An adult stories – My Daughter by ShortieJen,ShortieJen My Daughter
1
It happened before my divorce. My wife as usual was not at home. Out again on some important trip to who knows where for her job. I had been cleaning the house all day and my daughter had not made an appearance. At eighteen, still living under our roof, I thought she should at least show her face and perhaps help me with the cleaning.
Usually, I knock on her door. This time, I forgot. I walked in and there she was. She had just turned eighteen with a body of a Goddess. She was naked, her beautiful breasts, her perfectly flat stomach, her absolute perfection of a face. What I saw was her legs spread wide, her finger on her clit making little circles. She was moaning, her left hand tweaking a nipple and my cock got immediately hard in my pants. Blonde, blue eyes, a perfect figure.
She knew I was there. I was sure of it. She did not stop and I stood just inside her bedroom door transfixed. I watched as she brought down her other hand and began to slide a finger into her pussy, her right hand still pushing against her engorged clitoris. I watched.
I watched as she stabbed another finger into her pussy and began to fuck herself more rapidly, Her moans were louder now and I could almost feel the heat emanating from her body across the room. She made a noise like the squeak of a mouse and I knew she was not going to be able to hold out much longer. Not that she wanted to. And still I watched.
She then pushed a third finger into her pussy. She arched her back, pushing her loins, her wet pussy against her hand, now fucking herself very fast. My cock was so hard. So hard and I dare not touch it. For this was my daughter. My very young daughter. I was watching my daughter fuck herself and I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life. She popped her hips up and down, those noises, her fingers bringing her to that moment. Yes, I continued to watch.
Then my daughter came, her body shuddering, her entire being wrapped up in that release. She moaned and groaned in rhythm to her hand fucking herself. She moaned louder now, she moaned in rhythm to her release, her cum obvious on her hand. Slowly she began to come down from the peak of her orgasm, her body relaxing in stages until finally she lay flat on the bed. She pulled her hand out of her pussy and at the same time she turned, facing me she opened her eyes and mouthed, “Daddy.”
I left. I just walked out.
2
A few months later my wife left me and we were divorced just a few months after that. My wife Lizzy and I had infrequent sex until those days when it was obvious she had checked out of our marriage. When we did, when I managed to threaten, beg, or cajole her into sex, it was my daughter that I thought about. I knew it was wrong, and neither she nor I had ever discussed that day when I walked in on her masturbating. When I walked in and watched her masturbate to orgasm. My daughter decided to live for the time being with my wife. Maybe now I could forget my stupid lust for my daughter. I could find another woman, maybe start a new life. It was a dream, a normal dream that would never come true.
My ex-wife is in a word, rich. I had and have a normal menial job working at a Hardware store. I love what I do, it is simple, I help people and it is almost stress-free. My wife gave me the house and she pays me support and it affords me a better-than-average lifestyle. The divorce was not contentious, and the simple reason was that my wife already had a boyfriend, and soon he would become her new husband.
My daughter had just turned nineteen when my wife went to Europe for a week for her job. Her new husband had two other children, boys, younger than their step-sister but they would be at summer camp. Our daughter did not want to go with her mom and her new stepfather, so they decided she would come to stay with me for the week. I was trepidatious, but I figured it was only a week. As I said we had never discussed that day, and I wondered at her thoughts as she came to visit.
We talked, got to know each other better and as can be expected, she complained a lot about her mother. My ex-wife was not the most loving woman. Distant, self-absorbed, but very good at her job. I guess my daughter was beginning to understand that she would never be close to her mother, and of course, it stung.
We skirted the subject of the incident. But, it was obvious we were both afraid to bring it up. To face it. Each day we talked, watched some TV, and just sort of hung out together. We even went to a movie. But we never directly brought it up and I believed, perhaps fooling myself, that maybe she just thought it was one of those things and had decided to move beyond it.
It was the last night before I was to drive her to the airport to return home the following morning. We had a light dinner and sat around watching TV afterward. My daughter was working on some applications for student aid for the first little bit, but then we just sat around. I had taken the week off so I went to bed rather late, perhaps an hour after she had gone to her old room
I lie in bed. My mind would not shut off. Every day, every night, I thought about her. My mind kept flashing back to that day. Her pert breasts Her small but pointed nipples. The dark patch of her nether region, her hand pleasuring herself. At five feet eight inches tall, her body was that of a Goddess. Her face is that of an angel. A very sensual angel.
