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I’ve never been a very bright girl. I’m downright stupid if you asked Sister Mary, my teacher. I limped through Catholic Girls’ academy with D’s. My proudest achievement to date was graduating last month. Two weeks before I finished, I turned 18. I was thrilled, because it meant I could finally leave my mother’s house, and by house I mean rathole apartment.
Mom always kept me under her thumb. I was never allowed to go out with friends or have a social life, not that I could afford to. All the other girls at school had phones and boyfriends. When you’re poor as dirt, it’s hard to be popular.
The most exciting thing I’ve done since graduation was steal a bottle of red hair dye. My mom was furious after I dyed it. It started a fight, and I figured it was time to go. My grandma, who came over the apartment now and then to remind my mother what a screw up she was, often said if I wanted to move out and live with her, I could. She paid for my high school at Catholic Girls’ academy, so I figured, why not?
That lasted all of a month. I quickly learned why my mom grew up to be a miserable bitch. I ran away with the clothes on my back, the red hair on my head, and the return address from my last birthday card. My daddy, who I had not seen since I was six (not that I could remember him), always sent me a card on my birthday with 100 dollars. It pretty much made me fall in love with him. He was so cute inside the card too, saying happy 18, how proud he was of me, and how much he loved me.
I had asked my mom many times to let me call him, but she had always refused. Apparently, there was some law that prevented him from visiting us. Mom never talked about it, but all I knew was he was the most amazing kind man in the world, because he never forgot my birthday, and he always sent me 100 dollars.
So there I was, standing in black Mary Janes outside of the door of an apartment, wearing my usual catholic schoolgirl outfit: white thigh-highs, a blue plaid skirt, and a white blouse. I had the white blouse tied just under my breasts to show off my midriff. I had a nice tummy, and I liked it when boys looked at me. I wondered if my sexy daddy would think I was pretty. I hoped so. But mostly, I just hoped he’d let me stay at his apartment. The alternative was to go back to my horrible mother. I was desperate.
The door opened. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest. I don’t think it could have thumped any harder, but when I saw how gorgeous Daddy was, my jaw literally fell open and I think my heart exploded. He was a tall, sexy man, like a TV star. His hair was black, his eyes baby blue, a jaw chiseled on a mountaintop somewhere, and perfect teeth. Oh, and god, his eyebrows were perfect. He was so slim and toned too. And his clothes! That was the best part. He wasn’t wearing any. Well, I suppose he was wearing some basketball shorts, but they were so low on his hip. I could see the little hairs of his happy trail disappear into them. His legs were so long too, and he had nice, manly feet, clean, not like the dirty guys I’d see in my neighborhood.
I was dumbstruck, literally dumbstruck. How in the most fucked up world could my ugly bitch mother possibly walk away from this male model? Was she mentally retarded? She’d have to be. That would actually explain why I was so stupid.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t form words. My throat had tightened up. I was pretty sure I was not even allowed to speak to such a gorgeous man. There was a law against it, right? Maybe that was the law my mom meant, that he was too hot for us to talk to.
“Hi there,” he said with a warm smile. He seemed to flick his short hair back, and a few black strands flew away from his eyes. I think I creamed my panties. And, God, he even had a sexy voice. Was he real?
Oh jeez, I just realized something. I was almost hit by a car on the way over here. Maybe I was hit and I was dead. Holy shit, I was in sexy daddy heaven.
“H-h-h…” I didn’t quite say hi, but I got out one letter, and I was pretty proud of myself for that. I mean, ‘Hi’ is a big word for a D student. Okay, I pulled a C in phys-ed, but I think that’s because the teacher liked me in gym shorts—she was a total lesbo.
“You’re a little early,” he said with a laugh.
Damn it, even the laugh! You know what? I was starting to dislike him. He was too amazing, I was not worthy to be his daughter, and I suddenly wanted a normal father. The girls at school always complained about their fat ugly mean fathers who never bought them anything. Thinking on it actually gave me enough strength to form words.
“I, I, me?” I didn’t say I could form sentences. I said I could form words. Baby steps.
He smiled at me. “What’s that?”
Come on, Madi, you could do this. Form a sentence, just one. I had practiced it. “Mister, Mister Ryan? I’m, I’m Madi, your daughter.”
“Good, good. Of course, you are. Perfect. I love it when they’re prepared. Come on in, beautiful,” he said, stepping back, holding the door.
I was beautiful? My face was pretty much on fire after that. I could literally feel the blood pumping against my red cheeks. Have you ever felt that, when you’re blushing so hard it hurts? That was me.
I didn’t think I was beautiful though. I thought I looked like my mother. B- breasts, with a A+ ass. I did have a nice ass. I rarely gained weight, and all my fat was on my thighs, so they were pretty thick, but my waist was small and cute. I guess I did have a pretty face, but I definitely wasn’t as gorgeous as this man. Hell, if you put a wig on him, men would notice him first. I did have very pretty blue eyes though, just like my sexy daddy. Oh, hey, that’s where I got those.
Of course, plenty of boys had flirted with me before. I had been looking for a boyfriend, but with my bitch of a mother down my throat all the time, it just never happened. I wasn’t exactly a virgin through. My mom had a dildo, and whenever she was out of the house, that dildo was in my pussy. That’s sorta like sex, right? Okay, maybe I liked to pretend I wasn’t a virgin because all the girls at school weren’t, and I was embarrassed.
As I came into the apartment, I saw my daddy’s things. It was a very cute place, a couch big enough for two, a TV on the wall, a kitchen behind a counter, small bathroom off to one side, and a door to a bedroom on the other side. I could see he had a nice big bed too. It looked so comfy. This whole place looked comfy, like an IKEA magazine. I’d never been to an IKEA though. Mom got all our furniture at the Salvation Army.
“Shoes off,” Daddy said.
“Yes, sir,” I said, stepping out of them, my bare feet still in my white thigh-highs.
“Would you like a drink, sweetheart?” Daddy asked me.
“A, a drink?”
“Sure,” he said, standing behind the kitchen counter. “Wine?”
“I, I’m not old enough to drink.”
“You’re joking. You’re 18, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yes, you know I am.”
“Good. I won’t tell if you don’t,” Daddy said.
“Okay, sure,” I said, smiling at him.
God, I loved to watch him move in the kitchen, getting glasses, pulling a cork from a bottle, pouring the wine. He came over to me, motioning toward the couch. Just watching him walk was doing things to my body, things Sister Mary would have whipped me for. Oh lord, I knew all about sin, and these thoughts about my sexy daddy were definitely sinful.
We sat on the couch. He was turned to the side, staring at me. “You’re perfect,” he said.
“I am?” I said. “Am I like what you thought I’d be?” I was proud of that sentence. I was finally forming coherent words into questions. I was coming to terms that this magnificent creature was my daddy. I felt lucky to be his daughter.
“Yes. 18 is perfect, just what I asked for.”
“Um, yeah,” I said. I was a little confused, but my daddy was the smart one. “Ryan, sir, I hope you don’t mind me coming here.”
“Ryan, sir?” he said with a little chuckle. “Don’t call me by my name. Call me Daddy, always Daddy.”
“Oh,” I said. “You really want me to call you Daddy, sir?” It made me happy. It was like he was accepting me, granting me permission to be his daughter again.
