My Daughter’s Dildo 5

My Daughter’s Dildo, Ch. 5 of 8
by DirtyMindedMinx

I was having a hard time falling asleep. Part of it was the nagging guilt over the inappropriate things I had been doing with my daughter, but it was mostly because I was still horny as fuck for her. Knowing that she was in the next room, probably lying in bed naked and awake like me, didn’t make it any easier. To make matters worse, I was more than certain that I could go to her and she’d willingly spread her legs and invite me in. Instead of violating my duty as her father any more that night, I went ahead and jerked off…again. It was fast and rough; a futile effort to exorcise the demons from my fiendish cock. Nothing but a pathetic dribble issued from my overworked dick as I finished, but the fleeting orgasm allowed me to fall into an uneasy sleep.

I awoke with a warm body next to me. The warm, soft, smooth body of my loving daughter Nicole. She was curled up against my side, her head on my shoulder, and her hand resting atop my naked cock. Her steady breathing told me she was asleep. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay like that with her all day. But it wasn’t in the cards.“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” I said and softly nudged her.

She let out a simpering groan, then opened her eyes. A contrite smile quickly followed.

“I got lonely,” she explained as her excuse for being in my bed. She snuggled closer and kissed my shoulder. “Mmm, Daddy has morning wood.” Her hand squeezed my erection.

“Let’s go, young lady, time to get up.”

“But you’re already up.” She gave my cock a few strokes to demonstrate her point. “How about we stay in bed and play for a while?”

“You’re going to be late for school, and I’m going to be late for work.” This little temptress of mine was going to make it impossible to be the kind of father I should be trying to be.

“Fine, you big poop.” She pulled back the covers and got out of bed. All I could do was stare at her bare, flawless body in the morning light. So young, and supple, and fresh. She sashayed out of the room, making sure I got a good look at her sweet little behind as she went.

I rushed through my morning routine and was almost finished getting into my suit and tie when Nicole appeared in my bedroom in nothing but a towel.

“Before I get in the shower, I wanted to give you something.” She came close and took my wrist.

My daughter moved my hand down between her legs and up under her towel. My fingertips grazed her pussy. She was wet down there. It seemed like this girl was in a constant state of arousal.

“We don’t have time…” I protested helplessly.

“This’ll only take a second.” She pushed my hand upward and my first two fingers slipped effortlessly inside of her. “Mmmm, yes,” she moaned and a dreamy look came over her face. She fucked my fingers slowly for a few moments, grinding herself down on them, then pulled my hand away. Nicole sniffed my slickened fingers. “Think of me while you’re at work today, Daddy.”

She went up on her tippy toes, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then turned and headed for the shower, leaving me standing there stunned and, once again, hard. I was annoyed with her for tormenting me the way that she was, but at the same time I didn’t go so far as to wash her intimate scent from my fingers. When did my darling little girl turn into a cock-teasing vixen?

My day crawled by. I was half in a daze, obsessively sniffing my daughter’s pussy on my fingers every ten minutes. I didn’t hear a word in any of the meetings. I made several phone calls, but couldn’t for the life of me tell you what had been said. Everything was a blur, except for all those crystal clear thoughts of my Nicole.

I got home after one of the more frustrating commutes in recent memory and found her blouse lying on the floor of the foyer as soon as I stepped through the front door. A little further along were her crumpled jeans. I followed the tantalizing trail, hoping that I knew what I’d find at the end. I rounded the corner and there was her bra. A few steps beyond that, lying in the threshold of our living room, were her panties. I stooped to pick them up.

“I thought you’d never get home.” Nicole’s sexy voice sent a shiver of anticipation along my spine.

I looked up and there she was on the sofa, naked, legs spread, feet perched wide apart on the coffee table. She sucked the tip of her purple dildo provocatively. All the petty annoyances of the day melted away with the sight of my sexy little angel waiting for me. My daughter’s bare tits and open pussy were shamelessly being offered up to my lustful gaze. I didn’t have to beg, cajole or bribe her like some fathers might; she wanted this as much as, if not more than, I did.

“Aren’t you going get naked and jerk off with me, Daddy?” she asked, sounding like the innocent cherub I knew she no longer was.

I couldn’t help thinking as I stripped off my shirt and dropped my pants that the road to Hell had to be paved with bad intentions as well as good. I certainly had some bad intentions, and I was most likely going to Hell.

I stood in the middle of our living room nude, my cock jutting out at my daughter, aching for her. Her eyes traveled up and down my body as she teased the tip of her dildo with her tongue.

“I’ll never get enough of seeing you like this,” she said with a self-satisfied little grin. “My daddy’s cock…” she whispered and stared at the prize she’d been waiting for all day.

I felt extremely self-conscious standing there naked and on full display in the uncompromising light of day, but I was also flattered by my daughter’s leering attentions.

She giggled. “You’re already dripping on the carpet.”

I looked down to see a drop of pre-cum fall from the tip of my cock, only to be almost instantly replaced by another bead of fluid. This wasn’t uncommon for me when I was younger, but my cock hadn’t reacted like this in well over a decade.

“This is your fault, you know,” I said accusingly.

“I hope so.” She reached down and spread her pussy lips and I just about lost it right then. “Pretend this is you.” She wiggled her purple dildo at me, then traced it in a serpentine path down between her pert tits, over her taut belly, and between her legs. “This is your cock, Daddy.”

With those breathy words she pushed the dildo against her pink opening. There was a moment of resistance, then it popped inside her with a sudden jolt. I could only imagine how tight my girl’s pussy must be. She penetrated herself deeper with the rubber phallus and I could almost feel her around my own cock. The heat from her pussy would be palpable. The smooth wetness of her inner walls would envelop me. The grasping muscles of her young vagina would pull me in, drawing me to farthest reaches of her intimate self. It was a dreadful longing that I’d never felt for anyone before.

“It feels so good to have you inside me,” Nicole said with a throaty moan. “Stroke your cock, Daddy. Pretend your hand is my pussy and you’re going in and out of me.” She slowly drew the dildo out then filled herself up with it again. “Imagine you’re fucking me.”

I was incapable of doing anything but complying with her directions. I took my severely hard prick in my hand and began stroking at the same pace that the dildo was moving in and out of her pussy. I could almost fool myself into sensing what it must be like to push myself into my daughter’s eager pussy.

“I can’t get over how sexy it is to see you jerking off for me like this.” Nicole scooted down lower on the sofa and began fucking herself faster. “Do you like watching me?”

She knew the answer, but I in turn knew how much it would turn her on to hear it.

“I do, sweetheart. I love watching you.”

“You like seeing me naked?”

“I can’t get enough of it.”

She pumped her pussy noisily with her purple toy while I matched her stroke for stroke.

“You like watching me play with myself? You like seeing your horny little daughter masturbate right in front of you while you jerk off?”

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, I swear. I’m so glad I bought you that dildo. I love the way you fuck yourself with it. You make me want to cum so bad.”

“Oh, Daddy, cum for me! Watch me fuck my pussy and make your cock cum for me!”

We were both going at it wildly by that point. She was holding the dildo with both hands and ramming it into her pussy with a driving passion. My hand was flying up and down my shaft causing my balls to slap violently between my thighs and fist. It felt incredible.

“I’m going to cum!” I called out. “I’m fucking cumming!”

“Me, too!” Nicole cried. “Fuck, yes! I’m cumming, Daddy!”

“Fuuuuck!”

Before she reached her peak my knees all but gave way and I thrust my hips forward with a final burst of carnal exertion. A stream of cum erupted from my cock with a power and velocity I hadn’t witnessed since I was a teen and arced toward my daughter. The leading edge of my rope of semen landed on her knee with the trailing end of it falling down along the length of her shin.

“Shoot your cum, Daddy! Shoot it all over everywhere!”

Nicole was screaming and pulling herself into a tight crunch on the sofa. Her feet came up off the coffee table and her face went red with the vigorous effort she was putting into fucking herself with frenzied intensity.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuuuuck meeeee!”

Here expression was that of someone in extreme pain, but I knew she was experiencing the exact opposite. I jerked the last few drops of cum from my cock as I watched my girl orgasm as hard as I’d ever seen a woman orgasm. I was afraid she’d forget to breathe and end up passing out. Finally, she relaxed and gasped for air. Her legs dropped down onto the coffee table and she looked like a rag doll – an incredibly sexy naked rag doll, that is.

“Oh my God,” she said, still winded, “how insanely awesome was that?”

I was pretty sure that was a rhetorical question so I just stood there holding my still-solid erection and gazing at my girl’s wet, swollen pussy. The moments ticked by silently until she suddenly sat up and looked around.

“What time is it?” She twisted and grabbed her phone off the end table. “Oh, shit!” She jumped up and ran over to me, giving me a hurried peck on the lips. “Becca’s going to be here in five minutes. You better clean up all this cum and get some clothes on, Daddy!” She slapped my butt as she ran off toward her bedroom, dildo in hand.

My hard-on wilted in a matter of seconds as I grabbed my pants and began mopping my jizz up off the coffee table and tried to hide the evidence that had sprayed all over the carpet. I hustled to gather up the various discarded articles of clothing, checking out the window to make sure Nicole’s little friend wasn’t coming up the walk and about to catch me with my dick hanging out. I did one final check to make sure I hadn’t missed anything and dashed to my bedroom. Just as I got there I heard the doorbell ring and the front door open.

“Hey, Nic!” I heard Becca call as she let herself in and made her way to the kitchen.

“I’m getting dressed!” Nicole yelled from her bedroom.

