0 comments/ 139440 views/ 13 favorites Becoming Daddy's By: IrishRose1215 I woke up, my head spinning, the clothes that I had on from the night before tangled around my body, and my whole body ached. I sat up and groaned, holding my head in my hands. I could smell the alcohol on myself and it made me feel sicker. I got up, with great effort, just as there was a loud knocking on my door. I groaned again and snapped at the person who was behind it. "What the hell do you want?" Dad walked in, smiling, looking crisp and ready for the day. His brown hair brushed back, his deep brown eyes looking happy. "Good morning sunshine!" I groaned again and whined as I spoke, "Daddy, please don't talk so loud!" His bright cheery face turned stern and unforgiving but he corrected it quickly. "Why not? Aren't you feeling well?" He had a look of mock concern on his face and I groaned again. "No, I don't." "Well, it's time to get up, take a shower, and get ready for the day." I looked at him meanly, but did as I was told. When I came down into the kitchen I was glad to see that coffee was already made. Charles, the tenant that rented the rooms above the garage, was sitting at the table. He looked at me impishly as I walked in, wearing a pair of jogging pants and one of Daddy's tee shirts. "You look like shit." "You always look like shit, what's the big fuckin' deal." "Hey! Jessica, you will not speak that way in my house!" I turned, surprised to see Daddy coming into the kitchen. "I'm sorry." "As you should be." "Shut up Charles, Daddy doesn't need your input." My Daddy looked at me and shook his head, "what's up with you this morning?" "She's hung over. I heard her pull in about four o'clock this morning. Theron you need to get control of her. She's going to wind up in a heap of trouble some day." If looks could kill Charles would have dropped dead then, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. My Daddy looked at me, his stern almost frightening look coming back to his features. "Is this true young lady? Did you not get home until this morning?" "I'm grown Daddy, I'll do what I want." "You're still under my roof child! You will abide by my rules!" I wanted to go over to Charles and choke the shit out of him, but I poured a cup of coffee instead and had a conversation with myself in my head. "I'm fucking 22 years old, nobody can tell me what to do." "Daddy's right, you still live in his house." "So, Daddy's never done anything bad to me. He could never bring himself to punish me, I'm his sweet little girl." "Have you seen the way Daddy's been looking at you?" That was something different. I'd never asked myself a question before in the third person. I put it off to the alcohol and answered my own question. "Yeah, I have." "It's like he's hungry." "For what?" "For you." "No way! His my father." "Momma left him over a year ago, and have you seen him with any body else?" "He goes out." "So, doesn't mean he isn't fucking someone." "This conversation has gotten out of hand and completely off subject." "Yeah, but still, pay attention more to him." "Yeah, whatever." I looked over at Daddy, and saw him looking at me. When he saw that I was staring at him he shifted his eyes, took a drink of coffee, and looked at his newspaper. "Why are you wearing my shirt, Jess?" "It's comfortable." "It's far too big for you." "That's what makes it comfy." "You should dress in your own clothes." I smiled and tested him, my other voice telling me to do so. "I like the way it smells. It smells like you." Charles whistled and I kicked him. Daddy just about dropped his coffee all over the floor. He righted himself and cleared his throat but said nothing. I got up, got another cup of coffee, and went over to Daddy. I kissed him on the cheek, holding my lips there for longer than I should have. I felt his skin get hot and pulled away. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch this morning Daddy. I'll be better, I promise." Daddy looked up at me, his eyes darker than usual. He patted my hand and shifted in his chair. "Good girl." I giggled, stuck my tongue out at Charles, and pretended to go upstairs. But I hid myself in the laundry room off of the kitchen and listened to Daddy and Charles. I heard Charles first. "What was that all about?" "She's just trying to be a good girl." "I'm not talking about her. I know how she is, I'm talking about you." "What about me?" "Theron, come on man! She even saw the way you acted. What's up with that?" I could hear Daddy shifting in his chair again and he cleared his throat. "I trust you Chuck." "I know you do man. So tell me." "I've been thinking." "About what Theron?" Charles' voice took on a serious tone that said, "Jesus I hope it's nothing bad." "About her." "About your daughter?" "Yeah. You know about doing things to her." "No, Theron, come on she's your kid!" "Fuck! You don't think I don't know that! But fucking look at her! She looks just like her mother did when she was 22. She's fucking hot and the only goddamn pussy in this house!" "But you're a good looking guy, T, you could have anybody!" "It's not like it use to be. Women these days are bitches." "We all know that, you have to work a little harder with them." "I don't have time for that. Work and my daughter keep me too busy." "But why does she keep you busy? She's got her own life." "She just does okay." "Look, Theron, get these thoughts out of your head! It ain't right. Plus you don't know how she is." "What do you mean by that?" "Look, I've seen her in action man. I watch over her for you when she goes out. I watch her at these dives she goes to. I see how she is." "You're spying on my daughter?" I wanted to walk back in then and smack Charles in the head. I didn't like him, ever since the day he moved in. I don't know why Dad wanted a tenant, he didn't need the money or anything. Charles