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About: This was a Role Playing session between ASSTR authors SarahMcA2012 and Dandy_Tago. It was played out over instant messenger. Each participant writes in the first person for themselves and in the second person for the other participant. For this reason, I present the session like an IM chat so that you can easily distinguish which author is speaking.
Summary: Dan wants to celebrate his daughter Jessica's graduation from high school and his divorce from the oppressive bich of an ex-wife, so the two of them run off to Mexico. They expected to have some fun while they were there, but they never expected it to be like this.
Codes: MF inc father/daughter cons spank finger oral piv preg
Happy to be free from the oppressive and disapproving stares of my mom, I'm letting loose already on the trip as we get out of the cab.
I stare at your long, luscious legs as you crawl out of the cab before me. I'm glad you're getting out first because the view is amazing. The cabbie notices me in his rear-view, but we merely smile at each other. I take a second to drink in the tendons on the backs of your knees for a moment and adjust my cock in my shorts before I crawl out after you.
I feel like, as a father, I should make some kind of comment about how scantily you are dressed. But as a man, I keep my mouth shut and enjoy the scene.
The warm summer heat is already beating down, and I can't help but smile.
"Dadddy! We're here!!"
I take a deep breath and stretch.
"Finally!"
"This is going to be the best vacay ever!" I say as I grab my large bag from the trunk. "Especially with the royal bitch not being here."
I chuckle as I grab my own luggage. I rest my hand on the small of your back for a moment as I lean over you to get the smaller bag. The warm, sweaty flesh against my palm makes me want to gasp, but I stifle it.
"Let's get inside and drink to the bitch not being here."
I feel a tendril of electricity shoot through me as you touch my bare back. I know I shouldn't, but for too long I've harbored feelings for you that no daughter should hold, so now even just the merest touch excites me. I hide it well though and grin.
"I will definitely drink to that!"
I slam the trunk closed and walk around to the driver's window to pay and tip the cabbie. When I come back to where you're standing at the back of the cab, I realize that I can see your ass cheeks hanging out of the back of your shorts. I stop and take a breath and shake my head to clear it.
"Yeah. I definitely need a drink. Let's see if we can get into our room and drop these bags off. Then we'll go hit the cabana. Whadya say?"
I grin, having seen the reflection of you pause and knowing it was the right decision to wear the skimpy outfit, but I play it off as usual.
"That sounds great, come on!" I say as I heft the heavy back onto my shoulder and walk into the lobby
We have to wait for a few moments, but finally an attractive front desk girl waves us over. In her early 30's with dyed blonde hair, she smiles Hi there, do you have a reservation?
"Yes," I croak. I have to clear my throat. Watching your body made my mouth water. "Ahem. Yes. Daniel and Jessica Richards."
She begins to type before glancing up at us a little quizzically.
"Ooook, I have Daniel and Jessica Richards, with one Queen sized bed."
"Wait, wha? Uhm. What? No, that can't be right. I definitely ordered a room with two full beds. It was confirrrrrmed..." I scrounge through the papers in my backpack, trying to find the itinerary and receipts. I pull out a couple of wrinkled pages. "Confirmed three months ago."
I smooth out the pages and slide them across the cool marble counter top to the girl. Despite my frustration -- or maybe because of it -- I glance down her blouse as she looks at the pages.
I turn to you with a lopsided smile as if to apologize for everything.
I give you a grin, not only because I know how embarrassed you must be, but also because I noticed the glance down the woman's shirt. Most daughters would probably be grossed, but I can't help but think it's cute.
For the poor receptionist, she looks at the screen, then at your papers, not even realizing how open the top of her shirt is.
"Sir, I.....I don't know what to say. We have a reservation change in your name two days later," she says as she turns the monitor towards you, showing the alteration.
"What?" I pull my glasses off and wipe the sweat from my eyebrows on my short shirt sleeve before putting them back on and squinting to look at her screen. I'm not used to my multifocals yet, and I have to adjust my head up and down a few times trying to find the right focal point before I can even get her screen into view. Although, at one point, I definitely find the point where her cleavage is in view. But then I look at the screen and see my name there next to the reservation change.
"No," I shake my head. "It's got to be some mistake. I never requested a change. I need you to fix this. Surely you have something with two beds available. Even if it's a little more expensive, that's fine."
No, it's not fine, I think, but I don't want to come across as a dick to you. I just wanted this to be perfect and here we are, barely inside the door and things are falling apart. I feel like the ghost of my marriage is haunting me.
"Please," the tone of my voice softens. "I'd really appreciate it."
The woman, feeling sympathetic tries to run another search, but the apologetic look on her faces tells you more than any words
"I..I'm sorry sir. Its a very busy time for us, if you'd like I can..." she says, trying to think of any other solution, but its clear there isn't one.
I finally step in, feeling a pang of guilt for putting the poor woman through this.
"Dad, we can share a bed, I mean its not like its that big of a deal," I say with a grin. "We used to share a tent smaller than most queen sized beds when I was little, remember?"
