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Meeting Daddy

By: Daddyz Girl



This is a story of what I *wish* could happen. 

I belong to an on-line community where my persona, Astra, is an orphaned princess, stranded on Earth after her homeworld was destroyed by an aggressive race. A wonderful woman named Annabel adopted her and later got married; that is where my adventure begins.

It was late fall when Zander, my on-line father, Annabel and I planned to meet in person one weekend. At the last minute Annabel called to say that something came up at work and she would not be able to make it but that Z and I should continue with our plans. 

When the day finally arrived to meet, I got up early for school (I'm a history major at a local university) and spent a little extra time getting ready. I straightened my hair and put my make-up on to perfection. I wore my black velvet dress and black suede knee-high boots. 

Z and I met later that day at a local diner close to my home. I couldn't believe it when he walked in. I had seen his picture; but believe me when I say it did NOT do him justice. He just looked downright sexy in his black t-shirt and skin-tight black jeans with his black hair lightly dusted with silver. 

I don't remember what I ate or what we talked about; all I remember is looking into those beautiful green eyes and feeling weak when he flashed his devastatingly sexy smile. After we had been talking for about a couple of hours, he suggested we go somewhere else. I told him that it sounded like a plan. 

As we were walking out to his car he asked if there was someplace nearby to get a drink. I suggested we get some beer and go to my apartment. When he heard this he grinned at me. 

On the way to my apartment, he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. I couldn't believe how lucky I was…he was as interested in me as I was in him!!! 

I was suddenly very glad my roommate had decided to go home for the weekend so that I could get to know this very sexy man before he had to go home. After I closed the door, he turned to me and said, "Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?" Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, passionately. I grew week in the knees and put my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair as I kissed him back with equal passion.

I felt his hands running up and down my back before he started caressing my ass. He pulled me closer, forcing my groin into his. When I felt his hard-on, I knew for sure that it was my lucky day. 

I started to grind into him, slowly, to let him know I was interested. Suddenly I felt my dress being lifted and his hands were on my panty-clad ass, caressing slowly in circles, causing my pussy to become very wet with anticipation. He then pushed my panties down far enough to caress my bar ass, making me groan into his mouth, which had not left mine this whole time. 

Before I knew what was happening, he had completely undressed me and was staring at me. He sat down on the sofa and called me over then told me to have a seat. When I started to sit down beside him, he motioned for me to sit in his lap. 

I sat down in his lap and he began to nibble and suck on my nipples as he caressed my thighs, nudging the open so that he could caress my pussy. He dipped his finger into my hot wet cumt and brought it to my lips. I instinctively sucked it into my mouth, tasting my desire for him. 

He picked me up and sat me on the sofa as he stood up and removed his clothes. When I saw his cock for the first time, I swooned at the thought of tasting it. I absent-mindedly licked my lips and he said, "So, you want to suck this do you?" as he stroked it in front of me. I nodded my head, and he walked over to me and stood with that beautiful cock pointed right at my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked the drop 0f pre-cum off the tip. "MMMMMMMM, that tastes fantastic." I began to lick up and down his 9" member. I opened my mouth and took the head in and began to lick around it as I sucked gently. He reached down and put his hands in my hair, grabbing a double handful. He then held my head still as he shoved his dick into my mouth. I was able to take about 5" before I began to gag. He pulled back slightly and I began to swirl my tongue around the shaft as I continued to suck gently. I looked up into his eyes, which were glazed with lust. I started to move up and down on his cock, causing him to moan with pleasure, "Oh God, baby girl, that feels sooooo good. Suck Daddy's cock."

He pushed me down to where I was lying on the couch, and then he climbed over me to put his face in my pussy. When I felt his tongue licking up and down my slit, I started to moan around his cock. He must of really enjoyed that because his cock got bigger and harder in my mouth. He began to fuck his cock in and out of my mouth and at the same time he started to suck on my clit, sending me over the edge into the most intense orgasm I had ever had, causing a chain reaction in his cock, which shot its load down my throat. I swear there must have been a gallon of the deliciously salty stuff. 

After we had caught our breath a few minutes later, I led him upstairs to my bedroom. When we got there, he asked if he could have a drink before we continued. I went back downstairs and returned with two beers, drinking mine. When I walked in, he was sitting in my bed, propped up against the headboard. He took his beer and told me to straddle his cock.

I sat my can down, put one leg on either side of him and lowered myself onto his cock as he sat there drinking his beer. It felt so good to have that wonderful cock in my pussy. He instructed me to sit there while he finished his beer.

I started to run my hands up and down his chest, enjoying the feel of him under my fingertips. I lowered my head and started to lick and suck on his nipples. He reached out with one hand and started to stroke my head as he drained his can. "OK, baby girl, move up and down on Daddy's cock. Make Daddy feel good." 

I slid my hands up to place them behind his neck, kissed him deeply and began to move up and down, fucking my pussy with his cock. Oh God, it felt so wonderful. His hands were moving up and down my back and with each down stroke he came closer to my ass. When he reached my ass, he began to pull up and down on me, making me go faster and slam down harder on his dick. The next thing I knew…SMACK…he had slapped me real hard on my ass. I couldn't believe how much wetter and hotter it made me. I moaned with pleasure. "Did Daddy's baby girl like that?" "Oh, God, yes, Daddy. Baby girl likes it when Daddy gets rough." With that…SMACK…he brought his hand down HARD on the other cheek. "Oh, yes, Daddy. Baby girl likes, very much, when you do that." 

I felt his hands start to stroke my ass. He reached down and started to finger my cunt getting my juices all over it. He started to spread it in the crack of my ass, pushing his finger into my asshole. Soon I was writhing in so much pleasure that I didn't realize that he had pulled me off his cock until I felt the head push into my ass. It hurt but it felt sooooo good. He looked into my eyes as he plunged me down on his cock, burying himself balls deep in my ass. I screamed out in pain. This must have turned him on more because he started to push and pull me up and down on his cock. As he fucked my ass…SMACK…he slapped me even harder on my ass.

He managed to get us turned around so that I was on my knees with my ass up in the air without pulling out of me. He grabbed a double fistful of my hair and began to pump into me with such force that I thought he was going to rip me in two. "Daddy's baby girl likes it rough, does she?" Oh, God, yes Daddy. Fuck my ass harder. Daddy's baby girl loves it when Daddy is rough and hard."

He pounded his cock into me a few more strokes then let go of my hair with one hand so he could finger my clit. It wasn't long before we both started to breath more rapidly. He removed his other hand from my hair and…SMACK…slapped my ass, HARD again. He began to alternate slapping my ass cheeks harder and harder. After just a few more strokes, another intense orgasm wracked my body and I heard Daddy begin to grunt and moan. I knew he was close so I began to push back against him. I wanted us to cum together. As my orgasm reached its peak, I felt the first stream of cum shoot into my ass. He pulled out and shot the rest all over my ass and back. It felt so good being abused like that. I knew my ass would hurt for a few days afterward but I didn't care.

We collapsed on the bed in exhaustion and rested for about a half hour before he suggested we take a shower and go get something to eat. When I got into the shower and began to wash my hair, I felt Daddy get in with me. He pulled me into his arms and took my hands out of my hair. "Let me do that for you, baby girl." It felt so wonderful; I never knew having someone wash your hair could be so sensual. Before I knew it he said, "OK, baby girl, you can rinse now." After I rinsed my hair he offered to wash my body. Oh God, that was the most erotic experience I had ever had.

While he was washing, I got ready to go. I went down to the living room and got our clothes and brought his up to the bathroom. When I started to get dressed, I couldn't find my panties, which gave me an idea. I decided not to wear any. 

Daddy had decided to go to Steak and Ale and we don't have one in our small town, so a half hour later, we were on our way into the city, thirty minutes away. Again, he put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. He began to caress my legs and to lift the hem of my dress. I smiled to myself waiting for him to find his little surprise. When his fingers brushed my bare pussy, he pulled the car over and turned to me. "You little slut. That was very naughty of you to leave the house with no panties on. Daddy is gonna have to punish you when we get back to your apartment." All I could say was, "I'm sorry, Daddy." I started to get wet just thinking about it.

He pulled my dress up and made me rise up so he could bare my pussy and ass to his sight. He told me to spread my legs wide so that he could view my body on the way to the restaurant.

When he had pulled back out onto the road, he started to finger my pussy. He brought his fingers to my mouth and told me to suck the clean. I greedily took them into my mouth and started to suck on them like they were candy, because to me, they tasted like it. 

He reached down and undid his pants and told me to bend over and suck his cock. I reached over and removed it from his boxers and bent down and started to lick and suck on his beautiful dick. It tastes so good; I don't believe I'll ever get enough of it. That's when it happened…SMACK…he brought his hand down on my ass, hard. I moaned around his cock, causing it to start to twitch. SMACK…his hand came down on my ass again. I moaned around his cock again, causing him to start to shoot his load into my throat. I swallowed the whole load, not missing a drop. "That's Daddy's good baby girl. Swallow it all." When I rose up I noticed we had pulled over again. "Good," I thought. "That orgasm could have caused a wreck." He readjusted my dress. "Let's go get something to eat, shall we, baby girl?" "Yes, Daddy."

During dinner, he kept running his hands up and down my thighs, grazing his fingers across my pussy, arousing me even more. I returned the teasing by caressing his cock through his pants, feeling it grow. He looked at me with eyes that were smoldering with desire as he plunged his fingers into my hungry cunt. It was all I could do not to cry out as an incredible orgasm wracked my body. 

After dinner, he drove me back to the diner to get my car while I took his cock out of his jeans and sucked and licked it until I was rewarded with his delicious cum, which I swallowed, loving the taste and thinking that I could never get enough.

When we pulled up at the diner, I noticed him smiling like he had a great secret. As I got out of his car, I figured he had forgotten about the punishment he owed me. This morning, when I checked my e-mail there was a message from Daddy. It appears as if he didn't forget after all and is coming back next weekend to punish me for going out in public without panties.

It's strange calling a man who is not even five years older than I "Daddy", but at the same time it really turns us both on. I can't wait until next weekend; I wonder what I can do to make him punish me more.

I welcome any comments or suggestions for the continuance of this story.

To be continued?

Meeting Daddy



Lois hadn't seen her father since she was 3. Now, 15 years later, she decided to make contact. After weeks of trying, he finally picked up the phone. They arranged lunch at a small Italian restaurant for the following week. 



Mark sat at the table, eyeing the door as numerous customers walked in. He caught the eye of a brunette as she walked in. Her dress was low cut and revealed a teasing amount of her firm breasts. The hem of the dress rested mid-thigh, revealing the rest of her slim, tanned legs. He caught himself staring and looked away. He looked up to find the girl sat in front of him. 

"Hello dad" she smiled. 

"Oh, wow, hi" he stammered back. "Fuck," he thought, "I've just been checking out my own daughter." Nevertheless, his cock was twitching beneath the cover of the table. 

The afternoon went smoothly, and the two got talking. He found out that his daughter was starting University in the September to study Law. He felt a large sense of pride in his little girl, but it wasn't the only thing growing larger. Her tits were right there in front of him, and he couldn't help but steal several glances. He tried to stop himself, but the temptation was too strong for him to resist. 

Lois sat comfortably with her dad, although she couldn't help but feel a little too revealed. The dress she had chosen to wear was cut quite low, and her breasts, although not that large, were on show. She wasn't sure if she was being paranoid, but she thought she saw her own father take a look. She shook the idea out of her mind and continued the conversation. 

After the lunch, Mark suggested they head back to his. He had plenty of photo albums of Lois from when she was a baby and she didn't have many at home. They got in his white BMW and drove to the outskirts of the city, stopping outside a large house. Lois admired it for a minute before she followed Mark inside. He offered her a glass of wine and she readily accepted, feeling the nerves return. 

They spent the afternoon talking and leafing through the albums. Mark positioned himself so his now raging hard on was kept from his daughter's view. She looked up at him, her long lashes fluttering as she smiled. 

"I'm glad we did this," he said "I really am sorry about leaving all those years ago."

Lois felt an overwhelming urge to give this man, her father, a loving embrace. He had been absent for most of her life but she had finally found her dad, and she felt for the first time in her life complete. She climbed over and, although shocked at first, he held her in his arms. 

Mark felt his cock twitch once again. His daughter was in his arms and he couldn't stop himself. He stroked her hair and gave her a loving peck on her head. Her perfect tits were against his chest and he felt like he was in heaven. Lois let out a comfortable sigh, and he knew from that point on he couldn't stop himself. 

His hand caressed the back of her soft neck and he felt his fingers start to wonder. They first stroked down the top of her spine, reaching the back of the dress. He brought his hand to the front, and traced her collarbones. Mark found his way to her perfect chest. She flinched as he made contact with her smooth breast, but did not move. 

Lois was new to the sensation flowing through her body, making every nerve alert and giving her a sense of bliss. No man had ever made her feel this strongly with so little before. 

A soft moan escaped her lips, and with that Mark could take it no longer. He lurched off the sofa, leaving Lois confused for a second. Grabbing the hem of her dress, he pulled it down and off in one swift movement, revealing her bare breasts and small black thong in the process. He momentarily stared at her body, licking his lips, before pouncing onto her and kissing her with a newly ignited passion he had never before experienced.

The kiss was powerful. He pierced his tongue through a her lips and explored the depths of her mouth. She willingly allowed him to, whilst exploring his body with her hands. She stroked his muscular body, willing him to give her more. He grabbed her perfect tits, and moved his mouth down to the erect nipple. His tongue darted around it, teasing, before he covered it with his mouth and sucked fiercely. He was rewarded with satisfied moans from his daughter. 

His right hand darted to her thong, slipping under it with ease. He was greeted by her smooth, shaven pussy. With gentle exploration, he find her to be dripping wet. He found her clit and rubbed it. The next thing her heard made him hungry for more. 

"Oh yes daddy, fuck. Right there. Don't stop."

He couldn't help himself. The thong ripped as he pulled it with a force he didn't know he contained. Within a second his face was between her legs, exploring the most intimate parts of his own daughter. Her taste was indescribable, like nothing he had ever known. His skillful mouth licked and sucked her wet pussy while she moaned above him. He knew she was getting close to a powerful orgasm, and his teasing became worse for his little girl. On the brink of her orgasm, he stopped. Lois' face registered with shock and disappointment in that brief second. Before she knew it, he had thrust deep inside her. The sensation was overwhelming for Mark. Her pussy readily accepted his manhood, but he couldn't believe how tight she was. Lois almost screamed with a sense of pleasure she could never have imagined. She had a wild, hungry look in her dark eyes, which almost sent Mark over the edge. He closed his eyes, regained his composure, then looked at her with a passionate gaze. With a determination Lois had never before seen. He smirked as he pumped into her tight pussy. 

Within minutes her orgasm exploded inside her. The scream that accompanied it brought Mark to his own explosive release. He filled his daughter with his cum, and they both lay trembling in each others' arms. 

Lois looked into her father's eyes. This was the first time she had ever felt this way, but it certainly wasn't going to be the last...



Meeting Daddy



It was the summer of my 21st birthday and my mother was finally allowing me to go to L.A. And I was so fucking excited. Not just because I was going to L.A. but because I was finally going to meet the guy I'd been chatting with for over 5 years, Johnny. We had chatted on a chat room every day, it had been so fun. We had roll played so many fantasies it was incredible plus he'd told me about his friends. But what I was really excited about was his cock.

17 inches!! And yes I know, that is almost impossible and highly improbable, but for my birthdays since my 18th he has video chatted with me, and I've seen it in all its glory. Jeez I was getting wet just thinking of it. He was picking me up at the airport today and as I walked out of the terminal in my short skirt, which he had asked me to wear, and my slightly see through shirt, I couldn't help the way my heart was racing. 

Finally I was gonna meet my daddy. Damn it my thong was getting soaked. As i walked by another man I felt him stare at my long legs and round ass. But I knew it was also my skin tone that had the drool pooling in his mouth. My milk chocolate complexion commanded a lot more attention than I expected here. I wasn't used to the attention since I was from the caribbean and there are so many black people that I wasn't really considered special.

But the black man I was going to meet, he was. I neared the waiting area and fixed my clothes again, wanting to look as good as possible... even though I knew I looked damn good. I had always been a daddy's girl I suppose, always wanting to impress and please him. I entered the area where passengers greeted and said good bye to their loved ones, but I was searching for one handsome black man among the sea of moving bodies. 

"Amy?" A deep voice said from behind me and I could not hold back the shiver that ran down my spine as I heard him. 

I turned to face him, looking up at the man who made my pussy drip with need and whispered "hey daddy," 

He looked at me for a while as if drinking in my appearance. He stared for so long I thought he didn't like my outfit and just as I started shifting from foot to foot self consciously he grabbed my face and pulled me up to kiss him. It was so quick I stiffened for a second, then I wrapped my arms around his neck as I had imagined so many times and kissed him back. At first it was hesitant as both of us were trying to feel the other out, then he took charge deepening the kiss and sticking his tongue down my throat and I had to hold back the throaty moan of pure pleasure before I drew attention towards us. This man was going to control my body for my stay and he was starting right now.

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In the car a half hour after our meeting my pussy was soaked and my lips still burned from his kiss. I wasn't sure I'd make it through my two month stay with him, my heart and body might give out from the exertion. I just hoped my pussy was ready for him. 

Since we had started planning this trip a year and a half ago I had been training my cunt to be able to handle him. we had become residents at our local sex store, and had bought every dildo, virbrator and butt plug increasing in length and girth to as close as I could get to his cock's size.

And now i was ready to test how much my throat could handle. I reached over as he drove from LAX and rubbed his right thigh, he glanced down at my hand and smiled. I felt his cock twitch through his jeans and my juices gushed out of my pussy. I undid his jeans but right when I was about to see it for the first time he pushed my hand away. I pouted up at him but he just said, "when we get home,"

So I just put my legs on the dashboard and watched L.A. blur past.

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At some point during the drive I'd apparently fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew we were in front of a three story house and Johnny was shaking my shoulder. He got out of the car and retrieved my bag and headed inside, I was close behind him. As we get inside I do a quick sweep of the house. Simple, modern, regular. But pretty soon every room would have cum dripping inside of it. 

"Amy," He called me out of my thoughts. I turned to my daddy and walked up to him; he pulled me into his arms and kissed me harder than in the airport. This kiss was filled with need, lust, power and desire. I moaned and held his head to keep him in place. I bit his bottom lip and sucked it.

Then he started taking off my clothes, first my blouse while I pulled off his shirt, then he took off my skirt. I looked at his face while my fingers undid his belt and button; I bit my lip as i pulled down his zipper, and I groaned as I felt his cock for the first time.

For a while I just stood there holding his cock and trying to stop the drool from leaving my mouth. Slowly I got to my knees and free the beast this man had hid from me... And I licked it, slowly at first, then gaining confidence I sucked the head and then I started bobbing my head. And with every stroke I got further, taking him deeper into my throat. I pushed the barrier and got him into my throat, then as if he couldn't take anymore he held my head and pushed his cock all the way into my throat and stayed there a while. I reached up and played with his balls and he moaned and started to fuck my throat. He didn't ease into it, he just started and for at least five minutes he pleasured himself with my mouth before pulling out and pulling me to my feet. 

Then he kissed me again and I could do nothing but enjoy the sensations flooding my body. He lifted me into his arms and started to to walk up the stair. I kissed his neck and chest as he walked, when we reached in his room he threw me onto his bed and spread my legs. He kissed my clit and then licked it slowly. He licked it over and over slowly but hard, then he licked faster and sucked my clit into his hot mouth and I almost came right there. My daddy then stuck two of his big fingers into my pussy and moved them, he groaned at how hot and tight I was. All this time his other hand held down my hips since I was writhing beneath him. I had been moaning like a whore all the time but when he stuck his tongue into my cunt I held onto his head pulling him deeper and screamed, "Shit yes daddy tongue fuck your slut!!" And he did just that, going harder and faster and deeper with his tongue, wiggling it around and plunging it into my pussy. It didn't take two minutes of this for me to dig my nails into his shoulders and sit straight up before my body started to spasm with my orgasm and it was a huge one. It rolled through me again and again and I screamed his name and begged him not to stop. He didn't, he just held his tongue in my spasming pussy and drank my juices.

I finally collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily. Johnny leaned over me and started to kiss me. His mouth and chin were soaked but I enjoyed my taste. Daddy spread my legs and looked at me, "Are you ready?" he asked me. I bit my lip and nodded. He then started to push his cock into my tight little cunt. Slowly inch by inch he pushed it in, and I just lied there trying not to tense myself and make it painful, because right now it was the best feeling in the world. Daddy had already reached half way and I was moaning like crazy.

His jaw clenched as he pushed slowly into me. My small body trembled under him and when he reached my 14 inch limit he looked at me and slowly started sliding himself in and out of my tight pussy, groaning at the feel of it. He did this for about ten minutes before I wrapped my long slender legs around his narrow hips and tried to urge him on to fuck me like he always said he would. Johnny looked down at me, "Amy do you think you're ready baby?" I just bit my lip and nodded. He smiled at me and gave me a hard thrust that made my eyes widen and my mouth form an 'O'. From there the fucking really started.

My daddy shoved my legs higher with his arms and spread them wider and he kept giving me hard sure thrusts that made my 34 B cup tits jump and my teeth clatter. Then he increased his pace and pretty soon was pounding me. He was going crazy, his hips pistoning into my tight young pussy, his arms straight, muscles tense as he went deeper. All I could do was dig my nails into his back, arms... anywhere I could reach really, and moan for more. "Shit daddy yes!! Fuck me harder, fuck your slut's pussy!!" I screamed and he pulled out and put me into doggie style, my favourite position, and slid right back into me. 

"Shit baby your pussy is so tight," he groaned as he drove his snake into me harder and faster. All I could do is moan in response as he destroyed my pussy and I couldn't be happier.

"Shit I'm close daddy," I moaned.

His response: Smack my ass hard, which made me moan, and say, "that's right my little slut, cum all over your daddy's massive cock." And that was all it took, I screamed as I started to cum, and the most amazing thing happened, I started to squirt to. I'd never been much of a squirter, once or twice sure, but never the first time with a new man. But then he had said he would make me so I guess he was true to his word.

