Baby Girl Anon

Some of the best memories of my early childhood are when my Dad took us on camping trips. They were these grand affairs; we’d stock up the Patrol with food and supplies, attach a camper trailer and hit the road to some far out and secluded area to detach from the rest of the world for a while.

Since my mum passed away he kind of put it on the back-burner. It’s not that we never went, it’s more that he never really put the same amount of effort into it as he used to. In a way, I was kind of glad that he did because for a while it didn’t feel right to enjoy ourselves as much as we did when we were a family.

But, time heals all wounds. In the lead up to my last break before my final semester in high school I suggested that we spend it on the most epic camping trip we could concoct. It had been 7 years and I thought it was high time that we put the fun back into it all.

The suggestion was met with enthusiasm and we spent the next couple of weeks planning it all out. My Dad is a bit of an off-roading buff, so he’d spend insane amounts of time and money getting the 4X4 specc’d out for all terrains.

On the eve of the break period we were 100% prepared. Morning came and we were up and on the road at the break of dawn. We hit the freeway as the morning chill abated.

As the precious warm crept over, a familiar stirring called to me. Even so long after everything began, I always found myself the most horny in the mornings. I looked at my Dad with a hungry smile. “Hey, Dad…”

“Hm?” He responded, keeping his eyes on the road. When I said nothing further he turned to glance at me. He saw the look in my eye and mirrored my smile. “Is there something I can help you with, Little Miss?”

“Not at all.” I replied, reaching over and pressing my hand against his groin. “I think I’ll help myself.”

It was a joke he’d normally have directed at me when stealing food from my plate. I revelled in the chance to turn such jokes back on him. He laughed as I fondled and pulled his zipper down.

“Just as well I don’t have to change gears any time soon then. We’re on this road for a while yet.”

Shifting his underwear out of the way, I pulled his gradually stiffening member from its confines and audibly sighed. I had found that I had a tendency to admire his manhood at any given time. I suppose it’s some form of cock worship. That, or the fact that I can view and fondle (and a bunch of other more delightful things) my own Dad’s most intimate parts was just the thrill of the taboo.

“Come on, kid. Less looky, more sucky. Don’t leave me hangin’!” I poked my tongue out at him. “Yeah, use that gorgeous part of you!”

I let go and moved back into my seat. “I probably shouldn’t.” Faux concern laced heavily in my tone. “What if you get too distracted and we crash?”

Dad’s face darkened. “Do you want me to turn this car around? I’ll turn this car around,” The desperation in his voice left a too wide grin on my face. “and when we get home I’ll tie you to your bed and… uh…” He was re-thinking the ‘threat’.

“Wow.” I dead-panned. “Of all the threats you’ve made, that had to be the worst.” We’d never done anything bondage-related, though the way he had just said it had me curious as to how he’d have finished that sentence. I leaned over and kissed at the base of his shaft. “Come on, Dad. Tell me more.” I slowly began trailing my lips upwards. “You’ll tie me to my bed and…?”

A devious smile played upon his features and I knew more sass was inbound. I readied my teeth.

“Well I was gonna say… ‘and leave you there while I go on a camping trip.’ I didn’t think that would get me a blowjob though.” Nip! “Ah! Ok!” He chuckled and squirmed before clearing his throat. “I would tie you to the bed…”

“Yeah, and?” My tongue pressed against the underside of his head causing him to blissfully exhale. He looked down at me and I smiled. “Eyes on the road…”

We’d never really tried dirty talk up until that point. Mostly because we both knew that it’d likely end with us cracking up in fits of laughter - it’s just how our combined temperaments are. Sure, I would call him “Daddy” during our more intimate moments because I knew he really liked it when I did. And he would call me “Baby Girl” for exactly the same reasons. But proper dirty talk? Not generally, but the way things were going I was willing to see how it would progress.

