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Subject: {ASSM} My Daughter Caught Me (pt. 5) by DaddyOh! 10/07 (Mf, inc, cons)
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Summary: After making her father masturbate in front of her twice, 15
y.o.
Taylor has devised a plan to have more fun with her Daddy. But she
doesn't
know that she might push Daddy too far.

NOTE: This story is completely fictional. It contains explicit sexual
content and is intended for adults only. If you are under 18 or
offended by such material, please do not read.

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Story: My Daughter Caught Me (pt. 5) by DaddyOh! 10/07 (Mf, inc, cons)
5650 words

It had been nearly two weeks since my 15 y.o. daughter Taylor had
caught me jerking off. The last time, she came home from school early
to find me sitting at her desk, looking through her teen magazines,
erection in hand (What an idiot!) I didn't know totally what she was
up to, other than to make me do her bidding. I did know that my wife
Rachel was aware of what had happened and seemed to be getting a kick
out of what was going on. To make matters more complex, the last time
Taylor had forced me to masturbate, she flirted with showing me her
boobs and her ass and got me to admit how much I wanted to see more, I
wanted to see everything. And though the words weren't spoken between
us, it was clear that not only did I want to see her, but in truth, I
wanted to make love to her.

I should have known she was about to launch another phase of her
little "control Daddy" plot when Rachel and our two other kids all
left early on a Saturday morning to do various things, leaving me home
alone with Taylor. However, after the last time, I had vowed one
thing. She was NOT going to catch me jerking off again! Not that I
hadn't jerked off since she showed me a little of her boobs and her
ass and got me to admit how much I wanted her. In fact, I had probably
either jerked off or had sex with my wife twice a day ever since. But
I made damn sure that whenever I was engaged in these activities,
Taylor was either not around, or the door was securely locked!

A while after Rachel and the others left, Taylor came down from her
room and entered the kitchen. She was showered and dressed, ready for
the day. She had her long brown hair in a ponytail and she was wearing
jeans with a white t-shirt with a zippered hoodie over it. The low-cut
of her jeans and the high rise of the shirts left plenty of belly
exposed, including her navel piercing (reminiscent of a battle waged
and lost two years before). She seemed in a particularly cheerful mood
as she sat down at the table with me.

"Good morning, Daddy!" she said enthusiastically.

"Good morning, Taylor," I replied, thinking to myself, "What does she
want from me today?"

"How are you today?" she asked. "What are you up to? Mom and the
others are going to be out for a while, aren't they?"

"I'm fine, thanks, Sweetie," I said. "I don't really have any plans
other than to do some things around the house. Yes, I think they all
went shopping for a bunch of things. Mom said they would be back after
lunch time." Taylor paused, seeming to evaluate her options.

"Well, Daddy," she said, "There's something I want to ask you." She
said this with a coy smile. I thought that it hadn't taken her long to
get going with her agenda.

"What's that, Honey?" I said. Knowing my daughter as I had come to, I
knew she could go in almost any direction from this point.

"I kind of of need some money," she said with a sheepish grin, knowing
this was one subject that would give her a challenge with me.

"Taylor," I replied, "We're not going to start this again. You've
spent your allowance, you've spent the extra money we've given you,
and you're even a month out in advances. You just can't have any more
right now, Honey."

"Daaaa-dyyyyy," she began in a very sing-song way. "I need some
clothes! I don't have anything to wear!"

"Tell me another one!" I said with a laugh. "You've got more clothes
and closets than Britney and Beyonce combined! Sorry Sweetie, I'm not
buying that one."

"I do not!" she retorted. "Besides, I really need to get a new IPod!
They have the new one with a bigger screen and you can even go on the
Internet with it!"

"A new IPod?" I replied in semi-disbelief. "For crying out loud,
Taylor. I bought you a brand new IPod about three months ago and I
just bought you an IPhone!"

"So?" was the best reply she could muster. But not one to be deterred,
my darling daughter took a new approach. "Maybe there's a way I can,
earn some extra money." She paused and smiled at me.

"Earn?" I said, returning her smile. "Honey, I don't think you know
the meaning of the word."

"Oh yes I doooooo," she said, sing-songing again. "It means that I do
something you want me to do. And you give me money for it."

"Well," I said, "I never said you weren't smart. You've got that one
right, Honey!" I paused as she smiled again and made a funny face.
"What exactly were you thinking you could do to earn money?" Had I
been half as smart as her, I would have sensed what I was being set-up
for.

