A horny father masturbates with his daughter\'s panties

A horny father masturbates with his daughter\'s panties xxx
James was in the kitchen when he heard his dog barking in the front yard. It was a faint sound compared to the pouring rain that pelted the roof and the wind that whipped the windows. According to the forecast, it was supposed to be a warm and sunny day but by noon, storm clouds had blanketed the sky and unleashed a wild torrent of thunder, lightning and freezing cold rain.

"Daddy! Open the freaking door! I'm getting soaked!" James' 18-year-old daughter, Dawn yelled from the front porch. "Hurry up! I forgot my key!"

James rushed to the door and in his haste; he flung it open with more force than necessary. It banged against the side of the house and before he could reel it back in, their Saint Bernard, Max, bounded into the kitchen.

"Dad!" Dawn shrieked in annoyance as she ran inside after the rain-soaked dog.

"Shit! Sorry, I didn't mean to let him in."

Dawn dropped her book bag on the floor and lunged for Max. He darted past her and into the living room tracking large, muddy paw prints all over the beige carpet.

James tried to assist in the capture of the rambunctious mutt but the dog was sneaky, as if he'd been planning his revenge for being left in the rain all day.

He made several rounds around the house before Dawn cornered him in the den.

She curled her fingers around his slippery collar and gave it a yank, but Max reared back his head, causing Dawn to fall to her knees and collide with his wet, massive body. If that wasn't bad enough he picked that moment to shake his thick fur coat, drenching her with mud and rain water.


James leaned back against the doorframe and couldn't stop laughing when he saw his daughter sitting on the ground wearing nothing but a grumpy face and muddy school clothes.

"Here, I'll put the dog out back." He grinned, reaching for Max. "He can sleep in his dog house and think about what an evil beast he's been."

After he let the dog out, James walked back into the den.

"Honey, do you..." His voice trailed off as if it was his final breath and he froze in place.

Dawn had stood up and was wringing water out of her long, blond hair. Little droplets of water rolled down her slender neck and seeped into the fabric of her shirt.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her ample chest.

Her cotton top clung to her perky breasts and her small nipples were erect. He sucked in a sharp breath and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed his growing lust.

"Ugh! I'm all wet!"

"I don't see what the big deal is. You're on the swim team, you should be used to it by now." James teased with a grin on his face.

"I'm covered in muddy, dirty water! It's not the same as being in the pool!" She huffed, before a wicked smile crossed her lips.

Running forward, she gave him a big hug, deliberately soaking his shirt in return. The cold water hit his skin but he didn't mind her playful nature. Goosebumps covered her bare skin and she was shivering in his arms but all he could focus on were the two puckered buds poking into his chest.

"Next time, you get the dog!"

He released her and when he looked down at her, her aqua-colored eyes sparkled in the light.

"Hey, I'm going to get out of these wet clothes and take a hot shower."

"Yeah, thanks for sharing the wealth, I have to change my shirt now." He tugged a strand of her hair before she headed for the bathroom.


James could hear the shower running upstairs and his thoughts drifted to his daughter while he cooked dinner.

Dawn was gorgeous and he wasn't just saying that because he was her father. Her beauty rivaled Aphrodite herself. Her porcelain complexion was flawless. Her smile was dazzling white and her pale pink lips were always shiny with cherry lip gloss. She had a cute button nose and her aqua-colored eyes could penetrate the soul. She was graceful, like a rippling stream, and her body was nicely toned, sculpted by years of swimming. If she had a tail and a shell bodice, she'd make a sexy mermaid.

Not only was she beautiful but she radiated with light. She was kind-hearted and had a good head on her shoulders. She got good grades and wanted to become a pediatrician so that she could help kids.

If his wife hadn't have passed away from cancer last year, she would have cheered her on all the way. She would have been so proud of their daughter.


An hour later, James placed a hot plate of bacon, macadamia nut pancakes and two large glasses of orange juice on the table.

Dawn loved breakfast food for dinner, and since he had the night off from his landscaping job, he'd wanted to surprise her with her favorite dish.

The distinct sound of Dawn running downstairs made him cross his arms. He only heard such rapid succession of footsteps pounding the stairs when she was excited to do something that he disapproved of.

When she hurtled into the kitchen, he looked her over with a critical eye.

She wasn't wearing her fleece pajamas or fuzzy bunny slippers like he'd expected.

Instead, she dressed up, and her lilac shampoo filled the kitchen. She was wearing makeup; what she had called "smoldering smoky" eye shadow and "fire red" lipstick. Her hair was a sleek golden veil that hung down her back and her attire consisted of a sheer halter top, a pair of sparkly high heels and a red mini skirt that kept crawling up her thighs.

Dawn was beaming; her cheeks flushed with color.

"Why in the world are you dressed like that?" James asked as his eyes wandered over her ripe, young body.

"I have to eat and run. Candice won two free tickets to see the band "Evermore" tonight. She invited me, which is so awesome because they're sold out! I'm so excited!" She clapped her hands before readjusting her see-thru top. "You don't have to wait up. I'm going to spend the night at Candice's house. I already packed a bag."

"A concert?" He was still downloading the image of her half naked body in his mind. Shit. He needed to focus. "It's a school night." He frowned, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.

"I know."

"So, then you know that you're not going anywhere."

"Daddy! Tomorrow is Friday and a half day. Classes will be dead." She anxiously tugged on the silver locket that he'd bought her last Christmas.

"No. I don't want you to waste your education."

"Please, let me go! It's one night! I love that band."

"Dawn." His voice was stern. It was the tone he used when he meant business. His blue eyes reflected off hers as they stared each other down.

She broke her gaze first but quickly struck back.

"I can't believe this! I wish Mom was still alive! SHE would have let me go to the concert!"

Her words cut deep and raw pain ripped through his chest.

"Hey! Don't use that line on me! It's not fair and it's not a joke! I-I should ground you!" He half growled, half choked.