You lay your hand on my arm, and that does more to calm me than any words could. I look down at your slender fingers pressing through the mat of my arm hair. Instantly I don't care about the reservation. All I care about is you. I look up into your eyes and smile.
"I just wanted everything to be perfect. It's... it's fine." I look to the desk girl and smile. "My daughter just graduated, and I wanted this trip to celebrate... It's okay. We'll take the room you have us in."
I look back at you and remember camping with you when you would just sleep in your camisole and panties. How they fit on your cute little ass. I hope against hope to see that again.
"Let's get checked in and get that drink."
I grin. "Definitely." I look to the desk clerk "Sorry, my dad's kind of a major perfectionist," I say, teasing you.
She shakes her head as she prints out the receipt, "No, our system sometimes makes errors, I'm sure that's probably what happened. You're completely justified in being upset." As she bends down to pull the print-off from the printer, the view is more than generous as it is clear she's foregone a bra in the summer heat.
I glance at you to make sure you're not going to notice me noticing the desk girl's tits, and I'm surprised to see that you're checking them out yourself. I drink in the woman's olive skin and imagine licking sweat from her sternum to her neck. As she stands up, my eyes rise to meet hers. Thirty years of staring at tits has improved my timing when it comes to the ole "my eyes are up here" bit.
"Thank you. I'm sorry I got so gruff. It's been a long trip."
I take the receipt and the key cards and look at the number to compare it to the floor plan on the counter.
"Your room is right here." She points to it with her well-manicured finger. "You're close to the pool which has a cabana for that drink you want."
I glance up at her and catch her smile. I return it.
"And we also have a Jacuzzi right around the corner, but you may want to wait until after dark when it's a lot more fun to get heated up." She winks, and I realize that the lack of bra and the open top are all part of her customer service. She's here to make her guests happy. And it's working.
"Thanks again!" I say with a smile as we head for the elevators.
"So...the staff here is pretty amazing, huh?"
"Yeah. That could have been a disaster. But she was really, uh, nice." I cringe as I say the word. God, how lame is the word "nice"?
"I definitely think she has her job down to an art form," I say as I glance over my shoulder, seeing her helping another couple already. As the elevator arrives we climb on. "I'm starting to think AC isn't that important to them though..."
I chuckle. "Well, we'll just have to learn to dress for the occasion." I look down at your body as the elevator door closes. "Or, rather I will. You've already got the skimpy down -- speaking of art forms." I hope that you catch the teasing lilt to my voice. I don't for one second want you to think I'm judging you for your clothing because, god forbid you start wearing more.
Instead of being offended, I notice the tease and grin back at you. "Oh you think this is skimpy? This was just for the plane ride, Daddy...." I say, threatening to wear even less, loving the little dance we're doing.
I groan inwardly as my dick swells in my pants. I can feel the sweat dripping off my balls, and I wonder where on your body it must be dripping. But then I sober up and realize that you're still looking up at me with those eyes, challenging me.
"Don't think you're too big for a spanking, Honey."
As I tease it, I imagine it, and my dick gets even thicker. I haven't teased with you in a while, and I don't know if it's the heat or what, but I'm loving it.
I look up at the floor-indicator, feigning non-chalance, but the grin on my face tells you I'm still playing.
"Promises promises......"
"Ha!" I can't believe how brazen we're being with each other.
I laugh, breaking the charade as the elevator reaches the floor. As we walk down the hall we reach the room, and sure enough, as we open the door the shallow room opens up onto a gorgeous view over-looking the pool and beond it, the ocean.
"Wow......" I say, taking in the view, the noise of the pool and the crashing of the waves.
"Oh, my god, this is heaven."
I look down at the bed and think that "queen" must mean something different in Mexico. It looks a lot smaller than I expected. Then I look at you, drinking in the view. You open the window and lean out. Standing on your tiptoes, my eyes travel up the length of your slender legs. I drink them in inch by inch. And when my eyes reach your tight, little, perfectly round ass, I realize that my breathing has changed.
Come on, Daniel, I chide myself. I know she's a woman, but she's your own daughter for fuck sake.
But I look back at your ass again with yearning.
"Yes, absolute heaven."
I look over my shoulder at you and smile, presenting the most adorable, yet sexy image any father could be presented with.
"Thank you SO much, Daddy!" I say as I walk back quickly and hug you tightly. "This is amazing! Its perfect!"
I flinch slightly as you press your body into mine. My dick is throbbing in my pants, and I'm afraid you're going to feel it. I try to maneuver my hips so that it doesn't press against you, but you take me by surprise, and there's no getting around it. Your body presses my dick into my belly, and all I can do is wrap my arms around you and hope that you're so excited by the view that you don't notice.
Back to reality, Dan. Focus.
"You're welcome, Baby. I'm sorry we couldn't do this sooner. You are absolutely worth it."
As I squeeze you tightly, I feel what I know has to be your erection pressed between our stomachs. I stand there, my pulse racing as I literally feel my own father's penis! I keep myself in control.