“More than ‘can,’ babygirl,” he said. And then his hand, his perfect hand, touched my cheek, and he caressed my jaw. “I order you to call me Daddy. Do you understand me, little girl? Don’t make me tell you again.”
I think I swallowed my tongue, because this gorgeous man was touching me like this. Oh god, I knew right then I was in love with him. I felt it in my pussy. It literally throbbed in my panties. Worse, I knew I was getting wet. I’d always had a problem with wetness. My pussy always drooled when I was horny. Sometimes, I’d have to go into a bathroom and stuff tissues between my legs, it got so bad. Oh, dear Jesus, I prayed, please keep me dry with my daddy. But somehow I knew this was going to be another unanswered prayer. God was 0 for 10,001.
“Yes, sir, Daddy,” I said. “You’re, um, very nice to me, Daddy.”
“Of course, I am, Madison,” he said, looking into my eyes. “You understand, Madison? I’m going to call you that, okay? You’re my daughter tonight, understand?”
I bit my lower lip. “I’m your daughter forever, Daddy.”
“Mmm, good,” he said warmly. “I like that. You’re so perfect.”
“Aw, Daddy,” I said. “I think you’re perfect too. Just one thing. Can you call me Madi, not Madison? All my teachers call me Madison and my mom too when she’s angry. I hate it. I like Madi.”
“Oh, really?” Daddy said. “I like that. I really like that. You’re good.”
I bit my lip. “Really? I’m good.” I’d never had my daddy call me good before, and it made my heart melt. “I want to be a good girl.”
He stroked my cheek again and I felt like a good girl. “You’re very good.” He took his hand away and I missed it dearly. “Tell me about yourself.”
“Of course,” he said. “I want to get to know you a little first. Pretend you just had your 18th birthday.”
“My 18th? Oh, haha. Yeah, you missed the party,” I said.
He chuckled. “Yes, I did. Did you get my card?”
“Yes, thank you,” I said sincerely. “You always send me a card on my birthday, don’t you? You’re so amazing. Can I give you a hug?”
“Babygirl, you can always hug me,” he said warmly.
“Really?” I said.
He nodded and opened his arms. I scooted closer on the couch and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands slid around my waist and held me at my lower back, his fingers on my warm skin. Being held by him was bliss. I felt his fingertips on my spine, sliding up and down it, teasing under my blouse. To my surprise, he went up even farther, right between my shoulder blades. I was shocked he did that, but then his hand went back down, all the way down my spine, and farther, to the small of my back. I felt the tips of his fingers at the waist of my skirt. They slid side to side, just dipping into my skirt, touching the waistline of my panties. I was even more shocked. Was it intentional? Was it okay? I mean, he was my daddy. Maybe daddies did this. Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe he just really loved me. Either way, I loved feeling him touch me like this. I would have given him anything he asked for, anything.
We separated and I sat back, smiling at him. I felt much more confident now. I took a sip of the wine and stared into his eyes. He did the same.
“So, Madi, you graduated high school recently?” he said.
“Oh, um, yes, I guess I did.”
“Yes, you did,” he said firmly. “Play along.”
I bit my lip. “Daddy, don’t be angry, but I graduated with a 1.7.”
“A 1.7?” he said with wide eyes. “Wow. Your GPA is a little low, sweetie.”
“I know. I’m embarrassed. I’m not the smartest girl. I hope you don’t hate me.”
“Baby, I could never hate you, but I should punish you.”
“Punish me?” I said with a squeak.
“Yes. Come here, up on your knees.”
I was a little confused, but I did as he told me to, sitting up on my knees. He took my wrist and pulled me down. I gasped as I fell across his lap, my head over the arm of the sofa. I looked back to see his hand rising in the air. I was shocked, but I pinched my eyes shut and prepared my bottom. I’d been hit many times by my mom and grandma and teacher. Spankings were nothing new to me.
His hand came down and whacked my butt, but to my surprise, unlike all the hard punishments I’d received over the years, his was gentle. He hit my bottom again, and afterward, his hand lingered on my butt. He raised it and whacked my other cheek.
I had never thought of being punished as sexy before, but at this moment, somehow it was sexy, so sexy feeling Daddy’s hand on my bottom, punishing me for being a bad girl. I felt like I deserved it too. I was his daughter, and I’d let him down. He should have been given a reason to be proud of me, to say his daughter was smart and had a 4.0 GPA. Instead, he had a dummy daughter with a 1.7. He was going far too easy on me. I deserved much worse, but I loved him for giving me this gentle punishment.
He stopped after ten. His arm went under my waist, lifting me back to the other side of the cushion.
“There,” he said. “now, do better in life for me, okay, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy, forgive me. I’ll make you proud. I’m sorry I’m so dumb.”
“Hey, you aren’t dumb,” he said. “Maybe you weren’t the brightest in school, but you’re definitely the sexiest.”
My lips parted. “Um, you think I’m sexy?” I couldn’t believe he said that. Was that normal for a daddy to say?
“Definitely. You have lovely breasts, so small and welcoming.”
My eyes spread open. Did he really say that? “Um, thank you.”
“Beautiful legs,” he continued. “Gorgeous hips, and oh wow, what an ass. Lovely girl.”
My jaw dropped. That felt a little weird, but maybe he just wanted to compliment me, make me feel good. And I admit, it did feel good to have my daddy tell me I was lovey and say I had a sexy body. “You really think I’m lovely?”
“Definitely,” he said. “I’m sure all the boys want to kiss those sexy lips of yours.”
I lost my breath. “Um, a few, I guess. I’m, I’m a virgin, actually.”
I swear I did not mean to say that. The moment I did, I felt mortified. That was definitely not something I wanted to tell my daddy, ever. But somehow, now that I had managed to overcome my fear of speaking to him, I was learning that I had no ability to lie or withhold any information. Is this the power a daddy held over his daughter, the power to make her tell the truth and to tell all her secrets?
“Oh really?” he said, a grin on his face.
“I can’t believe I said that,” I said. “But, yeah, it’s true. I’ve never been with a boy. I’ve never even kissed one.”
He chuckled. “You’re over selling me now.”
I shook my head. “No. I’ve never even had a boyfriend.”
“You are something else,” he said, shaking his head, but he was smiling and looking sexy at me. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to fall in love with you.”
My heart thumped again. That was the nicest thing ever to hear. “Daddy, you know I love you, don’t you? Even though we never got to see each other all these years, I always thought about you.”
“Oh, baby,” he said with a sigh. “You’re honestly breaking my heart. You’re amazing. I wish I’d met you sooner, wish you’d come to my door sooner.”
I nodded. “I hate that I missed out, but I’m so glad I’m here now. This was the best decision coming here tonight.”
“I’m glad you did,” he said. “I think I got incredible lucky that it was you who knocked on that door.”
He scooted closer to me on the couch, lifting his arm and putting it around me. I melted into his side. I loved his arms, loved to be in them. His other hand came up to my face again, caressing my cheek, lifting my face to meet his eyes. I stared into his eyes, his perfect eyes. He was coming closer. I realized almost instantly that his lips were parting and coming toward mine. Was he going to kiss me? I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t really going to kiss me, was he?
His lips touched my lips. I was in shock, my eyes open while his were closed. My daddy, this gorgeous man, was kissing me. I didn’t even know how to kiss a boy and here this man was, kissing me. I didn’t stop him though, couldn’t stop him. Why would I? He was handsome and charming and he was my daddy. If he wanted to kiss me, why on Earth would I ever say no?