"Oh, Daddy," Taylor said, acting coy once more. "Remember our little
time together, in my room, two weeks ago?" No one had spoken of the
incident since. But I had thought of little else and even though words
had not been expressed, knowledge of what had occurred was always
there.

"Taylor," I began, trying to sound as parental as I could. But as hard
as I tried to form the words of a reply that would put me in control
of the situation, all I could muster was, "Uuummmmmm, yea? What about
it?" I knew all was pretty much lost at that point.

"Well, after I caught my father masturbating at my desk in my room,
looking at my magazines," she started, clearly loving the fact that
she had such ammunition to use against me, "I seem to remember him
saying something about wanting to see more of me." She just looked at
me with a hint of a smile, waiting to see how I would respond.

"Taylor," trying to be parental again, "We really should talk about
all that. I am sorry about what happened. And I don't know why, but
both times you made me..."

"Daddy," she interrupted. "Don't try to get out of what you said.
Let's see if I can remember what my Daddy said, in my room, with his
dick in his hand...something like, 'Taylor, I want to see your tits,
and your ass, and your pussy.' Sound familiar, Daddy?" Suddenly her
sternness was gone and she was smiling again. "We can both get what we
want, Daddy. And it can be really fun. You see, after I saw you
jerking off late at night when I was 12, I learned about how to get
people to do things for me. I was really into what I saw you doing. So
I got lots of other people to do it for me. I've gotten really good at
getting people to do what I want. I know what you want, Daddy. And you
can have it, if you give me what I want. Now, meet me upstairs." With
that, she unzipped her hoodie to reveal her extremely tight white t-
shirt, which was stretched across a bra made from a dark, reddish
fabric. It pushed her breasts together and they strained against the
shirt beautifully. Without another word, Taylor turned, left the
kitchen and headed upstairs.

When I went upstairs, I expected to find Taylor in her room. However,
she was in Rachel and my room, sitting on the edge of the bed, her
hoodie now slung over the foot board.

"Taylor," I began, "I don't know what to say." I sat down next to her
on the bed.

"Daddy," she said in reply, "I want money. You want to see my body.
That's all there is to it. Now here's what we're going to do. I have
known how much you want to see my boobs, well, since I've had boobs. I
catch you looking at them constantly. You never stop trying to look
down my shirt. So, for only fifty dollars, I'll show them to you.
Isn't that simple?" I took a moment to think about this, incredulous
that I was actually considering giving my daughter money to see her
breasts.

"Why are you doing this, Taylor?" was the best I could come up with.
"I don't think I can do this. You've gone far enough with this thing.
You made me do it in front of you twice, which was so humiliating. I
have no idea why you did that, but it can't go any further." As my
words hung in the air, Taylor got up from the bed and removed the
tight white t-shirt she was wearing. Underneath she had the most
beautiful, deep purple lace push-up bra I had ever seen. I had seen my
daughter's cleavage many times before (she did little to hide it), but
never framed so tantalizingly. She was right out of the pages of
Victoria's Secret (well, if they used 15 year old models, that is).

Taylor stood looking down at me, hands on her hips, waiting for my
reaction. I just stared, and perhaps gulped once or twice as gazed at
her beautiful breasts. "Are you telling me that it's not worth fifty
dollars to see these, Daddy?" With that, she ran her hands over the
bra cups, caressing her fabulous assets, squeezing and gently rubbing
them. "Come on, Daddy. Give me a break here." She reached her hands
behind her to the clasp of the bra. "Just one word, Daddy. O.K. That's
all I need to hear and you get to see what you've been longing to see
for so long."

"Taylor...I...," was all I could muster. Seeing that I needed some
prompting at this point, she unclasped the bra. It hung loosely, but
still cupped her breasts. I was in fact, as she had said, so close to
seeing what I had dreamed of so many times.

"Last chance, Daddy," she said." If I don't hear on O.K., that you'll
give me fifty dollars to see my tits, then I'm going to refasten this
bra, take my shirt and leave and you won't have this chance again, I
promise." She toyed with the straps as the bra hung loosely, but still
covered her. "Daddy...," she began again, but before she could say
more, I nodded in affirmation. "Let me hear it, Daddy."

"O.K." I said, barely above a whisper. My daughter smiled a slightly
wicked smile as she dropped the beautiful bra to the floor, exposing
what seemed like the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. I felt
breathless as I took in the scene of my gorgeous little girl standing
before me in only her jeans. "Taylor...you are so beautiful." She put
her hands on her breasts again and caressed them once more. She had
beautiful, slightly puffy nipples, which she pinched very slightly and
quickly as her hands passed over them.