Becca changed direction and headed past my door on her way to my daughter’s room. I stood there naked, clutching the ball of clothes, and listened to the muffled sound of them greeting each other. Was Nicole still naked? Had she cleaned my cum off her leg yet? Would her friend suspect what had just happened? All this rushed through my head as I tried to make out what they were saying. It was hopeless, but I tried anyway. Had Nicole told her best friend what was going on between us?

The idea of it gave me a pain in the gut. There’s no way she would tell anyone that she was masturbating with her father. But girls tell each other everything, don’t they? And she’s young; maybe she doesn’t know any better. Kids today had no concept of privacy with all that Facebook and InstaTwatter they were always posting everything to. Did she have any idea how much trouble I could get in if anyone found out about what’s going on? I’d lose her for sure. Maybe even get locked up. Oh God, what the fuck was I doing?

I heard them come out of Nicole’s room in a bustle of giggles and bubbling conversation. A cascade of fingernails tapped across my door as they passed.

“Bye, Dad! Love you!”

The front door closed behind them and the house was quiet. I tried to relax, but some of the tension still remained. If something as simple as a friend stopping by could give me that much anxiety about what I was doing, then it was obvious that I shouldn’t be doing it. I had to step back and take some serious stock of the situation and how I was handling it — or, rather, mishandling it.

I dropped the wad of clothes and crept down to Nicole’s bedroom. Peeking in I saw that her dildo was lying there on her bed, right out in the open, where Becca would have been sure to see it. My cock sprang back to life and I was hard again in a matter of seconds. I stood there in the doorway knowing I should back away and forget about all this, but instead my feet took me to the bedside.

I lifted my daughter’s dildo and brought it to my nose. It was the scent I’d been smelling on my fingers all through the day, but it was more intense, fresher. Before I could stop myself I was licking the side of the thing. My skin tingled and a vibration seemed to pass through my entire body. This was bad. I licked again as I began jerking off. This was really bad.

Knowing how pathetic it was, I started sucking her dildo. I felt ridiculous standing there sucking a fake cock just to taste my daughter’s cum juices, but I was powerless to resist. I must have looked like such a sissy bitch blowing that dildo while beating off like a complete degenerate. I didn’t care. I was tasting my girl’s pussy and it was glorious. It wasn’t long before I was emptying what was left in my balls all over Nicole’s bedcovers as I gagged on her purple dong.

When the euphoria of orgasm finally ebbed away, I was disgusted with myself — again. I put the dildo back where it had been, didn’t bother to try to clean up the cum that was soaking into her comforter, and shuffled out of my daughter’s bedroom wondering at what I had become. I needed to get my head on straight, but I was afraid I’d become incapable of any degree of self-control. I needed to stop, but I wanted more. I was the lowest form of scumbag there could be.

I got dressed and muddled through some chores around the house. I heated up a frozen pizza and sat in front of the TV hoping to be able to turn my brain off for a few hours. Nicole came in shortly after ten o’clock. She greeted me with a quick “Hi, Daddy,” as she passed on her way to her room. I turned off the TV and went to my own room in an effort to head off any further temptation for the evening. Just as I settled down under the covers there was a knock at my door and Nicole came in wearing one of her old SpongeBob t-shirts and a satiny pair of panties.

“You’re turning in early tonight,” she commented.

“Yeah, feeling tired for some reason. Busy day at work tomorrow.”

“Is it okay if I sleep in here with you?”

I should have said no. I needed to say no. I tried to say no.

“Sure…if you want.” I was pitifully weak.

She smiled and closed the door. I could hear her stripping out of her t-shirt and pulling down her panties. I silently pounded my fist against my head, admonishing myself for being such an idiotic fool. Nicole slipped under the covers and sidled up against me, sighing with contentment once she was nestled in place. Her hand went straight for my crotch.

“Aww, you’re wearing undies,” she pouted.

“Yeah, well, I really am tired tonight, honey. Is it okay if we just go to sleep?”

“Sure…if you want.” As she said this she moved one of her legs up over mine and pressed her hips forward. This little maneuver brought her pussy mound right up against my thigh and I could feel the tickle of her downy pubic hair. She was a devious temptress. “Goodnight, Daddy.” She kissed me on the lips with just a hint of tongue and snuggled down to sleep.

The more I tried not to think about the heat of her pussy against my leg, the more aware I became of it. The more I tried to will myself not to get an erection, the harder I got. The more I told myself that I had to stop messing with my own daughter, the more I wanted to make love to her. The more I tried to deny that I could ever make love to my daughter, the more I wanted to fuck her. I was hopeless.

It had taken almost three hours before I dropped into a fitful sleep. At one point I awoke and felt a subtle movement bouncing through the mattress. Nicole was quietly masturbating next to me. She was acting like she was trying to be discreet about it, but I knew she wanted to get my attention. It took every ounce of what little willpower I had left to pretend like I was sleeping. The whole time I was acutely aware of every motion and every sound. I bit my lip and forced myself to remain still. When I heard the strained whimper of her orgasm I almost gave in. How could any man be expected to contend with that kind of temptation, daughter or not?

I was miserable throughout the next day. Work sucked. People sucked. Traffic sucked. The world just plain sucked. I had the most perfect, most sexual, most beautiful girl willing to do anything for me, and it was the one girl on the planet I wasn’t allowed to do anything with. I was supposed to take care of her, and protect her. Protect her from men like me! Who knows what sort of damage I’d already done to her. Yes, she had fantasies about me, but that didn’t mean I had to indulge those fantasies. I might be screwing up her ability to have a normal relationship and get married and have a family of her own. Sure, she was having fun now, but there had to be long-term psychological consequences to having your own father jerking off on you all the time. What a fucking mess.

As soon as I got home, I changed and went out to mow the lawn. Nicole was busy with homework, then getting dinner ready. I wasn’t feeling much like talking. She sensed this and let me be. That night she didn’t come to my room, which was a relief and a bit of a disappointment. Maybe this thing had run its course and she’d satisfied her curiosity. Maybe I was off the hook.

The following day was only slightly better than the day before. Everything with Nicole was still weighing heavily on me, but I was starting to resign myself to it all being over and figuring out how we were going to move forward. There would be regrets, but we had to put this strange episode behind us.

Nicole had soccer practice that night, then went to the mall with friends afterward. When she got home, she came and greeted me with a chaste kiss on my temple. We exchanged how-was-your-day small talk for a few minutes before she retired to her room, leaving me in front of the TV alone. I stayed up for another hour, then dragged my sorry butt to my bedroom. I lay there feeling like shit on several levels.

There was, of course, my bad behavior lately. My lack of discretion, my faltering self-control, and my gross irresponsibility as a father. But I also felt like crap for Nicole. Something was obviously bothering her. Maybe she’d picked up on my self-loathing mood these past couple days. I wasn’t being fair to her in any conceivable way. I got out of bed and put my robe on.

I knocked softly at her door, half hoping she was already asleep.

“Yeah?”

“It’s me,” I said pointlessly. “Can we talk?”

There was a nerve racking pause. “Sure.”

I opened the door to find Nicole in bed under her comforter — the one I’d cum all over the other day — with a book in her lap. She had a small smile for me, but it wasn’t the confident one I’d gotten used to seeing lately.

“What’s up, Dad?”

“Nothing really.” I fidgeted just inside her doorway feeling awkward and guilty. “You haven’t come by my room the past couple nights and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with you. With us.”

She shrugged and the smile faded. “I’m okay, I guess.” She riffled the pages of her book. “It’s just that…I don’t know.”

I could hear a note of exasperation in her voice. “Go ahead, you can tell me.” I sat down on the edge of her bed, being careful to keep my robe securely closed.

“I just thought that maybe I should give you a break. I mean, I’m sure I can be pretty obnoxious bugging you all the time for…whatever. It seemed like you didn’t want to be bothered the last couple days. Which I totally get, so…” She shrugged again not knowing what else to say.

As if I didn’t already feel like a big enough of a jerk. I’d opened up this enticing door to illicit pleasures, and now I had basically slammed it in her face without any explanation at all. It only made sense that she would be confused and think that my recent moodiness was somehow her fault.

“Sweetheart, trust me when I say that you weren’t annoying me or bothering me in any way. I love being with you. I want to spend every second I can with you, no matter what we’re doing.” This seemed to cheer her some.

“Okay, but you’re upset about something. Is it because I’m acting like too much of a slut around you? I know I get carried away and all, but I can try–”

“It’s not that either, Nicole. I love the way you are when we’re…you know. But I can’t stop worrying about how wrong the things I’m doing are.”

“The things we are doing.”

“Sure, but no one’s going to send you to jail for what you’re doing.” I regretted saying that as soon as the words were out.

“How would you go to jail? It’s not like I would ever tell anyone in a million years.”

“We were less than three minutes away from Becca walking in on us the other day.”

Nicole bit her lip, looking a bit sheepish. “Well, first of all, that was totally my fault and I promise to be more careful in the future. And, secondly, Becca wouldn’t tell anyone anyway because she has a huge crush on you. She’d be so excited that she got to see you naked that she’d probably pass out on the spot.”

“A crush? On me? Now you’re just bullshitting.”

“I’m serious.” She leaned forward with a naughty gleam in her eye. “She confessed everything to me one night when she was sleeping over about three years ago. She’s completely in love with you and she’s hot for your sexy bod.”

“As if I don’t already have enough to worry about.”

“Actually, after she told me about how much she wanted you and how she thought you were studliest man she ever knew, that’s when I started thinking about you that way also. Before that you were just Dad. But, when I tried thinking of you as if you were a regular guy, then I started getting a little horny for you. You have no idea how turned on I would get over you sometimes. After I saw you playing with yourself in the shower that time, I thought about your penis pretty much every day.”

My ego was swelling, along with my cock. God dammit, couldn’t I get through a simple conversation with my daughter without popping a boner like some hormonal teenager? I adjusted my robe to be sure Nicole couldn’t see what was happening.