I lay in my bed and I had a Playboy, an older edition that I had been thumbing through. The particular woman in the centerfold was attractive and sexy, but in truth, it was not her I was thinking about. I put the magazine down and lay in my bed in my underwear. Thoughts of my daughter came to my mind as I lay there. My daughter was a woman. A beautiful, sensual, and mature for her age, woman.
All day she had been running around in shorts. Sexy shorts that showed off her legs, her long, sexy legs. She wore an almost see-through T-shirt, and although she wore a white bra I could see the outline, through that blouse. Her nipples through the tight bra would occasionally poke through the soft fabric. All day I tried not to look at her, but often I could not help myself. Brown hair, blue eyes, a perfect aquiline nose. Soft features, her lips full and sensual. I knew it was wrong. I was certain something in me was damaged.
I slipped my tighty whities down and off, throwing them on the floor. My cock was already getting hard, so I began to stroke it. There was nothing of that woman in the centerfold that was on my mind. My thoughts were only of my nineteen-year-old daughter. Yes, merely thoughts of my daughter. My beautiful nineteen-year-old daughter Lisa. I saw her nipples in my mind. Her taught nipples on her full breasts. For she was now a young woman. A beautiful young woman and I lusted after her mightily.
I stroked my cock. God all I thought about was her. Of her body, her beautiful face. I dreamed of fucking her. Yes, I thought of sliding my cock into her wet pussy and pumping away. I was getting closer to losing my cum when the door opened. She came in, naked. Completely naked. I should have stopped and covered myself. I should have done something. But as she came around my bed and lie next to me I just continued to stroke my cock. But now I was looking at her. Oh God, she was so beautiful. Naked in my bed.
She looked into my eyes with an unreadable expression on her face. She reached over and without a word moved my hand off of my cock. She said not a word as she grasped it and began to pump up and down on it. She stopped looking at my face, but stared at my manhood, concentrating on my cock. She concentrated on her hand stroking my cock. I let her, I moaned as she did it. I looked at her beautiful body. She was sitting up now, stroking my cock, and still, she had not said a word.
Faster now she stroked my cock and I could feel myself getting closer to my release. She did not glance at my face or ask me if it was good or say anything at all. It was so sensual, so hot this handjob by my beautiful daughter. I tried not to say anything but in the end, I grunted like an animal. It felt so good, “Oh G-God. F-fuck, fuck…” With that I shot a load, the first two squirts flying into the air and onto my stomach and her hand. Some squirted up into the air to land on her hand and her wrist. The remainder of my cum poured out like a volcano onto her hand, Both of us were now a bit of a mess.
I finally finished. She did not look at me. Still, she did not look at me. She arose from the bed and just left my bedroom. I imagine she cleaned herself and then in my mind’s eye, I imagined she masturbated. I don’t know. I slept like a rock and again, even the following day, we did not talk about it. I felt like such a pervert. But, I did nothing else. I said nothing else and Lisa returned home to her mother as our week together had ended.
3
My beautiful daughter had gone off to college, received her bachelor’s degree, and was engaged to be married. At the time she lived near me, and I and her mother managed to get together and pay for the wedding. But her mother would not be able to fly back until the day before the wedding. Her fiance did not live nearby, they had met in college, and he was flying in for the wedding. They would immediately move to the town where he worked. My daughter had already given up her apartment. She would stay with me the week before the wedding as it was convenient.
The first few days we were both so busy that we saw very little of each other. If anything, she was more beautiful than ever. As beautiful as any woman I had ever seen. I am fairly certain that she did everything she could to dress conservatively, that she had decided to be a good girl around me and not tempt me. I could be wrong, and it did not work.
It was Friday evening. All the plans, all the preparations were done. Everything was at the hall where the wedding was to take place. The reception afterward would be at my house. We sat around, again watching TV and she was reading a magazine. and I thought I noticed her glance above the magazine at one point. I swear there was a look on her face. A look that was not just a normal look of curiosity, but something else.
