“That’s it, baby girl,” my Daddy moaned. “Take Daddy’s cock. Take it like a good girl.”
“I am a good girl, aren’t I, Daddy?” I moaned back, my eyes shining as I looked up at him. “Are you proud of me?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so, so proud of you. You’re going to do great next week and if you win, Daddy will fuck you all over again.”
The idea of my Daddy taking me home from the swim meet and fucking me thrilled me, more than I had any right to be thrilled. Maybe he’d even pull the car over on the way home to bend me over the hood and fuck me! My mind filled with erotic possibilities as my Daddy continued all the while to pound my hungry young pussy. My girlfriends talked about sex all the time but I never realized it was this much fun!
“Oh, Daddy, please! Please do it! Please fuck me again and again if I win!”
I grunted as my Daddy plunged his throbbing member into me, my breasts heaving their way into his mouth as he suckled my nipples and drove his cock into me.
“And if you lose…” my Daddy grunted back, an evil grin on his handsome face. “I’ll spank you and tie you up and fuck you in the ass.”
My eyes widened in horror. It was just like in my dream: I had dreamt that my Daddy had tied me up, my legs spread apart, bent over a chair, and then spread my tender ass cheeks apart, pressing his big, hard cock into the tight, puckered flesh star that was my asshole, before ramming it all the way in, taking me hard and fast, making me scream and cry at first before my cries devolved into moans, begging moans, demanding a harder, more brutal fuck from my strong Daddy! Was this a premonition? Did this mean I would lose? Losing didn’t sound all that bad if it meant Daddy would fuck me like that… But still, I wanted to win. I wanted to win more than anything and I would make my Daddy proud.
“I won’t lose, Daddy,” I moaned. “I promise I won’t lose!”
With that, I pushed hard on my Daddy, turning him over. His cock slid out of me with a loud pop as he came off me but in a moment, I was on top of him, my pussy hovering over his hard cock. He grinned widely up at me as I positioned myself carefully on top of the tip of his cock and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered myself down, his cock penetrating me deeply, impaling me all the way.
“Ooooh, Daddy. Now I’m on top of you. You’re so big, Daddy,” I moaned and began to ride him, my legs made strong from swimming wrapped tight around my Daddy’s waist as I bounced up and down, up and down. I threw my head back and moaned with delight as his cock invaded the deepest reaches of my body, my pussy gripping it hard. I held onto his shirt as I rode him, simultaneously grinding my wet cunt into his crotch, driving my clit down onto my Daddy’s pelvic bone, each collision sending delicious electric thrills through my body.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt my orgasm approaching.
“Daddy… Daddy… Daddy, I’m gonna cum again!”
“That’s it, baby girl!” my Daddy groaned. “Cum for your Daddy.”
And so, once again, I came for my father. I came on my father’s dick, screaming and shaking my head, my pussy throbbing around him. That must have pushed my Daddy over the edge because in a moment, he was cumming too, spilling his seed into me. I moaned in delight as I felt it: first, one long spurt of cum, then several in rapid succession, hot and sticky, spilling my Daddy’s seed into my pussy. It was so strange to think of that seed now being injected into my wet hole.
I collapsed against my Daddy, my heart beating fast. He held me tight, running his hands along my back, wet with both sweat and water from the pool. My breath came in long, ragged gasps—I had been riding him hard and fast and it was a workout, especially coming at the end of my strenuous swim.
Learning New Skills
“We’re not done quite yet, baby girl,” my Daddy announced after giving me a chance to catch my breath. “My baby daughter just got Daddy’s cock all sticky with her cum. I think it’s time you cleaned me up.”
Obediently, I slid myself off my Daddy’s cock and knelt between his legs. His cock was flaccid, long and limp and slick with the cocktail of our juices. I gave it a slow, tentative lick—it was meaty and salty and sour, but not unpleasant at all.
“Like this, Daddy?” I asked hesitantly. I’d never used my mouth on a boy before. I’d heard my friends talk about it, of course: talk about giving blowjobs, about techniques, about boys always wanting you to do something called deepthroating and grabbing your hair and thrusting their dicks down your throat until you gagged and cried. I thought it sounded pretty unpleasant and I never wanted to try it but now, there with my Daddy, I wanted to lick and suck his cock. I would even let him do that deepthroating thing, even if it made me gag and cry.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” my Daddy said, and I could see him smiling. “Just like that. Lick Daddy’s cock, just like that.”
Oh my goodness! I was so glad that my Daddy was enjoying the nasty, filthy things I was doing to his cock… He groaned and whimpered in delight and I couldn’t help but giggle onto his cock, my lips teasing it ever so slightly as I worked over his hot flesh.
“That’s it,” my Daddy laughed with a groan of pleasure and delight. “Work over daddy’s cock…”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I set to work, sliding my hot, pink tongue along my Daddy’s limp cock. And then, to my delight and amazement, it began to grow—right then and there, under my lips and tongue! I drew my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and then up to the head of his cock. Now, it was almost at its full size, standing proudly for his daughter and she licked and suckled and nipped at it.
