15 comments/ 151962 views/ 111 favorites Feeding Daddy By: pantera66 I'm just so tired... having a newborn baby is all of those things that everyone dreams of, it's beautiful, it's wonderful, it's magical... but FUCK it's exhausting! My little boy is the new love of my life, and I wouldn't give him up for all the world, but yes, he is most assuredly limiting my sleep, and so my waking hours are sluggish at times... But if there is one thing I can count on with Junior, it's that he falls into a deep deep sleep after breastfeeding, so I always know I can get in a good two-hour nap once I've put him safely into his crib. Now was my chance, I had just lain him down, backed quietly out of the room, and went to my bedroom. I took the baby monitor with me, but honestly, it was just a formality - for one thing, I knew he was out for the next two hours, but even more importantly, my dad was in the living room with the other monitor, and he'd be the one to hear my baby if he woke up while I was passed out. I crawled into bed, waging a minor wall with myself... On the one hand, I was bone tired and I knew that I should just go right to sleep. On the other hand, I had just breast-fed my baby, and when that happens, I become so completely relaxed, so completely at peace, and (disturbing or not) so deliciously horny... Now was no exception, and so I struggled with the decision between sleep and orgasms. I even reached my hand down between my legs, moaning a little upon finding how wet my pussy was, but... in the end, exhaustion won, and I fell asleep with my hand between my legs. Now I should explain: I didn't live with my dad, but since my hubby¸Victor, had to go out of town on a business trip, daddy had come to stay with me and Junior, just in case something came up and I need him... My mom had passed away many years ago in a tragic accident, so dad was on his own and happy to be useful - he had made very good investments at a young age and had been able to retire when he turned 45, a year ago. He wasn't filthy rich, but he certainly had enough to live out the next 40 years in comfort without worrying about a thing. Since mom had died when I was so young, dad and I had been very close, and he was so proud of his new grandson, not even ONCE balking at the age of being a grandfather so young (I was only 22!) Daddy later explained that he had been sitting in the living room, reading, sipping a cup of coffee and happily listening to his grandson's quiet little snores... Daddy said he went to check on Junior because he no longer heard snoring, but once he was satisfied all was fine, he peeked in on me to see if I was OK, too... Daddy says his intentions were completely innocent... All I know is that I slowly started to wake up, feeling as if I were swimming up through deep deep waters, not panicked, just leisurely, and ever so slowly... I was vaguely aware of feeling more wonderful than I could ever remember having felt, not understanding yet why, just knowing that I might not want to wake up so that I could continue to feel this intense bliss... but wake up I did, slowly, slowly, slowly... and then the confusion started to muddle my thoughts, confusion because I could still feel Junior feeding, confusion because while it still felt as amazingly delicious as always, I knew I had lain my baby down in his crib in his room across the hall so how could he still be feeding? Confusion because the mouth feeding from me was unfamiliar, with teeth and vague stubble scratching my breast, and not only was Victor away, but I knew it wouldn't be HE latched-on to my tit, he had already made himself clear on THAT subject! Of course, it was my daddy, lying next to me, suckling from my still swollen tits... and my pussy was dripping wet! Even while tried to come to terms with what was happening, I knew how incredibly aroused I was... I must have gasped or something, as Daddy looked up at me, never releasing my swollen nipple from between his lips, his teeth, sucking HARDER at my teat now that he knew I was awake and AWARE... He shook his head and growled deep in his throat when I tried to push him away, when I started whispering loudly at him to "Stop, daddy!" holding me down as easily as if I weren't even trying to dislodge him, hissing around my nipple while pointing in the general direction of the baby's room, furrowing his brow as if to say "Surely you're not so selfish as to want to disturb him?!"... I lowered my voice again, again telling him to stop, that he couldn't be doing this, but he renewed his efforts, sucking harder, drawing my milk out in a rush, making me arch my back despite myself, making me grind my legs together... and he noticed, and started making a purring sound in his throat... Suddenly my pussy gave a jolt, and I found myself rubbing myself - but not on purpose! I reacted too slowly, when his new purring finally registered and I looked back into his eyes, he was staring at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes, his mouth smiling while it continued to suckle on my teat, latched on as if no power on earth would ever get him to release... and I realized his right hand was on top of MY right hand, which was cupping my pussy, and had been, since just before I fell into the deep dark slumber... I struggled again, until he released my hand and moved his quickly to suddenly pinched hard on my inner thigh, stilling me immediately... when I met his gaze again, he gave me a slow serious nod, his face calm and almost cold, with a look as if to say, "That's right, now just be a good girl and let daddy do what needs to be done." When daddy's fingers returned to my sopping wet pussy (I had yanked my own hand away!), they sank between my lips and I couldn't help but cum immediately... I gushed all over his fingers and felt him suck even harder on my tit and the simultaneous orgasm and rush of milk was almost too much, almost too intense... almost! I had imagined doing this already with my husband, but even though he had refused, I was somehow pretty sure that had he agreed to do it, the feeling wouldn't have been even a QUARTER as intensely delicious as this, with my daddy... and somehow, daddy knew it, the look on his face told me so... it also told me that this was only the beginning, knowledge that was driven home when his thumb mashed against my clit and his index and middle finger fucked my hole to bring me to an even more intense second climax... Feeding Daddy Ch. 02 I must have passed out from a combination of the exhaustion of new motherhood and the intensity of the orgasms I had had... I slowly came awake and found that I had rolled onto my side, and I had a moment of panic, afraid that I had dropped or crushed Junior, but then my eyes flicked to the video monitor and I saw him, safe in his crib in his room across the hall, sleeping soundly. Did I put him there? My mind was so sluggish, I felt so groggy, I couldn't seem to remember. But Victor was out of town, so it couldn't have been him. Oh, right, Daddy was here, so Daddy must have put him there ... Daddy!! And suddenly it all came back to me in a rush, suddenly I remembered what had happened, what Daddy had done... what I had let him do, what I had enjoyed letting him do... The guilt came crashing in, the confusion, the self-loathing, the sense of betrayal -- I had not only allowed my father to suck my tit, to feed from my tit, but I had been aroused by it, I had been brought to orgasm by my father -- twice! It was unconscionable, it was reprehensible, it was shameful, it was... it was... it was... unbelievably erotic and arousing and was making me wet just remembering it. I reached down to touch my pussy and gently stroked my clit, moaning softly while remembering how Daddy had made me cum... But surely it was just a one-time thing, right? Was Daddy struggling with his own guilt about what he had done? Was he worried I would hate him now, that I would be getting ready to call the police or my husband or something? So many possible scenarios, so many possible next steps... Quietly, I got up and went to the bathroom. I was, honestly, amazed by my reflection -- I looked rested for the first time, my eyes were clear and my skin even seemed to glow a bit more than it had in weeks. I relieved myself, tossing my panties into the laundry hamper, then washed my face, brushed my teeth, and tidied my hair before pulling it back into a loose ponytail. I couldn't resist the curiosity, and I pulled my nightgown off my shoulders to look at my breasts -- they didn't look too different, they were still somewhat milk-heavy, more swollen than their regular 34B, and the nipples didn't seem to be any the worse for wear from having been used by Daddy's mouth... At the thought, I could see a few drops of milk appear at their dark brown tips, and I quickly wiped them clean and pulled my gown back up into place, willing my brain to think of butterflies, laundry, paying taxes -- anything but a mouth attached to my tits! Then I tiptoed out of the bathroom and bedroom to find Daddy. I found him back in the living room, lying on the chaise, eyes closed, asleep. There was a soft smile on his lips and he looked so relaxed, so content, so peaceful, more than he had looked in ages. I stood there, gazing