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"Please, Daddy, please, Daddy, please?" my oldest daughter, Madelynn, whined one afternoon home from school. It had become a daily routine for her to beg for the 15-minute car ride home. Every weekday. I parent with great patience, but everybody has a limit.
She wanted a relatively expensive car for her birthday. I had no opposition to gifting her a car, but giving her something so expensive for so little effort on her part didn't seem right to me. Her arguments boiled down to the fact that she wanted it, her friends had similarly priced cars, and she would get a job to pay it back.
Frankly, none of her arguments was quite convincing. I was firmly against bowing down to peer pressure, especially so early and with something so trivial. The thought of my precious daughter slaving away at a low-wage job didn't fill my heart with joy either. She certainly wanted the car, though; that much was clear. She'd been pulling the same stunt for a month. I turned out her begging, figuring the occasional "no" would suffice for conversation as it had in the past.
We arrived home and entered my large house. My wife was at a book club, and her sisters were still at school. I yawned and sprawled out on the couch. I figured Madelynn would go and study or do something else, but with her birthday being tomorrow, she wasn't in the mood to give up.
"Please, daddy, please, daddy, please!" she continued to beg. "I'll do anything!"
I snorted. "Don't say things like that," I chastised without thinking.
"Why not?" she countered. "I really mean it, anything at all!"
"Just- don't phrase it like that," I complained. Perhaps I'd been corrupted by some lousy pornos, but I could've sworn that phrase had only been used in a sexual context.
I'd successfully distracted her from her car now, though. "Why can't I say that? I do really mean it," she asked.
"Well-" I sighed. I had already given her the sex talk of sorts, but it was never easy to talk about that sort of thing with your daughter. "If you use it too often, some unscrupulous men might think you mean it."
"I do mean it," she countered immediately.
"I mean like-" I sighed again. "They might see it as a way to get you to have sex with them," I said.
You might find my response weird, but I have an excellent relationship with my girls. I tell them the whole truth whenever they ask, when it's developmentally appropriate. I knew kids my daughter's age were having sex, and there was a decent chance she had already had sex, too. Certainly, I started around her age, and she was more than pretty enough to attract attention. I thought it best to educate her on the ways boys and men might exploit any situation for sex. Not because I thought my daughter shouldn't have sex ever, just that I wanted her to enjoy it whenever she did have it.
I was fighting desperately to keep the redness out of my cheeks.
Madelynn gasped. "Oh, Daddy, how naughty," she said in an almost singsong voice.
I expected some teasing. I rolled my eyes. "What can I say?" I complained. "I'm an adult and I think about adult things. You'll see it one day, too."
"..." She was silent for a moment.
"And if I already see it that way?" she asked pretty timidly. "See you that way..." she added in a voice so low I almost couldn't hear her.
I shot her a look. "What does that mean?" I asked.
She shrugged, looking bashful suddenly. "I meant what I said," she said quietly.
I took a sharp breath inwards. Her implication was suddenly clear to me. I took her in as if I were seeing her for the first time. She had long, curly, light brown hair and brown eyes that were the same as her mother's. I noticed she was wearing lipstick and relatively light makeup. She was in a tube top, which I hadn't even noticed, that shaped her boobs nicely. Her tight-fitting shorts gave her a nice bottom figure, too.
I bit the inside of my mouth. Not 15 minutes ago, my sweet and innocent angel daughter was simply begging for a new fancy car. Still, now she was in the midst of a negotiation. I felt like a hostage. "Maddie-" I began, trying my best to put on my fatherly-lecture type voice.
"Please, daddy, please, daddy, please!" she begged again, her eyes bore into my soul, her lip quivered just a bit. My dick twitched. Not a good sign. I looked away, a sign of weakness, but it was all I could do to control myself. The sight of my 15-year-old begging me for sex and a car now was... it was too much to handle. I should've just said no. I should've gotten up and walked away. I should've done anything but what I did do.
"That isn't right. It's illegal, "I argued halfheartedly.
She shook her head almost violently, her curls bounced around her face."You always told me that laws don't determine what's right."
That was true. "But still-" she cut off my rebuttal.
"And you told me you wanted me to have fun while having sex with someone I trust! I trust you, Dad, I trust you will make me feel good, that I can make you feel good, and that you'll get me a car for it."
I bit my lip again. I stared her down. "Not just once," I said, implicitly accepting her offer. "Whenever I want until you move out. Those are the terms" this was high-stakes flirting if I've ever experienced it. The plausible deniability was paper-thin. I was already rock hard, and she'd probably noticed. I was honestly expecting, or maybe hoping, she'd back out. To admit she had just been saying it all just to get me excited. But the opposite happened.
Her face lit up with the biggest grin I'd seen in a while. She all but tackled me, wrapped her arms around me. "Oh, thank you, Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed. Her hips moved sensually on top of me, and I could feel my penis stirring underneath her.