“Does this feel good, Daddy? Am I licking your cock like mommy licks it?”
My Daddy gave a bitter laugh.
“Your mommy doesn’t like to lick or suck my cock anymore, unfortunately. You’re doing a much better job than she ever did,” he said sadly.
“Awww, Daddy!” I said, surprised that my mother could be so cruel, to deny my father the pleasures of her mouth! “That’s too bad. I’ll suck your cock whenever you want. Promise!”
“Aw, that’s very sweet of you, baby girl. Now, take it all in your mouth.”
Again, I didn’t need any encouragement. Slowly, I lowered my lips onto his cock, letting his thick, meaty shaft slide deep, so deep into my mouth, down my throat. I grunted and moaned onto his cock: it was pushing up against the back of my throat! Maybe this is what my girlfriends all meant by deep throating?
Nonetheless, I began to bob my head on my Daddy’s cock. Amazingly, it grew even harder and even bigger, stretching my jaws. Suddenly, I felt my Daddy’s hands on my head. He was pushing me down onto his cock, forcing my face into his crotch, into his pubic hair, and his cock down, down, down my throat! I gagged and felt hot tears come to my eyes.
“That’s it, baby girl,” my daddy cooed. “Take it all in.”
After a few seconds of this exquisite torture, my Daddy gripped me by the hair and began to bob my head, forcing me on and off his cock. This was much more comfortable, except for those moments when his cock hit the back of my throat and made me gag. Nonetheless, I persevered and after a few minutes, I felt my Daddy’s cock begin to twitch in my mouth. I knew what was coming… Or, should I say, I knew who was cumming!
“Ooooh, Felicity, baby girl! I love you and I love the way you suck your Daddy’s cock! I’m cumming!” my Daddy groaned, gripping me hard by the hair as his cock spurted and convulsed in my mouth, spasming as he emptied his load down my formerly virgin throat. I choked it all down dutifully and as I pulled off his cock, a long trail of cum dribbling out of my mouth, I smiled.
“How’d I do, Daddy?” I asked, blushing.
“Perfect. Just like you’re going to do next week.”
I kept blushing.
“But… Daddy… If I lose, are you really going to fuck me in the ass?”
My father pulled me close and I felt his big, powerful hands sliding behind my butt, grabbing my ass cheeks. I gasped in amazement as he spread them apart and slid one of his big, thick fingers
along my tight butthole.
“That’s right, sweetheart… In fact, I might even fuck you in the ass anyway…”
“Oooh, daddy… Really?”
My butt was so sensitive and the thought of my daddy’s hard cock sliding deep inside of me… Oh, god, how would it fit?
My daddy slid one of his fingers into his mouth, and slurped away at it. What was he going to do with that? Oh my goodness! I could only imagine… I imagined his finger cutting through the ring of my tight back hole like a swimmer cutting through waves, invading and going deep, deep, and then deeper…
“Daddy…” I whimpered, leaning into him as he drove his finger into my tight little butthole. “Daddy, it hurts…”
“And so my sweetheart is going to win, isn’t she?” my daddy asked ever so tenderly as he began to fuck his finger in and out of my ass, slowly at first, but then faster and faster and faster, until it was pistoning in and out of my tightness and… actually starting to feel good!
“Oh, yes, daddy!” I moaned. I felt so naughty, so slutty for enjoying this… But I couldn’t help it! It was all so kinky and naughty.
“And if you don’t, I’ll pound your ass. And if you do… I’ll fuck your ass anyway.”
My body thrilled at the thought of my father, my beloved step-father, holding me down and doing something so nasty, so naughty, and so deliciously pleasurable to me as I moaned and writhed beneath him, my hands on my ass cheeks, spreading myself wide and trying to accept his fat cock into my tender hole…
“Thanks, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, Felicity.”
I cleaned up and we shared one more kiss before going home. We didn’t mention that evening at the pool again but wouldn’t you know it—I took first in state the next week and I had no more dreams about my Daddy! Of course, I didn’t need dreams when I had the real thing…
Innocence Lost to My Step
“Please, let me do everything for you. You can do whatever you want with me.”
I owe everything to the man of the house. And now that I’m eighteen I wanted to pay him back… With my body. I’m going to give him my purity, my innocence, everything…
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Hey, you.
Yeah, you. Come over here. Sit down. I have a secret to tell you. A secret almost no one else knows. I’ll tell it to you. But the deal is, you can’t tell anyone. It’ll get me in trouble. It’ll get someone I love very, very much in trouble. You can’t tell anyone… Okay?
I know what you’re thinking. What secrets can this pretty girl sitting in a café on a Sunday afternoon have? Her long red hair, her bright green eyes, her gentle dusting of freckles, and her perky teenage body… She can’t be more than eighteen, probably a student at the private school up the rode. Maybe a lacrosse player, a real preppy type? What kind of secrets can a girl like that have?