at him, wondering what I was supposed to do -- how did I just "go on" from what happened? How was I supposed to act now? How was I supposed to FEEL about Daddy now? I knew, deep down, that Daddy had not really forced me into anything -- sure, I resisted him at first, but even that resisting was feeble and more a formality than anything else, and I knew it. Even now, watching him from the hallway, I felt a tingling in my pussy which at the very least convinced me I was not disgusted by him, by myself, or by what had happened. I walked over to him quietly, smiling as I looked down at him, and bent to place a very soft kiss on his forehead. Just as I was straightening up to move away, Daddy's arms came up and around me and he hauled me onto his lap. I let out a little yelp of surprise, and Daddy took advantage of the moment by crushing his mouth to my open lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth, assaulting me before I could make another sound, his tongue moving over mine, his teeth nibbling on my bottom lip, licking me, devouring my mouth, leaving me breathless. It was, without a doubt, the hottest kiss of my entire life. Suddenly I felt his hands grabbing my robe and pulling it open and they started fondling my breasts through my nightgown, hefting them, toying with the hardening nipples they were topped with. Daddy broke our passionate kiss, looked me in the eye, said, "I love you, Angel," and dipped his head down to capture one of those nipples in his mouth. His hand was lifting my breast for easier access and he began sucking my nipple gently, through my nightgown, teasing it with his teeth until it got even harder and started to leak milk copiously. Daddy growled with satisfaction, opened the front of my nighty, and pulled out one of my milk-swollen breasts and latched on, fiercely. All my previous doubts flew out the window, and I just reveled in the sensation of my Daddy sucking my tit, of him drawing out my milk and swallowing it like a glutton, of the way it made my entire body tingle, and of how wet it made my pussy... Junior was crying in his crib in his room down the hall, and the sound broke through the haze of lust and pleasure that all centered on my left tit, the tit lucky enough to have been chosen by my Daddy, the tit being suckled almost violently, the tit from which electric shockwaves were traveling in a straight line that ended in my increasingly wet cunt. The crying brought me to my senses, and I pushed at Daddy, who at first only looked up at me with blazing if slightly unfocused eyes, eyes which seemed to reflect the same burning desire I was sure must be found in mine, eyes under frowning eyebrows that protested my attempted interruption of his feeding. A second later, with an almost imperceptible shake of his head, Daddy's eyes cleared and his mouth opened in an "Oh!" of recognition, releasing my turgid nipple with an audible POP! that brought a small whimper of longing from Daddy. But Junior's cries were growing stronger and louder, and my tits responded immediately and started leaking more milk instinctively. Daddy's arms dropped, releasing me, but his eyes, riveted to my leaking nipples, blazed dangerously. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Go, take care of my grandson -- go quickly before I change my mind!" I jumped up off of Daddy's lap and sprinted to my son's room, worried that I would cave to my OWN base desires and choose my pleasure over my poor baby's needs. When I got back to his room and scooped him out of his crib, I settled into the recliner and offered Junior my tit, and his cries stopped as if a switch had been flipped as he automatically latched on. I was almost immediately lost in the sublime joy of feeding my son, the love swelling in my heart, the pride of being able to nurture him with my body making me sigh and close my eyes to enjoy the experience. I pushed thoughts of my Daddy out of my mind, and just concentrated on my son. I looked down at him, nestled in my arms, and forgot about everything else in the world. Junior relaxed into my embrace and, making happy little sounds, fed and slowly but surely started to drift off. When he finally released my nipple sleepily, I transferred him to be up against my shoulder, burped him gently, and then rocked and sang to him quietly until he was asleep. After a quick diaper-check, I swiftly moved him to his changing table, changed him, swaddled him, and placed him in his crib. I knew, from experience, that he was out for the night. I was tired, and honestly, feeling pretty confused about what was going on with my Daddy. I felt that we had somehow been swept up by some bizarre emotions and needs, and in a weak moment, had succumbed to them. But this couldn't go on, and we both knew it. Tomorrow, we would discuss it, we would have ourselves a laugh about it, and we would lock it up tight in a little box, then store it somewhere in the attic forever more. I mean, really, what was the alternative? No, it didn't even stand consideration. I squared my shoulders resolutely, gave a quick sharp nod, as if to commend myself and my resolve, and left Junior's room, heading straight to my room. Tomorrow we could talk, right now was not the time. But Daddy was not to be outsmarted -- I had barely entered my room when he came up to me, wrapped an arm around me, and yanked me up to press me against his body. I gasped with surprise, feeling the immediate response from my traitorous body as my nipples hardened and my pussy clenched -- how could he AFFECT me like this?? His mouth once again came down to claim mine and the kiss was once again so powerful, so erotic, so mind-erasing, that all I could do was focus on it, to yearn for it to become deeper, to cling to Daddy for life. He broke the kiss, pulled my robe open, and pulled out my left tit, lifting it to meet his open mouth, which then immediately resumed drawing hard on my nipple, while gently massaging my breast to bring a good flow down for him. When Junior fed, it usually sent little tingles to my pussy, but Daddy was sending bolts of lightning and within seconds, I was once again getting very wet. I moaned and clasped Daddy's head to my chest. Daddy straightened up and told me to close the door. As if I were an obedient little girl, I turned to do what he said, wondering in the back of my mind what the hell I was doing? Why wasn't I railing at him, why wasn't I telling him this was disgusting, why wasn't I telling him to get the hell out of my room, out of my house, out of my LIFE? The fact that I could ask myself these questions but the questions weren't causing me to ACT on them was frightening, but regardless, I closed the door and turned to face my Daddy. Daddy looked at me and gave me a short nod. He moved over to the wing chair near the window, sat down, and crooked a finger at me. Wordlessly, as though I were in a dream and working on autopilot, I walked over to him and sat crosswise on his lap when he patted his thigh. The voice in my head, the one telling me to run, the one telling me to slap my Daddy, the one telling me to scream... it seemed to be coming to me from farther and farther away, as if from the other end of a long tunnel, fading quickly... Daddy still said nothing. In retrospect, I wonder if he knew that the right thing at that time was to NOT talk, I wonder if he knew that the longer he stayed quiet, the further under his spell I was falling, as if he knew that his voice would give me something SANE to focus on, something to cling to in order to avoid giving in to what I later would understand was, quite simply, what I needed. But those thoughts came much later, they came after pieces had fallen neatly into place, they came after everything between us had irrevocably -- but not horribly! -- changed. For right now, all I could do was marvel at how calm I felt, at how bemused I was, at how quietly excited I was. Daddy once again pulled a breast free from my nighty, and I waited for the now-familiar feel of his mouth on my teat. But nothing happened, he just cradled my heavy tit in his hand. I looked up at him quizzically, and found he was staring at me; when me eyes met his, I was riveted and couldn't have looked away had I wanted to. Once he saw he had my attention, he lifted my tit to my mouth and, without breaking eye contact for a second, he closed his teeth on my nipple and bit down, a little harder than I would have expected. I gasped and my eyes watered, but I did not make any move to fight him ("What the HELL is WRONG with me?" the voice screamed), and he smiled, satisfied. Then his mouth closed around my nipple, his teeth released it, and he once again started to suckle. Having already enjoyed this feeling, and knowing I couldn't (didn't want to?) make him stop, I got as comfortable as I could on Daddy's lap and allowed him to feed until his hunger was satisfied. It didn't take long for me to start worrying that my arousal was going to get the better of me. I was nervous that my pussy juices would soak through my panties, nighty, and even robe, and I instinctively clenched my pussy muscles together, as if to somehow contain them. I shifted minutely to try to get into a better position to press my thighs tightly together, and that's