I kissed him back, opening and closing my lips against his, enjoying the sensation of warmth from his mouth, the wetness. His tongue came out next, moving into mine. That shocked me too, but I was getting use to shock. I let my tongue welcome his, and our kiss continued.
I shouldn’t have to say it, but my panties were drenched now. God had definitely ignored another prayer. I had certainly never been this wet before. Even my thighs were wet by this point. I felt as if I had peed myself.
Daddy pulled his lips away, a dreamy smile on his face. “Mmm, wow.”
“God, Daddy,” I said with deep breathes. “What are you doing?”
“Hm?” he said, his thumb caressing my cheek.
“I, I just didn’t expect you to kiss me like that,” I said. “I’m your daughter.”
“Oh,” he said with a with a happy breath. “Yes, you are, babygirl. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t do that, should I?”
“I just, I don’t know,” I said, my eyes moving around. “I’ve never been kissed like that. I thought daddies only kissed on the cheek.”
“When a daddy loves his daughter very much, like I love you, Madi, a daddy sometimes gives his daughter a deeper kiss.”
“You really love me that much?”
“I do. Is it okay if I kiss you like that from now on?”
My heart was bursting with love. “Oh, Daddy. Of course. If you love me, you can kiss me however you want.”
“That’s my good girl,” he said. “Show me how much you love your daddy. Give me a kiss.”
I looked at his lips. “I can?”
“Oh yes.” He sat back. “Give daddy a kiss.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
I leaned up, stretching my neck, but Daddy stopped me.
“No, no,” he said. “Kiss me like a good girl.”
“How does a good girl kiss?”
“A good girl sits in her daddy’s lap.”
“Oh,” I said. “Yes, Daddy, it’s just…”
I was terrified to admit that he might notice I was wet if I sat on his lap, but maybe he wouldn’t. I was probably imagining things. I wasn’t that wet, was I?
I climbed up, crawling to him on the couch. But then he took me by my waist, his fingers once again on my bare skin, and lifted me up. I squeaked as he sat me down in his lap, my legs spreading to straddle him. My eyes looked down to find myself in this position. Sure, I had seen many daddies and daughters in this position on TV, but those daughters were always little girls, and me, I wasn’t a little girl anymore. My pussy was right there up against his crotch, and I could swear I felt something bulging beneath me. Dear god, maybe I was wrong. Maybe this was totally normal.
“Kiss me,” Daddy ordered.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I said nervously, looking into his eyes. I put my hands on his collarbone and leaned forward, my lips wet and warm. I touched my lips to his lips. I knew it was sinful, but dear God, I loved kissing him. I didn’t care if it was sinful. I would kiss this man as long as he would let me.
I felt his hand on my back again, running up and down, catching under the back of my shirt, going down again and touching the rim of my skirt. His fingers stayed here, and I felt him pinch the zipper of my skirt. He moved it down an inch. My eyes opened as I kissed him. I was shocked, but I didn’t stop the kiss. Then he slid the zipper back into place. Then back down and once more back up.
Oh, he was just playing with me, and I loved it. Did he have any idea how sexual this felt for an 18-year-old virgin? Maybe he didn’t. Maybe this was normal. A daddy lovingly kissing his daughter in his lap, his hands on her, and my disgusting instincts found it all sexual, but none of it was, just innocent. I had never had a daddy to teach me this was all right.
I fed him my tongue. I wanted to feel this tongue again, to let him know I loved him, and if giving him an amazing kiss would tell him I loved him, then I wanted to tell him over and over again. He welcomed my tongue into his mouth, shocking me when he sucked on it. I in turn sucked on his.
I knew now what I felt was definitely Daddy’s bulging cock between my legs. I knew because he lifted his hips and ground it against my pubic bone, his bulge smashing into my soft panty-covered pussy. I gasped and broke the kiss, looking down.
“Mmm, baby,” Daddy whispered breathlessly. “I’m getting a little excited.”
I bit my lip as I looked down. “Daddy, is that your, your—“
“My cock,” he said, enunciating the word, saying it nice and slow.
“Oh, god,” I said. “Daddy.”
My daddy’s cock was hard. Had I done that? Had my kiss done that? I was in shock, but then, who was I to judge? My pussy was dripping wet. I could feel how soaked my panties were.
“I, I’m wet,” I said.
“Are you?” he said.
“I am,” I said breathlessly.
I looked down as Daddy’s hands came to my thighs. He took the bottom of my skirt and lifted it. My mouth opened in surprise as I watched him. My bare thighs were plain to see, and then so were my little white panties, with tiny red kissy lips. Worse than the embarrassment of my daddy seeing my panties was him seeing the wetness. But the wetness wasn’t just on me; it was on him. I had dripped so much, there was a wet spot on his white shorts.
“Oh no!” I said, stumbling to get off him, standing up. “I’m so sorry, Daddy!”
He laughed. “Babygirl, it’s okay. Come back here.”
I was staring hard at the huge bulge in his shorts. That was his cock, I knew it. I had made it hard, and now I had stained his shorts with my disgusting pussy juice. God, I felt so ashamed and horny at the same time. “Daddy, please, can I use your bathroom?”
“Baby, come back here.”
“Please, I can’t. My pussy is filthy. Oh god!” I clenched my hand over my mouth. I had said pussy. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Your pussy is filthy?” he said with a sexy smirk. “Why is it filthy?”
“I, I’m dripping wet, Daddy,” I said in humiliation. “My pussy is drooling. I have a problem where it gets really wet when I get horny. Daddy, I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”
“You amaze me. You are the absolute best. I mean that.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I had to clean myself right now. “Daddy, please. I am begging you, may I use your bathroom and clean my pussy?”
He smiled. “Go ahead.”
I hurried away into the bathroom, closing the door. I leaned against the sink, my legs shaking, my pussy throbbing. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to my feet. Then I peeled my panties down. They were so sticky and soaked. Wetness was running down my thighs. My stockings were ruined. I was so humiliated. I had come to visit my daddy and this is what I had done? I’d gotten so horny I had to admit to him my pussy was drooling. I wanted to crawl under a rock somewhere. Instead, I had to take off my panties and stockings and use a washcloth to dry my thighs and pussy lips. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with my wet panties and thigh-highs though.
“Daddy?” I called through the door.
“Yes, babygirl?” he said. I could hear him standing just outside now.
“Um, my panties are ruined.” God, to think I would have to say this to my daddy. Would this humiliation ever end? “Do, um, do you have anything I can borrow?”
“I don’t keep panties in the house, babygirl,” he said, amusement in his voice. “Why don’t you hang your panties up to dry in there?”
“Um, but I don’t have anything else to wear.”
“Let your pussy breathe, babygirl,” he said, his voice so close. I could hear him outside. “If your pussy is so wet, honey, it needs air to dry.”
I clenched my eyes closed. He did not understand what he was saying. Without panties, I’d just be dripping all down my thighs.
“Daddy, I’m scared I’ll drip and make a mess,” I hated that I had to admit it. God, I wanted to die.
“Babygirl, I’m your daddy. Daddies love their daughters. You can drip all over, and I won’t get angry. I promise.”
I held my breath. That was nice of him to say. “Really?”
I wiped my pussy once more with the cloth, tossing it in the sink. I left my panties and stockings over the towel rack and pulled my skirt back up, zipping it. Then I opened the door to see my daddy standing there.