"Thanks, Daddy!" I say as I squeeze myself against you, pressing harder against the erection before letting go and stepping back a bit. "I know it's been hard for you," hardly even meaning to make the pun, "and I'm sorry it's taken you this long to finally be rid of her. But, this vacation is for both of us." I grin a little. "It's going to be fun, just you...me....and nobody to judge us..."
I have to catch my breath. the sensation in my dick is so exquisite that it's almost painful. I have a full, raging boner, but it's trapped to the side which adds to the intensity of the pressure inside. I can't believe that you pressed so hard against me.
"It has definitely been... hard." I can barely say the word with out reliving the sensation of your belly pressing into me. "On both of us. But we're free. And jessica," I look into your eyes, hoping that seeing my little girl's face will bring me back to reality. "I love you."
Nope. My heart is racing even more. I'm confusing the feeling in my cock with the beauty right in front of me.
"Oh, god you look even prettier than your mom did at your age. I love you." I feel the flood of oxytocin that I used to feel when I held you in my arms as a baby. We are connected. "And you mean the world to me."
"Awwww, daddy, I love you too!" I say as I give you another quick light hug, knowing that before we leave, I'm going to show you exactly how much I love you....and what I do for those who I love.
"I think the heat is getting to me." I wipe the sweat from my brow knowing that it's not just from the heat. "Let's get some margaritas before I pass out."
I laugh. "Yeah, its the 'heat'," I say, teasing as if it's because we're being so emotional. "I know you're just a big teddy bear, Daddy.... So, are you going like that or changing?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
I look down at my shorts and realize that the pre-cum has leaked all the way through my pants.
"No. Yeah. I'm going to change."
I grab my bag and start rummaging through it for another pair of shorts. I blush, keeping my head down, hoping that if you see the flush in my cheeks that you'll just think it's the heat. Where the fuck are my... oh, thank god. I pull out a pair of khaki bermuda shorts and hold them up in front of me as if to model them, but really I'm just trying to hide the wet spot.
"These okay?"
I grin a little. "Oh, those look great, Daddy....very stylish." My pulse is racing as I realized you already leaked that much pre-cum and we barely even touced!
"Okay." I keep them in front of me as I shuffle into the bathroom.
"Pick me out a nice shirt, will you?" I holler through the bathroom door. I lean over the sink, and splash water on my face. What I really want it to take my dick out and wank it to your pretty little body... and those eyes... the way you look at me with those big, blue eyes... your eyelashes batting... God, you're so fucking innocent and beautiful and I... Damn it, Dan! Sober up!
I look through your bag "Hmmmm," I call out, "Daddy, I think Mom picked out half of these clothes for you....We need to find you some more stylish ones. We want you to look hot for all the girls, afterall, right?"
"Uh, well, we don't have time go go shopping before drinks right? So just pick out the least horrible thing, and I'll wear that until wej can buy something nice for me."
All the girls? Jesus, I only have eyes for... god no. Just stop, Ean. You fucking need to get laid. Wait, is she offering to be my wingman?
I step out of the bathroom with my clean shorts on. The others are balled up, and I toss them on the floor by the bed. I thoughtlessly threw my boxers down there too and suddenly realize that I have even less material to soak up any new pre-cum problems. I'm not wearing a shirt, and my hairy chest is sweaty. I rub my old shirt on my chest and neck to dry off the sweat.
I toss you a somewhat form-fitting, white t-shirt that's simple but goes well with the bermuda shorts.
"There you go, Daddy. That should look good. Although, if you keep sweating like that it'll be a wet t-shirt contest," I say with a grin. I walk over with a towel and start to wipe your chest and shoulders off, before taking a hand and running it through your hairy, matted chest, coming away with a wet hand.
"You poor bear...the heat isn't very kind to you."
I gasp at your touch, but you don't flinch away. I am mesmerized by your little hands moving over my body. You used to play with my chest hair as a little girl, but your mother thought it was gross and indecent, so she would yell at you and then yell at me. It brings back memories of how it was always us against her, and it just made us that much closer. But this, this isn't a little girl exploring the world around her. This is, soft, sensual. And somehow my fears about lusting after you are melting away.
"Well, it's not, but you are. and that means the world."
I grin sweetly at you. "Well, a little girl has to look after her daddy, like he looks after her..."
I pull the shirt over my head. It feels tight, like it's pulling against my body in all the wrong ways. But one look at your face, and I forget what my body feels like. I reach out for your hand and say, "So are you going to buy me that margarita now?"
I take your hand with a smile "It's Meixco, of course I will..."
Despite the stupifying heat and humidity, it's obvious we're both having a great time already and we've not even been here an hour!
I try to stick to the shade at the cabana. I can feel my pale skin soaking up all the sunshine and getting ready to blister. Why didn't is suggest Scotland or Iceland or Norway for fuck sake? But I look at you, leaning back in your chair, soaking up the sun. The way the light glints off your skin makes me not care about my own anymore.
From our perch in the shade we have perfect views as women ranging from 14 to 40 walk to and from the pool, and I have to admit that some of them even outshine myself... I grin over at you. "I definitely think 'less is more' here..." as a woman in a string bikini walks by.
