Virginal 18-year-old Abby wants Daddy to be her first, this story features the love of a father and daughter.
Sprawled across the soft sofa, sharing a blanket with my older brother David, I casually flipped channels as the wind blew outside and the shows rambled on. It was an atypical weeknight in our suburban home. Mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner; daddy was still away on business, and David… was annoying.
“Don’t you have homework to do, creep?” I questioned loudly, hoping our mom would hear and force my older sibling to the demented hole he called a room.
“Whadaya gonna do about it, Abby?” he answered with a growl, kicking me underneath the covers and swiping the remote.
“Hey! I was watching that!” I exclaimed angrily, though I had no idea what show had even been playing. Only a year apart, David and I never got along.
“The hell you were, cow,” he replied, turning the set to MTV.
We were near opposites; I was the “good-girl” type, which David continually teased me for, while he spent far too many hours in detention. Neither of us was much for sports, though I did make it on the cheerleading squad at the beginning of my senior year. However, it proved to be too time-consuming with my other activities and I dropped it before Christmas holiday.
Despite my achievements and activities, I was the archetypal loner. I spent much of my free time with my nose buried in a book in some dusty corner of the local library.
I had struggled through puberty as my body turned on itself. Once a gangly little girl, I’d filled out and sprouted curves almost overnight. I’d become embarrassed of my looks and shunned myself from my peers.
Irritated, I threw the blanket off and stormed to the kitchen.
“Helen, you’ll have to figure it out on your own, I’m a little busy right now.” I groaned.
Helen was mom’s newest paralegal and had kept her life torturous since she was hired. As leading attorney, all mom’s time was spent averting some law office disaster. She was consistently burdened with depositions and cases, leaving dad to raise the kids… at least when he wasn’t on business trips. It was a frustrating situation for the entire family, though it seemed especially hard on daddy.
“Mom,” I hinted quietly, pointing to the stove as a pan of water began bubbling over.
“Not now, Abby!” she whispered sternly, slapping my hand away. She’d never been much of a housewife, and could barely make coffee.
My parents met in their mid-twenties at a single’s retreat, but married out of necessity when mom became pregnant with my brother. It was a marriage based solely on obligation.
As David got older, he sort of fell away from mom and dad. My brother spent nearly all his time with his friends, and he saw our parents as a means to an end.
But daddy and I had a special bond. Until the past year, dad had been the homemaker while we grew up. He spent his time cooking, cleaning, going to PTA meetings, helping with homework, and taking us to school functions.
I spent every afternoon with him; he’d become my best friend. It was a wonderful time for us, but that world crumbled away when he was forced to get a job to make ends meet. I felt I was losing him. Mom, of course, believed it was for the best and said I’d become too dependent.
Dinner was finished, the dishes were washed and dried, and we all burrowed ourselves in our rooms for the rest of the evening.
It was late and as the house quieted under the weight of another Monday night, I sat alone in my bedroom. The smell of dinner still wafted through the house, drenching the fabrics with an aroma mimicking a landfill.
Posters of far-away locations littered my walls, while college catalogues were strewn across my desk. A motor kicked on and heat began radiating through my bedroom vents.
Already warm, I moved to my window and opened it to let in a bit of the winter evening air. I found myself standing before the full-length mirror, looking at my frame as the breeze swirled around the room.
Staring, I suddenly felt very curious of the girl reflected back. Slowly, I pulled up my loose, white-cotton tee to just under my bust, further exposing my pink plaid pajama bottoms and bare torso. I examined myself, noticing every flaw and freckle in my pale, eighteen-year-old body.
Deftly, my fingers rolled across my abdomen, and I silently wished I were different. My shirt dropped as my hands cupped my breasts. I was ashamed of the ’32B’ that was printed on the tags of my bras. I could remember when my chest was completely flat and I stood taller than the boys.
A soft tap at my open door startled me and I whirled around.
“Hey princess,” came a gruff voice in the darkness.