Dawn must have seen the haunted look on his face because she bit her bottom lip stopping the snide remark that almost slipped off her tongue.

She sighed, the sound drawn out and dramatic. "I'm sorry. I just really want to go..."

James hadn't realized it but his body was shaking. Dawn was right. If his wife hadn't passed away she would have let their daughter attend the concert. She probably would have gone with her.

"Daddy, please." She begged in a voice that only whining teenagers could master.

James ran a hand through his short blond hair in a calming manner, then his shoulders sagged in defeat. He didn't tolerate manipulation but he always gave into her. She was his kryptonite.

"Fine, but-"

"Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

He cleared his throat and raised his voice.

"LISTEN! You can go but No drinking! No drugs! No boys!"

As she fluttered around the room like a vibrant butterfly, his eyes zeroed in on her breasts like a tracking device. "Oh, and put on a sweater!"

"Okay!" Dawn shouted, her hair nothing more than a flash of gold as she flew upstairs.

Had he made the right decision? He wasn't sure.

Before he could blink, Dawn was back in the kitchen wearing a blue sweater and raincoat.

She picked up a hot piece of bacon and scarfed it down.

She was either excited or afraid he'd change his mind, or maybe both.

"You better ace your math test on Monday, young lady."

Dawn took a swig of orange juice.

"I will! I promise!"

She grabbed her overnight bag and swung it over her shoulder. "You're the best dad in the world!" She gave him a peck on the cheek before running outside into the rain.

The house was suddenly dead silent, as if she'd carried the life right out the door with her.

"So much for having a nice family dinner..." He mumbled, rubbing the stubble on his jaw.

After cleaning the kitchen, he cracked open a beer and walked into the living room.

Since he was alone and didn't feel like going upstairs to change, he stripped down to his boxers and threw his clothes on the couch.

The cold air bit his skin but he didn't care.

He plopped down in his leather recliner and once he was comfortable, he turned on the television.

He impatiently ran the channels and didn't stop until a naked woman with large tits popped up on the 50 inch flat screen. He didn't want to admit that he'd been hard since he saw Dawn's nipples straining against her shirt earlier in the day.

He knew he'd never be sexually intimate with his daughter. Hell, it wasn't even until a few months ago that he realized she was truly developing into a beautiful young woman. It was as if all the baggy clothes she wore had shrunk in the dryer overnight and her round curves were suddenly on display to torment him.

He felt guilty whenever his eyes lingered on her luscious body. Even her sensual lips drove him crazy. He especially felt like a deviant bastard at night. That was when he'd lie in bed and fantasized about undressing her. That was when he ached to run his hands over her deliciously young body and feel it pressed against his. The perfect union of strong corded muscles and soft delicate curves.

However, after he'd cum, remorse would set in. No, it would stab him. She was his daughter. His precious angel. He was supposed to protect her, not dream about fucking her. His wife was probably begging God to spear him with a lightning bolt and turn him into a pile of ash.

He needed to get back in the game. He knew he could get a date. Plenty of women found him attractive. He was in his late 30's, tall and muscular and his job always kept him active. He had a golden tan from working out in the sun and dark blond hair. His strong jaw was usually dusted with stubble and his eyes were the color of the crisp blue sky.

Plus, he had quite an impressive cock. He wasn't trying to brag, he was just stating the facts. It was a solid 10 inches when erect and so thick that even when it was flaccid it hid his heavy ball sack. Most women couldn't get their mouth around it but he always applauded their effort. bit.do/MyPussY

The sound of a woman orgasming brought his focus back to the raunchy porno. It was chock full of lesbian action, masturbation scenes and slobbery blowjobs.

James freed his throbbing dick from his shorts and gave it a loving stroke. He wished he had a warm, wet mouth sliding up and down his cock instead of his hand.

Since he hadn't dated anyone in a year, his mind was a never-ending reel of sex scenes, erotic stories and naughty fantasies. It was surprising that he could function like a normal human being.

However, his fantasies were growing stale. He was bored and his cock was suffering because of it. He needed a new source of stimulation.

The length of his dick was slowly shrinking in size and he gave it a tender squeeze before dropping his hand in defeat. He should just call it a night... Another lonely, sexless, depressing night.

After turning off the tv, he let the dog in and headed upstairs. He was walking towards his room when saw Dawn's wet clothes lying in a heap in the middle of the hallway.

She did her own laundry so she usually threw her clothes in the basket after he washed his but sometimes she was lazy and they all got jumbled together.

He picked up her shirt and pants and carried them into the bathroom. He turned on the light and tossed them into the hamper.

On his way out, he saw her panties lying on the ground beside her shoes. Sighing, he bent down and picked them up. As he headed back into the bathroom, his fingers slid against the silky material and instantly grabbed his attention. He was jolted to a stop and looked down at his hand.

The panties were wine red, bikini style and made out of fine silk. He could tell they were expensive.

Was that what she spent his hard earned money on? At least she had good taste.

Curiosity overruled common sense and gripping the elastic band between his fingers, he peeked down at the crotch. He immediately knew he'd crossed the line.

He needed to look away, walk away, but he was frozen in place as if cursed by Medusa. Maybe this was the beginning of the end.

His jaw twitched and he swiped his tongue across his upper lip breaking the spell but he still didn't discard the garment. He obscenely stretched the hem until the fine material threatened to shred. The crotch of her panties glistened with wetness. They were soaked. He rationalized it was from the rain until he realized the fabric was stained with milky white discharge.

The sexual frustration that had coiled around his neck like a barbwire noose snapped like a twig and he gave into the devil that lurked in his mind.

James brought them to his face. He was carefully studying the silky piece of lingerie when he had the urge to smell them.

He pressed them against his nose and inhaled. The aroma was overpowering and intoxicating. They smelled tangy yet sweet with a hint of soap. It was so unique, so her. Just how he imagined she'd smell if such a thing were possible.