“All better?” he said, his eyes roaming from my bare feet up to my bare thighs, looking at my skirt, my tummy, my breasts, and finally to my face.
“A little,” I said. “I’m not wearing panties or stockings now though.”
“Good,” he said. “Good girl.”
I bit my lip. “I want to be a good girl for you, Daddy. I’m sorry I’m so disgusting that I’m dripping pussy juice all over.”
“You’re not disgusting. You’re just excited to see your daddy. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
He shook his head. “Of course not. It’s never wrong to be happy to see your daddy, or get excited when you kiss him. Come give Daddy a hug.”
I stepped into him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was so tall. I looked up into his perfect face and smiled at him. “You’re so understanding and nice to me.”
“Good girls get treated good, and bad girls get treated bad.”
“I won’t be a bad girl, Daddy,” I said sincerely.
“I know. But you do have to clean up your messes.”
He tightened his hug, and I suddenly felt his bulge press into my bare tummy. My eyes spread wide. I stepped out of the hug and looked down. He stepped back, putting his hands on his hips.
“You made a mess on daddy’s shorts,” he said.
“Oh,” I said. “I’m so sorry. I, I can clean them up. Do you have a washer here?”
He laughed and then sat back down on the sofa, leaning back and spreading his arms and legs apart. “I expect you to clean this by hand.”
I bit my lip. “How?”
“Come here,” he ordered.
I went to him.
I raised my eyebrows but I obeyed, kneeling between his wide-open legs. I was looking up into his eyes, but I was well aware of the bulging shorts in front of me, as well as the wet spot I had left on him.
“Clean up your mess,” he said.
“How?” I whispered.
“You left your pussy juice on me,” he said. “If you spilled juice on your hand, what would you do?”
“Um, um,” I said, my breath coming a little faster, “lick it up?”
My eyes were wide. “You want me to lick my pussy juice off your shorts?”
“It’s your mess, babygirl.”
“Oh, my, Daddy,” I whispered.
My eyes lowered to the bulge in his shorts. I studied that bulge now, seeing the shape of it, the long shape bent to one side, the way it pushed up against the shorts. I was drooling, no doubt about that. And with no panties, I felt myself dripping down my thighs.
“Daddy,” I said, looking up at him, “my pussy is getting wet again. I’m scared I’m going to drip on your floor.”
“One mess at a time. Clean this up first.”
“I, I,” I could barely speak now, “you know your cock is right there.”
“Madi, if I wanted you to suck my cock, I’d tell you to suck my cock, do you understand me?”
My drop dropped. “Your c-cock?”
“I told you to clean up your mess, sweetheart. Obey your daddy. Lick it up.”
What could I say? What could I do? I could only obey. “Yes, Daddy.”
I inched closer, putting my hands on his knees, bringing my face closer to that big bulge and the wet spot I’d left behind. I put my nose close and sniffed. I could smell my own pussy, but I could also smell my daddy’s musky scent. I stared at that wet spot as my mouth started to open. I was salivating, but not for my own pussy juice, for the idea that I would be licking my daddy’s cock, even though it was under his shorts.
It was so wrong, but I could not help but want it. He was so amazing, and he had invited me into his home. He had given me so many cards and so much money over the years. I’d always wanted to suck on a man’s cock. I never imagined it would be my daddy’s, but I didn’t care anymore. And honestly, for one moment, I thought maybe all girls did this. Maybe those girls lucky enough to grow up with daddies did suck their daddy’s cock one day. How else would a daughter thank a daddy for all the nice things he had done for them?
I kissed it, the wet spot, feeling the contours of his big daddy dick under the cloth, my soft lips molding to its shape. I heard him sigh and I kissed again. I licked next. I’d like to pretend like I was cleaning up the mess I left on Daddy’s shorts, but the truth was, I don’t think I was helping. I could barely taste myself, and all of my attention was on that hard cock under the shorts. I couldn’t taste my daddy, but the idea of licking his cock was making me drool, from both my mouth and my pussy.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m not sure this is helping. I’m just making it wetter.”
“Nonsense,” he said, stroking my head and running his fingers through my red hair. “You’re doing so well.”
“But I’m making a mess on the floor.”
He sat up a little and stretched his neck to look down. “Damn, you are a drooler, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I can’t help it.”
“You know, maybe you’re right. Maybe this mess you left on me can’t be cleaned up with your tongue. I’ll have to hang these up to dry.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Take them off, Madi.”
I gulped. “Me? You want me to?”
“Yes. Obey me, babygirl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said.
I couldn’t believe it. I’d seen a few cocks on the internet, sure, but I’d never seen a real one before. My heart was so excited and bumping in my chest. It was really filthy to think it was my daddy’s cock I was going to see for the first time, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see a cock, his cock, just to look at it and take it all in. With my eyes I mean. I was already wondering if he’d let me suck on it. Maybe he even wanted me to. Something told me that was wrong, but if my daddy wanted me to do something, I swore I’d be a good daughter and obey.
I took his shorts by the bottom and started to tug. He raised his butt up and the shorts stretched and snapped free. I gasped as his cock popped out. It was a long, thick, ugly thing. I thought it would be beautiful, but it really was terrifying, huge and bulky, with angry veins, like an angry teacher screaming at me for being stupid, all purple and ready to bite. It throbbed as my eyes stayed locked on it. It scared me, because it did not look anything like my mom’s little dildo. That thing was the size of my two fingers. This thing looked like my arm.
“Oh wow, Daddy,” I said, holding the shorts around his knees. He lifted his legs and stepped out of them, spreading his knees apart again, his big cock waving in the air.
“Do you like that cock, little daughter?”
I bit my lip as I looked up into his eyes. “It’s kind of scary. It’s not what I was expecting. I thought it would be small and cute. Yours looks mean and big.”
He stroked my cheek again. “I hope you don’t hate my cock because it’s not pretty.”
“Oh, no, never, Daddy,” I said. “I’m just, I’m a virgin, you know? I’ve never seen one. I’m sure it’s beautiful in its own way.”
“Hah, sure you are. That’s so cute.”
“Mmmhmm,” he said with a smile. “You really know how to get a man off, don’t you? You are such a sexy girl. I love how you play.”
I smiled at him. “Aw, Daddy, thank you.”
“Do you want to touch it?” he asked me.
“Yes, but it’s kind of wrong, isn’t it?”
“It’s very wrong. Do you like doing bad things, babygirl?”
“Not really,” I said. “But if you tell me to do it, it’s not a bad thing. It’s a good thing, because I want to be an obedient daughter.”
“You really want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said. “I may be a little dumb, but I always want to be a good girl.”
“Mmm, my cute little obedient daughter,” he said. His hand ran up my jaw and came around behind my head. He drew me in and I found my face rapidly approaching that big cock, the head throbbing and pointing at my face. “Open your mouth, sweetie.”
Oh, my, I knew what he wanted now. I was scared, because it was as big around as my mouth was wide, but I dared not refuse my daddy, not that I wanted to. I could feel the back of my jaw tightening in anticipation, my mouth flooding with saliva, my tongue sweetening in expectation.
His cockhead touched my lips, and I took in a sharp breath from my nose. He didn’t stop there though. His cockhead kept coming, pushing between my small lips and touching my tongue. My lips instinctually closed around the big piece of meat coming into my mouth. My tongue tested it, looking for flavors against the soft head and little slit. I dragged my tongue across it and tasted my daddy’s musky flavor.