“Daddy!” I called, genuinely happy to see him. Nearly in tears at his homecoming, I ran to his side.
“Ugh,” he groaned as my arms snaked around his waist, hugging him as hard as I could. “I’m happy to see you too, Abby.”
“I didn’t know you were coming home tonight,” I murmured, burying my face in his striped button-down shirt.
He pulled me in close, his protective hands holding my head, and his fingers twisting in my long brunette strands as I quietly sank into his touch. With adoration, my blue eyes gazed up at him in the shadowed doorway.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said in a tender voice, gently pushing me to arm’s length. He leaned back into the hall and I heard a rustle from a plastic bag. “I got these for you, sweetheart,” he offered, producing a bouquet of a dozen pink roses.
I giggled at the sight, gingerly taking them from him. I hugged the flowers dearly, smelling the sweet fragrance that lifted from the velvet folds. “They’re beautiful, daddy! And they’re my favorite color! Thank you.”
He smiled warmly, watching me treat the gift as if it were a precious gem. It wasn’t until then I noticed his dark goatee was ashen and untrimmed, his brown eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were wrinkled, holding creases from the long flight he’d just experienced. His body seemed to carry the weight of the world.
“Daddy, you should head to bed,” I ordered sternly, though the command must have been amusing coming from my petite form. At six feet and one inch, dad towered over me by a solid foot and my slim structure paled in comparison to his toned, though not hulking, body.
Exhausted, he nodded. “You’re right, pumpkin. Hop into bed and I’ll tuck you in.” Noticing the flowers still in my hand, he added, “I’ll put your roses in some water for you.”
I reluctantly surrendered my present and then pulled myself into my soft pink sheets.
“Good night, baby,” he whispered while kissing my forehead and pulling the daisy comforter to my chin.
“Good night, daddy,” I said in a low voice as he walked to the door, the pink blossoms dangling from his hand.
“Sleep well, princess. I love you.”
“I love you, too, daddy.”
***** ***** *****
The warm sun cascaded through my powdered curtains; I awoke with a smile, still giddy that daddy was home. I dressed with purpose, carefully picking out my day’s attire.
I wanted to wear something pretty to highlight the good mood I was in. I chose a new skirt I’d bought last week; it fell to my knee and was mostly green with a bright yellow flower that decorated the hem. I paired it with a long sleeve, pale gold blouse that tightly laced at the sides. Heeled brown boots completed the ensemble.
I could smell breakfast cooking as I skipped down the stairs.
“Morning daddy,” I beamed, leaning close for a kiss as he cooked pancakes at the stove.
“Morning princess,” he responded with a smile, offering his cheek. His peripheral vision caught side of my wardrobe and I could see his surprise. “Sweetie, you look beautiful.”
“Do you like it?” I asked, holding up the sides of the skirt and twirling in the middle of the kitchen.
“You look like an ass,” David grumbled from beneath his parka, a portable video game system beeping in his hands.
“Be nice,” daddy warned, skillfully flipping breakfast onto a plate. “You look so grown up this morning, Abby. What’s the occasion?”
I took a seat at the bar and twirled my curled hair in my fingers. “Oh, I’m just excited that someone special is home,” I teased in a childlike tone, flashing a huge grin. After three weeks away, I still couldn’t believe he was back.
“Sweetie, mom has to work late tonight, so I was thinking that we could go see a movie when you get home from school today. What do ya think?” he asked eagerly, placing pancakes before my brother and me. “You’re welcome to come too, David.”
My brother scoffed. “Yeah right. I’m heading to Jason’s after fourth period,” he said to no one in particular. Standing, he made his way out of the kitchen.
“Be home by cur-” dad began, but David was already out of the room. He sighed. “Well, how ’bout it, kiddo?”
“Sounds great!” I exclaimed, taking a bite of the fluffy pancake. Daddy and I talked about the past few weeks. I asked about his trip, he told me of the sites he saw, he asked about mom and David, I told him we were just as dysfunctional as always.
