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Daddy's Little Princess

By: Lady Malachite



On Friday, February 14th 8:43am, I pulled out the chair and sat down at my little desk in front of Mr. Madison's office. A sigh escaped my mouth almost against my will. It wasn't easy, being a personal assistant to one of the wealthiest entrepreneurs in the country. For the most part, I was sort of a male secretary, which was something I didn't want my buddies from college to find out. But the job did have its benefits, and it was better than doing bookkeeping for my mother to help pay my way through school. I want to get my degree in business law, a so a little bit of secretarial work for one of the biggest men in town isn't going to kill me, and I'm secure enough about my manhood to take a small blow like this every once in a while.

"Daniel, will you come here for a moment? I've got a special job for you," Mr. Madison said in his deep, confident voice. He was waving a paper at me though the open door. I stood up promptly and walked into his office. He slammed the paper down on the wooden desk and I reached out to examine it.

"This document gives you temporary rights to make medical decisions for my daughter Dominique. I need you to pick her up from football practice and drive her to her yearly check-up. Then do whatever she wants you to, and take her home. She'll probably want to go to the mall. I will of course reimburse you for whatever purchases you make on her behalf."

I examined the note more closely and was taken aback. 

"Sir, it says here that your daughter turned eighteen last month. Wouldn't she have to make her own medical decisions?"

"This is a family matter, which I don't need to discuss with you. The bottom line is, she signed back over her guardianship to me until such a time when she finds it fit to settle down with a husband. Thus, she is still under my protection." Mr. Madison batted his hand against the document in my hands. "And now, she's under your protection," he said with a sly wink, making it clear that I was to leave his office.

What did he mean by that? I wondered as I waited for the elevator down to the lobby. Mr. Madison couldn't have been suggesting that I take advantage of his high-school-age daughter. That was too vulgar to even imagine. Wouldn't that imply Mr. Madison had a less than conventional relationship with this Dominique? That was such a dirty idea, I wouldn't even let myself think of it.

My mind swam with images of a beautiful busty blonde, whimpering for me to touch her, to make her writhe with pleasure. The elevator descended lower and lower, and my thoughts became more and more base. I could take her, feel myself in her body, push up against her cervix and make her moan. Oh, it was too much! I was beginning to swell in my dress-pants. This could be embarrassing.

I guess you've noticed that I'm a bit hard up. Well, the truth is, I'm a twenty-year-old virgin. It's not that I'm a total nerd or anything. I'm actually trying to save myself for someone special. Yeah, it's old fashioned and cliché, but I've read a lot of dime-store romance novels over the summers while growing up, because that and stale coffee was all the entertainment my mom kept in her office to keep bookkeepers from going insane from too much number-crunching. Well, some of that garbage just stuck. I don't tell my friends about that. Had I told them, it would take a miracle to convince them that I'm not gay.

And what kind of a girl plays football? I asked myself, getting into my black 2000 Jetta, my dad's old car I inherited when I graduated high school. Mr. Madison was one hundred percent, ancestors from the Mayflower, American, and proud of it, so I doubted he meant his daughter played soccer. Ugh, she was probably some sort of butch lesbian, that was the only kind of girl that tried out for football teams. No wonder she would rather be daddy's little princess than just get herself hitched to some guy.

I hate to admit it, but that thought crushed the lovely fantasy I've been having in the elevator. Not that I expected a girl named Dominique to be my one true love. Really, what were people with so much W.A.S.P. pride doing, giving their daughter such a name? It was odd. But then again, rich people always seemed to name their children something weird. It wasn't really any of my business.

I opened a personal file and examined it. There was her legal information, name, social security number, driver's license number, cell phone number, pager number, home address, name and high school (oddly, it was a public school, maybe because they have better sports teams), and a list of her doctors: gynecologist, dentist, personal trainer, dietician, psychologist. All rich girls seem to have shrinks.

I hoped I was not scheduled for a gynecological visit. I didn't feel, um, qualified to make these kinds of decisions.

I put down the file on the passenger seat and began backing out of my parking spot. Why did I feel so nervous?

I guess it was because she was the boss' daughter. If I did anything wrong, anything, I could lose my job in the time it took Dominique to make a cell phone call to her father's office. That thought sent cold shivers down my spine.

She could get me fired for any number of things, even though I was disciplined enough not to act out my little fantasies on unwilling women. If she didn't like the color of my tie, or didn't think I was polite enough, she could have me fired. If she didn't like the way my large nose sat on my face, she could have me fired. The whole word revolved on this girl's opinion of me. My very future was at stake.

I drove along the streets of New York City, feeling stupid and irritated and trying to calm myself. Why would anyone drive in a city like this? It would be faster to walk. But my job contract clearly stated that I was supposed to drive a "nice car" to work. I guess it sends a classier message than showing up by subway. 

Traffic was horrible, but since Mr. Madison had the foresight to send me off early, I arrived shortly after practice had ended. The coach was supervising the cleanup and half the boys were already in the locker room.

I decided the best idea was to approach the coach and explain the situation to him. I didn't want to risk calling Dominique's cell phone; the last thing I wanted to do was to make her think I had her on a leash or something. I didn't want to complicate our relationship right off the bat.

It was bad enough that my brain kept imagining my hands on her breasts and stomach and the soft feel of her skin. She's probably a butch lesbian, I told myself, almost in self-defense. It was easy to believe this, after getting a look at some of the fellows on her team. They were buff enough they could probably break me like a twig without batting an eyelash. And I'd have to walk past them in order to talk to the coach. How would I explain myself? Would he think I was some sort of a pervert?

I put on my best lawyer face and marched up to the coach as though I couldn't see the players gawking at me. I shook his hand politely and explained that I was hired by Dominique's father to escort her home.

The coach wiped his hand after I touched it, as though there was something slimy on it, but politely informed me that Dominique was in the locker room and ordered one of the boys to escort me.

The way the fellow sized me up, I wasn't flattered. Either he was thinking of pounding me into the ground, or had homosexual tendencies. Either way, it put me off a bit.

"Hey, we're heading to the boys' locker room!" I exclaimed. I was somewhat afraid that this guy was trying to take advantage of me. He was big enough that I couldn't fight him off with my muscles. I had to keep my wits.

"You're looking for Dominique, aren't you?" he said blankly. "She's in the men's locker room."

"What? But she's a woman!" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe that a red-blooded, American high school football team could handle any woman, no matter how butch, sharing the showers with them. It would dissolve into an orgy in no time. What sort of girl was this Dominique?

"She's part of the team, and she insists on being treated just the same as everyone else," my escort said flatly. "Her father donates a lot of money for our uniforms and equipment and stuff, so she's earned certain privileges."

"Ok. I'd better meet her," I said. Dominique had to either be some sort of extreme feminist, or a major slut, to want to strip with ten high school guys glaring at her, and I wasn't really anxious to meet either. My mom was bony, liked to wear suits to work, and decided to keep her name after she married, but she wasn't what I'd call a hard-core feminist, and I had gotten enough attention from sluts in high school. 

The two of us walked into the men's locker room, which smelled of soap and sweat and miscellaneous men's hygiene products. I had to concentrate in order to keep moving my legs, I was so nervous. Everywhere around me were half-naked men with big beefy muscles, who could probably crush my head like an egg shell without even really trying. Dominique must really be something, to handle being naked in a room with all of them. I felt queasy.

"Hey, princess, one of your daddy's minions is here to baby-sit you," my escort called.

"Thanks, Al," I heard a strong feminine voice reply.

I wheeled around and caught my first glimpse of Dominique, who was pulling off a white sports bra and wiping the sweat out from under her armpits, making her large breasts bob up and down as she moved.

She was only about 4'11'' and maybe 90 pounds, with a gymnast's muscles. She was somewhat tanned all over, as though she had a habit of lounging by the pool naked.

I heard tales that agility and smarts played a part in football, but still, I had a hard time imagining a girl like Dominique on the field. She was so beautiful and so delicate, like a blossoming flower in an old oak forest. I wanted to take her by the hand and lead her out of here, to take her away from this smelly, masculine locker room, where she clearly didn't belong.

I waited for her to snap on her pink lace bra before I walked forward and introduced myself. 

"Daniel Goldsmith," I said, extending my arm out to her. "I'm working as a personal assistant to your father. It's part of a winter internship at NYU."

She shook my hand professionally, as though I was at an interview.

"Charmed," she said, with a bit of a coy smile. "and I'm Dominique Madison, my daddy's little princess."

I heard cat calls and hoots originating from the men in the locker room, and Dominique smiled, as though they were all in on some sort of perverse joke. I swallowed hard and tried desperately to keep my cool. I'm going to be a lawyer one day, I told myself sharply, it's time to develop a good poker face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, taking Dominique's hand. She held her hand out to me palm down, like a real princess, and so I knelt to kiss it. Her skin was so soft and smooth and warm, I felt like I had found heaven. I took Dominique's hand and helped her to stand, even though she looked perfectly capable of rising on her own.

The cat calls increased in severity, but I no longer paid them any attention. Perhaps I would make a good lawyer after all, I told himself, a frank, business-like expression glued into place. Here I was, in the most dismal of situations, and I was a knight to my cause.

"Bye, guys! See you at practice!" Dominique said merrily as I led her out of the locker room. 

As soon as I was out of sight, I let out a tremendous sigh of relief. Dominique laughed.

"I like your Prince Charming routine," she chuckled. "It suits you nicely. Now are going to cart me away side-saddle on a white horse and make passionate love to me? Or is that not part of the package?"

I couldn't get over how oddly powerful her voice sounded, coming out of such a small woman. I blushed slightly, imagining my hands on that delicate body of hers. It was all I could do to hide the erection that was growing in my dress pants. But I wasn't in over my head, not just yet.

"No, milady. You are to sit shotgun in my black Jetta as we journey towards your yearly doctor's appointment."

"Close enough," Dominique said, and took my arm as though we really were part or some modern-day fairy tale. I led the way to where my car was parked, on the other side of the field.

"This isn't a gynecological visit, is it?" I asked a little nervously as the two of us fastened our seatbelts across our laps. "If so, do you mind if I wait outside? I'm not really comfortable with that sort of thing."

Dominique burst out laughing.

"No, I think you're safe," she replied, pulling an iPod out of her pocket and placing the headphones in her ears. "That was a couple of months ago. This time around, it's just the usual: weight, blood pressure, stick a needle in my arm kind of deal. There's no need to get your briefs all twisted up in a knot."

I couldn't help but laugh. She seemed so spoiled, but at the same time so self-assured.

We drove off to Dominique's appointment and took the elevator up to the fifth floor, where we were promptly seated in the waiting room with a large pile of paperwork.

I searched though my files, but most of Dominique's medical history was missing, and she flat out refused to touch the documents herself, insisting on whispering every little detail directly into my ear. She had her hand pressed against my thigh for balance, apparently oblivious to the affect it was having on me. She had a rich, clear voice that was causing me to break out into a cold sweat. I was afraid might actually die of blood loss, they way it all seemed to flood to my face at once when she started telling me how old she was when her period started and how frequent and severe the bleeding was. 

I tried to thrust the card back at her, but she smiled and wouldn't take it. I sighed in relief when the lady behind the counter called Dominique back. I was having very pleasant fantasies of running off to the bathroom and splashing some cold water on my face. But I had barely moved an inch before my charge's fingers wound their my around his wrist and Dominique tugged me forward with her.

"It's OK if Daddy's assistant comes back with me, isn't it?" she asked the receptionist with a winning smile. "It would make me feel safer." If the receptionist had any problem with her request, it didn't show on her face, and I found myself being pulled into an examining room brightly decorated with cartoon pictures of baseball players.

"This is pediatrician's office!" I exclaimed. "You shouldn't be going here, you're a grown woman."

"Oh, Dr. Johnson is a really good friend of Daddy's, he's been treating me here ever since I was a baby. And he'll continue to be my doctor until I start having kids of my own." She gave me a look that made me turn scarlet.

I sat myself down on a small black metal chair set aside for parents.

"I'll need you take off your top and bra," The assistant said to Dominique and turned away out of modesty when the girl did as she was instructed without hesitation. I couldn't help but notice how lovely her breasts were, not that I really meant to look! Oh, God, how absolutely perfect! I turned my head away out of courtesy.

The assistant handed Dominique an extra-large paper gown designed for obese children and she put it on.

I had to try hard not to stare open-mouthed at her strange attire.

At the woman's request Dominique stepped onto the scale, not feeling at all self-conscious, even though she was slightly tall and rather muscular for a woman her age, and the scale, which after all was designed for kids, only went as high as a hundred and thirty pounds.

"95," the assistant said out loud, recording the measurement on Dominique's chart. "You've gained about five pounds since the last time we weighed you, six months ago. But from the looks of you, it's all muscle, so you ought to be in pretty good shape. I just need a blood sample, and then the doctor will be in to speak with you."

She quickly took Dominique's blood pressure with the black cuff, and once she had taken the measurement, re-inflated it tool to use as a tourniquet.

Dominique winced just a little as the needle pierced her skin. I bit my lip a little trying hard not to feel her pain. I've never been fond of sharp pointy objects. The attendant pulled back the syringe and Dominique's dark red blood began to bubble into the vessel.

I had to put my head down.

"Do you really need me here?" I asked as the nurse stepped out. I was having troubles looking Dominique in the eyes.