"I'm so glad you like them, Daddy," Taylor said. "Worth fifty bucks?"
I nodded, still feeling a vague sense of disbelief. "You wanna touch
them?" Again, words hung in the air as I tried to comprehend them. Did
my daughter actually offer to let me touch her perfect breasts? "I'll
let you touch them for another twenty five dollars. What do you
think?" I didn't even try to speak this time. I just nodded my head,
hopefully indicating that there was nothing I would rather do in that
moment than put my hands on Taylor's tits.  She closed the one foot
gap between us, Her gorgeous orbs were inches from my face as I
reached my hands up to touch them. I thought I was surely dreaming as
my hands made contact and I slowly moved over them, feeling their soft
firmness. "You've wanted to do that for a long time, haven't you,
Daddy?" I nodded again, trying briefly to speak, without sound
emerging. "As good as you thought it would be?" Another nod, as my
caresses continued. I ran my hands all around, making sure to take
time to touch her beautiful nipples which were becoming more erect and
less puffy at my touch. I let out a soft, slow sigh as I held my
daughter's fabulous boobs and I felt my cock spring to life.

"Oh, Taylor...," I said. "This is incredible."

"You want to see my ass, Daddy?" Taylor said. Once again, I sat dumb,
trying to keep up. "Another fifty to see my ass. I think you'll like
the panties I'm wearing as much as I know you liked the bra." (I would
later find out that her mother helped her pick out lingerie that would
have a profound effect on me...which was a huge success.) I didn't
hesitate to respond this time.

"O.K." I said, much more quickly than my last response. I reluctantly
let go of her breasts as she stepped back to remove her jeans. She
undid her jeans slowly and opened the front facing me, which was
incredible. She then turned her backside toward me so I could get the
full effect as she lowered the jeans from her beautiful rear. She had
been right about the panties. The low-rise satin and lace panties
matched the bra she had removed earlier. Once again, I was in awe,
this time of the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen, displayed so
beautifully in this lucky underwear. Taylor turned to face me again,
looking beyond amazing in only the tiny bikini panties and her navel
jewelry. I looked from her adorable face, to her perfect breasts, to
her flat stomach, to her hips and pelvic bones, down to her fabulous
legs. Sensing I had taken in the full view, she turned again to give
me another long look at her behind. My cock was fully erect and
straining against my own jeans. I was secretly wishing for another
opportunity to jerk myself in front of my daughter.

Seeming to have read my mind, Taylor turned again to face me and said
quietly, "Do you want to take out your cock and stroke it for me
again, Daddy?" Without saying a word, I got up and began to undo my
belt. "Hold on, Daddy. This time it'll cost you another hundred to do
that in front of me, considering what you're getting to look at while
you do it. I think that brings your total to two hundred twenty five."
Not deterred in the slightest, I nodded enthusiastic affirmation and
continued removing my pants and briefs. Dressed only in my t-shirt, I
sad back down on the bed. "Stroke it while you look at me, Daddy." I
didn't need to be asked twice and I did exactly as she said. I leaned
back a bit and took my swollen dick in my hand, watching my nearly
naked daughter standing before me as I began moving up and down very
slowly. Another sigh escaped my chest as she turned for me to take her
all in.

"Taylor, you are too much," I said. "You're the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen." She clearly enjoyed the attention and her continued
control over me and my actions.

"You want to touch my ass now, Daddy?" she said. "That will be another
hundred."

"Yes, Taylor," I replied, a bit more able to speak as the reality of
the situation was finally sinking in. "I think I'm up to three hundred
twenty five. No problem." She moved to me again, this time thrusting
her ass toward me.

"For that, you can take my panties off yourself, Daddy!" she said. I
gladly took that opportunity, putting my hands on her hips, placing a
finger in each side and slowly pulling the panties down to her knees,
then letting them fall to the floor. Her gorgeous ass was now inches
from my face and I resisted the temptation to grab her and bury my
face in it, although I hoped the chance might come later. I put my
hands on her beautiful bottom and caressed it as I had her breasts a
minute earlier. Like her tits, her ass felt amazing to my touch and I
took the time to soak it in.

"That feels nice, Daddy," Taylor said. "I'm assuming you're going to
want me to turn around and see my pussy, right?" She looked over her
shoulder to say this, making sure not to turn her hips and reveal too
much too soon. I had no doubt she would have gladly left the room
without letting me see what she was keeping between her legs. "That's
really the big prize, though, so it'll cost a little more. A hundred
twenty five, which makes your total..."