thought he knew everything, and if Daddy wasn't there Charles would take on the role, and I hated that. "I'm not spying, just making sure she stays safe. There's a lot about her you don't know. Look, I'll take you to the place she goes sometime and you can watch for yourself." "I'm not agreeing to that." Daddy looked over to where the laundry room was. I pressed back harder against the wall; he couldn't have known that I was there. I knew I was being absolutely silent. I couldn't see what they were doing, but they had stopped talking. I could hear some sounds, basically feet shuffling. Daddy got up from the table, loudly. "Well, that's that. Charles, I can trust you?" "Of course you can." "Good. I'm going up to my study to do some work." "Yeah, I'm going to have to be leaving here in a minute." I peeked around the corner and saw that neither one of them was looking in my direction so I quietly walked upstairs. I went to my room, and turned the stereo up loudly. I had a lot to think about, and at that moment I didn't want to think at all. So, instead I sang and danced around my room to the Dresden Dolls cd that I owned. I was doing just that when the door opened and I saw Daddy walk in. One of my favorite songs had just begun to play and since he didn't turn down the radio I kept singing in a childish sing-song manner. "Missed me, Missed me now you gotta kiss me. If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister..." I sang and danced and turned back to look at Daddy, "And my mother, mister, she might tell my father and my father, mister, he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer come up from the city and arrest you mister. So, I wouldn't miss me if you get me, mister. See?" Daddy nodded and smiled. I smiled back and kept on dancing. "Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me. If you kiss me, mister, you must think I'm pretty. If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me...." The radio was quickly turned down and Daddy gave me that stern look again. I pouted and sat on the bed. "I'm going to the study to work. You need to be quiet now." "Daddy, do you think I should get a job?" "No, you're in college and you need to study. Why would you ask me a question like that?" "I don't know. Charles puts me off as a burden to you and so I thought that if I was out of the house most of the time I'd be less of one." He came closer to me, put his fingers under my chin, and lifted my face so that my eyes met his. I saw them darken again, and felt his fingers grow hot on my skin. He cleared his throat and looked at me seriously. "You are not, nor have you ever been a burden to me. Don't listen to Charles, he knows nothing. You will not think about getting a job, getting good grades is much more important." "Okay, Daddy." He patted me on the head and smiled. "Now I must get to work. So, try and keep it down in here." "I was thinking about going for a swim anyway. Charles went to work, right?" "Yeah. Jess, why don't you like him?" I sighed and shook my head. "He looks at me when I'm in the pool. I can see him sitting at his window and staring down at me." Daddy's face looked angry for a minute and then it changed back to it's normal handsome features. "Do you really blame him?" I laughed and Daddy winked at me. "No, but it'd be better if he were cuter." Daddy lightly and playfully slapped my face and I laughed. "Get going Jess, do what you want just don't make a lot of noise. I have a big project to work on." I watched Daddy leave the room and changed into my bikini. As I always did, I looked at myself for a long time in the mirror. I started at my feet, they were small, but I didn't like my toes; I thought they were too short and stubby; so I moved my eyes up. I looked at my toned legs and the tattoo, that I'd gotten yelled at over, on my right ankle. I was amazed at how well it kept it's coloring, though, I was in the sun most of the time. The black letters that read "Wild Irish Rose" were still dark, and the green vines and red roses that went around the lettering still stood out brightly. I moved up to my belly. It was flat, I thought it could use a little more tightening, but other than that there was nothing wrong with it. When I moved my eyes up to my breasts, my hands moved with them and I cupped my full D-cup sized tits. The flesh was so white that my hands looked dark in comparison, though, over all my complexion is very fair. The bikini pushed my breasts up and in, giving me a little bit of cleavage, I liked it and moved on. I moved up, noticing the other tattoo on my left arm. I got yelled at for that one too. It looked faded, unlike the one on my ankle. The black musical cleft looked worn, and the rose that intertwined in it, even more so. I made a note to go have it re-done. I move up to my face. I still looked tired, but no big deal. My usually wide open big blue eyes had lower lids. My full pink lips came down a little in the corners but I didn't look haggard, so it was fine by me. I hadn't styled my hair, I wasn't going any where so I didn't see the point. My jaw length red locks came down flat, showing the actual thinness of my hair, but it was still pretty, so going without styling it for a day wasn't going to hurt. I turned around and looked at my ass. I thought I had a big ass, it's very round but firm. I got lots of compliments on it, so I figured I was the only one that didn't like it. I decided that I had looked at myself long enough. I grabbed a towel and went out to the pool. I swam a while, and then laid down on a sunning chair. I kept getting the feeling that I was being watched. I knew Charles wasn't home, so it only left one person. That voice inside my head spoke up again. "He's watching you." "No. Daddy said he had to work." "Hmm..mmm..working on watching you." "No, that's not true." "He