Daddy just laughed when it started and smacked my ass harder, "That's it baby squirt for daddy," I did, I squirted for about three minutes before I finally calmed down. I was going to collapse onto his bed but he held me up by my hip and shoulder and he kept driving his cock into me even harder and faster, now focussed only on getting himself off. 

With each thrust there was an "ah" escaping my throat, and after five minutes of this hard fucking he groaned loudly. "Shit Amy daddy is going to cum in your tight pussy."

I moaned, "Yes daddy cum in my pussy, fill up your slut." Not that he really cared what I said right now, he went inside me and stayed there, and I felt his cock expand with his first stream. I felt each spurt of his seed and it went on for close to five minutes. I moaned with each stream as he filled me up. And only when he was finished did he let me fall onto the bed. I felt him get behind me and pull me closer, but I was already half asleep and didn't give a fuck what he did right now. He held onto my left tit and I glanced at the clock to see that it was only 6:30 before drifting into a deep dark sleep, and by far the best one I'd ever had.



Meeting Daddy



 These are two consenting adults who are not related. Enjoy!

*****

I take a deep breath and walk towards you. I cannot believe this is happening. It's really you. I throw my arms around you. And you pull back to kiss me. Your kisses are amazing and I grip onto you to stay upright. 

"Let's go to our hotel," you say. We decide to drive separately and not leave our cars at the park in smalltown no where between both our home states. 

When we get to the hotel you hold my hand as we walk in. We check in and head up to our room. 

Now it is so real. You say "girl, I want you to have a seat," and point at an armchair next to the bed. 

As I sit staring you open your bag and lay out some things on a desk. A whip, rope, a ruler, a buttplug, and lube. Now you stare back at me. "Where are your vibrator, blindfold and hairbrush I told you to bring" you demand. 

I start to get up. 

"No. Sit back down. I said where are they."

I blush. "In the front pocket of my bag," I whisper. 

"Good girl," you say and retrieve the items, adding them to your spread of toys. 

"Now lay back on the bed," you tell me. 

I scramble onto it. Then you cover my eyes with the blindfold. I hear you move away. Soon scissors I didn't notice you had are cutting away all my clothes. "Faster this way," you murmer. Then rope is tied around my ankles and wrists. 

"Tell me your safewords," you say. 

"Red for stop and yellow for slow down." I say.

Suddenly I feel you touching my breasts, then spanking them. You move away for a second and suddenly what I assume is the ruler is making a thwap sound on my breasts. I scream as you wack them over and over. It stings and hurts. You change instruments and it's the whip now. Smacking my breasts. I cry out and soon I am sobbing. You stop. All is still for a moment. 

Then your fingers are in me. Getting me close. I'm moaning. My pussy is tightening. I know not to cum but oh how I need to. Just as I think I can't hold it you command "cum." And do I ever. I cum fast and hard, gripping your fingers.

Then smack, smack, smack. You're spanking my pussy with your hand. I scream. I say no. But I do not release the word red. In all reallity I want more. More pain. More pleasure. 

After a few more slaps to my pussy you climb on top of me. You are naked. I wonder when that happened. You kiss me. I wish you would untie me and remove my blindfold, but instead you finger me and stroke my clit. Then all at once a lubed up buttplug is in my ass. I cry into your lips, which are kissing mine. 

Then your cock enters my pussy and I am moaning. Our skin touching in the most intimate way. "I love you," I whisper as you fuck me. 

"Oh I love you too my darling girl." you say back, then add "cum as you please." And I do, over and over. I am so full with you and the plug. It is almost too much. Soon I feel your wet sticky cum inside me as you thrust and moan. 

You lay there for a bit. On top of me. Your soft dick resting in me. We kiss a bit. Then you climb off. 

You're back soon and you stuff my vibrator dildo in my pussy and turn it to full blast. 

"Cum as much as you like. I'm gonna order us some takeout chinese. You want vegitarian right?" 

Through moans I confirm this. 

You laugh and place the order, telling the man not to mind your whore in the background. 

I lay there for an eternity while you type something on your computer. 

There's a knock at the door suddenly. I try to stop my moaning as you answer but I can't. 

I hear you thank the man, get our food and shut the door. 

You losen my hand and ankle restraints and prop me up. Soon your feeding me veggie lomain, taking every other bite yourself. I eat the food from your fork as I continue to orgasm. When we finish eating you turn off the vibration but leave the toy in me. You gently put a water bottle to my lips and tell me to drink. I do. You ask if I've had enough and I say no. When my thirst is quenched you turn the vibration back on. I moan and wither as you lay me back down

The vibe and buttplug still have me feeling so good. I cum and cum as you do goodness knows what. Soon you remove everything but my blindfold and take me to the bathroom. You put me on the floor on all fours. 

Before I know it, a tube is up my ass and I am being filled with water. I cry out as it gets to full. You keep it going until my tummy is so huge and I feel I might pop. You put the butt plug back in me and lay me down and say you'll be back in five to allow me to relieve myself.

The pressure is intense. No one has done this to me before. I'm angry and aroused all at the same time. The five minutes takes an hour. You sit me on the toliet and tell me to pop out the plug. After instructions you allow me to relieve myself alone. 

When I'm done I feel odd, as I flush. You come back and take the buttplug, washing it. Then lead me to the sink and tell me to wash my hands. 

We go back out to the bedroom where you lay me face down. You put a pillow under my cheek and stroke my hair. "Good girl." you say as you lube a finger and stick it in me.

Then you put your dick in me. I cry out as you begin to fuck my ass fully. It hurts and I feel vulnerable and exposed. I begin to cry as you pound and pound my ass. Soon you cum inside my ass and it fills me. I cum as well. 

You unblinfold me and curl me against your chest on the bed. "Am I as good as you imagined baby?"

"Yes daddy," I reply as I drift to sleep, feeling warm and safe.



Meeting Daddy



She woke up that morning, tussled strawberry blonde hair and her Little Mermaid night gown slipped up over her bum exposing the lilac diaper decorated with bows and teddy bears. Her bum was a little sore, she assumed she had slept funny and was fixing to head right back to find her dreams. With her eyes still closed she felt around with her hand for her paci, the one with the butterflies that she loved so much. As she patted around the cool sheets her fingers found the heat of another person. She batted open her deep blue eyes and remembered that she stayed the night with her Daddy. In the moment a rush of memories came flooding in, what a wonderful night that was...

Daddy showed up in his truck, oh how kitty loved trucks. She climbed up into the passenger seat and it wasn't long before she had wiggled her way right beside him. She looked up at his beard, it was kind of red in the sunlight and he looked back with his blue eyes that seemed to hypnotize her. Her Daddy slid is hand onto her inner thigh, sending warmth to places only he had control of. He gently squeezed her thigh as she looked down to notice his pants were more filled in than they were before.

She'd seen pictures and videos of his thick uncut cock. She loved the way it looked and often spent time playing with her princess parts to the thought of her Daddy pleasuring her.

As she thought about how long she had been waiting for this moment, she felt his hand behind her head slowly urging her to her reoccurring fantasy. She brought her legs onto the seat and flipped over to sit on all fours. She pawed at her Daddy's old blue jeans and fumbled around with excitement trying to finally expose him. His cock grew and welcomed the space, before she knew, he was completely aroused standing tall before her lips. She grinned and looked up to him as she slowly took the tip into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of his precum, better than she'd ever imagined.

Her Daddy whispered "Good girl, baby. Good girl." As he let out a soft moan. He slid his hand down the back of her pants, finding her moisture and sliding in his middlefinger. The response caused her to take him farther than she had intended. She released, catching her breath and preparing to try again.

"You can do it baby girl", Daddy said.

At the sound of his words, she slid her lips over the tip, opened her throat and forced herself onto him. Daddy moaned in approval and forced himself upward as deep as he could go. At this same time, Daddy slid a finger deep into her ass. She let out a moan, muffled by his cock in her mouth. She loved when things went there, Daddy always had her play with her plug to prepare for this day when Daddy would take her there for the first time.

She felt the truck come to a stop and sat up to see that they had arrived at his down. The familiar face of his dog, Reggie, came to greet her. He was so much bigger in person! Daddy took her hand and led her into the house where he helped her take off her jacket and shoes. After he had settled, he picked her up onto his hip and walked upstairs, rubbing her bum as they walked.

"You're so sexy, kitten. Daddy can't wait to claim you as my girl"

They'd talked about it before, how Daddy would claim every hole. She'd never been happier than imagining herself filled with his cum.

He walked into the bedroom and slowly lowered her onto the bed, giving her a quick kiss and slowly removing her pants to reveal her panties.

"Oh baby, you wore my favorite!" He beamed. She did indeed. She knew how much he loved her in panties, especially the pink lacy ones that framed her ass so nicely. She noticed that his pants were gone too, and his underwear was bulging just like she'd seen in pictures a hundred times before.

Daddy's thumbs traced her clit under the cool lace of her panties. Before she knew it, he had flipped her over onto her stomach. He was stronger than she'd imagined. She felt her panties move to the side and her Daddy leaned down to whisper "I'm going to slide into your bum now baby, you're such a good girl"

Kitten moaned as his head slid inside of her, she had played with her plug Daddy was bigger than that, and he felt so much better.

Daddy began to slowly pump into her, sliding his hands on top of hers, moving them above her head. Kitten let out whimpers of pleasure as she heard her Daddy's breathing intensify. She clenched her ass and felt Daddy shake as it made a wave of ecstasy flow through him. She could hear her wetness against him as he sped up more, pumping rhythmically now. She loved how deep he went and she arched her back, opening herself and pushing upwards to allow him to get as deep as he possibly could.

"Daddy I love when you fuck my ass, I love being your good little girl" Kitten whispered and moaned as she squeezed his hands and pushed her ass upward.

"Oh fuck, baby. Daddy's gonna cum in your ass. You're all mine. Daddy's gonna make you all mi-"

Daddy let out a groan as he pumped hot cum deep into her ass. Kitten was overwhelmed by the sensation and was sent into an orgasm of her own, quivering on his cock as the last bit of cum pumped into her. He stood there frozen, relishing in the pleasure, breathing heavily and watching his kitten's smile grow on her face.

"Holy shit, Daddy!" She said.

"Watch your mouth little girl, Daddy doesn't want to have to spank you. Or does he?" Seconds after with his cock still inside of her, the sting of his hand landed on her cheek, leaving a red mark that she wished would last forever.

He laughed and slowly pulled out of her, spreading her red cheeks and watching her ass tighten, holding his cum soundly inside. Kitten let out a whimper as he grabbed her lilac diaper and put her in it.

"Sleep with Daddy's cum tonight, baby." As he crawled in beside her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

"Yes Daddy, I'd love to" she whispered back and pulled herself closer to him as they shared his bed. She drifted off to sleep shortly after in the arms of her Daddy, happier and more full than she'd ever been before.



Meeting Daddy Ch. 02



Lois awoke in her father's arms, and got up off the sofa to take a shower. Seconds after her shower started the doorbell rang. She heard her father get up and answer it. She heard a male voice but the words were distorted by the running water. 

Mark had opened the door to a familiar face.

"Hey dad," his son greeted him, "I've got the day off work, I though we could do something."

Caspar, his son, then heard the running water. 

"Got a lady here?" He joked. 

His father chuckled and nodded his head. 

"I'll go get her shall I?" Mark hurried off to the bathroom. He opened the door to find Lois fresh out of the shower. 

"Baby, I've got a...friend here. Just don't mention...you know..." He trailed off. 

Lois nodded her head to reassure her father. 

"Don't worry, give me 10 minutes and I'll be ready."

Caspar put some coffee on and made himself at home on the sofa. He heard footsteps and looked up to find an attractive woman standing in the doorway. Her damp hair fell across her breasts which were barely covered by her low cut dress. She had obviously not expected to stay the night or she would have been wearing more casual clothes. Caspar smirked, his old dad still had it in him. He didn't know how he did it. He then stood to greet the woman. 

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Caspar. I suppose he's just told you who I am." As he spoke, he pointed with his eyes to the direction of the bathroom where his father was taking a shower. 

"Yeah he did, I'm Lois." 

Caspar and Lois both looked at each other with surprise at how young the other was. Lois couldn't have been over 18. He wondered what his dad had said to impress her enough to bring her back home. Lois looked at Caspar and wondered why her dad's friend was so young. She shook the thought off and just assumed he was a work colleague. After all, her dad owned a line of gyms, the staff weren't going to be a group of old men. 

Mark ran out the bathroom, mobile phone to his ear. 

"No...no...okay, Richard, calm down. I'll be down in 10 minutes. Bye." 

He turned to his children, although neither was aware of this fact. 

"You two, make yourself at home. There's been a mix up with the orders, I'm going to have to go down. I won't be too long." 

With that he dashed out the door, leaving Caspar and Lois in a momentary state of confusion. 

Caspar made them both coffee and some toast while they chatted away. He noticed how sexy she was. He admired her legs; slim, tanned and completely smooth. He almost had a heart attack when she bent to get the milk out of the fridge. Her dress rode up and her bare ass was right there. He caught a glimpse of her smooth pussy, but it was gone all too soon. "Shit," Caspar thought as he felt a bulge growing in his pants. 

Lois leaned over the counter to show Caspar the ring he asked her about. His original plan was to get a nice view of her cleavage. He didn't expect things to turn out how they did. She leaned over, knocking the coffee cup as she went. It spilled down Caspar's top and he jumped up, swearing. Lois gasped and grabbed a towel. 

"I am so sorry. Oh god, sorry." 

He ushered her away, saying he'd grab a top from upstairs. She offered to go up, and he accepted. As he removed his top, Lois bit her lip. His muscles were perfectly defined and his skin was flawless. Caspar noticed this and smirked down at her.

Lois flushed and ran up the stairs with the wet t-shirt. Caspar had a full view of her ass as she went up and found himself following her up there. He caught her just coming out of his father's bedroom with a clean top in her hand. Without thinking, he grabbed her wrists and held her hands against the wall, kissing her with a passion only Mark had shown her. At first hesitant, she now fully embraced his lips against hers, grinding herself into him body. The restraint turned Lois on more than she could have imagined. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been before, and she felt ready to explode when he released one hand and slid his fingers down to stroke her. 

He gasped at how wet this girl was. He plunged his fingers deep inside and stroked the spot that would send her over the edge. Like his father, he was an awful tease. Once again, when he felt her building to a climax, he stopped. "What is it with these men" Lois though as she sighed. 

Deciding to get her revenge, Lois pulled her restrained hand from his and dropped to her knees. She swiftly undid his belt buckle and pulled the jeans from his hips. She gasped at his impressive length before grabbing the shaft and guiding her hand up and down. This lasted for mere moments before she covered his throbbing cock with her mouth. He gasped and marveled at how she had taken in his entire length. He knew he was not the biggest, but size wasn't a problem and she was so petite he didn't know how she did it. Her perfect mouth was a paradise for him. He had never received such an amazing blow job in his life. He felt his orgasm building. Unfortunately for him, Lois sensed it too, and stopped. He groaned as he realized what she was doing. 

Lois looked up, and saw a wicked gleam in Caspar's eyes. He smiled deviously and picked her small body up and put her over his shoulder. She squealed with delight and playfully pumped her fists on his back. Walking into Mark's bedroom, he dropped her on the bed which had not been slept in. Her dress was once again ripped off in one smooth movement and he pounced immediately onto her tits. He sucked her hard nipples and she felt a tingling which traveled down to her groin. Looking down, he smirked once again before mercilessly ramming his pulsating member into her body. A scream escaped her lips. Not one of pain, but of pure pleasure. Her hands were once again restrained, held against the headboard. She loved the feeling of being helpless. Being a victim. She had never thought of herself as submissive, but didn't realise how horny it made her until then. 

The two were so busy fucking upstairs they didn't hear the front door open. The screams and groans greeted Mark as he stepped inside. The realization hit him and he ran his fingers through his tousled hair.



Meeting Daddy Ch. 02



I woke up the next day, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:30, shit I had slept for 14 straight hours, but at the same time the bed was damn comfortable. I finally rolled out of bed and stretched. I looked around and checked the adjoining bathroom. When I didn't see daddy I put on some shorts and a tank top and went down stairs. As I made it to the lower floor I inhaled a mouthwatering aroma. I licked my lips as I entered the kitchen and saw him.

Oh dear Lord he was stunning. I watched his fit back pulse as he cooked, the pants he wore were slung low on his narrow hips and made my mouth water more, as well as my pussy quiver. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his tight waist and kissed his shoulder blade. He stiffened for a second before turning around and holding me to his chiseled chest, and for the first time I saw the gorgeous tattoo on his chest but he'd had it too long and it needed some touching up so it was hard to read. I touched the first letter and I heard him sigh a little, so I did something I had wanted to for a while; I licked it. I moaned and he groaned, but something started to burn and he had to pull away and see about the food. 

He told me to sit at the table and I did. A few minutes later he brought me a plate with eggs and ham and a glass of orange juice. I smiled up at him and started to eat. He sat across from me and watched me as he too started to eat.

"How is it baby?" daddy asked me.

"Its amazing daddy, I didn't know you cook so well," I replied awe struck. 

He just chuckled gave me a wink and said, "There's a lot you don't know about me baby girl."

I chuckled as well and kept eating. It was so good that within ten minutes I was finished and downing my juice like a pro. I leaned back in my chair and sighed rubbing my slightly protruding stomach. He looked at me like I was an alien and I raised an eyebrow at him.

He smiled, "Wow my baby can eat," and all I could do was hide my blush. Daddy came to me and lifted me from my chair, he put me on the counter and started kissing my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and sighed.

"What are you doing daddy," I asked even though I knew the answer.

"I'm going to fuck my favourite little slut silly" He said with a smile. 

"Well come on big guy, fuck me."

He went back to kissing and sucking on my neck and I moaned in delight as his hands slipped the straps of my tank top down my shoulders. I pulled him closer and he pushed the top down to my waist as he continued kissing my neck. My nipples got hard and as his hands found my breasts I arched my back and dug my nails into his back. 

I heard him groan and I undid his pants and allowed them to drop to his ankles freeing his glorious cock. I gripped it with my small hand and felt his hips buck a bit at my touch. I smiled a bit before he lifted me by my ass and removed my shorts, all the while he controlled my mouth in a passionate kiss that reduced my capacity to breathe let alone think. I felt his finger push into my pussy, then three more follow it, and I knew he was testing how wet I was. Then a second later daddy removed them and slid his delicious cock into my tight cunt and I moaned with pleasure.

"Shit daddy that's it fuck your little slut fuck me hard," I whispered in his ear, well more like moaned. And he happily obliged slamming himself into my fuck hole harder and harder while an "ah" escaped with each thrust and he groaned at the tight warm fit and I wondered if anything could possibly feel more perfect. He bounced me so I took him deeper and he went faster. 

"Oh fuck daddy so good, more give me more please," I begged him and he put me back on the counter and gave it to me harder and faster till I dug my nails into his shoulders and started to cum while screaming his name. He just kept going, smiling at me through my orgasm then he slammed into me one more time then he pushed me to my knees and stuffed his cock into my throat. My daddy proceeded to fuck it for about 30 seconds then exploded into my throat and he came for five minutes and I, like the dutiful little whore I am, swallowed every drop and when he pulled back I sucked him clean eager for another taste of his delicious seed.

He smiled at me as I looked up at him sucking his cock. After a while he pulled me up, bent me over and smacked my ass. He smacked it for a bit and I moaned the entire time.

"Who's your daddy slut?" He asked giving my already sore backside another hard tap.

"You are," I moaned back to him.

"Go on and bathe baby, we have a big day ahead of us," daddy ordered pulling me to my feet and giving me a quick kiss. And I, on shaky legs, obeyed, stumbling up the steps and into the bathroom off of his room. I turned on the hot water and got in washing my body thoroughly of the sweat from the work out I'd just had. I hummed while I went on, as I usually did and I was so caught up in the pleasure of the shower and my hands on my tiny body that I didn't hear him enter the bathroom or shower. I felt him squeeze my ass as he kissed right below my ear and I shivered. Daddy bent me over and slowly began fucking me. It was slow but sweet and I moaned deeply as he kept going. It didn't last long and we both came quickly but it was still incredible.

Daddy washed off my pussy and I washed his entire body, of course paying extra attention to his cock. Soon we walked out and dried off. Daddy put on some jeans, a shirt and a pair of jordans and he pulled out a tiny top and a skirt that might as well of been a strip of cloth out of a drawer. I looked at him and he handed it to me. I put it on without any complaint wanting to please him and he led me out of the house. I go into his car and put my feet on the dash the tiny skirt riding up so the bottom of my ass showed. He glanced down before continuing down the road and pretty soon I saw a mall in the distance. I looked at him but he just faced front and smiled.

We pulled into the parking lot in a space near to the entrance and we got out. I pulled down my skirt as far as it would go and walked inside with his hand on the small of my back and immediately I felt all eyes on us. The men watched my exposed cleavage, stomach and legs admiring my fit body and beautiful skin tone while also being jealous of the man with me. And the girls, well they went between jealousy of me and lust and admiration for my daddy and I immediately put my arm around him as we walked through the mall.

We walked for a while and just as I was starting to wonder why we were here, I saw the Victoria's Secret store and I smiled. We strolled in and daddy pulled me so my back was to his chest.

"Get anything you like baby and come show it to me. If I like it you can have it," he whispered into my ear while his hand squeezed my perky tit. Then he released me and smacked my ass as I walked off. After spending about five minutes looking through the store I sauntered back into the area where daddy waited for me with a few selections. He pulled a seat and I took off my clothes in the changing area. The women who worked there didn't say a word and I assumed either they were used to situation or they just wanted to watch my sexy daddy more.

I put on a pink satin bra a matching thong and stroll outside. Daddy sits up straighter and pulls me closer. He looks me up and down and nods his approval. I smile and go back inside putting on a blue silk thong and bra. He approved that one as well as a black one but rejected a white velvety set. Then came the last one and my favourite; a red lacy piece that showed of everything. I walked outside and immediately he nodded. I smiled and swayed my hips as I returned to the changing room and as soon as I had the set off I heard him enter my area. 