My bus arrived and he kissed me warmly on the forehead. “See ya after school,” he hollered and waved as I left.
***** ***** *****
As I rode home, butterflies danced in my stomach. Each curvy road, every drawn-out stop, brought me closer to daddy. I was confused and didn’t know what the feelings were I felt.
The bus finally arrived at my house and I jumped off, excited about my date. Daddy greeted me from the front door, a wide smile stretched across his face.
I noticed a distinct change in his appearance from the night before. His clothes looked clean and pressed, and the khakis and sweater with dress shirt underneath looked especially nice against his tanned complexion. His short hair and goatee were trimmed and styled. As I got closer, I could smell his cologne as it drifted through the yard.
He held his arms out to me. “Daddy!” I yelled, throwing myself around him excitedly. He hugged me hard, pulling me close.
“How was school?” dad asked, pulling away from the embrace and heading into the house.
“Boring!” I exclaimed emphatically. “I couldn’t stop thinking about our movie date and the day simply dragged on and on,” I dramatized, tossing my bag to the floor.
Daddy laughed at my performance and grabbed the car keys from the counter. “Well then, I shant keep the princess waiting,” he joked, bowing deeply before me. I curtsied in response and giggled at his gesture.
“Milady,” he motioned to the door. “Your carriage awaits.”
Fifteen minutes later, and he’d already purchased the tickets to a monster movie. I had hoped he’d remembered that I hated creepy movies.
Laden with popcorn and soda, we trudged up the theater stairs and picked the middle seats in the empty back row. The film started slow, but adjusted pace and soon filled with lots of gore and violence. I jumped and grabbed daddy at every scary moment and he affectionately wrapped his arm around me and held me close.
In the end, the good guy won and the bad guy was killed on some unknown planet. Chatting about the lame special effects and how the main character reminded us of my great uncle Sal, we drove home.
“Thanks for the date, daddy,” I said as we pulled into the driveway. I leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek before hopping out of the car.
Mom was home early and had wrecked the house. “Jill?” dad called when he walked through the entry. “Where are you?”
She rushed out of the laundry room, a pile of clothes in her arms. “Michael, have you seen my black suit? The one I wore to my cousin’s wedding?” she hurriedly bit out as she made her way to their bedroom.
“It’s hanging in your vanity. What’s going on?” daddy asked as we followed her. A suitcase was opened on the bed, already full.
“I’ve been called out of town for work.”
We were surprised. Mom was her own boss and managed a few employees. She never left.
“Why?” daddy wanted to know, absently folding the clothes she threw to the bed.
“One of my cases just went national and I have to get to L.A. tonight,” she explained, tossing shoes from her closet.
“But, what about your family? And my job? What about your other clients? How long will you be gone?” dad questioned.
“Michael,” she sighed loudly, stopping to stare at him in frustration. “For now, I’ll be gone a week; Helen’s going to cover for me at the office until I get back. And you’ll be able to quit your job and take care of the family,” she said with contempt. “Isn’t that what you want?” It was the most contact I had seen between my parents in years.
“Abby, go to your room honey. Mom and I need to talk privately,” dad told me, moving me to the door. It shut with a thud and I spent the rest of the afternoon tucked away, thinking of how daddy was all mine while mom was away.
***** ***** *****
We spent the week together going to movies, jogging in the park, and having picnics in the car on the colder days. Soon it was Friday and I was headed home for the long weekend, eager for another date with daddy.
I’d skipped my last two classes of the day and gone shopping for a new outfit at the local outlet. Finding clothes that highlighted my maturity while emphasizing the feelings I was slowly discovering was difficult, but eventually I purchased what I hoped would work. I tucked the bag into my backpack and I was thankful they’d built the stores so close to school.
I pushed the front door open and called for dad.
“It’s not time for you to be home already, is it?” he asked, sprinting from the hallway. “I just got off the phone with mom. She said she misses you and loves you and wants me to make sure you’re keeping up with the college registration deadlines.”