said he had a big project to work on, maybe he meant his cock." "You hush up! Don't speak about Daddy like that. Do you think he has a big cock?" "Just look at him. He's a big powerful man. A man that confident and powerful must have a big prick." "Okay, stop! That's enough. I shouldn't be thinking like that." "But you are and it's making you hot isn't it? Thinking about Daddy having a big ole cock is making your pussy all wet. You'd like to see it wouldn't you? You'd like to feel his cock inside of you, you naughty little girl." "Stop it!" My breathing had become hard, both because of the argument with myself and thinking of what Daddy's cock may look like. I moved my eyes up to the windows of Daddy's study. I didn't see him standing there, but it didn't mean that he wasn't watching from his chair. That other voice spoke up again. "Go on do it." "Do what?" "Fuck yourself." "No!" "You know you want to. You know your pussy is just aching to have it be touched and you know you'd love putting on a show for Daddy. Go on don't start acting like a prude, we all know you're not." I situated myself in the chair so that, if he were watching, Daddy had a perfect view of my body. I had challenged myself, no one calls me prudish, even if that someone was myself. I moved my hands up to my tits and began to fondle them. I closed my eyes and let out a low sigh as I took my nipples between my fingers and gave them a hard squeeze through the thin material of the bathing suit. I let one hand drop and play with the top of my bottoms, until my pussy begged to be touched. I moved my other hand down and threw the bottoms to one side. My hairless pussy was now in clear view of Daddy if he happened to be looking. I attacked my hard little clit, rubbing it hard and fast for a minute before controlling myself, and bringing my fingers down to find all of my wetness. I drove two fingers inside of myself and rocked my hips with the movement of my hand. I moaned louder and brought my fingers back to my clit. I rubbed it slowly and looked down to watch my fingers play. I was so hot that I knew I couldn't hold back from coming soon. Just the thought of Daddy watching me masturbate would make me come, but my skilled fingers on top of that was definitely going to make it happen sooner than usual. I cried out when the orgasm hit and shoved my fingers back into my pussy, keeping my thumb on my throbbing clit and feeling my pussy tightened hard against my fingers. My hips thrust forward and my head went back as the height of the orgasm took over. I slowly pulled my fingers away when I was finished and looked down at them to see my cream coating my hand. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slowly licked all of my juices from my skin. I got up, on shaky legs, and dove back into the pool to cool my skin down. The other voice came back as I was swimming. "If he were any type of man he wouldn't have come yet." "What?" "You came in like three minutes! There's no way he could have come that soon." "How do you know?" "I just do. Go peek." "I don't want to spy on Daddy. Besides, if he is watching he'll have everything tucked away and hidden by now." "Yeah, that's true. But go look at his face, it'll probably tell you if he were watching." I listened to myself and went inside. I grabbed a bottle of water and drank half of it before going upstairs. I knocked softly on the door to the study, but didn't wait to be let in. I opened the door and peeked around the corner. I heard Daddy's voice, he sounded out of breath. "I'm working kid." I walked completely into the room, the air conditioning making me cold; I crossed my arms in front of me, which pushed my tits almost completely out of the bathing suit. Daddy's eyes went first to them before looking at my face. "I know Daddy. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to the store. We're running low on food." I studied his face; he had definitely been watching. His cheeks still had a little flush to them, and those beautiful dark brown eyes had turned almost black with their desire. I smiled, but held back the giggle that was trying to come. "Okay. See you in a while then." "Do you need anything?" I hadn't meant for the question to sound the way it did, but my voice dropped a couple of octaves making it sound sexier than usual and inviting to what ever the answer maybe. Daddy's eyes widened and his lips quivered with passion that he couldn't hold back. He shook his head and cleared his throat before speaking. "No, I don't believe so." I walked over and kissed him on the forehead. I could feel his breath on my tits and my own body trembled slightly. "Okay, Daddy. I'll be back shortly." He only nodded, his eyes locked on the cleavage the bathing suit gave me. I walked slowly out of the room, and felt his eyes staring at my swaying hips as I left. A couple of days later, when the thoughts of fucking Daddy had driven me almost to insanity, I decided to go out again. Maybe going out would stop the thoughts, and I could get back to thinking like a normal person. I came down the stairs and into the kitchen to tell Daddy good-bye. He turned and looked at me with a scowl. "You're wearing that?" I looked down at the leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, spiked six inch high heels, and then up to the dark red, almost bustier, looking type shirt. "Yep, it's hot isn't it?" Daddy took in a deep breath and looked over at Charles. Though, his eyes stayed on him he addressed me. "A little too hot, I think." "You can't tell me what to wear Daddy." Charles spoke up then. "He gives you your allowance for clothes doesn't he? He buys them, he should have a say in what you wear." I looked over at Charles. My teeth stayed together when I spoke. "He might, but you have no fuckin' right to say anything asshole." "Jessica Lynne!" I whipped my