God, this was a man, and he made me feel like a grown woman the moment I had his cock in my mouth. I’d never felt that way before. Until now, I’d always been a child, being yelled at by my mom, grandma, the teachers at school. But my daddy, wow, did he know how to make me feel like a woman, and all it took was this big fat cock in my mouth. It was an education no school could prepare you for. Oh how I wanted to please him, to thank him for helping me grow up, and to have him look down at me with those gorgeous eyes. I wanted to see that I had pleased him, that he was glad he’d put his cock in my mouth, that I’d become a good daughter who could give him a good blow job.
I tried my best, licking that big cockhead, sucking on it, and then even blowing on it when I had to catch my breath. I thought that’s how it was done. He seemed to like it, chuckling as he watched me, playing with my hair.
“That’s my good girl,” he said. “Let’s test that gag reflex.”
I knew what was coming, and he did not disappoint me. In came his cock, rammed right past my tongue and into my throat. My throat closed around it but I refused to gag. I pinched my eyes closed and took that marvelous cock down my throat. Oh, wow, was I proud of myself. Each breath through my nose was a struggle, but the struggle to hold Daddy’s cock in my throat was the greater struggle, and I would not be beaten. I had practiced on bananas at home, but this was a whole new experience. Bananas did not hold your head in place.
He pulled his cock out and I thought I was saved, but in it went again, right down my throat. I took that big cock and licked it, my hands on his thighs, trying to control the rhythm as he started gently thrusting into my mouth. Suddenly, to my surprise, he yanked his cock completely out of my mouth. I gasped for air while he moaned.
“Fuck!” he said. “Fuck, you almost made me cum.”
“I, I did?” I said pridefully.
“Yes, but I don’t want to cum, not until I fuck you.”
I jerked in surprise, putting my hand over my mouth. “Oh, my god, Daddy,” I said. Daddy wanted to fuck me? I knew I wasn’t the smartest girl, but there’s no way he could do that, was there? “You’re going to fuck me?”
He grabbed me by my neck, and I was forced to stand as he brought me closer. He pulled me right into his lap, my legs opening. My skirt rode up and I knew if he wanted to, he could see my pussy. All he would have to do is lift up the plaid and my cunt would be out in the open. I was breathless as I looked into his eyes–there was spit on my chin from sucking his cock.
“Would you like that?” he asked, his thumb on my neck, caressing it.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I want it, but it’s so wrong.”
“It is so wrong,” he said with a hint of a smile. “That’s what makes it so good.”
“It’s just, just, I’m a virgin. Is that okay?”
He laughed. “Come on now, you’re taking the game too far. A slut like you, I bet you’ve had a dozen cocks before lunch, eh?”
I squinted at him in confusion. “No, Daddy. I’ve never even had a boyfriend.”
“Mmm, you sexy little bitch,” he said. He let go of my neck and leaned back, taking his cock instead. I watched him as he gave it a few long strokes. His eyes were on me. “Take your blouse off.”
“You want to see my breasts?” I asked him.
“Yes, babygirl. Show Daddy your little tits.”
I gulped and started untying the blouse knot at my stomach, and then I unbuttoned it. Daddy was looking at me like a hungry dog, stroking his big cock with his big hands, up and down. I couldn’t believe this was happening. He really was going to do it. I knew it. He was going to fuck me, and I felt so lucky that this man was my daddy. I really didn’t care if it was wrong anymore.
My breasts spilled out, just a couple of B’s, but it was the only honor roll I’d ever been on. I never bothered to wear a bra. Daddy noticed.
I shook my head as I pulled my arms out of the blouse and tossed the shirt aside. “I like when men look at my tits. They aren’t that big, so I like when they see my nipples.”
“You love attention, don’t you?” he asked. His left hand lifted to my breast. He cupped one while his right hand went on stroking that long cock. I was watching his hand while he fondled me, watching the way he pulled the skin of his cock up and down over his fat mushroom cockhead, the same head that had been in my mouth moments ago. I could still taste his daddy precum on my tongue.
“Yes. I love attention,” I said. “I’ve been looking for a boyfriend, anyone to fuck me. I’m just not good at talking to boys. I get so shy when they’re gorgeous like you.”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t think a little whore like you ever got shy.”
I frowned. “Daddy, I’m not a whore. I can learn though, if you want me to be. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
He pinched my nipples hard and I yelped. “Anything?”
“Tell me I can do anything to you,” he said.
My eyes were on his cock again. “You can do anything you want to me, Daddy.”
“Tell me I can fuck your mouth and your pussy.”
I gulped. “Of course, you can fuck my mouth, and, and my pussy too, Daddy.”
“Tell me I can fuck your ass if I want.”
“Oh God, Daddy. Okay, you can fuck my asshole, but please, not right away.”
“Not right away?” he said.
“Give me some time to get used to your cock first. I told you, I’m a virgin.”
“Haha, ah yes, of course you are.”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He took his hand off my breast and his other hand off his cock. He ran his fingers down my sides. I held my breath as his hands came to the waist of my skirt. His hands slipped around behind my back, and I felt his fingers on my zipper again. He played with it once more, sliding it up and down in a tease, but then he slid it all the way down, opening the skirt. I thought he’d have me get up, but instead he lifted the skirt up. I looked down as it went up my tummy, exposing my messy pussy. His eyes were on my cunt as the skirt went higher, past my breasts. I lifted my arms and it came off over my head. He eyes were on my drooling cunt.
My inner lips were hanging out of my small outer labia, all glistening with so much juice. A thick strand of pussy cream connected my meaty lips. My cunt looked like a drooling dog’s mouth. I always hated the way my pussy looked, but Daddy’s eyes seemed to sparkle.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful cunt.”
His hand ran down my stomach and came down to cup my pussy between my legs. I lost my breath. I have never had a boy touch my pussy before and it sent electricity through my body.
“Oh God,” I said. “I’m sorry I’m so wet. You’re making me so horny.”
“I like how wet you are,” he said. “You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy, if you want me to be.”
“Mmmhmm,” he said. “You love this job, huh?”
“Um, I don’t have a job.”
“Right,” he said. His fingers were caressing my pussy lips. I felt his middle finger run along my slit. I bit my lip as I moaned. He thumbed my clit, and my eyes rolled in my head. I swear, he was going to make me cum just by touching me this much. I was so horny and excited.
“Oh, Daddy,” I said breathlessly.
His hands came around behind my butt. He squeezed my ass and pulled me forward. His cockhead jammed up against my pubic bone. We were both looking down, staring at that big cock.
“Rub your cunt with it,” he told me.
I did as he said, reaching down between my legs. I leaned back a little and brought my feet up so they were flat on the sofa. I took his big cock in my hand, feeling it throb in my palm. I angled it properly and let his cockhead touch my pussy lips.
“Oh God,” I said. “I can’t believe this happening, Daddy.”
“It’s amazing, isn’t it, babygirl?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re really going to do this? We’re really going to fuck?” I knew the answer was yes, but I wanted him to tell me it was true.
“Oh, yes, babygirl. Daddy’s going to bury that big cock deep in your slut pussy.”
“Daddy,” I said, feeling nervous. I wanted a little reassurance before we fucked. “You won’t, won’t send me away after you fuck me, will you?”
He breathed heavily as we both watched his cockhead sliding up and down my slit. “What? What do you mean?”