He sniffed the crotch trying to memorize the scent like a dog. He was a dog. He was a disgusting bastard who was horny as fuck.

He buried his face deeper into the material. The feel, the smell, the wetness of them was overwhelming and he felt compelled to lick the creamy center. This was a life and death moment for him and he'd die happily for one taste.

Pressing the crotch of her red panties against his lips, he flicked out his tongue.

The damp piece of fabric was cool on his tongue and he licked it like an ice cream cone. His beautiful daughter tasted so sweet. He'd already gone this far so who cared if he racked up another sin. He yanked down his boxers and his erect cock bobbed in the air.

With trembling hands he wrapped the expensive lingerie around his throbbing dick. Gripping it in his fist, he stroked the drenched material up and down his pulsing shaft before slipping it over the swollen mushroom head. He'd always shaved below the belt so every inch of the fine silk slid over every inch of his bare skin.

"Fuck..." James groaned and closed his eyes as he caressed the sensitive crown with the palm of his hand. He imagined the wet silk was his daughter's tongue gliding over his dick. With his free hand, he reached down and massaged his balls, working his way to an intense orgasm.

It only took a few fevered strokes to send him over the edge and when the sleek material slipped down the entire length of his shaft and licked his tight balls, he emitted an animalistic growl that shook the room. His hand shot out to brace himself against the wall as he erupted. Furiously pumping his cock, he drenched her soiled panties with his seed.

It felt incredible.

He hadn't had an orgasm that powerful in a very, very long time. He sat on lip of the tub to catch his breath and it wasn't until his cock was lying limp between his thighs that reality punched him in the gut.

What the fuck had he just done?! He was suddenly drowning in a dirty ocean of shame, guilt and regret.

Wiping off his dick with shaky hands, he pulled up his shorts.

James quickly walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet. He didn't care that the scalding hot water burned his hands. It helped him focus. He poured a glob of soap on his daughter's panties and began scrubbing them clean, trying to cleanse his filthy mind.

Never again. It was an accident, one he would never repeat. Ever.


The next day, James felt like a walking pile of shit. He couldn't believe what he'd done and wished it had all been a bad dream. It wasn't.

When the front door opened, jarring him from his thoughts, he jumped in surprise, as if he'd been caught with his pants down.

"Daddy! Are you up?" Dawn's voice was just as chipper now as it had been when she'd left last night.

"Yes. I'm in the kitchen." He said, taking a steadying breath to calm his nerves.

When she strolled into the room, he was afraid to make eye contact so he grabbed his cellphone and stared at the blank screen like a fool. From underneath his eyelashes he watched her set down her backpack and walk towards him. He wondered if she could sniff out his guilt because he reeked of it.

Sniff... Oh God. He groaned inwardly, and set down his phone so he could quickly adjust his pants and hide his growing erection.

"The concert was spectacular! It was really amazing!"

"Good. I'm glad-"

He didn't have time to brace himself for the impact of her body colliding with his.

"Thank you so much for letting me go!" She sighed, happily, tightening her arms around his neck and holding him close.

He closed his eyes. Hadn't those lips kissed his cock last night? No, no. They hadn't.

Fuck. He needed to get a grip. He needed to get out of the house and clear his head.

"I'm glad you had fun, sweetie." He untangled himself from her long arms.

"Listen, Dawn, I have to run an errand. You should study for your math test while I'm gone."

Without waiting for a response, James grabbed his wallet and car keys, and hurried out the door.

Once he was in his car, he glanced down at his hard dick. If he hadn't have gone so long without sex, this never would have happened! What was he going to do?


He'd been driving around town for an hour, praying to God for help when he was struck with a wonderful idea.

Taking a right turn at the light, he stopped at a cafe by his house. He'd been there many times and he was on a first name basis with one of the servers, Paula.

She was pretty, with kind, mocha-colored eyes, a cute upturned nose and curly brown hair that couldn't be tamed. She had an olive complexion and was very voluptuous.

He knew she had a crush on him. She always wore a shy smile on her lips and her cheeks would turn pink whenever they spoke. Half the time his coffee was "on the house." So he wasn't surprised when she agreed to go out for drinks the following night.

It was the perfect plan. Paula would be the magical cure for the darkness that lurked in his mind. She could take care of his needs.

Dawn wouldn't be happy about him dating again. She didn't want someone new to take her mother's place. No one ever would but this was necessary.


The next day, time flew by and ten minutes before he had to leave he worked up the courage to tell Dawn.

"Hey. I'm going out for drinks tonight, princess." His tone was nonchalant but the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach was real.

"Oh, with Greg? He's such a bad influence," she joked, walking into the living room, and tying her hair back in a ponytail.

"No... I'm going out with Paula." He inched his way to the door.

"Paula?" The sweet smile that curved her lips vanished and she dropped her hands, letting her hair tumble down her back.

"Yeah, you know, the woman who works at the cafe down the road."

"So... you're like, what, going on a date?" Her aqua-colored eyes narrowed, making him squirm.

"No, no. Just drinks." With sex on the side.

Dawn crossed her arms. "Oh." she replied, her voice flat.

"You don't like her?" He nervously thumbed his car keys.

"She's polite but she's not very pretty. Her squeaky voice gets on my nerves, too."


"What? All I'm saying is that you could do better." He caught her eyes roaming from his combed, sandy blond hair to his clean-shaven face and button-down shirt.

He'd chosen a fitted navy blue shirt, rolled the sleeves up to his tan forearms and left the top two buttons undone. When it came to his pants, he couldn't decide between shorts or slacks so he settled on a pair of dark, blue jeans. They were snug but they were the only ones that weren't covered in dirt and plant fertilizer.

"Well, I don't know about that, but hey, I have to go."

"What time will you be home?" She pried, following him to the door.

"Oh, I, um, I'm going to be out all night..."