"Wow. if your mother saw me staring at that, she's find something heavy to throw at me." I keep looking. I'm hoping to get my mind off you. God, if I could just get some 'strange' it would release all this tension in my balls.
"But with my hairy ass, nobody wants the less to show more," I chuckle. "You on the other hand..." God, what are you doing, Dan? "...would fit right in with... all... this."
"Awwww, thanks, Daddy!" I say with a grin as I reach over and nudge you appreciatively with a foot. "But I happen to like hairy asses," winking at you playfully.
My jaw drops, and I blush hard. "Ha, ha, ho. Do you kiss your..." mother with that mouth? I can't say that. "...father with that mouth?" Fuck! That didn't come out right.
Laughing as you screw the line up, I can't help but tease you...pushing the "acceptable" boundary "Well, only if you don't mind the taste of hairy ass."
"Jesus Christ, Jessica!" I'm laughing out of nervousness. And I'm impressed at how you're pushing these boundaries. I find that I'm not just turned on by your body but by your sense of humor too.
"Wow. you just won the whole conversation because... I can't tap that. Top that. TOP that." Oh, fuck, Dan! "I'll just shut up now."
Genuinely laughing as I hear you stutter through another line. "Awww, Daddy, I'm sorry...am I being too mean?"
"I love it when you tease me, Jess. I really do. You're just better at it than I am." I wink at you. "And you didn't used to be this nasty. Which, don't get me wrong is..." hot? "...cool and all, but... it's a little shocking as a father to hear your daughter talking about hairy asses. Ha ha. No matter how funny it is. But don't stop teasing me. Because I love it. You're... you're amazing. I've missed your sense of humor."
I fumble with the umbrella in my drink. I can feel the tequila taking effect, and I like it. I realize that I've been staring at your legs through the glass table top. and I suddenly don't care if you notice.
I smile. "Well, I don't think I used to be this bad, but that was just because I was always afraid Mom would scream at us. But, since it's just the two of us, I figure we can tease and play as much as we'd like, right?"
I stand up, taking your nearly empty drink and mine off the table to get a re-fill. As I pass your seat though, I grin a little and turn my cute butt to you, shaking iti a little, saying, "But, there's something you can tap," encouraging you to 'tap' it.
"Oh, my God, Jessica! How did you turn out to be such a slut?" I swat at your ass, catching the flesh just under your jeans. The smack startles me, and I'm instantly afraid I've gone too far.
The slap is loud enough to draw the attention of several nearby people, but I grin "Mmmm, well, I had to make good grades somehow," laughing as I walk to the bar.
My jaw is on the floor. I just stare at you as you walk away from me. You weren't mad. You grinned. You liked it. Holy shit, I liked it. I liked it a lot. Oh, my god, I'm such a fucking pervert.
What the hell has gotten into me?
But I keep watching. God you're even more fit than your mother was at that age. I shift my dick in my pants because it's seriously getting painful down there.
As I walk away, it's clear how stunned you are, and how much you're loving it! I know I'm evil for doing this, for tempting my daddy so badly, but you seem to love it.
As I return a few moments later with a fresh round, I bend over slightly as I put the drinks on the table, like a slutty waitress, giving you a wink before having a seat "Ok, that was evil of me, wasn't it?"
I enjoy the view down your blouse and catch a whiff of your aroma -- sweat mixed with a perfume that is way too grown up for my little girl, but just right for the slut that shook her ass at me a minute ago.
"Ha. Well, let's just say that you're a completely different kind of bitch than your mother."
I can't hide the twinkle in my eye. My heart is racing, and I'm loving every minute of this.
I laugh. "Awwww, Daddy called me a bitch!" I say, feigning as if it's the greatest compliment in the world. "Now I know he loves me."
"Oh, God, Jessica, there is literally nothing you could ever do that would make me stop loving you, you slutty, temptress of a bitch. You know I'm going to have to spank you for real when we get back to the room, right?"
Oh, God, Dan. You've barely started the second margarita, and you're... hitting on your daughter?!
"Daddy," I complain like when I was younger, "Is it because I was acting like a total slut?" I'm far from drunk, but the little bit of alcohol I have has given me the courage to do what I might not have otherwise.
I sigh. "Well, I never did like waiting for my spankings," I say matter of factly. "So I guess we should go up to the room and get this over with, huh?"
I take a deep breath, looking you in the eye. I want you. I've been denying it for years -- your whole life, pretty much. but there it is. I want you. and there you are -- tempting me, testing me, pushing me.
I set my drink down and stand up, offering you my hand.
"This is going to hurt me a lot less than it's going to hurt you."
Realizing you laid down the challenge, I put my drink down and stand up, biting my lip a little. "It's ok, Daddy...I can take the pain."
What the fuck am I doing? Oh my God, she's calling my bluff. This stopped being a joke. But it never was a joke, was it? It was just... tension.