In those days I had dated a few times. I had met a couple of women that I enjoyed being around. But it was obvious to them, if not me, that I was never in it for the long hall. We had a few good times, especially with a woman named Barbara. “Hey, Dave. I could fall in love with you. But the truth is you are not always hear. I mean you try, but I think you are not really in this as much as I want to be.”
“But…, last night…”
“Oh, the sex is good. But I want more. I am sorry Dave. I am done.”
She was right. I was reticent to say the things she needed to hear. I was off-putting and the truth was I was not in love with her. The sex was not bad, but generally speaking, I was thinking of my daughter when I had sex with Barbara. It was wrong, but she excited me more than any other woman I had ever met.
I went to bed a bit early and she stayed up reading and watching TV. I could not sleep, thoughts of my daughter, when I finally heard her go to her bedroom. About twenty minutes later something came over me. My cock was hard. Hard thinking of her. I did the unthinkable. I walked into her room naked.
My daughter lay there naked and beautiful. Again, like that other time when I walked into her room, she had one hand on her pussy, the other on her left breast tweaking her hard nipple. This time I stood there stroking my cock. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She could see my hardness and she just moaned. I have no idea what her intent was, but I knew mine.
I quickly climbed onto her bed. She moved her hand as I lifted her legs, pushing them back. I was in a squatting position, lifting her legs for the best angle to her pussy. I put my cock into position, at her opening, and without a word I pushed my cock into my horny daughter. I pushed my cock into her canal, feeling the tip slam against her womb. Now she had both hands on her breast and finally she spoke. “Oooh, yes Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy. Do you know how long I have wanted you to fuck me, Daddy?” It was so hot. I went slow, fucking in and out of her. Her pussy was tight for my eight-inch cock, but she seemed to like it. “God, your cock is bigger than Rob’s. Fuck yes, it…, it feels so good.”
I leaned over her now, bringing my hands to her sides and my arms straight, looking down at my cock I began to fuck her a bit faster. “You feel so good, baby. This is so wrong. So wrong baby.”
“N-no Daddy. God your cock is so hard. I l-love it, Daddy.” At this point, she pulled me to her and brought her lips to mine. We kissed like lovers, like the lovers that we had just become. My daughter was to be married the following day and I was fucking her harder now, fucking her as I had wanted to do since the day when I first noticed her beauty. Long before her eighteenth birthday. “Yes Daddy, it feels so good.” She broke our kiss and looked at me in the eyes, deeply, for the first time. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, please. Please…, I have wanted this for so many years. Fuck me, Daddy.” I pressed my lips to hers once again, our kiss a long and languid one. Our tongues danced, and she playfully bit mine, enjoying the connection of our two mouths. Finally, I broke the kiss and brought my mouth to her left nipple. I sucked it, her ample breast as gorgeous as any I had ever seen. “Yes Daddy, bite my nipple. Fuck yes, like that Daddy.”
At this point I moved back again onto my knees. I pushed her legs up and out. Holding her ankles and began to fuck down into her, as hard as I had ever fucked any woman in my life. I pounded down into her, my hard cock so enjoying her tight pussy. Our bodies came together, I was using her in the way I could tell she wanted. Just using her for my pleasure.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… D-Daddy c-cumming. Yes Daddy, cumming on your big dick. God y-yes Daddy.” And I could see it. It dripped down her ass crack, a glob of her cum just adding to my ardor. For my part her orgasm so turned me on that I felt myself about to do the same. “B-baby, g-going to c-cum. Going to cum baby.”
“Yes, Daddy…, yes Daddy. Cum in me, please cum in me. I s-so want your cum. I have wanted your cum for so long. God yes Daddy, f-fucking cum in y-your baby girl.” She was twenty-three, not a baby anymore. But she will always be my baby girl. Her words fired my passion and then I shot the biggest load I could ever remember. I could feel string after string of my cum filling up my daughter. I looked down and saw it leaking around my cock from her pussy, making a mess on her and her bed sheets. I finished and I fell on top of her.