“I am, I am,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.
“And David called; looks like he’s spending the weekend at Jason’s again. His band even has a gig next week, too,” dad added. I hated my brother’s music, but at least it kept him out of the house.
“So it’s just you and me tonight, huh daddy?”
“Guess so, princess,” he beamed, looking pleased. “What did you want to do?”
I thought for a moment, trying to think of something perfect. “Hmm, let’s stay in, watch movies all night, and order a pizza!”
“Sure thing, I’ll call for delivery. You want anchovies, right?” he joked, picking up the phone and dialing.
I pretended to choke, gasping for air at the thought of greasy fish covering the cheesy dish and he laughed.
A little while later we settled in to watch the first movie, a teen-comedy-spoof. We ate pizza, made fun of the villain, and groaned at the obvious puns. As the film finished, night had fallen and the house darkened.
I suddenly remembered the outfit I’d left in my bag and forgotten to wear. “Daddy, I’m going to go change,” I called into the kitchen as he cleaned up the mess.
“Okay, pumpkin. Hurry back and we’ll watch that new thriller.” I bolted to my room.
My heart was beating fast as I thought about what I was doing; I tore open my backpack and grabbed the clothes. I left my bra and panties on, but stripped everything else off.
I stepped into the skirt. It fell at about my mid-thigh and was much shorter than anything else I’d worn around daddy. Black with hot pink stripes crisscrossing the front, and three snaps on each seam to hold it around my hips; the sales clerk guaranteed me it looked amazing. I didn’t really believe her, but it was different than my normal attire.
I added the bright pink shirt with short ruffled sleeves and buttons up the back. Next, black, chunky, Mary Jane heels adorned my feet, posing in stark contrast to my light skin. I tied a black satin ribbon around my neck as a choker, fashioning it into a small bow on the side. My hair was left down and straight, and my long bangs were swept to the side. A quick make-up check and I was ready.
The mirror showed me a girl I’d never met before. She looked brazen and exotic, not a mouse who hid in the corner. “You look fantastic,” I repeated the sales girl’s words, trying to convince myself and rationalize my insecurities.
With a shaky hand, I opened my door and headed downstairs.
“It’s about time,” he teased, hearing me trod down. “What took so long?”
I rounded the corner and stood in front of him, feeling very exposed. He was speechless, staring at me from the couch, his eyes wide.
“Do- do you like it?” I stammered, afraid he’d chastise my look and hate me.
“What’s, ah, I mean, why did you- where…” he sputtered, not really saying anything. “Yeah, I like it,” he finally announced.
Feeling brave, I approached him, grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast, then kissed daddy. Pressed firm against him, I parted my lips and my tongue darted out, caressing his.
He wrenched his hand from my chest and held me away. “What the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.
Tears filled my eyes and I was scared, knowing I’d behaved wrongly. “I, I want you, daddy. Don’t you want me?” I sniffed, covering myself as best as I could. I felt ridiculous.
Several minutes went by as he paced the living room. “Of course I want you,” he said at last. “But- it’s, it’s wrong, Abby. We can’t. You’re my daughter, and, and-” He couldn’t say more, dumbfounded at the situation.
“Is it because I’m ugly, daddy? I’m not pretty like the other girls? I’m sorry, daddy, I’m so sorry,” I sobbed, throwing myself on the couch.
“Oh darling,” he began softly, watching me cry. “You’re an angel, a gorgeous princess to be revered and worshipped. I’ve often thought about you in… well, in inappropriate ways and of course I’ve wondered what it would be like to- um, to be with you like that.”
His admittance was startling; I didn’t know he’d fantasized about me before, though it seemed obvious now from the special touches and comments he’d given me through the years.
He crouched on the floor, staring at me, stroking my thigh reassuringly. “Have you really thought about it, baby? Are you sure it’s something you want, I mean from me?”
“It is, daddy. I really want this,” I promised decisively.