“Whatever the case,” I fumbled ahead in my attempt to restore proper boundaries without hurting any feelings, “you have to admit that it’s not right for me to be acting this way with you. Father’s and daughters just aren’t meant to do that kind of stuff with each other.”

“Someone once told me that the world would be a pretty boring place if everyone only did what they were supposed to do.” She gave me a smug little smirk.

“No fair using my own words of fatherly wisdom against me.”

“Okay, then, look at it this way.” She tossed her book aside and got serious. “You jerk off, don’t you?”

“Ah, I think you know that answer to that.”

“So, you’re in your room jerking off, right? And I’m here in my room fingering myself, or whatever, right? Is there anything wrong with that?”

“Well, no…”

“But so then you’re saying if you take away the wall between our rooms, that makes what we’re doing wrong?” She obviously had this argument prepared ahead of time. “We’re still both doing the same thing as before.”

“Yes, but…” I couldn’t come up with a well-reasoned counterpoint. “It’s one thing doing that in private…but when we can see each other.”

“Oh, please.” She wasn’t backing down. “If I want, I can imagine what you look like naked and picture you stroking it, which I’ve done a zillion times before. And you can do the same with me whenever you want. You can imagine what my tits look like naked, and my ass, and the way I look when play with myself. We’re already seeing these things in our minds, so what’s the difference if we see it with our eyes.”

“I think we’re veering too far off into the metaphysical.”

“Sure, I admit what we’ve been doing might not be normal,” this was accompanied by air quotes, “but I don’t care about being normal. You don’t just want to be normal, do you, Daddy?”

I thought I had this all figured out. I’m sure the fact that I wanted to be convinced made it all the easier for her to sway me.

“I want to do what’s right for you and make sure you become the happy, healthy, amazing woman you’re meant to be.”

“I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been these past couple weeks.” She reached out and took my hand in hers. “And I think you could be happy, too, if you you’d stop worrying so much and just have fun with me like I know you want to.”

“Look, this all started because you asked me to buy you that darn dildo to keep you from being distracted from your schoolwork by boys and sex. How is what we’re doing not a bigger distraction than that?”

“I got a 91 on my calculus test yesterday, and Mr. Prescott is definitely going to give me and Becca an A on our science project. The distraction would be if I was trying to find a boyfriend, then doing all the crap that goes along with dating — clothes, makeup, hair, going out, does he like me?, is he cheating on me?, am I pregnant?, and all that junk. Knowing that all I have to do is come home, looking however I look, and there will be a hunky man there for me to get off with, and have the best orgasms I can ever dream of having, is the exact opposite of a distraction. It’s perfect…for me.” She lifted my hand and kissed it. “But not for you?”

“It’s not that.” I was in well over my head and sinking fast. “It would be perfect for me, too — beyond perfect, really — if you weren’t my daughter. I can’t help feeling like I’m hurting you in some way. Even if you’re having a good time now, what if things change and you feel different about what I did to you?”

“You’re not doing anything to me, Daddy, we’re doing this together. I love you so much.” She closed her eyes and seemed to be somewhere else for just a moment. Nicole opened her eyes and focused on me once again. “I know all this isn’t easy for you to deal with, but I want it. I want it so fucking bad.” She squeezed my hand. “If you honestly don’t want to do these things with me, that’s one thing. But if the only reason you think you shouldn’t do it is because of me, or some stupid idea of what society thinks, then you’re making a huge mistake.”

My girl was making it all but impossible to do what I’d always known to be the right thing. Why did I let her get so damned smart? She was undeniably sincere about what she was saying, and she made some very compelling points. I also knew that I couldn’t trust myself to be an impartial judge. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to be naked with her every minute of every day. I’d never known a lust like this before in my life. She was everything to me, and I was compelled to give her what she wanted, even when it defied my lifelong concepts of morality.

“I love you more than anything, Nicole. My whole life is about taking care of you and making sure you’re happy.”

It might have been my imagination, but her eyes were looking a little watery.

“You know what would make me happy?”

She leaned back onto her pillows and pulled her comforter aside. She was wearing one of her girlie cartoon t-shirts, but she was naked from the waist down. Her thighs were splayed apart, the soles of her feet pressed together, and there between her legs, only partially visible, was her infamous purple dildo. It had been inside of her the whole time we were talking. No wonder she kept getting that faraway look in her eye. She must have been masturbating when I knocked on her door, and she only had time to pull her comforter up and grab a random book to disguise what she had been doing.

“It would make me super happy if you’d help me finish with this.”

I wasn’t entirely certain what she was asking of me at first. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head, unveiling those perfect little breasts of hers. Her puffy nipples beckoned to me like twin sirens. She put her hands behind her head and waited with a sly smile. It took a few more seconds for me to catch on, but when I got it I knew there was no way I wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

Reaching out, I took the butt end of the dildo lightly between my fingers and pushed it forward just a bit.

“Like this?” I asked, my voice sounding unsteady.

“Yes,” she purred, “exactly like that, Daddy. That’s making me very happy.”

I pushed it a little more; an inch, then two. She breathed deep, thrusting her chest out as she did. I drew it back slowly, watching the flesh at the periphery of her opening keep a tight seal around the purple shaft. Just before the head of it emerged from her vagina, I reversed direction and inserted the dildo once again into my daughter’s pussy. Her moan of genuine ecstasy made my heart ache with a combination of love and longing for her.

“That’s it,” she murmured, “fuck me just like that.”

She slid down so she was lying almost flat, and opened her legs wide for me. My daughter was giving herself over to me and holding nothing back. I pulled the toy out once more, and then pushed it into her again.

“Oooh, you fuck me so good, Daddy. Don’t stop.” She began tweaking one of her nipples, quickly bringing it to full arousal before doing the same with the other.

I took a firmer grip on my girl’s sex toy, and slowly pumped it in and out of her. What would she think if she knew I had given her purple friend a blowjob the other day after she’d used it? She’d probably think a lot less of the hunky stud she’d built me up to be in her mind and see me for the pathetic loser I truly was. I didn’t waste any further attention on that, and instead concentrated on what I was doing. I was dildoing my daughter’s pussy. Un-fucking-believable.

“Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so good inside my pussy. I love fucking your cock so much.” It sounded like she was almost on the verge of crying.

Nicole’s hands drifted down to her belly, where she pressed and pulled at her own nubile flesh. I repeatedly fed the dildo into her increasingly wet hole, then pulled it out, adding a slight twist every few strokes. She reached down past her hips and grabbed the undersides of her thighs, lifting her legs and raising her pussy up toward me.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy.” She thrust her hips up to meet my penetrating push into her. At that point, it had become more than evident to me what a good fuck my daughter would be. This girl knew her body, and she definitely knew how to use it.

“Faster?” I asked, assuming I knew the answer.

“Yes! Fuck me faster. Give it to me, Daddy.” She was half in the moment and half lost in fantasy. There was no doubt she was envisioning me on top of and inside her.

I sped up the pace, plunging the dildo deep and drawing it back only halfway before giving it to her again. It was a unique experience for me to give a woman pleasure in this way. I’d never done anything like it before. I worked my proxy cock into her with mounting passion, shifting the angle slightly with each penetration.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock,” I said, surprising myself a little.

“Ooooh, God, yes!” She mewled with a kind of exquisite suffering and pulled her legs up higher.

“I love fucking you, Nicole. Daddy loves fucking your tight little pussy.”

“Fuck, yes! More! More, more, more!”

I began ramming the dildo into her even faster, sensing that she was approaching her climax.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck Daddy’s cock and cum all over it!”

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m cumming Daddy! I’m cumming on your fucking cock! Fuck my cunt, Daddy! Fuck my cunt! Ahhhhhhh!”

She released her legs, pounding her fists against the mattress. One of her feet came down on the bed, the other on my thigh. She lifted her butt up high and shoved her hips toward me, forcing the dildo as deep as it could go. I held it there as best as I could while she rode out what appeared to be a wrenchingly fierce orgasm.

After a series of animal screams and full-body spasms, she finally lowered herself back down onto the bed. I held the dildo inside of her while she recovered. I took the opportunity to once again admire the young body she was graced with. Her small tits were firm and flushed with passion. Her belly button was a tiny oasis in the desert of her unblemished abdomen. Her wisps of fine pubic hair barely confirmed that she was a maturing woman and no longer a girl. Her long legs remained splayed open; her strong thighs offering the promise of an embrace I could only dream about.

“That was the best,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “My whole body is buzzing.”

I slowly withdrew her toy dick. The smile this brought to her lips was ample reward for my effort. Once it was out, I watched her opening resume its natural tight aperture in a quick second. Astounding. I couldn’t look away. I stared at my daughter’s naked pussy. It was perfection.

I knew she was watching me stare, but despite the twinge of embarrassment for boldly examining my daughter’s most private area, I couldn’t stop looking. Nicole reached down and parted her lips for me, giving me an even better view of her womanly secrets. I felt an empty space in my chest that could only have been filled by possessing the object of my girl’s sex. I knew it was crude of me to reduce my beloved daughter to little more than her pussy, but it was how it felt in that moment.

She played a finger delicately over her stiffened clit. From the way her muscles tensed it was clear she was still feeling very sensitive there. She toyed with her thin inner lips, which had gone from pink to dark crimson. I could have cried for how much I wanted to run my tongue over those delectable wings of flesh. Next she moved her fingers down to her pussy hole. I could barely breathe.

Nicole dipped a finger into her wet opening, venturing only as far as the first knuckle. She swirled and fiddled with her luscious hole before removing her finger. Without any apparent shyness, my daughter then placed a finger on either side of her vagina and spread it open for me. I can’t deny that I was shocked by this vulgar display from my darling little girl, but that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t absolutely captivated by it.