"An even five hundred," I replied. "No problem Sweetheart." My
daughter turned her hips and I saw the mother lode, her sweet pussy.
It was shaved with a small strip of hair just above. Her lips
protruded from her slit a bit. It was truly a site to behold, and one
I never, ever thought I would in fact see. I put my hands on her hips
and drew her closer to me so I could get a good look. "Oh Taylor..."

"You like what you see, Daddy?" she said, clearly knowing the answer
very well. I sat back again and started stroking my dick once more as
she turned to continue giving me the full view. "Would you like to
kiss my ass, Daddy?" she said unexpectedly.

"Hell yes!" I blurted. "Um, just curious Sweetie. How much will that
be?" As soon as I said it, I immediately asked myself if I really gave
a shit how much and if I would pass up a chance to kiss my daughter's
beautiful butt for any price. I told myself no, I would not.

"Well, I think I have a really nice ass," Taylor said. "So that will
cost another hundred." I nodded once again. Rather than just turning
her backside toward me, she climbed on the bed, on all fours to offer
her ass to me. I got a great look at her labia as she squared herself.
"Go ahead and kiss my ass, Daddy." I placed my hands on either side of
her fabulous behind and brought my face close. At first, I simply
grazed her butt with my lips, then I began offering soft kisses as I
caressed with my hands. What an experience this was. I ran my lips up
and down her crack and I thought I heard her give out a sigh, which I
hoped indicated pleasure. My kisses become stronger and eventually I
began running my tongue gently down her crack. This time I was sure I
heard her let out a soft moan. Knowing she had not offered this, but
feeling bold, I gently but firmly grasped one of her cheeks in each
hand and separated them. Knowing Taylor had just come from the shower,
I found what I had expected, a squeaky clean, pure crack, and her pink
puckered asshole. Without permission, I spread her cheeks more and
planted a kiss directly on her pucker and this time I was certain of
the moan. "Mmmmmm, Daddy!" I kissed again, longer this time. "Daddy!
Ooohhhhhh, Daddy. What are you doing?" This was a voice I had not
heard in any of these encounters. She sounded less in control, more
like she was actually enjoying what was happening to her.

"What do you think I'm doing, Taylor?" I said. "I'm kissing your ass.
Really kissing your ass. Hasn't anyone ever kissed your ass like this
before?" She shook her head and made a small noise to indicate that I
was in fact the first to place my lips in this special place. She
spread her knees a little wider, seeming to want to give me better
access. I went for broke and let my tongue slither out to make contact
with her pucker. I knew that hit home.

"OOOOHHHHHH, Daddy! Fuck!" she exclaimed. I continued, now circling
her asshole with my tongue, making it more wet with each circle.
"Oooohhhhhhh Wowwwww, Daddy! That's incredible." As she got more and
more wet, I began to push my tongue into her ass and I felt her
wriggle in pleasure. Feeling more bold and loving the feeling of
giving my daughter such pleasure, I reached one hand to her pussy,
which was dripping wet. She did not ask me to stop, nor was there any
mention of money as my fingers spread her slit and found her clitoris.
"MMmmmmmmm, Oooohhhh, yesssss." I ran my tongue down from her asshole
and into her pussy, which made her moans stronger and louder. She had
buried her face in our bedspread, making her ass and pussy more
accessible to me. I began rubbing her clit with my thumb as I placed
two fingers in her wet slit. I continued to run my tongue between her
pussy and her asshole as she writhed and moaned. I didn't know if I
would get another chance, so I decided to go for it, I wanted
desperately to give my daughter an orgasm and I knew it wasn't far
off. I squeezed and rubbed, licked and sucked as she moved her hips
all around, moaning with abandon. "Ohhhh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
MMMMMMMmmmmmm..." Her orgasm hit hard and I felt her pussy pulse on my
fingers. I could feel her asshole contract on my tongue as I plunged
it in as far as I could. I held my face and fingers in place as my
daughter's orgasm peaked and subsided. I pulled back slightly and
returned to kissing and caressing her butt cheeks as she recovered. I
let her lie down and joined her on the bed.

"So, nobody's ever done that to you, huh Sweetie?" I said. She paused,
continuing to collect herself.