head back to Daddy. I hadn't heard him use my middle name since I was a child. "You will not speak like that in this house. Do not be an ungrateful brat!" "But Daddy!" I stomped my foot and put my hands up waving them about as I pouted. "Say you're sorry." "Sorry." "Mean it!" "I'm sorry Charles." "That's better. Now go have a good time, and don't stay out too late." "Okay." I smiled and looked over at Charles defiantly, my little tantrum had made Daddy forget about the clothes I wore. I went to my usual spot. I saw some friends of mine and began to drink. I only had two beers before I was whisked away on to the dance floor, and there I stayed as one man after another came up to me. I danced, I teased, I let them pet me so that the entire bar could see what they were doing. I wasn't worried about getting thrown out, I knew the owner and the bouncers very well and they let me do anything I wanted. I was dancing with a guy as his hand was around my throat and his fingers worked on my pussy, when I felt someone tear me away. I opened my eyes and stared in shock at my father. I tried to pull away but his grip was too strong. He screamed at me, so loud that the entire place heard it. "You are coming home with me you little fucking slut!" I felt like I had been slapped and tears came to my eyes as Daddy, followed shortly by Charles, escorted me out. He threw me in the back of the car and slammed the door. When they both got in the front seat and Daddy began to drive Charles looked at me but spoke to Daddy. Becoming Daddy's I was so happy as I ran down the stairs, knowing I wouldn't have to walk in the doors of my former high school. I was an official graduate. No more homework or tests or even early mornings. It was pure freedom. Well until college started of course, but I had the summer to party it up with friends and maybe even find myself a boyfriend to lose the good 'ol V-card to. I walked into the kitchen, smile on my face, and seen my father sitting at the table reading the newspaper. My father was a great looking man for his age. At 42, he was in great shape and had nearly no grey on his head. I always admired him for raising me alone since my mother died when I was a baby. Never once did I see him even go on a date. I was always curious as to why that was, but I never thought I was in any position to ask. So I didn't. "Good morning little girl." My father said, as he put his paper down and turned to look at me. I chuckled softly at his nick name for me. "Daddy you know I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm 18 and just graduated high school." I said, walking to him and sitting on his lap. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Oh, you'll always be my little girl, Sadi. That will never change no matter how old you get. I also have something to talk to you about and it's pretty serious." I frowned as his voice became that stern serious tone I've heard him use a few times throughout my 18 years, but nodded my head. He cleared his throat and turned me so I was straddling him, one leg on either side of his thighs. I almost blushed at this, but didn't dare. "Sadi, you're 18, an adult. You've just graduated high school, which I am extremely proud of you for. It's time you know what is to be expected of you from this moment forward. I know you have this idea that this will be a party summer with your friends and then you'll be off to college in the Fall. This however is not the case." My mouth dropped open and I was about to start telling him off, but was stopped when he put a finger to my lips and continued on. "I'm sure you've noticed that I have never had a female around since your mother. That's because you were mine. You have always been mine Sadi, whether you like it or not. You will be my submissive, my lover, my everything. Even the mother of our child." I had tears in my eye's at this point. How fucked up was this situation? My own father, the one meant to protect me and love me, wanted me to be his lover and have his fucking kid. I started to move my legs off of him so I could run upstairs and lock myself in my room, but he grabbed me before I could get fully off and held me tight to his body. He pushed me even closer until I felt the hard bulge in his pants. "No, little girl, you aren't going anywhere." He breathed out into my neck. I then felt his warm wet tongue as it moved the length from my ear to my collar bone. I was only in a thin cami and sleep shorts. I squirmed more as I struggled against him, trying my hardest to escape his clutches, but it was no use. My daddy was so much stronger then I was. The tears were free falling no as I cried silently. Even though I hated my father's mouth on my neck, my nipple's still puckered to the point of hurting. "Daddy please don't do this, I'm your daughter!" I exclaimed, crying harder. He let out a deep sigh and placed a hand on both sides of my face, using his thumbs to wipe my tears. "Don't cry sweet baby, everything will be perfect. You're ready now. I gave you time, even though I didn't want to, but now enough is enough. You will be everything I want you to be and you will be listen to my every word. I don't want any bull shit or you will be punished." He finished. With that, he stood up, moving his hands to my ass and carried me up the stairs into his bedroom. He placed me softly on the bed as I cried and shook slightly, afraid of what was going to happen. He walked to the dresser, opened it, and took out what looked like a dog collar. He walked to me and sat on the bed. "Sit up." Daddy commanded and I sit what he said. I didn't want to be punished. "This is your collar baby. Once I put it on your neck, I will lock it in place and only I will have the key to take it off." He said softly as he leaned in, putting the collar on, snapping it into place. He retrieved a small padlock