I started to turn around but he just bent me over, spread my legs and ass and slowly licked my wet pussy. I moan softly and spread my ass for him as he tongue fucks me while he pushes two fingers into my ass. I cover my mouth and he sucks my clit while pushing two fingers inside my now vacant pussy. 

"You're gonna make me cum soon if you keep this up," I moaned softly to him. Daddy just tongue fucked me harder, fingered my ass faster driving his fingers deeper and rubbed my clit hard and fast. I bit into my fist as I shook and started to cum. I came hard, it didn't last long, but it was incredible. I raised up and put on my clothes, when I glanced at him before he went back outside his face was flooded with my juices and he was licking his lips happily.

I met him outside and together we paid for the items and left the mall, again all eyes were on us as we exited. We got into the car and again I put my feet onto the dash. Daddy drove us home and when we got inside he basically attacked me; kissing me like there was no tomorrow and I had to drop the bag. He lifted me into his arms and carried up the stairs to his room and dropped me onto his bed. He kissed me harder, deeper, making hard to breathe. I felt him raise my hands above my head and then I felt the handcuffs around my wrists. I looked up at him and he just smiled as he tore off my shirt and bra and squeezed my perky breasts and erect nipples. I hissed a breath and moaned while he slowly removed my skirt and tiny panty. 

"Last time was too quick. Today I'm going to make it last and by the end you will be fucking begging for me to fuck you" He said quietly while running his fingers from my nipples to my belly button making me shiver slightly. He chuckled and sucked my erect nipple hard into his hot mouth. Shit it was wonderful and I arched my back in offering. He chuckled around my nipple and moved to the next one sucking and biting gently, I moaned writhing beneath my daddy. I felt his mouth trail open mouth kisses down my body to my wet pussy, I whimpered as he spread my legs and slowly pressed kissed to the inside of my thighs. Then as I felt his breath on my wet cunt; he pulled away and laughed. I looked up at him and whimpered again. He just put my panty into my mouth and smiled... right before he dove into my pussy and devoured me, bringing out of my chest the biggest, most animalistic sound probably known to man.

He put his hot mouth onto my tight wet cunt and ate. He licked me as fast as he could then he sucked my hard clit while biting it gently. I couldn't stop moaning and writhing. I tugged on those handcuffs wanting so badly to push his head deeper into myself and he ate like I was an oasis he found after wandering the desert for a year. I screamed into my gag as he plunged two fingers and kept his tongue in me. Shit that was so good; and suddenly it stopped. All I felt were his fingers and I opened my eyes and looked down at him.

"Do you want it baby?" he said softly, smiling. Then he crawled up to my ear and whispered, "Do you want daddy's massive cock you little slut?"

Since I had the gag in all I could do was nod enthusiastically. He chuckled then took off his shirt and my fingers itched to run across his chiseled chest and well defined abs. Then off came his pants and out, his cock... my mouth watered wetting my underwear and soaking my still wet pussy. Daddy climbed on top of me and removed my gag, I lick my lips and he kisses me. I wrapped my legs around him but he removed them from his waist spreading me open never once breaking contact with my lips.

He rubbed his cock on my slit and beat my clit with it. 

"Please daddy," I pleaded. 

"What baby?" he asked mockingly, "What do you want?"

"Please daddy I need your cock, please," I cried out almost close to tears with need. 

He smiled broadly, "Well since you asked so nicely," and he rammed himself into my tight body. I screamed with pleasure and he groaned with it, but when I tried to pull him deeper he stopped me, spreading and pushing my legs so my knees were by my shoulders. He looked down at my spread pussy, his offering, then up at my face. He slowly started moving in and out of me groaning with pleasure. I wriggled, trying to get him deeper, he noticed and obliged shoving his full 17 inches into my soaking snatch. I groan and he picks up the pace slightly. 

"Yeah you like having my massive cock fucking your tight young pussy don't you you little slut" daddy groaned as he drove himself into me.

"Yes daddy, fuck yes, I love having you fuck my slutty pussy like the whore I am."

"Shit yes you filthy whore," he started going harder and harder as indiscernible sounds left my throat. 

He turned me onto my stomach, the cuffs cutting into my wrists slightly, not that I could focus on that because daddy started smacking my ass and driving himself deeper, if that was possible. I moaned loudly as he smacked me harder fucking me hard.

"yes my little slut, you like having daddy smack your nice ass don't you," he said through gritted teeth. It was so fucking good all I could do was moan and nod; he was not satisfied with that. He smacked my ass harder and growled, "You like daddy smacking your ass don't you,"

Whimpering softly at his dominance and moaning a bit at it as well I replied, "Yes daddy your slut loves having you smack my ass," He smiled and kept going harder determined to make me cum on him. And after a few more strokes with his monster he gets his wish and I scream as my earth shattering orgasm erupted through me. I kept screaming his name as I started to squirt all over his massive body, my fluids splashing onto his thighs and lower abdomen. I finally finish and when I glance at the clock it is 7:30 pm and we started going at it around 5. I lay my head down on the pillow and took a deep breath, but that didn't last long.

Daddy smacked my ass hard and whispered, "you aren't done yet slut," and he pulled me to my knees and my back was to his chest as he pulled my hair, wrapped his other arm around my waist tightly to hold me down and pounded into me to pleasure himself. I moaned with each thrust and he pulled my head all the way back and kissed me. He pulled me closer and after a few minutes he pulled me down as he plunged into me sending every inch inside. I felt his cock expand and then I felt his cum spurt out.

"Shit daddy yes, fill up your slut give me your fucking cum," I moaned loudly. And for the next seven minutes he did, just when I thought he was never going to stop daddy pulled out of me and let me collapse onto the bed, as I had the night before. I groaned and rolled onto my back and watched as he let the last drops fall onto my young, tight body. Daddy then came and lied down next to me, I rolled over and put my head onto his chest and his arm circled my waist. I glanced at the clock, 7:45 pm, and I was in absolute heaven. I listened to his heart beat and deep breaths and I drifted to sleep eager for our adventures tomorrow. 



Meeting Daddy Ch. 03



I rolled over and sighed contently, I rubbed the bed expecting a large, warm body where there was now an empty, cold spot. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, glancing at the clock I realised it was after 8, another long sleep; wonderful. I stretched and got up, sighing as I climbed out of the bed and put on one of his t-shirts before going and brushing my teeth. I then ventured down the stairs to find my daddy. As I went down the stairs I expected to smell delicious breakfast but there is nothing, then I heard it, the deep timber of his voice and I can't help the shiver that ran down my back. I continue down the stairs assuming that he was on the phone but just as I was about to turn the corner so that he could see me I heard another man. His voice wasn't as deep and daddy's but it was enough to make me bite my lip. 

I peaked around the wall and saw the back of his head, because of how the couch was and how the men were angled if daddy glanced the right way he'd see me. The other black man spoke again and I bit back a moan, then daddy replied.

"I swear man, she's one hot bitch. Even the first time, I thought I'd have to baby her and go slow, but she took it like a pro."

My chest swelled with pride when he said that and I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my face.

"Well from what you've told me, I think she'll be a good slut to have around plus I can't wait what to see what has Johnny 17 actually hooked." the other man replied

I saw daddy smile when he said, "Well she should be waking up soon, kinda wore her out last night." Then I saw him glance my way and his smile grew, "And there she is, my favourite girl."

I got up and walked toward them, when the second man saw me his eyes widened and he smiled. I guess I looked good in daddy's shirt and my man's next words proved that thought.

"Baby you look gorgeous wearing that. Now, I'd like you to meet my friend Jason." The other man, Jason, stretched his right hand toward me and I tentatively shook it. 

"Hi I'm Amy," I said softly, smiling up at him and he smiled back.

"I've heard a lot about you, and I can't wait to see if they are true." Jason replied. And I couldn't help but smile at him. 

"Baby there are pancakes in the kitchen, why don't you go eat and we'll talk when you are done," daddy instructed me.

I obeyed his little command and got three huge pancakes, sausages and syrup and I sat at the table. Jason and daddy came and joined me and Jason picked up five pancakes and settled next to me. He asked me a few questions about my age and what I was doing in life at this point in time. I answered him politely and this seemed to impress him further, how respectful I was. When I was finished I washed both my and Jason's plates. When I was finished with that I found both men back in the living room and I went and asked if wither wanted anything. Again, Jason was impressed with my obedience and eagerness to please. He asked for a glass of water and I happily obliged.

When I was sure neither of the gorgeous black men wanted anything I went upstairs to have a shower. However just as I was about to take off my clothes I heard daddy call for me. So I put back on his t-shirt and I skipped down the stairs. I turned the corner and stood in front of the men. Daddy smiled up at me and pulled me to sit between them and he put one of his big hands on my thigh.

"Baby you remember how we talked and 'acted out' all of our fantasies, and I always talked about sharing you with my friends." my daddy said gently. When he finished his sentence Jason put his hand on my other thigh and they both pulled my legs open. I jerked a bit at the suddenness of the action but then relaxed as I realised that this is what daddy wanted. 

Daddy cupped my neck and pulled me towards him and gave me a soul searing kiss. Jason was fondling my perky tits then off came my shirt and I was totally nude. They had my legs spread open and I looked up at Jason, he smiled and sucked on my erect nipples. Oh I wanted so badly to touch them; I reached out to Jason to take his enclosed cock into my hand. I moaned when I got to him, felt like a good 10 inches. 

I peaked at him and saw him smiling at me while he suckled my perky tits. I bit my bottom lip as I watched and daddy pushed two fingers inside of me and I sighed. They continued like that for a bit, fingering me and sucking me slowly. I was moaning softly and moving my hips in time with daddy's fingers. Then finally Jason moved between my legs and opened my legs further so I was spread like an offering before him. He licked his lips before slowly and lightly licking my clit, and I sucked in a breath. 

I felt his deep throaty chuckle against my pussy and pushed it into his face, but he held my hips to hold me down as he continued his teasing on my soaked pussy. Jason kept licking slowly and softly then suddenly his entire hot mouth was surrounding my clit and I grabbed his head and pulled it deeper. Then daddy had my arms pinned behind my head and whispered in my ear: "now baby, no grabbing."

Then his mouth was on my neck making me shiver and groan. They continued the assault on my tiny body and then Jason's tongue slipped into my hot cunt and tongue fucked me, making my back arch and my toes curl. Soon I was moaning uncontrollably and daddy looked at me before turning to his friend. 

"Hey man, she's gonna cum soon"

In reply Jason grunted, and increased his speed. I couldn't help the huge moan that ripped through my throat. "oh fuck jason yes, eat me, eat my cum" I moaned. And he did. He lapped up every drop that came from my cunt and when I was done he looked up and licked his lips smiling. 

"Well Johnny, you were definitely right about her taste. Best I ever had." When Jason said that I couldn't help but blush. "Now I wonder I you were right about how good it feels," He continued rubbing my pussy to get me wet again, and it was definitely working. 

"You just gonna have to try her out and see," was my daddy's response.

And with that Jason turned me over easily so my ass was in the air ready and eager for whatever he planned to use me for. My hands were on the back of the couch and I could easily see daddy and Jason from where I kneeled and daddy was overflowing with pride at me being so obedient. 

I felt the other black man grip my waist and rub his tip against my entrance. I pushed back to get him in but he held my waist tightly, and I couldn't move enough.

"Now now. Don't you move, just take it like a good little whore," Jason grunted as he pushed his big cock in slowly. I groaned as I felt him stretch my tight pussy. I was wrong, he wasn't 10 inches, he was 12, and I could tell, I'd had a few 10 inchers and he was still pushing after that mark. He held my hip pushing it all in and he groaned at the heat and tightness and daddy turned my head and kissed me as his friend started to assault my pussy with his wonderful cock. Jason pulled my hair as he increased his speed and the strength of his thrusts. "Yes fuck me yes. Shit that's it fuck my tight wet pussy with that big black cock yes. Fuck yes more!" I screamed while he pulled my hair and pounded my pussy. I looked back at some point and saw him smiling and I heard his grunts; they turned me on like nothing else. 

"That's right you little slut, you like being used by daddy's friends don't you" my daddy whispered in my ear, all I could do was nod as I moaned for more. 

"Fuck Johnny, your slut is great," Jason grated out as he increased his pace making an 'ah' escape me with each entry. 

"Daddy can I cum, please let me cum daddy," I begged helplessly looking up at him. He smiled at me and nodded saying: "yes my little bitch cum all over my friend's cock." And cum I did. Over and over moaning like a whore, and when I was finally finished my upper body collapsed onto the bed. Jason didn't really seem to notice though since he just kept on fucking me. After a few more minutes of sliding his delicious cock in and out of my wet fuck hole, he grunted that he was going to cum. 

"Cum on her tits man," daddy instructed. So they turned me onto my back, the new man pulled me by the nape of my neck towards his cock and he stroked himself until he blew his thick load all over my tight perky tits. I smiled as I watched spurt after spurt of his jiz leave his cock and land on my body. 

"Johnny your bitch is smiling at being cum on. Whew, you got yourself a good little whore here."

"Yeah man, I know" daddy replied as he watched his friend finish covering me, and the look in his eye told me he knew exactly what my next move was. I used my fingers to scoop the cum on my body into my mouth and Jason gave a low whistle. 'Man his cum tastes good,' I thought as I kept eating the white substance. When I had gotten all of it I looked up at the two men, and saw the big smiles on both of their faces. I perched myself on my elbows and smiled back. 

"Johnny, it was fun. I'll talk to you later man. And A my you were amazing. Just as good as your daddy said, if not better." Jason said as he shook hands with daddy and pulled me in for a hug and a passionate kiss. He kissed me for so long daddy stepped in and his friend appologised for overstepping his bounds. I smiled at him as he left and once we couldn't hear his car anymore daddy scooped me into his arms and started to kiss me, sucking on my tongue and pushing his deep into my mouth. I couldn't help the low moans and groans that escaped me. 

Too soon however he pulled away and looked into my half lidded eyes, "Needed to make sure you remember who's girl you are." I smiled and chuckled a bit at his jealousy and replied, "of course daddy."

He smiled back, "ok baby, go and clean yourself up, I'll be waiting down here. And pick something cute to wear, we are going out." 

I just smiled and nodded my ok and proceeded to climb the stairs to have a shower. I peeled off the shirt I'd put back on after Jason was done with me and climbed into the shower turning on the warm water, letting it caress my body. I took my time and washed my young tight body sliding my fingers across my erect nipples and shivering as I imagined daddy doing it. My hand slipped down my body towards my smooth mound and slipped between my outer lips to feel the warm wetness that had pooled between my thighs. I slipped two fingers inside smoothly, not just because of my natural wetness but the warm water that flowed from the pipe. I easily fingered myself to the edge and then rubbed my clit to finish off moaning softly. When my orgasm had subsided I washed off the remnants and dried off before putting on some shorts and a t-shirt. I sauntered downstairs and found daddy on the phone saying something about meeting up in an hour with someone. I just shrugged and came and joined him by the door. He had just finished his conversation when I made my way up to his back and kissed the spot between his shoulder blades. 

He turned around and kissed me. I sighed and hugged him placing my head on his broad chest. 

"We have somewhere to go baby girl."

"Alright daddy, are you going tell me where?" I asked looking up at him hoping that he'd fall for the adorable pouty face I was putting on for him. The face that had either always gotten me what I wanted, or on a bed with a guy fucking my brains out. But the man in front of me just shook his head smiling down at me. 

"Come on slut, time to go" daddy said over his shoulder as he headed out the door. I chuckled as I walked out behind him and got into the front seat of his car. I put my long legs on the dashboard and again caught him staring at them. We drove for about fifteen minutes before we stopped in front of a house. I looked at the house quizzically then back at him. He was just smiling at me as he touched my thigh. Then he nodded to the house and got out of the car. 

I watched as he made his way to the door not even looking back to see if I was following. I chuckled, got out of the vehicle and trailed him. When I arrived at the stoop he smiled down at me and knocked on the door, two seconds later another handsome black man answered the door. The first thing that popped into my head was, 'what the fuck. Does he know all the handsome black men on the west coast?' Daddy ushered me into the house drawing me from my thoughts. The man in front of me was shorter than my daddy by about 4 inches by still towered over me by a good 6. 

Daddy talked to him while I stared, "Hey man, this is the girl I told you about, Amy." At that the male turned and smiled at me holding out a hand. "Baby this is my friend Rick." daddy explained as I shook Rick's hand returning his smile. Johnny gave me a little push towards his friend and I blushed a little. Rick wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I moaned a little at his possessive tongue took over my mouth. His big hand came from around my waist to cup the nape of my neck and he groaned as I tried to match his tongue. After what seemed like an hour he pulled back and looked at me with heavy lidded eyes. 

"Johnny, man, you got a good girl here," he said looking down at me, "She kisses like... I dont even know, she's that good."

Daddy came up behind me and kissed my neck while rubbing my arms "And she gives the best head ever." I looked up at Rick and he was still looking at me as if I were a gift under the christmas tree and he was 5. I smiled at him as I took off the tight t-shirt that clung to my tiny body. Daddy smiled and Rick looked at my small but perky tits and tight, toned belly. 

"Mm, she looks good enough to eat." Rick mumbled licking his lips. He reached towards me and cupped my right tit, I bit my lip and looked up at him. "Damn, how old is she again?" he asked staring at me.

"I'm 21," I replied in a soft voice. I could hear the growl of satisfaction from his throat and immediately it sent shivers down my spine and a pool of wetness to my pussy. 

"Johnny, can I fuck her now, please?" He said, his voice breaking with strain and desperation.

"Rick you need to have her mouth on your dick first, then you can fuck her silly." Daddy said smiling. I didn't really care if I had to suck his cock, as much as I loved it, the only thing that mattered to me in that sentence was 'fuck her silly.' The gorgeous man sighed and said alright. I immediately dropped to my knees to see what would be in my mouth and more importantly my pussy. Out popped a delicious looking 13 inch black cock that immediately made me purr in delight. I pushed my hair over my shoulder and pushed the head and a good 3 inches in my mouth. I heard him groan and felt him put his hands in my hair and push my head deeper onto his cock. I closed my eyes and took him deeper. I glanced up at him and he had his eyes closed and his head raised so his face was towards the ceiling. I started to bob my head making his cock slide in and out of my throat. When I did this he looked down at me and I guess my brown eyes looking up at him with my thick lips wrapped around his dick was his undoing because he just grabbed my head and started to fuck my throat.

"Fuck yes you little slut. Take my dick in your fucking throat. Yeah you like having your daddy's friends fuck you don't you? " he was gasping as he thrust himself into my throat. All I could do was moan a yes which caused my throat to vibrate and send a pleasurable sensation through his meat. He was close to cumming, and even though I wanted his seed in my belly I knew he wanted my pussy, so I pulled away enough to free myself from his grasp and remove his cock from my throat. He looked down at me, disappointed, until I looked up at him and asked "How do you want me?"

Rick pulled me up and I took off my shorts and thong, then he put me on my back on his couch, then he pushed my legs up so my knees were on my chest and I was spread out for him like an offering. He stared down at my soaked pusssy and then dipped his head down to lick and suck me for a few moments while I sighed and moaned softly. Then he put his hands on either side of my head and slid his cock inside me. I moaned closing my eyes but he told me to open them so I did like the obedient slut I am. Then he slowly but deeply slid in and out of me and fuck it was great. I bit my lip as I stared up at him, and this drove him to go harder, and faster increasing his pace till he was pounding at my poor pussy and growling like an animal. 

"Put her on her knees man," daddy said to his friend, I really had forgotten he was there but he was standing two feet away stroking that massive cock of his and I felt my mouth water. Rick obeyed, not bothering to pull out, he simply uncaged me and turned me onto my hands and knees. Then daddy was in front of me and I eagerly took his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked while his friend fucked my tight pussy. "Yeah Rick, fuck my slut harder, smack her big ass." And Rick did just that, fucking me harder and faster, pushing me deeper onto daddy's cock, and squeezing and smacking my ass making it jiggle. We kept going like that for a while. Could have been an hour for all I cared, I was getting fucked by two huge black cocks. I was happy to stay where I was for a while. Then Rick groaned behind me and said he was gonna cum. 

"Yes you big cocked monster cum in me, cum in my tight pussy." I said to him in a lust filled voice. He grabbed my hair and pushed me deeper onto daddy's cock while he pumped his seed into my pussy and I moaned around my man's meat. Daddy continued to fuck my throat as his friend pulled out of me. After a few minutes he growled and started to shoot cum down my throat. I counted 15 shots before it dribbled out and I had to suck the rest. 

Once I had collected my prize I sat back and stretched watching the two men. Rick was watching me with wonder and daddy was just smiling with pride in his eyes. "Wow Johnny you were right. She was amazing" he said awestruck. I just smiled and licked my lips watching him playfully. Daddy smiled and got up pulling up his pants "Well Rick we have to go. busy day and all. But we have places to go." He gave me a look and I immediately started to grab my discarded clothes putting them on.

When I was dressed I looked up at him and he held my hand while we walked to the door. "Wait, at least let me say good bye." Rick said as he jogged up to us, his limp dick bouncing a bit. He took my neck in his hands and pulled me to him, kissing me, his tongue swirling with mine and then, as suddenly as he had pulled me, he let me go and I barely caught myself, my breath coming out quickly. Daddy nodded to his friend and put his arm around me, leading me to his car. We got in and daddy started it up and drove off. I looked at him through my lashes and he looked scarily calm. We drove for about ten minutes before we got to rather deserted area and he pulled to the side of the road. 

"Get out of the car Amy." he said as he too got out. I hesitantly followed him like the good girl I was. He gestured for me to come to his side of the car, so I did. When I got to him he pinned me to the side of the car, so he was standing between my legs, and held onto my neck as he kissed me with unbridled passion. I felt him getting harder and groaned as he sucked my tongue and pushed his down my throat. It was so good, he was so dominating and I felt my pants themselves begin to get wet. All I could do was hold onto his neck and try to get him closer, if that was possible, with my legs. Daddy held onto my hair and pulled on it so I had to look at him. 