“I would kiss at your inner thighs.” He continued. “Moving my lips slowly up, but not giving you what you want, oh no. I would bypass that fun spot and continue up over your stomach and between those gorgeous breasts of yours.”

Fuck, he was turning me on. I suddenly wondered how we hadn’t properly tried this before now, he was good! I rewarded his wordplay by slipping his head into my mouth and gradually rolling my tongue over and under in a gentle but passionate kiss.

Another breath of ecstasy escaped from his mouth sending an ache to my nethers. I live for the sounds of pleasure he makes. Reaching down I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand in, pressing against the hot desire within. Meanwhile, I let him slide further into a slow, deep descent.

“But I won’t even move my kisses to your breasts. I’ll move up higher to your neck, then your shoulder, then back up to your neck where I’ll whisper in your ear that I want to hear you beg for me to do more. That I want to hear that beautiful mouth I gave you ache with the need for me.” He let out a soft moan and pushed his hips up. “And what a perfect mouth it is too.”

My head was swimming in his fantasy. Once again I had unlocked a new and exciting side of my Dad I never knew existed. It dawned on me that I had spent most of my childhood getting to know my Dad; loving, nurturing and caring. Since we had started our relationship beyond that I had been getting to know the man behind that. And I was only scratching the surface, it seems.

He looked down at me and started chuckling. “Aw, you alright down there Baby Girl?” I really was caught up in his sultry words, because I had no idea what he was on about. “I thought something was wrong at first when you stopped, but the look on your face says it all.”

I must have been a sight to behold; curved awkwardly around the gear stick, hand down my pants and I guess a look on my face that showed how desperately I wanted to enact everything he was describing. I felt my cheeks flush and pulled him out from my mouth.

“You have no idea how close I was to actually begging you to do more.”

“Hmmm..” He smiled and blindly reached over to pull my hand out, replacing it with his own. I felt a finger curl and dip into me. I let out my own moan, but it soon turned to an incredulous whine as he pulled out again.

“Dad!” It was a long, pathetic whinge. The incredulity, however turned back to arousal at the sight of him sucking my wet slick from his finger. By the smug look on his face, I knew he was doing his best to torture me. I wasn’t even mad though, he had so successfully whipped me up into such a frenzied state of readiness that I was more than happy to give him the begging he wanted.

“Daddy…” My voice was trembling with need. “Please, fuck me?”

A carnal look in his eyes joined the smirk on his lips. “There’s an exit coming up, baby. Hopefully we can find somewhere secluded enough after that. Meanwhile…” He trailed off and pulled my head closer to his waiting hardness.

I grinned and complied.

—–

So either it took forever to find a private enough spot, or Dad was taking more advantage of my willing mouth than he should have. Either way was good for me though, I was enjoying watching him and listening to his gentle cusses and groans of pleasure.

I eventually had to move back to my seat as we broke off from the motorway so that he could manoeuvre the gear stick. In the interest of keeping him firm I kept my hand on him, massaging his length and fondling his balls.

We finally pulled into a dead-end road on an unfinished estate in semi-rural somewhere or another. There was a thick line of trees to one side of us and a good stretch of road to the other, affording fair warning were anyone to drive too close.

“This is nice.” I said. The scenery was actually quite pleasant, but we only took it in for a few brief moments before we simultaneously sprung into action. Belts came off, seats slid back and pants were torn off with abandon. I practically threw myself onto his waiting lap. There was no further ceremony; I lowered myself down onto him in one hard movement.

We both grunted as he plunged deep into my aching intimates. This wasn’t to be the typical lovemaking session we’d more often than not taken to. This was straight up, hardcore, fucking. Our movements were wild, our sounds were loud and primal. He was so hard and deep that it even hurt a little, but I didn’t care. I just moaned and screamed with the pain and the pleasure.

His hands held and pulled at my hips as they ground into his. I grabbed them and moved them up to my breasts. He slid them under my top and pulled my bra up with it. I cried out when he flicked at my nipples and pinched.

