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Summary: Richard's daughter Taylor comes home from school and catches
   him on the computer in a chat room.  She gives him instructions on what
to do next.
   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.
   This was one of the first stories I posted.  Feel free to give me
feedback!  daddyoh@bluebottle.com
  
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********* Story: My Daughter Caught Me (pt.  1) by DaddyOh!  (Mf, inc?,
mast, voy)
   This story is completely fictional and contains adult sexual content.
   I should have known too much time had gone by and that someone would
soon be home.  Nevertheless, I lingered a while longer in my favorite chat
room, exchanging pics of schoolgirls and daddy's sluts and the like.  As
usual, my pants were at my ankles and each of my hands regularly switched
back and forth between typing and stroking my very hard cock.
   I was so engrossed that I didn't hear that someone had come home.  Nor
did I hear them coming down the stairs.  The first notion I had that I was
about to be caught was when I heard the doorknob of my basement office door
begin to move.  Startled beyond belief, I reached for my pants to pull them
up as quickly as I could.  But, I missed.  I stood up, my hard-on sticking
straight out.  But my pants stayed on the floor, as my daughter Taylor
entered my office.
   We stood facing each other for what seemed like a lifetime.  She looked
from my face, to the images on the computer screen, to my huge erection and
she just stared.  The most ironic part was that I had been involved in a
great cyber chat and I had just finished telling the person I was chatting
with, "I'm so horny!  I swear that I would fuck whoever walked through my
door, no matter who it is!" I had no idea the "no matter who it is" would
be my 15 y.o.  daughter
   "Taylor...I didn't think you'd be home yet," I said, trying in vain to
seem casual.  She looked at me with a combination of disgust, pity and
humor and said, "Obviously not."
   "Taylor, let me explain," I said, forgetting for the moment that my
pants were still at my ankles.  "You don't have to explain, Daddy. 
Apparently this is what you do down here.  You look at pictures of naked
girls and play with yourself.  Does Mom know you do this?" she said,
growing more annoyed.
   "Um....Mom knows...um...yes...maybe...I don't know what Mom knows," I
stammered.
   "How often do you do this?" Taylor asked.
   "Well...by the way," I said.  "do you mind if I, um..." I motioned to my
pants on the floor.
   "No," she flatly replied.  "Leave them there." She said this with some
authority.  "Tell me, how often do you do this?"
   "Well sweetheart," I said.  "I don't know...a couple of times a week?"
   "Show me," she said matter-of-factly.
   "Show you what?" I asked.
   "Show me how you do it," she replied.  "Show me how you get yourself
off."
   "Taylor," I said.  "You've got to be kidding me."
   "Not at all," she replied.  "Show me how you do it or I swear I'll tell
Mom as soon as she gets home...which shouldn't be long." Feeling numb, I
put my hand on my cock, which was still surprisingly hard, and began to
stroke it.
   "Does that feel good?" Taylor asked, her voice filled with irony.
   "Taylor, I...," I stammered.
   "Tell me if it feels good!" she snapped.
   "Yes, it feels really good," I said feebly.  The truth was, it did.
   "Well, keep doing it" she said.  "Do it faster."
   "Taylor, please," I pleaded.  "I'll...I'll..."
   "You'll what?" she asked.  "You'll cum?  That's the idea, isn't it,
Daddy?  Isn't that why you do this?"
   I couldn't believe this was happening.  I must admit that I had engaged
in daddy/daughter fantasies many, many times and often the fantasies
included girls much younger than Taylor.  But it never dawned on me that I
would one day be jacking myself off in front of my actual daughter.
   "Taylor," I asked again, "Can I please stop?"
   "No fucking way!" she yelled.  "Come on, Daddy.  I wanna see you cum. 
Do it harder, faster.  I mean it." Not knowing what else to do, thinking
that she might actually tell my wife, I obeyed.  I stroked myself harder
and faster, according to her instruction.  I didn't want to see her, but I
couldn't look away from her eyes.  I was trying to read what she was
feeling.  She seemed to be into what she was seeing, but I had no idea if
that was true.  About two minutes, which seemed like two hours passed by
until I finally knew I was close.
   "Taylor, are you sure you want to see," I said.  "I mean, I'm about
to..." My breathing was growing heavier.
   "Daddy, I want to see you cum," Taylor said.  "Now just do it."
   Not wanting to risk further exposure in the family, I obliged.  My cock
began to convulse and I stroked and stroked as I shot a huge load in her
direction.  I knew I was really horny, but I didn't expect to ejaculate so
much.  Taylor just stared at my cock as I came all over the rug.  Her look
was filled with contempt and what I could only read as some wicked
satisfaction.
   "Clean it up", she said, then immediately left the room.
   The End
  
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