I rolled off of her and lay next to her. She came to me, putting her head on my shoulder. “This does not change anything, Daddy.”
“I know that baby. I guess we both had to know what it would be like. I mean, we just needed to do this. I am sorry if you are hurt.”
She pulled herself up and kissed me passionately again. I loved her tongue, her mouth. I felt my cock begin to twitch. “Can you go again, Daddy? I want you to fuck me again.” I looked at her. I looked down at my wet and already hard cock. “Oh, I guess you can,” she said and grasped it stroking my member again. With that, she slid down and brought her mouth to my cock. I was a bit sensitive, but she was careful, lightly bringing her mouth down onto my cock, slowly sucking up and down.
“Ohhh, G-God baby. You have done this before.” Her hand stroked as she sucked up and down on my cock, making slurping noises.
She grinned and still stroking my cock removed her mouth and said, “Of course Daddy. Rob does not let me do this very often, but I love to suck cock.”
“Well…, g-get back to it baby. Suck my cock.”
She was so good, so good at sucking my cock. But I did not want to cum in her mouth. I suddenly stopped her and pulled her up to me. “On top baby, put my cock in you and fuck me, Lisa.” She smiled as she straddled me and reaching back grasped my cock and slid down onto it. I am a little big, and she had to stay up on one foot, adjusting once again to the size of my member. Slowly, balancing, one hand on my abdomen she said, “God, Daddy. Yours is the best cock I have ever had. Oh, God.” As she said this she managed to get my entire cock into her wanton pussy. She wanted me. Wanted me bad.
“Oh Daddy,” she said as she leaned forward putting her forehead to mine. “R-Rob can’t make me feel like this. Your…, cock is so good. God Daddy, fuck Daddy.” She said as she moved up and down on me. Over and over, faster and faster she pumped her tight pussy up and down on my dick. I had more control now, and I could feel her getting close as her pussy muscles grabbed my cock. “I am G-going to cum again, Daddy. I am going to cum…, God yes Daddy. Such a good cock. F-fuck yes…”
She came on my cock again. My daughter is a woman who cums heavily and this time was as true as any time. Her white cum covered my cock and it was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I pulled her down to me and kissed her again. Our tongues danced, I was so hot for this. So much in need of her. More than I had ever been for any woman, including her mother. Especially her mother.
Suddenly I wanted her in another way. If this was to be the only time we ever fucked, I wanted her in every one of my favorite positions. I pushed her off of me and said, “Hands and knees Lisa. I want you to be my bitch in heat. I want to fuck you hard. ”
“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me hard. Use me. I am your bitch tonight.” She climbed to her hands and knees as I instructed. I was on my knees behind her and put my cock against her opening. In one quick thrust, my cock was all the way into her. “Oh, G-God Daddy. Fuck me. Yes, fuck your baby girl. So good, I want your cum again. Fuck yes, Daddy.”
I reached over with a towel that I had on the side of the bed. I wrapped it around her face, putting it in her mouth. I had never done this before, to any woman. But, I was sure, by her attitude, her words, that she wanted me to be a bit rough. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Take my cock bitch. Take your Daddy’s cock.” As I said this she moaned. I pulled hard on that towel and I could see it was turning her on. This being used by her father.
“Guh, guh, guh…,” She moaned and grunted as I used her pussy, her body. I pulled her even harder, her head pulled back by the towel. And then I dropped it and wrapped my hand through her hair I kept fucking her as I pulled her head back again. “F-fuck, f-fuck Lisa. You are my b-bitch. Yes, my fucking bitch. Fuck yes, oh fuck yes. ”
I had never fucked a woman in the ass. Never thought about it before. I removed my cock, and pushed her down onto the bed. I spread her cheeks with my hands and dropped a wad of spit onto her tiny ass hole. Wiping my hand on her slit I used her juices, her natural lubricant, her cum. I had released the towel as I pushed some of that cum into her ass. She started to turn and said, “Not that Daddy. Not that, please… ”
“This is my chance. You are my bitch tonight, right?”
“Yes Daddy, but I…, I am not ready for that.”