"You are mine, and every time you kiss another man I'll remind you of it." All I could do was give a tiny nod. He smiled a sinister smile then pulled off my shorts and thong and raised my shirt. Daddy then freed his cock and lifted me so my back was still against his car. My man sucked my neck as he slid his massive cock inside my pussy. I gasped as I felt it enter me. Fuck I hoped I never got used to the sweet ecstasy that was sex with this man. He bounced me on his cock a bit while I moaned hungrily. Then, much to my disappointment he popped it out of me but, to my surprise he slid it to my asshole. I looked up at him and he was still smiling that sinister smile that gave me delicious chills and I knew what he was about to do. 




Meeting Daddy in the Past



I've been volunteering at the science lab during summer time.

I work for Dr. Samuel, helping her in the lab, helping her with whatever experiment she's passionate about. It's a great learning experience for me.

I'm nineteen and in college.

My dad has no problem with me staying with him over the summer, and he's proud of my achievements.

Dad's a good guy. It's been about five years since he and my mom split up. She wanted to travel and he was happy where he was at. So was I.

He's still a partner at his dad's law firm and I'm studying physics. Last I heard, Mom was headed for Bermuda.

So, there's a break from school and I'm heading back to the lab.

It's my first stop.

Dr. Samuel is even more excited than usual and she leads me into the lab.

I peer around her at the large, metal sphere in the middle of her laboratory.

"Have you ever wanted to go back in time?"

I shrug. "I've thought about it. Sure."

She's less than impressed with my meager enthusiasm.

"Don't tell me, Doctor. You've created a time machine?"

"Well... yes. So far it only goes backward in time. It transports a physical shape back twenty years. It lasts for about four hours and then, the shape rematerializes in the present."

"Why twenty years?"

"It just seems to be the easiest number," she says, waving away my concerns. "Unfortunately for me, I was already working here at the lab. I was about your age twenty years ago. If I travel back in time, I run the risk of seeing myself and creating a time paradox."

"So you haven't tried it?"

"No. I'm afraid it will have catastrophic repercussions on our current dimension in reality."

I sigh. I know where she's going with this. "Let me guess. You want me to be the first to try it."

Immediately she tries to coax me. "It's already been successful. I sent Mina back and she returned, completely unharmed." Mina is her little, white, lab rat.

"What do I do once I'm back in the mid-nineties?"

"Well. You can't do much but look around. If you interact with people you know, the outcome could be catastrophic. I want you to observe only. In three or four hours, you'll be right back in this lab. Mere moments will pass for me."

"Alright," I agree.

Without further ado, she thrusts a back pack into my hands, ushers me into the metal sphere and closes the hatch. "Don't worry about returning," she says, her voice muffled by the thick glass. "You will automatically be returned to this time in space in less than four hours."

"Four hours," I repeat. Maybe I should be a little more hesitant, but I trust Dr. Samuels. She would never put me in danger.

And honestly, I don't think this will work.

The doctor gives me a thumbs up and starts pressing panels.

I take the time to check the contents of the back pack.

There's a funny outfit inside, a stack of hundred dollar bills—each dated before 1995, a bulky cell phone and a fake ID. It says my name is Huntra Jackson. I start to ask Dr. Samuels about the name, but a flash of light stuns me.

I shake my head to clear it.

When I can see again, I'm sitting on a park bench.

I look around.

Behind me is the lab. It's much smaller than it used to be.

Or... will be.

It worked? I'm in 1995?

Everything seems pretty much the same. Maybe a little cleaner.

I look down at my high-school class of 2013 t-shirt and realize I need to change. I'm sure anyone who notices will think it's a joke.

I know the area. This is where I grew up. Or where I will grow up.

I make my way to the hotel two blocks down. I'll need a place to set up anyway. I grin when I get the total for my room. Cheap!

In the room, I shower and change into the outfit. Inside is a sketch from the doctor showing how the clothes are meant to be worn.

I'm now wearing a red plaid skirt and a black t-shirt with ruffles on the front. I scowl at a red headband, but I want to follow the Doc's directions, so I slide it onto my head.

I look into the mirror. I have long, curly black hair, so the outfit matches me, but headbands are way out of style.

Shrugging, I pick up the tiny, black bag and slip my fake ID into it, along with a few hundred dollars.

Huntra Jackson. I'm Huntra Jackson for now.

The lady at the front desk gives me snaps on my outfit.

I wander into the street feeling devious. What should I do? I know I'm not supposed to interact with anyone I know, but there should be no problem if I just spy a little.

None of my friends have been born yet.

My mom and dad haven't even met yet.

I wonder what dad was like—or is like now.

He's been so rigid and proper for all the years I've known him. He's gotta be, like, nineteen in this time period. Twenty?

But where would he be? It's summer, so he'd probably already be home for summer.

I head to his dad's law firm. It looks practically the same. The sign is different. Instead of McArthur and McArthur, it says, McArthur and Chase.

Of course Dad wouldn't be partner yet.

I feel excited staring at the revolving doors of the business building. I shouldn't be here.

Suddenly, a scene takes my attention.

A security guard is ushering some guy in a leather jacket out onto the street to my left.

"Your dad doesn't want you in here," the guard says firmly.

"Hey, don't tell me what to do, ya fuckin' rent-a-cop."

The guard swells but the guy holds his ground with a jerk of his head.

The guard scoffs and heads back to the building.

The guy spits and murmurs, "Like I care what the old man thinks." He tugs on his leather jacket and starts walking away.

I have trouble moving.

That tough guy.

That's my dad.

He's young. A little older than me.

I want to approach him but I look down at my outfit. I look like such a goody goody. I wish the Doctor had slipped me a leather jacket instead. I don't want him to think I'm... square or whatever the lingo is back—now.

My dad turns the corner and I hurry to catch up.

I can't believe I found him so easily.

I turn the corner and rush on, but double back. I saw my dad down an alleyway.

I don't see him anymore, so I cautiously walk down the alley. There are other alleys branching from the one I'm on in both directions.

Suddenly, someone snaps their fingers and I find each of my arms being held by smelly thugs.

My dad steps out in front of me, smirking dangerously. A line of lackeys follow close behind him.

He looks so different. So young. His black hair has always been thick, but now it's a little longer, hanging in his eyes. His brown eyes narrow, watching me.

He looks like he's found a toy.

The thug on my left squeezes too tightly and I yelp.

"Easy," my dad says. "She's got delicate skin."

Of course my daddy wouldn't hurt a girl, no matter his age. I sigh with relief.

He steps forward and stares down into my eyes. He smells much better than any of these thugs. "Hi daddy," I say with a happy smile.

His eyes narrow. "What?"

Oh shit. I got too excited, felt too comfortable and I let the wrong thing slip.

"I mean. Hi, um, guy."

He inspects me closely, reaching out his hand to lift my chin, turning my face this way and that. "Did Hugo send you?"

"Hugo?"

My dad snaps again and my purse is ripped off my shoulder. Most of them grin over the few hundred dollar bills but my dad focuses on the ID.

"Huntra Jackson," he scoffs. He looks at me.

I smile back, still happily. I'm glad that he's the one in charge. I know he's a good man and won't hurt me.

He turns to a thug. "She's from Hugo, don't you think?"

The thug nods. "Seems like something he would do. She's almost too good to believe, though."

Dad laughs. "Hugo doesn't work with amateurs. She looks good 'cause she's supposed to."

I don't understand what they're talking about, but I feel I should make something clear. "I don't know any Hugo."

All their eyes are on me.

My dad licks his lips and snaps again. "Give her money back, then everybody fuck off."

I sigh as my arms are released, my purse is returned, and the thugs slink off into the shadows.

My dad steps closer to me and I smile warmly. "Hi."

One corner of his lip curls, as though he can't help himself. "Hi."

"I was worried there," I say. "You hang out with some scary people."

He raises an eyebrow. "They're scary?"

I nod.

"But I'm not?"

I shake my head.

That makes him grin again. "Well, why not?"

"I know you're a good person."

He scoffs. His smile vanishes. "Why on earth would you think that?"

I examine my dad. Much younger than normal, but he's still my dad. The man I've known for nineteen years. "Because I know you," I say with a smile. Then I remember the Doctor's words. I don't want to destroy my time in reality. "I should probably go," I tell him, regretfully.

He steps forward and takes my hand. He lifts it to his mouth and kisses it.

I let out a surprised giggle. Who knew dad was so charming back in the day?

"Don't go," he says, trailing the back of my hand from his lips down his stubbly chin. "Stay here with me a while."

"Well... I promised that I wouldn't talk to you."

His eyes flash and he grabs my waist with his free hand. "Who did you promise?"

"Well, you probably don't know her yet..."

"Yet?"

I need to shut my mouth. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you, daddy."

His jaw drops open for a moment, then he snaps it shut. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

Damn it. I might feel comfortable with him, but he doesn't know me yet. I can't forget that.

"Just an accident. Um. What's your name?"

His eyebrow goes up again and he doesn't remove his hand from my waist. He rubs it gently, comforting me. "My name's Cole."

I frown at him, feeling a bit hurt. "Tell the truth."

His eyes snap to mine. "So you know my name?"

I swallow. "Yes."

His hand tightens around my wrist. "Who are you?"

I swallow again. He's kinda scaring me. "I can't tell you."

He backs me up against the alley wall. "If you know who I am, you know what I'm capable of," he growls. "Now tell me who you are."

The change is frightening in him. I've never seen my dad look this way. He stares down into my eyes as if he can force the truth out of me. He probably can. And now I've really messed with Dr. Samuel's rules.

Thinking fast, I say, "Okay. Hugo sent me."

His eyebrows lower slowly. His eyelids droop low, making his eyes look black. A grin forms on his lips.

This is definitely a face I've never seen on him.

"I thought so," he says. His hand releases my wrist and his fingers trail down my cheek.

I shiver.

"Yeah," he says, pushing me more firmly against the wall. "Hugo knows what I like." He runs his fingers through my curly black hair.

"Um," I say. "Wait."

His hand trails down my neck, over the frills on my top. "Why should I wait?" he asks playfully.

"Well..." I swallow thickly and shake my head to clear it. "Well, I think you're going to do something you'll regret."

I hear his breath escape. "You mean like fucking you."

That breath soared right past my ear. His body's pushed up against mine, he's practically my age now, and I can tell he wants me.

My dad wants me.

"Oh," I moan. This is not good. "You have to stop, daddy."

His breath escapes across my ear again. His hand wanders across my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb. "If you want me to stop, you'll have to tell me why."

His other hand leaves my waist, runs over my hip and down my thigh. When he brings it back up, it's on my inner thigh. Up it goes, trailing over my skirt, right over my most sensitive place. I gasp. "Wait, please," I moan weakly.

But he doesn't wait.

My strength fails as his hands both fondle my breasts and his hips grind into mine.

He's hard.

"Um, daddy, please," I murmur. I'm not even sure what I'm asking.

"Mmm," he hums into my ear. "I actually like that. I never thought I'd like being called that."

"No, you don't understand," I beg. "You don't want to do this, daddy."

"Oh, but I do." His hand runs under my shirt.

"But... But, I'm someone you can't do this to."

"Oh?" He shudders and his hand runs under my bra over my breast. "Mmm," he murmurs. "Actually big. No padding."

I shudder. His hand is on my breast! I should fight him. I should try to escape even though he's really cute and my age... "I'm... your daughter."

He chuckles. "Oh really?" His other hand slides up my back and undoes my bra. His fingers glide down my back. "We should really be doing this inside."

I gulp. "Doing what?"

He looks into my eyes. "You know what."

"Oh," I whimper. This is bad. I'm really getting turned on. I have to stop him. Now. "Daddy, I'm your daughter. You can't fuck me."

He rams his hips into me. "Holy shit, that's hot."

"Oh, daddy, please," I beg.

His lips come down hard on mine.

My eyes fly open. This is no innocent kiss. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, warm and wet, enticing my tongue to play. He tastes good. Like cinnamon. So he's been chewing that same gum for all these years?

He pulls away from the kiss, leaving me dazed.

"You're a naughty daughter," he teases darkly.

"Oh, daddy, I'm sorry. I should be resisting you better."

"Damn. You're really good. How many guys have you done this for?"

"Um, french kissed? That was my first one." The fact embarrasses me and I cover my mouth with my hand. His tongue was so warm.

He licks his lips. "No. Not french kissed. Seduced like this. Called a guy daddy."

"I've only ever called you that, dad."

"I don't know why, but I believe that. Come on."

"What? Where?"

"Something this good has to be savored. I'm taking you to a hotel room."

"Um," I murmur, fixing my bra. "I have a hotel room."

He smiles at me. "Let's go, then."

We have plenty of time until we get to the hotel, and now that he's not groping me, I have a clearer head. Maybe I should just run away. But he's so cool, I want to get to know him a little. I can't believe my straight-laced dad has this kind of past. "So, you don't want to be a lawyer yet?"

He shoots me a curious grin. "You sure seem to know a lot about me."

"Of course."

"Because you're my daughter," he supplies.

I nod, smiling, glad he gets it finally. "Exactly."

"Well, tell me something about you, then," he says.

"I'm studying Physics and I've just traveled back in time from 2015."

He laughs. "Twenty years back in time. What, just to see me?"

"Well, no. I'm actually supposed to be observing only. But I was curious what you were like back then. I mean now. So I popped over to your law firm and—"

"My law firm?"

"Well, okay, just grandpa's law firm for now. Anyway, I saw you get tossed out and I just had to follow you."

He watches me. "You're pretty creative."

"Not at all. That's one of the reasons I'm a science major." I smile at him.

"So, keep going. You followed me."

"Yeah, and then your goons grabbed me in the alley and then you started, well..."

He licks his teeth. "Touching you?"

"Um, yes."

"What's your name?"

"You mean Huntra Jackson?"

"Is that your real name?"

"No, daddy." I bite my lip.

He watches my teeth on my lip with fire in his eyes. My daddy would never do that in the future. I feel a thrill.

"Tell me your real name."

"Danielle McArthur. I was born in 1996."

"Right," he says, looking at my chest.

We arrive at the hotel and take the elevator up to my room.

"Why aren't you scared?" he asks once the elevator doors close. "Don't you know that people fear me?"

I look into his eyes. "I know you, daddy. You would never hurt me." When we reach my door I say, "Can we talk for a while? I probably have less than an hour until I jump back to my time."

"Sure," he says with a grin. "We can talk."

I unlock my door and smile warmly, holding it open for my dad.

He walks in and waits for me to close the door behind me and then he grabs my arm.

He pulls me into him and falls backward onto the bed.

"Dad!" I squeal. "Don't start that again, please. You said we could talk."

"Talk after," he grunts, then presses his lips to mine.

Electricity shoots through my mouth, down into my tits and clit. It feels sublime. "Daddy," I whisper when he moves to kiss my neck.

"Yes, baby," he murmurs into my skin.

I gasp. Now that sounds like my dad. "We really can't do this," I whine. "I told you earlier. I thought you believed me."

He works my bra open again and starts pushing it up along with my shirt.

I squirm, resisting. "You can't take my shirt off, daddy!"

"Yes," he says roughly. "Listen to daddy."

This time when he tries to push my shirt and bra over my head, I resist less. "You're going to feel bad later," I tell him, managing to keep my breasts covered a few seconds more. "You're gonna feel bad later and it'll be my fault!"

When he finally gets my shirt over my head, he moans. "God, your tits are perfect." He licks from the bottom of my breast across my nipple. "Uh. I wanna put my dick on 'em."

I gasp. "You can't!"

"Oh, you'll love it. I know you will." He moves to my other nipple and sucks it into his mouth.

"Daddy," I whine. "Please!"

"Holy shit. If you keep calling me that I'm not gonna make it into your pants."

Into...my pants?

He pushes me onto my back and climbs above me. My daddy looks so handsome like this, but I can't say so.

He shrugs off his leather jacket and pulls off his black t-shirt. I suck in a breath, allowing myself to run a hand over his chest. I know this is wrong, but I feel kind of happy. My daddy would never let me touch him like this.

"Naughty girl," he says, reading my mind. "Are you supposed to be touching your dad this way?"

I whimper and turn my head. I know I'm blushing fiercely. "I'm sorry, daddy."

He grins playfully. "It's alright. Just this once, baby."

He doesn't know what he's saying! He doesn't really believe I'm his daughter, he's just playing.

I know my face is burning. Oh, no. Daddy's really trying to fuck me.

A thrill runs through me and my nipples harden further. I squirm.

He leans down and puts his mouth by my ear. "Tell me. Tell me what's happening in that naughty little brain, baby."

"Oh, daddy. You're being bad, you know. You're trying to fuck your daughter."

"Yeah," he moans. "My slutty little daughter."

"But I'm not," I protest weakly as his lips find my nipple again. "I'm not slutty. You taught me to only fuck the one you love."

"Mmm. So you're a virgin, then," he murmurs with a chuckle.

I whimper as his hand runs up my inner thigh. "Yes, daddy."

He pushes my panties aside and swipes a finger up my slit. It feels tremendously good.

"Good God, you're wet." He grins devilishly. "Wet for your own father."

"Uh! No, daddy!" I cry, utterly embarrassed.

"Don't you lie to daddy," he croons, running his finger along my clit, making me shiver.

"You have to stop," I moan, not at all forcefully. "You can't do this."

"Oh, I think you want to do this," he says. He yanks his pants open. "How many times have you thought about daddy's hard cock inside you?"

I watch with my mouth open, waiting for him to pull his dick out of his fly. I've never seen daddy's dick before.

"Answer me," he says firmly, exactly the way he will a thousand times in the future. It shocks me.

"Never. I swear!"

He pushes his pants down and his long, hard cock springs free. I swallow harshly. I can't seem to breathe. I try to squirm away from him but he grabs my hip firmly with one hand. "Don't lie," he warns, taking his dick in his other hand. "You lie and I'll slap your pussy with my cock. How many times have you thought of me fucking you?"

I lick my dry lips. "Never, daddy," I whisper.

He slaps his fat cock head against my wet slit. "Oh!" I cry.

"Be honest, baby." He yanks my panties away. "You're not even resisting anymore. You must have thought about it." He leans forward, his mouth at my ear, his throbbing, leaking cock, pressed against my clit. "How many times did you think of me while you rubbed at your hot, wet pussy?"




Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 02



I say goodbye to Dr. Samuels, still in the nineties-style outfit I wore in the past. She says I can keep it and tells me to come back tomorrow so she can examine me for side effects.

I hop into my little, white convertible that my dad bought me as a high school graduation present, and head home. The evidence of what happened in the past is drying on my thighs, making them uncomfortable.

It's not far, just a five minute drive to my dad's enormous house. It may be safe to call it a mansion. The lawn is immaculate, the gardens lush, the brick red and sturdy.

I love this house.

The door is locked and no one answers when I ring.

I wander around back and fish the spare key out of Dad's koi pond.

Inside, I breathe in deeply, smelling home.

The first thing I do is head up to my bathroom and shower. It makes me feel a little anxious washing dried cum off my legs. What did I do?

I sigh as I emerge, completely fresh. It's wonderful to experience luxury after so many months in the dorm.

I put on a dress I'd left behind because it was a bit too childish. It had fit me better a few years ago, before my breast had gotten quite so big. As a result, the ruffled fabric at the bottom was tugged up an inch too high. Still, it was comfy and that was what I needed right now.

I sat at my vanity to brush my hair and met my own eyes in the mirror. I wasn't a virgin anymore. I swallowed. I'd given my virginity to—

"Anybody home?" I hear my daddy's deep voice call from downstairs.

I swallow, suddenly nervous. "Up here, dad!" I call back.

With an elevated pulse, I quickly pull my damp hair into a ponytail, and I hear my dad's footfalls in the upstairs hall.

He pokes his head through my door. "Hi, princess!" he says happily.

"Hi, daddy!" I cry, just as happy.

His big arms pull me into a bone-crushing hug that makes me wheeze. "I've missed you, Danielle." See, here in the present, my dad loves me as much as I love him. Almost.

"Me too, dad." I catch a whiff of cinnamon on his breath and I remember a spicy kiss.

I turn back to my vanity, so he can't see the blush forming on my cheeks.

He sinks onto the edge of my bed. "So how was the drive home?"

"Fine. Boring."

He leans forward so he can see my face in the mirror. "Good. Boring is good on a drive. No surprises. How were classes?"

"All aces, daddy," I say, grinning proudly.

"That's my girl."

My grin doesn't fade as I apply a bit of mascara to my already dark lashes.

"Are you hungry, baby?"

My eyes snap to his, as I was half expecting a double entendre.

His eyes are clear. No powerful, forbidden lust in them. Did he even remember what happened? For him it would have been twenty years ago. If he did remember, he could have easily chalked it up to drug use or some strange dream.

I felt a little disappointed.

"Danielle? You okay?"

"Oh. Yeah, I'm just tired I guess. And yes, hungry."

"Good. I brought home takeout from Zeppolis."

My grin returned. That was my favorite Italian restaurant.

Downstairs, I set the table with the fancy dinnerware. I put my dad's plate at the end of the table and mine next to his on the side. On a whim, I light a tall candle and set it near the center of the table.

"Nice touch," dad says from the dining room doorway. He has the takeout containers stacked in his arms.

I move the floral centerpiece so he can have room and we accidently bump into each other. "Move it or lose it, princess," he says playfully.

I have to sit and turn my head away from him. His elbow had grazed my tit, though he has no idea. I have to get myself together.

We fill our plates up with delicious Italian food and begin to feast. I'm ravenous.

Dad laughs. "Slow down, baby."

"Um," I murmur. "It's soo good, daddy." I twitch. That sounded wrong.

He didn't seem to notice and chuckled again. "Thought you'd like it. But didn't you stop anywhere on the drive home?"

Food. He meant for food. He wasn't asking me whether I stopped at the lab and went back in time and met him and fucked him. No.

Still. "Not for food, dad."

"Oh, yeah? Where'd you stop, then?"

I lick my lips, nervously. "The lab. To see Dr. Samuels."

I watch for a reaction in his eyes, but there's none.

"Hmm," he says, sounding somewhat bored as he always does when I talk about science. "Bet she was happy to see you."

"Yeah." And then I take a deep breath and a huge risk. "She made a time machine."

He's reaching for bread and I think I see him pause for a second. "A time machine?"

I nod.

"Crazy!" he says with a grin. "That lady's pretty amazing, huh?"

