Daddy's hot cock (yes, that's really me!): http://i.imgur.com/BVSsKuA.jpg
It’s mid-afternoon, and I’m in my office doing a little weekend work. My wife is fast asleep on the family room couch, watching TV, and my daughter comes in. She’s been playing tennis with friends, and is dressed for it in a simple blouse and tennis skirt. The cotton blouse clings to her damp skin.
She sits in my lap, and we engage in a little small talk. Her cotton panty-clad ass grinds into my crotch, and I breathe in deeply as my cock gets hard. My daughter is well-aware of the effect that she has on me, and revels in it. And I have resisted.
When she’s teased me enough, she gets up to go get a drink of water. I debate whether or not to free my cock from the confines of my sweatshorts, but the endorphins and adrenaline take over, and instead I get up from my chair and walk out into the hallway. My daughter comes out of the kitchen, and smiles that sly smile to me as she walks by.
I grab her right wrist and pull her towards me, moving us both against the wall as I do. As I press against her, her left hand reaches around the back of my head and pulls my lips to her neck. Her skin tastes salty, and I start to move my hand down her back. Her right hand, free now, slides down across my stomach, and slips under the waistband of my shorts.
My cock jumps at the touch as she starts to jerk me off. I have her blouse up now, and her braless tits are open for my tongue and teeth, straining to be sucked. I moan a little bit as I take her nipples between my lips, and she whispers nervously in my ear, panting, “Mom’s sleeping in the next room, Daddy!”
I pull her hand out of my shorts and slide down to my knees. As I tug down her panties and breathe in her fragrance, she steps out of them and stands with her feet apart before me, her eyes closed in expectation.
With none of my usual teasing, I dive right in, licking, sucking, poking with my tongue. My daughter’s hands are on my head, holding me there. I feel her knees bucking around me, and I look up to see her with her mouth clamped on her arm to keep from screaming. Her clit is pebble-hard, and I feel it shudder in a matter of seconds as she cums on my tongue.
I don’t want to break the spell by running to her bedroom or my own. I need her now.
Still on my knees, I reach to my left for the hall closet door. Opening it, I stand, turning her around. While not too deep, she can still bend over, arching her back so her ass is high in the air.
Looking around, knowing that my wife is just feet away, I drop my sweatshorts to the hall floor. I ease myself into her, feeling her buttery wetness envelope me. In the dim light of the closet, I can see her wince. Obviously, she hasn’t had something this big inside her. But as I hold myself still inside her, letting her get used to me, she bucks back against me.
She looks back at me, her head tilted just a little, and whispers, “God, fuck me daddy. Please fuck me! I wanna feel your cum in me so bad, Daddy!”
I start pumping ferociously. It is almost too much for me to take. My little girl’s ass rears back with me, her upper lip biting the lower one in ecstasy.
I can’t take it anymore, and I feel the most tremendous build-up of cum in my balls. As hard as I can, I grab her hips and ram into her, flooding her hot little box.
I've also envisioned other scenarios - like seeing you out in front of the house, making out with your boyfriend in his car. I know how hot you were getting, and just how unsatisfied that boy left you.
So you come in, a mess, looking really slutty.
I'm sitting in my chair in the living room, waiting for you, really angry. I know what you've been up to - and in addition to your teasing around the house, the thought of you being with a guy has also gotten me turned on.
I have you come into the living room, and I get a good look at you. Your lipstick is smeared, your hair is touseled, the buttons on your blouse are undone. Your face is flushed and your nipples are hard.
I take you over my knee and lift up your skirt, pulling down your panties. I start to spank you, telling you how disappointed I am, how you shouldn't be late, how you shouldn't be letting boys do those things to you.
But between spanks, I look down at your perfect ass, and I rub the red spots. Then the scent catches in my nostrils - someone, someone naughty and slutty, is getting turned on. You can feel how hard I've gotten, and love the feel of my hands against your sore ass. As if to signal me, you start to lift your ass up a little higher, rotating it in unison with the circular motion of my rubs.
I then slide my hand between your cheeks, dipping my fingers into your wetness. You gasp at this shocking cross of the line, but you rear up your pussy to meet the thrusts of my hand....
Do you like where this is going? Wouldn't you love to feel Daddy's tongue between your legs, his hands on your tits, his cock slipping inside you?
What do you think?
I hope to hear back from you - and I'd love to share with you some of the other fantasies I've written down. Like the time you and Daddy went visiting colleges, or the time I spied on you playing with yourself while flirting with your boyfriend online...