“Have to learn baby, and you are mine tonight.” With that, I pinned her hard, harshly, to the bed and then pressed my cock to her tiny back hole.
“No Daddy, please…” I did not care, I wanted to fuck her ass. It kept slipping, by finally I felt the satisfying pop of my cock into her rectum. “Oh, f-fuck Daddy…G-go slow Daddy. Let me adjust.” At this point, I began to be gentle. Slowly I pumped in and out of her ass, making sure not to cause too much pain. She moaned and turned her head looking back at me. At first, I was gentle, very gentle, but it started to get to me. I think she knew I was going to start slamming her ass.
“L-let me get on my back, Daddy. I promise you can fuck my ass, just let me play with my clit.” When she said this I slid my cock out of her and she climbed to her back. She then smiled at me and continued, “Okay, Daddy. Fuck my ass now.” I watched for a couple of minutes as she began to play with her clit. She nodded her head yes to me. I smiled and placed my cock at her tiny puckered opening. “Yes, Daddy. Still, go slow, let me adjust.”
Slowly I pushed my rigid member into her. Into her ass. “I will go slow baby. But…, I want to cum in your ass, okay?”
“Yes Daddy, it’s okay. I am adjusting. It…, it is starting to feel good.” Her words made me feel so good. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back as I slid my cock in and out of her ass. I was penetrating her bowels, deeper and deeper. Her tight ass was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. God, fucking my daughter’s ass was so amazing
She looked up at me. I think there was still some pain, but her hand on her clit also had her aroused. “Okay, Daddy. F-fuck me. Use me now. It’s okay, fuck your baby girl in the ass. I feel like such a slut. I feel like your slut, Daddy.
“Fuck it is so tight. So fuck…, so fucking good. God yes baby, best fuck I have…, I have ever had.” She said nothing more, struggling for breath as I used her. In and out, in and out, harder and harder I was pounding my daughter’s ass and I did not care if I hurt her a little bit, or not. She moaned and cried, and I realized she was enjoying my cock stabbing her ass. “God, baby. God…, c-cumming baby. C-can you feel my cum baby?! Can you f-feel my hot cum?! Fuck yes baby, fuck yes. CUMMING…, CUMMING, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OH GOD, YES…, SUCH A GOOD FUCK.”
I finally rolled off of her and lay back on the bed. For a moment she just grabbed, struggled, for breaths. Then she looked at me, a bit of shock on her face. Perhaps because I had surprised her when I fucked her ass. We did not say another word, I went back to my room and cleaned up and I assume she did the same.
The next day as if nothing had happened I drove her to her wedding. It was a beautiful affair, and everyone thought the couple looked amazing. The receptions at my home were fun, and we even had a Daddy/Daughter dance and she held me close. I am sure she felt my cock get hard, but she said nothing, just kissed me on the cheek as it ended. In the end, the couple drove off and I did not hear from my daughter for many years. It was me who contacted her.
4
I folded myself back into my normal life and my daughter began her new life with her husband. By the time I called her, finally getting up the nerve to do so, she had two children that I had only seen in pictures.
“Hello, is that you Daddy?” She recognized my number. The same one, the same cell number I had had for most of my adult life. “Yes, yes Lisa…, it’s me.”
“Lisa? I am not your baby girl anymore?”
I was shocked, I stammered and began. “Uhm…, well. I thought…, I thought you would not want to hear from me again. You know…”
“Daddy…, ” she sounded a bit exasperated. “Why would I send you pictures of your grandkids? And send you letters?” She had, but I never read them, there were a dozen over the years and I had never opened them. I was sure she was angry with me, or at least embarrassed at what had happened that night between us.
“But…, but what I did. At the end.”
“One second Daddy…, let me go outside so we can talk freely.” There was some shuffling and the sounds of her walking outside her home. The door closed behind her. “No… Daddy. I was going to ask you if you could take the kids for a couple of weeks so I could go on a trip for my job. Rob is busy, and I thought it would be a good time to meet your grandsons.” Not giving me a chance to respond she continued, “Daddy, that night…, well that night, after I left your room… Well, I realized that I liked what you did to me. Even through the pain, I had an orgasm. I…, I never said anything because I was getting married the next day. I am so sorry. You have nothing to be guilty about. Rob won’t do it, he finds it disgusting. But, Daddy, I loved it.”