out of his pocket and latched it on. I heard the 'click' noise and knew I was stuck. He smiled lovingly at me and took my hands into his. "Stand up little girl and let me see you." I did as he said and used his arms to help myself stand on the floor besides the bed. I stood in front of daddy and I saw his eyes darken as his stare was trained on me. "Take off those little jammies baby. I want you naked." I swallowed loudly, grasping the hem of my cami, lifting it over my head. My breasts were a 36 C cup, perfect size in my eye's and apparently daddy's too. My nipples hardened as soon as the air touched them, causing me to shiver slightly. Tossing my cami on the floor, I hooked my fingers in the top of my shorts and slid them down my hips until they slide to the floor. I didn't have panties on because I never wore them to bed. I used my foot the kick the clothes away and stood there in front of my daddy naked as the day I was born. "Mmmm, little girl, you are beyond delectable. You shave your pretty little pussy too, good girl." He rasped out. His hands went to my hips, holding me still as they worked their way up over my flat stomach to the bottoms of my breasts. My breathing started to get heavy as his hands continued to move. "...and these tits. Best fucking tit's I have ever seen and on my own little girl. I knew you were meant for me." He whispered, cupping my breasts, using his thumps to rub my hard nipples. I bit my lip, holding in my moan of pleasure at the action. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my right nipple, sucking a bit, then moved on to its twin. Once finished he squeezed my breasts and told me to lie down on the bed. I did. "When was your last period little one?" He asked me while stroking my tummy. "Almost 3 weeks ago daddy." I said on a whisper, not really wanting to share the information. He smiled and seemed pleased and I frowned a bit. "Your fertile baby. I can't wait to fill you with the seed that made you so we can have our own baby. I also can't wait to see your tummy grow big and round and see your tit's swell with milk." He moaned out, opening my legs to him. He ran his fingers over my bald slit and I gasped out loud. It felt amazing, even if it was my daddy doing it. "You're wet little girl. Does that turn you on? Being your daddy's pregnant little breeding slut? It makes Daddy's cock so hard." He stood up and started to remove his clothes. Once naked all I could do was stare at his cock. It was huge and thick. I was practically drooling over it. Daddy laughed softly as he seen me looking. "My little one likes her Daddy's big fat cock doesn't she? Don't worry baby, I'm going to put it inside your pussy." He came back onto the bed, opening my legs as wide as they would go and began to lick up and down my slit, paying close attention to my clit. I started to moan and squirm and he ate my pussy and I desperately wanted to cum in my daddy's mouth. He slide a finger deep inside me and I groaned loudly, bucking my hips into his hand. He then slide in another and scissored them, stretching me and making me ready for him. At this pointed I wanted him. I wanted my daddy's cock in me and to fuck me long and hard to make me cum screaming. I wanted to give him my virginity and to cum deep inside me. "Cum for Daddy baby, it will make my cock go inside this little pussy easier." He said against my clit making me shake with my oncoming orgasm. He pumped my hole with his fingers a few more times as he wrapped his lips around my click and sucked. I exploded, screaming out for daddy and shaking hard. I bucked and wrapped my thighs tightly around daddy's face while he continued his onslaught. "Mmm baby your pussy juice taste's so good, but now I'm going to fuck you and plant my seed in you. You ready baby?" He asked me as he positioned himself between my legs, his large cock at my entrance. I nodded for him. "I need the words." He stressed, sounding like he was in pain. "Yes daddy. Take my pussy." He nodded and rubbed the cock head on my slit, making me twitch as it hit my clit. He got to my entrance and began to push in. I gasped as I stretched for him and he continued pushing in. Once he got to my hymen he told me to hold on and he slid out a bit and rammed in the rest of the way. I screamed out in pain and he stayed embedded deep within my pussy. "Good girl baby, good girl. That's it, now it will be good, breath baby." He whispered to me, kissing my lips between words. Within a minute the pain drifted away, leaving only great pleasure. "Please daddy!" I panted and he smirked at me. He pulled out and slide back in. This continued. Me pulling his hair, him grasping my tits as he rammed into me. "Fuck little girl, Daddy's going to cum deep in his pussy!" He shouted as he pounded me. He reached down and rubbed his thumb on my clit in circles and it was enough to send me into orgasm. "DADDY!! I'M CUMMING!!" I shouted and clenched every muscle, shaking and moaning with unbelievable pleasure. "That's it baby! Here it cums!" He said as he slammed home. I felt his cock pulse and squirt warm jets of his baby seed deep inside my pussy. I moaned at the feeling as I continued to have aftershocks of my tremendous orgasm. "That was amazing baby, I am so proud of you for taking me and my seed inside your fertile womb. Such a good girl." He cooed at me, rubbing my hair as his cock still lay deep inside me. "Thank you daddy." I breathed out. "I'm going to keep my cock in you for the night so none of my precious cum leaks out of your little pussy baby and tomorrow we will get into more fun." He explained as he cuddled into me. I smiled and did the same. Within a few minutes we were both asleep. Becoming Daddy's Boy The summer after my first year at college, I got a job at a state park located on the river. I was staying at a little guest house belonging