0 comments/ 51565 views/ 24 favorites Bad Daddy! By: MrStiffyTwo Things changed a lot, as expected, when my mother died. Us kids were all grown by then with our own homes and families. But that left me father alone. Dad and I were always very close and I tried my best to keep him company. My house was only a few blocks away from dad so we'd usually have coffee in the morning and I'd fix him breakfast on the weekends. It was a blazing hot summer day! My daughter was home from college and had a couple of friends over to "beat the heat" in my swimming pool. Dad had been here since the morning and I could see his eyes light up when he saw the girls in their bikinis. "You dirty old man," I elbowed him in the ribs. "You can't blame a man for just enjoying the view," he retorted with a flushed face. "Well, I certainly don't have a figure like the girls but I am going to change and get in the pool too. I'll leave you out some of Ryan's trunks and you can join us." "Oh, I don't want to ruin the girls having fun by an old man joining them," dad scoffed. "Dad, you aren't THAT old!" I said, kissing his cheek. "C'mon it will be fun!" It felt wonderful to relax in the pool! I could tell that dad was having a good time as well. My father was never a crude man. He was always fairly strict and well-mannered. But he was also funny and lovable. It did surprise me a little by the way he was looking at the girls while they tossed the ball around the pool. My daughter, Bethany, has always been a little heavy like me. Susan and Jenny were both lovely young girls with bodies that would knock out any guy. I suppose my father was no exception. So, I guess it didn't surprise me much seeing dad "get an eyeful" watching the girls wiggle and jiggle in and out of the pool. What did surprise me was the way dad was acting. He started getting very quiet, which was very unlike him. Then, he got out of the pool and was gone for a long time. I was concerned if he was feeling alright and went inside to check on him. Hmm, he wasn't in the bathroom. Did dad go back home? No, his car was still in the driveway. I went to get another towel from my bathroom and there was dad in my bedroom. He was looking at the girls through the blinds of my window. When he heard me, he instantly fumbled with the trunks he was wearing. My dad was jacking off watching the girls play in the pool! "Dad! What's going on?" I blurted in my surprise. Then I instantly felt guilty about catching dad in the act. I didn't mean to shock him so by my presence but it was my first reaction. "I need to go," poppa said, and went to the bathroom to change. Just minutes later, dad was dressed and out the door. No matter what I said I couldn't change his mind even though I pleaded with him to stay. He was embarrassed and humiliated and wouldn't listen to me. I called him later that night, trying to tell him it was okay but he cut me off abruptly. It took a few days before I got dad to come over for coffee. I gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek while he started in with his apologies. "It's okay, dad. Come and sit and I'll get you some coffee." "I'm sorry, honey...I couldn't help myself seeing those girls...and well," dad stumbled. I tried to lighten things up by lightly punching him in the stomach. "Well you are a man after all! Those girls are young and pretty, dad. It's good to know you still have some spunk in you," I ribbed him playfully, wondering if he got my sly joke. I made pop some biscuits and sausage gravy, his favorite, and before long we were simply having a good time like we always did. "You know, Ann, it hasn't been easy for me after your mother died," dad said, darkening the mood. "Oh don't start up with that! I'm a big girl daddy. I know how you guys can be. The fact that you're my father doesn't mean that you don't need to jerk off!" I blurted. "Annie!" dad said in surprise. "Oh come on dad! Let's not mince words. We are both adults, hell I'm 42 years old dad! It's okay and normal that you need to masturbate, I do it too ya know!" "You shouldn't be talking about this," dad flushed as he said it. "Bullshit! Why? Why can't we talk about it? That it's normal for my dad to get horny around teenage girls? That I need to masturbate, just like anyone else, because I can't find a good man?" I cried. "Annie, please." Suddenly I felt overwhelmed by emotion and crashed into daddy's arms. I couldn't help but start crying and climbed on his lap and told him to hold me. "It's okay baby. I know it's been hard for both of us. Your mother passing away and your divorce with Paul. It's okay, honey." dad comforted me. He held me for awhile as I had the best cry I'd had in years. "You're a good man, papa, and I love you so much!" I told him later as he was leaving. "We don't really need to hold secrets from each other." The next morning, dad woke me up. I didn't hear him come in, he obviously used his key to get inside my house. "Wake up sleepy-head! I've been banging on your door, silly!" I threw on my robe and went to make us some coffee. We enjoyed several cups and had a pleasant time talking about this and that. "Dad? No secrets right?" I asked. "Okay, shoot," he replied. "Do you do "it" often?" I asked brazenly using a simulated jack off motion. Dad almost spilled his coffee as he laughed. "Well...as needed". "You know, sometimes I'd see Ryan doing it. I always thought it was kind of cute." I replied. "Ho-ho, oh really??" "Oh, you don't think a mother knows when her son starts to masturbate?" I teased him. It surprised me but dad really did open up. In a very gentle manner he told me that he and mom had a very healthy sex life and that he never cheated on her. I confessed I had an affair with a much younger man, after I found out that Paul had been cheating on me. Never before had we ever discussed sex as openly as we were now! I couldn't help but notice a rather large bulge in daddy's trousers as we continued talking about sex! And that was making me very excited! "Maybe you'd think this weird...but coffee makes me very horny dad. Maybe it's the caffeine?" I whispered to him. After seeing him aroused, I couldn't stop myself from flashing him my legs a bit in my short robe. Here I was horny as hell after talking about sex and teasing my own father! He suddenly got up and excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Was my dad going to go in there and jerk off? I found myself listening at the door! I could hear him softly groan and didn't hear him peeing. I was incredibly aroused and lightly knocked on the door. "Daddy, are you okay?" I asked. "Just a minute," he exclaimed as I could hear him fumble around. "Please, open the door dad." With his face beet red, dad opened up. I could see his erection barely contained in his pants. "Please, just don't say a word dad." I kissed his cheek and started rubbing his crotch. "Let me see it, papa-bear," I whispered as I unzipped his pants. With little resistance, he succumbed. I sat on the