"Of course," Dominique replied, kicking her feet against the exam table to entertain herself. "You're here to keep me company." I found myself fidgeting on the chair, incredibly uncomfortable. Beads of sweat were rolling down my legs. My slack pants, which were a size too big for me, felt so tight I was having a hard time breathing. I felt like a girl in a corset from some old movie, clutching her smelling salts as her eyes lolled back into her head. The comparison was less than appealing. Out of the corner of my eye, Dominique burned like a candle. I had to grip onto the handles of the chair hard to keep my balance. 

I was incredibly thankful when the doctor arrived, just so I wouldn't have to be left alone with her.

Of course, a moment later, the two of them were going over the results of her gynecological tests, and I had to plug my ears to keep from turning a embarrassing shade of turquoise.

Then it turned out that Dominique was having troubles with light-headedness sometimes, when she got out of her father's pool-sized Jacuzzi, probably while wearing some skimpy little two-piece bikini. I had to hold my breath to keep from imagining the chlorinated water dripping off her pink skin.

The doctor wisely explained that some lightheadedness was common after warm baths and that she shouldn't worry too much about it. He added in a crack about blood flow to male extremities and gave me a wink, leaving me feeling a bit light-headed. Then he changed topics without skipping a beat.

A few minutes later, Dominique was dressed and we were making our way out past the overly smiley receptionist, who by the way validated my parking, and back to my Jetta.

"Where to now, your highness?" I asked my charge, trying to act cool while still feeling really stupid.

"Shopping," she said quickly. "I need a couple of things."

"Oh, do you mean clothing? Don't tell me you want me to help you shop for lingerie!" It was hard to keep my voice steady.

"No, of course not, silly. I went bra shopping with Mom last Sunday. What I really need is some new toys."

"Aren't you a little too old to be playing with toys?" I asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Oh, no, I meant sex toys," Dominique explained as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I slammed my foot against the brake pedal, causing the guy in car behind me to honk loudly and make a couple of choice remarks about my gender and sexual persuasion.

Dominique flicked him off. I blushed. I was never one for profanity.

"I... I can't take you to a shop like that!" I stammered. "What would your father think? It's not even dark yet! What if someone saw me?"

"Oh, stop being such a douche," Dominique snapped, tapping her nails against the dashboard. "Daddy knows that Mom and me like to play with sex toys. It's a lot better than running off and sleeping with some guy, or something stupid like that." 

"You... you mean to tell me that you masturbate? And that your parents know about it?" I was breaking into a sweat. I couldn't believe any family could be so insane. I couldn't even bring myself to jack off in my parents' house, except late at night when I was sure everyone was asleep. Even then, I'd run the shower, just in case I got a little too loud.

"Well, duh," Dominique said coiling her hair around her finger again. "I had to tell Daddy so he'd give me the money to go shopping, and Mom told me confidentially that she's mostly been getting off using a vibrator for years. Daddy's not home enough nowadays, she says."


Daddy's Little Princess



I had enough sense this time not to slam on the breaks, but I still felt sick to my stomach. 

Dominique had to direct me to the sex shop, and it was pretty obvious that she wasn't used to navigating. There was plenty of time for me to get even more nervous.

I'd never been inside of an adult shop before, and I wasn't really sure what I felt about the whole industry. Sure, Dominique had a point. Using sex toy was a lot better than having meaningless sex with total strangers, but honestly, it I couldn't understand why people would do either. Sex was something reserved for people you really, really cared about. It wasn't like a person could die from being a little hard up. Otherwise I would have never made it to my eighteenth birthday, let alone to the ripe old age of twenty.

Miraculously, there was an open meter right outside the shop and enough spare change under the passenger seat to feed it. Dominique was kind enough to wiggle around in back to extract the coins from the under the seat. I have to admit that I found the sight of her tight athletic butt more than a little alluring.

I was beginning to think of the dimly lit adult store as the beginning of a challenging new adventure, something that would educate me a bit about the world and make me even more fit to be a member of society after I graduated college. So when Dominique grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the entrance, I didn't drag my feet too much. I had decided to play it cool.

I didn't recognize half the stuff in the shop. There were quite a few things that resembled penises of various sizes and color, and I had a pretty good idea that these were probably dildos. And there were a number of costumes as well, which looked like something in the back room of the drama club at my old high school, except conspicuously short and sometimes missing a piece that would cover breasts or genitalia.

Reading the backs of several boxes, I was learning to distinguish massage oils from edible lubricants when Dominique poked me.

I must have jumped a foot in the air and the little boxes I looking at clattered loudly to the floor. I blushed and quickly gathered them off the floor and re-shelved them.

She was holding some sort of electric green device with three bulbous heads, which looked like something out of a low-budget sci-fi movie.

"What do you think of this one?" she asked, her voice full of newfound energy. "I read some glowing reviews about it on the Internet. Girls say the orgasms it causes are extra strong because it gets you in three places at once, but Mom thinks I'm a bit too young to be experimenting with anal stimulation. I'm sort of torn and can't really decide."

"It's not really my place to decide," I said. I could feel myself turning green. The way my heart was thumping in my chest couldn't be healthy. I was going to die of a heart attack before I reached my forties. God help me, I'd never been so terrified in my life.

"It is too!" Dominique said, flipping her hair so it nearly slapped me across the face. "Daddy said you were supposed to be taking care of me. If I can't decide what toy I want to get, it's your job to help me. That's the rule."

"I'm sure this isn't what your father had in mind." 

Dominique waved the words away with a flick if her wrist. I sighed. There really was no reasoning with this girl. "What was the question again?"

Dominique smiled. "The Internet says this toy is really good, but Mommy doesn't want me to do anal yet."

"Listen to your mother," I said, with as somber an expression as I could muster. And that was that.

Dominique came back a moment later, her arms full of more conventional phallic objects. With my help, we selected a rainbow-colored one, and one that was hot pink.

I was beginning to hope she'd let me go home soon. I found it a bit eerie how quickly I had adapted to the environment of the adult store. With Dominique's innocence and enthusiasm to lead me onward, I was beginning to forget to feel awkward.

Even the seedy-looking men who were walking around with their heads down, selecting latex vaginas and dirty magazines, failed to make much of an impression on me. To tell you the truth, that's what was getting me so much. I was actually getting comfortable.

Unfortunately for my quickly diminishing sense of honor, Dominique wasn't willing to leave the shop with only a couple of gaily painted dildos, so for the next hour or so I had to lounge around while she tried on costume after costume, stepping out of the changing room every time to eagerly show me how she looked.

I felt myself turning a different color with each successively skimpier outfit. I had never imagined that maids, nurses and schoolgirls could have such a profound affect on me.

Thank goodness my charge had enough sense to leave her bra and panties on with some of the more ridiculous outfits, or it would have been quite a show indeed.

It felt like ages before we were at the counter. Dominique's purchases, besides the costumes and the toys, included two bottles of massage oil (one a warming cream), some matching bra and panty sets she couldn't open at the shop, and a spiked collar with a leash. I thought that one was a bit iffy, but she claimed it simply called to her.

"All right, one more stop and then home!" Dominique said when we hopped back into the car, pointing forward dramatically like Washington crossing the Delaware.

I laughed despite myself... and then I groaned.

"What embarrassing thing are we going to go shopping for now? Tampons?"

"Chocolates," she replied. "It's Valentine's Day after all, and I know my daddy will forget to buy Mom anything. Besides," she added with a devilish smile, "I've always had a sweet tooth."

"Fine, I know a little shop near where I grew up. My mother used to take me there for sweets when I'd come home with a good report card. I'll treat you to some of the 24-carat mousse they have there and big tall glass of milk, and then I'll help you pick out some chocolate-covered strawberries and truffles for your mother."

"Onward to chocolate then, before I start going through withdrawal and bite your head off or something, looking for a creamy filling inside." 

"Of course, Your Highness," I replied with a naughty laugh. I couldn't help it; seeing Dominique in all those kinky costumes had put me in a good mood, and the drive was one of the most pleasant in my life.

I ordered us the mousses I had promised, with two glasses of whole milk to wash them down, and placed then down on a little country-style table before going over to help Dominique decide what to buy for her mother.

She was leaning over dramatically, her cute rounded bottom pointing in the air, happily looking from one treat to another, literally a girl in a candy shop.

I probably had the world's sappiest grin on my face as I bent down next to her and began reading the different labels myself.

We must have bought half the store by the time we were through, and stuffed ourselves silly on the mousse and milk until we could hardly walk.

We were half way to her family's downtown penthouse when Dominique squealed and exclaimed that she had forgotten her panda bear notebook and her calculus homework in her football locker. She absolutely insisted that I call the school on my cell phone and have the janitor unlock the gym for her.

I knew that missing one piece of homework wouldn't really make any difference, but apparently her daddy put a lot of pressure on Dominique to get outstanding grades, and she was struggling to bite back tears when I expressed my reluctance to all the way back to her school. Eventually, I just had to give in.

It was getting dark by the time we met the janitor at the entrance, and to tell you the truth it was giving me the creeps. Of course, one of my most deepest, darkest secrets was that I've always been a bit uncomfortable with darkness.

It didn't help that there were some seedy-looking characters standing around, stomping on cigarettes and looking very much like they got their jollies from mugging innocent students with switchblades. As I watched them wide-eyed, one of them seriously sucked in his exhaled smoke though his nostrils, so he looked like a freaking' demon.

My feet were rooted to the spot, but Dominique walked past them into the locker room as though they weren't even there. I didn't like the way demon boy's gaze followed her delectable little bottom. Then, the three scoundrels exchanged looks and followed her inside.

I found myself trailing behind, despite my better judgment. A part of me still knew that I couldn't hold out against even one of the delinquents, let alone all three of them, but Dominique's charm was getting to me, and besides, there was still my job to consider!

Dominique had just twisted open her locker door when the villains rounded on her. They were making lewd comments, which were so suggestive they made me bush. My charge just stared at them wide-eyed as though she couldn't believe they could act so ridiculously.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I'm Dominique Madison, the beloved princess of my daddy, the biggest lawyer in New York. He'll hand your asses to you on a platter if you go so far as to touch even one hair on my head." 

The criminals laughed amongst themselves and made various cruel remarks about exactly how intimate Dominique's relationship with her father really was. Demon-boy made a lewd imitation with one of the wooden benches.

I found my hands balling up automatically into fists. I'm not a violent man by nature, and was never in a fight in school, but I found myself shaking in rage. How dare they talk to any woman like that, let alone my Dominique!

I swung and knocked the fellow closest to me squarely in the back of the head with my fist, stunning him. But without any experience, I didn't know how to hold my fist, and it hurt like hell. I had to jump up and down a couple of times, clutching at my wrist, and during that time one of the other guys' fists contacted hard to my jaw.

The pain was like nothing I ever felt before, like a momentary glimpse of eternal hellfire. I felt three of my teeth sway and I spat up blood, but the roots seemed to be ok. Maybe it was petty, but I thanked God for that. The last thing I wanted to do was to explain that one to my mother, and my family dentist.

Damn, I hate being so prissy.

After that first blow the animal part of me expected more to follow, and I closed my eyes in anticipation, but when there weren't any, I opened them to peek. Dominique had kneed my attacker in the testicles and he feel down at her feet, almost as though he wanted to lick her shoes.

"Bring it on!" Dominique said dramatically. "You don't have anything you can dish out that I can't handle." She kicked the downed guy in the shoulder to bring home her point and walked right over him, holding her panda notebook as though it was a teddy bear.

She extended her hand down to me with the biggest, most beautiful smile imaginable. I know I meant to reach up and take it, but somehow my body slid past and I kissed her on those irresistible lips instead.

She pulled away playfully and wiped her face like a cat grooming itself.

"Eew! You taste like blood," she said, taking my hand familiarly and leading me out of the locker room and out through the school gates, before licking her lips. "Actually, you know, you don't taste half bad after all." She smacked her lips temptingly. "A little tangy, but I think I like that." 

She was so close to me that her body's natural musk was affecting me, going straight to my head like cheap champagne. A moan caught in my throat and I couldn't breathe. She moved even closer so her face was half an inch from me, and I became insanely aware of my desire to kiss her again.

My body was reacting automatically, and I was very self-conscious about the way my dick was swelling and my hips were thrusting against her gently of their own account.

Her tongue lashed out and licked the corner of my mouth. "Yes, very tangy, just the way I like it," she said, her voice husky.

Somehow I found the willpower to push her away from me. After all, we had only just met, regardless of my body's insistence that I had been waiting for her all my life.

She had always been insanely attractive but I knew she was the girl for me the moment her knee collided with that ruffian's groin. I love a girl who knows how to say no.

"I need you, Daniel. Please make love to me," she half-whispered, half-whimpered, wrapping her hands around my waist tightly.

Before I could reply, she kissed me deeply. The warmth and the smell of her mouth enveloped me, and I was blind, deaf and senseless to anything else. I moaned hungrily into her mouth. I needed to be a gentleman, to push her away and hold back, take it slowly the way this beautiful creature deserved. She pumped her tongue in and out of my mouth with feverish desire and more raw skill than I expected from her.

How could two people be so supernaturally attractive to each other? The touch of her lips against my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my neck, my chin, shot through me with more force than any climax I ever had when masturbating.