“I’m almost there, Baby Girl.”

“Me too.” Laboured breaths punctuated each word. “Just do it.”

“What?”

I leaned down and kissed him, stopping my rhythm only to look him dead in the eyes in order to make it absolutely clear. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Don’t say no.” I straightened back up and resumed gyrating my hips into him. “Or I’ll stop.” I added the threat.

There was a look of panic in his eyes. We had always been really careful. We’d had a long discussion about the topic in fact. Previous agreement stated that we wouldn’t risk it. But I was so caught up in this… animalistic act that I was willing to throw caution to the wind, even for just this one time.

For a while it seemed like his panic wouldn’t abate and I was worried that he was going to lose interest. But then they suddenly steeled and what I saw next was such a fiery lust that it burned away all anxiety.

He held my nipples hard and long, thrusting up to meet my every dip. I was on the brink when he pulled me close by the back of the neck and we locked eyes. There was a split moment of silence before he let out a guttural cry and released his orgasm into me.

The sensation caught me off guard, I didn’t know that it would be somehow hotter than his already raging cock, but it was. As he pulsed more into me I finally tipped over the edge and braced my hands behind me on the wheel. My back arched as a long, course moan burst from my throat. My world briefly went white from the sheer force of it.

Our bodies shuddered together as the main climax subsided and I collapsed forward onto him. We kissed and touched our foreheads together. After an age of our chests heaving into each other I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a peculiar look in his own.

“I’m depraved, aren’t I?” I asked, it was a sincere concern. I had, after all given him no choice in the matter of cumming inside his own daughter.

“Yeah, kid; you are.” He chuckled when I shot him a narrow-eyed look. “God help me though, because so am I.” He pulled me into another kiss. “Now how about we get back to this camping trip?”

In as childlike a manner as I could evoke, I cheered. “Yay!” Throwing my hands up in the air.

He pinched my overly sensitive nipples as I did so. I yelped, swatting his hands out of the way before aiming a punch into his gut. He laughed and coughed whilst I dismounted. Such was the way things were with us, and such is the way they still are.

As it so happens that first time wasn’t a fluke; far from it in fact. From that day on our whole relationship gradually grew and evolved into something I consider to be rather unique.

The coming year saw us experimenting with not only each other’s bodies, but also with what we exactly had as far as our relationship was concerned. I couldn’t get enough of this new side of him and the feeling was thoroughly reciprocated. He was hungry for me and when his eyes showed it I couldn’t contain the shudder of arousal that followed.

We began finding out new and varied ways to turn each other on. The taboo of what we were doing was exciting enough, of course. But we seemed to get a kick out of adding modifiers into the mix. We quickly found out that the idea of getting caught was a clear favourite.

The first time we tried it was when I had some friends over for a movie night. We have a big lounge and TV, so movie nights tend to be around ours. Dad also loves his surround sound, and so do I for that matter.

Dad got along really well with my friends at the time, him and mum had me at a fairly young age so the generation gap wasn’t too wide. So when he wished us good night to retreat to his bedroom we all insisted that he join us. The theme of the night was sci fi and horror, and after his perusal of the pile of DVDs I knew he enjoyed he exasperatedly conceded to our request.

The other three girls and I started the night on the floor sprawled out on bean bags so all the snacks were easily within reach. I had taken to teasing Dad with a quick flash every now and then, so occasionally I would look up and back at him while holding my top aloft so that he could get a good look. It was driving him crazy through that first movie, at one point he mimed a spank and I just responded with a hopeful grin.

The first movie drew to a close and we all did the snack and toilet shuffle. My Dad, understandably stayed on the couch because his daughter is obviously a wicked little girl who delights in his torture (these are his words to me after the fact).

When we reconvened, I used the excuse of a sore neck to stretch out on the couch with my Dad. With the next movie on track I laid my head on his lap and squirmed my cheek against his crotch. I got a pinched butt cheek in retaliation. In quick form I countered by turning my head and gently biting the prominent shape formed behind his flannel pants. He wasn’t very hard yet, but it was hot and had a bit of give. I would rectify this in good time.