toilet seat with my dad standing in front of me. I'd never seen my father's cock so close and now I was caressing it!I was literally "dripping wet" as I started to stroke dad's prick! I squeezed him hard and saw a bead of precum from his tip. Instantly, I licked it and then took my daddy into my mouth! I was determined to give him the best blowjob he's ever had! "Oh my Lord!" dad groaned. I opened my robe and showed him my bare breasts. "Does that feel good daddy? You like it when I do this?" I teased in the best "little girl"voice I had. "Damn Annie, you're gonna make me come!" dad groaned. "Yeah, let me have it daddy! I want to see you shoot your hot fucking cum on my tits! Squirt your spunk on your daughter's tits, dad" I yelled. I was furiously stroking on dad's cock and egging him on to ejaculate. I was so incredibly turned on and told him how naughty and horny this was making me. That obviously did it for him and it really shocked me to see how much my dad really did cum! Dad was pretty shaken up by this time and said he needed to lay down for a spell. I walked him to the couch, his hot stuff still on my boobies and dripping down to my tummy. I wasn't done! I playfully ran to my bedroom and grabbed my trusty toy - a big flesh-colored vibrator, I had been using for years. Poor guy! I teased the hell out of my father! I pulled up my lounge chair next to him, exposing my pussy, which he hadn't seen since I was a baby. I started sucking on the fake dick while rubbing some of his cum into my skin and then all over the vibrator. I slowly pushed the toy into myself, telling dad to watch me. "Look daddy, it's got your cum all over it and now I'm fucking myself with it!" It didn't take long for dad to get a better view and he got between my legs, watching in amazement as I masturbated. "Do it for me dad," I said. "Go ahead and fuck me with my toy!" "Oh baby, your pussy is gorgeous and pink, just like your momma had!" dad exclaimed. I was having a series of little orgasms. My father was between my legs, fucking me with my toy but then taking full advantage and licking me! No wonder mom had a good sex-life! Dad really knows how to lick a girl and he didn't stop at all! Before long, I was clenching my thighs around his face in ecstasy, I couldn't take much more! I had completely melted in bliss. I was shocked when I saw that dad had another huge hard-on! "Suck it for me a bit, my sweet daughter," dad said as he prodded my mouth with his cock. Wow! Within moments my daddy mounted me. "Hot damn! Now daddy is going to fuck you good!" he groaned. Boy, did he ever! I opened Pandora's Box and dad opened my "box". In our afterglow, I couldn't help but clench dad with tears of joy. I started to cry a bit...I was so happy that we had made a bond few can experience. There was guilty feelings...I fucked my dad! But I knew how guilty he must of felt. I held dad tight and told him we shouldn't feel ashamed, we both needed this. And that began how we were not just father and daughter, but two loving and lonely people with experiences few can ever know. Bad Daddy I love looking out my bedroom window at the streetlamp on the corner. Especially on a rainy night when the drops fall down in sheets, and are illuminated like tiny, little crystals suspended in the air. I usually sit alone in my comfy old chair in the corner, sipping hot cocoa from a mug, and warming my feet by the fire as I enjoy the glorious sight. It was a Friday night, exactly like that one, when a man showed up on my doorstep, wearing a wide brimmed hat, and a long trench coat. He held a black umbrella in one hand, a tattered suitcase in the other, and my attention with the deep look of sadness in his greyish-blue eyes. "Can I help you?" I asked, as I leaned up against the door post, and took a sip from the mug which I held up to my lips with both hands. He hesitated, glancing down at his wet boots before answering. "I...uh, I'm Clark Weston." Those words knocked the breath out of me, and I stood there dazed and speechless for a moment. "Daddy!" Was the first word that tried to escape my lips, but I managed to muffle it with a mouthful of the warm liquid. He stared a bit more intently, as the raindrops continued to fall between us, then managed to ask. "Stella? Is that you?" The sweet girl who I had fought so hard to retain over the years of loneliness and rejection started to dissipate, and the independent survivor I had become, began to rise to the surface. I dropped the mug into one hand by my side and reached for the door handle with the other. "What do you want?" His eyes shot from mine, to the door knob, and then back to his boots. "I've come on hard times," he said. "I could really use a place to stay." I fought the urge to scream in his face, and tell him that I knew the feeling way to well. Instead, I took a step back and started to close the door. "Stella wait!" He begged. I expected him to lunge for the door, and try to force his way in, but he just folded the umbrella, opened up the suitcase, and pulled out the cutest little teddy bear I had ever seen. "I bought this for you twenty five years ago." He said. "I had planned on bringing it to the hospital to give to your mom for you, but by time she told me where she was, you were already gone." I watched as sadness welled up in his eyes. "She had given you to your new family." He said holding the teddy bear out toward me. I felt the harsher me start to melt away again. I had met Mom a handful of times when I was younger. I had even tried to stay with her for a couple weekends. I heard her and her friends talk about "Wes," as she called him, about what a worthless, piece of trash he was. She said he was evil and didn't give two shits about anyone but himself. After looking into his calm caring eyes, I had to agree that he may be a bit off his rocker, but I didn't see anything in him that could convince me he was capable of even hurting a fly. I held out my hand for the bear, and when he gave it to me, I hooked my arm in his, and led him down the hall to the guest bedroom. He set his suitcase next to the dresser in the corner, kicked off his boots and then took a seat on the bed. His mind seemed to be wandering, but his eyes stayed fixed on the colorful rug between his feet. "I've wanted to tell you this for so long, but I still don't know exactly where to start." He started wringing his hands in his lap. "I've been a horrible dad, a horrible man for that matter." He paused momentarily, choking on his words. "But if you give me the chance, I will do whatever I can to make it up to you. I promise." My mind was starting to zag in all sorts of different directions. I had wanted all my life to finally meet this man, and here he was right in front of me, but it just didn't match up to my expectations. He wasn't the fearless super villain Mom had painted him as, and he definitely wasn't the hero my fantasy mind had dreamed him up to be. "Hungry?" I asked, as I squeezed the bear against my