Disappointment settles on me again. That's all? He doesn't put two and two together? He doesn't think, Oh, I fucked some girl with my daughter's exact hair and features twenty years ago who claimed to be a time traveler, and NOW my daughter has access to a time machine. Hmm. Hmm. Very coincidental.

Nope. He just munches away.

"Yeah, she's amazing," I mutter.

His hand rests on my arm and I look up, shocked. He asks gently, "What's wrong, Danielle?"

I lick my dry lips. I'm not brave enough to tell him or to even drop hints. "Nothing, daddy. Just tired." But his hand on my arm is sending tingles to naughty places. I can hardly stand it.

After dinner, I pace my room feeling frustrated. How could he forget? It was something special to me. Has he just been with so many women that they all run together? This one likes bondage, this one likes anal, this one claims to be my daughter, then disappears before my eyes?

No.

I tear open my door. There's no way someone could forget that. And then, the fact that I exist at all means he must have read the paper I'd left with mom's name on it. He went and married my mom, all because of my suggestion, right? Unless he left without looking at the paper and married mom by luck or fate.

I stomp down the hall toward my dad's room. But still, a girl who disappears. There's no way in hell he's forgotten that. There's no way to explain it away.

I knock on dad's door before I lose my nerve.

"Yeah."

I open his door and step into his room. The only light is from the table lamp on his night stand. He's propped up in bed, reading.

"Dad."

He takes in my nervous posture, my hands wringing together. "Danielle, are you really okay? If something's upsetting you, you can talk to me, baby."

I stomp over to his side and he stares up, startled.

How to begin... "This afternoon, I stopped at the lab."

"Right."

"Dr. Samuels has made a time machine," I prod gently.

"So you said." One dark eyebrow rises over one brown eye. "It's pretty amazing."

"Daddy," I close my eyes and inhale. "I went back in time."

There's a long silence and my eyelids part.

My daddy isn't smiling. His dark, brown eyes stare seriously into mine. It looks like disapproval in them. "I see," he says, finally.

What does he see?

He closes his book and sets it beside the lamp. "Have a seat, Danielle."

I know this tone. But why am I in trouble? I sit on the edge of his bed by his legs and watch him warily.

"It really happened?" he asks, clenching his jaw angrily.

My nipples harden. My clitoris swells. I swallow harshly. He does remember.

"Answer me," he demands.

I look up, shocked and ashamed. "Yes, daddy."

He looks away, as if disgusted. "You're my daughter, Danielle. I so regret my actions back then."

Hurt lances my heart. "Daddy!"

His eyes meet mine, seeming sad. "I can't believe I took advantage of my sweet baby."

"But you didn't!" I protest.

He holds up a hand, silencing me. This isn't going the way I'd hoped. "I wasn't a good guy back then, princess."

"But you did what I said! You found mom, you—"

"I did, God forgive me. I found Deliah. I loved her. We had a whole lot of good years together."

The source of the hurt bubbled up. "You don't want me, daddy?" I asked sadly.

His eyes softened. "I love you very much, but I rid myself of those feelings long ago and never looked back. I hope you understand that the one time we were together all those years ago can never be repeated."

One time. That means I won't return to the past again?

What did I expect my dad to do? Jump my bones? He's a good dad who only wants what's best for me. Which doesn't include satisfying my teenage lusts.

This daddy won't.

But the one in the past will.

Yes. I can use the time machine again.

I can go back as many times as I like.

And while I'm there, I'll give him so many filthy memories of me that he'll get hard whenever I walk by him here in the present.

"Do you understand, princess?" daddy asks me with those sad eyes.

I nod, trying to appear reformed. "Yes, dad." Then, as innocently as I can manage, I say, "I guess I can't reward you like I promised."

His lids lower fractionally. "Reward?"

"Nevermind," I say. "Good night, daddy."

As I pad back to my room, I wonder if he remembers my promise in the past to fuck him in the future. I wonder if it will keep him awake.

It'll keep me awake.

I get into my pajamas and crawl into bed, and I think about this afternoon.

About that young daddy in the past slapping my pussy with his fat cock.

I rub myself as I remember daddy's spicy tongue in my mouth.

His fingers in my hair.

His throbbing, leaking dick, plunging into my cunt.

Then I have the second-best orgasm of my life.

The next day is Saturday. I dress quickly and head to the lab before dad wakes up. I can't let him find out what I'm up to.

Dr. Samuels is almost always working early on Saturdays and she doesn't disappoint.

She busies herself with examining me. "How do you feel?"

"Great. Normal," I reply.

She nods. "Good. Now, I know I told you we'd wait a few days before our next attempt..."

My pulse quickens.

"...but I have a task I want you to perform in the past."

"Really? What task?"

"Take this money, set up in a hotel like you did before—it's a good idea in case you run across someone you know—and go to Jessop's antiques. Look for a pink dish set with a tall tea pot."

"That's specific."

"I bought the tea set in '96, I believe. So it should still be there. I love the set, but half of the cups are broken. Terrible shame."

"So, what do I do with it, once I've bought it?"

"Ship it to me. Set it to arrive today around noon."

I shrug. "I'll do my best."

"Yes," Dr. Samuels replies gleefully.

I'm fine with it.

She sets me up with another 90's outfit and sticks me in the time machine.

She presses panels, there's a flash, and once again, I'm sitting on the bench in front of the lab.

I set off, get my same hotel room. The female desk clerk recognizes me.

I change into my outfit. This time she's given me a black crop top with a wide neck, revealing my shoulders. A hot pink tank top goes underneath. Finally, a black skirt and sneakers.

"Rad!" the clerk says as I walk out.

I hit the antique shop first and easily find the hideous, pink tea set. I purchase it and head for the post office.

Surprisingly, no one bats an eye when I request to post-date the package.

Now, to find my dad.

Should I feel guilty for going against his wishes?

I don't, really. He fucked me, you know? Why does he get to decide when and where?

I walk quickly, not sure how much time I have left. Probably less than two hours.

He's not outside the law firm, not that I expected him to be.

I head to the alley where his goons grabbed me yesterday.

Nobody's around and my heart sinks. "Hello?" I call.

A thug slinks around the corner. He looks pretty vile. "Oh? Want a go, love?"

"Not with you," I say. "Where's McArthur?"

His expression hardens. "Mac?"

"Tell him Danielle is here."

The thug sneers at me.

"It'll make him angry if I wait long."

He sniffs and turns back the way he came.

I tap my toe for a few minutes and finally, my dad comes around the corner. I grin.

His smirk answers. "Fuck off, Neet," he tells the thug.

My dad offers his arm and I take it, happily. It feels so good to have his attention this way.

"Back so soon?" he asks, wryly as we head for the hotel. "Did I make an impression?"

I shiver. Such a difference in attitude between his nineteen-year-old self and his thirty-nine-year-old self. "Yes, daddy." Then I feel a bit worried. "Did I make an impression?" Obviously not much of one if he stops fantasizing about me.

He chuckles. "Yeah, you did. I went to check out that Deliah chick. Your mom." He shrugs. "Looks okay, I guess."

Jealousy wrenches my belly. I have to stop that. If he doesn't get with mom, I won't exist. "Okay."

"I about flipped when you disappeared like that yesterday."

"Sorry, daddy."

"Mmm," he rumbles, pulling me into his side. "Yeah, that's the stuff."

"Daddy?"

He bares his teeth at me. "Yeah, baby?"

"You don't want me in the future." I know I'm pouting, but I can't help it.

"What? Why the hell not?" He leans forward, checking out my chest.

I frown, wondering how to answer. "It's noble, really. He—I mean you—don't want to hurt me."

"That's kinda stupid, we've already fucked. No taking it back now."

"Eventually, you'll think it's wrong, though."

"We'll have to change that old man's mind, won't we?"

I thrill. He's conspiring with me against his future self! "How?"

"You're gonna do exactly what I like."

A shiver runs down my spine. "Daddy?"

He grins wickedly and his eyes sink to my chest. "Yeah, you'll do just what I like."

My pussy tingles.

We rush through the hotel and I grin. He wants me again. That daddy in the future will just have to deal with it.

I unlock the door and he pulls me into the room, into his arms.

See, this? This is what almost-forty daddy won't give me.

I grin wickedly. But he's giving it to me now. And he will as many times as I want. He can't stop me here. But he'll remember.

Daddy tugs on my shirts. "Let me see those perfect titties, baby."

I blush. "That's naughty, daddy."

"Mmm," he agrees with a rumble. He tugs again. "Lift your arms."

I do. He pulls the halter and tank from my body and my breasts spring free.

He moans shamelessly and plunges his face between my breasts. "Good God, these are magnificent."

My clit throbs at his words and I giggle. "Daddy."

He looks up at me from between my tits, his brown eyes dark with lust. "Have I told you how much I love titties?"

I gasp. "No, daddy."

He licks up the cleft between them. "I love them more than anything. Sucking them." He wraps his lips around my nipple. "Nibbling them." His teeth bite gently and my cunt throbs. "Yes. And yours are perfect. Made for me."

I whimper, moisture pooling in my panties. "Yes, daddy. For you."

He leads me to the bed and makes me sit. His lusty eyes peer down into mine. "But you know what I like best, baby?"

I lick my lips and shake my head.

He leans down to whisper in my ear. "Rubbing my dick on em."

I gasp again.

"Oh, yes," he murmurs. "I'm gonna get you to suck me. Suck me so sweet and tender. And when I'm all wet with your spit, I'm gonna fuck your nipple."

"My nipple?"

"Mmm," he agrees, throatily. "I'm gonna stick my dick right on your nipple and push in."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. "Won't that hurt me?"

His tongue darts out to lick my ear and one hand grabs a handful of my tit and squeezes. "Not with big, fat titties like this, baby. They'll swallow me up. And I'll be wet. And when I cum, I'm gonna come right inside your tit."

I whimper again, squirming, rubbing my legs together. This is what he likes best? "I'll do anything for you, daddy."

His breath escapes across my ear. "Yes. God, yes. That's my girl."

I squeeze my legs together as my clit throbs. He just said that last night about my grades. "Anything, daddy," I repeat. It sounds like a whine, like I'm begging.

"Yess," he hisses. "Do you remember what comes first?"

"You...you want me to suck you."

"That's right." He stands tall and looks down into my eyes expectantly. He's like a god, really. Young, handsome, demanding.

"Um, dad?"

"What?"

"Can you take off your shirt, please?"

His eyelids droop so they're almost closed. "You're such a slutty, little thing," he rumbles. He lifts his black shirt over his head. "There. Now what are you gonna do for me in return?"

I swallow.

"Say it, princess," he demands harshly.

"I'm going to suck daddy's dick."

He grunts. "Yeah."

He watches with eyes narrowed and I reach forward for his zipper. It slides down easily, and I work on the button.

He pushes his pants and boxers down slowly as I watch carefully and his long, hard dick springs up. My breath escapes me. Am I really going to taste daddy's dick?

"First time?" he asks, with one eyebrow up.

I nod, feeling shy.

"Lick me," he demands. "Start at the base, end at the tip."

I swallow. "Yes, daddy."

The first taste is salty, the smell is musky. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

"Yes, baby," dad croons from his throat. "Just like that. All over daddy's dick."

My pussy drips more with every lick and I moan at taste of cum on his tip.

"Now suck me. Sweet. Lots of spit."

How dirty. My breasts sway below me as I lean forward. I let the saliva pool in my mouth and I open to take him in. Before I reach him, he grabs his cock and smacks my bottom lip with it. Some of the spit I've gathered spills onto it.

I glare up at him, but the look of pure lust—his mouth hanging open, his eyes narrow and cold—makes me forget I'm angry. I stick out my tongue and take him into my wet mouth.

"That's it," he murmurs. "That's it, suck daddy's fat cock, princess."

I whimper and one of my hands goes under my skirt, pushing my panties aside. I have to touch myself or I'll die.

"Let me see," dad demands. "Let me see your fingers."

I hesitate, his cock still in my mouth.

"Now!"

My fingers slip away from my cunt and I hold them up for him to see. Glossy wet.

With a growl, he pushes my face from his cock and pushes me back on the bed. He yanks my panties away and flips my skirt up. "Gotta taste you, baby."

My eyes widen as daddy's head drops between my legs. He pulls my slippery clit into his mouth and sucks on it, making it swell further. I writhe from head to toe. "Daddy!" I cry.

"Mmm," he says. "God, you taste good. So wet, it's a shame not to fuck you here." He presses a finger into my folds.

"Please," I beg. "Please, daddy!"

He focuses on my lips, rising above me, his hard cock nudging at my entrance. "Please, what, princess? Be specific."

"Oh, daddy! Please!" I squeal. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck—"

His dick plunges into my sopping wet pussy. My legs wrap around his back and I pull him in tight. It feels so good when he's inside me. Filling me.

"Uh," he grunts, thrusting harder, grinding into my cervix. Then he pulls out.

"No," I protest. "No, daddy. Fuck me more, daddy. Please!"

"Didn't you say you'd do anything for me?" he asks in a hard voice.

I'm ashamed again. I moan in answer.

"Now, sit up."

I do as he asks, and he drags two fingers through my wet lips and wipes the moisture on his cock head.

He rises to his knees and swipes his dick around my nipple.

My tongue falls out of my mouth from the pleasure.

"Oh, yes," he says, poking my nipple with the hole in his cock. "You're the kinda girl who likes this."

I can't argue as his head pushes into my tit. I do like this. I like daddy's dick forcing its way into my titty.

His hand strokes up and down his shaft as he gently rocks his hips back and forth, making the head disappear inside my tit. That's as far as it can go, but it feels so good that my cunt is leaking onto the bed.

But then he gets a little rougher. "Oh, yes that titty," daddy moans. "So fuckin soft. So gooood."

"Daddy!" I squeal. It still feels good but it's starting to hurt too.




Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 02



"Let daddy cum in your tit, Danielle." His hand strokes faster, then he lets go of his cock and grabs my tit with both hands, pumping into it hard.

It hurts.

"Oh, fucking God, if I fuckin die let me be inside my daughter's plump titty when I do," he mutters, making a dent in my breast where there shouldn't be.

It hurts so bad, but it also feels so good. Daddy's fucking my nipple. I have to rub myself.

"Uh, that's right, baby, touch that clit while I fuck your titty. Mmm, I'm about to cum, Danielle."

His dick bursts in my tit, just like he promised and with his jaw hanging slack, he swirls his semen around on my nipple.

He moans with satisfaction. "Oh my God that felt good."

I pant, feeling dirty.

"This'll be my fuckin tit," he says, drawing his cum over my breast with his dick. "And this..." he moves his dick to my other breast. "This'll be my slapping tit." He slaps my nipple with his fat cock. I grunt.

I shiver as I gaze up at his crazed eyes. He really does love this.

He stares back. "Now will you remember this all your life?"

I gasp and nod.

He grins harshly. "You can bet I will too, baby."

I stare down at the cum dripping off of my breast. I have a crazy urge to leave it there, let it dry under my shirt and wear it home. Let that daddy in the future see the stain, smell his own scent, dry on my nipple.

I whimper at the thought.

"Aw," my dad says, sounding a bit mocking. "Are you unsatisfied, baby girl?"

I nod, staring shyly into his narrowed eyes.

"Well, you did what I like," he says, stroking his cock to full length again, licking his lips at the memory. "Now what can I do for you?"

I pant. What do I want? More than anything?

"Say it."

"Daddy, put your dick on my clit, like yesterday. Please, daddy."

His eyes slits, his lips spreading in an evil grin, he shoves me onto my back. His thick dick swiping at my dripping cunt before dragging it over my clit.

I shudder and moan. "Yes."

"Mmm." He leans forward so he can talk in my ear again. I know he's going to talk dirty and I shudder again. "You like daddy's dick."

"Yes," I moan. His swirling around my clit giving me constant, wonderful pleasure.

"Wouldn't it be nice if your little bud would open up so I could fuck inside it?" He pushes his cockhead directly onto the center of my clit, as if he can do it.

My mouth falls open. I'm about to cum. "Daddeee!" I plead.

He swipes roughly back and forth and I burst. "Ah, ah, ah," I cry.

He realizes what's happening and shoves his big, fat cock into me, all the way in, filling me, and I throb around him. I moan and writhe. "Daddy! Oh, God, Daddy!"

His teeth bite down on my neck and I yelp from the pain and pleasure. He stills, his cock jerking recklessly as he comes again, this time right against my cervix.

"Daddy," I murmur happily as he collapses on top of me, his own cum smearing off my titty and onto his chest.

Dad waits while I shower and get dressed. He lounges on the bed, watching me cram my jiggly boobs back into my tank top.

"When are you coming back?" he asks, not taking his eyes from my chest.

This daddy is so crass. I have to remember that he doesn't know me as well as I know him. He doesn't really love me or remember me.

"As soon as I can," I murmur with a smile.

A few minutes later, he watches me fade from his time.

Again, with a bright light, I show up in the time machine.

Dr. Samuels greets me with a smile.

She's curious about her tea set and I tell her I sent it.

I wait around with her until noon and sure enough, the package arrives.

She croons over the ugly pink dishes and I say goodbye.

"Come back tomorrow!" she begs, greed in her eyes.

"I will," I promise.

When I arrive home, still in my ninety's clothes, my dad rushes me at the door.

He looks furious, and I stare up at him in fear.

"What the hell were you thinking, Danielle May McArthur?" he demands. He looks at my outfit and turns white. "I was quite clear when I told you it couldn't happen again. You agreed!"

"So you remember?"

"Of course I remember! I was sitting at the office today and the memories just pop into my head, one after another! I had to excuse myself from a meeting!"

"Why?"

"Why what?" he demands. He shakes his head with so much disappointment, I almost regret what I've done.

"Why did you have to excuse yourself from the meeting?"

His face reddens and his eyes drop to my chest. He turns and heads for the stairs.

"Dad!" I call, chasing after him.

"Danielle, go to your room," he rumbles.

"I'm not a child, dad. Tell me why you left the meeting."

"Why the hell did you go back? I told you I wasn't a good person back then." His eyes reluctantly drop to my tits again, then back into my eyes. He's got that horrible sad look from last night. "Did I hurt you?"

What will he do if I say yes? "No, daddy. Quite the opposite."

"You—" he licks his lips. "You liked it."

"Yes, daddy. I liked it. All of it."

His eyes darken for a moment and I wonder what he's thinking of. My tongue on his dick? Thrusting into my breast? Cumming there? Slapping my other nipple? Shooting cum into my cunt for the second time? "I was taking advantage of you, don't you see? I was using your love for me to do things I couldn't get other girls to do."

I'm panting, my chest is heaving. Doesn't he see how much his words are turning me on?

He swallows and closes his eyes in a wince. "Don't do it again. I don't want to have to call Dr. Samuels and ask her to end your volunteer status. I know it means a lot to you."

"You wouldn't!" I cry.

He stands tall, imperial. "I would." He turns and heads upstairs.

But tomorrow I am going to go back in time again anyways.

Because I saw something faint in daddy's eyes as he looked at my chest a moment ago.

Lust.



Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 03



The next morning, after I shower, I head downstairs for breakfast.

Dad's leaning over the island counter, munching an English muffin, reading the paper. He's still in the black t-shirt and sweats he wears to bed.

He's really a good-looking man. Fit from years of squash and cycling. Dark hair that sweeps to the side neatly. Dark eyes that give nothing away when he notices me come in.

"Morning, daddy." I head to the refrigerator to get the milk.

"Morning," he says gruffly.

"What are you up to today?" I ask innocently.

"Got a squash match against Bradley," he says grinning. "This'll break the tie."

"Get him, dad."

He laughs. "You know I will." He finishes his breakfast and cleans up after himself. "What are you doing today?"

I swallow. "I want to get over to the mall with Angela. She says they're having a big sale."

He nods, happily accepting the lie. "Good. Get some nice new things."

I sigh when he leaves the kitchen and manage to finish my cereal.

Then I head back to the lab.

Dr. Samuels is thrilled to see me. She already has another mission for me in the past. "This is trickier," she warns.

I wait, intrigued.

"I need you to steal something."

"Steal?" I frown.

"Don't worry, it's something that's rightfully mine anyway."

I sigh. I'll do whatever it takes to go back. "Tell me."

"February of 1995, my grandmother gave my little sister her Irish wedding band. It should have gone to the oldest, me, but sis got engaged first." The doctor frowns. "Not right is it?"

"Unfair," I humor her.

"She'll still be living with my mom, but all of us went on vacation the summer of 95 and I know for a fact she didn't take the ring on the cruise."

"So, break into your parent's joint, get the ring."

"Yes. And even though it's small, I still need you to mail it. I don't know what will happen if you try to bring it back with you."

She loads me into the time machine with more 90's clothes and bills and presses panels almost frantically. The power is really going to the Doctor's head.

There's the flash and I find myself on the bench outside the lab. 1995.

I head back to my usual hotel.

"Hi again!" the desk clerk says when she sees me. "I've got a room waiting for you."

She's not much older than me, so maybe she thinks we can be friends. I smile at her. "Thanks."

"I really like your style," she gushes. "So eclectic. Like, what you're wearing now? Where did you get that?"

I look down at my rainbow-striped, one-piece jumper. It's a few years old to me, but to her, it's futuristic. "Oh, my friend made it for me," I lie.

"Good friend!" She checks me out more.

She's seen me bring daddy back to the hotel twice. I wonder if she thinks I'm a slut.

I get in the room and swap my outfit. This time, the doctor's packed me a jean dress and a matching headband. I frown at it. I wish I had time to shop, but I just don't. Her current task will take too long and I need to see my daddy.

I sigh, my nipples tightening. Daddy.

You know, my dad is no stranger to breaking the law. I wonder how he'd like to help me with a little B&E.

I head for the alleyway where my dad hangs out with his thugs and I'm surprised to see him, leaning against a building, waiting for me.

My heart flutters. "Dad?"

He looks up with a pleased grin.

My heart thrashes. Is daddy falling for me?

He runs a hand through his thick, black hair. "What's up, princess?"

"I need your help, daddy."

He pulls me into a tight hug, obviously relishing the feeling of my breasts squashed against his chest. He inhales deeply in my hair. "Anything for you, baby."

