Daddy loves his little daughter

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“You were embarrassed of telling me your pussy was wet, Maddie.”

She blushed instantly. My poor daughter. “Yes, daddy,” she whispered, looking down.

“Oh, Muffin. Let me help you. Be obedient even when it’s difficult, understood? You will need to be brave, but I will help you. I always will.”

“Yes, daddy,” she said softly.

“Good girl. Take your shirt and shorts off so that you’re only in your bra and underwear.”

She inhaled sharply and hesitated. When I turned to her and lifted my eyebrow in expectation, however, she stood and began removing her clothes as I commanded. She took her shirt off first and folded it tidily over the back of her chair. Her pajama shorts were next and she stepped gracefully out of those, leaving only her lacy bra and adorable sheer panties. She went to fold the shorts over her chair as well but I stopped her with a command. “Bring those here.”

She swallowed but did as she was bade. “Yes, daddy.”

I held out my hand and she gave them to me. I stared her in the eyes, remembering how strongly she had smelled of cum as she ground herself on my cock, certain that it had soaked through her panties. I held her shorts to my nose, closed my eyes, and inhaled the scent of her sex.

She gasped and I smiled, opening my eyes again to stare at her. Her face was red with her blush. “Here, take a nice deep breath, Muffin.”

I had been right in thinking that cum saturated her fabric shorts. The crotch of them smelled like pure heaven. I pressed the center to Maddie’s nose, making sure she would get all of the pure hot scent. She sniffed just slightly, but I tsked her. “No, Muffin. You can do better than that.” She whimpered… and then she inhaled a long shuddering pull of her own cum scent. “Yes, much better,” I cooed. “Good girl. Breathe again. That smells good, doesn’t it?” When she opened her eyes, they were dilated. I smiled encouragingly. “You can keep breathing it in. That’s a very good girl. There’s no reason to be embarrassed of this, Muffin, not to me. I love the smell of your lust. I could breathe the scent of your little cunt all night, princess.” Crass? Oh yes. But she responded to it violently. Her eyes shuddered and she kept inhaling. I stood with her there for as long as I could before I needed to tend our breakfast. I pat her ass gently. “Go back to your seat. We will talk just like normal. I just wanted to show you that you had nothing to be ashamed of.”

She took her pajamas from my hand and smiled shyly at me. “Thank you, daddy. You’re a very good teacher.”

I laughed. “I’m glad you think so, princess. What book are you reading?”

She took to the morning conversation just like she always would, my precious Muffin. Lately she’d been reading her way steadily through my bookshelves, which consisted largely of old style fantasy epics. Eddings, Brooks, Goodkind, Modesitt, and the like. She devoured them. And no one could get into a book quite like Maddie. She threw herself into a story like she threw herself into Math and Programming Languages.

“I think he totally was a whore for Ayn Rand, daddy.”

I laughed. “Reached the book with the statue and the socialist society, did you?”

“Yes, and I hate myself for loving it as much as I do. I mean it’s not as fascinating as the cat demon rape in the second book, but I’m pretty sure the statue is the exact same statue as the one of Dominique Francon in the freaking Fountainhead and- oh! Turkey, bacon, egg, and cheese melts!”

I grinned. We both loved breakfast. “Yes. Come and sit on my lap this time, sweetheart. I want you close at the moment.”

“Yes, daddy. I would like to be close too.” She walked around to where I set her plate and curled up in my lap. She stiffened with a sharp breath when she felt how hard my cock was and closed her eyes, shivering. “Daddy… I-I liked smelling my pussy from your hands. And I like it when you’re hard. It makes my pussy wet.”

“Does it? Good girl, Muffin. Stand up and let me see.”

She swallowed and stood in front of my chair. But I was much larger than my Muffin and still too tall even sitting while she was standing. I tsked. “This won’t do at all, will it? I need a nice, close view of how wet you are.” My Maddie didn’t realize quite what she did for me but I fell into my dominance role with more comfort than I felt in my daily role as a parent. The filthy talk and control was like a balm to me. I dominated like others relaxed on the beach, with all the ease of a vacation that I craved. It was part of me in a deep way.

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