chest. He raised his eyes and for the first time I thought I saw a smile forming on his lips. "I could definitely eat something." I took his coat and boots and set them by the fire to dry, then wandered into my bedroom, trying to fight back the hatred that raged inside of me, and hoping to quell the hope for a best case scenario. I sat down on my bed, trying to calm myself but my heart was racing. I lifted the bear to face level so I was staring it right in its hollow black eyes. For the first time in a long time I didn't feel judged, and I rather enjoyed his look of apathy. Like he didn't give two shits about who I was, or what I wasn't. No matter what, he was just going to hang there in the air with his arms outstretched, waiting to give me a big furry bear hug. After rubbing his soft cheek against mine, I set him between my pillows, blew him a kiss, and wandered into the kitchen. I pulled a pot out of the cupboard, turned on the stove, and opened a can of soup. I kept trying to convince myself that I would let him spend the night, and in the morning I'd feed him breakfast, then send him on his way, rested and well fed, but all I could think of were the Daddy-Daughter dances, and good night kisses I had missed out on. He definitely owed me. When I came back into the room he was still sitting on the bed. I handed him the bowl, then went and stood by the window, staring out at the rain as he ate in silence. When the spoon clanged against the empty bowl, and I heard him slurp down the last bite, I turned to see him holding out the bowl. "That hit the spot." He said. Thank you so much!" I stepped toward him but didn't reach for the empty bowl. "Did you really mean what you said?" I asked. He looked me straight in the eyes, and then wrinkled his forehead questioningly. "About doing whatever it takes." I responded. He dropped his eyes to the floor again and nodded. "I promise." "Then stand up, take off your damn belt, and bend your ass over the bed." I demanded. "What?" He said, wrinkling up his forehead again. I took the bowl from him, set it on the dresser behind me, and reached my hand for his belt. "Count to twenty following every number with, 'I'm a bad Daddy,' and make sure it's loud enough for me to hear every word, or there will be severe consequences." I said. I smiled inside as I watched him squirm a bit before turning and obeying my command. He was wearing thin, plaid dress pants, and I could see him grimace as I folded the belt in half, and snapped it in my hands a few times for effect. Wes was above average height for a man, and very thin, so he looked kind of awkward as he bent over and put his hands on the bed. "Do you ever think that maybe things worked out exactly how they were supposed to?" He asked. "I mean, you seem to be doing fairly well for yourself. You have a great place, a decent..." His back stiffened and his legs tightened as he felt the belt float over his tiny ass. "No, I've never thought of it that way." I said, as I drew my arm back and gave him a solid smack. His face turned flush and he let out a sudden gasp. He hesitated for a moment, and then continued. "One...I've been a bad Daddy." My sleep was definitely restless that night, and even though I couldn't remember any of my dreams, I knew they hadn't been great. When I woke up, Theodore the Bear was soaked in tears and sweat. I pushed him aside and jumped out of bed. Even though I knew it was a bad idea, for some reason, I had to look at myself in the mirror. Just as I had suspected, I was a wreck. My hair was tossed in every direction, my eyes were puffy, and I had pillow marks all over my face, and chest. However, I was smiling for some reason, my stomach looked flatter, my tits as tiny as they were, seemed perkier, and my baby blue cotton panties were soaked. My mind flashed to Wes and his sore bottom, and even though the thought of it made me feel embarrassed and even a bit dirty, I knew for a fact, that I had never felt happier. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet, headed into the bathroom, and flipped on the shower. My thoughts were spinning, and my nipples were tingling as I slipped out of my panties. I slid my hands back up my legs and let them rest on my bum. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like if the roles from last night were reversed. When I was all clean and feeling refreshed, I slipped into a pair of jeans and a yellow tee shirt, and headed out to the living room. Wes was sitting on the sofa, in a pair of plaid pajamas, looking through an old photo album of mine. "We need to do something about that wardrobe." I said, with a smile. "You look just like your mom in this one." He said, pointing at a picture of me riding the roller coaster, in pigtails and a pair of pink denim overalls. For some reason that upset me, I didn't want to resemble her in any way, especially not with my Daddy around. I knew if she got the chance, that venomous bitch would do anything she could to destroy us. I sat down on the couch as close to Wes as I could, and watched as he turned the page to show a picture of me in the same outfit on the ferris wheel, eating a giant lollipop. I thought I saw a tear in Wes' eye. "Looks like a great memory." He said. "Most of it." I said, hoping to make him feel guilty for not being there. "I paid for it the rest of the month. Nothing came free in that family." He kept staring at the photo album, but slid his hand onto my knee. I tried not to squirm, but it had literally been years since I had received any type of affection from a man. Most of the guys I had met were either pussies, or just plain jerks, and since I wasn't one for drama, I had tried to be content just being alone, but there was something about this man that lit a fire inside of me. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him close, to feel his whiskers on my cheeks and his breath on my neck. "I hope you know I would have done anything to be there with you." He said. "I'm so sorry." I saw him grimace as he said it. I couldn't say for sure, but I bet he was remembering the sting of the belt from last night. I took the photo album out of his hand, and set it on the coffee table in front of us. I just couldn't resist the temptation anymore, so I climbed up on his lap. I was so used to rejection that I expected him to push me off, but instead he smiled into my eyes and ran his fingers over my forearm. I grabbed the front of his green and red pjs and pulled him toward me. His eyes got big like saucers, and for the first time it hit me that he might be craving attention as much, if not even more, than I was. It started to make sense that his crotch might be aching, and his heart could be heavy from all the years of loneliness and accusations. All of these years I had hated him, thinking that he was so much better off than me, and that it was his choice to fuck me over. The truth was he was as lost as I was, just as abandoned and empty on the inside. Just then his cock hardened