"No, Daddy," she replied. "Now, we didn't talk about you touching my
pussy, but you did such a good job, I'll let that one go for free."
She smiled, but I knew she had returned to business and her sense of
control.

"Thanks, Sweetie. It's all been worth it." I said. Without warning,
Taylor came close and kissed me, a full, open mouthed kiss. I could
tell she was enjoying tasting herself on my mouth. She kissed me again
and looked in my eyes as I tried to read her thoughts.

"So, Daddy," she began. "Do you want to do anything else?" she said,
the wicked grin returning. I was painfully aware that my cock was
harder than ever and that while there were still many things I would
like to do to my daughter, one towered above all the rest.

"Um, yes, Taylor," I replied. "Now that you mention it." With that, I
reached down and took my cock in my hand again. "I'd like to do
something with this. How much do you think that will cost me?"

"Daddy," Taylor said. "Are you saying you want to fuck me? Are you
saying you want to fuck your 15 year old daughter? I just want to make
sure I understand what you want to do with your big, hard dick. Do I
have that right? You want to fuck your daughter?" I looked at her,
smiled and nodded. "Well, Daddy, that will be really expensive. I
don't know if you could afford it." She grinned. I thought that as
long as it was under a million, I was in. "You're at six hundred
dollars now. I think that, to put your cock inside your young
daughter's pussy will cost you another thousand dollars." With that, I
threw her onto her back and got on top of her, starting to spread her
legs.

"I think I can afford that, Taylor. In fact, I can't think of any way
I'd rather spend a thousand dollars." I could tell that she was
wondering if she should have asked for more, since I agreed so
quickly. What a little negotiator. I positioned myself between my
daughter's legs and began to slide my cock over her very wet mound.
The feeling was amazing.

Just as I was about to position my dick at her opening, she said,
"Wait a minute! You're not going to fuck me without a condom! Go get
one from my drawer." Feeling a bit frustrated, as I was very ready to
enter her, I obliged, removed myself from my position on top of her
and quickly ran across to her room. "They're in the top drawer of my
nightstand!" I opened the top drawer and found an empty condom box.

"There are none in here!" I yelled back across the hall.

"Shit," Taylor replied. "Grab my purse and bring it here, Daddy."
Again, I obliged, feeling a bit more frustrated. I wanted her badly
and was very, very ready. I brought the purse and handed it to her,
climbing back between her legs as she leaned over and looked in her
purse. I began sliding back and forth on her wetness again. "Will you
wait a minute?" she said, seeming frustrated herself. "I don't have
any. We'll have to use one of yours."

"Taylor," I began. "Your mother had her tubes tied when Jessica was
born, twelve years ago. I don't use condoms. I haven't for ages."

"Well, then we'll have to do something else," she replied. "I never,
ever let anyone fuck me without a condom. I'll jerk you off or
something." I began to take in my situation and I did not like it.

"Taylor," I said, "You're going to charge me a thousand dollars to
jerk me off?"

"No, Daddy," she said, seeming to realize that I was not terribly
happy with the circumstances. I'll do it for five hundred." I paused
to think.

"Taylor," I said, "After all this shit, after all you've put me
through, I'm going to fuck you." I was sensing more and more the
control I had by virtue of being on top of her.

"Daddy," she said, becoming more adamant. "I never let anyone fuck me
without a condom and I'm not going to let you. I sure as hell don't
want to get pregnant."

"You need to understand something, Taylor," I said. "You did not bring
me this far to jerk me off. You are not leaving this room until my
cock has been inside you. I'll pay whatever you want, but you're going
to get fucked, very soon." Now it was Taylor's turn to pause and
think.

"Then I want double," she said. "You were up to sixteen hundred
dollars. I want double that for you to fuck me without a condom. And
you have to promise you won't cum in me." I think she expected that I
might hesitate at that price.

"That's fine," I said and began finally to position my incredibly hard
dick at the entrance to her sweet pussy.

"Promise you won't cum in me," she said.

"I promise I won't cum in you, Taylor," I replied. At that, I began to
enter my daughter. The thing I had dreamed of for so many years was
coming true. It was glorious. She was the most beautiful thing I had
ever seen. And she had made me so damn horny, teased me so much for so
long. And now I was taking her, I was fucking my daughter.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "That feels good, Daddy." I entered her further,
going slowly. "It feels good to have you in me without a condom."
Further still into her young pussy. "Oooohhhhh, yes Daddy."

"Tell me, Sweetie," I said, "Am I the biggest you've had in you?" With
that, I entered her to the fullness of my length, which made her moan
again." She took in the pleasure of being having me fully inside her
before considering my question.