when I felt it -- Daddy's cock was hard and throbbing and, now that I had moved, nestled up against my ass! I managed to contain my gasp of surprise, not sure if I wanted him to know that I felt it, not sure how I felt about feeling it, not sure what I was supposed to do about it at all! I decided to sit as still as possible and to just let the man finish his meal in peace. Maybe Daddy was as unable to control his cock as I was unable to stop my pussy from creaming, and I didn't want to embarrass Daddy by letting him know I knew. Maybe he was, even at that moment, waging a mental war with himself, trying to figure out how to make it soften and go limp before I noticed. I decided inaction was the best course of action! While Daddy continued to suckle away contentedly, making little humming sounds from time to time, causing little vibrations to buzz my already sensitive nipple every now and then, I unconsciously started to hum a lullaby, like I did when feeding Junior; this seemed to cause him to relax and melt against me. The first lullaby melted into a second, the second into a third, and it wasn't until I was halfway into the fourth when I realized that while I had been humming/singing to him, I had also been gently rocking against Daddy, back and forth. As a result, Daddy's cock was now twice as hard as it had been and now insistently pushing up at my ass. This time I was unable to stop my gasp, and when Daddy heard it, he once again knew that I was conscious of what was going on and he could proceed more openly to thrust his swollen cock against my ass. I thought I might pass out from excitement! Daddy wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap while pushing his crotch up against me, again and again. He groaned deep in his throat, and I was sure he could feel my wetness -- and I no longer cared! Suddenly I was grinding myself against Daddy's crotch, leaving him with no doubt how much I was enjoying what we were doing. We continued this way for several minutes, but the harder I ground against him, the more frustrated I felt -- I needed more, much more! Daddy could read me so well, he knew how much this was killing me, and he took his hand from my waist and instead moved it to my crotch, where he started to softly rub at the inflamed cunt below the nighty. He almost immediately noticed I was not wearing any panties and his eyes flew to meet mine, and he nodded his approval and rubbed my pussy even more insistently. My nighty got wet almost immediately and we both groaned. I reached down to pull my nighty hem up, as if to urge Daddy to stop wasting time, to do what I needed -- to touch my naked and soaking wet pussy! Daddy smiled knowingly and did not make me wait more, but placed his big hand on my pussy and groaned when his fingers separated my pussy lips without protest and were practically sucked in! It was as if my cunt was trying to get Daddy's fingers to fill up the aching void there... Daddy pushed one finger inside me, then added another, and slowly started to saw his fingers in and out... My humming faltered as I was overcome with the feeling of my Daddy finger-fucking my cunt, and I held his head to my tit to have something sane to anchor myself. Daddy took his time, feeding and finger --fucking my pussy until he felt me start to shake and felt my pussy clenching on his fingers, trying to pull them in deep, feeling my pussy gushing its juices, soaking his hand, soaking his lap, soaking his crotch and my nighty. And suddenly he was unbuttoning his pants, trying to get the zipper down, trying to yank down his slacks so he could release his rock-hard cock -- and I couldn't even remember EVER having wanted something so much as I wanted to feel my Daddy's cock fill my cunt! I slid one foot to the floor and managed to push up from his lap just enough for him to get his pants and shorts down, to free his cock, before settling down on his lap again. When I did sit back down on Daddy's lap, his cock was standing straight up, between my legs, nestled against my pussy. Daddy rocked it up and down, up and down, while I pushed forward just enough for his cock to practically be wearing my pussy lips as a coat, a coat slick with juices that lubricated him from tip to base. But it wasn't enough, not by a long shot. I managed to angle my body up and off Daddy again, but this time I turned to face Daddy; I needed Daddy inside me, and I needed him NOW. I straddled Daddy's lap and he helped hold up my nighty so we could both see. Our gazes were both glued to his rigid cock, proudly standing straight up, knowing it was about to go where it was needed most, knowing it would be clasped, squeezed, and devoured by my pussy. As I slowly, oh-so-slowly lowered my pussy onto his cock, we both groaned with pleasure at the intense feeling, the ultimate act of taboo, the incestuous coupling that society insisted was reprehensible, but which we now knew was exactly as it should be -- my pussy was MADE to receive my Daddy's cock. As I sank down to rest on his lap, with his cock completely buried inside my cunt, we looked into each other's eyes and knew this was just the beginning of what we would continue to do for the rest of our lives, we knew my cunt was his from here on out, no matter what. Feeding Daddy Ch. 03 Full. That was how I felt -- stuffed. It wasn't even enough to call it that, the feeling I was experiencing was so new, so unprecedented, so I've-never-even-come-close-to-feeling-so-plugged-up-by-anything... That was what flashed through my mind as I sat, for the first time, impaled on Daddy's huge cock. Let me clarify, too -- while I could never be accused of having been promiscuous, I had had sex with more than a handful of men in my life, and I had played with various "toys," of various sizes, but... I knew, somehow, that this cock was both longer and thicker than any of those that came (no pun intended) before. Also, this was all so very exciting because since giving birth to Junior, my husband's cock was no longer the snug fit that it used to be -- it was still good, just not as much as it had been, pre-birth. Right now I was stuffed, and it almost made me cum on the spot to feel that way! All of this raced through my head in about 10 seconds, 10 seconds during which I didn't move, barely breathed, and stared blankly ahead. Then I blinked, unconsciously clenched my pussy around the intruder, heard my Daddy gasp, and met his gaze. His eyes were hooded, his nostrils slightly flared, and his lips half-parted. When our eyes met, another current flashed between us, and his hands came up to grab me by the hair, holding me still with his hands up against my skull. "Daddy?" I whispered, shyly, tentatively, even now worried he was going to "snap out of it" and cast me aside. The thought terrified me, I didn't understand why or how I knew it, but I suddenly knew that this man, my father, the man who had been the one constant all my life, the man who raised me alone after his wife died far too young, the man I could and did always trust... This man was the only man in the world I ever wanted by my side. To fuck? Sure, but it was deeper than that, it was more than that. I suddenly had the complete certainty that I had just met (weird, right?) the man I was born to belong to, the man I would submit to, the man whom I would always obey, the man to whom I would surrender my entire being, gladly. Daddy didn't just own my body from here on out, he owned me, heart and soul. Amazingly, I saw an awareness in Daddy's gaze. His eyes were clear, his face calm, proud, confident... proprietary. It was as if he had been waiting for me to finally understand, and was glad I had. One of his hands released its grip on my hair and encircled my throat, holding me gently but firmly. He stared into my eyes and, in a very quiet voice, said, "Mine. All mine." I heard myself murmur, "Yes, Sir," but he arched an eyebrow and I quickly repeated, more clearly, more loudly, "Yes, Sir -- Yours." At that, Daddy's mouth swooped down and captured mine. He took complete possession of my lips, my tongue, and he bit my lips almost painfully. His tongue and lips and teeth claimed mine, searing my senses, leaving me light-headed and panting, mewling softly, submitting completely. He released my mouth, and I whimpered softly, only to sigh with pleasure when his mouth moved down to my neck, licking and biting me, causing the skin all over my upper body to pebble with chills. He growled with approval of my moans. Daddy yanked my head back, causing me to arch my back and yelp in surprise. Almost simultaneously, I felt his mouth come down on my breast, once again latching on to my swollen and milky nipple, suckling greedily. A violent orgasm rocked my body, my pussy clenched Daddy's cock again, and finally -- finally! -- he started to fuck me, to take as his what had already been surrendered. Sitting in the chair like this, the strokes weren't as long or as powerful as I wanted, but they were still intensely erotic, incredibly sexy and exciting. My pussy, creaming and hot, a silken vice around his hard cock, welcomed the assault, cumming non-stop, alternately clenching and unclenching, my juices slathering the cock my pussy was born to worship. How to describe the