I gawked in stunned adoration. There was apparently nothing she wasn’t willing to share with me. Nicole wanted to give every part of herself to me. Her utter lack of inhibition was the most erotic thing I’d ever known. Her intimate scent was strong in the air, and it was only getting stronger. I was dying to jam my tongue into the wet hole my daughter was brazenly presenting to me. That’s when I recalled that I was still holding the dildo in my hand.

I looked at the purple cock. Her juices coated the artificially veined surface. Moments ago, the head of this fake penis had been in the deepest parts of my girl’s pussy. The memory of her flavor urged me past my shame and embarrassment.

I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of my daughter’s dildo.

“Oh, shit,” she gasped.

I looked up at her, searching for any hint of disapproval or revulsion. Her face was slack with surprise, but when she saw me looking at her all she did was give a slight nod. I tentatively tried another lick, longer this time, and was actually able to once again experience the flavor of her pussy.

“Oh, shit, yes,” Nicole moaned. Instead of being disgusted with me, she apparently liked what she was seeing.

I looked up at her again, just to be sure. Her eyes were wide with rapt delight. Her free hand sneaked downward and she began rubbing tiny circles around her clit. Not only was she not repulsed, but she clearly wanted more.

Still feeling hesitant, I kissed the end of her cock-shaped dildo.

“Can you taste me?”

I nodded.

“You can taste my pussy on my dildo?” She rubbed her clit faster. “Suck it, Daddy. I want to see you suck it.”

I couldn’t have held back any longer if I had wanted to. I went ahead and wrapped my lips around the rubber cock and took it into my mouth. It was still warm from having been inside her. Nicole’s unique essence filled my senses. I’d never tasted anything as sublime as my baby girl’s pussy. I sucked at the dildo, sliding it in and out of my mouth as I did. I knew I probably looked fabulously gay fellating a huge dick, even though it wasn’t real, but I didn’t care.

“Oh, fucking shit, that’s hot,” Nicole panted as she fingered her clit. As she masturbated, she continued to hold her pussy hole open wide, giving me a pristine view inside her. “Suck that cock, Daddy. Taste my pussy cum. Taste me.”

I couldn’t respond with my mouth full, so instead I simply sucked more enthusiastically. Nicole flipped my robe open with a foot. I took the hint. Without removing the dildo from my mouth, I pulled my raging hard-on out of my underwear.

“Fuck, yes, there it is,” my daughter said at the sight of my erection. “Stroke it while you suck my cum off that big cock, Daddy.”

What I thought would be a complete turn off was apparently a huge thrill for my horny daughter. I wasn’t in a state of mind to dwell on the overwhelming sense of acceptance and love that gave me, but I could definitely feel it.

I began beating off. I didn’t even bother starting slow and building up to a dramatic crescendo; I just went at it like an out-of-control teenager. All the while, my focus remained fixed on my daughter’s gaping pussy. I couldn’t decide specifically where to keep my attention: on her open pussy hole or her hard clitty as she vigorously rubbed it. My eyes flicked from one heavenly sight to the other.

“That’s right, jerk that cock while you suck my pussy cum!” Clear sex juice was flowing out of her sweet opening. “Eat my fucking pussy cum, Daddy!”

Nicole started bucking her hips and just like that she was cumming again. That was all it took to get me there. I twisted toward her and launched my load. The first spurt shot far enough to hit the inside of her right thigh. Before I could release my second blast she moved her left foot, pressing it against the head of my cock. I continued jerking like a maniac and spent the rest of my wad against the sole of her bare foot. As I emerged from the fog of my own orgasm, I noticed that Nicole was still rubbing her clit like mad.

“I felt you cum,” she blathered senselessly. “Finger me, Daddy! I want your fingers in my cunt!”

I spit the dildo out and hurried to answer her demand. I slipped a finger into her sopping wet opening and it immediately gripped me tight.

“Another!” she begged.

I added a second finger and began fucking her with them.

“More, Daddy! More!”

I was just able to squeeze a third finger into her. At this she let out a guttural groan like I hadn’t heard from her before. She pressed her foot against my cock, smearing my own jism all over it.

“Finger my cunt, Daddy! Fuck my slutty fucking cunt!”

I frantically did all I could to give her what she was begging for. My fingers pumped in and out of her as quickly as I could manage, the tight ring of her opening grasping tight the entire time. I was afraid I would hurt her, but she seemed to be insisting I pound her even harder. I gave her everything I had.

“Yes! Right there, like that! Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit, fuuuuuck!”

She flexed and contorted as a powerful orgasm took control of her body. Her face was a mask of agony. Her pussy clamped hard around my fingers, and her foot all but crushed my balls. When her jaw unclenched, and her muscles went loose, I heard her laughing. It was a laugh of pure joyous rapture.

“Oh my God,” she cursed plaintively. “I’m dizzy.” She laughed again. “I never came so hard that it made me dizzy before.”

I was feeling a little dizzy myself.

Nicole lay with her legs apart, struggling for air. She didn’t flinch away as I continued to gently play with her. It was one thing to have fingered her while she sat on my lap that wonder night the week before, but it was another thing entirely to be able to see her pussy as I did it. As I traced my touch lightly along the ridges of her labia and around the periphery of her clit, a small amount of girl cum trickled from her hole and slid down into the hidden recesses of her butt crack. How I wanted to chase that sensuous stream with my tongue.

“I love the way you touch me,” she said in a husky, half-asleep voice. Her foot pressed softly against my cock. “You make my pussy feel so good.”

I teased her hole with the tip of a finger. It appeared to be closed tight once more, disguising the fact that it had readily accepted the thick diameter of the dildo and more. Nicole’s fingers made their way once again to her pussy. With a few careful manipulations she peeled back her little hood just enough to expose the pink tip of her clit. She then waited expectantly with eyes closed.

I moved my wet finger from her hole to her stiff nub. She sucked in a breath when I touched her there. As gingerly as I could, I brushed the very tip of my finger over her clit. She continued to hold it exposed for me as I worked my touch back and forth with almost no pressure at all. Her breathing quickened and she let out a moan that was something near a quiet growl. I had come to Nicole’s room to make sure she understood that we had to stop messing around together, so the irony that I was lying there rubbing my own daughter’s clit wasn’t lost on me. A few weeks ago I couldn’t even have fathomed being naked in the same room with her, and yet there I was, about to make my girl cum for the third time that evening.

“Mmmmmm.” This time there was no thrashing, or screaming, or crushing of anyone’s balls. This was a slow, peaceful orgasm that seemed to pass over her like a warm wind. “Perfect,” she whispered.

We lay still for a time. Me, staring at my daughter’s beguiling pussy; something I had naturally assumed would always be denied to me. Her, sprawled on her back, lazily massaging my half a hard-on with her cum-slicked foot.

“I want you to sleep in my bed with me tonight,” she said a few minutes after it had seemed like she’d dozed off.

“We should clean up first.”

“Noooo,” she whined. “We can do that in the morning. Let’s sleep dirty.”

I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but I was also too lethargic by then to put up a fight.

“Get naked and turn off the light,” she told me, “in that order.” Nicole watched me through heavy-lidded eyes as I shed my robe and pulled my underwear down. I reached for the light switch. “Wait, let me look for a second.” Her gaze traveled over my chest, down my abdomen, and centered on my groin. “Mmm, that beautiful cock. I swear I have the sexiest daddy of anyone.”

It was embarrassing how much I enjoyed hearing her talk like that. I flicked the switch and worked my way into her bed. She arranged the comforter over us and snuggled against me in her now familiar way. Her fingers combed through my chest hair, inevitably making their way gradually down to my pubic hair. Before long she was fondling my balls, and then holding my cock in her fist.

“Do you want to cum again?”

“I thought we were going to sleep now.”

“But you only got to cum once so far.”

“I don’t know if I have another one in me, sweetie.”

“Won’t hurt to find out.” She squeezed and began stroking me under the blanket. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

“Sorry for what?”

“For saying the C-word before.”

“What C-word?” I asked, pretending I maybe hadn’t heard that.

She put her lips close to my ear and whispered. “Cunt.” Her hot breath gave me chills.

“You’re a very naughty girl. I might have to punish you for using foul language like that.”

“I couldn’t help it. It made me so horny saying it in front of you that I totally lost it.”

“Well,” I put on my best fatherly tone, “don’t let it happen again, young lady.”

“I’ll be good from now on, I promise,” she answered in her best little girl voice.

She’d managed to get me stiff again, if not entirely at full strength. Damn, she knew how to handle a cock.

“You like looking at my cunt, don’t you, Daddy?”

Oh, fuck, this girl was too much. “I do, sweetheart.”

“I like showing you my cunt.” She emphasized that word in just the right way each time she spoke it. “Tell me what you like about my cunt, Daddy.”

“Everything,” was my instant response, but I knew that wasn’t the game she wanted to play. “I liked when you spread it open.” Despite all we’d done, it felt decidedly strange talking like this to my daughter.

“It turns me on to spread my pussy for you, Daddy.” Her hand moved more rapidly up and down my shaft. I was keenly aware of her breasts pressed against my arm as she talked dirty in my ear. “Could you see my cunt hole?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I could see your cunt hole.”

“Did you like seeing your daughter’s tight, little cunt hole, Daddy?”

“Yes.” I squirmed under her fast-moving hand. “I love seeing your pussy.”

“My what?”

“Your cunt. I love seeing your perfect, beautiful, sweet cunt.”

Nicole tore back the covers and quickly straddled my legs facing towards me. She adjusted her grip and continued jacking me. She pressed her hips forward until I could feel her wet pussy against my balls.