Yess, I want to moan. He's into me. I'm immediately wet, ready for him.

I snap myself out of it. Suddenly, I'm wary. How will he react to my request? "I need you to help me steal something."

He pulls back to look at me and what I see in his eyes isn't offense but excitement. Not just thrill excitement, either. I can feel an erection grow between us.

Daddy's dirty. I blush as he grins. He knows I feel it.

"What are we stealing?"

We head to the address Dr. Samuels gave me and stare up at the gorgeous house.

"Act natural," he murmurs, and pulls me around back, through the gate and into the overgrown garden. As we walk through the plants, he reaches back and pinches my tit—the one he fucked yesterday. The memory floods me, making me gasp.

He turns his head and I see his wicked smirk.

Where was my future daddy when I got into the time machine? Where will he be when this memory hits him?

"I think it's working," I tell this young daddy. "I think we're making your future self think naughty thoughts about me."

He looks back to glare at me. It looks like jealousy in his eyes. "Oh yeah?"

I swallow. "He kept looking at my boobs."

He turns to shove me against a trellis. "He wants to fuck them," he growls nastily. "He wants to put his dick on my titties."

His titties? God, I'm wet. How is he so jealous of himself?

"Will you want to—" I swallow hard. "—do that twenty years from now?"

He grimaces, yanking hard on my dress. "I want to fuck that tit every day of my life until I die."

"I'll let you, daddy." I peer into his eyes, hoping future daddy pays close attention to this memory, wherever he gets it. "I'll let you put your dick anywhere."

He bites his tongue. "Promise?" He looks threatening.

I stare back, feeling cold on my neck. "I promise."

He nods, his mouth open. His eyes scan my body, searching for places to penetrate. "Yeah, anywhere. I like that."

I catch my breath. Now! I want his fat cock on me now!

His eyelids droop lustfully as he takes in my expression. "Such a naughty, little slut, Danielle. Craving your own sweet father's cock."

I lean into him with a needy moan.

He chuckles cruelly as he holds me back. "We have to steal this ring, or your scientist won't let you come back in time anymore, baby," he croons, mockingly.

"Dad!" I scold.

He just bares his teeth. "This way." He pops a screen out of the kitchen window and pushes up on the pane. He grins when it slides up easily. "Ladies first," he says, holding out his hands to boost me.

I step up and slide my top half through the window. I pull one knee up, pulling my dress up so I can spread my legs and step on the counter inside.

I feel my dad's face press into my panties. "Mmm," he hums, vibrating my pussy and ass.

I yelp and almost fall forward onto the counter, but he grabs me around the waist, holding me in place. He runs his hot tongue along my panties. "Oh my God," he murmurs. "You're leaking."

My arms wobble on the sill, but he doesn't let me fall.

"Why are you so wet, baby?" His lips move on my pussy the vibrations making me weak.

"Because of you!" I moan helplessly.

"What do you mean?" He croons innocently. His tongue darts out, nudging my clit with the tip.

"Ohh, daddy, you know. You were talking earlier." My jaw drops and my eyes roll up in my head as he gently bites my clit through my panties. I squeak.

"What did I say, Danielle?" he murmurs with authority. "What part got you so wet?"

"You—you claimed my titties, daddy!"

He rumbles into my pussy. "Yeah."

"You want to put your dick all over me!"

"Mmyeah," he moans and I hear the thump of him thrusting against the side of the house below me.

His face leaves my panties and he helps me safely onto the counter. When I look back, I see him climbing into the window, his dark eyes peering into mine hungrily.

My heart jumps crazily. He wants me so bad.

I jump down from the counter and his eyes take in the streak of juice and spit my ass left on the smooth surface.

He scrambles down and off the counter. His hands flex and he licks his lips as he stares crazily at my tits.

"Daddy?" I whimper, feeling kindof scared.

He grabs me by the waist and throws me over his shoulder.

"Daddy!" I cry.

"Shut up," he snaps.

I gasp, he's never in my life told me to shut up.

"Anywhere I want, you said," he grates, hefting me up the stairs.

"What?" I ask, eyes wide.

"You said," he growls, "I could put my fat cock anywhere on your body."

My cunt throbs so hard, I wonder if he can hear it.

He kicks open doors until he finds a bed.

He throws me down on it.

"Daddy?"

"Shut the fuck up!" he roars, eyes tight with determination, flipping me over onto my hands and knees.

I whimper quietly, feeling scared now.

I hear his zipper. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind."

He lifts my dress and pulls my panties aside. A shock stuns me as his fat cock plunges into my tight pussy. My breath heaves out of me.

"Tight," he grunts. "Wet. Very good, baby."

My mouth falls open. Thank God he sounds kindof normal again.

He pumps in and out of me long and slow, making pressure build inside me. I moan happily. It feels so good!

Suddenly, he pulls out and I whine in protest.

"Shut the fuck up, or I won't let you cum."

My mouth snaps shut.

"I've never done this before," he murmurs.

Never done what? I dare not ask. I pout. I want to cum.

He shifts my panties again and I feel his wet cockhead probing at my asshole.

I start to sputter a protest.

"Anywhere!" he reminds me roughly. "You promised." His head pushes in and I bite down on the pillow so I don't scream. It doesn't exactly hurt, but it's so strange, I can barely stand it!

Farther and farther into my ass daddy plunges. I hear him gasp. "Hot," he moans in a higher voice than I've ever heard him use. "Dear God, Danielle. Your ass is so fucking hot inside. Uh. My dick is gonna melt!"

His words make my clit ache, even though his big cock is in a very bad place.

He moans and doesn't stop as he starts moving inside my asshole.

Feeling horribly ashamed, my hand reaches down to my engorged clitoris. I twitch.

"Fuck," he says in that higher voice. "You're squeezing me."

My fingers tug at my clit, then plunge into my pussy.

"Yeess," he groans. "Your ass is gooood." He pumps in, panting.

I know he's about to cum. I have to hurry. I work my clit, then pussy, then clit. And I bite down harder on the pillow as a huge orgasm blasts over me. "Uuuhh," I groan into the pillow ashamed, but awash in ecstasy.

He jerks, and I know he's cumming in my ass. "Danielle!" he cries. "Fuck, you fuckin'—ugh. God, yeah." He pulls slowly out and I cup my pussy, still throbbing.

I wonder what he was about to call me when he came. Surely something extremely nasty, but I kindof want to know.

Dad wipes his dick on the blanket and looks into my eyes. "I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay, I...kindof liked it."

He smirks slowly. "Damn, you're a slut, princess."

I bite my lip. Maybe he's right.

I fix myself up and we find the ring, right where Dr. Samuels said it would be.

"I have to ship this," I tell him.

He nods. "I'll straighten up here. Fix the screen and everything. Cover our tracks."

"Oh. Okay."

"I'll meet you back at the hotel."

I ship the ring as quickly as possible and run to the hotel. I really don't think I have much time left.

Dad is waiting in the lobby and he smiles, almost gently.

In the room, he says, "I don't know if I can go through with it, you know, getting with your mom."

I stare. "You have to! If you don't, I won't be born! I don't know what will happen but it won't be good."

He sneers at the floor. "Fuck."

"What's wrong? You said she was pretty. And she's got bigger boobs than me."

He examines my chest. "No she doesn't."

"They must get bigger when she gets pregnant, then. Because in my time, her boobs are gigantic."

One of his eyebrows rises in interest. He shakes his head. "I only want you now."

I know I'm grinning. "Oh daddy. You have no idea how happy that makes me. But you just have to, or I won't exist. Please."

He takes a deep breath. "She won't do the things you do for me, baby."

I stare at his handsome face. "I bet she will. You can convince her."

As I watch him, I realize I have to stop this. I've messed with something important so recklessly, it'll be a miracle if it can be fixed.

"I promise," I tell him. "Just like I promised before. I'll reward you twenty years from now."

He pulls me close to him. "Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"

Suddenly, I want to cry. "I don't want to. But if I don't, you'll never get together with my mom. Who knows what that would do to our lives?"

He kisses me fiercely, his cinnamon tongue stroking mine. Is this the last time I'll ever kiss daddy? My heart hurts at the thought.

I feel that strange pull and he says, "Goodbye, baby."

The light flashes.

Dr. Samuels stares into my eyes excitedly.

I hold back tears and nod to her. "I sent the ring."

Dr. Samuels begs me to come back tomorrow, but I tell her I'm taking a break from time travelling.

As I head home, I wonder if she'll find a new guinea pig to go back and do work for her in the past.

I'm feeling so down as I pull the car in.

I trudge to the front door. I love him. I love him and I'll never be with him.

Tires squeal and my neck jerks to see my dad's black convertible racing dangerously up the driveway.

Before he even gets out, I can see the rage in his eyes. He's staring furiously. At me.

I yelp and fumble with the key in the lock.

I throw the door open, terrified of my dad for the first time in my life. He's never hit me. Never spanked me. But right now he looks like he wants to beat the hell out of me.

"Danielle!" he roars, running up to the house. "Danielle, you stop right there!" His voice sends a cold shock down my spine. No way am I stopping. 

I run up the stairs. "I'm sorry, daddy!" I scream. "I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! Please!"

I head for my room. I'm fast, but he's faster.

I run through the door, and slam it.

But daddy catches it and steps through my doorway.

He's breathing hard from running. His eyes are dark slits of rage. "Danielle," he growls. "You disobeyed me. Again."

I cower and back away from him, bumping into my writing desk.

Trapped.

"I told you to stop," he growls angrily. "I told you to stop but you just didn't fucking listen."

"I know. I know, daddy. Just listen. I'm sorry. I'm never going back, I told Dr—"

"Enough," he cuts in with a roar. He steps forward, large and intimidating, glaring down at me. "I'd buried this, but you just couldn't leave it there, you greedy, little cunt."

I wince. He's never called me anything so foul before. "Daddy," I whimper with pain. He hates me now. He hates me and it's all my fault.

I tremble with fear as he reaches me. His head tilts to my ear. "That reward?" he rumbles, low and sneering. "I'll take it now."

Fear and surprise war within me. I gaze up into his eyes, filled black with lust. "Huh?" I ask. My nipples tighten, but the fear still grips me.

"Oh yess," he hisses into my ear. His hand circles my neck. "You can do exactly what I like."

My pussy throbs violently. Oh my God. Daddy wants me. This daddy. This forbidden one. The one who loves me.

My head turns toward his and he grips my neck, forcing me to kiss him. It's not gentle. His tongue rams into my mouth. "Awww, this taste," he grunts. His dark eyes focus on my breasts, straining against my dress.

Then his eyes meet mine. "Daddy?" I whisper.

"What the fuck do you expect, Danielle?" he asks roughly. He digs his fingers into my sides. "You let me fuck you, let me cum in you. You let me lick you. You let me in your ass! You think I can get that out of my head?"

His words light in my chest.

He drags me to my bed and makes me sit. "Let me see my titties," he demands in my ear.

I take a shuddering breath. His titties.

"Let me see, baby," he says, changing his tone, lighter, but his eyes are still dark, his lids still low.

My promise. Daddy's reward. I lick my lips continuously, bouncing so I can pull my dress out from under me then over my head.

A long hiss comes from daddy's mouth as he watches my bare breasts bounce into view. He falls to his knees in front of me and his mouth dives for my tit. He holds it with both hands and swirls his tongue around my nipple, making me gasp. "My fuckin tit," he murmurs to it. He remembered.

He turns to the other, grabbing it lovingly with both hands. He takes this nipple into his mouth and sucks, rolling it around with his tongue. "Mmm. Slapping titty. I'm gonna slap you today, baby."

I moan, finally unable to contain it.

As if he can't stop himself, he thrusts his face between my breasts, pulling them close to his cheeks with his hands. "Aaaaaah," he moans shamelessly. "You did something bad, baby."

He's talking to me now. His eyes accusing me.

"You seduced your father. A dirty thing."

My heart sinks. "I'm so sorry." Nothing is worth his disappointment. It hurts so much.

"But I still love you."

Joy returns as I look down at his smirking face between my tits. So close. "Daddy," I murmur.

"I loved you back then, too."

My heart fills with happiness. "I love you too, Daddy. Now and then."

He swallows suddenly... nervous?

"Take me to your bed, daddy."

Anger flashes for a moment, but I'm not scared anymore.

"You've been so good, for so long, baby," I croon.

His eyes narrow darkly. I've never called him that before.

I lean close to his ear. "Don't you want your reward?"

He surges to his feet, lifting me over his shoulder once again. He barges down the hallway and kicks open his door. He tosses me to the bed and starts to crawl on top of me.

"No, daddy," I say, pushing him back with my hands. "Let me."

My big, muscular dad lets me push him onto his back.

"Let me see if I remember what you like best," I tease.

I watch him swallow.

"Let's see. What was first? Oh, yes." I pull open his fly.

"Danielle," he murmurs.

"Don't you remember what comes first, daddy?" I grab the waist of his pants and tug, forcing him to lift his hips. I pull his pants off, his large, stiff cock springs free.

His throat is dry as he asks. "What comes first?"

"Well, first," I say, licking my lips. "First I have to get you nice and wet with my mouth."

His chest heaves. "Yeah, baby."

I gather saliva in my mouth and open so he can see the little pool. He grunts his approval.

I bend before him, making sure he can see the sway of my large breasts. A drip of spit falls from my mouth onto one tit. My hand wraps around daddy's fact cock and I slap the head against my lower lip, causing saliva to splash.

He sighs and his cock twitches.

I wrap my wet lips around him, letting the saliva spill down his dick. I suck gently before lifting away. "What comes next?" I ask myself, listening to daddy pant. "Oh, yes, I remember."

I reposition myself, bowing over his waist, letting my breast swing and smack his cock.

He moans almost painfully. "Oh God."

The sound makes me want to touch myself so bad, but I don't. I swirl his cockhead, wet with my spit, around my nipple.

"Baby!" he cries. He thrusts, trying to stab into my tit.

God, I want this cock inside me so bad. But this is daddy's reward. "Daddy, do you want my titty on your cock?"

"Yess," he hisses, trying to fuck my tit again. "Don't tease. Let me in, Danielle," he demands.

His dick leaks as I push my nipple against his little slit. My teeth grind and I shudder. So naughty.

He grunts, grabbing my tit with both hands, pulling the tender flesh down around his cockhead.

Oh, it hurts, so why does it feel so good. "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby. Oh my dear fffucking God!" he curses maniacally, squeezing my boob flesh around him. "Thiss," he hisses. "So fucking good, baby, your titty. Please, please, don't make me stop."

My mouth hangs slack watching my dad, crazy with lust, cramming his dick where it shouldn't go. "Oh, daddy," I moan. "Fuck my tit."

He whimpers, jerking against my nipple. "Uh! Uh!" he cries as hot cum shoots into my boob. "Oh God," he murmurs hoarsely as his dick drags his cum aross my tit. I offer him my other tit and he gasps, slapping his cum covered dick on that nipple.




Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 03



"My turn, daddy," I demand, sliding out of my soaked panties and crawling up his body.

His eyes widen. "Get a condom." He points to the drawer of his bedside table.

"No."

His chest heaves again. "Get one!"

"No, daddy." I position myself over his dick which is hardening again. My hand runs through the dark curls on his chest.

"Danielle," he protests, but doesn't stop me from lowering my soaked, throbbing pussy down around his cockhead. His eyes squeeze closed. "This is wrong," he moans.

I slide down lower, his fully stiff dick stretching me wonderfully. I get down to his base, his head against the deepest part of me and I twist slightly.

His eyes fly open and he gasps. "Oh shit. Oh no."

"Yes," I murmur, out of my mind with need. "Let me fuck you, daddy."

"Danielle, don't make me cum," he groans, thrashing his head. "I'm bare in you."

I whimper, almost climaxing at his words. "Yes, daddy."

"I can't cum inside you. I can't!" Yet he thrusts upward, bashing my cervix.

"It's mine," I moan. "Your fat cock, your thick cum. Mine, daddy!"

"Guh," he grunts. "Danielle, yes."

Yes. His approval flushes my body with pleasure and I cum, hard around him. He watches with wide eyes as I pulse and hump. "Daddy!"

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum in you!"

"Yes!" I cry, my orgasm still throbbing. "In me, please!"

Then I feel him jerk, his dick spewing spurt after spurt of thick cum inside me.

"Mmm," I murmur, falling against his chest in bliss.

Later that night, my dad makes a call and orders Chinese food for dinner.

We can't stop staring at each other and smiling. It feels so good and I'm so happy.

When the doorbell rings, I tell my dad I'll get it.

I pull open the door. This has to be the cutest delivery guy I've ever seen and about my age, maybe a little older. He has curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He grins happily showing all of his teeth.

"Hi!" I say, smiling back. Cute. "Where's the food?"

"Food?" He eyes me curiously, but still happy.

"Yeah... Aren't you the delivery guy?"

He frowns. "Of course not, mom."

I stare, my heart dropping into my stomach. "What?"

He points behind him and I see a familiar, metal shape resting on the lawn.

Dr. Samuels' time machine.

The guy grins. "It's my first time jump and I came to see you, mom!" He pulls me into a tight hug but I can't manage to hug him back.

He looks at me. "Aren't you happy to see me?" He sounds hurt.

I try my best to take this all in. I'm going to have a son? "Um. Nice to meet you?"

"Wow," he says, looking at me. "You're nineteen?"

I nod, stunned.

Something devious enters his eyes as he laughs. "I'm older than you! I'm twenty-one."

He looks around me into the house. "Aren't you gonna invite me in?"

"I... I don't know if that's a good idea." Something jumps into my brain. "You were born when?"

"This is June, 2015?"

I nod.

"Well, I was born March 3rd, 2016. So, you're probably pregnant now."

I swallow hard. "You need to go. My dad can't know."

"Grandpa's here?" he tries to peer around me again.

"Please," I beg this strange guy. "I need you to leave."

He smiles softly. "Anything for you, mom. I'll come back tomorrow morning."

Monday. I nod.

He waves with a sweet smile and I watch him get in the time machine and blink at the flash as it disappears. Seconds later the Chinese delivery guy pulls up the drive.

"Danielle?" Dad calls from the kitchen. "What's taking so long?"

"Oh, just a sec, dad. He forgot something in his car."

I stare at the flat patch of grass left by the time machine.

I'm pregnant?

Daddy got me pregnant.



Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 04



Pregnant.

Daddy made me pregnant. What am I going to do? I'm still in college! I can't have a baby! Much less one from my dad.

But thinking of that makes me warm. I wrap my arms around my flat tummy. Daddy put a seed in me.

I glance at my clock and frown. My dad will already have left for work. I wonder if I should tell him about the baby. Should I tell him that our son from the future showed up at our door last night?

I sit up, suddenly. My son said he'd return today. I look down at my flimsy nightgown. I can't see him like this!

I quickly get in the shower. I think of my son. He was so cute! A lot like my dad. I swallow. Our dad. I rest my head against the cold shower tiles. So, we're half-siblings? That is so twisted.

"Mom?" I hear a deep voice call from outside my bathroom.

Holy shit! He's here already? "Um, just a second!"

I hurry up and get out of the shower. I reach for a towel, but there aren't any clean ones. Oh great.

Swallowing, I pull the bathroom door open a crack, so I can peek out. I see dark, curly hair and then, one dark brown eye peers back at me. He smiles. "Hey mom."

"Listen, umm..."

"Seth," he says.

Oh, I've always loved that name! "Seth, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What's up?" He's so comfortable and I'm completely nervous.

"Get me a towel out of my dad's bathroom?"

His eyes narrow and drop to the middle of the door, then back. "Sure."

He turns. Suddenly, I remember my dress and panties that are probably still strewn across my dad's floor from yesterday. "Wait!" I cry.

He looks back.

"You'll actually have to get one from the laundry room, I think."

He watches me curiously for a second. "Okay."

I wait anxiously for his return. This is not turning out very well. How did he get in the house?

A few minutes later, he returns with a fluffy white towel. I quickly pull it through the crack in the door. "Okay, now can you wait outside my room?"

He hesitates. "Sure, mom."

Jeeze. Shouldn't he know not to come inside a girl's room without asking? But then, I guess he'd be comfortable enough, as I'm his mother and all.

So weird.

I dress quickly in a black tee shirt and grey shorts and pull open the door. Seth is waiting in the hallway. His cheeks are kind of red.

Why the hell is he blushing? A suspicious thought crosses my mind and I look back at my door's keyhole. He wouldn't. Would he? When I look, Seth is staring back at me, smiling pleasantly.

No. That was crazy. Of course he wouldn't spy on his own mother through a keyhole.

He chuckles. "Hi mom."

I shake my head in wonder. "Hi, um, son."

He laughs. "You're so different here."

"What do you mean? How?"

"Well, for one thing, in the future, you're not nervous around me."

He noticed. "Sorry! I'm just a little stunned, you know?"

"Sure. I get it."

"Look, I'm starving. Have you eaten?" I head for the stairs and he follows.

"Of course. You made me breakfast."

"I did? That was nice of me. What are you still doing living at home? You said you were twenty-one?"

"Ouch, mom. I'm a law student. I'm home for the summer." Law. Just like his daddy.

"Really? I'm a student, too."

"Right. Physics."

Of course. He knows all about me. It makes me feel warm inside. It's nice to know that I'll be loved by my son in the future.

We go to the kitchen and I get a bowl of cereal. "So what do I end up doing after college?" I ask him.

He frowns, thoughtfully. It's cute. "I don't think I should tell you about your future."

I scoff. "You already did! Just by telling me who you are!"

He grins sheepishly. "Oh."

I nod, happy to have made a point. But I don't press him further.

He watches me eat and I try not to notice. Finally, I can't stand it. "Why are you staring at me?" I ask, glaring at him.

Surprise enters his eyes followed by a flash of something dark. "You're just different. I mean, I've always thought you were beautiful, mom, but right now you're just... really cute." His eyes go wide and he buries his face in his hands. "I can't believe I just said that."

I can't either. But it was nice. I know he's my future son, but I don't know him. It just feels like a compliment from a stranger. A handsome, slightly older man. "It's okay."

"Really?" he asks hopefully. "You don't think I'm disgusting?"