When I turned my head back to the TV, I saw one of the girls turn around to looked at us. “Shit!” I thought, I hadn’t even done anything yet and I’d already been caught. But luckily, that wasn’t the case.

“Awww, I wish my dad snuggled with me like that.” The others turned to look as well. All the while I could feel him slowly growing harder against my cheek, out of sight.

I just smiled and made a point of looking very comfy and further grinding into the solidifying form beneath me. “I love my Daddy.”

“And I love you, Baby Girl.”

A sickeningly sweet chorus of “Awww!” immediately followed before everyone returned to the movie. When I felt comfortable that they were all engrossed with the screen I turned to look up at him with a smirk.

He shook his head slowly and mouthed a long “Nooooo.” But he couldn’t hide the burgeoning smile on his lips, nor the blood rushing to his nethers. I parodied his long “No” with a long “Yes” as I went to pull at the elastic rim of his pants. He made a few successful swats of my hand but I eventually found purchase and pulled to let him spring free.

Without hesitation I opened wide and drew him into my mouth. One of the girls shifted on a beanbag and I foolishly just froze in place. It was probably a silly thing to do as I should have immediately covered it all up. But hell, I think a part of me wanted to be caught - which was kind of the point. There are no reasonable explanations for having your own father’s cock in your mouth as your friends sit barely a meter away. Yet here we were and the excitement of it all was sending my pulse into overdrive.

The movie we were watching was Army of Darkness and Ash had just fought his way out of the pit. Never one to turn down an opportunity for a good joke, I looked up at my Dad, gave him a good squeeze and mimed along with Bruce Campbell, “This is my BOOM stick!”. I hadn’t anticipated that he would actually laugh out loud, but luckily my reflexes were finally in gear and I pulled over a cushion just before everyone turned around.

We looked at each other with a grin and he chimed in with. “Sorry, inside joke.”

When they looked to me I just shrugged, “Don’t look at me, I think he’s nuts!” He gave me a playful whack on the head and everyone resumed watching. We sniggered together and he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“You’re in so much trouble, you know that?”

Ever the cheeky one, I merely responded with my prized grin. Inwardly though, the way he said that only spurred on my heat. Well, if I was already in trouble, I may as well see how deep I could dig. I rolled over to face him, giving him a look that told him what I wanted. He watched the other girls as he pulled himself out from under the cushion.

I smiled. I wouldn’t say that I had my Dad under my thumb, he could still be pretty damn authoritative when he needed to be. But I loved when he responded to my generally silent cues. It was my own little power over him and yet another reason why I found being with him like this so exhilarating.

I contemplated teasing him further, but I think he saw the look on my face and doused any such thought with a thrust of his hips and a tug of my head. My whole body shook in silent fits of laughter. He gestured to his ready state and slapped the back of one hand to the other’s palm in a “Snap to it!” motion.

As I sobered up, I gave him a salute and took him in. His head lulled back in that way I love and he blinked slowly before remembering the situation we were in. He kept an eye on the girls as his hands took my head to guide me into a rhythm.

I’ve always loved watching his face when I go down on him. Every tiny move I make elicits all manner of twitches upon his details. From the furrow of his brow as I pull him in deep, to the way he bites his bottom lip when I work my tongue over his head and down his shaft. Even the eye contact we share is just so damn hot and intimate.

A few times, I heard movement on the beanbags behind me. He would instantly let go and make like he was just watching the movie. During these moments I worked extra hard kissing and suckling on the underside of his head because it normally got the best reactions out of him.

When it was apparently safe he would shoot me a narrow-eyed look that told me I had successfully dug my hole even deeper. There was movement again and I saw my Dad shrug while looking down, “She just drifted off.”

“Oi!” One of the girls barked in my direction. There was more beanbag movement and I felt all eyes on me.