"No, Dominique, I'm supposed to be taking care of you. It wouldn't be right to take advantage of you that way," I stammered. I was so wrapped up in my own world of divine pleasure that the words seemed to come from a completely different realm.

"You're not taking advantage of me by giving me what I want!" Dominique countered stubbornly. Her lovely blond head was snuggling against my chest. "I swear, Daniel, you're too old fashioned. A regular Prince Charming! I always knew I'd fall in love with a man like you."

"You... you love me?" I stammered. I know it was lame but it was the first time someone who wasn't family had said that to me. I've never really dated much. I was far too studious. The words really touched me.

"I love you too. More than I ever thought was possible," I said, stroking her beautiful hair. "I love taking care of you, just being with you. I feel like I could hold you forever and be completely satisfied."

Dominique gently grabbed my hand and laid it on the mound of her breast, letting me know she wanted me to touch her there, so I did. Her nipple was hard, and her breast was soft, and my fingers couldn't get enough of either sensation. Dominique moaned, and it was like music to my ears. My face was rubbing against hers tenderly, and shivers were going down my spine. She was just so soft and warm.

Dominique reached out and began to caress my crotch. For the first second or two, the sensation was so overpowering that I was startled and felt vulnerable and had to keep myself from jumping back and killing the wonderful erotic mood that was building. I forced myself to take a deep breath and resettle, and then oh god it was wonderful!

My voice was completely caught in my throat, and I felt afloat in a turbulent sea of primal pleasure. My whole body, and hers too, rocked and shook to its rhythm.

The New York sky, ablaze with city lights, seeped into us and filled us with life and with passion.

I kissed her all over the face and down her neck and chest. And she kissed me back everywhere.

The weather wasn't right to be lingering around outside, and neither of us was dressed very warmly, but we weren't cold either. I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life, and a hundred times more aroused. My world began and ended with the sensation and the beautiful woman in my arms. We were primal gods of passion, as long as our bodies never parted. The world itself was made for our pleasure. I could feel her sex on the wind and in the concrete under our feet, surrendered to the tribal drum pounding in time, which was our beating hearts.

I could have gone on like this for hours. And maybe I did, because it was already very late by the time Dominique's cell phone rang and my charge began to comfort her panicked mother.

I felt lower than pond scum, especially when Dominique told her mother how I'd saved her from potential rapists.

I took the phone from Dominique and offered her mother a complete apology for keeping her daughter so late, as Dominique pouted and stomped her foot on the pavement.

She was still pouting, her arms crossed over her chest the whole ride home and, I felt numb but responsible. I flicked on the radio, because the silence was killing me. "You really got a hold on me" came on and I felt like I was going to cry.

Dominique was still cross when we parked outside her family's townhouse, and didn't seem very accommodating. So I pulled the bag of chocolates we had bought for her mother out of the back seat and carried them to the gate for her.

I rang the buzzer for the front gate and spoke to Dominique's mother, Justine. There was a high-tech video monitor attached to allow Mrs. Madison to speak with the callers, and good god she was beautiful! She could have been Dominique's sister instead of her mother. She looked every bit twenty-five, but she couldn't be unless she was only seven when she gave birth to my charge. She was either really gifted in the looks department, or had a face lift, or maybe a bit of both.

"Oh my boy, those creeps really did a number on your face! I absolutely insist you come up here for a late dinner and let me mop you up and give you a compress. Your left cheek is beginning to swell."

I felt my cheek and realized that she was right. Between making out with Dominique and having her upset with me, I hadn't had a moment to examine my injuries. Now I touched my cheek and it hurt like hell.

"Thank you, Mrs. Madison. I think I'll partake of your hospitality if you don't mind. My mother will flip if I come home all beaten up, so if you patch me up it will save me a four-hour wait in the emergency room to get a head x-ray."

Mrs. Madison laughed. Dominique looked up and smiled a little. I didn't really know why she was got upset with me, but boy was I happy to see that smile. Dominique pulled out the door key and unlocked the gate before her mother could buzz us in. What had been the point of even talking to her mother? I didn't know my charge had a house key!

I made a quick call to my mom to tell her I was going to be eating at my boss's house tonight and hung up before she could congratulate me too much.

"Come on," Dominique said, practically dragging me up the stairs. She had an oddly determined look on her face, as though she intended to lock me up so she wouldn't lose me. Her pace was so quick I found myself struggling to keep up with her.

I felt a bit weird walking into her house. Like I said before, I haven't really dated much. But when Justine, who was dressed in a full dinner gown, grabbed me and hugged me tightly to her nearly bare breast the moment I stepped across the threshold, I was afraid that I was hopping mad.

"You are such a little prince charming," she said, shaking me back and forth so that she was half-suffocating, half-strangling me with her ample bosom. "Go wash up and get into your dinner things, Princess, while I patch lover boy up. The maid is getting dinner set up, so you have just enough time to freshen up. Don't worry, Daniel, your work clothes will be just fine for dinner. Maybe I'll dress you up in one of my husband's suit jackets or something. You'd be absolutely ravishing."

The thought of wearing my boss's clothes was more than I could handle and I refused politely. I let Justine tenderly mop me up. She had been a RN at the local hospital before she became too pregnant with Dominique to continue, and the hospital replaced her rather than grant her maternity leave. Mrs. Madison had of course sued and won a settlement, but the hospital still laid her off and she hadn't worked since.

I patted her on the shoulder and she smiled at me, the same winning smile that Dominique had. I felt myself beginning to get aroused again. I was really self-conscious about it. It was bad enough I was falling madly in love with my boss's daughter, I didn't need to get the hots for his wife too!




Daddy's Little Princess



Fortunately, Dominique chose just that time to get out of the bathroom, and we all sat down to dinner. The first course was wine and clam chowder. I apologized profusely and told the hostess that it was a family custom not to eat sea food. I sipped at the wine, feeling a little bad that I wasn't old enough to drink it. I would, after all, be driving home after dinner, and the last thing I needed was a DUI on my record.

Justine herself cleared away my soup bowl and replaced it with an elaborately arranged salad, which I ate eagerly, more or less ignoring the wine and taking liberal gulps of water with every bite to help the alcohol pass though my body more quickly.

I don't want to talk about dinner much, because it was long and boring and would have been terrible if the food hadn't been so tasty and the women so uniformly admiring and beautiful.

I insisted on helping with the dishes, and while I was alone in the kitchen, I called my mother and told her about the alcohol. She was practically bouncing off the walls to hear that I had dinner with the bosses family (Even though I informed her that Mr. Madison hadn't attended) and wanted every little detail including a description of Mrs. Madison's evening gown and table manners. She quickly made it clear that she and my father could do without me for as long as Justine was willing have me, so when Dominique reappeared wearing her adult-size Disney's Sleeping Beauty night shirt, clutching her calculus book to her chest as though it was her teddy and batting her big blue puppy dog eyes at me, I didn't feel all that conflicted.

When Mrs. Madison heard I was going to stay to tutor Dominique, she insisted on giving me a tour or the apartment, which was not very large, but very richly furnished.

She led me through both bathrooms. Dominique's bathroom had an under the sea theme with sea shells and glass bubbles which made me almost explode with laughter. Mrs. Madison had her own dark wood makeup table and silver mirror and more creams and perfumes to fill it than my great aunt. She chuckled good-naturedly when she caught me staring and informed me that her husband's executive assistant was infamous for selecting perfume as a gift for each and every birthday or major holiday. No wonder god had created return counters and gift cards.

I had to view half a dozen naked baby pictures of Dominique before she left us alone to study. Dominique needed more of a pat on the back than any real tutoring, and she soared through her homework and chapter work. She soared though it all while playing footsie with me.

God, even her foot touching mine was arousing! I could hardly breathe. And periodically, her hair or her skin would brush against me as she worked and my heart would stop. Oh god, I wanted to hold her! I let my nose linger in her sweet-smelling hair and let my hand rest on her lap when I wasn't using it to point or to flip pages.

It was bliss. I felt like I was trapped in a warm bubble of love and pleasure, and I could just sit and stay in it, maybe wrap it around myself like a heated blanket.

All at once, Dominique let her book drop to the floor and kissed me deeply, square on the mouth.

I had forgotten how wonderful she tasted, the rich warm sensation of her mouth as it connected to mine and the lovely way her tongue played around in my mouth. I let my hands crawl into her shirt a bit, though I felt like a cad doing it, and was rewarded with the softest, warmest flesh imaginable.

Dominique moaned and her head flew back. She covered her face to keep herself from crying out. I felt the fire in my belly grow hotter and I moaned myself. I couldn't help it. Oh god, it was bliss! My hands began to take on a life of their own, traveling up Dominique's leg until my fingers met the elastic of her panties.

I moaned to myself. Knowing Dominique, she'd let me slide off those little panties and have my way with her. I could push the lips of her genitalia apart and wedge my fingers, or even my tongue deep down inside of her. I licked my lips at the thought. After a couple of seconds of beating myself up about it, I let my fingers slide underneath the material and inch closer and closer to her.

Oh god she was wet! Impossibly wet, and such a pleasure to touch, I was afraid I was going to faint like a woman in a corset. I know it sounds hokey, but I felt the wetness as though it was part of my own body, and I wanted to cry out into the heavens as her pleasure and mine began to unite.

Dominique began to tug on my belt buckle and I whimpered. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered seductively in my ear. I felt my whole body tremble at the thought. God, was it possible that I would really get to make love to such a beautiful, wonderful woman? It was like a dream come true, almost too wonderful to be for real. My body was telling me just how much it wanted to listen to her. I had been denying myself too much for too long, and now I wanted what I wanted. And honestly, I was already head over heels for the girl, so that made it almost all right. Still, we had only just met, and I just wasn't that sort of guy.

"I'm sorry baby," I moaned, my voice rough with repressed desire. "I just can't. I mean, you're a virgin, aren't you, and I am too, and we aren't even dating yet. I couldn't live with myself if I deflowered you like this, no matter how much my body tells me to."

"Oh come on," Dominique protested. "Just because you work for Daddy doesn't mean you have to be such a goodie-goodie. I know how desperately you've been yearning for me all day. Wouldn't you just love it if I took you by the cock and guided you into me?"

"Please don't," I half-said, half-moaned. "It's hard to keep my hands off you as it is." I was getting even more aroused and feeling a bit ridiculous about it. After all, we weren't really having sex, it was all in my head. But she continued as though there hadn't been any interruption.

"I can almost feel you pressing into me," she gasped, and I could tell she wasn't faking it. She really could feel me penetrating her, though I was only sitting next to her, staring wide-eyed and feeling very horny. "Oh you're so big, I'm not sure I can take it. I've never had anything so big in me before. I've never even used a big dildo."

Now it was my turn to gasp. My groin was on fire. Dominique leaned over and kissed my neck. She gasped and bit my earlobe, not quite hard enough to hurt. Then she whispered in my ear. 

"Oh god, you really know how to fill me. Oh! Oh!" She squeezed her legs together and began rocking her hips back and forth, obviously pleasuring herself on the couch cushion. "I can feel you knocking against my g-spot."

"Stop being silly," I said, working hard to pretend I didn't even have a dick, let alone a dick inside the most beautiful wonderful girl imaginable. I had to sit on my hands to keep from tugging at myself through my pants.

"Oh, but it really feels so good," she whimpered in my ear, sending little shivers of unwanted pleasure down my spine. "I feel like I'm going to cum really hard. Oh Daniel, I want you so badly!"

I knew I would be masturbating in my car. I wouldn't be able to make it home. Fortunately, I always keep a pack of tissues in the glove compartment, so cleanup wouldn't be a big issue.

"Oh come on, Daniel! I can feel you already, but I'm sure the real thing would feel so much better. Come on, make a woman out of me. Make me gasp, make me writhe, make me beg for mercy." She was grinding faster and faster on the couch cushion and it was obvious that she was very close to climax. "Come on Daniel, fill me, pound me until you make me scream!" 

Suddenly her face froze and her body began to shake, and I could almost feel the sweet, strong orgasm that was coursing through her.

I gasped and realized that I had messed up my pants. I pulled Dominique to me and kissed her squarely on the lips. For a moment after our mouths had parted, we simply looked each other without saying a word.

"Now, that date you were talking about before, how does next Sunday sound?" Dominique said just as the silence was becoming unbearable.

"Sounds good," I said. It sounded better than good, but I was feeling all squishy and awkward on completely unfamiliar ground. "Mom will be nervous if I don't get home before midnight, no matter how easygoing she's pretending to be, but I'll call you first thing tomorrow and we can make plans."

"Alright," Dominique said, righting her skirt and standing up to walk me in the door. "But remember, we Madison women know how to get what we want from a man. So, don't you go thinking you'll get off so easy next time. I expect full service."

I gulped timidly, but I was smiling. Dominique made a show of playing with my nose for a couple of seconds before she let me slip out the front door.

When I got home, I was out the moment my head it the pillow. It had really been some day. 



Daddy's Little Princess



**Please note: This is a work of fiction and involves incestuous themes. Please do not read if you are likely to be offended. All characters are over 18.** 

I've always been Daddy's little Princess ever since I was a small girl and would often get everything that I wanted, whether it be dolls or riding lessons, Daddy always made sure his special Princess wanted for nothing. As I grew older I began to become daring in what I asked my Daddy for. This resulted in getting a top of the range Mercedes for my 18th birthday and going on an all expenses trip to Australia for 6 months. I really was becoming a spoilt brat. 