A few weeks later I met my grandsons Rob Jr. and Mark. They were so much fun, a not quite two-year-old and a four-year-old. We had a lot of fun, and Rob Jr. took a liking to me. Over the years I have seen them when I can. Her mom often flew home for the holidays and brought her two boys, but of course, her husband Rob never came. She never said why, just covered for him. I had thought we had moved beyond what had happened between me and my daughter. I was wrong.
5
It was late one night. I was fast asleep when my phone rang. I did not look at the number, I didn’t even have my glasses on. “Daddy…?”
It was two in the morning, I was suddenly frightened. “Yes, baby girl?” I know she could hear the fear in my voice. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh…, yes Daddy. Me and the boys are fine. Can you come to pick me up at the airport? I will explain everything. Daddy, can we stay with you for a while?”
“Of course baby, and of course you can stay with me. I am on my way.”
She and Rob were over. The particulars are not important, he was never abusive, just distant, and not a very loving husband. We had put the boys to bed in the guest room when she began. “I have tried to be a good wife. Over the years I did everything to make him happy. But, in truth, Daddy, he knew there was something wrong. Especially in the bedroom.” I am sure I blushed at this point. She put her hand on my arm and continued. “Daddy, this is not your fault. My desires, my needs, were never met by Rob and he knows it. Oh, we never talk about it, but he is not dumb. He is always so gentle, so sweet. But as soon as he is done he rolls over and goes to sleep. Daddy, he makes love to me…, and that is fine. But sometimes… Sometimes I just want to be fucked. To be used.” I readjusted at this point and I am sure she was aware that her words, the information about her sex life were making me hard. “But, Daddy, we can’t. Not with my kids here. You understand, right?”
“Of course baby…, of course.”
My daughter had a lot of errands and stuff to do over the next few days. Filing for divorce, and looking for a home for her and her kids. Meanwhile, I brought home soundproofing. Remember I work in a Hardware store. For the next three days, when she was not there, I soundproofed the master bedroom, my bedroom. I finished on Thursday but was tired and took a late shower before going to bed.
The following day we went shopping for groceries and some school clothes for the boys. We had a lot of fun, the four of us laughing and giggling, running around the mall. The boys were happy, they understood that they were not going to see their father every day, and I guess the tension between mom and dad was not there as they stayed with me.
When we got home my daughter wanted to take a shower. I found ways to distract her as I did not want her to take that shower. At eight that evening we put the boys to bed and I could no longer keep her from taking the shower she had wanted. She always used my shower and had already asked me about the new paint in my room. I told her I just got a bug up my ass and painted it a light color, which was true. I had always felt my wife’s tastes were a little bit on the angry side, so I painted it a tan color. A color lighter and less depressing.
“I am going to take that shower now Daddy.”
“Okay, baby girl.” I waited about ten minutes and then slipped into my room. Once the door was closed I knew the room was virtually silent to any noises outside of it. I could hear the shower running. The bathroom was on the left side of the bedroom, across from the bed but in the far corner. I quickly undressed and slipped into the bathroom. I had already greased the hinges, but if she were looking through the glass doors she would see me. As it happened she was turned away, already rinsing off. I slid the door open and she immediately heard and turned to me. “Daddy…! No, the boys might hear us.”
“Baby, the room is soundproofed. The door is locked.” As I said this I pulled her into my arms and brought my mouth to hers. Hearing my words she fell into my arms and I kissed her passionately. In the back of the shower was a shelf, a seat. I pushed her back and sat her on it. I did not give her time, I pushed my hard cock into her pussy as I lifted her onto the shelf.
She was already wet for me. “Yes, Daddy… Fuck me, Daddy.” Yes, she was very ready for me. Her pussy was warm and wet, she received my cock as if she had been anticipating it. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me to her, whispering into my ear. She wrapped her legs around me, “I…, I have thought of this for years, Daddy. This is what I want. I want your cock, Daddy. I want…, I want to be your slut. Your whore.”