“Mmmph?” I feigned a sleepy grunt around a mouthful. A grin spread wide on my Dad’s face and I made a mental note to bite a little if we got through this.

“We’re only two movies in. Don’t flake on us now!”

Carefully, I let him slip out so I could talk. “I’m just resting my eyes. I’ll be up for the next one.”

“You’d better or we’ll pull you off the couch!”

I shuffled a little as I moved in to wrap my lips around him once again. “Mmhmm.” I responded to the affirmative. A rustling of beans saw them re position to watch the TV once more. It was at this point that I realised how hard my Dad was. My heart was fiercely beating in my chest from the encounter and I felt his pulse on my tongue.

We were both pumped with adrenaline, we were almost completely intoxicated with it. He took my head in his hands with a wink and a smile. I gave him a nod; this would be it. We’d already survived a couple close encounters and needed to finish before the movie did.

The sounds of battle rang out all around us. It was one of the movie’s final scenes - the deadline was set. He pushed my head down, deep and hard. By now I’d had a bit of practice with taking his entire length. I couldn’t do it for very long but it was a skill I planned on perfecting for him and he knew my limits.

His rough side came to the fore and before long my head was bouncing up and down, his stiffness driving into me like a piston. It didn’t take very long, I had a feeling he was holding back for a while before that.

He let go and his hips arched into me. The next moment his hot orgasm gushed into my mouth. He was being remarkably silent, I was in awe. I looked up to find him holding his breath with an exquisite look upon his face. He shuddered with one final push before his hips collapsed back to the couch.

Due to the angle I was in, I hadn’t done a very good job of keeping his ejaculate contained within my mouth. He drew attention to this by wiping his thumb over the run-off. I let him open my mouth and I suckled it clean. This was the first time he’d done anything like this before and I can honestly say that it’s one of the hottest things he’s done.

He gave me another wink and mouthed the words, “That’s my girl.” before nodding his head towards the TV. I gave his cock one final, deep kiss and rolled back over. Appropriately, the scene playing was Ash unloading into the zombie she-bitch back in the real world. We’d finished up just in time.

I felt him shift as he put himself away. His taste still lingered and it was one I had grown to very much appreciate. As Ash kissed the girl and the credits began to roll all I could think of was how we could possibly beat this. I was excited to find out.

I’ve been somewhat of a lifelong sufferer of night terrors ever since I was 11. My mum passed away earlier that year and it’s stuck with me for the past 13 years since.

I’m an only child and a daddy’s girl at that so when it first started occurring he would come in and console me when it was over and we’d end up both falling asleep snuggled up until morning.

Can’t remember when but at some point I started noticing his morning woods digging into me some mornings. It was all funny and innocent then, mind you. He’d be all apologetic and noticeably embarrassed when I brought attention to it.

What I do remember though is the morning it actually started turning me on. I was 14 and woke up with that familiar jab and for the first time I wondered what it would be like to feel him inside me. Before you start wondering, no my dad never showed any interest in me of that nature. I was never conditioned by him in anything sexual.

I knew that he was a deep sleeper as some mornings I could climb right over him to go to the bathroom and he wouldn’t even flinch. Over the next few times I began testing the waters. Some days I would edge my butt into his crotch to feel him pressed against my nethers. Others I would try unbuttoning his boxers to feel his hot, hard flesh with my fingers.

I was being driven crazy by the prospect of what I would be able to do. It took me at least a year of torturing myself like this before I finally got the courage to try something more… extreme.

I was 15. I’d never had sex with a guy but given my fair share of blowjobs. I’d long broken myself though thanks to my trusty dildo bought for me by an older friend. I ended up not really sleeping that night after a particularly nasty episode.

It was in the dark hours of the morning, I’d been having test feels for a while til I finally found that he was at his full glory. He was laying on his side which was perfect. I unbuttoned, pulled him out and rolled over. I was a knot of nerves by this point. When I steadied my breathing, I made the slow shuffle towards him.