feeling? Maybe later, when I'd had time to think about it, I'd be able to, but right now, all I could do was try to hold on to my sanity. This was so intense, so beyond words, and so confusing (after all, wasn't this wrong so many levels?), that I felt like I might go insane if I tried to actually apply rational thought to it all right now. So I didn't, I just let go and allowed myself to just go with it. But suddenly I thought of my baby, asleep in his room. I had a sudden panic attack, wondering how I was going to untangle the mess I was now in -- I was married, and now I must figure out what to do about that... But Daddy, so attuned already to me and my thoughts, lifted his head from my tit, looked me in the eye. "I'll take care of everything, don't worry about that -- now or ever. Understand?" Calm washed over me and I smiled at Daddy, nodding, "Yes, Sir, thank You." We both looked down at where we were joined, where Daddy's cock kept burying itself into my cunt, over and over again, glistening with my juices, dripping with my cream -- it was the hottest thing in the world! Then Daddy put his hands on my hips and lifted me up and off his stiff cock -- the sensation was AWFUL, it was as if I were suddenly un-tethered from the Earth, as if I would float away into space, alone and lifeless. Then Daddy turned to me, reached down and around me, put his hands under my ass, and picked me up. I, understanding his intentions, wrapped my arms around his neck, and lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist. Daddy reached down to grab his cock and hold it in position while we lowered me onto it, once again burying it inside of my -- his! -- sopping wet and scorching hot pussy. He took a few steps until he had me up against the wall, and Daddy really and truly started to fuck me for the first time, stroking in and out, harder and harder. When he drew out, it felt like he was pulling my cunt inside-out, ending with only the tip of his huge cock still inside my dripping pussy lips, then shoved almost violently back in, claiming once and for all -- and always! -- sole ownership of what was his and his alone! My cunt was on fire. Daddy's unrelenting assault on it was causing a non-stop electric charge to race all over my body. I felt Daddy's cock piston in and out of me, my pussy learning its shape, its size, its veins, its ridges. I knew that soon I would get to learn how it felt in my mouth, what it looked like, how it smelled and tasted, but right now its new home was memorizing it, adapting to it, molding itself to it for maximum pleasure for both of us. With every thrust in, my pussy walls eagerly accepted it all, my clit ground against Daddy's pelvic bone, my ass warmed to the beating of his heavy balls. When he pulled out, almost completely each time, my pussy walls clenched around their new Master almost desperately, unwilling to lose him, holding on to his huge mushroom tip with the desperation of a drowning man holding onto a life preserver! Over and over we repeated this, orgasms crashing over me almost constantly, while my Daddy held me up against the wall. My moans were getting louder and Daddy once again fastened his mouth to mine. He tasted so good, his lips were so firm and gentle at the same time, his teeth so strong and exerting just the right amount of pressure as they bit my lips, his tongue seared the inside of my mouth without ever feeling unpleasantly invasive. Every lick, suck, nibble, and thrust kept my nipples erect and my pussy creamy and hot. Daddy pinched my right nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger and pulled back a little, getting my full attention. "I'm going to put you down now, baby, we're changing positions." It wasn't a question, he wasn't checking to see if that was "OK" with me, he was merely making a statement of fact. Quite unnecessarily (but much to my delight), he gave my nipple another hard twist, as if to dare me to protest -- it had never even occurred to me to protest, but I enjoyed the lightning bolt to my dripping cunt. There would be time later to talk, time to prove to him that he had nothing to worry about; deep inside, I had already really and truly submitted to him as my man, my Master, my owner. For now, all I did was smile gently and say, "Yes, Sir, as you wish." His low growl of pleasure, the gleam in his eye, and another hard twist of my nipple showed his pleasure at this. I unlocked my ankles and let my Daddy lower me until I was standing before him, the nightgown that had been bunched-up around my waist falling to my knees again. My only complaint being the absence of his cock in my pussy, a complaint I wouldn't dare to voice. Instead, I merely looked into Daddy's eyes and awaited instruction. "Good girl," Daddy murmured, those two words almost making me cum on the spot. Daddy took me by the shoulders and turned me around, then, pushing me ahead of him, walked over to the wing chair. I looked back at him over my shoulder, a question in my eyes, and he placed his left hand on my left hip, while placing his right hand on my right shoulder. Slowly he pushed my shoulder forward and down while holding my hip steady, and I obediently bent at the waist towards the recliner until I was completely bent over, supporting my weight with my forearms on the arms of the chair. Daddy pressed up against me, letting me feel his rigid cock through the nightgown while he reached under me to palm my tits, squeezing them and twisting my nipples hard. I moaned and ground my nighty-covered ass against his hard prick, getting another "Good girl" for my efforts. Daddy drew back a little, then slowly slid my nighty up until it was gathered up in one hand at the small of my back, leaving my ass and soaking wet pussy totally exposed. Before I could even prepare myself for anything, Daddy slammed his cock into my starving cunt, bottoming out in one stroke. I had already taken all of him before, but in this position I swear it felt like there were an extra two inches inside of me, I could swear that the head of his cock had to be up against my cervix, maybe even past it! I moaned again, loudly, thankful that Junior was asleep down the hall and oblivious to what was happening. Daddy started to stroke in and out, faster and faster, and I knew this was it -- I thrust back at him as much as I could, but I could feel my body tensing up for what I knew would be the most intense orgasm of my twenty-four years of life! Daddy's breath started to get louder, rougher, and his balls seemed to be tightening up and hitting me almost painfully when he slammed his cock home. Daddy sawed in and out, bringing his huge prick almost completely out on every other stroke, going balls deep on the next, faster and faster, harder and harder, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh, of wet pussy sucking in hard dick, the almost non-stop keening coming from me, rising in pitch and volume was so sexy and added to the fire that we were surely creating with the ultimate incestuous connection of my Daddy's cock, balls-deep in his baby girl's cunt! Suddenly, Daddy plunged, if possible, even deeper than he had before, grabbed my hip with one hand and reached forward to grab my hair in his other. He pulled me up by the hair, bringing my back up to his chest, then wrapped his arm around my waist and brought his hand up to seize my right breast, pinning me against him at hip and tit, while his huge cock was bottomed out in my gushing cunt. I gasped as I felt his cock swell and his balls twitch and jerk, felt his cock pulsing inside me, once, twice, three times felt his cum filling me up more creamy cum than I had ever felt before, felt it start to trickle out of my pussy because there just wasn't enough room for all he was unloading into me, and my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave! My eyes rolled back in my head, my legs began to buckle beneath me, and the only things keeping me upright were the cock I was impaled upon, and Daddy's two hands -- and Daddy continued to pump his seed into his baby girl's greedy cunt all the while. There was no fear of pregnancy for me right now, but I noted, somewhere in the back of my mind that I felt SAD about that, not relieved. I shoved that thought aside for now, and gave myself over to the orgasms that were rocking my body, the shockwaves that were streaking from my cunt, filled with my Daddy's cock and cum, to every part of my body. I had given myself to my Daddy, and was blissfully aware that I was totally and utterly in love with him and devoted to him, and would feel that way for the rest of my life. Feeding Daddy Ch. 04 I awoke slowly, feeling a bit disconcerted, a bit confused, and very very worried. My eyes opened drowsily and I found that I was in my own bed, alone, in the darkened room. I guiltily realized I hadn't thought about Junior for quite some time, but the video monitor on my bedside table showed me he was blissfully asleep in his crib in his room down the hall, and I relaxed. What in the world had I gotten myself into? What was I going to do now? How was I supposed to face Victor, Daddy, Junior, the world...? So many thoughts fought for attention in my mind and I was overwhelmed with emotion and sensory overload. I had had sex