Things changed one Christmas though, and it was a Christmas I won't forget in a hurry! 

I had come home from college for the holiday season and had agreed to stay at my parent's house as my apartment was being decorated (courtesy of Daddy). When I arrived I realised my parent's had invited my stupid cousins Jamie and her dumb brother Miles. I really hated these two ever since the day they decided to shave all the hair off every single one of my barbie dolls when I was 8. Trivial childish behaviour, but at the time devastating. 

After exchanging pleasantries over dinner I excused myself and went to have a bath. The en suite bathroom in my bedroom had a tiny bath so I decided to use my parents en suite with its huge corner spa bath. Filling it with near scorching water I added as much of my mothers expensive bubble bath as possible and eased myself in. Relaxing back I took joy in recounting a recent sexual encounter I had had with my college tutor Mr Adamms. 

Mr Adamms was in his 40's with jet black hair, tanned and with a killer six pack. He was every college girls dream so I couldn't believe it when he asked me to stay late to help him clear up some of the days experiments. I had just started to wash up the test tubes when I felt a hand go round my waist, holding my breath in anticipation, Mr Adamms span me around and started to kiss me hard on the lips. His hands fumbled under my skirt and it was then he realised I had no panties on....

I was really getting into reliving this moment and had slipped my hand under the bubbles slowly fingering my already excited pussy. Dipping my fingers into my pussy I was started to work myself up when I had the sensation that someone was watching me. Snapping my eyes open I could not believe it when I saw my own Daddy sitting on the loo seat, hard cock in hand watching his own daughter in the bath. 

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING DADDY?" I yelled quite taken aback by the sight. 

"I'm watching my Princess playing with her kitty," was his brazen reply. "Now don't shout otherwise you'll end up having your mother in here." 

"Um ok sorry Daddy," I replied. "But why would you come into the bathroom when I'm in here? I'm a grown woman now you can't do it." 

"I can," came his reply. "This is my house and while your under my roof you will abide my rules, is that understood Princess?"

Totally dumbstruck, it was all I could do but to nod at my Daddy, who had never so much as raised his voice slightly at me let alone tell me there was a set of rules to abide by. Still stroking his hard cock, which for a man in his 50's was a fairly good size he asked me whether I liked what I saw.

"What do you mean? Do I like the vision of my own Daddy wanking?" I asked. 

"Well yes," he replied. "Is it making you all tingly?" 

I thought about this for a few minutes. What my Daddy was doing should, by all standards repulse me, but here I was in the bath, still playing with my pussy while my Daddy wanked. My cheeks blushed bright red as I realised I was still playing with myself, my eyes fixated on my Daddy and even worse I could feel that I was getting turned on by it. 

"Erm I do like what I am seeing Daddy, but it feels so wrong at the same time. Maybe I should just get out of the bath and we can forget this ever happened." 

A smile spread across Daddy's face, chuckling he says, "Now why would you want to do such a thing when you and I both know your kitty is getting wetter by the second just watching me. I mean what would happen if I was to do this." 

With that Daddy stood up and came over to the bath edge. Bending down he plunged his hand into the bubbly water and placed a finger on the outside of my pussy lips, tracing it over my lips he put the tip of one into me. 

"Daddy what are you doing? Please don't, its wrong," I pleaded with him squirming slightly under the hot water. Continuing like he had not heard he plunged his whole finger into me up to the knuckle before bending down closer and without hesitation licked one of my nipples.

I felt my face flush bright red as I stood up grabbing a towel as I did so and with a look of confusion I stared at him. The grin was still plastered on his face as he gently placed a hand on the side of my face. 

"Now Princess I want you to get out of the bath, towel yourself and get onto my bed," he instructed before planting a loving kiss on my forehead. Too stunned by what had happened and feeling like I was on autopilot, I dutifully did as I was told before taking a deep breath and nervously pushing open the bathroom door. 

My eyes slowly adjusted to the soft lighting and I looked around absorbing the sight in front of me, there on the bed was Daddy with my cousin Miles. Both were butt naked and very aroused. Smiling broadly at me Daddy beckoned me to come over. 

"Ok Princess, now I know this must come as a bit of a shock to you what with you just in that little towel, all naked and vulnerable but Miles here was desperate to say something to you, weren't you Miles?" 

Daddy looked at Miles and without meeting his gaze Miles replied, "Yes master I do." 

I stared at Miles very confused, did he just call Daddy master? This is just getting odder I thought. Continuing looking at the floor Miles says to me, "Yes I wanted to apologies for destroying your barbies all those years ago. I know they meant a lot to you so I want to offer myself to you as repayment." 

For a moment I am speechless then finally looking from my Daddy to Mile I finally find my voice. "But that was so long ago, I don't understand what is going on." Continuing I ask Daddy, "What does he mean offer himself and why did he call you Master?" 

Leaning back onto the bed, Daddy traced his finger on the duvet cover before flicking a piece of stray fluff onto the floor. "Well a while back Miles got into some financial troubles and wanted to borrow some money saying he would do anything for it. This got my mind whirring and I decided that on special holidays when he comes over he is my sex slave to pay off the debt."

"WHAT? No, no, Daddy that's wrong," I spluttered, not quite believing what I had heard. "Why would you do that? What about Mummy? or Auntie Jean? What happens if someone found out?" 

The questions came thick and fast but Daddy just sat there his expression unchanged.

"No it's not wrong at all," replied Daddy. "Miles had a need and so did I, your mother is too old for me now, I need younger sex slaves. Plus he is at the age of consent and what he does is not ones business." 

With that Daddy put his hand behind Miles neck and pushed his head towards his hardened cock. Miles accepted this and opening his mouth took the full length of my Daddies cock without even a hint of shame. 

"Mmmm Miles that's it, gag on your Masters cock, take it all!" My Daddy's hand still on the back of Mile's neck. I didn't quite know what to do. I wanted to run away but I was transfixed by this sight and dare I say it very turned on. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the towel in closer around me. 

After a few minutes my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Daddy's voice. "Princess I want you to lie back, close your eyes and let Miles start paying you back."

Without stopping to think I found myself laying back, still with towel firmly round me and closing my eyes. Breathing heavily I tried to calm my racing heart when I felt a hand running up the inside of my thigh. It carried on up my thigh, skimming past my pussy till it reached the towel. I stiffened half with fear and half with anticipation as I felt the towel being taken away.

"Just relax Princess I will make sure its all pleasurable for you," whispered Daddy. 

The hand then traced its fingers over my erect nipples, stopping to gently flick them before proceeding down my body till it reached my moist and wanting pussy. I felt the thumb and forefinger spread my lips open, expecting probing fingers to start pleasuring me I was somewhat surprised to feel something different, something warmer, wetter and darting across my clit. 

"What the h.....oh no...what's happening? What are you doing?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before the realisation of what was happening hit me. With my eyes closed I couldn't see anything, especially not the person running their tongue around my clit.

"You are getting some oral repayment Princess," said my Daddy. "Relax and enjoy every sensation." 

The tongue continued to work its way in and out of my ever increasing wet hole. As it darted across my clit, I began to breathe heavy as I felt the first grips of an orgasm building. With my eyes still closed I began to push myself onto the tongue, making slight thrusts with my hips so it went in deeper. 

Totally engrossed with the ever increasing flicking of the tongue, I barely noticed a second sensation creeping over my nipples, first sucking then biting on one and a hand gripping my other teasing the nipple between its fingers. My orgasm was quickly building when I suddenly was gripped by a realisation. If Miles tongue and hands were pleasuring my pussy then whose were playing with my breasts? Snapping open my eyes with a start I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was Miles who was playing with my breasts, sucking hard on my engorged nipples. 

Barely having the courage to look down as the realisation hit me of a possible answer I slowly looked down and recoiled in horror to see my own Daddy happily licking and sucking at his little Princesses pussy! 

Squirming to get away I shouted at Daddy, "Daddy no stop, please this is not right." I pleaded trying to push him away with my legs. partly in horror, but mostly because it scared me how much I lusted for him as his tongue was still darting around in my aroused pussy, bringing my orgasm closer. 

"Daddy please don't," I pleaded again. 

"I though I told you to keep your eyes closed Princess," he said with slight anger in his voice. "Now you have upset your Daddy and disobeyed me so I must teach you a lesson." 

I didn't know what he meant but I really didn't like the sound of it. Lowering my raised voice I muttered, "I'm sorry Daddy it was the shock, please I'll close my eyes again. please don't be angry Daddy." 

I closed my eyes tight but it made no difference as I felt his tongue leave my pussy and Miles tongue and hands leave my breasts. 

"Put your head up a little," Miles instructed me. "I have to put this round your eyes." 

Feeling something silky round my face I could only presume it was one of mom's silk scarves. 

"Slave you may leave the room," Daddy ordered Miles. "And make sure you turn on the radio as you leave I don't want Princesses moans to alert anyone." 

I heard the door softly shut as miles left and the sounds of classical music filled the air.

"Open your legs for Daddy, that's it now lift them higher," my Daddy told me in a firm but softly spoken tone. 

I did as I was told confused as to what was happening, but excited none the less. Lying there for what seemed an eternity I felt something against the entrance of my pussy. Something warm and fleshy. I realised quickly it was my Daddy's hard cock. 

"I'm going to take your kitty Princess and use it till I cum," Daddy whispered, inches away from my face his hot breath heating my cool cheek. Before I had time to protest my Daddy's cock slammed into me. 

"Ouch Daddy that hurt," I protested, tears forming, I bit my bottom lip to stop me from crying out. "I'm sorry Princess, I'll be more gentle." 

With a slightly more gentler and slower pace I began to move with Daddy on every stroke. Arching my back so that I got all of his big cock in me it occurred to me that my own Daddy was fucking me and I was loving it. In fact I was building up to a huge orgasm. 

"Are you enjoying this Princess?" Daddy questioned me. 

"Yes Daddy very much," I purred back, still biting on my lip but this time to stifle my building moans. 

"Then there is no need for this." With one movement he took off the blindfold.

My eyes focused quickly and I could see that Daddy was loving fucking his Princess so I smiled up to him. 

"Please fuck me hard Daddy, as hard as you can!" I whimpered, opening my eyes wide and biting on my lip even more. Grinning he began to quicken his pace, bringing his mouth down to my nipple he licked the tip and sent shivers through my body. 

"Oh Daddy I'm going to cum!" I said breathlessly. 

Looking at me with passion in his eyes he replied lustfully, "I thought you might with some nipple play that was always a favourite with your mother, but your breasts are so much more firmer than hers ever were."

The shivers continued as he began to gently bite on my nipple at the same time slowing down his strokes and making them deeper, grinding against my clit as he did so. This sent my clit into spasm and I began to buck as the orgasm started to consume me. 

"Oh Princess are you going to cum for me?" asked Daddy.

"Yes, oh yes Daddy I'm going to cum on your cock."

Looking down at me panting heavily, "You must hold it in Princess till I count you down as I want to cum at the same time and fill your kitty up with my warm cum." 

Feeling a warm sensation taking over my body I spluttered, "But I can't hold on Daddy, please let me cum now." 

Ignoring me he moved ever so slightly so that he was no longer grinding against my clit, easing the feelings a little. With slow and deep thrusts Daddy started to build up, groaning and sweating slightly he looked down at me. 

"I'm going to cum in your kitty Princess, I'm going to fill you up. So on the count of 3 you will cum too." 

Barely able to contain myself I started shaking as he began to count.

"One..." Daddy picked up speed and started to grind against my large clit.

"Two......" My whole body shuddered under the looming orgasm that I was going to have as Daddy paused his cock deeper inside me.

"Three........." With that I started to shake, my clit spasming, my juices flowing. I began screaming in pleasure. 

"No screaming." he grunted and forced his mouth onto mine. His tongue invaded my mouth as I felt him cum inside me, filling me up as his cock twitched. Exhausted he rolled over and swept the hair off my face. 

"Next time," he said. "You will suck Daddy off till he cums in your mouth."

Planting a kiss on my forehead he stood up and look at me with a loving smile. "Oh and Princess?" 

"Yes Daddy?" 

"Merry Christmas sweetie." 



Daddy's Little Princess



I had come home earlier than I had planned with business a little slow at the store and plenty of help there. I figured I could use the time to load more stuff to my online store. I have a comfortable office at home and get more done when I'm alone and not being interrupted. Besides, I wasn't in the best of moods because of the argument with my wife Linda last night. Not having sex in over a month helped to start the argument, but knowing my wife as I did, I accused her of not having a similar month long dry spell. She would neither confirm nor deny it, but she ended the argument just the same.

So I was a little off my game when I walked in the house and was met by my daughter Teri in her tiny white bikini. This one was a skin-hugging spandex that outlined every sumptuous curve of her body. She loved wearing white because she thought it was a sharp contrast to the dark Mediterranean skin she inherited from her mother. Her nipples stood proudly, almost poking through the light, tight material.

"Hi daddy!" she chirped. Always perky, she came over and gave me a hug, sliding her arms around my neck, and then giving me a short peck on my lips as she had done thousands of times before. There was nothing sexual in it, strictly a platonic welcome home kiss. But something in those sultry dark brown eyes said that something was changing between us.