God, your hand is so tiny, so delicate. your touch is so light. And when you bite your lip like that. Fuck she knows, doesn't she? That it always melts me.
"I'll teach you what happens when you talk like a slut to your daddy."
I pull you with me, my heart racing as we stride toward the elevator.
As we make our way toward the elevator, people we pass have no idea about the insanity that's about to happen.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I say as you pull me. "I deserve this."
Feeling my heart racing, knowing that at any moment either of us could call a stop to it, but neither is willing to shy away. We're in a strange new place, nobody knows us, and we can do anything...even this
I'm speechless as the elevator door closes. I can feel the heat of your body next to me. Your hand in mine is so light, so soft. I want to say something. I want to tell you how I feel, but I don't want to break the spell. The only thing driving this right now is the fact that both of us seem to want to see where this is going. This... punishment... for being a dirty girl.
My mind goes back to the times I used to spank you for real, when you'd done something wrong. Before I would pull your panties down and lay you across my knee, we would always talk, and I would ask you to tell me why you were being spanked.
"Tell me why you deserve this, Jessica."
I actually do a genuinely good job of looking remorseful, but it's mostly due to the fact that even my pulse is racing and I'm nearly speechless....I'm 19 and still about to be spanked.
"It's because I've been a bad girl, Daddy.....I behaved like a dirty slut and said bad words...." As the elevator rides up, I can't help but wonder how far this is going to go. As I look over at you, I have to ask, "Daddy....is this going to be a bare-butt spanking?"
I gulp. I clear my throat. How far am I going to take this? How far are you going to let me?
"Yes. It's going to be just like when you were a little girl."
I turn to face you. The blood is pounding in my head.
"I'm going to pull your panties down, just like I used to, and I'm going to spank you, Dear."
My stomach has butterflies as I realize I'm about to literally have to take my shorts off in front of you!
I nod slowly. "O-ok, Daddy....I deserve this."
We look into each other's eyes, locked in the moment. The elevator dings, snapping our attention to the doors as they part in front of us. The hallway seem so much longer than before.
Still holding your hand, I lead you down to our room. I search my pocket for my key card, and then I realized that I left it in my other shorts.
"Uhm. do you have your key card, sweetheart? I think I left mine in the room."
I know exactly where your key card is because your shorts are so tight that the shape of it is well defined in your back pocket. And I've been staring at your ass every chance I get.
"Yes, Daddy...it's right here," I say as I reach into the skin tight pocket and pull it out. It feels like 10 years before when you'd make me go to your closet when I'd been really bad and pick the belt I'd be whipped with. Only now you're makng me open the door so that I'll be spanked. It's almost surreal as I hand it to you, and you open the door...leading me by the hand inside.
Part of me keeps expecting one of us to come to our senses, to say we can't do this, but as if we'd feeding off the other's determination, even when we know its insane, we keep doing it, and as we get closer and closer to the point of action, my pulse races faster and faster.
The sound of the door closing behind us is like the punctuation mark at the end of innocence. I know how badly I want this, ow badly I've always wanted this. Besides, it's just a spanking. My hand has smacked your ass hundreds of times. Sometimes it even seemed like you did things wrong just to get spanked. I blamed your mother, thinking that the lack of attention from her made you act out to get negative attention from me.
I walk you over to the bed. I sit down, letting go of your hand.
"You said it yourself. You deserve this. Because you've been a dirty slut."
I walk over near the bed and stand there, motionless like a criminal awaiting her fate. I look over at you.
"I do deserve this, Daddy...I've done things...things that only a dirty slut would do. I've said things that I shouldn't....I deserve to be punished by you, Daddy."
I ask you the same question I asked you when you were eight.
"It's time for your punishment, Jessica. Can you take your panties off by yourself? Or do you need Daddy to do it for you?"
I remember back to when I was a little girl. The way that I knew even then that there was something special about a girl being nude around a man, and how, despite your attempts to hide it, you'd enjoy spanking me. I also knew it always made Mom like you more, thinking you were being a good disciplinarian towards me. So, despite the pain, I would act out, knowing that doing so would make you happy
Now, standing there a grown adult, I know this will make you happy once again.
"I don't think I can, Daddy...W-would you please?"
My breath leaves my body at the thought of undressing you. I stare up into your beautiful blue eyes. You're the same girl you were back then, there's just more of you now. More... flesh.
I reach up and unfasten the button on your jeans. Nothing now could stop me from carrying this out. Not unless you stopped me, told me no. But you're not. You're standing there, with your hips in my face, your body moving with the tug and pull of my fingers on your shorts. And then the button is undone. There's still a zipper. The sound of it is like fingernails scratching down my back. I can see your black panties as the front of your jeans peel away.
my breath is so ragged. The pounding in my skull is so relentless. The ache in my balls is so demanding.
I pull your shorts down over your hips and push them down the length of your gorgeous legs. The legs that I have been staring at all day. The skin is so soft. And then they are lying crumpled up at your feet. I look up at you, we both know that I have to pull your panties down next. Your eyes are on mine, your hands are at your sides. You could push me away, but as I hook my fingers in your waistband, you merely continue to look me in the eye.