with my father. I had made love to him. He had made love to me. He had cum inside his daughter's pussy – and the scariest thing of all was that I was not worried or feeling guilty about it. Because I knew, deep in my soul, from the bottom of my heart, that my Daddy was my man, my soul mate, my husband, my owner, my lover, my love, and the man I would spend the rest of my life with. What was I going to DO? The man I was in love with was my FATHER, and there was no way this love would be accepted in society. The man I loved was forbidden to me, and while he and I had obviously decided society's restrictions were immaterial to us, that we were going to be together, come hell or high water, I simply couldn't conceive of HOW we were going to make this work. And I was married, for God's sake. I was married to a wonderful man, a man who had always treated me with love and respect, and whom I had also always loved and respected. And the fact of the matter was, even now, thinking about him while knowing things were now and forever so very different, I recognized that I still loved and respected Victor – yet I would not be able to be with him anymore. I was fully aware of the fact that, while I was legally married to Victor, my submission to my Daddy as his, was absolute. In my heart, I was now married to my father. I belonged to him, not as a slave, pet, or toy, simply as his mate. As such, I could no sooner have betrayed that submission as I could have renounced my motherhood. So what the fuck was I going to DO? I remembered Daddy telling me not to worry, I remembered him sensing my panic at some point and remembered how immediately he had calmed me with gentle words of reassurance, that he would "take care of things." I knew I should trust in him, I knew he would make sure things worked out, I knew he would care for me and protect me and cherish me and FIND a way. But for all that, I felt very worried. But not about Daddy. I was not worried that all of this was in my head. I was not worried that what had happened was about sex, or that Daddy's claiming of me was about some ridiculous role play involving leather and whips and canes. Yes, Daddy had made it clear that I now belonged to him, belonged to him in a way that had nothing to do with obeying him as a minor had to obey her parent. The fact that he was my father admittedly added excitement to the relationship, knowing we were engaging in something so taboo, something considered wicked and wrong, something completely rejected by society... But that wasn't the point, that was just the icing on the cake. No, our new relationship was much deeper than sex, much more than just nasty because it was incest, much more profound in its essence. Never had I ever imagined, never had I ever considered, never had I ever even fantasized about submitting to a man. Never had I ever thought that by doing so, I could feel so strong, so fulfilled. Never had it occurred to me that there was anything missing in my life – until now. Now, knowing that my life would be all about pleasing my Daddy, about making him proud, about being his – now I knew I would actually be complete. And oh how incredibly arousing that was. But still, what were we going to do about Victor, about Junior, about US? My heart started pounding, suddenly I felt Daddy's absence in a way I had never felt alone before. I needed to go to him, I needed him to hold me, I needed him to help me see there WAS a way for this to be OK. So I got out of bed, noting that my nipples were a bit tender, that my pussy was throbbing faintly, and that my legs were slight shaking ... and it made me smile. I drew my robe around me, walked into my bathroom, relieved myself, washed my face and brushed my teeth and hair, and went in search of my Daddy. I found him in the living room, where he sat in the recliner with a laptop, a pensive look on his face. When he saw me step into the room, he set the laptop aside, smiled at me, and held his arms open. I walked over to him confidently and settled into his lap, and he lowered his mouth to mine to kiss me deeply. His kiss said it all: It once again asserted his ownership of me, it promised his protection and devotion, it whispered of his passion, it assured me things would be fine, and above all, it pledged his complete love for me, his baby, his daughter, his wife. After a few minutes of this deep and expressive kissing, Daddy lifted his head and looked me in the eye, searching for any dissent, any resistance, any rejection. There was none to be found, and once that was clear. He smiled and said, "I love you, baby, now and forever. I hope I am not mistaken in believing that you love me, too, and that you accept my claim over you, of all of you, from here on out, until death do us part." I looked at my father with clear eyes, eyes shining with love and trust, and replied, "I love you, Daddy, and I want you to know, to really believe me when I say that I am yours, in every way, as your wife and lover and daughter, as long as we both shall live." We had said the words, we had acknowledged what we were feeling, we had accepted our new relationship as husband and wife, even if for now only the two of us knew about it. It was incredible, and our eyes blazed with the intensity of the moment. Daddy moaned softly, took my mouth again, his hands fisting my hair, my hands sliding around his neck, and we devoured each other for what seemed like hours. His tongue plunged into my open mouth, my lips sucked his lower lip into my mouth, his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and our tongues dueled, danced, and thrust against each other, over and over again, learning, teaching, tasting, feeling... Never had I ever been kissed before, I knew that now, never before this man had I truly understood what it was to surrender my mouth, my body, my soul to another... And it was blissful. Eventually we broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air, my nipples hardened and leaking milk, Daddy's cock hard against my ass, my pussy creamy and hot just inches above that cock. In the back of my mind I was glad to know that Victor wouldn't be back for another week, if not two, but I wanted to be sure that Daddy was already working on a plan, to not get swept up in our passion and hunger for each other only to find the week of planning had slipped away and would force me to live apart from Daddy for any time. "Daddy, how are we going to do this? How are we going to be together?" I asked him, while snuggling up against his chest. "Well, baby girl, I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I think I might have an idea of how, but I need to make a few calls, do a bit of research before I share that with you, don't want to confuse you later with a 'new plan.' All you need to know is that, now that we have committed to being together, that is my priority. No matter what happens, you DO know that Victor is going to be hurt, right baby? That's just unavoidable, and I have always liked him, and that is the one thing that doesn't sit right with me, but there's just no way around it – I won't share you." "No Daddy, I'm not so much worried as anxious, I suppose. Yes, I know Victor is going to be hurt – how could he not? And honestly, hurting him will hurt me, too, because I will always love him; he has been a good husband, a good father to our baby, and a good man, and I am sorry that none of that is enough. But he deserves better than to be with a woman who does not love him the way he deserves – I belong to you, now Daddy, and being with him would be a lie and a travesty to all three of us." "I love you so much, baby girl," Daddy said, kissing me gently on the lips, while he reached inside my robe to stroke my breasts. "And I adore you, Daddy. I trust you implicitly and I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am to think of how happy I am to be your love, your wife," I replied gently. "Seems it's time for Junior's breakfast, eh?" Daddy had found my leaking nipples. "Yep! I should go and wait for him to wake up, it won't be long now." "But first let Daddy have a little breakfast, baby," Daddy said, opening my robe and pushing my nighty's neckline aside. He hefted my left breast in his hand, milk dripping from the hard nipple, and licked his lips. "As you wish, Daddy," I replied obediently, leaning back and arching my back slightly to bring my breast closer to him. Daddy growled appreciatively before both lifting with his and and bowing his head. Daddy's mouth fastened onto my teat, and suckled gently. This was different than before, more calm, more secure, more assured. Daddy knew the courting was over, he no longer needed to exert himself, to use any kind of force, he knew I had already relinquished control to him gladly and happily. So Daddy drank deeply, as always making my pussy drip with desire, making me moan and close my eyes, making his cock harden beneath me. His other hand played with the other tit, and the milk there flowed over his hand, soaking his shirtsleeve and my nighty. My hands clutched his head to my breast, my fingers twined in his hair, and we reveled in our new love, our new relationship, our new life together. Daddy drank for only a few minutes, then ruefully drew back. He