“I, I don’t have anywhere to go,” I said. I was talking, but I wasn’t looking at him. I was busy stroking my pussy lip with the tip of his cock. God, I wanted him inside me now. I spoke faster, eager to begin feeling his big cock in me. “You’ll let me stay, won’t you?”
“I ran away from Grandma’s. That’s why I’m here. Please don’t kick me out. If you promise I can stay, you can fuck me as much as you want. Please? Do you promise?”
He was looking at me with disbelief and confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It made us both jump, and for a split second, the tip of his cock slipped between my pussy lips. I groaned and it slipped out. “Oh, my God.”
“Who the fuck could that be?” he said.
There was another knock.
“Ignore it, Daddy,” I said. “Can I stay? Please? I promise you can use my pussy as much as you want if you say yes, my asshole and mouth too, if that’s what you want.”
The knocking started again. Daddy was confused, looking from me to the door.
“Just, just, hold on. Let me get the door, fuck.” He lifted me off his waist and set me aside. When he stood up, his massive cock pointed long and straight. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them up, jamming his hard cock into them, heading toward the door. I grabbed my white blouse and pulled it over my head. I used a pillow to cover my pussy.
Daddy opened the door. A woman was outside. She was wearing a pink tube top, a black skirt, fishnet stockings, and red stilettos. She had big hoop earrings that I loved, and blond hair with black roots coming out. She was chewing gum and looking at her phone.
“Finally,” she said.
“Yes, what?” Daddy said, half standing behind the door to hide his big cock.
“Are you Ryan?”
“I’m Tawny, your escort from Fantasy Date Service.”
“Tawny?” my daddy said loudly. He glanced at me and then back. “Tawny?”
“Oh shit, I forgot,” Tawny said, looking at her phone. “I’m supposed to say… hold on, I have it here.” She scrolled through her phone. “Right, I’m Madison. And I say, ‘Hi, Daddy.’ Great, another one.” She put her phone away. “All right, you gonna invite me in?”
“I, I… what the fuck?” my daddy said. “What?”
“What?” Tawny said. “Are you ready to fuck? I’m double booked.”
“There’s already a hooker here!” Daddy said, pulling the door open.
Tawny noticed me now. “Huh? Who’s that?”
“She’s the hooker! She just got here,” my daddy explained.
“What?” I said, standing up. The white shirt did not quite make it past my pussy. My lips were sticking out between my legs. “Daddy, I’m not a hooker.”
“What?” he said loudly. “What’s your name?”
I was very confused. “Daddy, it’s me, Madi. You thought I was a hooker?”
“Madison?” he said. His eyes were bulging as he looked back and forth from Tawny to me. “Oh my God! Oh my dear God! Holy fuck! No no no!”
“You ordered two girls?” Tawny asked. “Look, that’s extra.”
“What?” Daddy said to Tawny. “Just get out of here, cancel the reservation, leave.”
“I already charged your card,” she said. “No refunds.”
“Go!” My daddy closed the door in her face and came over to me. “Madison? Is your name really Madison? You’re not fucking with me?”
“Daddy, I don’t know what you—“
“Don’t fucking call me that!” he snapped at me.
I jumped. “Sorry, Da—um, sir.”
“What is your name, your real name. No fucking games!”
“Um, Madi. I mean, Madison, if you want.”
He grabbed my neck and pushed me up against the wall. I gasped and was shaking. His eyes were wild.
“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded.
“Daddy, please, you’re scaring me.”
“You’re not Madison. You’re not my daughter.”
My lower lip trembled. “Daddy, please don’t say that. I am your daughter. I said I’d do whatever you want. You can fuck me as much as you want. Just please don’t kick me out.”
He let go of my neck and stepped back, his hand over his mouth. “Fuck.”
I held my neck. “Are you angry at me?”
“Baby, I, I didn’t know it was you,” he said. “I thought you were a call girl.”
“A what girl?”
“A hooker! I thought you were pretending to be my daughter! That’s what I… I paid for.”
It took me a moment to realize, but then I got it. “Oh. Oh! You thought I was pretending to be your daughter? All this time, you thought I was just a hooker?”
“Yes! I never would have done all that to you! Fuck, Madi. My fucking god, how could you let me do that?”
“Daddy, I just want to make you happy,” I said. “I thought you wanted to fuck me. You still can, just don’t send me away.”
“Good fucking lord,” he said, putting a hand over his face. “What, just, what the hell are you doing here? Why didn’t you call me or something?”
“I was at my Grandma’s and we got into a fight. I had to leave. I didn’t know where else to go, and I didn’t want to go to my mom’s, so I came here. I was hoping you could help me. I know we don’t know each other very well, but I’ll be a good daughter. If you want to use my pussy, I’ll be good and let you use it. I won’t say no, I promise.”
“Fuck, please just, just…” He leaned over the kitchen counter covering his face. “What did I do?”
I came closer to him, putting my hand on his back. “Daddy?”
“I am so sorry, Madi. I swear I am so sorry.”
“For what?” I asked.
“For almost fucking you,” he said, looking at me. “God, I’m sorry.”
“Oh, Daddy, I don’t mind. It felt so good. Aren’t we going to fuck now?”
“Baby, no, of course not.”
“Baby, I can’t fuck you. You’re my daughter.”
“But you were going to five minutes ago.”
“I was going to fuck a prostitute pretending to be my daughter,” he said, standing up straight again. “Please put your clothes on. I can see your pussy.”
I looked down at myself. “But I wanna have sex.”
“What are you saying?” he said. “I’m your daddy!”
“I know,” I said. “You’re so gorgeous though and you made me so horny. Can’t I stay? I said I’d let you fuck me as much as you want.”
“Fucking hell, stop saying that,” he said, walking away from me. “Look, I don’t think you seem to get it.”
“Get what?” I said, following him. “Sorry, Daddy. Sometimes I don’t understand things.”
He took a breath, moving into the bedroom. I followed him. He was digging in his drawers, looking for a shirt. He put it on. Then he pulled out a pair of shorts, handing them to me.
“Put those on.”
“Because your pussy is right there!” he said.
“Okay, okay.” I stepped into the shorts. They were far too big, but I pulled the string and tied them together. I looked a little silly with the blouse and these big shorts, but I think Daddy felt a little more comfortable now that he couldn’t see my pussy.
“Daddy, please don’t be angry at me.”
“I’m not angry at you,” he said. “I’m furious with myself. I wish you’d have told me it was you.”
“Um, I did.”
He sighed. “Yes, you did.”
“Daddy, can’t we go back to what we were doing? You were so loving and sweet to me.”
“Baby, I thought you were someone else.”
“You thought I was a stranger. If you were so sweet to a stranger, can’t you be sweet to me? I’m your daughter.”
“Baby, aren’t you at all upset I almost fucked you? Don’t you realize how immoral that is?”
“I know, but you wanted it so bad. I didn’t want to say no to you, and you’re so handsome and sexy. You made me so wet and horny.”
“Damn, babygirl. I haven’t seen you in 12 years. You can’t show up on my doorstep and just want to fuck. It’s wrong.”
“I didn’t come to fuck. You said you wanted to fuck.”
“You should have stopped me.”
“I can’t say no to my daddy. I’m obedient.”
“Sweetheart, you need to go home to your mom, right now,” Daddy said.