The aroma of your sex reaches my nostrils as your waistband slides over the mound of your mons pubis. I gasp to see that it is bare. And as I continue to pull them down, your panties reveal a completely bald vulva, the labia glistening with dew.
I take another ragged breath and say gently. "Bend over, sweetheart."
My heart is racing as I stand there, letting myself be stripped by my own father. I nearly tremble as I feel the air hit my bare, wet, pussy as its exposed to you. No father should see his daughter's vagina at this age, but here we are, two willing participants pushing each other on.
Nude from the waste down, I nod "Yes, Daddy...like this?" I ask as I bend forward.
"Lay down across my lap, Darling. I'm going to smack you hard. I'm going to smack you as hard as a dirty little slut deserves."
As I start to bend over your lap, I look you in the eye "Do it daddy...spank me as hard as you need to...Punish me for being the dirty whore I am." I continue over, feeling my stomach on your legs as I lay across them, slightly hanging off, my bare ass in the air exposed.
Your body is pressing my dick against my belly, and this time I'm sure you can feel it. Your words are driving me crazy. as I look at the beautiful little ass perched in my lap, I run my hand over your smooth skin, savoring the texture.
"I'm going to, Jessica. I'm going to punish you for being such a dirty, little whore."
SMACK
The hit is harder than any you gave me as a child, perhaps because you know I can take it now. The shock of it causes me to gasp, and I feel the angry, red welts rising on my ass.
"Ah! Yesss, Daddy! Punish me for being a nasty whore."
When your body moves with the force of my smack, it rolls my cock between your side and my belly, causing me exquisite pain. I rub my hand across your ass cheek before I bring it down hard, smacking you again.
My lust is going wild. I'm amazed at the way you are egging me on. It thrills me. The third slap, I swipe up, catching the bottom of your cheek so that I can watch how it jiggles from the force of the blow. But when I do, I feel the moisture dripping down your thigh, and I gasp.
"You dirty slut. Is your pussy wet?"
I run my fingers through the rivulet leaking down your leg, and I bring my fingers to my mouth.
The exquisite pain, mixing with the forbidden pleasure has my pussy dripping wet. I gasp after the third hit.
"Mmmmmm, it is, Daddy....I'm such a dirty whore that getting spanked by my daddy has made me wet."
As I raise my hand and bring it down for a fourth blow, the yearning to feel your wetness again crosses my mind. I smack down on your ass again. But instead of raising my hand for a fifth strike, instead, I rub downward and inward until my fingers feel your dripping cleft.
"So fucking wet," I pant, and I push two fingers between your labia until they meet your opening.
You feel my body tense beneath you as you take it beyond the spanking. But we both knew this was inevitable....We knew innocence ended at that table near the pool.
"Ohhh fuck, Daddy...do you feel how wet I am?"
"Oh, my God, Darling. You're so. Fucking. Wet."
I push my fingers against the entrance to your vagina. The resistance is almost nill as they slip inside of you. I groan at the sensation of feeling inside of my own daughter's vaginal walls.
"Oh, God, Jessica. My sweet, little.... Jessica."
"Ohhhh FUCK! Daddy...." My breathing is ragged as I gasp. "Daddy, finger my pussy....finger my dirty whore cunt."
I'm only 19 and its obvious how much of a whore I really am.
"Oh, my God! My little girl! My fucking little... slut."
I slide my fingers out and lick them before shoving them back into you.
"Jessica, you little whore. Daddy's going to get you off. I'm going to make you cum like a little whore should."
I pull them out of you and smack your ass again before shoving them right back in and fucking you with them.
Hearing you say that causes me to moan out in lust.
"YESSSSSS! Oh daddy, yessss! Make me cum on your fingers...make your dirty little slut cum for you, Daddyy!"
As you slip in and out you can feel my cunt massaging them, wanting to pull them inside forever, my own daddy's fingers. My moans continue to get louder as I squirm on your lap, never imagining I'd be in this position.
"OHHH FUCK DADDDY!" I cry out.
"Daddy, I'm getting so close!!!" I grip your legs as I suddenly spasm in your lap.
"OH FUCKKKK! DADDY I..I...I'm CUMMINGGGGG!!!"
"Oh, God, Jessica! Cum for me! Cum for Daddy! OH, GOD! OH, JESSICAAAAA!"
The pressure of your lithe, little body against my dick, the way you're squirming on my lap, writhing as I finger you to climax, causes me to lose my load inside my shorts. I thrust my hips up into you, rubbing my dick against your rib cage as you scream and squirm.
"I'M CUMMING TOO, BABY! OH FUCK! MY BABY GIRL MADE ME CUM!"
"YESSSS! CUM WITH ME DADDY! CUM WITH YOUR LITTLE WHORE," I scream, not caring if anyone can hear us.
"OH, MY LITTLE BITCH! MY LITTLE SLUT! OH MY GOD, JESSICA! MY WHORE! MY BABY WHORE!"