Before she could reply, he roughly twisted the doorknob and walked outside. He didn't want to see the hurt look in her eyes. If only she knew his true motive. No, scratch that he'd take his secret to the grave...


James met Paula at the bar and he actually had a fun time. They hung out until "last call" and he got drunk on shots of smooth amber whisky. Not enough to ruin his performance but enough to forget about his daughter and her little red panties.

The minute they stumbled into Paula's house, she attacked him like a sex-starved lioness. It made his cock jump to life.

Without taking the time to turn on the lights, he stumbled into the dark kitchen and wrapped his hands around her curvy waist.

Paula crushed her lips to his, kissing him with an intensity that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I've fantasized about this for months, James. I'm so fucking horny and wet." She purred, running her hands up and down his hairless chest.

He reached down and unbuttoned his shirt. His muscular arms flexed as he threw it on a chair.

He took off his shoes and socks, then yanked down both his boxers and pants in one smooth motion.

Paula uttered an appreciative moan.

"You look like a God and your cock is so big! I can't wait for you to fuck me with that monster."

With hungry eyes he watched Paula unzip her summer dress and when she lowered her arms the garment slipped down her body and pooled around her high-heeled feet.

Her naked body was a glorious sight to behold but even in his drunken stupor, his mind drifted to the dark side. He couldn't help but compare Paula and Dawn.

His daughter was lithe and had a tight, firm ass and perky tits that defied gravity.

Paula on the other hand, was a woman in her prime. She had wide hips, her breasts were heavy on her chest and her pussy was pronounced by a small landing strip of pubic hair.

Stalking up to her, he gently pushed her down onto her knees. She kneeled in front of him like a willing sex slave and eagerly took his cock into her mouth.

He groaned at the contact, his dick twitching against her wet tongue. It felt so good.

Paula was experienced and knew how to please a man but he imagined his daughter's tongue gliding along his shaft.

Thoughts of his lovely daughter kept running through his mind and frustrated him.

Yanking Paula onto her feet, he bent her over the kitchen table.

"Oh, God, yes! Take me like this!" She wiggled her ass and rested her cheek against the cedar surface.

James plunged his thick cock between her folds and deep into her pussy.

It was amazing but even while he fucked her, his thoughts kept drifting to his daughter until he finally gave in. He was glad that he had Paula bent over the table. It made it easier for him to imagine his daughter moaning in the dark shadows while he pumped his seed in her cunt.

His cock pulsed and he almost moaned Dawn's name when he shot his load in Paula's quivering pussy.

"Baby, that was amazing."

Paula was a decent fuck and he prayed that the more he fucked her, the more his attraction for her would grow and bury the thoughts of his daughter. At the very least, cumming in Paula's hot cunt would keep him from soiling his daughter's panties.


When he arrived home the next morning, Dawn was stomping around the house. Her hair was messy and she had dark circles under her eyes. Had she been stewing all night?

"Did you have fun on your date? Oh, pardon me, CASUAL DRINKS?" She asked, hurling sarcasm at him.

James sighed. "Honey, it's been a year."

She clenched her fists and advanced on him. "I don't care! I can't believe you went on a date!"

"You don't want me to be happy?"

"I thought I made you happy!"

"You do! You know, I love you more than life." He threw his keys on the coffee table.

"Yeah, uh huh." She flung her hand out dismissively before crossing her arms and snapping her mouth shut so tightly that the color drained from her lips.

This was ridiculous. "Why are you so pissed off?"

"I'm not pissed off!"

"Really? Because you look like just like your mother whenever she was pissed."

"Oh, NOW you decide to think of her?!"

"Damn it, Dawn! That's not fair!"

"I don't know why you want to add someone new to the picture when I give you everything you need and want!" Her expression was fierce, eyes blazing.

As her anger rose, so did his and his heart pounded in his chest.

"You give me everything? Really? What about sex? Do you fucking give me that?! I'm a man who hasn't had sex in a God damn year! I'm a human being for God's sake!"

Dawn's eyes widened in horror and she took a step back as if he'd slapped her.

He shouldn't have said that but she needed to know what he was going through.


"Well, then stop arguing with me!"

"That's so gross!" Her face scrunched up as if there was a foul odor in the air.

"I'm just trying to explain! No one will ever compare to your mother but I can't live a life of celibacy! And, I mean, I would like to fall in love again..." It was true but he hadn't thought about that very much.

The fiery look in Dawn's eyes dimmed and James watched her anger roll down her body and into the floor. She plopped down on the couch, ending the battle.

"Okay... I'm sorry I got upset."

He sighed and sat down beside her, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion.

"It's okay, princess. I'm sorry too." He replied, taking her hand in his. Her skin was warm and and her brushed his thumbs over her knuckles. Truce?"

"Truce." She replied, with a small smile.

"Good, because I'm starving and you're a better cook than I am."


A few weeks passed but no matter how many times James fucked Paula, the "miracle cure" wasn't working. His daughter was just too tempting.

Since sex wasn't working, drinking became his new best friend. It was the only weapon he had left that could distract him from hunting through the hamper.

It usually worked.

However, one night when his daughter was at Candice's house, and after taking one too many whiskey shots, he broke into the bathroom like a thief looking for jewels.

Tingling excitement raced down his spine when he found a pair of blue cotton panties lying in the corner of the basket. She must have worn them a couple days prior because they were stiff from her juices.

The crotch had hardened into an outline of her lips and little nub and was slightly indented, as if it had been tucked between her folds. It formed a perfect camel-toe and he rubbed his thumb against the material, stroking it as if he was stroking her.

James shamelessly lifted his daughter's panties to his lips and licked the garment until it was wet with his saliva. He cupped his balls with the drenched piece of cotton and massaged his sack while stroking his cock with his free hand.