I hugged her close to me, my fatherly thoughts slipping away as the excited, cute girl clung to me. "You'll have to prove it to me," I whispered to her. My hands explored her back. "Now"
She scrambled back to her feet. "Do you mean- now-now?" she repeated back to me as if for confirmation. I nodded, my eyes roaming over her form. "Should we do it on the bed, or just right here on the couch? Like do it, do it, or just a blow job? " she asked, her words tripping over her tongue on their way out of her mouth.
She was clearly nervous. I'd been such a careful father in the past, never touching her anywhere I shouldn't. "Maddie, breathe '' I reminded her as calmly and maturely as I could. She took several deep breaths.
After she calmed down, I explained to her. "When I say now, I mean now. Here and now, okay? Those are the terms. It's not too late to back out," I reminded her.
I could tell I was stressing her, but I couldn't stop. The terms of the agreement had to be absolute. She nodded, but she wouldn't meet my eye. She just stood in front of me, almost like she was waiting for me to lead the way. I just sat.
"Prove you mean it. First undress." I commanded her.
Her hands went for the bottom of her tube top. I watched expectantly as her nimble fingers reached under it and began lifting. Before long, the fabric was stretched out over her tits, catching briefly on them before being slid off to join the rest of the discarded garments pooled at our feet.
I just stared. I knew her size to be 34C, as I had previously bought her bras. But knowing and seeing were two different things. I did my best not to let my emotions show on my face.
Her hands dropped down to her shorts, and she slid them down. Revealing some bright baby blue panties. Her skin was already so creamy; I couldn't help but imagine how smooth she felt. Soon enough, she took those off too, and she stood bare for me.
She hesitated, which of course, wouldn't do. "You can stop if you want to," I said, "but the deal is when I say we fuck, we fuck. okay?" I rechallenged her conviction. She nodded.
"If you're still okay with this, undress me now," I said, standing up. She approached me and began undressing me. I savored her gentle touch as she removed each article of clothing. I allowed a shiver to run up my spine as she finished removing my underwear.
So there we were, father and daughter, completely naked in front of each other. Eyeing each other closely. I sat down on the couch. "No shame in backing out'' I said, spreading my legs, allowing my cock to stand straight up. It was twitching with anticipation.
"Okay," she said quietly as if it were her final answer. Then she was crawling onto the couch with me, settling her soft, curvy body on mine. She seemed hesitant, scared. I took control. I sat her down on my lap, her back to my stomach, so that my cock was in between her legs. She could look down and see what was about to enter her. I cupped her breasts, which were quite perky, and her nipples were erect. I rolled them in between my fingers, and seemingly involuntarily, she closed her thighs around my cock.
I leaned forward, putting my mouth next to her ear, smelling the kid's strawberry shampoo she still used. "Just relax," I whispered. "And when you're ready, get up and put my dick in your pussy."
Even in our position, I felt bad saying such crass things to my daughter. But the feelings overwhelmed me. I released her breasts and sat back, watching her back, her long brown curls sway as she slowly rocked back and forth on my cock, gathering up the courage to impale herself. It was difficult to tell what she was thinking, having only a slender back and locks of hair to consult. My hands caressed her back and sides, as sexy as they were. You could tell her shoulders were underdeveloped, her ribs poking out with every breath. It was several minutes before she moved her legs to the couch and stood halfway up. The sudden absence of her heat made me crave her all the more.
Then her fingers delicately grasped my cock. It felt like the tendrils of heaven were wrapping around my dick. She reached between her legs with one hand to guide it to her pussy. It was suspicious to me that she didn't need more guidance, but I suppose porn wasn't exactly difficult to come by these days. Her body stayed above my cock, for what seemed like an eternity. I was standing at attention at a gateway to pleasure. Then the grip tightened, the hand disappeared, and my penis entered my daughter's tight, warm body.
I immediately moaned with satisfaction. I almost couldn't believe how warm she was, how soft and wet she felt around the head of my cock. I wanted to reach out and slam her the rest of the way down, but I restrained myself. Instead, my hands moved upwards, towards her shoulders, and gave her a slight back rub. "Good girl," I purred. "Just like that, take a little more and more as time goes on," I instructed her. She rocked her hips up and down slowly and deliberately as she slid a bit lower on my shaft. My daughter's pussy felt better than anything I could've imagined.
It took several agonizing minutes before she reached the base of my cock, but it was worth it. When she arrived, she sat for a minute, her head turned slightly to the right, her face flushed. I was muttering words of encouragement and massaging her back, chest, and pussy all the while. I was surprised how neatly her ass fit onto my lap with my dick in her pussy.
My dick throbbed in her, begging for release. "Now's when I really start fucking you," I muttered into my daughter's ear. She nodded. I stood up, holding her on my cock and carrying her like I had so many times before. Except now her pussy was stretched over my penis. I carried her to a wall where I pushed her up against it with a little thump. I placed one hand on her hips and another on her chest in between her tits to support her weight.