between his legs. I felt it reach up and jab against my tender lips. A chill tore down my spine, and I tried in vain to fight off a shiver. "Wanna get some ice cream?" After Wes had slipped back into his thin ass dress pants, and forest green polo, we walked down the sidewalk. It was awkward at first, he kicked at rocks, I pretended to be interested in the cherry blossoms, and the squirrels fighting over a bread crumb, but we both knew what we actually wanted. I reached for his hand, and slid my fingers between his. His palms were huge and clammy, but they were comforting, and I realized this was exactly what I'd been missing. I wanted to skip down the street, but instead I leaned up against him, reaching over and grabbing his biceps with my free hand. I had no idea when he had showered last, but I knew I loved his smell. We were almost to the ice cream parlor when we passed a second hand store. I dragged him back. "We need to get you some new duds." I said. The door chimed and the two grey haired ladies behind the counter turned their eyes away from their romance novels to check us out. I had to admit I was surprised by their warm smiles. "Can I help you two find anything?" The lady in the lavender sweater asked. Wes tried on a few different things, but we settled on a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a Steelers jersey and a baseball cap. It took a bit more to convince him to give up his boots for a pair of Converse high tops, but in the end I won. After we had made his purchases and I talked him into leaving his old clothes for someone in need, he insisted I try on the mint green sundress, hanging on the headless mannequin in the window. "It's only fair that you get a makeover too." He said, with a toothy grin. When I stepped out of the dressing room, he greeted me with a huge smile and I knew he liked it, but most of all I loved the way he checked me out, from my head to my feet. "Absolutely gorgeous." He said. I loved the feel of dresses, the way the wind blows freely through every inch of your body. I didn't wear them often, because they made me feel self-conscious of my chicken legs, but I was sure Wes didn't care. "I think I'm finally ready for a double scoop of Cherry Chocolate Delight." I said. As we left the thrift store Wes actually reached for my hand. I don't think he had any idea how happy that made me, and even though we were less than a block away, I kept hoping the trip would never end. We ordered our cones, and Wes decided we should sit at a table outside with one of those fancy colorful umbrellas. I liked that he was starting to come out of his shell a bit, and express his opinion. I sat down next to him. This time he scooted closer, and put his hand on the bear skin of my thigh. We were enjoying our ice cream, and each other's company in silence when an overly cheery young lady walked by. "You two make the cutest couple." She said, as she stopped to admire us. "Thank you!" I responded. "Hey, do you think you could take a picture of us? I asked as I handed her my phone. As she pointed the camera at us, I leaned in and pressed my lips against Wes' cheek. "Why don't you give him a real kiss? Act like you love him or something." I paused, and wondered what Wes would do if I planted a big fucking wet kiss on his chops right here in public. I didn't have to think long, because he turned and faced me, then placed his hands on my shoulders, and pulled me toward him, covering my lips with his. It wasn't the kiss that every girl dreams of since childhood. The kind that sweeps you off your feet and makes you forget all your hopes and dreams. It was definitely a daddy kiss, and I have the picture to prove it. I'm not sure it will ever make its way into my photo album, but I know it will always be locked in my memory. When we got home Wes spent most of the afternoon in his room. I was feeling mixed emotions because I had really enjoyed our morning together, and wanted to pick his brain to see if he felt the same. Instead, I tried to keep myself busy, cleaning, and doing other stuff around the house. It was starting to get dark outside and Wes still hadn't come out of his room. After pacing back and forth in front of his room, I made him some spaghetti and garlic bread, and poured a drink for myself while I built up the courage to talk to him. "Come in Darling." He said when I finally knocked on the door. I stepped in and approached him offering the food, but he motioned for me to set it on the table. After I had obliged he grabbed my wrist, and surprised me, by pulling me over his lap. His grip was stronger than I had expected, and after waiting so long to see him, I had no desire to resist. "I think it's my turn." He said with a wink, as I sprawled over his legs and my dress flipped up over my white cotton panties. He rubbed one hand over my cheeks and used the other to yank up on a fistful of my hair. "I've been a bad daddy!" He exclaimed, as his hand crashed down on my tender cheeks. I squirmed, as much out of pleasure as from the sting, and I felt my nipples harden as a gush of fluids flowed over my hungry lips. He smacked me again, and this time I jumped, but he secured me by gripping tighter on my hair. When I had settled, he hooked his pointer finger in the elastic of my panties and slid them down. I wasn't much for nude sun bathing, so I knew I had a definite tan line, and it embarrassed me to think that he had a clear view of my pasty ass. I even felt a rush of dread that I may have a pimple or two. I clinched my cheeks, hoping for another smack, but instead he just rubbed them gently, and I was incredibly turned on by the feel of his clammy palm against my exposed flesh. I wasn't sure if it was possible to cum just from a spanking, but there was no mistake my insides were tightening. He smacked me again, very hard this time, and I let out a very loud gasp, followed by a scream as my shoulders shuddered. Then he pulled up my panties, helped me off his lap and reached for the meal I had brought him. "Delicious." He said after he gobbled down a few bites, and then wiped up some of the sauce with his bread. I wondered what was going on in his head. Was he enjoying this as much as I was, or was it just a twisted attempt at earning some sort of penance? When he was done eating, he leaned over and kissed me gently, and placed the bowl in my hands. "I think I'm gonna take a shower." I threw the dishes in the sink and then went and lay down on my bed. I held Theodore tight against my chest, and waited for the shower to turn off. I'd spent my whole life waiting for Clark Weston; you'd think I'd be used to it. After, numerous wasted wishes on Birthday candles, and years of filling out Father's Day cards, and dropping them into the big blue mailbox, hoping somehow they would find him. I just wanted him to come to me, grab me up in his arms and save me from the pain and the loneliness, but he seemed to be oblivious to my needs. I started to feel that he didn't