I writhe against you, panting, moaning, not giving a fuck either if anyone hears us. I continue to finger your cunt, wild with abandon at how tight you are on my fingers especially as your inner walls begin to squeeze down on me.
"I love you, Baby." I gasp.
I'm spent. I pull my fingers out of you and grab you around the waist and pull you up onto the bed with me where I collapse in ecstasy, panting, sweating, throbbing with electric pleasure.
I roll over and collapse next to you, my body still shuddering from the residuals of the orgasm. My chest rises and falls as I catch my breath.
"Daddy...that was amazing!"
I roll over to face you. Your hair is matted into the sweat on your cheek. I brush it away.
"Jessica. holy fuck. Yeah. It was."
I chuckle. but I barely have enough breath to laugh. so I just stare into your eyes.
"I've always.... I've always wanted you. Like that."
I smile back. "I've always wanted you to to do that to me, Daddy....I've wanted to be your little whore for years!"
"Oh, my God. I love you so much, Baby. I never thought though that we could love each other like this. But i... I want you, Baby. Oh, please. Please be my little whore. Forever. I want you... forever."
"Of course I will be, Daddy! I'll be yours forever!" I get up on my knees and remove my shirt as well. "My whole body is yours to use however you'd like, Daddy....anytime, anywhere, with anyone..."
I run my hands up from your belly to your breasts. I squeeze one lightly, and then my heart swells up, and I want you again. I grab your hair and pull your face down to mine and kiss you. My other arm wraps around your back, caressing you. I part my lips, and you part yours, and our tongues taste each other for the first time.
When we break our kiss, I look into your eyes.
"Mine to use. Sweet, little Jessica. I intend to use you up. I have a lifetime of incest to make for with you, Baby. Will you do your dear old daddy a favor? It won't take much I'm sure, but we need to find a way to get my pecker swollen again."
I moan as you break our kiss.
"Mmmmm, Daddy, my mouth is perfect for getting your cock nice and hard again," I say as I lean forward to give you another kiss before playfully pushing you onto your back. I climb down to your shorts and can already see the massive cum stain seeping through.
"It looks like its going to already have a cum-flavor too...."
I undo your shorts and then begin to tug them off. As I get them down to your ankles and all the way off,, I see you for the first time...I see your soft cock, covered in your slimey cum and surrounded by hair that's matted with both sweat and cum. I spread your legs and go down between them. The pervasive musky smell of your balls is almost overpowering, but I inhale deeply, smelling my father's scent. Lowering my mouth, I gently take your soft cock into it and taste your cum for the first time. The saltiness, the texture, is exactly as I always imagined it would be.
"Oohhhhhh, Jessicaaaaaahhhh..."
I moan as I feel your mouth engulf my spent member. The motion of your tongue licking and sucking the cum from my soft dick is amazing, but nothing is quite as wonderful as looking down and seeing my baby girl between my thighs, her face nestled into my sweaty pubes as she sucks the last drops of cum from my dick. Already I feel the blood starting to flow down there again.
"Oh, you're my whore. My precious little whore."
My eyes look up at you as I suck your cock clean, while simultaneously causing it to grow once more. I know I'm a whore. I'm my daddy's little whore. My daddy's fuck toy, and I love it.
"MMMMMMMM"
"That's it baby. Oh, Jessica. My sweet, baby girl. Oh suck Daddy's dick, Honey. Suck me back to life. Oh fuck, Darling, I need to taste you. Turn around and put your pussy in my face. I need to taste that sweet cum of yours."
It's over 90 degrees in the room as I spin around and put my pussy down on your face, Instantly moaning as I feel your tongue dart in and begin to lick my cunt. Meanwhile, my nose is now buried in your sweaty balls as I suck, determined to bring you completely hard again, and give you the pleasure I've wanted to give for years.
I moan into your pussy as I feel your tongue massaging my dick. The sight in front of my eyes is astounding. My darling little girl's delicious cunt right in front of my eyes.
I slip my tongue across your clitoris and through your labia. While I continue lapping at you like a hungry dog, I realize that my nose is pressed right against your cute little rosebud. I push against it, wiggling it. Then I let my tongue lap a little bit farther until I'm tonguing your rim. You feel me tickling your asshole and push back against me. I stiffen my tongue and begin to fuck your little hole with it as you push against my face.
I moan out as I feel your tongue penetrating me.
"OHHH FUCK, DADDY!"
I reach up and grab your hips and leverage myself against you so I can tongue-fuck your little asshole like it deserves.
After a minute of that, I know that my dick is ready for you. I push you off of my face and roll you over onto your back. Crawling up over your body, I gaze down into your pretty eyes.
"I want you, Jessica. I want to fuck you, Baby. You're mine. My little girl. And I'm going to fuck you the way a daddy should fuck his little baby."
I spread my legs obediently.
"YESSSS! FUCK ME DADDY! Claim my pussy the way a daddy can! Pump your hot cum inside me!"
I guide my hard dick into your slit, rubbing it up and down the length of your pussy, swirling it across your clit before finding your entrance and shoving myself into you.