“Oh, no, please, Daddy don’t make me go,” I whined, stepping up to him. I put my hands on his shoulders. “She’s so awful, you don’t know.”
“I know how awful she is. She filed a restraining order against me. I’m not even legally allowed to be within a mile of you until you’re 18.”
“But I am 18!”
“Oh, right. Look, if she finds out what we almost did, she’ll throw me in prison.”
“She doesn’t have to know,” I said softly, my hands running down his chest. I took the bottom of his shirt and started to lift it. “Daddy, let me stay. I meant what I said. You can do anything you want.”
“Baby, stop it,” he said, pulling his shirt away from my hands.
I was a little discouraged, but I didn’t want to give up. I put my hands on my own tummy and started to slide them up my chest. “Ten minutes ago, you thought I was amazing, and you wanted to fuck my brains out. Don’t you want to fuck me anymore?” I started to open my blouse again.
“Madi, stop it,” he warned.
I opened the blouse, showing my tits. “These tits are yours now daddy. You can touch them, squeeze them, play with them, whatever you want.”
He turned his head. “Madi, put your shirt back on and go.”
I took the shirt off and tossed it on the ground. Then I went over to his bed, crawling on it. I kept my butt to him, looking back.
“You said I had a nice ass, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he said, rubbing his face.
I put my face down on the bed and with both hands I reached back for the shorts, hooking my thumbs and sliding them down my thighs. My sopping wet pussy was back out into the cool air. I lifted my knees enough to crawl out of the shorts, leaving me naked.
“See how wet my pussy is, Daddy?”
“Madi, you need to get dressed,” he said firmly.
“What are you going to do if I don’t?” I asked, wiggling my rump. “Gonna spank me again?”
“I might,” he said angrily.
“So spank me. I want to be a good girl, Daddy. You have to spank me to make me good.”
He turned his eyes on me, finally. He looked angry, but I thought I could see a hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t think I won’t spank you, young lady.”
I bit my lip, reaching back with both my hands, holding my thighs. I pulled them apart, spreading my ass cheeks and my pussy lips. “Remember when your cock was right there, Daddy? I felt your cockhead slip between my pussy lips for half a second. Did it feel good, fucking your daughter?”
“I didn’t fuck you,” he said, coming closer, his hands on his hips.
“You put your big cockhead inside my pussy.”
“I did not,” he said. His hand flew and he slapped my ass. “Stop saying that.”
“Mmm, I felt you, Daddy. If that woman hadn’t knocked on the door, you’d be balls deep in me right now, wouldn’t you?”
He slapped my ass again, knocking my hands out of the way. “You’re my daughter, Madi. You shouldn’t be doing this.”
“If you promise to let me stay, I’ll stop.”
“Trying to bargain?” he said, smacking my ass again.
I kept my face down and my ass up. I put my hands behind my back, both of them. Then I widened my knees, so my legs and pussy were nice and open for him.
“Yes, Daddy. Just say I can stay, and I’ll be your obedient daughter and do whatever you say.”
“And if I told you to get dressed, would you?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “If you tell me to jump, I’ll ask how high. If you tell me to lick, I’ll ask where. If you tell me to fuck, I’ll ask how deep.”
“Fine,” he said. “You can stay.”
“Really?” I said, lifting my head a little.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said. “What would you like me to do?”
I watched him as he took the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up, pulling it off. Then he took his shorts. He slid them down and my eyes opened wide to see his cock once again. He gave it a few strokes and it became nice and hard and long again. I was forgetting to breathe as I watched. He walked over to the side of the bed where my face was, the cock hovering in the air.
“If I told you to open your mouth, would you?”
I didn’t answer. I just opened my mouth nice and wide, sticking my tongue out. He gave his cock another stroke. I could see how much he was hesitating, how guilty he felt.
“I already sucked your cock, Daddy,” I said. “No harm putting it back in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he said. “Open.”
I opened my mouth again, my tongue stretching. His cock came to meet it. My mouth salivated as his thick cock bumped into my lips. I stretched my neck to take his daddy dick into my mouth again. I slurped on his cockhead, pushing my neck to take more of him, but I didn’t want to change position. I wanted him to see me with my pussy in the air. I wanted him to want to fuck me, because, oh God, did I want to be fucked. I could feel my cunt running like a faucet. I swear I was on the verge of cumming just from having him in my mouth.
“I can’t fuck you,” he said as I sucked his cock.
I looked up at him with sad eyes, but I did not stop nursing his cock in my mouth.
“I can’t,” he said again, but his eyes were on my ass and pussy. “You’re my daughter, I can’t do that. I can’t.”
I took my mouth off his cock long enough to speak. “You can do whatever you want, Daddy. Can I ask a favor while I suck your cock?”
“What?” he said.
“Can you touch my pussy a little if you’re not going to fuck me? My cunt is throbbing, and it’s torture sucking on your cock.”
“Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished,” he said, nudging my nose with his cockhead. “Suck.”
I didn’t speak again, just wrapped my mouth around his cock. He was looking into my eyes, but then he looked at my ass. I wiggled it again. His hand came down on my ass, smacking it. He kept it there for a moment and then started to rub in a circle, cupping my cheek. Then his hand started to move down my ass crack, toward my pussy. I was trying to take his cock deeper in my mouth while I moved my hips closer to his hand. My pussy was simultaneously a fire and a fire hydrant. Then I felt his fingertips touch my pussy lips and I nearly bit down on his cock. He ran the back of his knuckles up my wet cunt and I purred with his cock in my throat.
“God, thank you, Daddy,” I mumbled on his shaft.
He dragged his middle finger along my slit and I groaned in pleasure, clawing my own back with my arms behind me. When he nudged my clit with the tip of his fingers, my eyes rolled into my head. Then I screamed when his three fingers suddenly slapped my pussy. I was panting on his cock and then sucked again, looking up at him.
“More, please,” I mumbled with dick in my mouth.
“You’re behaving like a whore now.”
“I know,” I mumbled, taking a second to breathe. “I’m not normally so slutty. I can’t help it. You bring it out of me.”
“You know, every few months, I have a call girl here, pretending to be you,” he said.
I smiled up at him. “Daddy, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“You’re not disgusted?”
“Why would I be disgusted that my daddy loves me so much that he pretends to fuck me?”
“Suck my cock, Madi.”
I put my lips back around his cock and sucked. I was immediately rewarded with his fingers on my pussy, rubbing in a slow circle around my clit. I moaned on his shaft and tried to keep my tongue and lips working while his fingers explored my pussy. I was grinding back against his hand whenever his fingers came close to my hole. God, I wanted his fingers in me, but he seemed to be deliberately avoiding penetrating me.
“Daddy,” I said as I took a breath, “will you put your fingers inside me, please?”
“No,” he said. “Suck, Madi.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said putting my lips back around his shaft.
He suddenly thrust his cock into my mouth, and I felt him drive into my throat. I gagged and coughed, and I knew this was my punishment for being slutty. I looked up at him to apologize with my eyes. I felt him slap my pussy once again with three fingers. I yelped on his cock but busied myself sucking it. He took a step back and pulled his long shaft out of my mouth, spit running off the tip of it and down my chin. His fat cock swung from side to side, so hard and long.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he said.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth, Daddy, or somewhere else?” I wanted to offer him my pussy, but I didn’t want to upset him.
“I want to cum in your pussy, but I can’t.”
“You can do anything you want, Daddy.”