even know what love was. I had to push back a tear when I heard the shower shut off and his bedroom door close. I wanted to run to him, but at least I had Theodore to hold me through my loneliness. I felt sleep coming on, and I wanted to fight it. My whole world with my Daddy so far had been lived in dreams, and right now, I just wanted to run into his room, lay down next to him, and kiss away both of our pain. I wanted it to be real, for once in my life. I woke up to a full breakfast, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, and three sausage links. The house smelled wonderful, and it looked beautiful too. He had pulled open all my dreary curtains, opened the windows, and welcomed the sunshine into my life. He was wearing a pink floral apron over a pair of worn out jeans, and a sleeveless plaid button up short. He flipped a chair around and straddled it as he watched me enjoy a big bite of pancakes smothered in maple syrup. "I've been thinking we should spruce up that old garden plot you have out back." He said. "Maybe swap out some of those tomato plants for a couple of nice rose bushes. I was thinking the white and pink ones if that's okay with you. I couldn't help, but smile at his renewed look of hope and energy. "And what do you know about flowers?" I asked with a silly grin. "I might know a thing or two." He said. "As a matter of fact I spent a few years as a groundskeeper for a couple of doctor's down south. I was just thinking we could do our best to turn this place into the palace every listen princess imagines; from the very moment she had her first dream." "I guess I've never had that dream." I said, and my face must have turned more serious than I had intended. "I've always been happy just surviving." "Well, I think it's time we change that." He said, as he jumped up and grabbed a pair of work gloves out of the drawer. "I'll be outside in the rose garden." Bad Daddy My belly was full, but I knew the warm feeling inside was coming from getting my hands dirty with Daddy. I thoroughly enjoyed helping him make my backyard look like a lovely courtyard. He showed me how to do things with my hands that I had never dreamed possible. In return, I wanted to make him feel like a king. When the last weed was pulled, and we were covered in soil and sweat, I slipped inside and poured him a drink. "Whiskey and Cola." I said, as I set his glass at the table by the window. As we sat in silence yet again, it was becoming way too obvious that we were both horrible at small talk. Neither one of us had any idea how to express our own feelings. We had spent the whole day together laughing and being silly in the sun, and now as we sat here watching it set. I just wanted to spend the night with him as well. I slipped my hand in his and he gave me a smile, then stood up and started to walk away. "I think I'm gonna shower." He said. My heart melted and my shoulders sunk, as I started to envision another night alone with Theodore. "Care to join me?" He turned on the shower, and tested it with his fingers. When it was a temperature he was satisfied with. He reached down and started to undress me. I'm couldn't tell you exactly what expression I wore on my face, as he folded my shirt, set it on the sink, and began to unhook my bra, but there was no doubt I was smiling on the inside. I shivered as my tits fell out in front of him, but he didn't stop to check them out. Instead, he knelt down and pulled my shorts and panties over my hips, and down past my knees. My crotch became immediately drenched with anticipation, but instead of licking me from head to toe, like I had hoped, he stood up, looked straight into my eyes, and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue wandered past my lips, and I massaged it gently, basking in the moisture of his mouth, as his hands rested on my shoulder blades. I let my hands climb to his chest, and then began to unbutton his shirt. I have always been a sucker for a hairy chest, and was pleased to see the dark curls peeking out toward me as I worked my way down over his flat stomach. My hands made their way to his belt, and he let out a loud sigh as I unbuckled it, then popped his snap, unzipped his jeans, and let them fall around his ankles. My heart leapt inside my chest, as I saw the lump coiled inside his briefs, and I had to fight every urge to kneel down and take it in my mouth. I saw it began to harden, and I started to tremble. Wes must have noticed my predicament, so instead of tempting me any more than necessarily, he hiked them down for me. I wanted so badly for him to bend me over the sink, right then and there, and force every inch of his manhood, into the aching void between my legs. Once again he surprised me, and continued to torture me with his self-control. He grabbed a white wash rag from the shelf, took my hand, and led my naked ass into the shower. "Wash me." He demanded, as he pressed the cloth into my hand. Still trembling with desire, I wet the bar of soap setting on the ledge of the shower, then lathered the rag, before I dabbed it gently against his cheeks, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then I went straight for his torso, enjoying every inch of his chest and stomach as I worked my way down to his waist. I squatted down and found myself straight staring at his erect cock and saggy ball sack as I massaged his tight ass and legs. I was relieved to see his knees shake as I ran the cloth over his shaft, pulled back his foreskin, with my free hand so I could wash his tip. I wanted so badly to clean it with my tongue, but instead, I stood handed him the wash rag and waited patiently for my turn. He wrung out the rag, folded it, and set it on the faucet, then lathered up his hands. He gently caressed my face with his fingers, and then ran them over my shoulders and arms, before making his way to my breasts. I didn't think my nipples could get any tighter, but they did as he twisted them gently. I shivered again as his hands wandered gently over my rib cage, past my hips and onto my ass cheeks. He pulled his hands away just long enough to lather them again, then surprised me by working them up into my ass crack and around my tight, little, puckered hole. Then he came around to the front, and washed my crotch letting his fingers brush over my tender love button. At this point, I was ready to explode and was certain he was going to finish me off, when he shut off the water, stepped out of the shower and handed me a towel. I was bordering on frustration as I dried off, and headed to my bedroom. I figured I was going to be spending another night all cuddled up with Theodore, when I felt Wes' hand on my shoulder. When I turned around, he had the sweetest look in his eyes, filled with love and compassion, but he also had this wild about him. He scooped me up in his arms, carried me into my room, and laid me down on my bed. My towel fell open, and Daddy hovered over me, staring at my most private areas, as I laid