After a few aching moments of fumbling aim it finally happened - my daddy’s cock was inside me. I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped me. I was weak and giddy and so fucking horny.

I rocked into him and savoured every moment. Every single sound seemed amplified; my breathing, the bed springs, even my grip on the metal headboard frame seemed loud.

I stopped just before I came, for fear the ecstacy would get the better of me. It was agony not to be able to just grind hard into him and just let myself cry out as my every being gave in for him. But I chickened out. That time anyway…

—–

Suffice to say, this experience was a rush - and I grew very addicted to the excitement. The next few attempts weren’t nearly as successful, in fact my night terrors were getting to be few and far between. On the rare occasion that I managed to slip into a similar position I was only met with frustration because I would freak out about waking him and be left unsatisfied.

With the lack of night terrors bringing him to my room, I began going to his. It got to a point where my body had trained itself to wake up in the early hours of the morning and be instantly aroused. It was awkward trying to do anything though. He almost always woke up when I tested him with a prod or a cough.

I wanted so much more from him, but it’s not as though I could just bring it up in discussion. “How was school, Baby Girl?”, “It was okay. Oh hey, do you want to commit incest with me?”. As much fun as I was having with him, I was a mess. He was my obsession, and it was tearing me apart.

He knew something was up with me and one day asked if anything was wrong. Like a silly little girl I just bawled and asked him to hold me. I didn’t say anything or do anything. I was just glad for the closeness.

The next morning I crept in and found him poking out of his boxers invitingly. As ever I was crazy horny and decided to try something I actually hadn’t done yet. I wanted to taste him. So I leaned over the bed and brushed his tip with my tongue. My heart leapt into my throat when he grunted in response. Me being the wreckless idiot I was, I’d forgotten to test if he was properly asleep.

But by then though my patience had worn thin. I went down and took as much of him in my mouth as I could. When I reached my limit I looked up to watch his face. He hadn’t woken up. I slowly began to move my head, he felt amazing moving in and out of my mouth. He started moaning and moving his hips. I realised then that he was waking up.

There was nothing I could do now to get away with it. Adrenaline exploded throughout my entire body. His movements and the sounds he made were only spurring me on. I went down on him with an almost ravenous hunger, watching his face the entire time. When he was finally awake enough, he looked down. Our eyes locked and I could see the confusion and indecision etched in his face. I knew, that even for a split-second he was trying to decide if he should stop his own daughter from continuing to pleasure him.

He gasped as I regained rhythm, but the next words out of his mouth were an agony. “No, Baby Girl. Stop. Don’t do this.” I gave a petulant whimper and moved faster out of desperation as though it would either change his mind or make him orgasm into my eager mouth. But he squirmed away and I felt him slide out of my mouth.

In a last ditch effort I tried to seduce him with sweet words. “Please daddy, I want you so bad.” But no sooner had I said them that I fell into another mess of sobs. I couldn’t contain the anguish. I don’t know if I was crying because I was caught, or because he had rejected me. He didn’t say anything and just took me in his arms with gentle shushing sounds. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long.

He took the day off work and called my school with some medical excuse. I didn’t do very much for most of the morning. Just stared at nothing. He made breakfast and we silently ate. I could barely look at him for fear of seeing disgust or anger or disappointment in his eyes.

I went into the lounge room as he cleaned up and he joined me a little while later. He still said nothing and I was grateful for that.

I broke the silence and things went from there. He asked questions and I asked questions. We were generally getting a lay off the land. It was a surprisingly honest conversation. I told him how long it had been going on and what I’d… accomplished.

It went on for hours. I told him what I wanted and that I wasn’t ashamed of it. By the end he told me he wasn’t angry but that he needed to think. He made a point of asking me not to do anything again. I of course complied.

The next few days went by as if nothing had happened. We were amiable with each other, but there was an aching distance between us.