"No way. I think you're cute, too." I tell him honestly. And how can I judge him, considering my feelings for daddy?

His eyes darken again and his jaw muscles flex.

I finish my breakfast and clean up. Seth trails me around the kitchen. I feel like grinning. He must be a mama's boy.

Suddenly, he forces me against the counter and crushes his mouth onto mine.

My eyes fly open and I struggle to push him away. His mouth is new, but also oddly familiar.

His hands gripping my sides feel a lot like my daddy's hands. His eyes are dark like daddy's but unsure, somehow innocent.

I push against him, more gently now, and he releases me.

"What the hell?" I ask mildly.

His head drops to rest on my shoulder. Shame comes off of him in waves. "Oh God mom, I'm so sorry."

He's older than me, so why's he acting like a kid? "I'm not mad," I tell him gently.

He lifts his head so he can look down at me, his eyes a little crazed, a lot hopeful. "Mom."

I swallow. Damn it. He wants me. "What's going on with you?"

He bends a bit, resting his forehead against the top of my head. He seems so comfortable, I have to assume he does this all the time in the future. "Oh, God mom," he says gruffly. "I love you so much."

That is so strange. But really nice and fuzzy, too. "Okay..." I can't really tell him I love him in return, though, can I? I don't know him.

"I've wanted you for so long."

I swallow, hard. A confession from my son. "Do I know this? In the future?"

He turns his head from me and I gaze up at his red cheeks. "I tried to tell you, but you didn't want to hear it."

Something tender breaks in my heart. I know how he feels. Daddy didn't consider me until I went back in time and let him fuck my brains out. Three times.

And here is the exact situation in reverse. I can pay it forward, in a way. I could take this man into my bed and force my future self to see him sexually. I could send a few naughty visions directly to my forty-one-year-old self. Surely the old girl needs some excitement.

I shake my head harshly. What the hell am I thinking? I have daddy!

Yet, I feel Seth's pain. "Are you a virgin?" I ask. The question is ridiculous. He's a tall, muscular, handsome, twenty-one-year-old in college. Of course he's gotten laid a hundred times.

"Mom!" he protests, full of embarrassment. "God."

"Answer me," I demand. He's my son, so he has to do what I say, right? Even if he is older than me.

His eyes snap to mine. "Yes! Okay? I'm a virgin!" He turns from me and leans against the counter. "Damn it. I wanted you to think I was cool."

Really. SO cute! It kinda makes me feel good that he hasn't been with a girl yet. I guess I raise a good boy. "Why haven't you fucked anyone?"

He's startled by my cursing. "You always told me only to be with the one I love. I mean, you don't have many rules, but that's one of them." Something I passed along, huh?

"So? Haven't you loved anyone?"

He takes a deep breath and swipes his curly hair from his eyes, so he can peer down into mine. "Only you, mommy."

I gulp. My nipples harden against my will.

Seth's eyes are drawn to them, protruding noticeably under my black t-shirt. I cross my arms. We have to get out of this suddenly dangerous territory.

"Do you like video games?" I ask.

He grins. "Sure. But you don't."

"What? Yes I do."

"Well, you never play them with me in the future."

I wonder why. "Well, I like them now. So, let's play some."

For a moment he inspects my face. I really don't know what he's looking for. "Okay."

I lead him into the den and we play a few rounds of a fighting game where he beats me horribly.

He laughs and teases, "You suck at this."

I frown at him. "No wonder I don't play with you in the future."

He grins.

I hear a thump from the front of the house.

"Danielle?" my dad calls.

"Holy fucking shit," I whisper with my heart in my throat. "Seth, you have to hide!"

"What? No, I want to see grandpa when he's younger."

"Absolutely not," I gasp. "Hide!"

With a frown, he climbs into the den's closet. He closes the slotted, sliding door. I place my finger to my mouth, eyes wide, silently begging him to be quiet.

"Danielle?"

I quickly reset the game. "In here, dad!"

He pokes his head into the den doorway, smiling. He's in his black suit and red tie, looking devilish. His black hair smoothed back neatly. My daddy is a fox. "I've got an hour for lunch. Thought you might like a sandwich from the deli."

I smile back. "Thanks dad, but I just ate breakfast."

"Lazy bones," he teases. "I'm not really hungry either. I'll just stick these in the fridge."

"Okay, daddy." I wait for him to walk away and I approach the slots in the closet door. "Seth," I whisper.

"Yeah?" he whispers back.

I swallow. "I've never been allowed to have boys over. If he sees you, he'll think the worst."

"The worst?" he repeats. I hear him inhale. "Oh."

"Where'd you park the time machine?"

"Backyard. Wanted to get the key from the koi pond and surprise you."

I wave frantically at the door as I hear my dad returning. I spin around to face him.

Daddy smiles at me, that new, lopsided smile that appeared after we had sex last night. It thrills me. "I've been thinking," he says, approaching me. His eyes are narrowing, dropping to my chest. "I should have asked you to sleep in my bed, last night."

Flames cover my cheeks. "Oh."

He tilts his head toward the couch and sits down. "Want to sit on daddy's lap for a while?"

I moisten my lips. Hell yes I want to sit on his lap. "Don't you need to take off your pants first?" I ask, blushing at my naughtiness.

I hear a soft gasp behind me. Oh my God! How could I have forgotten about Seth almost immediately? Daddy's words made me.

But my dad's already ridding himself of his pants, so he doesn't hear the gasp or see my fire-red face. "Um, dad? Don't you want to go to your room, or—"

"Don't make me wait, princess." His cock stands, fat and tall from his lap. He looks so rude, no pants, suit and tie up top.

"Oh," I moan. I move toward daddy, toward him and his thick cock.

He grabs my shorts and rips the button open, then yanks them down along with my damp panties. I step out of them.

He has me straddle his lap, facing him and I wonder how much Seth can see through his little slit in the closet door. "Just a little, daddy," I whisper.

He nods, pretending to be serious. "Just a little, baby."

I lower myself and we both gasp as my wet pussy touches his cockhead. Maybe we all three gasp. I can't be sure and I can hardly care. It feels good. "Oh, daddy," I murmur lovingly. "You're about to get in me."

"Oh, yes, baby," he moans. "Sit on it, Danielle. Fuck me."

"But you're bare, daddy," I tease. He can't get me pregnant twice at the same time. "Shouldn't you be wearing a condom?"

Recklessly, he pulls down on my hips and I slide lower. We moan together. His forehead rests against mine. "So good, baby."

"Good, daddy, yes," I murmur shakily. I let myself down as low as I can, my knees dig into the back of the sofa.

Daddy grunts and forces me down lower. All the way in me. Just like I like. My pussy starts to throb.

He tears my shirt over my head and quickly opens my bra. I let it drop to the floor.

Daddy reaches up and grabs handfuls of my tits. "Now, Danielle. Fuck me now," he growls.

I whimper.

My legs feel weak, but I rise slowly, reaching back to feel where he's sliding out of me.

"Oh God," he moans, resting his head on my breasts, kissing and clawing at them. "I can't last much longer, baby."

I so love making him crazy like this. "Are you going to cum inside your daughter, daddy?"

He looks up into my eyes; his are slitted and black. "God, yes." He reaches up for my shoulders and yanks me down causing us both to moan and writhe. "I'm going to cum in this tight pussy," he mutters.

"Yes, daddy!"

"Mmm. Touch yourself, baby."

My jaw drops. He pushes and pulls on my hips, making me twist on his dick.

"Do it, Danielle," he orders.

My hand slithers down between us and I rub my clit. "Ohhh. Daddy I can't do this for long!"

"Yess," he hisses. "Cum on my cock. Let me see that pretty face you make when you cum." He jerks, forcing my ass up and down. His eyes are on my face, his mouth open. "I wanna see the moment when you CUM—" he slams my ass down, making it slap against his thighs.

I cry out wildly. "Oh, God, daddeee!"

"You just can't stop making me fuck you," he scolds harshly. I know he's close. He always talks dirty when he is. "You seduced me with these fat titties, Danielle," he growls. "And this plump ass." He pulls me down firmly against him, his cock fully in me. "And this goddamn tight little pussy." His fingers knock mine out of the way and he pinches my clit.

The pain can't dwarf the pleasure and I burst open. I clutch his tie. "Ah, ah, ah!" I cry.

He knows that sound. He stares at my face, grinding my ass down. My pussy clenches crazily.

"Yess," he hisses. His head falls back, watching me as his dick explodes in me. "Uh," he utters. "Oh my fucking God, baby." His dick twitches in me and I feel it.

I hum with satisfaction and lean against him. He hugs me tightly, thrusting a little.

"Did I hurt you, princess?"

"No, daddy," I promise lovingly, experiencing another deep throb. "It felt really, really good."

"Mmm." He lounges under me, fully relaxed. "Sleep in my bed, tonight."

"Yes, daddy," I murmur contentedly. I pull off of him and clumsily get to my feet. "Don't you need to shower before you go back to the office?" I ask, pulling my clothes back on.

He grins at me. "I think I'll keep your smell on me, baby. And by the time I get home, I'll be ready to fill you up again." He stands and pulls up his pants.

I sigh happily. "Yes."

"Danielle," he says, suddenly serious, straightening his tie. "Do you regret this? Wouldn't you rather be with a guy your own age?"

"No way! If I did, I would have stayed with you in the past, dad."

His eyes darken. He's thought of something filthy. "I wouldn't mind, you know."

"Huh?"

"If you went back again. If you gave me another dirty memory."

I swallow. "That's... I'll think about it." Dangerous. Going back again could erase me.

He bares his teeth in a grin. "See you soon."

When he leaves, I flop down on the couch. He actually wants me to go back? What a perverted dad I have. I wonder if he'll get angry again like last night. The thought thrills me.

The closet door creaks open and Seth steps out.

Oh my God! I forgot about him again! What the hell is wrong with me?

I sit up quickly, searching frantically for an explanation to give him, but there isn't one. He saw me fuck my dad. He heard me say filthy things to him.

Seth walks toward me, a crazed look in his eyes. "You goddamn slut, mom," he accuses, and I hear pain there. "You let your own father put his old dick in you."

"Hey!" I scold, hopping to my feet. "You tried to make out with me in the kitchen, so you have no place to talk! Don't tell me that if you had the chance, you wouldn't take it."

"So, you love him? You love your dad, like I love you?"

"Probably more."

Seth steps forward, towering over me. "There's no way, mom. I've always protected you. Wanted you. Thought of you. Fantasized about you."

I step away from the couch so I can retreat from my muscular son. He seems a bit reckless.

Sure enough, when I try to bolt, he grasps my arm, pulling me close to him.

"I don't know you!" I cry frantically.

His teeth grind. "But I know you." His fingers run through my hair, tugging slightly. His mouth lowers to my ear. "And now I've even seen how you look when you cum."

"No," I moan. His words are bad. I have to get away from him.

"He remarries, you know?" Seth murmurs to me. "A few years from now."

Pain lances my heart. I glare up at him. "You're lying."

"No, mom. Your precious dad brings another woman into this house. And I know he fucks her because I've heard them. He must not care as much about you—"

My hand lashes out and slaps him across the face. "Shut the hell up!"

He blinks down at me. His eyes clear a little, then shame fills them. "But it's the truth, mom. And I care about you. I would never hurt you." His hands kneed my arms.

My fists slam against his chest. "You're hurting me now, damn you!" I sob.

How could daddy marry someone else? He said he loves me! Am I just an easy fuck for him?

"I'll take his place," Seth murmurs, pulling my tightly, lovingly to his chest. "I can make you feel just as good, I know I can."

There must be a way to make sure my dad never marries someone else. I'm not going to let him put his dick anywhere but in me.

"Can you do something for me, Seth?"

He sighs, blissfully. "Anything mommy."

I gulp. That is so wrong. "Tell me who he marries. I want to... meet her." Kill her. I want to fucking kill the bitch.

"But you already know her, mom."

What?

"And so does grandpa."

My hands clutch Seth's shirt. "Who?" I growl.

"Dr. Samuels. How do you think I got the time machine? She's made a lot of improvements over the years. You can control it from inside and take it with you when you time jump. It can even turn invisible."

That greedy scientist bitch!

Seth pulls back to look at me. He's frowning. "Grandpa's totally messed you up."

I swallow. "No. It was my own fault. I went back in time and met him when he was my age."

Seth's eyes narrow at me. "When did you go back?"

"A few days ago."

He nods. He hugs me tight and then releases me. "I've gotta go."

"You do?" I don't want him to leave now! I don't want to be alone.

He nods again. "I'm going to find a way to make you forget him, mom."

That's sweet and all, but just not going to happen.

I follow Seth to the back door and watch him climb into the time machine.

He grins at me through the window, looking devious.

The time machine flashes and vanishes.

I wander up to my room and flop on my bed. I'm feeling depressed. Dad's not going to be with me for long.

Suddenly, a memory pops into my head:

It's from a frat party I went to last month. I had a few drinks and was laughing with my girlfriends.

Jane nudges me. "Who's that guy?"

I look up. I still. There's a guy over there that reminds me a lot of my dad. I lick my lip and bite it. He's got the same, dark eyes as daddy. The same colored hair, only this guy's hair is curly.

"I think I want to go talk to him," I tell Jane and Callie.

"Really?" Callie asks. "You never talk to guys."

"Yeah, but this one's really cute."

"Go for it, girl," Jane encourages, pushing me forward.

I swallow and approach him. His dark brown eyes meet mine and I shiver. He really does look like daddy. "Hi," I say.

His eyes smile at me. "Hey."

"I'm Danielle!" I yell over the music.

He grins. He's really, really cute. "I'm Seth."

I sit up in bed, shaking the memory away. My heart thuds crazily.

Seth is in the past.

He's trying to change the past!



Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 05



My future son is trying to change the past!

Every time he changes something, the new memory pops into my head.

I get out of my bed and grab my keys. I have to stop him, but how can I?

I could get to the lab. Go back. Stop him from doing what the devious guy is obviously planning.

I run out the front door and hop into my car, but before I can start the engine, another memory hits.

I stare up at the stranger that strongly resembles my beloved daddy. "Nice to meet you, Seth!" I shout excitedly over the pumping music of the party. "Are you a senior?"

He smiles proudly. "Yeah." He has a calm presence like he's not nervous around me at all. He's so cool! He seems to remember something. "What about you?" His head ducks closer to mine so he can hear me.

"Oh, I'm a sophomore. Physics major."

"Law for me," he says.

"Oh, that's just like my dad!" I tell him happily.

Seth's eyes narrow.

"Oh. Sorry. I guess it's creepy for a girl to compare you to her father right away. It's just... you look like him too." The two drinks I've had are making my tongue loose.

"I really don't want to hear that," he growls.

I stare up at him, shocked. Jeeze, did I blow it, or what? My cheeks get super hot. "Sorry. I guess I'll just..." I look back at my friends, who are watching encouragingly.

He grabs my arm, gently. "No, I'm sorry. Don't take offense, mo—I mean... Danielle. It's a pride thing."

His hand is really warm. Wonderful, really. Saving myself for the one I love has been a hard trial. And it's not like I'll ever get to be with him anyway, right? I mean, what normal girl gets a crush on her dad, the one person on Earth that she can't have? Stupid fantasy.

"Hey," Seth says. "You want to go somewhere a little quieter?"

I smile at him. I guess I didn't blow it after all. He really is good-looking with his dark eyes and curly brown hair. Better looking than dad, even. "Sure!"

I pull myself out of the memory. He's getting to her. Me. Past me. This is bad. I pull out of the driveway and head toward the lab.

Seth doesn't realize what he's doing. What if he succeeds? If he changes too much, maybe I won't yearn after my dad anymore and maybe I won't go find him when I use the time machine for the first time.

And if that happens, daddy won't fuck me. And if daddy doesn't fuck me, Seth won't even exist.

And if he doesn't exist, who stops me from going after daddy?

It's making my head spin. I just know that it's going to be bad.

I have to get back there and tell him that my dad is his dad.

I just hope to God that evil bitch Dr. Samuels is in the lab.

I fly into the lab parking lot and spot the doctor's car. I pull in crookedly beside it and get out, running for the door.

I suddenly realize how dad must have felt when I went back into his past. He knew I was changing things, but didn't know how to stop me.

At least I have a plan.

I step into the lobby and flash my volunteer ID. I rush down the sterile hallway. Then, so vividly, it makes me dizzy, I have another memory and crash into the wall.

Seth and I wander out, past drunken partiers and onto the frat lawn. "There's a park not far from here," I tell him. "I'd never go there at night, usually, but..." I check him out. "I think you'll be able to protect me."

He flashes straight, white teeth in a grin. "I won't let anyone touch you, I swear."

I believe him. "How tall are you?"

"Six three."

"Wow."

"And you're five five."

I laugh. "Good guess."

"Right," he murmurs, grinning.

I blush, happy to have his attention. "Oh, you think you're pretty cute, huh?"

"I know you think so." He moves closer so we walk side by side.

How surprisingly sexy. "How do you know that? Am I drooling?"

He laughs. It's a rich, wonderful sound. "You've told me before."

"What, like, once upon a dream?" I ask wryly.

He laughs again! "Sure mo—I mean Danielle."

"What's with that?"

"What?"

"Do you have a girlfriend named Monica or something? You keep trying to call me something else."

He chuckles lightly, taking in my expression. "You're jealous." He sounds surprised and pleased.

I open my mouth to retort, but nothing witty comes to mind. "Maybe a little."

"I promise I don't have a girlfriend. That make you feel better?"

I giggle. "It makes this a little more interesting. It means your options are open."

"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?" His dark eyes watch me intently.

I shiver at his gaze. I think he's attracted to me. Like, really into me. It feels amazing. "For example, you wouldn't be opposed to kissing me."

He stops walking. The park is only a few yards away, but I stop with him.

I realize I've just said something very forward and I feel kind of shocked that I basically just offered to kiss a stranger. Nervously, I look up at him.

His lips are parted, his breath is deep and steady. And his eyes stare down into mine, somehow gentle and fierce at the same time. It looks a little like love. I know that's crazy.

He chuckles. "I wouldn't be opposed, no."

My breath escapes me. So cute! I wouldn't mind at all if he kissed me. And that's odd for me. I can usually only compare men to my dad and they all fall short. But that comparison isn't nagging me now.

I tug on his hand. "Come on. Let's go sit on the swings."

He smiles indulgently. "Okay... Danielle."

Even though I basically told him he could kiss me, he's not rushing me. I lead him through the park and to the swings. The fact that he's not pushing just makes me want to kiss him more.

We sit in the swings and he rocks himself back and forth with his long legs.

"What's your last name?" I ask him, letting my legs swing.

His eyes dart to mine, suspiciously. "Why?"

"Well," I say grinning devilishly. "If I'm going to give you my first kiss, I should at least know your last name."

"Your first kiss?" He sounds surprised, maybe even confused.

Oh damn. What an embarrassing thing to admit. Logic will lead him to realize I'm a virgin. Well done, Danielle. Truly. "Yes."

He looks off in the direction of campus for a second. "Crowley."

"Seth Crowley. That's pretty nice. You know, I've always liked the name Seth."

"Really?" he asks, grinning. It's like he has a secret.

"Yeah. There was this boy in kindergarten who used to bully me. His name was Billy."

"Billy the bully," Seth says, knowingly.

"Yeah! That's how I always think of him. Anyway, Billy used to chase me around and pull my hair."

"What an asshole."

I giggle. "He was pretty awful. But there was this cute boy with blonde hair. He was tiny, you know? But he stood up for me. He told Billy that you can't hurt a pretty girl." I grin. "That was Seth."

"Did you like him?"

"Well, not really. I had a hard time being interested in boys even then."

"Why?"

I glance over at him. His head rests against the chain of the swing. His whole attention is on me. His eyes are dark but focused. His face framed by unruly curly black hair. And suddenly I realize that I'm turned on. Fully aroused by him and I hardly noticed it coming on. "Just waiting for someone special, I guess."

He nudges his swing into mine. "I'll take that kiss now."

I struggle to free myself from the memory and find that I'm sitting on the cold floor of the lab hallway. Nineteen years of not giving in to lust and my own son is making me waver? I don't want to see what comes next but it pulls me powerfully back.

His lips brush against mine, slowly and carefully. Tingles rush down the back of my neck. My nipples harden. His hands circle my waist, warm and welcome.

"Mmm," I murmur, then blush at the sound of my voice.

He breaks the kiss and lets himself swing back into place.

My fingers run across my bottom lip.

"How was it?" he asks.

I stare at him. "It was perfect."

He bites his lip to stop himself from grinning, but it doesn't really work. Cute! "It's late. Let me walk you to your dorm."

I don't want to stop hanging out with him, though. Feeling a bit bold, I say, "Maybe we can go back to your place for a while?"

His eyes jerk to mine and I can see that he's started breathing hard. Almost as though he doesn't want to, he lets his eyes drop to my breasts, then my legs. They snap back to mine. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"

"Afraid? No."

"Don't you want to take it slow, though? I mean, I want to keep you."

"Keep me?"

"I don't kiss just anyone."

That makes me grin. "So, do you want to take me back to your place or not?"

He smiles. "More than anything."

"Danielle!" I hear a firm voice call. "She's coming out of it now, but you still better come."

I pull myself out of the memory. Dr. Samuels is staring down at me, her cell phone at her ear. "Good, the sooner the better." She ends the call. "That was your dad. What's the matter with you?" she asks.

"Someone's trying to change the past," I tell her. "My past. I can feel it happening."

She helps me to my feet. "But who?"

"My son."

She stares at me. "What?"

"It's a long story, doctor. Right now I need you to let me use the machine."

"It can't take you back into your own past. It's not ready for pin-point time travel yet," she protests, trying to stop me from barging into her lab.

I scurry by her and barge in anyway. "Where is it?" My eyes scan the room but there's no time machine. "What did you do with it?" I demand.

She frowns. "My colleagues had some... disputes about the ethical implications of my machine. I've had to secure it to another location."

"Where?" I yell. "Where..." I stumble.

I follow Seth up to the second floor of the dorm building. He hesitates at a door. "I just, uh, changed rooms, so it's pretty bare."

As he says, when he opens the door, there's only the bed and desk that's in all the dorms and a bag on the floor. Nothing else. "Why'd you have to change rooms?" I ask curiously. "Evil roommate?"