"I'm going to hop in the shower so don't flush the toilet," she admonished. 

"Boy you fuck up one little time and they never let you forget it." Her arms were still around me and I still had my hands on her bare hips. "I'm just getting a snack and I'll be in my office. Promise not to flush." 

She kissed me again, her lips lingering a second or two longer than normal, and slowly slid her arms from my neck down my chest. Her long fingernails sent chills through my body as they softly raked over my nipples and I found myself gripping her hips harder. She smiled and pushed herself away. I wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but it was creating some very un-fatherly feelings in me. Or was it just me being horny from a lack of sex?

"See you in a few minutes. Oh, and Lisa's out by the pool so don't get startled if you hear someone." She turned and bounded up the stairs, giving me just a glimpse of her pretty, round little ass. The snake in my pants was awakening and I chastised myself for my lack of control around my own daughter. But damn, even her mother was never that cute.

I'm not sure when I noticed that Teri had grown up. She had the short-cropped black hair like her mother with those dark brown, sultry eyes, but the comparisons pretty much stopped there. Her mother was tall and athletic with a full chest, tiny waist, and flared hips while Teri remained petite like her grandmother. At just over five feet tall, her well proportioned body had the look of a young swimmer or a gymnast with curves.

I thought of all those nights over the years when she would be watching television with us and then suddenly would just get up and come and plop herself down in my lap, curling up on my chest while I wrapped my arms around her. She never did this with her mother, at least not while I was around. Linda had enjoyed doing this when we were first married, but once Teri was born, she had taken to curling up in her own over-sized chair.

Sometimes when Teri was sleeping in my arms, Linda would shift position in her chair so she was facing me instead of the television. Then the teasing would start. She would fondle her enormous breasts through the soft silky nightgown until her nipples stiffened and became visible. Then she would pull one of her large pendulous breasts out of the gown and pinch that hard nipple and mouth "Oh Daddy!" at me. When she was sure I had an erection, she would start playing with her pussy, fingering her slit through the soft shiny material until it was wet. Then she would start mouthing "Yes Daddy, Yes Daddy!" while I looked on helplessly with a bulge in my shorts and my little angel in my lap.

I didn't get to spend much time with Teri while she was growing up, so when I was with her, I gave her all my attention. I had always thought the teasing was part jealousy and part Linda's need for kinky public sex. As the memories passed quickly through my brain, I wondered if there were more to it. Had she been trying to make me see Teri as something more than my little girl or had something happened to Linda in her childhood that prompted her actions?

I quickly dismissed the thoughts and grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to the cupboard for the pretzels. That was when I noticed Lisa out by the pool. She was laying by the pool in a purple suit similar to Teri's white one. She was on her stomach with her boyish round buns staring at me. It appeared her top was off and her long blond mane was cast to one side while she soaked up the rays. Her fair skin glistened in the sunlight either from suntan lotion or perspiration. 

Teri had been friends with Lisa since childhood having met in kindergarten and staying close right up to their recent high school graduation last week. It was unusual in this neighborhood for families not to move away as careers changed but somehow our two families had survived and Teri and Lisa were closer because of it.

Lisa had matured physically at a much younger age, puberty hitting her just before her teens. At first it had been a problem for them with Teri being very envious, but as friends do, they worked out their differences and the relationship grew stronger. Lisa was a half-foot taller than Teri with a chest that even my wife was envious of, a flat stomach and still somewhat boyish hips. Given the way her chest filled out, one would have thought the hips would have followed, but they had yet to develop. She still had a nice well rounded ass and flat tummy, the total picture showing a beautiful young lady. The bottom of her shimmering purple suit left a lot of her beauty exposed to the sun.

I heard the shower start upstairs and then looked back just as Lisa rolled over; those large pendulous breasts unleashed were swinging back and forth as she tried to get comfortable on her back. This was an even better view that her lovely little backside. And that purple bottom was hugging her skin so tight, that I could see a perfect outline of her delightful, swollen mound and the ample slit that dissected it.

With her earbuds in, she obviously hadn't heard me come home. I don't think she had even noticed that Teri had left her until she looked around. With a slightly aggravated look, she pulled out her earbuds and propped herself on her elbows so she could expand her view, not finding Teri anywhere. Her frustration obvious, she grabbed the suntan lotion and squirted some across her chest and then into her hands.

She lay back down and began to massage the milky fluid into her light, now pinkish, skin. She began by spreading it out quickly over her torso and then slowly began to work it into the soft skin of her flat tummy and ribcage. She started a slow massage around her navel and then carefully worked her way up to those mammoth mounds. It took both hands to work the creamy lotion into the pale, white boobs that had been encased in the purple top. She lifted the left one, working underneath the heavy flesh, then back up and over the pale nipple that quickly popped up, glad for the attention.

I set down the pretzels and reached down and unzipped my fly, releasing the swollen meat that had been pressing against the front of my slacks. Clear, thick fluid was oozing from the tip and I spread it up and down the entire length of my hardened shaft. My heart was beating faster and every nerve in my body was awake as I stroked my meat while watching this nubile nymph. I took a long gulp on the cold, frosty bottle of beer and then turned my attention back to this gorgeous young girl.

Lisa continued to work that stiff nipple and I could see her breathing quicken as well, her ample flesh rising and falling at the same pace as her massaging fingers. She switched to her right breast, again slowly massaging the lotion into her skin until it blended perfectly with her alabaster flesh. She teased the nipple, squeezing and pinching it, while her breathing continued to quicken. Leaving her right hand on that nipple, her left hand began a slow trek downward, eventually sliding over the soft material onto her mound.

I chugged the rest of my beer and then used the condensation from the bottle to add more fluid to my stroking. The chilled liquid only added to the stimulation of my long hard cock. I dreamed about spreading the material of the tight purple bottom and burying my tongue between the dark pink lips that I was sure rested there.

I watched as her hand pushed against the soft cloth, her middle finger forcing the material into her slit and making the outline of her mound complete. She began to work it faster and harder, the spandex disappearing between her wide crack and making a gorgeous cameltoe. The swelling of her mound was a dark pink, but as she continued to work it, I watched in awe as it turned a beautiful shade of deep red. 

My stroking became faster and I knew there was no going back now. I would need to finish this or I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the work I needed to do. I could feel my body quiver as I watched her and could feel the lava boiling in my balls as my sac tightened. 

Lisa was desperate for release as well and pulled the material aside so she could insert two fingers from her right hand while the left hand worked her clit. Her lotion covered fingers easily slid in and out of her pussy. She didn't even bother to look around to see if Teri might be coming back. She no longer cared about anything but her own pleasure now.

I slowed my stroking briefly, looking for something to shoot my wad into, and grabbed a dirty cup from the sink. My eyes quickly locked back onto those fingers as they worked in and out of the tight pussy. I looked up to her beautiful face, now contorted in agony as she waited for the inevitable climax. Her full lips were wide apart and quivering as she gasped for air while her hands flailed away trying to bring her satisfaction. 

She gripped her clit between her thumb and index finger and began to squeeze and rub as she tried to muffle her moans of pleasure. Her cute butt lifted off the towel as the slick fingers worked furiously, and I could picture my cock sliding in and replacing those fingers. My knees suddenly got weak as my cock surged forth spewing gob after gob of my cloudy liquid into the cup. I squeezed my cock hard and felt a second surge as more cum followed and dribbled down into the cup. My body was shaking as I continued to stroke even after the liquid stopped.

Lisa was now moaning loudly, her back arched as her left hand squeezed her clit one last time and held it while her orgasm rippled through her body. Her humongous tits were laying off to the side now, her chest heaving as I watched her shiver in delight. The muscles in her legs and tummy were well-defined as the tingling rippled through every nerve ending in her body. She slowly let her butt lay back on the towel and removed her fingers from her wet pussy. Her hands came back up and clenched her tits, rubbing the nipples intensely as that tingling gradually left her body. Now feeling somewhat guilty, she looked around again to make sure she had not been caught.

I quickly grabbed a paper towel and wiped the remains of my cum from my softening prick and then tucked it back in my pants. I rinsed the cup out, washing my seed down the sink and placed the cup back where it had been. With one last, longing look at Lisa, I grabbed another beer and the pretzels and briskly walked to my office and shut the door. I heard the shower stop and was thankful for the timing. It took a few minutes and about half the second beer, but I finally got down to updating the web page list of items.

My wife Linda had warned that she might be late tonight due to a presentation she was working on to lure a new client and after our discussion last night, I was certain she would not be home tonight regardless. I had been wondering for some time now if work was all she was doing when she stayed out late. Our sex life had fallen off sharply since her promotion last year and had been fairly active prior to that. Given our past history, I wouldn't have been surprised if she was having an affair with her new assistant, even if she was a female. Her lack of acknowledgment last night seemed to confirm my suspicions. At least with her gone, I could get this work finished tonight and have tomorrow night to myself.

There was a knock on my door as the knob turned and the door opened. Teri was freshly showered and had put on a pair of tight, white short-shorts and a loose white tee shirt. With her dark skin as a background, the outfit glowed like it was under a black light. Her dark hair was still damp and disheveled giving her that freshly-fucked-in-the-morning look. Shit, who thought about their daughter like that? What was wrong with me? 

Meanwhile Lisa now had the purple halter top to her suit back on with the matching skimpy bottoms. The purple looked much brighter close-up and her pussy was still swollen and well defined in the tight bottoms. Her long blonde hair hung down her back almost to her ass. It certainly added to her appeal but it must be a bitch to take care of being that long.

"Hi Lisa, how are you today?" I asked trying to be polite and giving me an excuse for staring at her lovely face and body.

"I feel wonderful!" she cooed as she stretched her arms up over her head and pushed those enormous tits up and out, the nipples clearly visible. "Thanks for letting me come over and use the pool. It's the perfect way to relax on a hot day."

"You're welcome to use it anytime you want," I offered, knowing what really caused her to be relaxed.

"I forgot to tell you," Teri broke in seeming annoyed that I was paying attention to someone other than her. "Mom called and she'll be staying in town tonight because they are catching an early morning flight to meet their new customer. I think she said, they agreed in principle over the phone so they are flying there to meet them and get the paperwork signed. Not quite sure where "there" is, but maybe she'll call you later. So, can we order pizza and can Lisa stay for dinner?" I couldn't tell if she was irritated because she had to play messenger or because of the vagueness of the message.

"Well, that's wonderful news I guess," I said half-heartedly. "Yes you can order pizza and Lisa can stay as long as her parents don't mind. Let me know when it's here and I'll come and pay for it." She got this funny look on her face like she wanted to say something. "Or do you ladies perhaps know this delivery boy and maybe want to handle this yourself?"

Teri smiled and walked up to me with her hand outstretched. I fished out a twenty dollar bill and glanced up at her. There was that look again. I added another ten to it.

"Just make sure he gets the tip. After all, you want to impress him."

"Thanks daddy, you're the best," she smiled, reaching down to take the money and giving me another smack on the lips. "Love you!" And off they scooted, slamming the door as they left.

I turned back to the computer, trying my best to keep the visions of those two lovely nymphs as far in the back of my mind as I could. It lasted about forty-five minutes until Teri brought in a plate with two slices of pizza in one hand and a cold beer in the other hand. She had changed her shirt and was now wearing an old shirt of mine that she had cut the bottom half off.

"What was wrong with the clean shirt you put on after your shower? With your mother gone, you know who will be stuck doing the laundry this weekend?"

It wasn't the laundry that I was upset about. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were poking fiercely at the ragged material. When she leaned slightly to set the pizza down, the bottoms of her breasts came into view and my manhood was reacting to the lovely sight, much to my chagrin. I could picture my hand slowly rising up to cup the tender morsel.

"I know daddy. I just didn't want to risk getting pizza sauce on it. This one really doesn't matter if it gets dirty. Although I do look better in it than you ever did," she smiled, trying to lighten my mood.

"Sorry sweetie. I don't mean to be a grumpy old man," I smiled back. 

"I know daddy. And you're not old. Grumpy maybe, but we both know that's mom's fault." 

I stood to give her a hug and she jumped into my arms and held me tight, her cheek next to mine. I had one hand under her tight ass while the other clutched her bare back to keep her from falling. If she felt the protrusion in my pants, she was ignoring it.

"I'll always love you daddy," she whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek softly. Her voice sounded sad but the words came out authentic.

She leaned back slightly to look me in the eyes, and then rubbed her nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss like we used to do so many years ago. Then she kissed me. It started soft but passionate and was certainly not a father-daughter kiss. I couldn't help myself and responded, my lips forming perfectly between hers as the passion rose. It probably only lasted ten seconds, but it seemed a lifetime. As she let her legs down, I released my hold on her and let her down gently. If she hadn't noticed my erection before, she most certainly did as her lithe body slid down across it. I was flustered and didn't know if I should apologize or thank her.

She stepped back and smiled as she checked out my bulge. Her smirk said she was proud she could turn me on and showed no sign of guilt. Her half-shirt had risen up just enough to expose some breast flesh, which she quickly remedied. 

"Lisa's staying until 10:00 if you want to come out and watch a movie with us. I promise I'll behave."

"What are you watching, Twilight or The Notebook?" my sarcasm evident in the tone of my voice.