Pre-cum leaked from the swollen tip and he watched the bead roll down his shaft like a raindrop before it seeped into the material. Another few spurts spilled from the shiny head and he used the warm liquid to lubricate his dick. When it slid in and out of his fist with ease, he picked up the pace.

"Fuck, princess. You taste so good. I want to lick your wet little pussy."

He pictured himself lying between her open thighs with his head buried in her yummy snatch. He imagined her trembling in the throes of pleasure as she came all over his face.

His cock pulsed as he rolled his sensitive balls in silk. He was ready to burst.

A wave of euphoria swept through him and the first few shots of cum landed on the wall before he capped the spurting tip with her wadded up, sky blue panties. They hadn't stood a chance.

Afterwards, he tossed the soiled pair back into the hamper and then stumbled out of the bathroom. He needed celebratory shot after christening her panties with his seed.


The next day, he woke up to his daughter's sharp voice.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?" He was groggy and his head was pounding loud, obnoxious bongo drums.

"Why are you on the floor?"


James rubbed his eyes and when he managed to open them, he was blinded by sunlight streaming through his bedroom window.

Wait. Was this his bedroom?

He glanced around. Yes, he was indeed lying on his bedroom floor. He vaguely remembered walking through the door.

Suddenly Dawn broke into his thoughts.

"I know what you did in the bathroom last night, Dad."

She only called him 'Dad' when she was really angry at him.

"You-you do?"

"Yes! So don't try and deny it!" Searing blue eyes met his, a look of disgust on her face.

Oh, God! She knew his secret! She must have found her blue panties in the hamper! He'd soaked them in cum and had forgotten to rinse them out!

He could see her now, sorting through their clothes and sticking her fingers in goo.

"I didn't do anything!" He choked on bile that crawled up his raw throat.

"You didn't do anything?! You got wasted and puked all over the bathroom floor! You even puked in the sink and bathtub!"

"I did?" Fuck. He needed to stop drinking.

"Yes! And you know what else? When I got home I was greeted by people fucking on tv! You were watching porn last night! I didn't need to know that!"


"THEN, I come in here and find you dead on the floor!"

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I didn't realize I'd gotten so plastered."

Even though he'd puked his guts out, he didn't care.

Thank God Dawn didn't know his dirty secret.

"I'll clean up the bathroom." He said, wiping drool away from the corner his mouth.

"I already did it. I'm going to do laundry."

"No!" He quickly stood up and fell back down. The room was spinning.

"I'll do the laundry. You've had to clean up enough for one day."

"Okay, then, I'm going for a swim but please, please don't get that drunk again. I don't like to see you like that."

She shook her head and then ran her hands through her beautiful hair, smoothing it back down.

He could tell she was upset and he inwardly sighed. "Okay, princess. I promise."


Even though James almost got caught, he couldn't stop now, especially after he told Dawn that he'd stop drinking.

He was addicted and a few days later, after getting home from Paula's house, he snuck upstairs. He was headed towards the bathroom when he heard Dawn and Candice talking in her room.

"So you and Jim had sex Friday night, Dawn?"

That was all James needed to hear before he crossed the hall and pressed his ear against his daughter's bedroom door.

"Yeah we did."

"Did it hurt? I know he was your first."

"Yes. It really hurt. It was the worst five minutes of my life. He just stabbed me over and over with his skinny pencil dick. He knew I wanted to try oral and I thought he'd go down on me to help get me wet but he said that going down on a girl was gross."

"He didn't get you wet?!"

"No. So I didn't see or feel fireworks like you said. At least I didn't have to suck his dick. God, I'm so over him."

"Where was your dad?"

"At Paula's house. He spends the night at her place all the time. I feel like he's keeping something from me. He gets jumpy whenever I'm near but it could be my imagination."

"Your dad is pretty hot."

James jerked his head back and looked at the door before resuming his position.

He didn't know Candice thought he was attractive. Wow. If she thought he was hot, maybe his daughter...

"Candice! Eww! That's gross!"

"What? Your dad is young for his age and totally in shape. Have you seen those guns? He's successful, kind and he treats you like a princess and he treated your mom like a queen. Plus, he waited a whole year before meeting someone. I bet he fucks like a boss too."


"I know he's your dad, but don't you think he's a great catch?"

"Hmm... I guess he is... But I'd NEVER have sex with him."

"Even if he could fire you up like a firework?"

There was a pause and James held his breath waiting for his daughter to answer.

"Fine, let's say, "Never say never!"

They started giggling.

James exhaled. He didn't know that three little words could make his dick so hard.

He leaned his forehead against the cool door.

"Oh! Dawn! Let's go shopping! We could go to Bella's Boutique. I need new lingerie for my date tomorrow night and they just unveiled the new 'Midnight Dream' collection!"

"Yeah, I really want the black silk panties. You know, the ones with silver lace trim. Too bad I'm broke."

"Let's go anyway, please."

The room was quiet for a moment before James heard the bed creak and soft footsteps move towards the door.

"Shit!" He gasped, tripping backwards and crashing into the wall behind him. He got the wind knocked out of him but he quickly turned and headed for his room. He was almost inside his haven when he slammed his knee against the doorframe.

It must have been karma for spying on his daughter.

"Daddy?" Dawn called out as they walked into the hallway. "He's probably downstairs in the kitchen."

"I'm in here." He groaned, rubbing his aching knee.

"Oh hey, we're going to go to the mall." Dawn said nibbling on her bottom lip.

His eyes were transfixed on the pink piece of flesh.

He could only imagine what his gorgeous daughter would look like in the midnight black panties with silver trim. They'd probably feel nice against her bare skin and hug her hips. They'd probably ride up in the back and dig in between her cute butt cheeks. Then of course, there was her pussy, her delicate, lovely flower, caressed by expensive silk...


"What? Oh, sorry. I've had a lot on my mind. Do you need some money?" He walked over to the dresser and grabbed his wallet. He shuffled through his cash before handing her a fifty-dollar bill.