there, spread eagle in front of him. I felt vulnerable, not to the fact that he might use me, but that he might actually turn and walk away, leaving me feeling abandoned and rejected once again. After taking a serious amount of time staring at my cooch, which in retrospect I wish I had taken time to at least trim up a bit, and my tits which looked even more flat with me laying on my back, he smiled into my eyes. This melted my heart, even though I highly doubted what was about to happen next was going to be caring and loving. It was a dirty look, like a monster being freed from an old rusty cage. I expected him to mount me, but instead he turned and walked to the door. I was beyond angry, when he flipped off the lights. My anger turned to extreme arousal as I heard the pitter patter of his feet heading back in my direction, and I let out a deep moan of pleasure as I felt the weight of his body on the end of my bed. His fingers tickled my feet, on their way up my shins, past my knees, and finally settled on my eager thighs. My eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness, so I had no idea what his next move would be. My toes tightened, and pointed toward the ceiling, as I felt his tongue push into the wetness of my throbbing pussy lips. I was getting used to his thumbs massaging the tightness in my groin, just below my ass cheeks, and his tongue flicking my clit, when my spine flexed, my insides gushed, and my whole body started to tremble. "Oh my...Fucking Christ!" I screamed, as his tongued trailed over my navel, and his lips closed over my left nipple. I felt the sensation twist from my breasts, through my core, and rip through my vaginal canal, before settling in my clit. "Oh shit!" I moaned. The first waves of pleasure hadn't even finished rocking my inner being, when his fingers split my pussy wide open, and his cock thrust inside me. The intensity was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was about to scream again, when he wrapped his arms around me, and caressed my mouth with the most passionate kisses. His hips continued to thrust, and I felt myself tighten against his manhood as the waves of pleasure tore through me again. I was a complete shuddering, trembling mess, and didn't think there was any way I could handle anymore, when he dismounted and flipped me over on my stomach. With one firm hand on my waist he pulled me up to a kneeling position, and spread my ass cheeks wide open, as he forced himself inside me again. I was starting to wonder what it would feel like to have his prick pry into my bum hole, and stretch me wide open. Something about kneeling in front of him, with my ass in the air, made we want him to claim and own it. His fingers twisting in my hair, and his forearm around my neck, showed me that he had another plan of domination. As my head slammed into the headboard from his savage thrusts, and I gasped for air, I came again, helpless and powerless under his grip. "Suck my dick!" He commanded, as I continued to tremble beneath him. Then he pulled out and yanked my head around so I was facing his cock. "I love you Baby!" He said, as his warm liquid exploded into my mouth and slid down my throat. When I woke up the next morning, we were both lying there butt ass naked. He was cuddled up beside me, and I kissed Theodore, who was still staring at me obliviously. It was Monday morning, and I knew I had to go to work, but I knew Daddy would be waiting for me when I got home. He was mine now, and as I leaned over to kiss him, he opened his eyes and grinned. "I'm a bad Daddy!" Bad Daddy Dmitri Petrovna checked the watch on his wrist for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It read quarter to one in the morning. It was Friday night and his wife was working late at the law firm she is a partner at. Lately she had been spending most nights working overtime to finish a high profile case on a man who allegedly killed his wife. Gabrielle was one of the top criminal defence lawyers in the metropolitan Vancouver area and this case plunged her into the spotlight even further. Everyone was expecting her to crack under the pressure, for she was solely defending the man, but Dmitri knew better. His wife was made of stone, not a hair on her head would be out of place when she finally comes home. She wasn't always this cold. When they met she was a law student at UBC and had just moved to Vancouver from Montreal. Her french accent was adorable and her witty banter was enough for him to be completely enamoured with her, as if her stunning looks weren't enough. However, over the years her obsession with perfection has led to their distance and Dmitri no longer felt comfort in their relationship. Instead, he was the husband she had to hide. His career as a writer, while once successful, had halted. His last book was published five years before, and he secretly blamed this on his wife. For the past 20 years she had been his muse, his Beatrice, but the passion was no longer there. Now, to fill his time, he had turned to alcohol. He slowly sipped his poison of choice, a French cognac he had spent a ridiculous amount on, before saying "fuck it" and downing the whole glass. His head had been swimming for the past hour and as he stood to refill his glass he had to grab onto the armrest to keep from tumbling over. The liquor sloshed in the almost empty bottle but this didn't worry him. He had a whole cabinet filled with the best alcohol money could buy. Back in his chair, the warmth of the liquid as it slid easily down his throat comforted him. Resting his eyes for just a moment, his thoughts had almost engulfed him when the click of a key unlocking the front door disturbed him. "Gabby?" He used the nickname only he referred to his wife by. But instead of his wife, a sweet voice answered that replaced the bitter taste in his mouth with joy. "No daddy, it's just me." He had forgotten his daughter Scarlett would be home tonight. She lived with a friend downtown to be closer to the art school she attended. Dmitri was ecstatic when she informed Gabrielle and him of her decision to pursue art but her mother had pursed her lips and frowned. She would have liked her daughter to follow in her footsteps or at least choose something a little more stable. Nonetheless, Scarlett was a great artist and focused her studies on graphic design. "Did you forget I was coming over? Remember I told you last week I was spending the weekend here? Nicole's parents are here so I told her I'd let her have the apartment to herself for extra space." She smiled coyly and sashayed her way into the living room. She left a trail of vanilla scented air as she walked in. Her long black hair fell like a curtain as she swooped in to plant a lingering kiss on his cheek. She sat her round butt on the armchair of his chair and grabbed the glass out of his hand. Her heavily-lidded eyes fluttered closed as she took a swig of his drink. A small pink tongue emerged to wipe away the excess