Daddy waited and thought. “Okay,” he whispered eventually, his voice catching in his throat at the simple word.
I was sexually inept and very inexperienced. “I’ve- I’ve never been with a boy, daddy,” I mumbled, embarrassed at my innocence. My eyes stared at the floor, refusing to see the disappointment I was sure he had.
He sat down on the couch beside me and stroked my back understandingly. “It’s okay, princess. We’ll go slow,” he explained calmly. “You know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
I knew he was hesitant and wondering if we should cross this last boundary that separated the forbidden.
“No, I want to, I just don’t know how,” I responded with a bit more confidence.
Daddy was quiet for a moment, then I felt his hand slide further down my back. It teetered on the bottom hem of my blouse, fingering the last button on the back. I turned away from him, giving daddy a better angle. One by one, the buttons were undone and soon the shirt slipped from my shoulders.
Momentarily ashamed of my body, I pulled the small piece of fabric across my chest, hiding the white-lace bra that carefully held my breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he admonished, tugging at the shirt in my hands. “I’ve thought that for years, everyone has. I don’t know why you can’t see it.”
He stood and pulled me to my feet. Confused, I followed him to his bedroom. He lit the candles that ornamented the shelves and tables, casting the area in a subtle, romantic glow. Then, he positioned me in front of the full-length mirror that covered mom’s closet door.
His strong hands, rough from years of hard work, trailed above my sensitive skin. I watched as they moved over my shoulders and torso, and then behind me. Goose bumps formed as I felt daddy pull my bra tight and then unhook it. Keeping the cups in place, he slid one strap off at a time, then pulled the bra away from my lily skin
His breath caught as my nipples became erect in the stimulating situation. “Princess, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he breathed. We stared at my body in the mirror.
Tentatively, his hands touched my soft flesh. Standing behind me, he cupped the tender mounds, squeezing my nipples between his fingers. I closed my eyes, feeling vulnerable yet aroused at the same time. I leaned back against him, my flesh responding to his touch.
Abruptly, he moved in front of me and kneeled. His eyes looked up into mine as his mouth engulfed my breast. I moaned loudly, and his tongue massaged the receptive areas with vigor.
I noticed his hands had strayed and now lingered over my shoes. The decorative buckles rattled as daddy pulled one off. Unexpectedly, he swooped me into his arms and walked to the bed, kissing me passionately.
He removed the comforter, gently laid me down on the silk sheets, and then pulled off my other shoe. Eager, he tried to push my skirt further up my thighs, but my delicate fingers stopped him. “Take off your shirt first, daddy.”
With one arm, he pulled the top from his body and threw it to the floor without a second thought. He climbed onto the bed and propped himself above me. Daddy looked deeply into my blue orbs, and I knew he saw the lust they held as I saw the same desire in his.
He kissed my forehead and trailed down my body with his lips. Without objection, he unsnapped the closures on my skirt. Gently, he tugged it down and finally completely off. I wore matching white-lace panties, the only barrier left.
I felt daddy’s breath as he smelled the musk coming from my soaked garment. His fingers snaked around the edge of the flimsy cloth and slowly moved it along my legs. I felt my panties slip off my feet and then fall away.
“You’re shaved,” he said, sounding surprised at the revelation. My cheeks blushed crimson as embarrassment flooded over me.
“Sorry, daddy, is that not right? I only had a few hairs there so I shaved them.” I suddenly regretted the choice and wondered how upset daddy was.
Lying beside me, he softly chuckled. “Not at all. I rather adore a hairless pussy.”
In my purity, the word sounded foreign. I’d never thought of my body using such terms. “I want to see you,” I decided, not exactly sure what to call his hidden manhood.
Wordlessly, he stood and played with his belt. At last, he kicked off his shoes and socks, and then his pants fell to the ground. He stepped away and stood facing me in his dark silk boxers; a bulge protruded from the center.