"I wanted to be... closer to campus."

I nod. But it's too quiet. "Do you have an I-Pod or something?"

"Something like that." He digs in his bag and pulls out what looks like a compact. He unfolds it to reveal speakers and a touch screen. A moment later, a calm, folky song pours out of it. The sound is rich but not too loud.

"Cool! Where'd you get that?"

"My friend made it for me," he says quickly.

Some friend.

He sets the player on the desk and turns to me. "We don't have to do anything—"

But I've already convinced myself. I step closer and wrap my arms around his chest. "I know it's quick, and I definitely don't do this kind of thing. Ever. But I just feel like it's right. Just be gentle, okay?"

I hear him swallow, feel his hands run tentatively down my arms. His sigh sounds relieved. "But Danielle, don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Huh? No."

"Do you have someone waiting for you back home, then?" He sounds confused.

I think of daddy for a moment. Fantasy. "No. There's no one."

He steps back from me and turns. His eyes are wide. "Nine months," he mumbles. He blinks at me. "You said I look like your dad."

"Uh. Well, yeah. You do. A lot."

"Holeee shit," he mumbles to himself. "The old pervert's my dad."

"What? Seth you're kinda freaking me out. Are you okay?"

"Not really," he groans. "If I stop you from going, what will happen to me?"

"Stop me?" My stomach turns. "Maybe I should go."

His wild eyes watch me as I back toward the door.

I pull out of the memory and find myself clutching Dr. Samuels' shoulders. I pant with relief. Seth's realized that my dad is his dad. He's not going to go through with it. He realizes his existence would be in danger.

How did he get the dorm, though? How far back did he travel? How long was he preparing?

"You need to sit down," the doctor says, pushing me into a chair. "Your dad should be here any second."

"Oh, fuck it," Seth says, approaching me, looking reckless. "As long as I don't disappear until after."

His mouth presses greedily to mine. His arms pull me in. His hands rub roughly over my back. His eyes are tightly shut and a moan of pure pleasure drags out of him.

The sound calls to something inside me and my indecision fades. I let my hands wander inside the back of his shirt. The muscles of his back twitch as I touch his skin with my nails.

"Mmm," he murmurs. He pulls back and dark eyes stare into mine.

He's really into this. It's so fucking hot!

He pulls me to the narrow bed and I sit. I watch curiously as his hands grab the bottom of his t shirt and pull it over his head. His firm muscles call me and I allow my hand to run up his chest.

He shivers.

I pull my knees under me so I can kneel and I place a kiss on his stomach.

"Yes," he whispers.

I'm turning him on so bad. It's a wonderful feeling. I want to do more, make him even more crazy for me. "Seth," I call softly.

He meets my eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Licking my lips at my daring, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up, wriggling to get it over my head.

"Oh," he moans, watching my breasts bounce in my bra.

My breath speeds. This is so dirty of me. "Watch me."

He nods.

I reach back and unhook my bra as he watches intently. And when the bra falls away, he groans. "Beautiful. So fucking perfect."

My back straightens. "Touch them," I order.

He gasps, shaking his head. But still, his hands reach out.

They land softly on my breasts and his breath comes out in a hiss. His fingers slide smoothly over my skin, his fingertips swiping at my nipples.

"Come closer," I whisper. It's not enough. I want him against me. My pussy is aching.

"Yes." He joins me on the bed and I snuggle close to him rubbing my breasts against his chest.

It feels so good! I want more. "More," I demand.

"Oh, God, yes." He pulls me tightly to him. "You feel so good, mom."

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry," he moans, rubbing his stubbly cheek against my smooth one.

What's with that? Does he have a thing for his mom? Kinda like I have for daddy? "It's okay. I don't mind."

"I can call you mom?" His fingers run through my hair and down my back, making my skin tingle.

"Sure. If that's what you like."

"Oh, it's what I like, mom," he growls. He pushes me onto my back and slides on top of me, nudging my legs apart. His warm skin rasps across my stomach and breasts. "It's what I've always liked."

Oh. He's really freaky. Hearing his pervy fantasy is making me so wet, though. "You love your mommy?" I ask.

His breath huffs out. "Oh god. Stop or you'll make me cum." I feel his erection digging between my legs.

I pant. Talking like his mom makes him lose his mind. Naughty! "What does she call you? Baby?"

He shakes his head. His mouth hesitantly kisses my nipple. It feels so good! I squirm under him. 

"Darling?"

His mouth falls open, his eyes stare into mine, hungry but vulnerable.

That's it, isn't it? "You're making me feel so good, darling."

"Ah. You don't know what you're saying," he moans, grinding against me.

"Let mommy make you feel good," I croon, pulling his head to mine. His kiss is frantic, rushed with lust. He wants me so bad!

His hand fights with the button of my pants. I should tell him to slow down, but I don't want to. I share something kindred with this man and I want to let him have me. I'm dying to let him have me.

"Mom?"

I look down at him. He's waiting with his hands on the waist of my pants. Waiting for my consent.

"Oh, yes, darling. You can have me."

His eyes close, relishing the words. Then, fiercely, he pulls my pants and panties away. His eyes gaze at my bare pussy and his face turns white. A veil drops over his eyes making them appear black and crazed, and his mouth drops to my pussy.

My eyes fly open as his tongue drags from my pussy to my clit. He licks at me like it tastes wonderful. And he moans, "mmm," as though it feels just as good for him as for me. I can't speak as he laps at me. I've never felt such intense pleasure in all my life.

My hips rock, trying to get his mouth on my clit again. His eyes meet mine knowingly and his mouth closes around my clit. Spasms jerk my legs. My fingers run into his dark curly hair and claw at his scalp. "Oh, God!" I yell, shocked. "I'm cumming! Seth!" 

Surprise fills his eyes and he quickly sticks his long middle finger into my pussy. A shock of pain twists through my orgasm. "Ah!" I cry, but the wonderful throbbing continues. His finger twitches in me and I pulse around it. 

That was so fast. I've never even made myself cum that fast.

"It felt so good," I murmur.

"What felt good?"

I blink. I'm in my dad's car. Rolling down the street toward home.

"What's happening to you, Danielle?" dad asks. Our house comes into view and we pull up the drive.

"Oh, dad, I don't think I can tell you."

He gets out and comes around to my side. "You're scaring me, baby." He lifts me out of the car and carries me inside. "You keep staring off into the distance." He takes me to my room and sets me on my bed. "Now tell me."

I sigh heavily. "First of all, I'm pregnant."

His eyes narrow. "What?"

"Pregnant. You made me pregnant."

"We've only had sex a few times."

"You've cum, right up against my womb, four times, dad."

For some reason he grins. "Four times, huh?"

I nod. "Yes, daddy."

"But still, how do you know? It takes time to know whether—"

"We'll have a son," I interrupt hastily. I feel something at the back of my mind. Another memory is coming, I know it. "And he's in my past, changing things. He wants me and I don't know who he is back then. He's licked me." I blush hard. "His finger was in me. I'm sorry, daddy."

He grimaces, hard jealousy raging in his eyes. "My son is trying to fuck you?"

"Yes, daddy. Our son. And I can't stop him."

His eyes hard, my father tears the button of my shorts open.

"What?" I cry out. "What are you doing? Didn't you just hear-?"

"Quiet," he growls, roughly. "Don't think of him fucking you. You're going to think of me, Danielle."

But I can't fight the pull of the past.

Seth slides his finger out of me and smiles happily, proudly. "You came."

"Yes." I murmur. "It felt so good." I sit up and pull him to me. He so deserves a reward. My hands clumsily work at opening his pants. I can feel his eyes boring into me intensely. I glance up shyly. "You'd better hurry before I change my mind."

Seth's eyebrows rise. He shoves off his pants and boxers and I lean back, admiring his naked form. His cock, long and stiff, stands proud and beautiful.

Daddy jostles me, pulling my shorts around my ankles. He pulls off his suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt. He loosens his tie. Then, looking into my eyes, he drops his pants. His cock, long and thick, bobs lewdly.

"Daddy," I say through a dry mouth.

"Has he started fucking you, baby?" He climbs onto my bed, his shirt and tie still loose on his big, hard body.

"Not yet. He's about to." My mouth gets dryer at the thought.

"Do you want him to?" he demands harshly.

"Oh, yes, daddy." I moan, unable to contain myself.

My dad growls, pushing my shirt and bra roughly off my tits. His hands squeeze and kneed—

Seth's mouth finds mine hungrily. He writhes against me, his cockhead slithering against my wet folds. "Oh, mom," he moans. "Is it really okay?"

My pussy clenches. He's such a twisted guy. "Oh, yes, darling," I assure him, wanting his worry for me and his hesitation to vanish in the wake of selfish lust.

Seth's arms wrap around me, under me. "Mom," he utters, and forces his dick into—

Daddy forces his dick into me. I gasp, almost sitting up from the shock. "Daddy!" I protest.

"I told you," he growls, fucking into me madly. "He's not going to take you from me, baby."

This feels so good, but I want to go back. I want to know!




Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 05



Seth squirms, fucking into me madly. "Oh, mommy. Mommy." His eyes senseless with lust. Yes!

His back arches and his mouth locks onto my nipple. He sucks firmly.

I gasp!

"What's he doing to you Danielle?" dad demands, ramming his cock into me, hitting deep.

"Fucking meee! Sucking my titteee!" I keen wildly.

"No!" he roars, slapping my tit with his hand.

The pain brings my focus directly to daddy's dick as I clench around it.

"You're mine," daddy utters, squeezing my breasts, yanking them. "He's not taking you, Danielle!"

"But daddy, he's fucking me, too! It feels so good!"

My eyes lose focus, as for a glorious moment, the memory overlaps the present.

Seth fucks helplessly.

Daddy fucks roughly.

His mouth sucks and pulls at my nipple, each pull sending a shock to my clit.

His fingers twist my nipples, the pain causes my cunt to throb. "Yes, baby," daddy grunts. "Squeeze daddy's cock!"

His mouth pulls off my nipple with a pop and he rises up, curly black hair in his eyes, the lust making him crazy. "I'm gonna cum in you, mommy."

I whimper. "Don't stop!"

Daddy grins. "I won't baby."

His dick pounds me. He's never been this rough before. His eyes are determined slits and his tongue slides over my collarbone and neck.

I gasp harshly. "If you cum inside, I'll get pregnant! You can't make me pregnant, darling!"

"Yes!" he argues. "It's my turn to cum in you, mom. I'm gonna make sure you can't think of any man but me."

Daddy slows his fucking, he pulls out and I whine. He grins darkly. "I know just what you like, baby."

He drags his fat cock up over my clit, and circles it with his cockhead.

"Oh, yes, daddy!" I wiggle. "That's gonna make me—"

"Oh, darling, you're so naughty. You can't cum in your own mother." The power of this game has gotten to my head and I can't stop. "But I want it, Seth. I want—"

A guttural moan bursts from his chest and his dick jerks.

I can feel him cumming in me! My God! My hand slips helplessly to my clit and when I touch it—"

OH GOD

Daddy's dick plunges back inside me. "Oh yes, baby, cum on me," Daddy demands. My orgasm swells to a maddening height.

I cum hard around him.

I throb on and on, whimpering

Wriggling

Writhing.

Daddy's mouth meets mine. His dark eyes proud. "That was—" His eyes widen. "Danielle?"

I blink. Daddy's face is getting fuzzy.

He clutches at my shoulders, I feel his cock still in me, but the room is getting dark.

Daddy fucked me.

I went back in time and made daddy fall for me. I have to remember.

I...

"Danielle," Seth murmurs. "You okay?"

I swallow. "Yes. Hell yes. I'm excellent."

He laughs happily, pulling out of me. "Where'd you go just now?"

"I don't know!" I exclaim, pulling him into a hug. "I've never cum like that before. I went out of my head for a second."

His toothy grin makes me smile back. "I guess you liked it, then."

I giggle, giddy from my orgasm. "Yeah. You could say that. Is sex always like that?"

His mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out.

I sit up to stare at him. "What is it?"

"I don't know if it's always like that." He looks away. "That was my first time."

I shake my head. "No way."

"Yeah."

I laugh. I can't help it, I feel so happy.

Seth looks down at his hands as if he's surprised to see them. "I'm still here."

I giggle more. "Oh yeah? Me too."

He stares at me, unfathomable confusion in his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

He grins, baring his white teeth. "Yeah, I'm fantastic."

One month later:

"Don't worry, my dad will love you, I know it."

Seth clutches my steering wheel as he drives us into town. "Don't count on it. He'll feel like I'm taking you away from him."

"Well, he'll just have to deal with it. You're my boyfriend—"

"Fiancé," he corrects, grinning evilly.

I swallow. How does he make engagement sound so damn naughty? "Fiancé," I agree. "And I love you, so—"

"Say it again," he says, eyes dark. He always does this.

"I love you, darling," I tell him indulgently.

He sighs with satisfaction.

He's such a weirdo. 

I watch out the window as my hometown rambles by. "Oh, pull up over here! I want to stop at the lab."

He does so without hesitation.

We step into Dr. Samuels' lab and she grins. "Is this your older brother, Danielle?" she asks, taking Seth in.

"Um, no, doctor. This is my... fiancé, Seth."

She shakes his hand. "Congratulations!" She turns to me. "I'm really glad you're here. I have something to show you."

A time machine? Dr. Samuels is pretty amazing.

Seth is intrigued as well. "What happens if someone goes back and changes something?" he asks the doctor.

"Well, see that's interesting. Paradoxes abound."

"Like the Grandfather paradox?"

"Exactly. If you go back and kill your grandfather, will you be born?" Dr. Samuels looks a bit like a mad scientist right now. "I can only theorize myself, mind you."

Seth nods.

"There has to be a way, or the universe would cease to be. The time machine works, I know, so the very existence of the machine allows me to believe such paradoxes are somehow corrected."

"But how?"

She laughs. "Perhaps each instance of possibility is shunted off into another timeline. For example if you did go back and kill your grandfather, the reality splits into two: one where he lives and you're never born and one where he dies and you continue to live."

We both squint at the doctor and she smiles. "Just a theory, of course."

"So a person wouldn't just disappear if he messes with his ancestors?"

She laughs. "Maybe you'd like to be the first person to try it."

A really weird expression crosses his face, like he wants to laugh and freak out at the same time. "That's okay."

"What about you, Danielle? Want to go back in time?"

Seth watches me curiously. 

"That's okay, doc. Maybe some other time," I tell her.

When we arrive at my house, my dad meets us at the door. He pulls me into a warm hug. "Oh, I've missed you, Danielle."

"Me too, daddy." I pull back and gesture to Seth. "Dad, this is my fiancé, Seth."

They eye each other for a long moment. "Nice to meet you, sir," Seth says, sticking out his hand.

Dad takes it. Their forearms flex and I suspect they're trying to crush each other's hands.

"Okay," I say, gently pulling their hands apart. "That's enough handshaking."

"So," dad says. "I hear you're, like me."

"Yes sir. Though, I'm thinking I might start my own business instead."

"Seth has amazing ideas, daddy," I say. "They're awesome and futuristic. He already has a bunch of patents."

"Hmm," dad says. "I bet your parents are proud of you."

Seth hides his mouth.

"Daddy!" I gasp. "I told you, Seth is an orphan."

"Ah. Sorry, son."

Thankfully, Seth smiles. "Don't worry about it."

"Well, come on in. I bet you're hungry."

Seth grins, grabbing my hand. "Starved."

**************

I shake off the bout of dizziness. Dad's still here. Still inside me, thick and stiff.

"Baby," he murmurs. "You really scared me for a second."

"Mmm," I'm still throbbing from my orgasm. "That was amazing, daddy."

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet." His thick cock nudges against my cervix, proving his point.

"You're so bad, daddy, fucking your daughter like this."

"I don't give a damn if it's bad," he grunts, swinging his hips. "It feels fucking amazing."

"Yes."

"You're mine, Danielle," he growls. "Only mine."

"Oh, yess, daddy."

He falls on me, squeezing into me, and his cock pulses. He jerks, his hot cum pouring into my pussy. "So good."

"How good?" I demand greedily.

"Better than anything in the universe, baby."



Meeting Daddy in the Past



"Oh, daddy, please," I whine. "Please!"

He gasps and dips lower, rubbing himself against my wet lips. "It sounds like you're thinking about it now, Princess."

He's called me that so many times in my life, it's almost like he remembers me. I squirm against him, forcing his smooth, slippery head against my clit again. "Please, dad."

"Oh, but I can't," he says teasingly. "I can't fuck—" he presses against my opening and pulls back "—my daughter."

My head is swimming. All I can think about is having my dad's plump dick against my clit again. "Yess," I hiss as he rubs upwards, swirling his tip around it. "Daddy, your dick feels so good."

"Oh, baby, you feel so good. I can't hold back much longer, you know," he whispers in my ear. The shivers I feel almost make me come. "If you don't want to be fucked by daddy, you better run away."

"Daddy," I whisper back, bucking my hips to make him rub me more. "I told you," I whimper. "I'm a virgin."

He pants, putting his cock against my pussy, spreading me apart. "I thought you were just playing."

I meet his eyes. "Are you going to take my virginity, daddy?"

He jerks, thrusting into me, causing me to scream as he tears me open.

"Holy fuck!" he cries, pumping into me, not seeming to care that he's hurting me.

"Dad!" I shriek. He's supposed to be gentle to me. He's never, ever supposed to hurt me. I whimper quietly. "It hurts me daddy."

He looks into my eyes, slowing. The mad lust clears for a moment. Then I see it.

He believes me.

But he doesn't stop.

"You told me you were sent by—"

"You weren't supposed to know I'm here," I cut in, his slow strokes settling into a gentle rhythm. His bare dick, surely leaking inside me. His eyes running from where we're joined to my tits and face, taking in what it means that I'm his daughter.

But he never stops fucking me. It doesn't seem to even cross his mind. "You're so beautiful, he murmurs, grazing his palms over my nipples.

I shudder, then spark as he loses control for a moment and slams into me, his cock barreling into my cervix, surely leaking there too. "Daddy!"

"You really like this," he realizes, breathing hard. "You really have thought about this before, haven't you?"

"Ah," I moan at his words. "Yes, daddy." His thick cock rams my cervix again and I shiver with pleasure.

He licks his lips, reason nowhere in his eyes anymore. "You like it when Daddy fucks you."

"Yes, Daddy!" I shout, shivers running through my nipples, my arms, making my legs quiver.

He's panting, mad with pleasure. "You came to find me. To tease me."

"Yes!" My whole body shudders, "Yes, Daddy! I hoped this would happen!"

His eyes squeeze tightly shut, "Oh, dear god," he utters thickly, pumping, throbbing, spitting hot cum into his daughter's pussy.

"Yes!" I cry again, milking him, wanting it all. The realization of what's happening makes my eyes cross. He doesn't stop pumping as I cum. "Oh," I moan. "Ohhh, Daddy." I pull him in with my legs, never wanting this to stop.

He collapses on top of me, my cunt still throbbing around him. "Mmm," he murmurs. "So good."

I shudder. "Good," I repeat.

"Mmm," he murmurs again. "Best ever."

I whimper. "Best. Yes, Daddy."

He pants at my words and pulls slowly out of me. He flops over onto his back. "Did you cum, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy. I came. You shot your cum in me and I couldn't help it, Daddy."

His dick twitches, standing firmly in the air. "Oh, baby. How can I ever fuck your mom to make you? I won't be able to think of anyone but you."

A thrill runs up my clit and into my heart. "Oh, but if you don't, I won't be born!"

His mouth falls open and he turns his head to stare into my eyes. "Alright, I'll fuck your mom. But only if you promise to come visit me as much as you can."

I can hardly breathe. "You want me to come back? I don't know if I can."

His eyes harden wickedly. "You love your daddy, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then find a way. Find a way to come fuck me and I'll make sure to get your mom pregnant."

"Will you remember this in the future?" I ask curiously. Did my dad have this memory the whole time I was growing up? The thought makes my pussy clench wildly.

"I don't know how I could ever forget this."

"I'll try my best, Daddy, I swear. But if I don't come back, fuck mom anyway, and I promise, I'll fuck you again in the future as a reward."

His eyelids almost close. "Oh, you naughty little slut," he croons warmly, rolling on his side to cup my breast. "I thought I taught you to only fuck the one you love."

I arch my back to press my tit into his hand. "I have daddy. Only you. I'll only fuck you, I promise!"

"Mmm," he murmurs once again. "Only daddy, and no one else. Alright. And when you're ready, you can be my wife."

My heart bursts with joy. I hug him. "You know I can't, Daddy."

He groans, pulling me closer, mashing my tits against his chest. "I'd kill any other man who ever laid a hand on your sexy little body."

"Trust me, they won't. I never let anyone but you."

He grins. "You're mine now, princess." And his hard dick probes at my clit again.

"Yes," I submit, unable to stop a moan. I want to let him make me cum again, but I can't forget. "Wait dad. Let me write down mom's name for you, in case I get pulled back to my time."

Reluctantly, he lets me go.

I scribble her name and leave it on the end table.

Then I start pulling on my bra.

"What are you doing?" he asks, sitting up.

"I'll be pulled back soon, and Doctor Samuels can't know I met you, much less..."

He bares his teeth. "Fucked," he supplies.

I stare at his naked form, breathing hard. "Yes, daddy. If she knows, she won't let me come back."

He watches me hook my bra and pull on my shirt.

He passes my wet panties to me and catches my gaze.

My cheeks burn. Yes, I fucked my daddy. Yes, he wants to do it again.

So do I.

I gather all my things and toss them into my bag.

His eyes narrow as I feel a strange sensation.

"Danielle!" he shouts, but the sound is faint.

I blink at the bright light, blink at Dr. Samuels peering at me through the glass of the machine.

She smiles. "How did it go?"

"It was amazing!" I can feel daddy's cum leaking down my thigh.

"Great!"

"When can I do it again?" I ask, trying not to sound too anxious.

"Hmm, well, we'd better wait a few days—just to make sure there aren't any residual effects from the trip."

She helps me out of the machine and I pat it fondly.

Now it's time to go home.

Time to see daddy.