He met my eyes, taking his hand away from my pussy. “Anything?”
“Use me,” I said to him. “Please, Daddy. I’m your daughter. I’m only in this world because you made me.”
I scooted back a little on the bed, so my feet were off the side and my pussy and ass were near the edge.
“You really want to be fucked, don’t you?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “I can’t help it. I want to cum too, but I can only cum with something inside me. I’m so horny right now.”
“I can see. You’re dripping everywhere.”
“I know. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. I know it’s kinda nasty.”
“I like nasty.”
He stepped around the bed and came closer to me, standing between my feet. I widened my knees a little more. I watched as he took his cock and smacked me in the ass with it.
“You’re really a virgin?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy, but I stick a lot of stuff in my pussy.”
“I bet you do,” he said, laying has cock between my ass cheeks. He slid it up and down. “God, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.”
“I have an idea,” I said. “I really want to get fucked.”
“I really wish you weren’t my daughter.”
I frowned back at him. “Don’t say that. I’m so happy you’re my daddy.”
“I meant because I wouldn’t feel guilty for what I’m about to do.”
“What are you about to do?” I asked excitedly.
“I’m about to shove every inch of this cock into your cunt.”
“Oh, god, yes,” I said breathlessly.
He took his shaft and dragged his cockhead up and down my slit. My eyes fluttered and I moaned.
“Fuck,” I said. “Fuck. I seriously don’t know if I can hold it. I’m going cum already.”
“You’ll cum when I say you’ll cum,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll try not to,” I said, chewing on my lip as he once again dragged his cockhead between my pussy lips. He flicked my clit a few more times, and I cried with my mouth closed. “I’m trying really hard not to cum!” I said urgently.
He laughed at me. “You really want this Daddy cock in you, don’t you?”
“Yes! Please stop asking me!”
He moved his cockhead right up against my hole, placing it there, resting it on my pussy lips. “If I told you to fuck yourself against it, would you?”
“Yes!” I screamed. “Fuck, yes, I will. Please, tell me to! Please!”
He slapped my ass with his hand. “Eager little slut.”
“Please,” I said, minutely moving my hips from side to side, his cockhead throbbing between my pussy lips. “Please, Daddy, sir, please allow me to push your cock inside of my pussy.”
“So obedient,” he said. “Do it. Fuck your yourself against—ohhahh.”
He didn’t finish speaking before I pushed back against him, his fat mushroom head slipping into my sopping wet hole, swallowing him up. He felt so big inside me as I shoved myself back, my cunt chomping up that long thick cockmeat. Oh, I felt so full the moment he hit my cervix.
“Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I said and then I screamed and squirted. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. My legs were shaking as I came, but it was all too much for my little pussy. I whimpered and moaned as my pussy convulsed and twitched around his fat cock. I couldn’t move as my body trembled. I was so sensitive, but my daddy didn’t let me be. He pulled his cock back and then rammed it into me. I felt my entire body fly forward. I had to grab the bed to keep from toppling over.
“You little rebellious slut,” he said, grabbing my hips. He pulled me back and impaled me on his fat daddy shaft again. I screamed from the sensitivity of my cunt.
“I’m sorry!” I cried. “I tried so hard not to cum! Please, Daddy, I’m sensitive!”
But Daddy wasn’t about to let me come down. He was thrusting in and out of me as I wiggled and struggled under his big cock.
“Fuck, you’re big!” I cried.
“You like that big Daddy cock, don’t you, babygirl?”
“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes, but please, just a little slower!”
He laughed and did not slow down. He was driving his shaft in and out of me, grunting all the while. I was trying to crawl away from his invading cock. It really was too much for me. I lost my balance and fell on my tummy, which was about the worse thing I could do. He was on top of my back now, his cock bending inside of me, his mushroom head at a painful angle. He was stabbing that big fat cock deep inside my guts.
“Oh, fuck!” I screamed. “Daddy, Daddy!”
“Hush now, babygirl,” he said on top of my back, humping me, each thrust prodding my insides. “Daddy needs to fuck.”
“Daddy, please! You’re going too deep! It’s hurting!”
“Huh?” he said, not slowing.
“My pussy!” I cried. “Please! Take it out, take it out!”
He yanked his long shaft out of me, and I immediately missed it, but my stomach thanked me. “Oh fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I turned around on my back, my legs falling open again, staying wide. “Oh, you fucked the hell out of me. More.”
“On my back, please,” I said, hooking my heels around his hips. “Please, keep fucking me. I can take it like this.”
He smirked, leaning down between my legs. “Sensitive little pussy?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped you.”
He leaned down into me and fed his big cock back into my pussy. I groaned in pleasure as his cockhead rubbed my insides, nestling its way back deep inside. My pussy was still very sensitive, but this time when he hit my cervix, it didn’t hurt quite as much, and I wasn’t going to stop him again.
“Oh, god, that’s amazing,” I said. “You’re the best daddy in the world.”
“You’re a pretty fucking amazing daughter too,” he said, looking into my eyes as his cock was buried in me.
“Daddy, can I ask for something?”
He drew himself out before sliding back in, nice and deep and my eyes fluttered.
“Can you kiss me again?” I asked. “It was so nice before. It’s okay to kiss, right?”
His hand found my cheek and I turned my face into it, loving his sensitive touch.
“Babygirl, kissing is the one thing a daddy can do.”
He leaned into me and kissed my lips. My mouth was so wet and warm, so welcoming to his lips and tongue. I kissed him, sucking his lower lip, licking his tongue, loving the way he rocked his cock in and out of me while he kissed me. Our breath was hot on each other’s face as we fucked and kissed.
“Oh, Daddy,” I said.
“I have to cum,” he said.
“You’ll get pregnant, baby,” he said.
“It’ll be okay. Just cum. I don’t want to ever tell you to stop again.”
“Such a good daughter,” he said, kissing me again. He started humping harder and faster into me. We were both grunting into each other’s mouth. But then he lost his breath and his eyes went wide. He let out a deep groan and I felt buckets of warm sperm shoot inside me. My head fell back, loving the sensation of his explosive orgasm in my tummy. Fuck, it nearly made me cum a second time. He kept thrusting in and out of me as his cock throbbed and spit up the last of its cum, making me gooey all over.
Eventually, Daddy slowed his thrusts, and I felt his big shaft start to soften inside me. He left it there as he finally stopped thrusting, his body hovering over me as we stared into each other’s eyes. I smiled up at him, stroking his pretty face.
“Mmm, my daddy. Did I do good?”
“You did amazing, babygirl. I did bad though.”
I shook my head. “Don’t say that. It was amazing.”
“Your daddy should have been more responsible.”
I stretched up to kiss his perfect lips. “I know I’m a bit of a dummy,” I said, “but coming over here and opening my legs for you was the smartest decision of my life.”
He kissed my forehead. “You’re not a dummy. The dummy was the man who could not tell his daughter from a call girl.”
I giggled. “It’s okay. Sister Mary calls me a whore all the time. I guess she was right after all.” I gasped because Daddy suddenly pushed his half-hard cock deeper into me and then pulled it out all the way, the gooey cum running off his shaft and out of my pussy. He fell down in bed beside me.
“At least now you know where you get your brains from,” Daddy said.
I stretched my neck and kissed his cheek. “Can I keep getting cock from you too, Daddy?”
“I think I can do that,” he said. “I’m gonna save an absolute fortune on hookers.”
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