"Wow! Thanks!"

"You're welcome. You've been doing great in school and you deserve a treat. Take it and have fun."

"Awesome! I love you!" She shouted, before running out the door.


A few hours passed and when she came home he saw a small red shopping bag in her hand.

"Hi, baby. What did you buy?"

"Oh just a T-shirt. It's nothing fancy but I'm going to go try it on."

James waited and when Dawn came back downstairs, her eyes were sparkling like blue diamonds.

She must have bought the panties at the boutique because the "new" shirt she was wearing wasn't new.

"I thought you already had that shirt?"

"No, I just bought it." She diverted her eyes and coughed.

He grinned, vivid, dark fantasies already swirling in his mind. He was eager to see if she bought the new lingerie but he wouldn't find out until she went to bed.


Day slowly crawled to night and when Dawn told him that she was going to take a shower and then go to bed, he started sweating.

His right foot nervously tapped the ground in sync with the ticking grandfather clock. It was like New Year's Eve and every passing second brought him closer to popping open the champagne.

Half an hour later, he heard the thundering water turn off.

After emerging from the bathroom, Dawn trotted downstairs. Her hair was damp and she was wearing a light green tank top and blue Jersey shorts. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra and her supple breasts jiggled when she sauntered up to him. bit.do/MyPussY

He was sitting in the recliner and he was surprised when she stepped between his legs. Her smooth, bare thighs pressed against his. Her eyes dilated and she held his gaze.

She'd never looked at him the way she was staring at him now. His eyes roamed over her face and when he watched her pretty pink lips part, he swallowed the lump in his throat. His eyes travelled lower and he realized her nipples were hard little pebbles. Was it because of him? The sight made his cock thicken in his shorts.

He tried to figure out what had changed. Why there was a hint of lust in her eyes...

Then he remembered Candice and the conversation from earlier in the day. Never say never.

Maybe it had opened Dawn's eyes and for a moment, she saw him as a man, not as her father. Or maybe it was all in his head.

"Thank you again for the money."

Her voice was quiet like a soft spring rain.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'd do anything to please you."

Instinctively, she leaned towards him and her lilac shampoo embraced him.

He dug his sweaty fingers into the chair to keep from reaching out and touching her. His cock was twitching in his shorts and when he shifted his weight he heard a small gasp.

She was staring at his crotch and kept blinking as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The longer she stared, the thicker it grew.

"Is there something else you want from me? Anything I can do for you?" His voice dropped several octaves.

Her gaze shot up from the bulge between his legs and the blush on her cheeks spread down her neck.

He knew the spell was broken.

"No, no. I-I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to bed." When she pressed her lips to his cheek, he felt the kiss race through his veins like hot lava.

"I love you."

"I love you too, princess. Sweet dreams."


Once she went to bed, he sat in the recliner for another hour, fidgeting like a crazy crack addict.

This wasn't healthy and he realized that fucking Paula would never cure him. He shouldn't have dragged her into this. He'd been selfish and he needed to let her go.

James rubbed his forehead in thought. Tomorrow, he'd break things off.

After locking up the house and turning off the lights, he quietly walked upstairs. He hoped Dawn was asleep because he couldn't wait another minute to snoop around in the bathroom.

He snuck into the bathroom and silently cheered when he saw her new, black panties in the laundry basket.

James snatched them up and then hurried into his room. They were still warm and the crotch was moist. It was a risk to masturbate when she was home but he needed a fix.

Once he was safely in his room, he took off all of his clothes and climbed into bed.

Lying on his back with his head propped up against the pillows, he examined the expensive garment. They were made for sluts and were the sexiest pair his daughter owned. They weren't his favorite though. It was the silky wine-red panties that drove him wild.

He lifted the new lingerie to his nose and breathed in until his lungs hurt. They smelled brand new, like the lightly perfumed tissue paper they'd come in but they were also covered with her exotic scent. The crotch was coated with her dew and he stuck out his tongue, eager to lick and suck the fine material.

They tasted like sweet honey and when his dick started aching, he wrapped them around his long, ridged shaft.

He wanted to take his time with these. They were after all, virgins.

He slowly pumped them up and down in his tight fist before circling his mushroom head with the slick crotch. With his free hand, he gently rolled and tugged on his balls, loving the pleasurable sensations that coursed through his body.

His dirty mind drifted and he closed his eyes. He slipped out of reality and imagined that he was fucking his daughter's little mouth, getting it nice and wet before easing into her tight pussy.

"That's it Dawn, take daddy's big dick. You're such a naughty girl."

He tried his best not to rush but the silk licking his cock was overwhelming. He picked up the pace and lifted his ass off the bed, humping the air.

Releasing his balls he dragged his hand through his hair and gripped the strands. They were soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

"Yes, you like daddy's cock, don't you? You want to be daddy's good girl. You want me to cum in your sweet little cunt."

He'd never been so turned on by a small piece of clothing.

Suddenly her heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a squeak.

Jolted out of his naughty fantasy, his gaze shot to the door. In the dim light he saw Dawn standing in his bedroom. He could see her eyes which, were as bright and as huge as the full moon. Her mouth was hanging open as if her jaw was broken and a million expressions flashed across her face, undeniable shock the brightest beacon of all.

He knew what she saw... Her loving father, lying in bed, completely naked, moaning her name and jerking off like a horny schoolboy.

Her eyes were glued to her black panties and James grunted. He couldn't stop now.

His body was corded with muscles that rippled and flexed as he stroked his throbbing cock. He was on the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Their eyes met, turning him on even more and just when was about to cum, his daughter fled from the room.

Fucking hell! He had to go after her!

Releasing his cock was like ripping away duck tape and he groaned in dismay. He'd been so close to release!

He stumbled out of bed and ran into the hall. Luckily, he was faster than her and she was only two steps down the stairs before he grabbed her around her waist and lifted her into the air.