I moan at the sensation of your hot, tight, wet vagina as it embraces me.
"Oh, gooooodddd, Jessica. You're so much tighter than your mother."
I gasp as I feel you slide into me for the first time...doing what no father should ever do, but we're both willing participants.
"Mmmmmm, you should've been fucking my tight pussy instead of hers for years, Daddy! She's such a stupid bitch, but I'm your bitch!"
"Oh, my precious, little bitch. Oh, Honey, I always loved you more than her. Oh, Jessica. I love you. My little slut. Fuck, your pussy is so hot inside!"
I watch between our bodies as my engorged cock penetrates my daughter's vulva. Your hole is so wet. I look up into your eyes and see my little girl looking back at me telling me she's my bitch.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Darling. I'm going to try to make up for all the times I wanted you but didn't think I could have you. Jessica, your cunt feels so sweet. God, the way your tits shake. Everything about you is so perfect. So right."
"I fucking love you, Baby."
Underneath you, I take the pounding. The loud *clop clop clop* as your balls hit against my ass, and the loud sloshing wet noise of your cock slamming into my wet cunt over and over again fill the room
"YES! YES! Ohhh, Daddy yessss! Fuck me hard, Daddy! I can take it, I can take it as hard as you want!"
"I love you, Daddy, and I want to always be there for you...to be there to do whatever you need."
As we fuck, our bodies are one in the same, connected by skin, DNA, juices and sweat.
"OH YES, Jessica. YES. Mmph! Ttake me, Baby."
I hammer into you like I never did with your mother. The lust inside of me for you is close to two decades in the making. As you beg me to fuck you hard, I lift your legs up and put them over my shoulders. It's something I've only seen done in pornos. but the sensation of your pussy taking me deeper inside is amazing. Our skin slapping together, gazing down into my precious daughter's eyes, I know that I am in heaven.
Having already cum once, my stamina is increased, and I continue pounding your cunt with abandon.
"Mmmmm, my little slut likes it hard, don't you? Your little body was made for me to fuck, Jessica. Can't you feel it? Can't you feel how perfectly I fit inside you? Oh, my God, you're the best fuck i've ever had, Baby! You're all I ever want. I'm yours, and you're mine."
My whole body shuddering as you slam in over and over.
"YESSSS! I was born to be your whore, Daddy. My pussy was made to take your cock!"
Feeling myself quickly approaching yet another orgasm, I can't hold back. I scream out as my pussy begins to spasm around your cock, drenching it with my juices
As your orgasm rises, it drives me to my own.
"Oh, fuck, Jess! I'm about to cum. I'm going to cum in you. Oh, shit! I'm going to cum inside my baby girl. OH GOD OH GOD YEESSSS!!!!!"
"YESSSS!' I scream out "CUM IN ME, DADDY! CUM IN YOUR WHORE'S PUSSSY! CUM IN YOUR OWN LITTLE BABY'S CUNT, DADDY!!" I scream. I don't just not care anymore, I want people to know my daddy's fucking me.
"TAKE MY CUM, BABY. OH, MY SWEET LITTLE WHORE! OH GOD, YESSSS. JESSSSIICCAAAAAA. YES!!!"
I feel my balls contract as they shove the sperm up into my dick. The heat of it burns almost like fire as my prostate clenches, shooting the first blast of incestuous cum into my daughter's vagina. I moan and pound in rhythm to my ejaculations, shoving them deep into you, giving momentum to my sperm, driving the juices that gave you life down into your spasming cunt.
My head was thrown back as the first blast filled you, but I look down as the second wave rocks through my dick and into you. I meet your eyes and know that you're both my little girl and my whore. I love you as both.
I feel the hot, powerful blast of your cum spray deep inside me...The same cum that one created me, now could be creating a child within my own cunt.
As I shove my cock to the hilt inside you, letting the last spasms of my dick squirt into you, I collapse onto you, finding your mouth with my own, kissing my darling daughter, my hot new lover, my sweet little whore.
"That was the best fuck of my life, Baby," I croon. "You're amazing. So fucking sexy and hot. You're the best I've ever had. My own little girl."
I wrap my arms and legs around you, holding you tightly on top of me.
"Daddy that was amazing!" I gasp, still recovering from the incredible orgasm. "I've never been fucked like that, Daddy...ever!"
"My, baby girl." I'm beaming with pride "I'm going to fuck you like that every day for the rest of my life. You said you're mine. My own little whore. I'm definitely going to use you, Sweetie. I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand up anymore."
It's obvious by the look of excitement on my face that I'd love nothing more than to be your perpetual cum whore...your fuck doll...your sex toy.
"Mmmm, I'll always be here for you, Daddy...always."
"And I never say no."
"I'm going to cum in every one of your holes, Darling. I've got a whole marriage full of sexual frustration to take out. and I want to take it out on your gorgeous little body. You were made to be mine, Jessica. My cock made you, and now it's going to own you."
"And if you ever do say no, then you will definitely get another spanking."
Next: Part 2
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