"Actually, it's Ironman 2. Scarlett Johansson has some kick-ass outfits you might like." 

"Hmm, maybe I will join you later," I smiled my most lecherous leer. She turned and left, leaving the door open so I could make out bits of conversation that made it difficult to concentrate on what I was working on.

But having finished my pizza and third beer, I thought better of it and continued working into the night. I finished just before 10:00 and had everything stuffed back into my briefcase for morning. I wandered out to the living room to check on the lovely ladies who had fallen asleep while watching the movie. I caught a brief glimpse of Scarlett in her tight black leather outfit and immediately regretted not watching the movie.

Lisa was asleep in my chair, the white over-sized shirt having ridden up just high enough to bring those bright purple bottoms back into my view. Visions of the afternoon lingered only briefly as I looked over to Teri to see her laid out on the couch with the bottoms of those lovely breasts in plain sight of my wanton eyes. I coughed once and both young ladies awoke from their slumber.

"Well, two sleeping beauties. Must have been too much sunshine out by the pool today. C'mon Lisa and I'll walk you home."

"It's only two blocks and I'm an adult now. I think I can walk home alone," she said sarcastically. 

"Bullshit," I said irritated. "It's dark out and even if this is a good neighborhood, bad stuff still happens occasionally. I'd expect the same from your parents if it was Teri at your house."

"Alright, alright, Mr. G," she conceded and yawned. "Let me grab my bag." She trotted upstairs to Teri's bedroom to retrieve her clothes.

Teri stood and stretched which totally exposed her breasts. My eyes locked on the perfect round orbs. They were just the right size for her petite body with absolutely no sag. The dark areolas were puffy and the nipples stood proud and long. They were certainly more than the pencil eraser tips her mother had. Guilt immediately rushed over me at enjoying the sight of my half-naked daughter.




Daddy's Little Princess



When Teri opened her eyes after stretching, she noticed my gaze and the strange look on my face. Realizing the show she had been giving me, she quickly lowered her arms and actually blushed. Due to her dark skin, it was hard to tell when she was blushing, but her nose always went a little red and her neck would get darker.

"Sorry daddy. Forgot what I was wearing," she said sincerely. 

I went over and gave her a hug and kissed the top of her head. The fresh scent of her shampooed hair attacked my senses and sent more blood rushing to my swelling beast as we hugged each other tightly. 

"It's okay sweetie. I'm just constantly surprised to realize that my little girl has grown into a beautiful woman. But we should sit down this weekend and talk about it. And that kiss. It's just not...," the sound of clomping feet on the stairs interrupted our conversation.

Teri pushed away with that beguiling smile and walked over to Lisa, giving her a big hug as well as they kissed each other on the cheek. It was innocent enough but given my current state, I wanted to interpret it the wrong way. What was on my little girl's mind? There was a glint in her eye.

I opened the door for Lisa who was still in the tee shirt and we walked outside. She hadn't bothered to slip on any pants. The glow from the porch lights made the tee shirt look like a mini-dress with the dark material of her swimsuit showing through.

"Ooh, it's chillier than I thought," she squealed. 

She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of jogging pants and started to slip them on. With her back to me she bent over as she slipped her right leg into them, her slim, taut buns coming into view. As she tried to get her left leg in, she lost her balance and started to fall. I quickly reached out to grab her, lifting her up and turning her around, her long hair smacking me in the face as she twirled.

"Oh shit!" she cursed. "Thank you for catching me Mr. G. I hope I didn't hurt you with my hair. It can be a lethal weapon at times," she giggled.

"I'm fine. I just didn't want you to get hurt," I said as I cradled her in my arms. "And why are we back to Mr. G? What happened to calling me Joey? I thought that made you feel more adult if you used my first name?" I'm not a strong guy but even for me, her lithe body was an easy lift. Not as easy as Teri, but not a struggle either. My right hand could feel the excess flesh of her boob and my left was holding those sweet, milky thighs as the pants hung around her knees. I stared into those beautiful blue eyes, remembering the show she put on for me earlier.

"I don't know. Mr. G makes me feel like I know a very important person." She ran her fingers through my hair. "Um, I think it's safe to set me down now," she said softly even though her arms stayed wrapped around my neck. Her sharp nails running through my hair had the nerves in my head send tingles straight to my prick. "You have the softest hair I've ever felt on a man," she whispered leaning closer.

Her full lips were just inches away as temptation crept in. I remembered we were still standing on my lighted porch and forced the tempting thoughts from my brain. I let down her legs and between the two of us we were able to get her feet through the pant legs before I set her down completely. She quickly pulled them up before facing me again.

"Alright then, let's get you home." 

We walked in silence until we were away from the house and into the shadows. Then she started some small talk, thanking me for trusting them with the pizza delivery boy, about her friendship with Teri, and about her lack of direction for college. Even at this slow pace, we were at her house in a few minutes. She stood on the first step of her porch and turned to face me.

"Sorry if I was babbling on. I talk fast when I'm nervous."

"I didn't notice," I lied. "Besides, what are you nervous about?"

"This," she said leaning forward and wrapping her arms around me. Her lips met mine in a hard, passionate kiss to which I responded without even thinking of any consequences. I sucked her lower lip between mine as I reached for her narrow hips and pulled her to me. She opened her lips slightly and her tongue slipped out and caressed my lips before it pushed through and started dancing on my own tongue. The soft appendage created a very sensuous feeling as it worked in and out while our moist lips collided in a frenzy of lust.

My hands were under her shirt now as my head was swimming in confusion. I could feel her soft, tender skin against my fingers as I caressed her. My cock surged in my pants, blocking out any cognitive processes of my brain. Desire was overcoming me like it had when I was a teenager. Like anger turning into rage, this siren had turned my temptation into pure lust.

I brought a hand around to massage her bountiful boobs, finding the nipples already hard. Fondling the hardened nub only served to increase the blood coursing through my swollen rod. I flinched as her hand ran across my pants and then gripped and squeezed my tool. I knew this was wrong and I knew I would have to be the one to stop it, whether I really wanted to or not.

"No Lisa. We have to stop. This is wrong. You should be with a boy your own age and not an old man like me." I was trying to rationalize this crazy situation I had let myself get caught up in. 

"You're not old and I'm an adult now so it's not wrong. I've seen the way you look at me. I know you want this as much as I do."

She was starting to sound like Teri now, finding a way to make everything she does seem okay. Still I forced myself away from her even though my cock was screaming "Fuck her you idiot!"

"Look, this isn't the time or place. We could get caught by your parents or a neighbor and I would be in deep shit then. And Teri will be expecting me home any minute. So just cool your jets and get inside before we both end up in trouble." 

She looked very disappointed but grabbed my shirt and pulled me back for one last kiss, quickly sliding her tongue inside my mouth. She was surprisingly strong for such a young, slender girl. These were not the actions of a child.

"Think about that while you're jerking off tonight. You could have had the real thing." And she turned, walked up the stairs and disappeared into the house. She was as pissed as I was confused.

When I got home, Teri was already up in her bedroom with the door shut. I had a vision of Lisa texting her about what just happened and her using it as ammunition against me when we finally sat down to talk about what happened today. She had successfully avoided me for now because I needed some sleep before my early morning tomorrow.

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I was up early and had a quick bowl of shredded wheat for breakfast before hurrying off to work to beat the morning rush hour. I had a couple short staff meetings scheduled and then planned to take off early again as long as everyone else showed up for work. For once, things went as planned with the meetings going very well. Numbers were better than expected so I was in a good mood. The stores in the three other cities I had expanded to were all turning a healthy profit. I went to lunch with a couple guys who had been with me since day one and we had a great meal and a celebratory drink. They went back to work and I headed home.

It was about two o'clock when I got home and I had been thinking about how to discuss the more than paternal feelings I was having for my daughter, as well as her part in fueling those feelings. Every time I came up with an angle, I thought of her rebuttal. I didn't have a lot of confidence that I would come out on top in this discussion and this was very unusual for me. You don't become a successful businessman by lacking confidence.

And now that I was home, it wasn't going to matter. As I walked into the kitchen I could see Teri and Lisa out by the pool again. They were having a good time and laughing about something. Teri was wearing another white suit but this one didn't have a halter strap. I think she called it a bandeau the day she modeled it for me. The top was a wispy, white strap of cloth with ruffles so at least I wouldn't be teased by those nipples. But I remember the bottom, while a similar wispy, white material had no ruffles and I was afraid of what it would look like if it got wet. It had a small triangle in the front and a slightly larger one in the back that left quite a bit of those luscious cheeks exposed.

Lisa was wearing another purple suit, but this one definitely was a string bikini. Two small patches covered her nipples and a tiny patch barely covered her pussy. Her slim round cheeks were on full display with the piece of dental floss in the middle barely covering her dark hole. The girls certainly hadn't planned on me being home early or they wouldn't have risked this blatant display. Or would they? After yesterday, I wasn't sure what these two might try to get what they want.

I grabbed a beer and came back towards the window to continue lusting after their sweet, young flesh. Teri knew I didn't like getting into arguments that I couldn't win and how could I ever win an argument by telling a girl the swimsuit she chose made her too beautiful? With no way to win, I conceded victory to them without them even knowing. There would be no arguing today. I ogled these nubile nymphs, totally mesmerized by their beauty and sexuality.

My cock didn't care that they were barely legal or that one of them sprang from my own seed. It had a mind of its own and right now it just wanted to feel good. I watched Teri pick up the bottle of suntan lotion and squirt some onto Lisa's back, the skin already turning pinkish from being in the sun. As she leaned over Lisa, I noticed Teri's white suit bottom clung to her body, whether it was wet from perspiration or being in the pool didn't matter. The translucent material allowed her cunny lips to bulge through leaving little to the imagination.

As I watched from the kitchen window, she was rubbing suntan lotion on the fair-skinned Lisa, her long blond mane rolled up lying by her head, breasts bulging to the sides as she lay face down on the towel. At first, Teri was off to the side just rubbing the lotion into her neck and shoulders but it looked more like a massage than just spreading lotion over skin. She smoothed more down her back and then slowly over the exposed flesh of Lisa's buttocks. 

She squirted more on Lisa's legs and then slowly began to work it in, going down the left leg and then slowly back up until her fingers were almost touching the forbidden zone. I watched as Lisa gradually allowed her legs to part offering more space for Teri to work. She started on the right leg, again slowly moving down and then almost tortuously slow coming back up with her fingers on the inside of Lisa's thighs. This time as Teri's fingers approached paradise, I could see a slight movement in the purple patch of cloth indicating contact had been made. My manhood was straining against my briefs, aching for release.

Most fathers would have been running out the door at this point, screaming at what they thought was a lesbian affair. But she was an adult now and it was her life and she had to make the decisions about how to live her life. I am also a perverted middle-aged man who has been watching way too much internet porn lately so this just seemed like something that teenagers do all the time.

Then Teri straddled her lower back and began working her way down again. Her hands drifted to the sides and seemed to caress the ample breast flesh that was exposed, the purple top nowhere to be found. My arousal increased as I watched my daughter seduce her best friend. Teri was grinding her mound on Lisa's tailbone and I could see beads of sweat on both girls as they glistened in the afternoon sun. I didn't know if this was their first time together but neither seemed to be inhibited about what was happening.

It was déjà vu as I pulled my throbbing manhood from my shorts and precum oozed from the enraged purple head. Was Teri just teasing her or was she ready to take the next step while they were outside where prying eyes could see them? Was she expecting someone to be watching, the idea turning them on more, or were they just caught up in the moment?

I began to stroke my long, hard rod, nature's lubricant allowing my hand to glide effortlessly up and down the turgid pole. I squeezed firmly allowing more dew to escape from the eye of the beast. My eyes watched transfixed as Teri's perfect ass rotated, grinding her pussy hard into Lisa. It was a far better show than the solo act that Lisa had performed for me yesterday. 

Their breathing was becoming heavy as Lisa rose up and Teri reached under and cupped the bountiful mounds of flesh offered to her, grinding desperately to get the relief that only an orgasm could provide. She started kissing Lisa's neck and then sucked an earlobe between her hungry lips. Lisa turned her head and their lips brushed briefly, tongues darting out searching for forbidden contact. Lisa turned back and started concentrating on raising her hips and timing it with Teri's downward thrust. Teri was grinding hard now as Lisa kept her beautiful butt raised allowing Teri full access to the hard button of Lisa's tailbone. Minutes passed with bodies flailing before Teri stiffened, pulling Lisa to her tightly as her breathing stopped and a low throaty moan escaped her luscious red lips. Her body was quivering as her climax rolled through every nerve ending in her body.

They stayed like that for a few seconds before Lisa broke the bond and rolled over. I looked on in wonder again at those pendulous breasts as the ample flesh fell slightly to the sides. She pulled Teri down to her and their lips met in a sensuous kiss that erased any thoughts I had that this might have been their first time together. I watched as their lips meshed, my arousal nearing the boiling point. Tongues began to mesh and I knew I had to think about where I was going to spray my load again. Unlike yesterday, the sink was empty and the dish towel was gone. I was too far gone to go looking for something now, my eyes riveted to the gorgeous young girls in front of me.