"Nooo!" She cried out in fright as he carried her back into his room.

She dug her short nails into his arm and even though it didn't hurt, he tightened his grip around her midsection. When his drooling cock dragged across her ass, he remembered that he was naked.

"Daddy! Let me go! Stop!"

"Dawn! Calm down! Let me explain!" He wasn't trying to scare her but he couldn't let her leave until she heard him out.

"You're crazy! I'm going to call the cops!"

"No, no! Just calm down!" Shit. He didn't want to go to jail.

She squirmed in his arms like a wiggling fish and because of it, his fingers groped every inch of her succulent body.

As his arm slid higher up her waist, it slipped under the hem of her shirt and creeped up her stomach until his forearm was pressed against the smooth underside of her breasts.

He groaned and she screamed.

James clamped his free hand over her mouth, afraid she'd wake the neighbors.

"I just want to talk!"

She shook her head and continued to fight and in a moment of weakness he indulged in his dark fantasy.

He bent the arm around her waist until he could raise his hand higher under her shirt and cup one of her jiggling breasts. He squeezed the soft, perfect orb with his fingers and when his thumb brushed back and forth across her nipple, it blossomed in response.

He'd wanted to touch her young, fresh body for so long that it was difficult to stop.

"God, you feel so good." He moaned as his hand wandered over her soft skin.

Her hot breath puffed against the palm of his hand and he gently pinned her down on the bed, his weight pressing her into the plush mattress.

He took his hand off her mouth and grabbed her wrists. He raised them over her head and nuzzled her neck.

"Dawn." Her sweet name was rough on his tongue.

"What's wrong with you?" She shouted in confusion and fear. "Get off of me!"

"I can't, babygirl. I've been horny for months."

She wiggled beneath him, unknowingly grinding against him. His hard cock slid up and down against her thigh and even though she was fully clothed it felt wonderful.

He knew he could give her so much pleasure if she let him. Maybe he could settle with a kiss, just one kiss.

Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against hers.

She whimpered in response and tried to jerk her head away but he firmly gripped her chin, holding her in place.

His kiss was anything but fatherly. He swiped his tongue back and forth across her lips before working it into her warm, wet mouth. She tasted like wild cherries and he moaned in satisfaction.

He needed that kiss so badly that he greedily stole it from her. He was relentless.

The minutes that ticked by felt like decades and to his surprise she relaxed, just a little bit. Each swipe of his tongue weakened her defenses and he explored her mouth, claiming her like a lover.

He deepened the kiss, entwining his tongue with hers, rolling, probing, stroking her.

Her eyes fluttered shut and an involuntary moan hummed against his lips. He was surprised when she tentatively kissed him back, licking his tongue and nibbling his bottom lip.

When he finally came up for air and released her chin, she whipped her head to the side and pressed her cheek against the pillow, embarrassed and horrified that she gave into the kiss that left her breathless and disarmed.

She tried to ignore the warm shiver ran down her spine as he kissed his way up her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath her delicate flesh.

He captured her earlobe between his lips and sucked on the dangling end. He was so turned on, he never wanted to let her go.

"Please let me do this, princess. I promise I won't hurt you."

Releasing her hands, he clutched the bottom hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it up and over her head.

He expected her to scratch and punch him but she modestly covered her bare breasts with her arms.

He curled his fingers around her wrists, gently pulled her hands away. "I want to see you."

"But this is wrong."

"I know, but I need this. Will you be a good girl for Daddy?"

He cupped her breasts together and buried his face in her cleavage. Her pink areolas were the size of silver dollars and topped with pink nipples.

Dawn arched her back when he pinched each blooming bud between his teeth and tugged. He took his time, enjoying her, suckling her nipples and licking the plump undersides of her tits. When he tried to take her whole breast into his mouth she shuddered and he wasn't sure if it was from fear or pleasure.

"Did Jim lick these pretty nipples?" He knew the answer was no but jealousy prickled his skin. That boy had taken her virginity, not him.


"The kid you fucked Friday night."

Her cheeks turned scarlet. "How do you-"

"I overheard you and Candice talking about sex. I also heard that he never went down on you... I could give you a firework show you'd never forget."

His warm, calloused hands brazenly slipped down her body as he trailed feather-light kisses down her ribcage and flat stomach. When his lips brushed against her pajama bottoms, she tried to sit up.

"No, stop."

He placed the palm of his hand on her smooth stomach and gently pinned her back down.

"Honey, relax. I told you that I wasn't going to hurt you."

"I know but this is incest." She choked on the foul word but he could tell she was torn between surrendering to pleasure or revolting against it.

How could something so heavenly be so sinful?

If she wanted to leave he would let her go but when she didn't shove him away, he continued his quest with trembling fingers.

When he gently tugged down her shorts, he almost shot his load, right then and there.

She was wearing his favorite wine-red panties and there was a large wet spot soaking the small material between her thighs.

He moaned, pride swelling within his chest.

He'd made her wet. Good, he wanted to turn her on.

"I love your red panties. I've been masturbating with your underwear for the a few months. I like to imagine you wearing them after I've soiled them with my cum."

She started panting, listening to the wicked confession pouring from his lips.

Moving farther down her lithe body, he nudged her knees apart so he could lie down between her slender legs.

She looked as innocent as an angel and just as glorious. She was a precious offering and he felt unworthy... But he'd make it up to her by giving her an earth-shattering orgasm.

James reached up and brushed a golden strand of hair out of her face before stroking her cheek in a soothing manner.

"I'm going to tease you until you beg me to let you cum." His voice was a husky whisper, filled with dark promise.

Dawn's eyes locked on his but she bit down on her lip and didn't protest.

Lowering his head, he kissed the top of her mound before licking her pussy right through her panties.

The material was a thin barrier and his tongue on her clit was like electric jolt to her senses.