Her words fired my desire. I had just turned fifty, but I was never a weakling. I held her up and pushed her legs up, the water running on my back as I pumped in and out of her. “Fuck yes, baby. F-from now on. Fuck, oh fuck yes. You are mine, baby girl…”
“Yes Daddy, I am yours. Fuck…, from now on. I am yours…”
“Uh, uh, uh,” I fucked her hard, her back hitting the wall, perhaps bruising her as I used my incredibly sexy and beautiful daughter. I came, I shot my load into my daughter again and I so needed it. To release. To release in my baby girl.
For a fifty-year-old man, I had and have great stamina. After I came, we finished showering. She cleaned me. Once rinsed she turned off the water and began to stroke my manhood again while she kissed me. In just a minute my cock was hard again and she leaned down and began to suck on it. “Oh, baby girl,” I moaned as she licked her tongue around my cock, taking more and more of it into her mouth. Suddenly she stopped.
“The bed Daddy, the bed. I want to taste your cum. I want to give you a blow job.”
We quickly dried off and moved from the shower to my bed. I lay back and she said, “No, sit on the edge of the bed. Give me a pillow.” I handed her a pillow and she placed it under her knees, between my legs, on the floor. She was on her knees, looking up at me. My cock was already rigid as she grasped it and brought her mouth to it, slowly beginning to suck it. “Daddy,” she raised her head for a minute. Still stroking my dick she said, ” I, I want you to use me the way you did the day before my wedding. You deserve it. I am your fuck toy, whatever you want Daddy.” She went back to sucking my cock. I lay back on the bed, luxuriating in my daughter’s mouth on my cock. It was so good, she was an expert at this and doing her best to please me.
I had heard her words. I knew what she wanted. I sat up and as she went further down on my cock, she struggled to get more and more of its length into her mouth. I grabbed her head and firmly pushed my very rigid member deep into her mouth, down her throat. She gagged, she was thoroughly uncomfortable, spit pouring from the corners of her mouth. I held my cock in her throat her head immobilized. I was using her, using her face as a pussy. I must have held my cock there for twenty seconds before I finally let her move back and off of my cock. I gave her a few seconds as she gasped for air and said to me, “It’s okay Daddy. I want to be used. I am yours now. I am just a toy for your use, Daddy. ”
I took her at her word. I pushed my cock into her mouth, not holding her as hard as I had been. I let her have some leeway, but I still fucked her mouth. Now in and out, my cock so engorged. I had never cum in a woman’s mouth before. My wife had never done that for me. But, I had enough presence of mind not to cum in her throat and choke her. I pulled back and screamed, yes screamed as my room is soundproofed. “Fuck, yes, baby girl I am going to cum in your mouth baby. Yes, here it comes. Cumming baby. YES, I AM CUMMING BABY. GOD YES. FUCK YES. FUCK YES. FUCK YES BABY… ”
She tried, but she could not swallow all of my cum, there was just too much. My cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth, some must have hit the back of her throat. She coughed around my cock, even more of my cum slipping out around my hardness. She quickly caught it with her hands as I finished. It was exciting, erotic, one of the most amazing things I had ever seen, or that I had ever felt.
Finally, I was done and I lay back again on the bed. She must have swallowed it all for she sat next to me licking the remainder off of her fingers. “Daddy?” I looked at her. She was smiling down at me. “Did Daddy enjoy that?” I laughed and she smiled even more broadly. I turned and lay back against my pillows. I patted the bed and she lie next to me, now her head on my shoulder, her breast pressed against me. I was content. I had my bed partner from now on, and we both knew it. She sighed and continued, her words reverberating in my chest. “I don’t care what the rules say. I am yours, Daddy. I will get my own place. For appearances. We will keep it a secret. But Daddy, I am yours.”
“Yes baby, you are.”
It might be wrong, but I don’t care. Lisa has her place now, and for appearances, we both go on an occasional date. But often, at least three to four days a week she comes home and she is my woman, I am her man. Very rarely she stays the night, bringing the boys who just think of it as a play date. On those nights when she stays I am particularly demanding of her. I use her, rougher and rougher as the years go by. She does not mind. For she is my daughter. My lover.