If I ever had any doubts about my voyeurism being evil, they had long since left me. Lisa unsnapped Teri's strap, then whipped it off her and threw it, the small strip of white resembling a butterfly as it fluttered to the ground. After eighteen years of not seeing my daughter naked, I had now seen her topless twice in less than twenty-four hours. Her breasts were a perfect handful as Lisa caressed them and then pulled the left one down to her waiting lips. The pale areola swelled against her bronze skin and the nipple stood as proud as my aching manhood. 

Teri now had her hand inside Lisa's bikini bottom and was working her slit with swift strokes. They kissed again, their breathing becoming labored as Lisa arched her back looking to increase the contact and bring their duel to a climatic end. The suit was pulled down now while Teri plowed two fingers into her best friend and worked the clit with her thumb. As Lisa's moans became louder, my geyser sprayed my load onto the kitchen floor. Stream after stream flowed from my rod, threatening to reach the cupboards three feet away. 

I squeezed and stroked, milking it for all I was worth as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through my body. My legs weakened as the last drops leaked out of my still inflated rod. As I looked back out the window, the girls had collapsed, softly kissing and bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking. 

I grabbed some paper towels and wiped off my dick and then my hands, before reaching for more towels to clean up the floor. Cum was everywhere and I had to be careful to make sure I got it all. Last thing I needed was for Teri to find my milk on the floor.

My wife had caught me once before when I jacked off while watching her masturbate out by the pool one night. She was pissed that I hadn't come out to the pool and at least done it in front of her. If she had known I was home, she would have sat on my face and had a more fulfilling orgasm. Her words, not mine. She was beautiful but she could be a bitch sometimes.

I tucked my still hard manhood back into my shorts as best I could and grabbed all the damp paper towels to put into the trash bin in my office. As I glanced out the window I noticed the girls now had their tops back on and were cooling off in the pool. They may just have well been skinny dipping for all the flesh that was left uncovered. I turned away and went to my office.

As I sat in the chair, I twirled back and forth contemplating what had just occurred. Watching my daughter have sex with her little vixen friend had been even more stimulating than yesterday when I watched Lisa masturbate. Even when Linda and I had been sexually active and adventurous, I never got a charge like I had just received from watching my daughter naked. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I played back the lesbian scene I had just witnessed. The fact that my sexy little daughter was involved just added fuel to the flames. Could I be sexually attracted to my little baby girl? Did I want to control my feelings or just let nature take its course? How pervy was that? 

But then, I always knew I was a little perverted. It was one of the things that cemented my relationship with Linda. Back in the old days when we had first started dating, she tried to press things, testing me to see how far I would go. 

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We had met at a bar, her sultry eyes drawing me to her as I walked in, scanning the scene for my target that evening. Once our eyes locked, I knew my mission was accomplished. There was a band playing in the back, and I know everyone says they remember exactly what song was playing when they first met, but I don't have a clue. My mind was racing as I took in every inch of her beautiful face, the small valley girl nose that rested above those full sensuous lips, and her rounded chin that led down to the soft silky skin of her neck. Her short, dark hair and dark toned skin gave her an exotic, sultry look.

I asked her to dance before I had even ordered a drink and she slipped her hand in mine and pulled me out to the dance floor. Within seconds, the fast song that had been playing faded away and was replaced by a slow quiet ballad. Linda slipped in close to me and I wrapped my arms around her, low on her back. She pulled herself closer, her left hand slipping behind my head so her fingers could slide through my hair. Her right hand was caressing my neck and then onto my ear, quickly getting a rise out of me. 

I let my hands slip just a little lower to the top of her protruding buttocks and pulled her tighter, my steaming prick now grinding into her lower belly. She moved her right hand down to my side, raking her nails sensuously down my chest, and then pulled me even closer, letting me know she could feel my arousal. We stayed like that, grinding away in our own little world until the music stopped. As the band announced their break, we moved back to the bar and I got the drink I desperately needed. 

Two of her friends were there and gave her a look, wanting introductions. Linda introduced herself, and then identified her friends as her roommates Tammi, a luscious redhead, and Kim, a slim blond with model like features. It was like a casting call for Charlie's Angels. All three were beautiful, but Linda had this strong, tight, athletic body and those sultry eyes that could seduce any man.

We stayed at the bar for a couple of drinks, the four of us talking about the jolt of life after college and actually working less than we had in school but still feeling the stress of earning a weekly paycheck. We talked as if we had known each other for years.




Daddy's Little Princess



I leaned in a little closer to Linda to hear what she was saying when I felt her hand latch onto my crotch. It was all I could do not to spit my drink out, but I calmly swallowed and looked at her. She kept talking, her expression and intonation not changing at all while my manhood quickly rose to the occasion. The way I was standing as I leaned into her, presented my butt to her friends and shielded their eyes from her ministrations.

She leaned closer to her friends and swiftly pulled down my zipper at the same time. Her hand reached into my pants and started stroking me as I choked down another gulp of cold beer. I was getting very close and tried to gently pull away but instead felt her other hand in my pants pressing a napkin up against my bulbous head just as it exploded. 

She caught as much as she could, and then pulled out the hand with the napkin, letting it drop to the floor. Her other hand tucked me back into my briefs and she zipped me back up. I was straining to hear what she was saying....

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"Dad! Daddy? Are you alright?" I was zapped back to reality as Teri came in and turned the chair, plopping herself into my lap. My manhood had pulled a Phoenix, back from the ashes, its previous release not enough to satisfy the unquenchable thirst. Her wet suit was soaking through to my shorts, the chill sending a charge into my tightening balls.

"Rough day at work? Did I interrupt that computer brain of yours while it was solving trying to make the next million?" She had a sweet little voice to go with her sunshine smile and pert nose that was perfectly centered on her oval face. Her full lips still had some of the red lipstick left even after all her smooching with Lisa.

Then she felt the lump she was sitting on and smiled "Or maybe just a little daydream."

Most daughters would be totally grossed out if they sat in their pervy dad's lap and felt a woody, but my little girl seemed to relish in my discomfort. She started to squirm gently in my lap, getting a little more rise out of me and causing my eyes to drift south from her pretty little face in embarrassment. The thin white cloth of her suit with flattened ruffles now looked like a wet t-shirt and was doing nothing to hide those swollen areolas and protruding nipples, aiding her desire to torture me while she knew I could do nothing to stop her. Hell, I didn't even want to stop her.

I finally cleared my throat. 

"Lisa go home" I inquired?

"Yea, she just left. She has a date with the pizza boy tonight. He'll be a senior at State this fall. How'd you know she was here?"

"I heard you two splashing around out in the pool when I got home."

She cocked an eyebrow, looking at me to see if I really knew what they had been up to. Satisfied that I hadn't, she sat back letting her soft but tight bottom settle in around my bulging erection. While the tiny wet suit made it look like I had pissed my shorts, at least it hid the wet spot from my leaking cock. 

"Can we do an early dinner at the club tonight? I'll call and make reservations and then we can just come home watch a movie together." She already knew the answer before she asked me. She was just like her mother, taking charge the moment she saw a weakness.

"Sure. Why not? Call it in and I'll go take a quick shower." I needed to get away from her for a few minutes to allow the beast to calm down.

"OK, but don't use all the hot water. I need to get this suntan lotion off me." 

She slid off my lap slowly, squeezing her buttocks together and forcing a little more moisture to escape my stiff rod and darken the wet spot on my shorts. She could make a fortune giving lap dances if I'd be dumb enough to let anyone near my little girl. I watched her butt wiggle as she walked away, wondering how an 18 year old body could look that perfect.

I took my shower in the master bath and thought about pulling off another load, but thought better of it and just finished cleaning up and got out. I donned a black dress shirt with matching slacks and walked towards her room to let her know she could shower. The door was half open so I figured it was alright to walk in. 

"Shower is all yours Princess." My eyes quickly transfixed on the mirror she was standing in front of, her top discarded as she admired her breasts in the mirror. I stood frozen in place waiting for some kind of response from her. She didn't even try to cover up, maybe thinking I couldn't see her flawless breasts with her back to me. Her right hand rose up and pinched the nipple and a low moan escaped my lips as I watched it swell and grow out from the areola. 

"Daddy, am I beautiful? Lisa says I am but she's a girl, and my friend, so I don't know if I can believe her."

I slowly approached her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close, this time the moans coming from her mouth. 

"Honey, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, including your mother, but don't tell her I said that." I smiled and kissed her on top of her head and she leaned back into me. The beast was back and now pushing gently into Teri's lower back. I know she could feel it, but once again she leaned back harder while I tightened my arms around her waist. I so wanted to move my hands up and caress those lovely little mounds, but I resisted. 

A small smile appeared and she brought a hand up to cover her breasts like she was just aware that she had been topless in front of her father. She turned back to the mirror as I left the room. I went downstairs and stared out the front window, lost in thought as I tried to figure out what was going on and how I should handle it.

I heard her footsteps behind me and turned, again captivated by her appearance. It had been a quick shower, her hair still dry and shining like black satin. She was wearing a little black dress that looked very familiar though I couldn't remember from where. The material was thin enough that I could just make out the black bra and G-string she was wearing beneath it. The front and back of the dress stopped about four inches above her knees but the sides barely covered her hips. That's when it hit me.

"Isn't that your mother's dress?" I asked, slightly perturbed that my fantasy was interrupted by thoughts of my out-of-town wife.

"Yes daddy, but she hasn't worn it in years. I saw it in an old picture and then found it still in her closet so I had it cleaned and taken in so I could wear it." Her condescending tone and mention of the picture brought a smile to my face.

"If you saw that picture then you know she didn't bother to wear any underwear that night." 

My memory of that particular night would be ingrained forever no matter how much we had grown apart. We had gone to a little Italian restaurant and while we were waiting for our main course, she delivered the appetizer by masturbating with one hand while giving a blow job to a breadstick with the other hand. When we left, I couldn't wait to get back to the car. I just pulled her into the first alley and fucked her up against the brick wall. We did it again in the bar after dancing for an hour and yet again in the car before we went in the house to pay the babysitter.

"I did notice that," she smiled. "Does that mean I can remove mine? Didn't think so. Oh well, someday I'll be able to make my own rules." She walked towards me with exaggerated hip movement and slipped her arm in mine. "Shall we go, Dahling?" It was her best country club voice.

I chuckled and led her out to the car. I opened the door for her and watched as her entire thigh came into view while she slid into the seat. Even with underwear on, she was sexier than her mother was without it. This could be a long, hard night.

When we got to the club, they seated us at a small table in back against a wall. I don't know if she had requested it when she made the reservation or if they just needed the space because Linda and I usually had a larger table near the middle of the room. This was actually more pleasant, away from prying eyes and the din of the room giving us a chance to actually talk.

We talked about her going off to school in the fall. She had decided on the state college because it had a better microbiology department than any of the nearby private schools, but it would still be three hours away so she would have to live on campus. She had a sad look on her face.

"Are you nervous about going off to school sweetie?"

"No dad, it's just that I will miss you so much." She placed her hand gently on top of mine as her eyes welled up. I gripped her fingers and smiled. "You know daddy, I asked my counselor if Lisa and I could be roommates and she said that they preferred to place freshman with other freshman that they don't know for the first semester. It's like forced socializing with strangers."

After what I had witnessed earlier today, that was probably for the best, however I didn't say that to her. 

"They did the same thing to me when I was a freshman. None of us from my high school were allowed to be roommates our freshman year. I made a lot of new friends and we eventually rented a house off-campus. It's not that bad. You'll see." 

"Can I get a place off-campus if I keep my grades up?" she asked excitedly. 

"We'll talk about it after your freshman year is over."

Dinner went quickly and we seemed to have more than our share of attention from the wait staff. My wine glass was never empty and no one seemed to care that Teri was taking sips out of it. Then I remembered that dress and the eyeful they must be getting when she sat with her legs crossed. I signed for the check and the waiter held Teri's chair as she stood up. They had never held the chair for Linda. 

"What do you say we find a bar with some music? I know a place where I can bribe the doorman to let you in." A huge smile was framed on her beautiful face and she reached up with both hands and pulled me down for a kiss, sucking my lower lip between hers. Public displays of affection didn't usually bother me, but there were a lot of people here who knew she was my daughter and probably didn't find that appropriate. I still enjoyed it, however awkward I felt about where I was letting our relationship go.

BJ's was a little dive on the other side of town that I frequented, but there was always good music and the owner had been a friend in college so I knew most of the staff. Bobby, an ex-football player, was guarding the door as usual. I normally gave him a twenty when I went in, but this time I slipped him a fifty to look the other way. 

Bobby looked at Teri and frowned. "Drink responsibly and enjoy your evening," he said, forcing a smile. As Teri walked by, Bobby grabbed my arm. "Don't stay long Joey. With that dress and this crowd, it will only be trouble once the drinks set in."

"Thanks for the warning, Bobby. If we're not out in an hour, you come and get me and we'll leave peacefully." 

"Sure thing Joey. I always got your back."

My eyes found Teri as soon as I got inside and then looked to the bar where BJ was already placing two beers up for me. I pushed Teri through the small crowd by the bar until we made our way to the drinks. My crotch was pushed tightly against the curve of her hip and started to swell immediately. I reached across the bar to slap hands with BJ.

"You remember Teri, don't you?" I asked rhetorically.

He answered anyway. "I remember she's not twenty-one yet. But I don't remember her being more beautiful than her mother. Wow, have you grown up sweetie," he gushed.

