myself, a little bit stunned by her request. But if I was going to cheat on my wife, my own daughter was the best candidate. She had just as much to hide as I did, and I didn't have to waste time going to seedy motels or "business trips." All I needed was Audrey to go grocery shopping, or something. "All you want, my little girl," I said, reaching down to stroke her hair, even as she began to lick around me once more. I shuddered with delight; she had hit that little nerve center right below my tip that I loved having licked. And, the thought recurred to me, it was my own daughter licking my cock. She had made me cum within a couple of minutes, cum down her throat, and I loved it. I wasn't exactly sure where this would go, but I was loving it. Suddenly, she stopped, and climbed up on the couch. She sat next to me for a second, then climbed into my lap. "That's better," she said. She nuzzled my neck, then sucked on it for a brief second. "I need to tell you a couple of things, though, Daddy," she said. "First, you should know that I don't want anyone but you. But you probably knew that already. Second, there's something else I need to tell you: I don't want to go to college out of state. I want to stay here, where you can fuck me every day and make me your little..." she trailed off. "OK, I'm having problems saying it, but here goes. I want to be your little slut. However you want to use me, that's what I want. I want to be yours, entirely. I want to be your little girl in every way you want to make me. And if Mom finds out, well, we can deal with that then." I laughed. "If that's all you need to tell me, then we're good. After today, I'm not sure I'll be able to think of anything but fucking you senseless." She looked up at me. "Promise?" she said, kissing my neck again. "I promise," I told her, and with a swift motion, pulled her face to mine, kissing her softly, tenderly, not as a father, but as a lover. What the morning would bring, I wasn't sure, but the night had brought me much closer to my daughter.