booze from her full pink lips. Suddenly, Dmitri didn't know what to do with his hands, which previously had been resting on the armrests. He fumbled a bit in his drunken haze before putting an arm around her. He could feel the womanly curve of her hip beneath his hand. He took another swig of his drink as his pants began to tighten. "Did you miss me?" Her sweet as honey voice made him look up at her, just in time to catch the slow wink she gave him before giggling. She leaned into him and put her arm around his neck. His face was inches away from her voluptuous bosom. They looked so soft and cushiony, all Dmitri wanted to do was bury his face in between them. He knew these thoughts were wrong but he couldn't help himself. The thoughts had been getting stronger lately, ever since she left the house. It wasn't like he was getting any from his wife anyways. He could easily have an affair, a handsome man like himself, but he wasn't that type of guy. Somehow, it felt less like cheating this way, keeping it within the family. He knew he was deluding himself but he wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, himself from imagining what it would be like to have Scarlett bouncing on top of him. The mental images of her full breasts bouncing and her moaning was enough to make him excuse himself. He pushed himself, albeit a bit stumblingly, from his chair but was interrupted by Scarlett grabbing his hand. "Where are you going daddy?" She was looking up at him from big green eyes. She was smirking naughtily at him before looking down and biting her lip. "I just want to spend some time with you while it's just us two. I know mom won't be home for a while." "I'm sorry, I just..." He froze as she started to stand too. Her hand slide from his and moved its way up his arm. Her fingers made their way to the collar of his shirt and she grabbed him closer to her. Their faces were inches apart. All he could do was stare at her plump lips and imagine what she tasted like. "Shh, I know you want this." She silenced him with a kiss. One exploding like fireworks. Her mouth was soft and tasted of cherries, her tongue was curious and fit so perfectly with his own. He grabbed the back of her head and started to kiss her harder now. He felt her hand make its way down to the growing cock in his pants. She squeezed softly before rubbing the front of his jeans. God damn, he wanted this, he wanted this so bad. But thoughts of morality made him jump back. Panting, he wiped his mouth. Scarlett pouted and looked confused, almost hurt. Her arms were crossed over her heaving chest, pushing her boobs closer together. "I'm sorry, I can't..." Dmitri moaned and averted his eyes. "But daddy, look." She nodded down at the bulge in his jeans. "I know you want it. I want it too! Do this please, for your baby." She bit her lip and looked up at him. His willpower was growing thin. Silently he took her hand and led her upstairs, feeling guilty over wanting this so bad. The walk up stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom has never felt so long. He didn't look at her until he closed and locked the bedroom door. Slowly he turned to look at her. Scarlett was standing by the bed. Her shirt was pulled slightly to one side, exposing a lacy black bra, and her jeans hugged her curves just so. She really was a beauty with her long black hair and tanned skin. So unlike her mother, who was shorter and fairer. He didn't see himself in her either, she was a creation fully of her own. Scarlett waited for him to touch her. Waited for something she had wanted since she was fourteen and had first explored her own body. She had imagined him as her hand had crept down underneath her pyjama bottoms. What it would feel like to have the weight of his rock hard body on top of her, to run her hands through his dark hair and bite his sexy lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, he walked over to her and kissed her gently. His hands ran down the length of her body and settled on her soft ass, he squeezed her gently. His hands moved to under her tank top and he pulled it off. Black lace covered the bra that pushed her luscious tits together. He undid the clasps at the back and it fell into his hands. Her firm, round breasts bounced out from underneath revealing a piercing through both. This made him smile, a secret he never knew about. He grabbed her soft yet firm breasts in his hands, gently feeling them before running his hands down to unbutton her jeans. She slid them down and he pushed her onto the bed, helping her out of them. She fell on her back and he grabbed her legs. Slowly he slid off one pant leg and ran his hands back to her ass as the other pant leg slid off. Her red lace thong hid what he knew would be the best pussy he will have ever seen. Before removing her panties, he stopped and let his eyes take in her young, fit body. Her tits were like ripe melons, and their fullness accentuated her tiny waist. Her body curved out to meet sexy hips and long, slim legs, legs that were now wrapped around his waist waiting for more. He quickly took his shirt off as she leaned up to undo his pants. Her hands moved quick and before he knew it, she had his pants and underwear down. His thick, hard cock popped out of boxer briefs, almost hitting Scarlett in the face. It emerged from a forest of dark pubes. He easily had one of the best looking dicks she had ever seen, and she was no virgin here. She stood up quickly and twisted her father around, pushing him onto the bed. She ripped his pants off fully and got on her knees in front of him. He pushed himself up onto his elbows to get a better view of Scarlett as she took him into her mouth. A moan escaped from his lips. She slowly took him fully in, getting his whole cock nice and wet. She bobbed back and forth a couple times before grasping his penis with her right hand and jacking him. She looked up at him and licked her lips before smiling and going back for more. Her hands and mouth working in unison, swirling and sucking, back and forth. Her speed was increasing and she used her free hand to grasp his balls. Damn, she knew what she was doing. Dmitri couldn't believe his daughter, his 19 year old, was giving him the best head of his life. Daddy was proud. She stopped when his breathing got heavier and wiped her mouth. She stood up and leaned over him, kissing him with all she had before biting his bottom lip. He moved onto the bed, giving her room to climb over top of him. She straddled him and kissed him again, pressing her tits up against his chest. He could feel her warm wetness through her underwear and he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed her waist and flung her on her back. He ripped her underwear off and a growl escaped his mouth. He moved over top of her and she wrapped her toned legs around his slim torso. Scarlett used her hand to guide his cock into her dripping wet pussy. At first it was too big, as he was easily nine inches. She trembled a little as he took his cock from her hands and firmly pushed inside her. At first, pain, but then he kissed her and she relaxed. She felt so good, like nothing Dmitri had ever felt before. He started to thrust, slowly at first but then gaining in momentum. She was using her legs to thrust her pelvis against him, a gasp escaping her mouth with each movement. He pumped faster inside her, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming. Pain rippled down his back as she scratched him, using this as momentum to thrust harder and faster. A barbaric sound emitted from him as she did this. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Scarlett's moans had turned almost into screams. She couldn't contain them anymore. "Oh, daddy. YES! Fuck me, fuck me daddy!" This was so wrong yet so right. Dmitri couldn't believe how turned on he was. He grabbed the headboard with one hand so he could thrust harder. He was so close to cumming now, he pushed deeper and deeper. Scarlett was trembling with pleasure. Waves of pleasure spanned her whole body, form her head to her toes. A orgasmic spasm overtook her body and she gasped. His thrusts were deep and hard as he spent his seed inside her. He grabbed her shoulders and forced himself harder inside her one last time. His thrust slowed and she felt his liquid spill out of her pussy and down her thigh. He collapsed over her and she held him in his arms. Their breathing was heavy and their bodies hot and sweaty. He pulled his cock out form inside her and rolled over. "Come here, sweet child." He grabbed her in his arms and stroked her hair. Scarlett felt safe with him, safer than she ever had with anyone else. Her daddy would never leave her, never disappoint her. He kissed her neck softly, gently biting her and sucking. With one hand he grasped her tit and squeezed. Her pillowy boob bulged through his fingers and overflowed from the sides. He took one of the piercings in his fingers and twisted, producing a moan from Scarlett. As he did this he bit harder on her neck, leaving a mark. "You're my naughty girl. Mine." They lay together for a long time but both knew that Gabrielle would be home sometime that night. It was Scarlett who suggested a shower to clean up. Dmitri could have lain their forever, fuck the consequences, but in the end he got up. While she started the shower he stripped the bed of the dirty sheets and quickly made it up fresh. He walked into the ensuite to see Scarlett in the glass walk-in shower. The steam had already fogged up the top of the glass giving him a perfect view of her heart shaped ass. Two dimples sat above her cheeks and their was a fluid line separating her cheeks and thighs. He could feel himself getting hard again as he stepped into the shower. Her dark hair looked like ink with the water dripping from it. She turned and looked at him, water dripping off her nose. Her body was even better all slippery and wet. Scarlett took in his solid, sculpted body and his growing member protruding from a forest of dark hair. His pubes grew up into a treasure trail that led to his belly button. She fingered the hair starting at the top and grabbed his cock. It got harder as she stroked it, pulling him gently closer to her. Dmitri grabbed her ass and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his body. He pressed her up against the steamy glass and kissed her. His dick slipped into her and he started sliding her up and down. His kissed moved from her mouth down to her neck. He bit her hard and she gasped. "Daddy..." She moaned and scratched his back. He set her down and took a breast in his mouth, sucking on the silver barbell through her nipple. She leaned her head back and moaned again. My noisy little girl, he thought. He turned her around and she bent at the waist. There was a safety bar in the wall of the shower and Scarlett used that to steady herself. Dmitri grabbed her hips and stared at the curve of her skinny waist and the perfect round cheeks of her ass. His hand moved to her left cheek and he squeezed it before slapping her. Grabbing her waist once more and squeezing, he pushed her back onto his throbbing cock. He deeply penetrated her first, then rapidly started fucking her. Holding her hips, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her. He used one hand to grab her hair and pull her head back. His hand wrapped around to her throat and he squeezed, cutting off oxygen for a quick second. She let out a scream of pleasure, just as he exploding inside her. He had finished faster than last time, the image of her ass being squashed against his cock the perfect visual stimulation for him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up. His other hand slid down to her clit and slowly massaged. He kissed her neck and grabbed her tit. He loved the feeling of her ass against him. He spun her around before kissing her deeply. He pulled back and stared into her emerald eyes. "I love you, Scar." "I love you, too, daddy." Dmitri slapped her ass, and then quickly washed himself. He stepped out of the shower and let her wash up as he dried himself. When she was done he was waiting with a towel for her. She stood still as he dried her himself. His hands were running over her perfect body, his fingers going outside the lines and slipping into her pussy. He got on his knees to dry her legs. His tongue found her clit while he was down there and he teased her. He leaned back and kissed her hairless mound. She smelled beautiful and he hugged her, resting his head on her stomach. She played with his hair and they stayed there for a bit. After they had dried themselves and gotten changed into pyjamas, they decided it was best to sleep apart. "But I'll miss you daddy. All alone in my big bed." Scarlett grabbed his hands and pulled him into her room. He pulled back the sheets for her and she climbed into the soft bed. She lay her head on the pillow with her wet hair splayed around her. "You know I want to stay. God, do I ever want to... But I can't. Your mother can never find out. You know why." Scarlett nodded and looked sad. "Don't do this to me baby. You know if I could sleep here I would. I love you and only you." "I know daddy. I love you." Dmitri tucked her into bed and leaned down to kiss his one and only daughter on her forehead. He slowly got up and walked out, closing the door behind him. He needed to think and went downstairs to pour himself a glass of scotch. He sat in his chair and waited until he heard the door open for the second time that night. This time it was Gabrielle who walked through the door. She didn't notice him sitting there until he said her name, which made her jump and curse. "Goddammit, Dmitri. What the fuck are you doing up so late?" She looked at her watch and stood with her hands on her hips. She was only 5'4 but she encompassed a formidable aura around her. "Oh nothing, Gabrielle. I'm doing nothing." And with that, Dmitri downed his drink and went up stairs to bed.