to friends of my aunt and uncle. The rent was free and the place was very small; one of those "modern" style two room jobs made almost entirely out of glass and built in the late 1960s. I usually worked through the week and had weekends off and would sometime stroll along the docks near my place. This area included a number of medium sized and large houseboats and cruisers belonging to the wealthy. I usually roamed along the docks just looking for something to do or someone new to meet. When I wasn't working or hanging out along the docks, I spent my time trying to get a tan. I say trying because I have a very fair complexion and blonde hair. I burn easily. My little place sat right on a bluff overlooking the river and I would lie out and attempt a sun tan and stare out at the boats cruising up and down the river. Often I tanned in little or nothing and sometimes got a response in the way of a distant shout of approval or a fog horn would blow its approval. One afternoon, I was strolling along the docks when I heard a fairly deep voice call out to me asking why I wasn't out sunning. I looked up at a rugged forty-plus year old guy with a goatee and a broad, tanned and well-cut hairy chest smiling down from the deck of his houseboat. I answered and told him there were other things I liked to do. He smiled even more broadly, informing me that I made a nice sight on that bluff and looked even better closer up. I didn't quite know how to respond to this come on. I had not yet defined my sexuality and was quite unsure about where I was heading. But you know what they say, "just wing it." So I did. I looked my new friend in the eye and told him that actually I was just thinking about how nice it would be to lie on the deck of a boat and do a little tanning. Thinking that I was either baiting him or taking his bait, I was welcomed aboard. My new friend extended his strong hand informed me that his name was Steve. I told him my name was Jay. After a few pleasantries, Steve informed me that he was planning to cruise out into the river and stay a while and that I was welcomed to go along and he would be happy to let me catch some rays from atop his boat. I took him up on it and as we made our way out into the river a couple of miles we talked and got to know one another. The ride went quick and as he slowed to a stop, Steve informed me where to find the tanning oil in the bathroom and showed me up to the top deck. I stripped down to my white silk thong bikini bottoms and lay out on the deck lounger. It was quiet except for a few sounds of nature and boats off in the distance. I lay there on the lounger for probably twenty minutes enjoying the peace and quiet. I had applied as much tanning oil as I could reach. After a few minutes more, I heard Steve making his way to the deck. I saw him approach through my shades. He has stripped down to his own black bikini bottoms and stood over me. He instructed me to turn over so he could rub my back and legs down. I didn't respond verbally; I just turned over and put myself at his mercy. Steve began to rub oil into my back and took his time slowly applying the slick substance to my tense back. He informed me that I needed to relax as he moved down to the small of my back and contined to rub the oil onto my ass. My bikini bottoms were sort of like a thong and so much of my ass was exposed. After he had oiled my legs and moved back to my ass, I could feel Steve pulling the thong portion of my bikinis away from my crack in order to rub his oil slick finger up and down the area of my sphincter. I must have been enjoying the feel of it all because I suddenly could hear myself moaning and could feel myself spreading my legs apart so he could better reach my hole. In just a few seconds, I could feel Steve penetrating my ass with his middle finger. He slowly probed my hole and soon I could feel a second finger join in the work. Soon Steve had me opened up and was liberally working my hole out and loose. After a few minutes, I felt Steve's hand under me and he flipped me on my back. He gently demanded of me that I sit up. I did as I was asked. I could see that Steve's cock was rock hard and trying to peek out of the side of his bikinis. Instinctively, I pulled Steve's bikinis free of his unbelievably huge cock. It shot out at me, a full eight inches of throbbing hot man meat. It was magnificient. I took Steve's throbbing head and quickly licked it and swirled my tongue around it. I must have been instantly addicted to it because I quickly sucked his head into my mouth and began to swallow as much of his cock as I could humanly do. Steve put his hands firmly on the back of my head and guided my head so that my mouth would not wander from its job. His cock made my mouth water and the enormity of the man's dick gagged me to the point of producing amazing amounts of spit. Still I wanted to swallow all of it that I could. I felt my hands wander up towards his hard hairy chest and my fingers felt for his nipples. I could tell he liked that. I hungrily gobbled his cock and slurped and moaned and groaned. I pulled off just occasionally for air and to talk to him. His cock slipped free of my very wet mouth and swung in the air before me as I told him how much I loved his cock. It was delicious. I told my new Daddy to feed me more. He forcefully grabbed my chin and guided it back to its place. Then he began to fuck my mouth. He talked naughty to me and I was enjoying all of it, the talk and the cock. I pulled off of his cock and licked the underside of it and sucked one testicle at a time into my mouth. I saw my new Daddy's eyes roll back into his head. He cursed me and talked dirty, but I knew he was pleased. I don't think either of us cared if we were seen by anyone. I returned to making love to his cock with my mouth and show him what a good boy