gently pulled my nighty back into place and closed my robe and told me I should go check on his grandson, that there would be time for us later. He had more planning to do, and he would take advantage of my time with Junior to do it. We had all the time in the world, after all. Feeding Daddy Ch. 05 I was sitting in the recliner in Junior's room, rocking him as he had his breakfast, when Daddy came to the door. He propped himself against the doorframe and watched us with warm eyes, smiling gently. I beamed up at him. "Baby girl, I'm going out for a while, I have some errands to run and have to see a few people - will you be OK for a few hours?" "Sure, Daddy, not a problem. Did you get some breakfast - REAL breakfast," I asked with a half-severe look when he gave me an evil grin, "or do you want me to make something before you go?" "Sweetie, the reason I'm here is to help you with things, not to give you things to do. Our new relationship changes nothing in that regard, you are expected to suddenly wait on me," Daddy said quietly. "I guess I'm not sure WHAT my specific role is now, Daddy, so I'm just kind of feeling my way?" I replied. "But making you breakfast isn't a huge deal anyway, and I would have offered that no matter what." Daddy walked over, placed a kiss on the top of Junior's head and another on my forehead. "I know, baby, I know - and I love you for that, among many other things." He straightened up, and as he walked out, he said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll see you in a few hours." And so I was left alone with my baby and my thoughts. My mind was alternately in a rosy haze, the feeling of being newly in love tinting everything beautifully, making me sigh happily. But in the next minute it would switch to uneasiness, anxiously wondering how Daddy and I were going to make this work. Sure, I had faith in my father, but it's one thing to know he would always be there if I needed him, and a whole other thing to think he would find a way for us to live together as husband and wife! My thoughts drifted, guiltily, to Victor. He was such a good man, so hard-working, so honest, so generous, so devoted to his family. Victor ran his family business, a prestigious and but small chain of restaurants with locations in a select number of cities worldwide. He was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, finalizing paperwork and getting some preliminary things taken care of. Unfortunately, things were taking longer than usual, and whereas he would usually only be down there a week to 10 days for this part, this time he had already been down there for three weeks and might not come back for another two at this rate. Thinking about him tore my heart in two, half feeling admiration, the other half, regret. I had always been so impressed with his level of dedication to the business. He was thirty years old, and had been in charge of the family business since he was 24 - unheard of in the industry. He was great at it, though. He would travel to the city being considered and, armed with research on local restaurants; he visited those he thought would tell him the most about local preferences. Before the pregnancy made it complicated, I would occasionally accompany him on these trips. But my own job prevented me from going as often as I would have liked - I, too, worked at MY family's business. We owned and operated an exclusive but not overpriced small chain of hotels. I had started working with my father from the time I was 16, and as his only child and living family member, my whole life I had known I would one day inherit the business. I was a hard worker and a quick learner and I had gotten my degree in Business, going on to earn my MBA in record time. I wanted to focus on learning everything there was to know about our business, hands-on, so I was very motivated. And our next project was for - Cape Town. Daddy had considered this location at several times over the years but once Victor's business had committed to making Cape Town its next location, Daddy really set the wheels in motion. Of course, the whole idea hinged on my moving there with Victor and Junior, where the three of us could be together while the two of us worked hard to expand our businesses. At this thought, I once again groaned with dismay. What was I going to do? It was now inconceivable for me to move to Cape Town - I could no longer be with Victor, and it was ludicrous to think we would both move halfway across the world to South America and NOT be thrown together constantly at social and professional events. It was hard enough to have to face an "ex" without it being further complicated by maintaining a secret life with Daddy and all that in a foreign setting! I wracked my brain trying to see what angle I was going to approach this situation from. Try as I might, I kept coming up with nothing, and after a couple of hours spent with Junior while thinking up one silly scenario after another, I finally gave up. I spent the next two hours trying to distract myself with more mundane activities, such as making a shopping list, doing laundry, and bathing, clothing, and feeding my son. Eventually it was time for Junior's nap, and I put him in his crib. As always, he was soon out like a light, and I took the monitor with me and went to the kitchen to start figuring out dinner for later. Roasted chicken, couscous, and asparagus looked like a winner, and just as I contentedly close the refrigerator door, strong arms encircled my waist from behind and pulled me back against a strong, comforting male body. I gasped in surprise, then sighed when I inhaled the delicious aroma that was my Daddy. He smelled clean, a bit spicy, and so downright masculine that my entire body surged in response. When Daddy lowered his mouth to my neck and started to alternately kiss, lick, suck, and bite at my skin, I could feel a tingling heat all over and an immediate rush of wetness in my cunt. His cunt. Oh yes... Daddy raised one hand to my chin and turned my head toward him while simultaneously tilting it back so he could claim my mouth with his. His searing kiss left me reeling and the thought that this man was mine forever brought tears of joy to my eyes. Eagerly I turned in his arms so that I could throw mine around his neck and cling to him, pulling myself against him as if I were trying to fuse us together. Daddy growled in response, closing his arms tighter around me. As if it had been weeks, not hours, Daddy and I kissed, licked, bit, and sucked at each other's mouth, desperately, as if our lives depended on not breaking the contact. His tongue rhythmically fucked my mouth, plunging in and exploring it, over and over again. His teeth captured my bottom lip and he drew it into his mouth, alternately licking and sucking on it, then switching to my tongue, and back again. My tongue dueled with his, twisting around it, thrusting against it, and when I slid it up between his gum line and his upper lip, he gasped and shivered and drew me closer. Every now and then we would move our mouths to each other's neck, but it wouldn't last long, as our greedy mouths were far too impatient for the other. Eventually the initial blaze of passion abated enough for us to just hold each other while trading softer, more tender kisses. Daddy sat on a chair and pulled me down to sit on his lap. "God, I love you so much, baby girl," my Daddy said between kisses. "I never knew how much one person could mean to me on this level." "I love you too, Daddy, and I will never understand how I could get so lucky as to share this love with you, to find my true soul mate, to know I am only just beginning what will be an amazing life!" "Yes, baby, it will be." Daddy drew back slightly and looked me in the eye. "I am confident things will work out for us. I've already set some wheels in motion, and soon I should know if the plan worked. If it does, we are pretty much all set. If not, then I'll move on to Plan B. For now, baby girl, all you need to know is that Daddy will take care of everything, ok?" "Of course, Daddy, I totally trust you - always have, always will. I trust you and love you will all my heart, mind, body, and soul. Just let me know if there's anything I should be doing to help," I replied. "Just believe in us, believe that it will work out, believe that we will get our happily-ever-after," Daddy said, looking deep into my eyes, holding my face gently in his hands. I pulled his face close to mine and kissed him, sweetly, softly, gently, only just teasing his mouth with my tongue. It lasted all of 20 seconds, and then Daddy stood up swiftly, swept me up in his arms, sat me on the kitchen island, and crushed me to him. Just like that, we were devouring each other again. Finally, Daddy broke our kiss. I was woozy with passion, feeling almost drugged with the intensity of it. I was aware of Daddy's mouth on my neck, but only peripherally. I was in such a fog of lust, love, and need. When Daddy started sucking on my nipples, I was brought back to the here and now by the orgasm that ripped through me. I cried out and slumped in Daddy's arms, and he looked up at me from my chest (WHEN had he opened my top and unhooked my bra?!) and he grinned triumphantly around the swollen