I slid off the bed and kneeled before him as he’d done with me earlier. Cautiously, I pulled the waistband lower. His member bounced out over the edge and pointed straight at me. I yanked the boxers all the way down, completely exposing him.
Daddy was the only naked man I’d seen, and he was magnificent. I admired his shaft and briefly questioned if he’d fit in me. He seemed at least five or six inches long and I wondered if all men were so well endowed.
My slender fingers reached out and touched the throbbing appendage. He gasped and I instinctively jerked my hand away. “Did I hurt you?”
He adamantly shook his head, holding the base of his member firmly. “No no, darling girl.”
I paused, unsure of what I was supposed to do.
“Kiss my cock,” daddy hinted, sensing my apprehension.
Naked and on my knees before him, I licked my lips and lightly kissed the wondrous prize. I glanced up, looking for confirmation that my actions were enjoyable. His eyes were closed and his lips formed a silent ‘o’.
I became more aggressive and let my tongue escape, caressing and licking the end of his glory. I moved lower on his shaft, allowing him to entirely fill my hot mouth. I heard him groan and I intuitively started to bob up and down slowly, my breasts swaying with the motion.
Deeper and deeper I swallowed the organ until I gagged and heaved in protest. My objection seemed to only spur daddy on and I felt him grip my head tightly and rapidly slam into my mouth. He tensed and abruptly pulled out.
Reflexively, I moved to him, eager to continue. He stopped me, keeping his manhood from my glossy lips. “I won’t be able to come more than once, princess,” he explained as I pouted on my knees. “And I don’t want your first to be like this.”
I teasingly huffed and retreated to the bed. “My turn then?” I asked with a devilish smile, still focused on his stiff member.
He charged towards the bed and I playfully screamed, clamoring to get away on the other side. Grabbing my waist, he pulled me down and into his arms. The minutes passed as we lay together, enjoying the embrace of one another.
I felt a faint movement, and daddy shifted position. He rolled me to my back with one hand while the other went lower. Unconsciously, my legs spread wider and his hand stopped above my pussy. Gingerly, a finger separated my folds.
I opened further and daddy moved to between my legs. The excitement began to build within my core as he fondled the sensitive area. “Oh daddy,” I moaned with pleasure. “That feels so good.”
His lips met the top of my virginity and kissed above the engorged nub. Skillfully, he spread my opening, and exposed the delicate pink within. His tongue moved across the flesh, flicking back and forth as I twisted at his touch. A finger penetrated me, sliding a short ways in and back out.
“You taste so fuckin’ good, baby girl,” he growled, pumping me faster.
Impulsively, my hands pulled his head closer, forcing his tongue deeper. “Yes, yes, oh god daddy, like that, yes!” I screamed as he expertly fingered my glistening pussy. I writhed on the bed, frenzied as he nibbled and sucked my clit and thrust further. I became wildly primitive and grunted with every movement. “Unh, stick your cock in me, daddy! Anh, oh, oh. Please!”
He flew off the bed and positioned himself at the end, his knees leaning against the fabric footboard.
I felt his hands grip my bare hips and pull my rear to the edge of the mattress. I grasped the sheet for support at I teetered on the edge. “Are you sure, princess?” he asked timidly, his hands now supporting my lower half as I dangled awkwardly.
“Yes, daddy, I’m sure,” I responded with a husky sigh, aching to feel him inside. “Make love to me daddy, make love to your princess,” I added longingly, completely lost in the moment.
My heels were brought up to his high broad shoulders, and his hands spread me open and smeared my juices on his cock. I clumsily arched my back, trying to make entry easier. “Just do what feels natural, darling,” he affectionately suggested, seemingly amazed at my obvious innocence.
His cock head rested at my opening, rubbing along my slick slit as daddy readied himself. He gradually slid in and I could feel my tight pussy stretching to accommodate him. “Yes daddy, please, more,” I softly encouraged, trying to pull him closer with my legs.