“Does my cunt make your cock hard, Daddy?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to suck my cunt, Daddy?”

“Yes!

“Do you want to put your big cock in my cunt, Daddy?

“Yes! God help me, yes!

“Tell me, Daddy!

“I want to put my cock in you.”

She slapped me hard on the belly. “Not like that!”

“I want to put my cock in your cunt.”

“That’s it.” She mashed the palm of her hand down against my cockhead as she stroked me. “More.”

“I want to fuck your cunt.”

Another stinging belly slap. “I can’t hear you!”

“I want to fuck your cunt!”

“Yes!” She rewarded me by jerking faster. “More!”

“I want to put my cock in your cunt, Nicole!”

“Fuck, yeah!”

“I want to put my cock in my daughter’s tight cunt hole!”

“Keep going!”

“I want to fuck my daughter’s cunt…fuck your cunt…fuck my baby girl in the fucking cunt! Aaaahhhhrrrrr!”

I felt the spray hitting my face and chest. I couldn’t believe I was even capable of that at my age. My daughter was a damned miracle worker. She continued to milk me well after the last dribble of semen had drooled out of my cock. I could barely see her silhouette in the dim moonlight that was filtering in around the edges of her window shade. Her glowing sexuality was evident even in that scant light.

Nicole moved to get off of me, or so I thought. Instead she shifted down and straddled one of my thighs. Her hot wetness pressed against my skin.

“I liked that,” she confessed in the dark. “I was ready to go to sleep, then you got my pussy all wet again.” She began to grind herself against my thigh. “I’m sorry…I have to…”

I lay still and gladly let my daughter hump my leg. I flexed my thigh muscle in rhythm with her movements and that seemed to enhance her ride. She searched blindly for my wrists and when she found them she lifted my hands to her breasts.

“Touch my nipples, Daddy.” She held onto my wrists, making sure I didn’t pull my hands away. “Yes, that’s it. You know just how to touch me, don’t you?”

I lightly toyed with her nipples; stroking them, caressing them, rubbing them with my thumb. Her moans were all the signal I needed to let me know I was doing it the way she wanted. She humped away, keeping a steady pace for several minutes. The only sound was the occasional sigh of delight. When I felt she was getting close, I began treating her nipples more aggressively. I pinched them, pulled, and twisted.

“Oh, yes,” she rasped.

I could tell she was approaching climax, but she strictly held herself to the same cadence despite her body’s inclination to go faster. I had to admire her control.

“Say the word,” Nicole pleaded under her breath.

I knew what she wanted. I tried to give it the same erotic emphasis as she had.

“Cunt.”

“Mmm, more…”

“I can feel your cunt on my leg.” I kept my voice low and slow. This wasn’t the same frenzied exchange from moments earlier when she was bringing me off.

“Yeah…”

“Your cunt is so wet…and warm…”

“Mm hm. And you want to fuck it?”

“Yes. I want to fuck your beautiful little cunt.”

“Do you want to cum in it?”

She caught me off guard with that. I didn’t respond quickly enough.

“Do you want to cum inside my cunt, Daddy?”

“Yes…”

“Fill my cunt up with your cum, Daddy. I want your cock to fuck my cunt full of cum. I want…nnnnn…ahhhhh!”

Her body shuddered and I clamped down hard on both her nipples predicting it was what she needed in that moment. She continued grinding down hard, prolonging her orgasm as long as she possibly could, getting everything she could from it. After another shudder, she melted down onto the bed next to me.

“I’m going to be a zombie in school tomorrow,” she mumbled into my shoulder.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours. Waving that sexy cock all over the place.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

“You should call in sick to work tomorrow and I should stay home from school.”

“I have a client meeting tomorrow.”

“Cancel it.” She kissed my neck and added in a ticklish nibble. “We can spend the whole day naked and just masturbate together like crazy. Doesn’t that sound better than going to a stupid meeting?”

“It does, actually.” I was worse than spineless. “I’ll see if I can reschedule.”

“Woo hoo!” Nicole hoisted herself up and kissed me on the mouth, then pulled back. She experimentally licked the space just below my lower lip. “Dad? Is there cum on your face?”

“Maybe, yeah.”

“O.M.G., that’s frickin’ awesome.” She began peppering my face with kisses.

“Hey, cut that out.”

“C’mon, you got to taste mine. Why can’t I taste yours?”

I struggled to push her away as she fought back before giving up with a bout of giggles.

“We’ll have plenty of time to fool around tomorrow,” I scolded her. “Now stop being so horny and let’s get some sleep.”

“Fine, you big poop.” She turned her back to me. After a few seconds she said, “Spoon me.”

I was happy to comply. I cuddled up behind her as she wiggled into my embrace.

“If you get a hard-on during the night, you can go ahead and hump your cock against my butt if you want. I won’t mind.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”

“G’night, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby girl.”

Although I was pleasantly exhausted, sleep refused to come to me. At first I thought it was the sensation of my naked daughter’s skin against the entire length of my body, but that wasn’t it. It wasn’t even all the other guilt-laden stuff that had been gnawing away at me for the past couple of days. After about ten minutes of this I heard Nicole’s voice.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Something’s on your mind. I can tell.” She remained with her back to me, unwilling to give up her comfy position.

“The things we said…”

“About how what we’re doing is wrong?”

“No.”

“Oh. You mean all that C-word stuff?”

“No. Well, yes, sort of…”

“You didn’t like it?”

“It’s not that. I just don’t want you to think…you know. All that stuff I said…”

“Okay, I get it.” She wiggled her butt against my limp cock affectionately. “Don’t worry, Daddy, that was just sex talk. I know you’re not really going to do all that stuff with me. It’s just like a fantasy you have when you’re playing with yourself, only we were saying it out loud to each other. Maybe I’m weird like that, but talking dirty drives me crazy.”

“Oh, really? I couldn’t tell.” I nudged her bottom with my soft dick. “I just wanted to make sure we were clear about all that.”

“Relax, I’m not going to go all psycho on you or anything. All we’re doing is having a little fun masturbating together. No harm, no foul.”

“Just masturbating.”

“Well, masturbating with benefits.”

“Is that a thing?”

“It is now.” She rubbed the inside of my forearm, which was draped over her, against her bare nipples. “I’m starting to get horny again.”

I did my best impression of a Three Stooges snore.

“Go ahead, be that way. But you owe me one first thing in the morning.”

With that nagging issue out of the way I was able to drop off to sleep almost instantly. Yes, I was willingly barreling down that bad-intention-paved road to Hell, but at least it was going to be one heck of a fun ride!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The sound of buzzing woke me up. It took me a moment to get oriented, having never spent the night in my daughter’s bed before. Nicole was next to me, the covers pushed down to the foot of the bed. She was naked, as I’d come to expect, and masturbating, as I was also becoming more and more accustomed to. She was staring longingly at my cock as she ran her purple vibrator up and down along the length of her pussy.

“My God, girl,” I chuckled. “Are you ever not horny?”

“I’m only like this when I’m around you.” She rolled toward me and gave me kiss. “Morning, Daddy.” She pressed the tip of her vibrating cock against her clit and moaned. “I missed the school bus.”

“I got up and rescheduled my meeting earlier while you were still asleep.” This brought a big smile to her lips.

“So we’re having a naked day together?”

“Looks like it.”

“Have I told you that you’re the best daddy ever?”

“Yes, but not enough.”

“I want to see you cum at least, like, ten times today.”

I had to laugh. “Don’t get your hopes up, kiddo. Your old man isn’t one of those teenage studs that you’re used to.”

“We’ll see.” Nicole teased her hole with the head of her dildo. “Here, you do me,” she said, handing me the vibrator.

I propped myself up on one elbow and directed the toy between her wide open legs. I touched the end of it to the area just above her clit.

“And how many times am I going to see you cum today?” I asked.

“A hundred…at least.” She groped for me and grabbed a hold of my cock. “I love how hard you always are in the morning.”

I continued caressing her pussy with the buzzing toy. She arched her back, and stretched her lithe nakedness under my tender manipulations. Her grip on my cock grew tighter. She wasn’t jerking me, as she liked to do, but rather just holding onto it, possessing it.

“Almost there,” she breathed.

“Already?”

“I was pretty close before you woke up. And it’s so much better when you do it.” She squeezed one her breasts roughly with her free hand. “Yes, right there, Daddy. Ooo, you’re going to make me cum…”

I held the dildo in place, jiggling it ever so slightly. “Uh huh, uh huh…” Her body was rocking in time with a beat that only she could hear. “Uh huh, right there…” Her hand clutched my shaft, relaxed, clutched again in rhythm with the pulsating approach of her first climax of the day. “Uh huh…ooooh, fuck, Daddy, there…”

Her body jerked, snapping her hips upward against the dildo. A string of girlish grunts signaled her pleasure as the spasms continued to fire. After several seconds, she had to let go of my cock and push the vibrator away from her clit. I threatened her pussy with it a moment later and she screamed, clapping both hands over her crotch to protect her sensitive girl parts. She drew her knees up and lolled from side to side with a gratified noise that was half giggle, half groan.

“Did you see that, Daddy? Did you see me cum?”

“Of course I did. What the Hell else would I be looking at?”

She grinned and hugged herself. “I love cumming in front of you. It’s ten times hotter when I know you’re watching me.”

I turned off the toy and set it aside. I once again marveled at my daughter’s naked body. It seemed impossible that I would ever get enough of the sight of her. My mouth watered at the thought of those soft, puffy nipples of hers against my tongue. She noticed where my attention was and brushed her fingers across her pink little mounds.

“Now I want to see you.” She bit her lower lip in contemplation. “I think you should cum on my tits.”