I could be. After a good half hour of sucking and stroking, Steve said he was going to cum. I was glad as my mouth was getting numb from its work. I alternately stroked and sucked and in a just a few moments, I felt him tighted his leg muscles and heard his grunting, telling me tp eat it. With that, I began to feel jets of Steve's cum hit the back of my throat and I struggled to keep up with him. I just could not swallow as fast as he could pump the stuff. I pulled off and let the excess already in my mouth spill out of the corners of my mouth and jerked his cock as it continued to spew forth its juice. The rest of his cum hit me across the cheek and landed in my hair and on my shoulder. After a few minutes, Steve invited me down to the air conditioned cabin. Because I was covered in tanning oil, he ran a shower for me. I stepped in for a quick shower and exited to find Steve stretched naked across his bed. His cock has only half limp and he invited me into his bed to work a little magic on him. I approached Steve from the end of the bed and lay across enough for my head to reach his cock. I took the flacid piece of meat back into my mouth. In just a few minutes, Steve was as hard as ever. Steve then pulled me up onto the bed and put me on my back. He spread my legs and descended down until his head was between my legs. He took my cock into his mouth and expertly sucked me. My cock was much smaller but the feel of Steve's mouth on my own cock was amazing. He pinched my pink nipples and I could feel the grizzle of his goatee on my balls. After sucking my cock and licking my balls, I felt Steve probing my asshole with his tongue. I had never experienced this sensation before and was not ready for what I felt. It was simply amazing. Steve rimmed me for a good fifteen minutes, his tongue lashing across my sphincter and probing my hole with small quick flicks. I wrapped my legs around Steve's head and bucked and cursed at the extreme pleasure of the moment. After several minutes, he came up level with me and kissed me on the mouth, tongue probing tongue. He sat up and reached for his dresser. He pulled from the drawer a tube of KY. He sat against the headboard and I straddled him and began sucking his cock again. He began to finger my ass again and loosen me up. After a short few minutes, he pulled me off his cock and lubed his cock for the ride to come. He put me on all fours and mounted me from the backside. I felt the pressure of his cockhead on my sphincter and felt the push of his head as it entered my hole. He didn't move for a second and then began making short slow strokes into and out of me. In just a few minutes, Steve has a good stride going. Never has I felt such a feeling. He was gliding in and out of me with ease, his balls slapping against my ass. Occasionally, he would lean over and kiss or bite my shoulder. He enjoyed slapping my ass and spanking me as he fucked me. Twice, he grabbed me by the hair of my head. After a while of going at it doggie style, Steve commanded me to lie on my back with my legs extended into the air. He got on top on me missionary style and began to plunge in and out of me. He showed no mercy. He plunged his full eight inches into and out of me all the while alternately cursing me and giving me a sly grin. After a few minutes of this, he told me to mount him reverse cowgirl style. I placed my feet on the bed and gave Steve room to fuck my ass from underneath. Steve fucked me for a good thirty minutes before crying out that he was ready to cum. He pulled out and shot his second load onto my public area and across my stomach. I couldn't resist myself as I pulled his slick cock back into my ass and rode him a while longer. As we picked up the pace, Steve stayed hard and when he began to curse and tightened his muscles, I made him cum the third and smaller load directly into my ass. I wiped Steve off and sucked him a while longer. He needed to relax and just lie there and this gave him an excuse. I had never thought I could be so addicted to sucking a man's cock but I was. He was so sensitive, he finally made me stop. I straddled Steve and stroked my cock for Steve's pleasure and shot the load onto his chest. I took a shower while he cruised the boat back to the docks. This was not our last time to enjoy such cruises or to tan together. That summer held other experiences. Sometimes it was on his boat, other times at my place. Sometimes just the two of us and sometimes, one of his friends would join us. I learned much that summer. You will have to stay tuned to hear the rest of the story of Steve and my wonderful, sexy, nasty dirty summer at the river. Becoming Daddy's Girl I felt the bed shift when he got in behind me. I was lying on my stomach with one knee drawn up a bit. My thin white tee was moist with perspiration and I'd put on the smallest pair of black cotton panties I owned after my shower. God it was hot. When he snuggled up behind me, his skin against mine, I was a heartbeat away from asking him to just leave me alone. He pressed up against me, I opened my mouth to say it and he whispered against my neck, "My girl looks hot." I was, and his breath was hotter still. Nonetheless, I felt goose bumps raise on my arms and the backs of my thighs. Just like that, my mind went from," leave me alone" to "please don't stop". I felt my body react to him in ways that it hadn't in months. Maybe years. I'd been stressed lately. I have a lot going on at work. My boss recently moved into another position and I've been contemplating making a bid for his job. I'm worried about what the economy is doing to our mortgage . We have a kiddo who needs braces and another that wants guitar lessons. I love him, but time with my husband has been just about the last thing on mind. But the way he said it. "My girl looks hot." It wasn't a compliment. It