She braced herself against the wall and wrapped her legs around my back. I started rocking my hips as slowly as she had. It wasn't long before I was picking up the pace. She moaned softly, and I was trying my hardest not to be too loud as I pounded her into the wall. I groaned in satisfaction and pleasure with every stroke, enjoying the feeling of my daughter's cunt encompassing my cock. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her breathing was labored as she took every thrust.
I sped up even more, fucking her at what must be my max pace; each stroke was more forceful, more satisfying than the last. I knew it wouldn't be long now.
I came in a rush, exploding in her pussy. My legs shook a bit. It took a moment before I could come back to myself and catch my breath. I hadn't had an orgasm that intense in years.
I sighed and gently withdrew myself from my daughter, carefully setting her down on the floor. She stumbled a bit as if she'd forgotten how to walk before leaning against the wall.
I looked down to see cum was seeping out of her pussy. She was standing in it, and the little that hadn't spilled onto the floor was sliding down her inner thigh. It was the sexiest sight I've ever seen.
"Do I- get my car now?" she asked a little hesitantly. She'd reached down and was scooping the cum out of her pussy and legs with her hands. She sniffed the goop and then decided to put it in her mouth. She made a repulsed face, but my dick hardened again at the sight of her eating my cum anyway.
I hadn't had such a quick turnaround since I was a teenager myself.
"First, we're going to fuck again," I decided aloud. "You can choose where and how, though," I said, since I chose last time. "This time I'll make you cum" I said. "We'll get to the car thing after," I promised her. I figured that was a decent deal, at the very least fair.
My daughter was just licking cum from her fingers. She seemed to mull over her choice as she swallowed my spunk. "How about my bed?" she suggested after some consideration.
I just nodded, and we were off to her bed.
I was determined to be a kind and giving lover this time around, if for no other reason than she wouldn't start to resent me.
She lay on her bed with her nubile legs spread out, and I knelt down, placing my head between her knees. I started to lick my cum out of her pussy with my tongue. She gasped with every little lap. My tongue danced over her labia. Her hips rose to meet me, and I began to eat her pussy more fervently.
My tongue explored every nook and cranny of my daughter's pussy, drinking in the sweet juices. She was bucking against me as I pleased her; her hands were entangled in my hair, pulling my head as close to her as I could. I responded by kissing her pussy deeply.
I lapped her clit with my tongue, causing her body to shake with pleasure. She squealed. She started grinding on my face, and her body convulsed with orgasm. I rose from her pussy, licking her juices off my face, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
Then my dick was at her pussy, my cum and hers made entrance easy enough. She gasped, and I thrust the entirety of my cock into her. It felt significantly better than it had the first time, or even in the first few minutes of the first time. Her cunt was already so familiar. I couldn't help but let a satisfied moan out.
I looked at my daughter to make sure she wasn't uncomfortable or scared, and she looked at me too. She had her arms splayed out, her mouth slightly agape, and her eyes were half lidded with pleasure. She looked as if she had entered a trance, and all I wanted to do was fuck her hard and fast. There was no reason for me to hold back, so I began fucking her again.
Owing to my recent cumming I was likely to last much longer this time around, which meant I didn't worry at all about going too fast. I was fascinated with the way Maddie's boobs jiggled with each thrust. Her perky tits looked so fucking hot as they bounced with me pounding my dick into her cunt.
I reached down to touch them. I played with her nipples in my fingers, rolling and squeezing them in between my fingers as I continued fucking her.
She let out little meowing noises and little moans, which grew more and more intense with each passing second. The heat between her legs grew even warmer, and she seemed to be trying to grab my dick with her pussy.
I leaned down to kiss her as I fucked her, and our tongues battled with each other. The kiss was hot and wet and intense, just like our lovemaking. Her body shook beneath me, and I knew she was cumming again. The contractions of her cunt drove me wild. I continued to fuck her, not stopping this time to let her ride out her orgasm.
"I'm going to fuck you for as long as I want. I'm going to keep going for as long as I like," I grunted as I fucked her with as much force and speed as I could muster. She whimpered at my words, but she didn't object or tell me no. So I kept going. I could've cum easily, but I was so enjoying fucking her that I couldn't help it. Her pussy felt like it was made for my cock, like it was meant for me to use as I liked.
It felt so fucking good. So right. My dick throbbed.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck!" my daughter cried as I pounded her, "daddy!" she squealed as if I'd broken through a mental barrier, and I kept fucking her as she came on my cock. It felt like it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt. Her pussy milked my cock in waves, like her cunt was a hungry little mouth begging me for cum.
"Yes. Just like that, baby," I groaned in pleasure, "cum for me. cum again for me." She obliged. Her back arched up from the bed, and her eyes rolled up in her head, and I kept going. Her whole body shook as I continued fucking her as hard as I could. Her pussy tightened around me as she came again on my cock, her entire body shaking like an earthquake.
And eventually we were finished, drenched in cum and sweat, we raced off to the dealer to secure a white jeep before closing...