I wanted to jump at the invitation, but I knew I shouldn’t. “Well, maybe that’s a bit too…how about if I just do it like usual?”

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve cum on me before.”

“Not on purpose…really.”

“Stop being a wuss and do it.” She pushed her titties together, making them look twice as big as they actually were. “I know you want to.”

“Since you put it that way…”

She squealed with delight. “Alright, get up on your knees…good, like that…turn this way…perfect. God, your cock looks huge this morning.”

Once she had me positioned the way she wanted, she settled herself in front of me. I was up on my knees in the center of the bed facing to the side; Nicole was lying in front of me on her back, feet toward the headboard, her chest just below my jutting cock. She was laid out before me like a virgin sacrifice on the altar of my incestuous lust.

Her eager eyes looked up at me, begging for me to soil her body with my spilled seed. I couldn’t disappoint her, could I?

I gripped my shaft and began stroking. Her eyes fluttered in fascinated anticipation. It was an alien prospect to me that someone could be so entranced by seeing me play with my dick. None of my past lovers had let on that they were the least bit interested in witnessing my exclusively private act of self-pollution. Performing in front of my daughter like this was in itself a distinctly demeaning experience, but at the same time it was somehow liberating. I’d never reached a point where I could let myself be this vulnerable with another person. With Nicole, I felt safe. Her unconditional acceptance of me as her father gave me the freedom to indulge my perverse whims without fear of judgment or criticism. Maybe this was all wishful thinking. Maybe she would end up recognizing me as the degenerate pig I really was one day down the road. Even so, I was going to enjoy the moment while I could.

“Cum on my tits, Daddy,” she cooed beneath me, smashing her small breasts together as a kind of carnal offering. “Jerk off all over me.”

I jacked my hard dick in my fist. My balls swayed freely with each stroke. I feared they might still be empty after last night. That didn’t stop me from admiring my daughter’s naked body spread out for my private gratification. I’d seen that cute face of hers every single day for my entire life, and yet it had a special glow about it when she had no clothes on. I’d never noticed how sexy her neck was. Her shoulders were masterful sculptures of sensuality. I wanted to fall upon her belly and make love to that pure expanse of smooth softness. Even her knees had become a source of lascivious attraction for me. How did my sweet innocent little girl turn into this embodiment of sexual allure? She could have any guy her own age, and here she was playing daddy’s little slut with her old man. I needed to stop thinking and just enjoy it while it lasted.

“Look at how your balls are flopping around like crazy,” she said, reaching for them.

She formed a cage around my loose nuts with her fingers and let my sack rattle around inside of it while I jerked my cock. It gave me a warm feeling to be able to see her discovering and experimenting. I knew she wasn’t some clueless virgin, but there was still a lot she hadn’t had time to experience yet.

The cage closed around my balls and she held gently, tugging and kneading my scrotum with just the right amount of tender pressure.

“You have great balls, Daddy. I love how they feel. Nice and big and manly.” She fondled each of my testicles lovingly. “I can’t believe that this is where I came from. I started right here in these sexy balls.” She looked up at me with one of those wicked smiles of hers.

God damn, she really knew how to get to me. I let out a gruff bark of satisfaction as my orgasm suddenly burst free and I began spattering my daughter’s chest with cum. Watching my filthy spunk coat her tits in a series of ever-weakening spurts while she stretched my scrotum made it all far better than anything I could have achieved on my own.

“Oooo,” she gushed happily, “so warm and slimy.” She swirled a finger around her far nipple, spreading my cum evenly over the pink of her areola. As I watched her do this I wasn’t paying attention to what her other hand was doing until I felt her pulling my hard-on downward and rubbing the head of my cock against the nipple closest to me.

Holy fucking shit that felt good! I couldn’t move for a few seconds as the sensation held me suspended in a moment of unadulterated bliss. I was barely able to regain my senses.

“Okay, missy, let’s not get carried away.” I eased my cock out of her hand. “I’m going to hit the shower. I’m feeling a bit crusty this morning for some reason.”

“Aww, you’re no fun,” Nicole pouted.

“Or maybe the problem is that you’re too much fun.” I gathered up my robe and underwear from her floor.

“You have to at least kiss me before you leave me like this.” She was still fingering the cum I had deposited across her chest.

I leaned down and gave her soft kiss on the lips. Her tongue sought out mine and it was all I could do to pull away before it developed into a full-on make out session. I would have never guessed that my girl could be so insatiable. I was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her.

Despite the extra few hours of sleep, I was still feeling somewhat drained. The hot shower went a long way to revitalizing me, and hopefully restoring some of my potency. How lame would it be if she wore me down to the point where I couldn’t get it up for her? Maybe it was time to start thinking about some pharmacological assistance.

I stepped out of the shower and began toweling off. I felt a cold draft of air and looked up to find Nicole leaning against one side of the open doorway in nothing but the button down shirt I had worn to work the day before. She was biting the tip of her thumb in the most adorable way as she watched me drying off.

“Nice shirt.”

“I always see women in movies and magazine ads wearing their man’s shirt, so I wanted to try it.” She lifted the collar to her nose and drew in a deep breath. “I like it.”

“You have my dirty underwear on also?”

“Nope.” To prove it she lifted the shirt tail high enough for me to see her naked pussy. That lilting giggle of hers seeped right into me. “Are you going to shave?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Can I watch?”

I wrapped the towel around my waist. “You haven’t wanted to do that since you were a little girl.”

“God, I must have been such a pest back then.”

“Back then? How about now?”

“Yeah, how about now?” The sultry way she said that gave her an air of sophistication way beyond her years. I don’t know how she did it. One second she’s a gawky kid, then the next she’s a seasoned seductress.

I got out my razor and shaving cream. She put down the lid of the toilet and sat, hands tucked between her knees, happy as could be. I wiped the fog from the mirror and lathered my chin and cheeks.

“I forgot how much I loved this,” Nicole was leaning forward enough for me to get a good look down her (my) shirt. I was only able to get a partial glimpse of one of her nipples, but it was clear from the sticky sheen covering her chest that she hadn’t bothered to clean my cum off of herself. Such a dirty, dirty girl.

“I don’t know what you get out of this.”

She considered this for a moment. “It’s just nice to be around you this way. Like you’re letting me peek behind the curtain of your secret man-world.” She shrugged in that cute way she had. “It gives me a good feeling inside to be with you like this.”

“I suppose it won’t hurt to admit that I liked those Saturday mornings, too. There was something special about those times. Why did you stop?”

She was quiet for a long while. I scraped my razor up my throat, rinsing it in the sink after each stroke.

“Remember that giant stuffed giraffe you won for me that time at the carnival?”

Okay, new topic. “The ball throw game, right? We were barely able to fit that stupid thing in the car. Didn’t you name him Jeffery, or something like that?”

“Jeffy, yeah.” She went on in somewhat shy manner. “I loved playing with him. Anyway, one day when I was about ten I was pretending like I was riding him and I got a funny feeling down there. I didn’t know it at the time, but that’s when I basically figured out how to masturbate.” She waited anxiously for my reaction.

“When you were only ten years old?” It didn’t seem possible.

“It just sort of happened. I had no idea I was having orgasms, or something close to it at least, I just knew it felt good.” She looked down at her bare toes wiggling on the cool floor tiles. I realized I was frozen in mid-stroke and tried to get back to shaving without cutting myself. “I probably humped Jeffy like ten times a day those first couple weeks. God, I was such a little nympho.”

“I had no idea that’s what you were doing in your room all the time. I was just happy you were being quiet and keeping yourself busy.”

“I was so afraid you were going to catch me. Remember the sign I made?”

“Keep out. Private Property!” I shook my head, the pieces were falling into place. “I thought that was just normal tween stuff. I had no idea what that sign on your door was really about.”

“Well, now you know. I was in there having unprotected sex with wild animals.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I did it with all my clothes on at first, or sometimes my PJs. Then I tried it with nothing but my underwear on and found out that was way better. I was afraid to try it with nothing on because I thought that would be the ultimate sin. A week later I was buck naked and humping away like a crazed little sex fiend.”

“Jeffy must’ve loved that.”

“God it’s embarrassing to be admitting all this to you.”

“Seriously? After this morning? After last night?”

“That’s different.” Her nipples were now poking up from beneath my dress shirt in the most provocative way. “The thing is that I eventually realized that the good feelings I got from riding Jeffy were the same sort of nice feelings I got when I hung out in the bathroom with you and watched you shaving, or combing your hair, or putting on cologne.”

I shaved my upper lip, not sure how to respond. Not sure if she wanted me to respond at all.

“I finally put two and two together in my tiny brain and figured out that the nice feelings I was getting in my tummy, and other places, when I watched you in the bathroom were something sexual. I didn’t completely understand it, but I knew there was some kind of connection and that it was something dirty.”

“Geez. I had no clue.” I tried not to let on how shocked I was by these revelations. “So that’s why you stopped hanging around with me during my Saturday morning shaves?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “I thought you would be mad at me, or hate me, for having sex feelings about you like that. And it was just too weird for me to deal with when I was that young.” She smiled wistfully. “I swore I’d never ride Jeffy again, but that only lasted about two days. It’s funny, I thought that he was the only thing that could get me off that way, like Jeffy had some sort of magical power. I eventually figured out that I could straddle my teddy bear or one of my stuffed unicorns and get the same feeling. After that, I started humping everything. My pillow, the arm of the sofa, the footboard of my bed, the corner of my toy box. I even used to take all the clothes off of my Ken doll and put him on the floor, then I’d get naked and lie on top of him and grind my pussy up and down against him. Sometimes I’d set Barbie up and make her watch. Damn, I was one sick little bitch.”