My next episode emerged and when I came to I was surprised to find him there holding me. I told him that I loved him and we fell asleep. He wasn’t there in the morning though.

—–

So a few months passed with absolutely nothing happening. We were at least outwardly in the swing of a regular father-daughter relationship. “That Thing” as we eventually termed both the incident and my latent desires would pop up in our natural dialogues.

It was even a topic we occasionally joked about. “I can’t believe I managed to sleep through the neighbours arguing last night.” He would say, to which I would respond. “Dad, you can sleep through almost anything.” While giving him a knowing smile.

By all appearances it seemed as though he had accepted what I felt. That acknowledgement alone gave me a little hope that one day we would connect in a more intimate regard.

In that time we had both entered and exited the dating game without much luck. I used to joke that he was trying to throw me off his scent. In a way it did kinda hurt, but then I was doing the same thing so I didn’t really have a leg to stand on.

I always made sure he knew that I’d not so easily let it go. I even began walking around naked after showers or leaving my door ajar during my not-so-private times. I’d like to think that I was wearing him down. (Yes, this was evil, manipulative and underhanded. But damn it I was getting desperate!)

It all came to a head though when one evening I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink. Our PCs are on the way to the kitchen. I guess my dad heard me approach because as I neared I heard frantic mouse clicking.

I laughed and asked him if he needed a hand. He hesitated a moment before denying he was doing anything untoward. I was burning with curiosity by this point and I asked him to show me what he was looking at.

He remained adamant that he was just browsing so I made a grab for the mouse and we laughed as I wrestled it from his grip. Now in control, I maximised the poorly hidden window.

The video was still playing in Xhamster. It was regular amateur POV porn, nothing special. I giggled and watched it for a bit. I unmuted the sound before saying that I’d leave him to it.

What I failed to notice however was the fact that he had himself out and was stroking as he watched both me and the video. I turned to see this and the apprehensive look on his face.

All I could think to say was “Daddy?” And he gave me such a warm and genuine smile. My heart melted and so did my loins. It was finally happening!

I’m smiling right now as I recall all of this. It’s amazing how much of it I can remember in such vivid detail. This was a very important day in my life after all. So many things were about to happen for the first time. I remember my first kiss with him and how his two or so days of not shaving tickled my lips and made me laugh. I liked that rugged look he had at that stage, it made me want him all the more.

I remember his chest moving up and down, the sound of his almost panicked breathing on the cusp of what we were about to do. I was 17 and for the first time in my life I was about to know someone, my own father no less, in the most intimate of ways. He would be my first lover, my first love, my first crime.

I lowered myself to my knees, watching him as he followed my every move. His eyes drifted away from mine and I saw a flicker of doubt there. “Dad.” He looked at me again and I knew I was right where I wanted to be. “It’s ok to want this.” He smiled again and sent my heart aflutter. A hand cupped the side of my face and I nuzzled affectionately into it.

“I love you, Baby Girl.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

He let out a hiss of pleasure as I took him into my mouth. I looked up into his eyes and smiled around him with a wink hoping to ease any further tension he may have had. He chuckled and ran a hand through my hair before letting out an exquisite moan. His head lulled back and his hips moved with my rhythm, maximising the depth he could plunge.

I’d like to say that I was able to deepthroat at the time, but I never thought to put in the practice and I did gag more than a few times in my attempts. After the first couple times he told me not to hurt myself, but by then I considered it a stubborn vendetta. I eventually gave up, giving a faux-angry grunt in my defeat through choking coughs.

Funny thing about all this. In my fantasies, I was imagining all this romance and the piano version of the Terminator theme (don’t ask, just roll with it). But even though that wasn’t entirely the case and we fumbled and laughed, it still felt so natural. We were exactly as we should be, this was just an extension of the relationship we’d always had.

I closed my eyes and gave him everything I had; kissing up and down his length, suckling on the underside of his head, fingers fondling the very balls I came from. It was overwhelming, the fact that I was here and now doing these things to him.