nipple he had clamped between his strong teeth. Daddy gave each nipple another good hard suck, and then he grabbed my skirt hem and pushed it up my legs. I purred in anticipation and obediently spread my legs so he could move between them. Daddy reached down between my legs and when he found my soaking wet panties, he smiled and said, "Very good girl." Daddy slipped his fingers under the edge of my panties and pushed them between my slippery folds and straight up into my drooling pussy. He thrust two fingers in me, sawing them in and out for a few strokes, then pulled them out again. He brought his hand up to his face, held his sticky fingers beneath his nose and inhaled deeply before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. "You have the most delicious pussy I have ever tasted, baby girl, and it smells just as good as it tastes." As if to prove this to me, he reinserted his fingers into my cunt and then brought his fingers up and held them under MY nose. It did smell good and when he pushed his fingers into my mouth, I was surprised how much I enjoyed the taste of myself. Suddenly Daddy grabbed a chair and placed it at the end of the island and sat down. He opened my legs wider, holding them apart with his arms, and leaning forward, brought his mouth down onto my panty-clad pussy, sucking and licking me through the material. I lay back on the island, gasping and moaning, and my hands came up to grab my tits. After about a minute, Daddy drew back and grabbed my panties by the edges, telling me to lift my ass for him, which I hurriedly did. He dragged my panties down and completely off, and then pushed my legs wide again. Once again he leaned forward and this time he fastened his mouth to my naked and dripping wet snatch. I orgasmed on the spot, hard, for the second time. Daddy immediately started slurping up my juices, licking up and down my pussy lips, chasing the juices down to my asshole, then coming back up to thrust his tongue as deeply as he could up into my hole. He was a man possessed, tongue-fucking my pussy like there was no tomorrow, cleaning me out while making me cum and cream over and over again. I was shaking, panting, moaning, and gasping, and I was cumming like I had never cum before. When Daddy withdrew his tongue from my hole and suddenly sucked my swollen clit into his mouth, I screamed. When his teeth closed on it while he fucked me his two fingers again, I passed out. Or at least that's what Daddy told me later - all I remembered was feeling as if I were being electrocuted, although not exactly painfully... I remember a flash of light behind my eyes and every inch of skin on my body feeling as if it had been on fire, and then... nothing. When I finally came to, I was lying in bed, where Daddy had carried me. My pussy was still spasming like crazy, and waves of erotic vibrations were traveling from my cunt to the top of y head, the tips of my fingers and my toes, and I was weeping from the overwhelming intensity of my orgasms. Daddy was now lying between my spread legs, my clit was back in his mouth, but he was now only lapping at it softly, gently, helping me calm down. After a couple of minutes I felt like I was finally somewhat in control of myself. Daddy moved up the bed to lie between my legs while he took me in his arms and kissed me again. I snuggled safely against his chest and lay my face against his warm skin, feeling the thudding of his heart. I was thinking about how nice it would be to stay right there all afternoon when the phone rang. I reached lazily for the phone but Daddy's longer arm reached it first. He turned the phone to me so I could see the Caller ID tell me it was Victor calling. Daddy handed me the phone, and as I thumbed it to accept the call, Daddy moved slightly down and captured my left nipple in his mouth. "Hi, Victor, how are things going over there? How are you doing?" I asked into the phone, my eyes moving down to meet Daddy's steady gaze. "Hey honey, how are you and Junior doing?" my - husband? ex-husband? - asked me. "Things down here are going well, I'm a bit tired, but happy with the progress, and I'm thinking I'll be able to get back - " Victor broke off when I gasped loudly. Daddy had reached down and shoved two fingers up into my still sensitive and sticky cunt. "Are you OK? What happened?" Victor asked. "Sorry, sorry, I slipped on the rug in the hallway and thought I was going to fall," I replied. Daddy grinned. "What were you saying about coming home?" Daddy released my nipple and rolled me on top of him. His gaze was calm and steady as his hands worked on unbuckling his belt, opening his slacks, and pushing them, together with his boxers, down his hips, freeing his beautiful and hard cock. "Well, things down here are finally clicking into place and I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get back in about a week, 10 days at the longest. That shouldn't complicate things, right?" "Hopefully not," I replied. "We'll know more soon, though." Daddy reached down and grabbed me by the ass, pulling me up his body. I could feel his thick, hard cock as my stomach slid over it. His hands slid around my legs and he pulled them apart so that I was straddling him, my skirt bunched around my waist. "Yeah," Victor continued, "we definitely need to sit down with your father and start to work out the logistics for the move." Daddy moved me a little further up his body until his cock was positioned at my pussy, and he pushed his hips up while pulling mine down, sliding his thick tool all the way inside my dripping and burning cunt. I bit back my groan to avoid any more questions from Victor, but Daddy wasn't as quiet. "What was THAT?" he asked. "Oh, just the TV," I replied. "You know how steamy daytime TV can get." Victor chuckled. "Yeah, good point - and now I know why you were running and slipped on that rug!" he laughed. "And how is my son doing? Any teeth yet? Any news?" Daddy started rocking in and out, pushing me up so I was riding his cock, making it go as deeply as it could, and I had to be very careful to not give us away while my whole body was on fire! "No, no, no teeth yet, but he's definitely doing a job on my nipples lately." Daddy smiled wickedly, pulled me down again, and pulled one into his mouth. He sucked on it quietly for about 10 seconds, moved to the other, repeated, and released. As I sat back up and looked down at Daddy, he smiled lovingly back at me, grabbed me again by the hips, and started to help me move my pussy u p and down on his cock. I let Victor talk on about Cape Town, trying to make appropriate comments now and then, but unable to really focus on anything but the man who was now leading me to another amazing climax. Part of me realized that this was wrong, that letting Daddy fuck me - while I fucked him back! - while on the phone with my legal husband was disrespectful and inconsiderate. But somewhere in my brain I knew that this was another way in which I could prove to my Daddy my submission to him was complete, and that gift to him made it that much sexier to me! And I knew that Daddy knew that I was giving him this gift, and it made it hotter for him, too. Daddy quietly said, "I love you, my baby girl," then started to move me up and down, faster, harder, making me gasp again and even moan a little despite myself. I slapped my hand over my mouth in an effort to spare Victor the indignity of hearing his wife's reaction to the huge Daddy cock that was fucking her in his own bed. My pussy started to clench and spasm around Daddy's throbbing, pulsing hot prick, and I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. Daddy took the phone from me and held it in his hand for a few seconds, as if he WANTED Victor to hear - something. Then he disconnected the call and powered the phone off. Later, I would tell Victor that my battery died and I was too engrossed in my TV show to bother plugging it in, but right now? Right now all I cared about was Daddy - making him cum, cumming with him, feeling him fill me up with his seed, giving myself to him again, forever, now, always, just losing myself to the feeling of his cock inside of me. I started to bounce fast and hard on that huge prick, clenching and unclenching my pussy around it. The cock that had given the seed that had made me, now buried to the hilt IN me, soon to shoot more of that seed inside of me... Just thinking about it made me wetter, and the more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that Daddy and I were going to need to talk about this soon, because I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I wanted - no, needed! - to have Daddy's baby! For him to cum deep inside of me, to shoot his baby-batter deep in my cunt, right into my womb, to fertilize my egg and get me pregnant, and I would carry his child in me for nine months and then we would spend a lifetime loving our child with me... I needed to convince him! But now was not the time. For now I focused on the orgasm that was building and about to come crashing down on us both. Daddy sat up and turned so he could swing his feet to the floor, holding me steady, not letting his cock leave its home in my cunt. I locked my legs around Daddy's back and gasped as this position caused Daddy's