I joined in with her nervous laugh this time, feeling uneasy about picturing my pre-pubescent daughter lying face down on the floor naked, fucking herself against a plastic doll.

“God, I remember lying awake at night trying to think up new things I could grind on. You know your black leather coat? When I was home alone I would bunch it up in a big ball and hump it like crazy. As soon as I came I would get scared you would know what I did and hurry up and clean off the wet spot and put it right back in your closet.”

“I still wear that coat sometimes.”

“I know.” She gave me a look that let me know she’d been privately enjoying that dirty secret for some time. “And did you ever notice that I always say how hot you look in that jacket whenever you wear it?” Nicole pinched one of her nipples through the shirt, apparently feeling a bit less shy than earlier. “I was so dumb back then that I thought humping stuff was the only way to masturbate. That’s the only way I did it for almost like five years before Becca showed me how to use fingers.”

“Showed you?”

Nicole’s mouth hung open, suddenly realizing what she’d just said.

“I said told me.”

“I’m pretty sure I heard showed.”

“They say the hearing is the first thing to go.” She reached out and tugged at my towel, letting it drop to the floor and leaving me standing there naked. “Mmm, I knew you were hiding a big juicy hard-on under there.”

I decided not to press the issue and let her change the subject. I shaved off the whiskers on my chin, and touched up a few spots.

“I could just stare at you like this all day,” Nicole said while gazing at my cock. “It’s nice to know that I can see it whenever I want now.”

“I don’t remember that being part of the deal.” I ducked my head and rinsed my face. When I opened my eyes again Nicole was no longer sitting on the toilet. I looked down and found her kneeling next to me, her face about even with my erection. “What are you doing?” There might have been a note of panic in my voice.

“Just want to see it close up.” She put a hand on my hip and turned me toward her. Her other hand ran up the outside of my thigh and settled on my opposite hip. The head of my cock hovered inches in front of her face. “Wow…look at it.”

It almost seemed like she was in some kind of trance. I stood still, letting her look. It was despicably vain of me to take so much pleasure from the way she admired my cock. She must have fetishized it for years, and now she finally had it. I was perfectly aware of how dangerous this position was, but I convinced myself the boundaries I’d set down would hold. That conviction lasted for about three more seconds.

Nicole suddenly leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth and began sucking. My knees all but gave way and a rush of adrenaline swept through my body. I felt instantly lightheaded as I pushed her head back and pulled my prick from between her lips.

“What are you doing?” I demanded a little too harshly.

“What does it look like?” She licked her lips enticingly.

“We’re not doing this. I’m not going to let this happen.”

“It already happened, Daddy. You put your cock in my mouth.”

“I? You…” I tried to compose myself. I was still close enough to feel my daughter’s warm breath on my dick — which was harder than ever. “You agreed that we were only going to masturbate together.”

“That’s right. And that’s all we’re doing.”

“Oral sex is not part of the deal.”

“All I’m doing is jerking you off with my mouth. How is that any different from using my hand?”

“It just is. I can’t think straight right now, but all I know is that there’s a big difference.”

“Can I at least lick it?”

“Nicole, please, you’re killing me here.”

“Just let me suck it once and I won’t ask again.”

“Don’t do this.”

She tried to push her head forward, but I held her back.

“I’ve been told I give a pretty good blowjob.”

“How about we go back to your bedroom and play with your dildo?”

“This could be my early Christmas present.” She looked up at me with her best puppy dog eyes.

My resolve was weakening by the second. Would it really be any worse than letting her give me a handjob?

“I want to suck your cock so bad.”

Her head moved a little closer.

“I’ll let you cum in my mouth, Daddy.”

Closer.

“Think of how good it would feel.”

Her tongue reached out and grazed the tip of my cock.

“I want to taste my Daddy’s cum.”

She was close enough to kiss it.

“I’m going to suck your cock and swallow all your cum, Daddy.”

Her lips wrapped around my cockhead, and in the next moment she was taking me deeper into her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned around my throbbing shaft, and began bobbing her head.

This was insane. This couldn’t be happening. I was letting my daughter suck my cock. She was on her knees in front of me, willingly sucking me like I was the rock star of her fantasies. This was too much to comprehend.

One thing was for certain, she wasn’t exaggerating about being able to give a pretty good blowjob. In my experience, she was administering a damned good blowjob. I had to hope she was a natural at it because I didn’t want to think about how many dicks she had to suck to get as skilled at it as she was.

My daughter’s lips formed a tight seal around my shaft as her head moved smoothly forward and back on my shaft. Her tongue was a warm, wet pillow gliding along the underside of my hard penis. I only felt her teeth at the precise moment that she wanted me to, and that was only when they skimmed lightly over that most sensitive spot just beneath my cockhead. During all this she managed to supply the perfect amount of suction. She’d suck as she took me into her mouth, then release as she pulled back. The fluctuation between one sensation and the other elevated this blowjob to a whole other level I didn’t know there was.

“That’s it, baby, suck Daddy’s cock.” I felt a pang of guilt for talking to my daughter like she was some kind of a street whore, but I knew she liked it. Her yearning moan confirmed it and she began working my cock even more intently.

As incredible as her technique was, it couldn’t match the decadent thrill of seeing my cock disappearing into my dear daughter’s mouth again and again. She had been fantasizing about this for who knows how many years, but I had done everything in my power to avoid thinking about her in any overtly sexual way. The sudden developments over the past days weren’t a matter of me finally realizing a longtime forbidden appetite, but rather a complete upending of my reality. In a very short time I had gone from responsible protector and role-model to unprincipled violator. I rested my hands on Nicole’s head to better feel the tempo of her oral worship of my cock.

“You want my cum?” I croaked, sounding like a common back-alley pervert.

“Mm hm,” she hummed her ascent.

“Are you going to eat Daddy’s cum?”

“Mmmm.” This seemed to get her going more than anything.

I couldn’t see, but I could tell she was fingering herself as she sucked me. How she was able to play with herself and deliver a world-class blowjob at the same time was beyond me. She was quite the accomplished little multi-tasker. Her face wore an expression of serene elation, like that of someone who was getting exactly what she wanted. I always tried to give her everything; I never would have imagined that shoving my cock down her throat would be one of those things.

“God, Nicole, you look so pretty. You look so beautiful with Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

She whimpered around my dick without slowing and began finger fucking herself faster. Her free hand went to my balls. She massaged my heavy-hanging sack in perfect concert with her cocksucking. I began to sense that the end of this singularly exquisite experience was quickly approaching.

My daughter was sucking my cock. My own fucking daughter. The sweet little girl I had tea parties with; held on my lap while we watched Disney movies; made funny faces to when she was sad; and tucked into bed with a story that always ended with the princess living happily ever after with her prince. This was the girl I was face fucking. I was such a piece of shit.

She was taking me as deep as she could as fast as she could. Every few strokes I could hear her trying to suppress a gag. That somehow made it even hotter for me. She wanted to take every inch of me that she could handle. She wanted all of me.

“You like that, don’t you? You like sucking Daddy’s hard cock.”

Her acknowledgement came in the most arousing way possible. Her eyes flicked open and she looked up at me. Those big, beautiful eyes so full of lust and passion. She wanted nothing more than to please me. My daughter was in the midst of fulfilling an adolescent fantasy that she’d secretly nurtured for years, and yet her main purpose was to give me the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever known. I was pretty sure she was about to achieve that goal.

Our eyes stayed locked as I generously fed my cock into Nicole’s mouth over and over. She accepted each thrust readily and seemed only to want more. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“You ready, sweetheart? Ready for Daddy’s cum?”

She managed the barest of nods without breaking eye contact. I’d never seen anything as divinely sinful as what I was doing to my daughter’s angelic face with my infernal appendage.

“Suck it!” My balls tightened. “Suck my cock!” The tingling started at the base of my spine. “Take it, Nicole!” Saying my daughter’s name broke open the floodgates. “Eat Daddy’s cum!” My cock swelled and unleashed a forceful blast at the back of her throat. I could tell she was struggling with the sudden rush, but she stayed with it and continued sucking without missing a beat.

“That’s it, baby, swallow it.” My cock convulsed and I poured more and more jism down my daughter’s throat. “Swallow it all.”

She went still, holding my cock in her mouth during the last weak pulses of my fading orgasm. I had to hold the edge of the sink to keep my balance. No woman had ever made me feel like that using just her mouth, much less any other body part. It was all I could do to come back down to earth and focus once again on Nicole’s smiling face.

When she was sure she had my attention, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. There I saw a substantial portion of my own creamy load. Just one more sight I never expected to witness as her father. She withdrew her tongue, swallowed with an exaggerated motion, then presented me with a clean tongue. If I was capable of cumming again right then, I would have.

“Best Christmas present ever!” She exclaimed wiping a bit of drool from the side of her chin.

“Holy shit, Nicole, where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

She gave me one of those I’m-not-telling shrugs and took my cock back into her mouth. She sensuously massaged my head and shaft with her tongue and lips. It took me a second to realize this wasn’t for me. She was busily masturbating herself with both hands as she lost herself in the sensations of suckling her father’s cock. I couldn’t imagine anything more precious.

I held myself steady while she sucked, and fingered, and moaned. She was humping her hand and rubbing her clit at the same time while savoring my slightly wilted erection. As her bouncing cadence increased, and she was about to cum, she sucked as much of me in as she could take until I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat. Her face was flushed, and I wondered if she could even breathe.

Her body clenched and her back hunched. She let out a scream of triumphant ecstasy that was muted by my cock plugging her throat. This was followed by a string of laughing yelps of unrestrained jubilation. She’d gotten what she wanted. Something she’d apparently been wanting for a long while and never dared to believe she would actually get. I was profoundly ashamed of myself, but also supremely grateful that I was able to play a part in making her as happy as she was in that moment. She sucked my cock as hard as she could as she rode out the final waves of what had to be an orgasm almost as intense as the one I’d just had.