He hit my barrier and stopped. I could feel his anxiety build as mine did at this new venture. With a bit of force, he thrust forward, tearing my virginity away forever. My eyes shut tight with pain and my thighs stiffened to prevent any movement.
“Are you okay, princess?” he asked cautiously, standing very still as I became accustomed to the new sensations. I nodded, though still grimacing. “Breathe baby,” he instructed quietly, leaning forward. His tongue danced across an erect nipple, teasing it passionately. Fingers twisted my other and roamed my flesh, causing my body to come alive.
Bit by bit I adjusted to the feeling and opened my eyes in wonderment. In the glow of soft candlelight, I saw daddy run his tongue over my skin and kiss my breasts as his cock remained nestled in my throbbing cunt. My arms straightened above me in rapture, relishing the cool silk sheets beneath as my body felt afire with lust.
He inched in, allowing me to get comfortable, until his entire erect member lay inside me. Pleasure replaced pain, passion replaced innocence and, pulling his face to my chest, I earnestly begged him for more. “Fuck me daddy.”
He reared back and I felt him pull completely out with a loud wet pop, then guide his cock back in with a moan. Each thrust sent sparks through my petite frame; I dug my heels into his back as I tried to pull him in further.
He moved my legs to his waist and wrapped them around.
Vehemently, he slammed himself completely into my pulsating pussy; bending forward, he pinned my arms in place, and kissed me roughly; I was hostage to his whims. My body continued to push into his, desperately needing him to satisfy my burning desire.
He released me and pulled away, his voracious eyes betraying the ravenous exhilaration he felt. I moaned in anticipation, biting my bottom lip as I trembled with excitement. His hands held my hips against the bed.
Suddenly he was a madman, and furiously pounded his cock into my cunt. The friction caused waves of unceasing bliss to pour through me as our bodies slapped together.
“Ahg, yes, yes daddy. Harder daddy, harder!” I yelled out hungrily, overwhelmed as his enlarged head plowed into me.
My fingers wildly flicked my clit; I moved to him with each plunge bringing myself closer to ecstasy. Feverishly we rocked together, animal-like noises and wet smacks our only music.
Daddy grunted as he shoved his cock deep into my engorged folds. He watched as I attacked my sweet spot while he fucked me into oblivion. His hands assaulted my sensitive breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples violently.
“Oh god princess, you’re so tight,” he groaned intensely, moving his fingers to my thighs and gripping them tightly. “Ugh, you like my cock, unh, in your pussy, baby? Huh? You like that?” he snorted, ramming me for all he had.
“Unh daddy, yes yes, right there, yes, oh, oh, daddy, daddy, oh daddy! DADDY!” I screamed with a torrent of passion as I exploded. Warmth flushed over me as I came around him. My dripping cunt clenched his cock and I tried to hold him within me. The orgasm ripped through my body as I shook; my hands clutched the sheet and I moaned.
“Come in me, daddy, come in your baby girl’s pussy,” I whimpered breathlessly, riding the waves of pleasure.
“Unh, unh, oh god baby, I’m coming, I’m coming, com-” he cried, pulling out of my cunt with a grunt.
I propped up on my elbows and watched with delight as his face scrunched with bliss. His hand pumped his swollen, purple cock dripping with my juices. A thin stream of come spewed forward and landed on my breast, followed by another on my thigh.
I gazed at daddy as his cock continued to explode on his princess. His thumb caressed the angry-looking head as he milked the remaining come. Lovingly, I scooped up some and brought it to my lips, sucking the liquid away as daddy finished.
Depleted, he collapsed on the bed next to me. Our naked bodies brushed together gently and we glistened in the soft light from come and sweat. Daddy gingerly stroked my cheek, then pulled me close and kissed me delicately.
“I love you, princess,” he whispered sincerely, brushing hair off my face.
“I love you too, daddy,” I whispered back with a smile, feeling comfortable and safe. The candles flickered in the quiet room, and I fell asleep in my daddy’s arms.
The End
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