Dee
by Anal_King

Ever since Google released their Atlantis smartphone, my 18-year-old daughter has been pestering me to buy her one. This particular phone has a feature where a hologram of the person you’re chatting with pops up just above the display. Normally, I'd get her whatever she wants, so long as it was reasonably priced, but this phone was way too expensive, especially for a teen. Anyway, when I flat out refused, I expected Dee to stomp her foot and pout, but, surprisingly, she did neither. My daughter simply smirked and said, "Okay, daddy, whatever you say." 

I know I got off too easy on that one because Dee usually got what she wanted. I'm not saying I'm a wimp but Dee was daddy's little girl and I was her little fool. However, forking over $1,499 for a smartphone was absolutely ridiculous, not to mention the monthly $120 bill I'd have to pay for her unlimited shit-chat minutes. No way brother! 

Dee takes after her mother, both in looks and in personality. Physically, she inherited my wife's best features, such as her big, spongy, heart-shaped ass and perky marshmallows tits. As for her attitude, well . . . there's no nice way of saying this: Dee was a beautiful spoiled brat, an undesirable trait she also got from her mother. 

Anyway, I was on my way to the bathroom when I started to feel lightheaded. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I just shook my head and kept on walking. The hallway began to spin as blood rushed out of my head. I lost my footing. The floor came at me. And then I passed out. 

I cracked my eyes open and blinked a few times; the objects in the room blurred before slowly coming into focus. Once I saw clearly enough, I knew I was in the basement. But how did I get here? And how long I was out?

"I see you're awake, daddy." I jerked my head to the side; Dee was sitting on the sofa flipping through one of her teen magazines. She wore her pink chemise that hid nothing and was a size too small if you ask me. "You've been out for a whole hour," she informed me. "I'm glad you woke up in time; I have to meet Trish at the mall in like two hours."

That's when it occurred to me that I didn't have any clothes on. And on top of that, someone had bound my wrists and ankles to the frame of the upright exercise bench I currently sat on. "What the hell is going on here, young lady? Why am I tied up? And why am I naked?"

Dee ignored my outburst. She smiled and uncapped a small container of the lube I use for anal when my wife’s in the mood. She dipped her index finger and scooped out a glop of the waxy substance. Then she walked over and applied the grease to my cock-head. I shuddered at the touch of my daughter's hand as she smeared it around until my glans was completely covered with the stuff. 

"I want to know what you're doing young lady?" Dee ignored me as she put aside the container of lube and wiped her fingers with a hand-towel. 

The bench I sat on extended about four feet in front of me, enough room to comfortably seat two people. Dee straddled the bench and sat down with her back to me; she pulled up her chemise revealing her gorgeous naked ass. Dee looked over her shoulder and winked with the cutest smirk. She then reached behind grasping a plump cheek in each hand before slowly spreading them wide apart; her pink anus stretched until the taut, little lines elongated to twice their normal length. 

My traitorous dick instantly hardened into 7-inches of throbbing cock-meat. The veins snaking around the length of my dick were bulging and ready for action. I felt so ashamed reacting to my daughter in this way, but if you could only see what I saw, you'd find it pretty hard not to get sexually excited. 

Unfortunately, my erection was not lost on Dee. "Men, you are all alike” she giggled. “Mom was right when she told me men only think with their dicks." She began to slide her lovely ass toward me and stopped when my cock touched her crack. Dee's teenage derriere warmed the belly of my aching prick, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my erection. I was torn between lust and guilt and I still didn't know why my own daughter was doing this to me.

"Please, baby. Don't do this," I pleaded, hoping she'd stop this insanity.

"I'm sorry daddy but this is the only way you're going to learn. When I want something, you've got to get it for me, no questions asked. I'm you're princess after all."

"What are you talking about?"

"C'mon daddy, don't play dumb. I asked you for a Google phone and you refused to buy it." That's what this was about! She drugged me, stripped me of all my clothes, and then sexually teases me for not getting that stupid phone! I couldn't believe it. "So, are you going to get me my phone?"

"Honey, let's discuss—"

"Okay then." That's when she started to move her ass in erotic circles much like strippers do when giving lap dances. Dee massaged my manhood, pushing it back against my stomach, then moving forward enough so it would spring back, pointing to the ceiling. She did this a few times making my painful erection stiffer than a board. Drops of precum formed at the tip ready to spill out. If she kept this up, I’d soon be cumming all over those mouth-watering cheeks.

"Daddy, I really do love you, but you can be so stubborn sometimes. I knew before I asked you for the phone you'd refuse me, which is why I've been practicing for two whole months now", she said, continuing my torture. Practicing? Practicing what? 

"Now daddy, you just sit there and let me do all the work," she explained, as if I had a choice in the matter. What happened next totally blew me away; 

Dee stood up and slowly pulled her ass cheeks apart. She was so close to my face I could’ve speared her sweet pucker with my tongue. Just the thought had my cock twitching in excitement. My arousal intensified when Dee began to slowly lower her ass. I knew what she was going to do and I knew it was wrong, but I wanted her to continue, oh help me God! 

Time seemed to slow down when my daughter’s anus made contact with the purple knob of my dick. She grunted in discomfort as the center of her sphincter gradually opened under the pressure. I stared in awe as her hole strained to accommodate my fat dick.

Dee took it nice and slow, a little too slow I’m ashamed to admit. A part of me wanted to break free and run upstairs, out of the house, while another part just wanted to grab Dee by her hips and force her down until her soft cheeks rested on my thighs. 

By now, my little girl had half my cock lodged in her rectum, but that didn’t seem to bother her one bit; In fact, she looked over her right shoulder, smiled and then completely let go. I heard her gasp as my rod completely disappeared inside of her. The visual and the heat and tightness nearly made me blow my wad. 

Dee let out a loud sigh and moved her butt forward and back and then around, rotating my dick like a joy stick. She slowly raised herself until the head was ready to pop out. Then she used her hands on my thighs to steady herself and gradually slid back down balls deep. We both moaned in pleasure. 

The view of our coupling was so erotic, so stimulating that Dee only had to move her ass up and down a few times before I had the most amazing orgasm of my life. I tried to hold back but the pressure in my balls forced what felt like an endless supply of thick semen to shoot deep into my daughter's rectum. Every muscle in my body tensed as volley after volley of cum made its way out of my piss hole. I now knew what it truly felt like to have my balls drained.

When I was done and breathing like I'd just finished a marathon, Dee slowly lifted her ass until her anus was clear of my spent cock. Her gaping hole looked so delicious as it twitched in spasms before permanently closing.

She untied me and cleaned my drooping dick with a warm wash cloth. "So, am I going to get my phone or do I have to force you to knock me up?" 

You should have seen how fast I handed her my credit card. Since that day, I've never seen that card again, but I sure do see the bills.

The first picture she sent me with her new phone. I don't know if it was a warning or just her way of fucking with my head.

The End