His moans began to intensify and I could see his knuckles had whitened from his grip on the arms of the chair. I knew he was close and GOD I wanted him to cream so badly. But I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. If this was somehow a fluke and he would for some reason never again want to do it, I had to take every advantage of his current willingness.

I let him slide out of my mouth and I looked up at him. I kept my hands fondling and gripping and gently stroking. “I want you.” I cooed, then stood up and slipped off my PJ bottoms before making my way to my room.

I found myself in a bundle of nerves once again as I lay there waiting for him to come in. The next few moments seemed to take an eternity. I wondered if he was starting to have more doubts, if I should have just sat on him then and there regardless of the awkwardness of the office chair. I berated myself for giving him the choice.

After what seemed like an hour he appeared in my doorway, erect and bare. We exchanged smiles and I unbuttoned my top, suddenly realising I was over-dressed for the occasion. He crawled between my legs and knelt above me - my glorious, new and prized possession. For the longest time we just looked at each other, taking in every inch of flesh on display.

I heard a crackling and saw that he had a condom. “No,” I said taking it from him. “Just tell me when, I don’t want anything between you and me ever again.”

“Jesus, kid. You don’t do anything by halves do you?”

“I wonder where I got that from.” I retorted with a cheeky grin. We both went silent again as we contemplated what was about to occur.

He leaned down over me, his face barely an inch from mine and I felt him push into me. I gasped and arched my back. Years of teasing torture melted away as I finally took every inch of him deep within me. My hands roamed over his back as his hips ground into mine.

I knew that he no longer had any doubts. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. His pace and vigor picked up and I moaned with every thrust. I was weak with ecstacy, all I kept thinking about was, “This is my daddy, sliding in and out of me. Don’t stop, don’t let this end.”

But it all proved to be too much for me to bare. My body stiffened and I held my breath. I wailed with pleasure as a stream of orgasms engulfed me. “Daddy, don’t stop.” I struggled to say between each wave after having felt him slow down.

He continued to pound into my now over-wet nethers. I gasped with the force of it and looked up to find him looking down and watching the display for himself. He straightened up and grabbed my ankles in each hand, pulling my legs wide open so that he could see it all. I laboured up onto my elbows so that I could see too.

The sight was amazing. He gazed hungrily at the spectacle of him disappearing and emerging from within me. And for that matter, so did I. It was mesmerising and just… just so fucking hot.

His own moans intensified and one look from him told me all I needed to know. With all the strength I could muster from my trembling limbs I got up and pushed him backwards onto the bed. “Take my head.” I told him, before once again taking him as deep into my mouth as I could.

I tasted myself and him and was eager for a new flavour to enter the mix. As I had asked, his hands took my head and without any further hesitation he forced me up and down. I moaned and slurped and slightly gagged occasionally. His movements were animalistic. This was a side of him I never knew; and never, ever wanted to forget. It was such a turn on that I practically creamed myself again.

Then it happened. He groaned and gasped. “Baby Girl, I’m cumming. I’m…” And he released into my mouth. Truth be told, I wasn’t a big fan of it at the time but everything leading up to that moment made it the sweetest thing I’d ever taken. I kept his head in my mouth and stroked him as more and more or his seed shot down my throat.

When he was done I gently suckled for a bit longer, trying to coax any left over. Some had escaped my mouth and down his shaft, so I lapped up all I could find. When I was satisfied I sidled up beside him and laid my head on his chest. “I love you, Daddy.”

I felt his hand roam over my butt and up my back then to the side to cup one of my breasts. I got the distinct impression that he was taking possession of me. He squeezed me closer. “I love you, Baby Girl.”

His term of endearment for me took on a whole new meaning from then on. Even without the context of sex, every time he said it I found myself faltering from a brief bout of weakness. He was mine. I was his. And I wouldn’t let anything get between us again.