pelvic bone to mash against my clit. Daddy slid me back and forth, forward and back, and I wrapped my arms around his neck again. "I'm gonna cum, Daddy! I can't hold it much longer, I'm gonna cum! Please hurry, cum in me, please Daddy, fill me with your hot cum, do it NOW, please!" I almost screamed. "Yes, baby girl, cum on Daddy's cock, cum for Daddy. Don't hold back, baby, Daddy's going to cum, baby, he's going to fill your sweet pussy up, flood it with his cum, baby!" I clenched my pussy harder, clasped my legs tighter, hugged his shoulders closer, ground my clit faster, and there it was! I felt it hit me like a tidal wave - I started to scream from the intensity of my orgasm, and Daddy covered my mouth with his. We both moaned loudly into each other's mouth, Daddy's ass and balls clenched up tight, and she shot ropes of hot cum into my womb as my pussy spasmed and gushed on his cock, orgasming over and over again. "Oh my God, baby girl - I love you so much," Daddy said against my neck. I collapsed against him, my tits smashed to his chest, my pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, refusing to let it slide out, his cock still hard and still oozing out the last of his cum. "I love you, too, Daddy, more than you could ever know. I will love you forever and will do everything in my power to make you happy for the rest of our life together. There is nothing I wouldn't give you, Daddy; everything that I am is yours. Anything and everything you want, Daddy, anything and everything." Daddy drew back a little and looked me in the eye. "Anything, baby girl?" he asked hopefully. Feeding Daddy My Milk David couldn't believe his luck, his baby girl Haley was finally coming home. Haley was 19 years old, dark long hair, blue eyes and curvy in all the right places. She had finally left her cheating boyfriend and called David to ask if she could move back in with her newborn son Spencer, just until she figured things out. David was so excited to have a full house again, ever since his wife left him 3 years ago, David had been so lonely. David met Haley at the local train station and put all their bags into the car. Haley was so happy to see her father and thanked him endlessly for taking them in. "Haley stop it, I'm just so happy to have you two so much closer, I missed you both!" David smiled over at his daughter, took her hand, and squeezed softly. The rest of the car ride home went fast; Spencer slept the whole way while David and Haley talked about everything and nothing. Finally, they arrived home and David carried their things inside. "Now I wanted you to feel right at home, so I turned the spare room into little Spencer's nursery I hope you don't mind." Haley hugged her dad tightly as he led them into the nursery. " Dad this is beautiful, this must of cost a fortune, thank you so much dad, for everything" she kissed her dad's cheek softly and hugged him tightly again. David breathed her in; he always loved the smell of his daughter she smelt like strawberries. He left Haley to settle Spencer into his new room and he gave her space so she could feed him. An hour had passed and Haley joined her father in the lounge room. "He's wiped out; the train trip tired him out," Haley said. She sat next to her father and snuggled up to him as he flicked through the channels to find something; finally he settled on a comedy movie and wrapped his arm around his daughter as she nestled into his side. After a few minutes David could feel a wetness on his side, he looked down and noticed Haley asleep. He looked to find the wetness and realized his daughter was leaking milk. He didn't know what to do, he didn't want to wake her and embarrass her, but he was also being turned on knowing his daughter was leaking on him. He ran a hand down slowly and ran his fingertip over the wetness, he held in the moan as he slowly brought his finger to his mouth and sucked softly, tasting his beautiful baby's milk. He wanted more, but he knew he shouldn't. He grazed his hand softly over her breast causing Haley to moan softly, he held his breath as she began to stir. She looked down and gasped in horror, "Daddy I'm so sorry you should have woken me, you're wet because of me!" She jumped up and ran to her room embarrassed. David's cock throbbed in his pants; he got up and went to his room, dropped his pants and pumped his cock hard. All he could think about was his baby's milk, to hold her and touch her, to even fuck her. Those thoughts brought him over the edge as he finally came moaning Haley's name. David showered and got into is boxers and headed out across the hall to Haley's room, he knocked and waited for her to let him in. Haley crossed the room and sat on her bed, David knew she was still embarrassed. "Look baby there's nothing to be embarrassed about, you leaked a little milk so what, you're a mum now, it happens don't be ashamed of it". Haley smiled up at her father and hugged him tight "I know daddy but it was so awkward knowing I leaked milk onto you, I thought you might have been mad". David shook his head, pulled her over to the bed and sat next to her. "Baby to be honest I'm the one who should be embarrassed, you leaking on me, well, it really turned me on..." Haley looked over to her father curiously, she didn't know if he was being honest or trying to make her feel better. "Why would it turn you on dad?" David felt like a deer caught in headlights, it was now or never. "Well if we are being honest, it has always turned me on, the idea of a women being able to bring life into the world, then to feed the baby etc., your mother never let me try her milk when she had you, it has just always been a real turn on to me.." Haley smiled at her father; she couldn't believe what he was saying. Through her pregnancy, she always had weird erotic dreams that always involved her father, especially him feeding from her breasts. Haley decided if he was, being honest with her, it was only fair she be honest with him. "Dad that's kind of hot, I mean really hot, mum wouldn't let you try just a little?" David shook his head. "Not even a drop? But that's ok it was her choice, but it's still something I think of often when I...you know". Haley stood up in front of her father and pulled her tank off. She walked closer to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and said, "Try my milk daddy?" David moaned when she called him daddy. He pulled her closer so she was straddling his knee; he looked up to her one last time for approval. Haley nodded and within moments, his mouth was around her nipple sucking softly. Haley moaned and ran her fingers threw her father's hair pulling his face closer to her breasts, this encouraged him and he began to suck harder, drinking down every drop his baby gave him. His cock was rock hard, straining against his boxer briefs begging to be freed; his baby girl was a moaning mess above him, grinding against his thigh. He decided to see how far she would let him go, he slowly ran a hand up her thigh towards her pussy, causing Haley to moan and pant louder above him. "Oh daddy, I can't believe your feeding on my tits, I'm so wet for you, please don't stop daddy!" she panted out. David couldn't take any more, he stood causing Haley to wrap her legs around him, he carried her to the side of the bed and laid her down without breaking contact. He smiled up at his baby girl and switched to the other nipple. He slid her shorts and panties down and moaned as he felt her bare wet pussy. He sucked harder than before as Haley used her feet to slide his boxers down. David slid up and kissed his baby girl; the kiss was soft to begin with but grew hungry with need. They were both moaning and panting as David grinded against his baby girl's wet pussy. "Daddy please! I need to feel you, please don't stop!" Haley panted out as she nipped and sucked her father's shoulder causing him to growl and slam into her waiting pussy. "Daddy, fuck you are so big!" she gasped out between thrusts. David bent his head and began to feed while he fucked his baby girl hard and deep. "So fucking tight baby, daddy's not going to last long!" He grunted out between thrusts, Haley wrapped her legs tight around his hips and held on as he sucked and fucked her. "Cum daddy, fill my pussy!" She gasped out causing Dave to moan louder, the idea of filling his baby up made him harder, he thrust faster and harder and sucked her milk down greedily. "Here it comes baby! Fuck . . . baby!" he growled out as he filled his baby girl with his cum, causing Haley to cum hard "DADDY...FUCK!". After a few moments, David slowly slid out of his baby girl, covering her with kisses anywhere he could reach. "Baby that was better than I ever dreamed it would be." He breathed out as Haley snuggled up to her father. "Thank you daddy, I feel so good now and I have no more pain, I love you so much daddy!" She leaned up and kissed him softly. "Baby this might sound wrong and selfish, I want you and Spencer to stay here with me, I love you baby and I want to care for you both, and I want you to be mine." Haley smiled up at her father and nodded frantically "Yes daddy as long as I get to have you every night!" "Don't worry baby, I have big plans for us!" David smiled and kissed her deeply.