“God, you look beautiful when you cum,” I said with sincere reverence. I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers as she reluctantly released my cock.

“If that’s true, then you should know that I plan on looking beautiful a lot more today.”

Nicole stood up, unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and let it fall to the floor behind her. She pressed her naked body against mine and kissed me. This wasn’t a daughter kissing a father; it was a woman kissing a man. Her tongue was still thick with the flavor of my semen. That would have normally been repulsive to me, but with her I didn’t even consider balking. If she wanted to share the flavor of my own cum with me, I wasn’t going to deny her that. After a few seconds of mental revulsion, I realized it wasn’t all that bad. Actually, I could probably get used to it.

I sucked Nicole’s probing tongue, wrapped my arms around her small body, pressed my flagging cock against her warm belly, and tried to convince myself that this was as positively as far as I would allow things go between us. I was also distressingly certain, however, that my insatiable daughter had a plan of her own that didn’t have anything to do with my wavering limits of propriety.

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The bathroom scene in this story was inspired by the closest I ever got to anything sexual with my own father. I don’t know if other girls did this, but I loved watching my father as he shaved and went about his grooming routine. I didn’t understand what it was at the time, but I got a strange, happy feeling in my chest and low down in my tummy when I was alone in our warm, moist little bathroom with him on a Saturday or Sunday morning.

One thing I did understand was that my mom didn’t like it. Whenever she caught me in there with my dad she would shoo me out, saying something like “Stop pestering your father and go straighten up your room,” or “Give him some privacy and bring your dirty clothes down to the laundry room.” I knew my mother didn’t care about the chores because she never yelled at me when I didn’t do them. She just wanted me away from my father for some reason. This made it even more of a thrill when she didn’t notice I was in there with him because then it felt like I was getting away with something naughty.

Like Nicole, I eventually discovered those nice feelings I was having with my father were the same kind of nice feelings I got when I was thinking nasty thoughts and working up to making myself cum. It was confusing and embarrassing, and I felt like an unnatural freak. I suddenly understood why my mother was always chasing me away, and I was mortified that she had known what was going on all along – which now makes me wonder if she went through the same sort of thing with her own father (Hi, Grampy! Love you!).

Nicole’s Jeffy story and aspects of her journey of self-discovery also parallel my own experiences as a pubescent girl (although she figured out how much fun her pussy could be a few years before I did). The names and species of the animals have been changed to protect the guilty, but I was an inveterate humper when I was thirteen and fourteen. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a friend who showed – oops, I mean told – me that I could simply use my fingers. It was a slow evolution for me, starting when I tried stacking my hands under my pussy mound and humped myself against them one night when I was too lazy to go get a stuffed toy. Eventually I figured out that I didn’t need to be lying face down to achieve the same effect. At some point, I began experimenting and isolated the spot that seemed to be the nexus of all the good feelings – Hello, clitoris! Nice to meet you!

Anyway, I thought you might be interested to know a little bit about how parts of me, and my otherwise unremarkable sexual background, inform my stories and provide the jumping off point for me to take these sex scenes into my fictionalized fantasies. (And, in case you’re curious, I made myself cum at least a dozen times in the course of writing this chapter!)

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Chapter 6 >>

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25 thoughts on “My Daughter’s Dildo 5

  1. Damn Rachael, this story is driving me crazy, I hope it never stops. You are such a tease the way you write.

  2. DMM,

    I have to take a PSA blood test this week and you release this. Damnit woman, all I want to do is whip out my cock and stroke it over and over until all I am doing is having spasms in lieu of spewing my cum everywhere. Alas, I can’t as it affects my PSA test negatively.

    That doesn’t mean I won’t after the test. But fuck me, DMM, this story just makes me wish I was Nicole’s father. I know where it is headed and am so looking forward to him shoving his cock up her cunt and filling her full of cum.

    I simply love your series. Part 6 can’t come out soon enough.

    WSCLG – well, do you?

  3. Please don’t ever apologize for a story being too long. It is just that more to enjoy. This chapter takes their relationship so much deeper. I love the fact that they are giving in to their desires. Such an incredible turn on! So well done!

  4. Truly amazing story. Loved every part – & definitely not too long
    Looking forward to more chapters – maybe Becca can join in?

  5. Wow what an amazing continuation of the story! I loved when she finally took his cock in her mouth, that was the best part for me. Keep up the good work.

  6. OMG Rachael that is your best story yet !!! IT was so hot. I have read all your story’s just awesome. You are great girl.

  7. OMFG Rachael, you really did it this time.
    You had me from the start, I like Nicole, have had those same feelings for my gorgeous stepdad. Like you i loved to go into his bathroom and watch him shave. I also wanted to see him shower but thought he might go ape if I ever tried it, tho I did manage to catch him a few times without him knowing.
    If only like Nicole I had had the balls to coerce him into buying me a dildo. Mum did get me one for my 17th birthday after a particularly surprising and open conversation about sex, but that’s another story.
    You have really excelled yourself with this part and I’m sure that Part 6 is going to be an absolute blockbuster,
    Keep up the awesome work, you’re a natural.

    Love
    Jay xx

  8. EX-CE-LLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I had to ration it out in four days and enjoyed GREAT orgasms all of them!!!

    Fantastic chapter!!!

    Thanks!

  9. WOW!!!!….Please tell me they are gonna fuck in the next chapter!!…Nicole needs her dads cock in her so bad!!

  10. Thought I’d already left a comment for this story, but hadn’t… quite an oversight on my part. Needless to say, I thoroughly dug it. DMM, you have the miraculous ability to give the plot room to breathe; to allow the heat to build at a natural pace — and believe you me, THAT’S something that many authors of erotic fiction never learn. Looking forward to Chapter Six!

  11. OMG!! Your stories are superb writing!! They get and pull you right into the scenes!! Love them!!

  12. to have someone like jay denton compliment your work is to me the ultimate compliment.

  13. I can’t stop reading your stories, I love how you tell it I feel like I’m there your so good at it. Also love how you explain where the story comes from….

  14. Wow wow wow. Thank you so very much for the link. That chapter was one if the hottest I have ever read. Think I’ll go read it again. Loving your stories please don’t stop writing.

  15. Just like Nicole is addicted to sex, I’ve become addicted to this series. Daddy needs to get over the guilt’s and just give her what she wants!

  16. Damn Rachael,
    You keep getting things hotter and hotter and I love your style. Almost wish my daughter had some of those feelings in her. Although I do love that as adults we have intimate feelings for each other but not in a physical way.
    You said in your Bio that your husband doesn’t know about your fantasies or feelings but how can he not with you sharing feelings about your father here on line. Is he blind and you are not printing these stories in brail?

  17. @Lloyd: My husband would have to know about my blog for him to be able to read it. Absolutely no one knows about my secret identity as DMM! And I hope to keep it that way.

  18. I have a young teenaged daughter. This story is so hot it makes me weak. I feel I have to stop reading it. It is making me jerk off every night. I just can’t stop reading it.

  19. Hey there,

    These stories are incredible. I’ve read lots of Daddy/daughter fantasy stories with all kinds of different dynamics, speeds, back stories, desire driven shame and lust etc, but this is just perfect! I write my own, but haven’t put enough time into getting them into a publishable state.

    Thank you so much for sharing your real life history and inspiration, it’s a beautiful way to wrap up each chapter. I’m sorry you don’t feel safe to share your fantasy with your husband. I had shame for my varied fantasy’s for many years, but have been honest with all my partners for years now, and am known warming and playfully amongst my good vanilla friends as “Daddio”, and have manage to have wonderful 6 Daughters to love and pervert (I’m not a parent, I’m talking lovers here), including two wonderful polyamorous relationships where my primary girlfriend introduced my secondary girlfriend to Daddy’s secret games (“Daddy, I think Ruthie is ready, do you?” “Shut up Ruthie, Daddy and I are talking, come into his room and strip and lie on the bed like this. Daddy, come in and check if she’s ready!”), fuck it got hot having two live in wonderful women I was in love with that loved spending the many nights in Daddy’s bed encouraging each other (and supporting me) to get dirtier, and being lucky enough to have this situation happen twice (so far)).

    Anyhow, sorry for going on, this was really meant to be a thanks for your very hot and well written works, but I also want to inspire people to be brave sharing their fantasies with their lovers. Fear really is usually misleading. I’ve shared this roleplay obsession of mine with about 20 people (from serious long term partners to friends (occasional lovers) that ended up back at out place sometimes, playing this game with 7 connected lovers is amazing ;)) so far. ALL of them (including me) started a bit freaked out by the idea it just MUST be wrong, but EVERY one of them ended up loving the roleplay we did, and many have come up to me years later and said cute things like “You fucked me up Daddy! Now I’m obsessed like you, and now I have to explain to my partners what you had to explain to me! But it’s so hot and you’re right, there is nothing immoral about consensual fantasy, and it’s such a loving dynamic for BDSM play”.

    Looking forward to Chapter 6. I reckon you could get this published on Smashwords, it’s really excellent writing, and the speed and detail level is a perfect balance of a slow descent with no way back and staying so hot that I can’t stop masturating the whole way through every chapter.

    Thank you again, I shall be sharing this with my ex Daughters :)

    And fuck it, I’ll be brave again. My name here is my FL name too.

    Horny regards,

    HappySlut aka SirDaddyKink

  20. P.S. I forgot to say that you’ve nailed one of the hottest bits for this Daddy, having my “Daughter” bravely wake my desire, and that desire overwhelming my control, or perhaps more accurately the desire becoming what controlled me. Who could resist Rachael!

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