"Ummmm," she began, "Let's see...oooohhhhhhh, Daddyyyyyyy. Um, well,
you're one of the biggest. I can't say for sure if you're the biggest.
Aaaahhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhh. But you're really big, Daddy." I was sliding
in and out of her now. She was tight, but she clearly had experience.
It felt beyond belief as I moved in her. "Remember your promise,
Daddy, mmmmmmmmmmm, fuck meeeeee."

"I will, Sweetie," I said. "Oh, Taylor Baby, it feels so good to be
inside of you. I've wanted you for so long."

"I know you have, Daddy." she said. "It feels really good. Fuck me,
Daddy. Fuck your little girl's pussy."

"Yes, Baby," I replied. "I'll fuck you really good Honey." The feeling
of intense pleasure multiplied as I moved my dick faster in and out of
her. I didn't know if she would cum again, but she was clearly
enjoying it. I told myself to remember my promise and to be true to my
word as I fucked my daughter harder. Then I began to think about her
teasing me and making me jerk off. A nasty thought crossed my mind as
I moaned, "Ooohhhhh, Tayyyyylorrrrrrr, it feels sooo good to fuck
you."

"It feels great, Daddy, but you better pull out soon," she said. All
of a sudden, I knew what I was going to do. I pumped steadily, but
slightly faster in and out of her.

"I don't think I can do that, Sweetie," I said as I moved my hands to
her wrists. "It just feels so good and right to be inside of you.

"Daddy," she said, sounding concerned, "You're going to pull out,
aren't you?"

"I don't think so, Taylor Baby," I said. "I think I need to do it
inside of you."

"No! Daddy, No! You can't," she said emphatically. "I'm not on the
pill! You can't! You promised!" My daughter began struggling beneath
me, bucking her hips and trying to free her hands from my grip.

"I'm sorry, Baby," I said. "I know I said I would, but I just have to
shoot my cum inside your pussy." I held firmly to her wrists and kept
her down with my weight.

"Daddy, please!" she pleaded. "You can do anything. I'll suck your
cock. You can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow it. You can shoot it on
my tits. You can cum on my face." She continued to try in vain to move
me off of her. "You can fuck me in the ass and cum there! Please
Daddy, no! What if I get pregnant?"

"You know Taylor," I said as my voice grew raspier with the intensity
of my physical experience, "You know a lot about what turns me on. But
you don't know that one of my very favorite things, one of the things
that makes me horniest, is a beautiful teenager with a pregnant belly.
So, if you get pregnant, I'll just want to fuck you that much more."

"Daddy, you can't!" she was yelling now. "I can't get pregnant! I'm
fifteen. Daddy, no, please, please!" With that last plea, my cock
began to convulse and I ejaculated in many squirts, a huge load of cum
into Taylor's reluctant pussy, amid her protests and pleas. I was so
caught up in the incredible pleasure of fucking her and of finally
being in control, I couldn't help my actions. I stayed in her as my
orgasm settled down and the last of my semen had pumped into my
daughter. My cock remained hard and I kept in in her still.

"I'm sorry, Taylor, really I am," I said, trying to be soothing. "I
just lost my head."

"Fuck, Daddy," she said. "What if I get pregnant?"

"Well, Sweetie," I said, "From what I gather, you're with enough guys
that getting pregnant wouldn't be a huge surprise. We'll just deal
with that if it happens. And I meant what I said about being turned on
by girls with big bellies. I absolutely love it, so I'll want you more
than ever. But for some reason, I don't think you will be."

"Great!" she said. "I'm glad you don't think so! I can't believe you
did that, Daddy." I had let her wrists go, but I was still on top of
her, my dick still fairly hard and inside her pussy.

"Just think of all the money you made, Honey," I said. "And I guess
maybe you'll think twice about how far you push Daddy in the future."
She seemed to consider my words. "And I'll tell you what else, Taylor.
You can earn lots more money by bringing some of your adorable friends
to our house for sleepovers. The cuter they are and the less they wear
when they run around the house, the more money you'll make. And if you
can get them to join in our little games, you might just get rich." I
smiled and let her up. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top
of me. I felt my cum ooze out of her pussy, which was quite a feeling.

"Just don't ever do that to me again, Daddy!" she said. With that, she
kissed me, indicating that she didn't hate me for taking charge and
that she she still had plenty of playfulness reserved for future fun.

The End

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DaddyOh!

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