Well, you’re right about almost all of that. I’m eighteen-years-old and a senior at the Lawrence Girls Academy. It’s a boarding school, so I’m around here for eight months out of the year, with four months or so spent at home. And I play field hockey, not lacrosse. But you were close, so good job.
My mother died when I was six. Before she died, though, she made a point of marrying my stepfather. You’ve probably heard of him, so I won’t use his name, but he’s a very, very wealthy man. Powerful beyond measure. Why else do you think I go to the most prominent girls’ boarding school in the country?
My step-daddy raised me and, if I do say so myself, I think he did a pretty good job. Growing up, he always had private tutors for me, in everything you can imagine: Writing, French, Math, Dancing, and more. I went to fancy summer camps every year. I learned to ride in the trails around our estate. I had a charmed life, for sure.
But still, even though my daddy was so sweet to me growing up, he would always hint that I would have to pay him back some day.
“It won’t be long, sweetheart,” he told me when I turned sixteen and found a brand new car: a flame-red Lamborghini, my absolute dream car, sitting in the drive way of our giant house, a team of servants polishing and cleaning it. “It won’t be long before you can repay daddy for everything he’s done for you.”
Those words made my blood run cold but they also intrigued me. How could I ever repay my daddy for everything he had given me? He had always showered me with gifts, gifts that any girl would have done anything for… How could I ever repay him for all that?
But he would whisper those words to meet as he hugged me, kissing my hair. I guess I ultimately never thought much of it. I just assumed he was being sweet, teasing me, like the way other parents would laugh and say that they would be in a retirement home some day and they expected their kids to take good, good care of them then in exchange for all the nice things they had gotten when they were younger.
Still, there was always an edge to those words which made me nervous, no matter what…
And I found out what my daddy meant when I came home from school for a long weekend earlier this year. I had just turned eighteen while I was at school. We had a big party in the dorms and my daddy paid for all of it, catering it from afar and paying for my friends and I to take a weekend trip to New York afterwards, where we had reservations at all the best restaurants and a suite of rooms in a hotel overlooking Central Park. It was a lot of fun and in the card from my daddy, wishing me a happy birthday, were the words: “You can pay me back the next time you’re home…”
It was three weeks later when we had a long weekend, what with the holiday on Monday and all that, and I found myself in a cab traversing the long, winding country roads to my daddy’s big house in the woods.
“Sure is a fancy place…” the cabbie mumbled as he pulled into the driveway.
“This is where I grew up,” I said off-handedly.
“Nice place for a kid,” he murmured. “But lonely.”
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Really lonely.”
Getting out of the cab, I paid the driver with my daddy’s credit card. The house was dark as I stepped inside and I went around, starting to turn on lights.
“Welcome home, baby girl,” my father’s voice drifted through the dark rooms.
“Daddy!” I squealed in surprise. “Where are you? Why is the house so dark?”
“For the hunt, baby girl.”
The hunt?
And suddenly, I felt my daddy’s hands on me from behind. They were on my breasts, my plump, perky teenage breasts. I gasped and whimpered, struggling in his arms.
“Daddy! What are you doing?!”
“Now that you’re eighteen, it’s time for you to start paying daddy back for everything he’s done for you…”
I whimpered again, wiggling and writhing as he gripped my tits hard. My butt inadvertently pushed into his crotch and I felt his hardness, his bulge, pressing into my soft behind.
So, this was what he had been planning for me all these years. This is what he was buying when he showered me with gifts. What could I say? Could I really say no to this man who had given me everything I had ever wanted and more? I didn’t think I could. And I didn’t want to.
Because, as soon as I smelled his cologne, that scent of sandalwood and tobacco and whiskey that had always meant safety and security and warmth to me, I realized I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. Maybe even more. I turned around in his arms and threw my hands around his shoulders, pulling myself up to kiss him.
“Daddy, I want to pay you back,” I whispered. “Please, let me do everything for you. You can do whatever you want with me.”
“I know I can, sweetheart,” he whispered back in between hot, husky kisses, grunting as his bulge pressed against me. “Oh, I know I can, baby girl.”
I had worn a nice dress and leggings, since it was already starting to get cold outside. I felt my daddy’s hands under my dress, sliding up inexorably closer and closer to my butt and the nex
us between my legs. I gasped. I had never had a boy (let alone a man) touch me there and the feeling, even through my leggings, was electric. That’s the bad part about going to a girl’s school: no sex, unless you’ve got Sapphic tendencies. Such tendencies definitely were not uncommon at my school but I didn’t possess them, so I had been left high and dry for the last few years. My body was ready to get fucked and deep down, I was happy it was going to be my daddy who would do it.
Fucked. Yes, that’s right. I had already made up my mind that he would have sex with me. That he would take my virginity. That he would be your first. Is that weird? I honestly didn’t think so. No one would have looked at me askance if I had given my virginity to a guy who took me out on a nice date, bought me dinner and tickets to a movie… Yet, here was a man who had spent literally millions of dollars on me. How could I not give him my virginity? He had showered me with love and presents since before I knew him… And now I was about to give him the most precious thing a girl could give.
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