"Thank you Mr. Robertson," she smiled and blushed as she replied to the handsome owner. 

"You two stay here for a minute and I'll get a small table set up for you in the dark, where they can't see I'm serving a minor," he growled, shooting me a nasty glare. 

Looks like I was challenging more than one friendship tonight. But I was actually enjoying showing off my little girl in that sexy outfit. A couple drinks and a few dances and we could head home. The band had just started up and the lights were down low away from the bar. A waitress, Julie, was holding the table BJ had just brought out and waved us over. She was twenty-two years old and a very sexy redhead just like her mother. Linda and I had our first three-way with Julie's mother Tammi shortly after we got married. 

I didn't think I was her father, but Tammi had never tried to find out who the father really was. But when Tammi had asked for some money to help with Julie's college expenses, I didn't even blink. I hadn't seen Julie in a few years but she hadn't changed much aside from filling out her curvaceous figure. She looked just like Tammi had at that age. When we got to the table, Julie wrapped her arms around me in a big hug and then planted a wet one on me, making sure that everyone around us saw it, especially Teri. I could taste the lipstick on my mouth and it supercharged my already erect cock.

You couldn't hear because of the band so she just turned and left with that shit-eating grin on her face. Teri was staring at me like I just committed a crime. I drank about half my beer and then took Teri by the arm and headed towards the rest rooms so I could explain. It was the only place to talk once the band started.

"Look, you know who she is. She's Tammi's daughter and she was just being nice to me because we haven't seen each other since she started college. So don't treat me like a criminal."

"Yea, I know who she is but that was not a friendly kiss. That was a fuck-me kiss," she yelled as jealousy roared through her body.

"I don't know. I think it was pretty similar to the kiss you gave me yesterday. Was that a fuck-me kiss?" I asked with as stern a voice as I could muster.

Teri looked shocked. She wasn't ready for that. I had finally caught her off guard. 

"I-um-it was just, um," she stuttered. "Yes daddy, it was a fuck-me kiss but you didn't," she yelled trying to take back control. I could see her eyes well up again.

"Well at least you finally admit it. I thought you and Lisa were just playing games with me." Then I bent down and kissed her like a boyfriend would, sucking her soft lips and letting my tongue slip between them. I slipped a hand around her waist and led her dumbfounded back to the table. I gulped down the rest of my beer while she took a big swig on hers. Then we were out to the dance floor.

As I started gyrating foolishly, she started to smile again and then we started dancing normally. We were sweating profusely by the end of the third song and I was in need of a break, but the band switched to a slow song. We stared at each other unsure of how to proceed after the revelations of these last two days. I was almost a foot taller than her so our body parts were going to meet in different places than I was used to when dancing with her mother.

I held out my arms and leaned down and she molded her body to mine. Her head lay on my chest while her arms slid up my back and pulled me close. Her boobs were rubbing softly against the bottom of my ribcage. My snake came to life almost immediately, swelling until I could feel the pressure pushing out my slacks. Teri could feel it too, slowly moving her hips so her tight tummy could feel the hardness. She moved a leg between mine, her mound looking for friction against my thigh. I held one arm low on her back while the other was higher up caressing the bare skin exposed by the slinky dress. 

I could feel her quiver as I softly dragged my nails across her bare back. She reacted by forcing her mound harder against my thigh. I thought my prick was going to escape through the top of my slacks as it tried to reach out to her soft breasts. We swayed together like this until the music stopped and the lights became a little brighter. 

Teri led the way back to the table while I followed with both hands on her hips so no one could see the protrusion in my pants. She quickly chugged the rest of her beer and then headed off to the ladies room just as Julie was coming over with two more beers.

"So did I make her jealous Joey?" Julie asked like she had done me a favor.

"Julie, that's Teri, you know, my daughter! You didn't recognize her?" I said flabbergasted.

"Aw shit. I'm sorry Joey. She's all grown up. Last time I saw Teri she was just getting boobs." She handed me a napkin. "You still got some lipstick on you. How's Linda?"

"I don't know. She's in New York working on a big account. Anybody ever tell you that you kiss like your mother?" I smiled, memories of her seductive mother framing in my brain. "How's college by the way?"

"I think you're the first man I've kissed that's kissed my mom. She misses you. Not sure she misses Linda though. She won't talk about the fight but she still talks about you." I could see a sadness in her eyes. Linda and Tammi had been best friends for years and then suddenly the friendship ended and as far as I knew, I was the cause of it. But it wasn't my place to talk to Julie about it.

"But I did graduate in May. And I'm still here slinging beers. Great thing, a college degree. I've got a lot of applications out so I'm not giving up yet."

"Well, I always need a good salesperson. You give me a call, you have a job. BJ might get pissed off but I can pay you more than you get here in tips. Just give him time to get a replacement." And I meant it. Julie was gorgeous and intelligent and could probably be my top salesperson in a year. My customers would love her.

"I'm calling you Monday," she stated emphatically before placing a quick, soft kiss on my lips. She was just as loving and passionate as her mother. I looked forward to working with her.

Teri came out of the rest room just in time to see me wipe the lipstick off again. Julie walked over to her and apologized and then they hugged. She seemed to be in a better mood now. But something had changed. She had freshened her makeup, adding some eye shadow and liner that highlighted her bright, brown eyes. She also went to a deeper red lipstick that made her lips look fuller and very kissable. Shit, there I was again thinking about my daughter like she was some beautiful young chick that I had never met before.

There were a lot of eyes on Teri now and as she moved to her beer, the light hit her just right and I could see she had removed her bra. The long, firm nipples were poking at the bodice of her thin dress. I didn't notice any dark patch at the crotch so I figured the G-string was gone as well. I knew there wasn't any hair there so it was hard to tell that she was naked underneath. She picked up the beer and downed about half of it and set it down. Still standing, she turned to me and said "Take me home daddy."

I took a short swig off my beer and then took her arm as we made our way through a much larger crowd now. As we walked past Julie, I slipped a fifty in her tip jar which she quickly placed in the pocket of her tight jeans. She gave us both a quick kiss on the cheek and I waved to BJ as we headed out the door. 

Bobby smiled as we came out but then nodded across the street to a small gang of thugs on the street corner. He raised his towering hulk of a body off the stool and wordlessly walked the block down to where I parked. He waited until I pulled away from the curb before going back to the bar. Having friends was definitely a good thing.

Teri raised the armrest between us and moved over to snuggle against me. Her head lay against my arm and her left hand was resting on my thigh. It continued to rub up and down my thigh, the thick protrusion of my cock blatantly obvious even in the dark interior of the car. The light scent of an intoxicating perfume wafted towards my nostrils feeding my bulge with unneeded stimulation. She must have dabbed it on when she did her makeup before we left the bar. A million questions rumbled through my mind about having sex with my daughter. We both wanted it and knew it was wrong. I needed to know why she was so suddenly attracted to her father.




Daddy's Little Princess



As I drifted back toward consciousness, I reached up to push my disheveled hair from my face. But I could not. Opening my tired eyes slightly, I looked at my wrist: it was bound by a strange bracelet of black leather and silver. I looked to the other side, and there on that wrist was the same unusual jewelry. I tried yanking my arms free, but they were held fast by the leather cuffs linked to a silver chain attached to the wooden posts of the king sized bed I was lying on. Lifting my head off of the pillow, I gazed down as far as my bound wrists would allow. Looked down to see that my legs were also wide open and tied as my wrists were. Spread-eagled, I think the term is. But I sincerely doubt the majestic eagle ever felt as mortified as I did at that moment. Perhaps the position should be called prone shrew or trussed up turkey or even tied up tortoise. As I struggled against my binding, I heard male laughter. Deep, low, rumbling chuckles from an unseen source.

"Hello" I called out in a voice I did not even recognize as my own. "Who's there?" My question was met with more laughter and then the unseen man cleared his throat.

"You've been a very bad girl" he said, his husky voice sounding both aroused and menacing.

"I don't know what you mean" I answered, shaking my head at the unseen figure.

"You naughty little kitten, I'm going to teach you a lesson." At that last word, his hands fell upon my left foot, gently stroking my big toe, as I attempted to jerk away from this unwanted physical contact.

"It's okay little girl, daddy's going to take good care of you." His hands slowly stroked up my leg toward my thigh, unimpeded by clothing. Struggling to look down at myself again, I realized that I was naked except for the cuffs on wrists and ankles. As I lay my head back down on the bed, I saw my captor: he was tall, so very tall. About 6'2", totally dwarfing my 5'2" frame. Close cropped, brown hair fringed an oval shaped face, his straight nose, just above thin, pink, very kissable lips. I licked my lips looking at this handsome specimen who had me at his mercy. And he looked at me and smiled at the expression on my face. I could feel my whole body blush. He noticed and raised a quizzical eyebrow at me.

"My naughty little princess, I'm going to punish you, but I won't hurt you. You will not cry out, no matter how intense the sensation. You will not move. You will accept all that I give to you. Do you understand?" he asked stroking along my hip bone. I felt myself grow moist as he continued to touch the sensitive flesh. "Yes," I answered. The gentle stroking became a rough pinching of the skin. "Do you understand?" he asked again, his voice becoming as rough as his hand against my hip.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Good girl," he said, returning to the gentler stroking of moments before.

He softly stroked from my hip to my exposed sex, hairless except for the little landing strip down the middle. He playfully pulled my hairs, looking at me while he did so, not once breaking eye-contact. Dipping his middle finger between the lips of my sex, he again lifted his eyebrow. "You're wet, princess," he said rubbing my juices against the inner walls of my flower. He continued to probe me, every now and then pressing his thick thumb upon my rigid clit. "Do you like that, princess?" he asked turning his head from his task to once again look upon me with his honey colored eyes. Husky voice and thick fingers worked together arousing me further. I grunted unable to answer. "Wack!" He slapped my wide open, soaking wet sex, causing me to jerk upward. "Do you like that, princess?" he asked again, his palm just inches above my moist mound, ready to administer another lash. "Yes, sir!" I answered quickly.

"Good," he said, returning to the gentle probing of my sex. I felt the bed dip on the left side, then between my legs. He climbed upon the bed to rest sandwiched between my thighs where he could now manipulate not only my exposed genitals, but my breasts as well.

He continued to stroke me, rubbing his fingers at the entrance to my cave, but never putting any of his digits inside. While his right hand teased my moist folds, his right hand cupped and caressed the soft round cheeks of my ass. His right hand, moistened by its journey through my arousal, lengthened its path, probing lower toward my quivering anus. Sharply I breathed in as the wet digit touched the rim of my anus sending tremors down my legs. Seeing my reaction, he repeated the action again and again until I was quivering with arousal and ready to beg for release.

"Do you want to cum, princess?" he asked not stilling his hand and the slow stroking of my nether regions.

"Please, sir," I answered in a little voice tight with desire.

"I will have to spank you first," he said maintaining the slow rhythm, keeping my arousal high but my release at bay.

"Sir?" I questioned.

"You've been bad princess, I must punish you," he said, as simply as a parent would to a disobedient child. Unshackling my ankles, he urged me onto my stomach, loosening the bindings on my arms enough for me to change position. Arms crossed one over the other in front of me, he pushed me up onto my knees, my large bottom exposed for my spanking. "Don't move princess," he said reverently touching the twin orbs of my backside. "I'm going to give you ten lashes, five on each of these cheeks," he said kneading the flesh beneath his fingertips.

"Are you ready baby?" he asked removing his hand from my ass making ready to administer the promised spanking.

"Yes, sir," I said with more confidence than I felt. I had to remain quiet through each lash in order to receive my release. "I have to," I thought.

Wack! Left cheek. Wack! Right cheek. Wack, wack!! Two upon the left cheek in quick succession. My skin grew hot as the stinging palms dropped again and again.

Wack, wack, wack, wack!! I closed my eyes tight, my hips bucking from the rain of lashes on my ass. Tears stung my eyes as I waited for the final two. "Almost there princess," he said, his voice thick with his excitement. Wack, wack!! Harder than the others, the final lashes caused the torrent of tears previously held in check, to tumble down my face. As his hand fell away from my ass cheeks, I felt his hot breath on my sex. I stilled in anticipation of what was to happen next. Slowly I felt his hot tongue touch my heated cave, licking gently, lapping at the juices now flowing freely. 

"Ahhhhhh!!" I sighed as he pressed his tongue inside me, probing as deep as he could. Licking and sucking at my engorged clit, his hands reached forward to tweak my hardened nipples. "Tell me what you want princess, " he asked his mouth buried in my wet entrance. Overcome by the sensation of his lips and tongue and teeth and fingers, I was incapable of coherent thought.

"Tell daddy what you want," he said, still buried between my ample ass cheeks.

As if his words flipped a switch in my head, I began to cum. Not the regular orgasm that I've grown accustomed to when I masturbate. But the kind of orgasm that rips through your body and leaves you spent. My body shook, and quivered and pulsed and he continued to lick and suck and probe until I screamed out for him to stop.

Releasing my still hard nipples from his fingertips, he licked my pussy one last time, then gently eased me onto the bed. Quickly unshackling me from the bindings he lay down next to me. He took me into his arms then and stroked my hair.

"Thank you daddy," I said, the love I felt for the man holding me oozing from every pore.

"I love you princess," he said as we both drifted off to sleep, to rest up for the next round.