was a statement of fact. Record highs in Portland and trust me, very few North Westerners plan for heat. He was stating the obvious, but the possessiveness in his voice raised those goose bumps. I've always been his honey, his sweetie, his baby, but tonight, I'm his girl. He rubs the goose bumps from the back of my thigh and I feel a tiny spasm in my pussy. "Are you too hot baby?" The only sound I can make is strangled, halfway between a whimper and a moan. He drags his hand slowly up the back of my thigh, over the swell of my ass, to the small of my back. He stops, his hand slightly splayed over the patch of bare skin between the band of my panties and the hem of my tight white t-shirt. His fingers curve gently around my side, the tips of his fingers barely reaching my stomach. "I know I shouldn't," he whispers against my neck. I have a split second to wonder what the hell he's talking about before he finishes, "but Daddy can't help it." I resister that he's just called himself Daddy, then so many things happen at once. I gasp. My nipples tighten. My pussy floods. I feel that tiny spasm again. I'm not sure when it happened, but some time ago, I started fantasizing about my Daddy. No, not my father. That's disgusting. My Daddy, the man who wants what's best for me. Even if what's best for me is a good hard spanking. A man who'll teach me, who'll nurture me. Make me his girl, then his bad girl, his slut, his whore. A man who will praise my good behavior with his cock. Who'll teach me bad behavior with it too. I asked my husband to be my Daddy once. He was so disgusted. I never got to explain my Daddy to him. I rolled over and lay there in my shame until he fell asleep. Then I rubbed my aching pussy, dreaming of a Daddy who'd use my shame to fuck me. After that night, I never said it out loud again. But it was never far from my mind. But back to right now. Right now, my Daddy is pulling me tighter against his body. His hand snakes up against the swell of my breast. He finds my nipple through my T shirt and I moan as he teases it lightly. "Can Daddy touch you here?" He asks as he twists my nipple. "Is it ok?" I make a guttural sound that he takes as agreement. I feel his fingers snake under my T and brush the fullness of my breast. I can't help it. I know it's slutty, but my ass grinds against his cock and I can tell he's hard. His hands cup my breast and he encourages me. "Is that a yes? Daddy can tell, you know." He releases my captive nipple and his hand slides down my abdomen toward my panties. "Do you know how I know? I can tell from your pussy." He cups my pussy through my panties. "Oh, I think you do like it when Daddy touches you. Don't you?" I barely manage, "yes." "Daddy wants his girl to come. Will you come for Daddy?" "Yes," I gasp. I'm practically coming already. "But you have to come my way. Can you do that? Can you do that for your Daddy?" I'm gasping and panting and he takes that for yes. He suddenly pulls his hand from my pussy. I feel abandoned. He pushes my upper body away from him. I'm desperate for him to be touching me. He snakes his right arm underneath me, and uses it to push me back against his chest. He cradles me there, my back to his chest and he whispers in my ear. "Daddy's going to make you come. You're such a good girl. Daddy wants to make his good girl feel special." While he talks to me, he's settling me against the front of his body. I can feel his rigid cock nestled in the cleft of my ass through my panties. His right hand his squeezing and pinching my nipples as his left creeps back toward my pussy. I expect him to slide his fingers under the band, but he doesn't. Instead, he settles his hand over my mound and gently probes my slit until he has his finger against my clit, using the cotton fabric to tease my sensitive nub. He grinds against my ass while tweaking my nipples and endlessly smoothing my cotton panties against my bud. I'm drenched. I fuck myself against his hand as my pussy grows hotter and hotter. I can feel Daddy's cock pulsing against my bottom and I shimmy against it, aching to feel it inside me, stretching me wide. The thought of my Daddy's cock in me is more than I can take. I pump against his finger frantically now and quickly explode. My whole body tightens and my empty cunt clenches against the cock I wish were filling me. I'm panting as my body stills. I'm already dreaming of climbing on Daddy's cock when I feel his teeth against the nape of my neck. "Daddy's not done with you, baby." With that, he bites. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make me want whatever he wants. He tenses the finger that's still knuckle deep in my slit and my whole body tenses with it. "Daddy likes that." He pushes my button again. It's almost more than I can take. It makes me gasp and my hips jerk, trapped between his cock and his finger. "Oh baby, Daddy does like that." He frigs my clit relentlessly and I'm powerless to stop the movements of my body. My hips push back and my thighs tighten around his hand. He continues to stroke me and through the haze of almost painful pleasure, I feel his cock pumping against my ass. His finger moves faster, driving the motion of my hips. He bites down hard on the back of my neck, triggering a second, blinding orgasm. When I regain my senses, the hand on my pussy is still. He's lightly teasing my nipples and whispering what a good girl I am--hinting at many more chances to make my Daddy happy. Promising to show me things I've only dreamt of. I'm drifting off as he strokes my hip and thigh. When he thinks I've nodded off, he roles away from me. As soon as he moves, I feel the slick, wet spot on the back of my panties. I'm mostly asleep when he reaches over and smears his creamy come into the skin of my lower back. As I drift away, I hear him say, "You are Daddy's good girl."