She gasped in surprise and gripped the sheets as another flood of juice seeped into the fabric. She was mortified.

Not only was her daddy licking her pussy but he was tasting her through her panties which made the experience even kinkier. She felt naughty. However, the thing that embarrassed her the most was how incredibly wet she was.

James slid his fingers through the lace trimmed leg holes and her body spasmed when his knuckles brushed against her wet folds.

He pinched the material together and yanked her panties up to her navel, giving her a tight wedgie.

The expensive scrap of cloth dug between her parted lips and plump cheeks and like pulling on a puppet string, her ass shot off the bed.

James leaned forward and probed her hot center with the the tip of his tongue, then yanked the material taut, grinding the wet fabric against her sensitive jewel.

"OHH!" Her eyes popped open as she looked down between her legs.

He released his hold only to hook his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties.

"I would tear these off of you but they're my favorite." His breathing was labored and his body hummed with desire.

Like a dark storm, she tensed, static filling the room as he slowly tugged the garment down her thighs, all the way to her feet until they slipped off her cute toes.

A soft halo of light illuminated her curves and he moaned when he saw her in all her glory.

Her pussy was beautiful. She really was as lovely as Aphrodite. Her mound was shaved bare, her little clit was hard and her folds were swollen and slightly parted, exposing her pink center.

As he drew closer to her flower, he inhaled the sweet fragrance. He traced a circle around her outer folds with his soft tongue, moving an inch above her clit and an inch below her rosebud. He circled her sex over and over before pressing his mouth flush against her cunt.

Dawn groaned and threaded her fingers through his hair. She didn't pull him closer but she didn't push him away either.

James moved his lips against her silky petals and dipped the tip of his tongue into her sweet center, giving her a lavish French kiss and drawing out her delicious honey from the source.

Riddled with thirst, he drank from her like a fresh spring.

When he swirled his tongue around her pearl for the first time, she swiftly, clenched her legs around his head.

"OH GOD, DADDY!" Her breathing hitched and her hips bucked forward.

He'd barely touched her and she was already begging for more. Closing his lips around her sensitive clit, he fluttered his tongue against her tingling nub like a hummingbird and licked her pussy like a delicious ice cream cone.

A very unladylike moan passed through her innocent lips and she firmly grabbed the back of his head.

She begged for more by rotating her hips and bucking against his face with abandon.


He wouldn't. God above couldn't have dragged him away from her delicious little pussy.

He buried his face deeper between her legs and worked her into a frenzy.

She grabbed his hair and pinned his head against her orchid and tightened her thighs in a headlock around his face.


Her raw grunts and drawn out moans were a symphony song to his ears. A lick here for a moan, a nibble there for a gasp. He played her like an instrument and her body quivered under his tongue.

James' cock was pinned against the bed, precum soaking the sheets. Every once in awhile he grounded his hips against the mattress and little sparks of pleasure sizzled through his body.

He grabbed her tight teenage ass and spread her butt cheeks. With saliva and her nectar on his tongue he licked her puckered rosebud.

"AHH! OHH! FUCK! DADDY!" she was so close to exploding.

She bucked off the bed as he tickled her forbidden, virgin bud. Her nerve-endings lighting up with every flick and little lick.

He probed and swirled, nudging her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. When he pushed one, then two fingers into her dripping cunt, she cried out like a siren song and he stroked the frontal wall of her pussy.

He was relentless, his fingers and tongue drawing out her orgasm with masterful precision and skill.


Ignited like a blazing firework of pleasure, an electrical wave surged from her core and coursed through her veins.

He knew from the way she skyrocketed off the bed and the primal moan she uttered before drenching his face with cum. It was the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted, fresh from her first orgasm.

Her body spasmed and danced before flickering away like a trail of dimming sparks. Only then did she collapse back on the bed, completely sated.

With feather-light brushes, he licked her clean, aware that she was still sensitive.

When he finally emerged and took a breath, he almost groaned. The air was stale without her intoxicating scent. He wanted to dive back between her legs but she grabbed his hand and he moved up the bed and laid down on his back, beside her.

They were silent for awhile, the only sound in the room was that of their soft breathing and beating hearts.

"Are you going to call the cops?" James asked tentatively, running a hand through his hair.

"I could. What you did was wrong."

"I know." The wrongness of it was like a boulder swinging back and forth above his head. The minute he faced reality it would crush him.

"I'm your daughter and you forced yourself on me."

"I-I know and I'm so sorry."

"I should hate you... but I don't."

"You don't?"

"No... But how long have you been, ya know, jacking off with my panties?"

James face grew hot with embarrassment.

"Since the night of the concert. You left your wet clothes in the hallway and when I saw your red panties, I couldn't stop myself from playing them."

She nodded, considering his words.

"I've been so horny since your mother passed away but I knew moving on would hurt you."

Dawn swallowed hard but didn't speak.

"After using your panties, you were all I thought about. I thought fucking Paula would be a good distraction but I was already hooked."

"Wait, that's why you are with Paula? So that you would stop thinking of me?"

"Yes. That's why I was seeing her. I'm going to break things off tomorrow. I'm so sorry. I should regret what I did but I don't. Not after this."

Dawn squeezed his hand.

"Daddy. I'm not going to call the cops."

"Why not?"

"Because I love you and I didn't realize that you've been suffering because of me."

"None of this is your fault. You didn't do anything wrong." He growled with conviction before softening his rough tone of voice. "You're my angel. You mean everything to me."

She flashed him a brilliantly beautiful smile and he was surprised when she cuddled up to him.

"I was scared at first but then when you made me cum... Wow, I've never felt anything so electric!"

He rubbed her smooth tummy with the palm of his hand and then reached for her breasts. He lazily swirled his pointer finger around her taut nipples. He had to keep touching because it all had to be a dream. He pinched her nipple and when she gasped, very much awake, his dick thumped against his abs.

Dawn gazed down at it, truly seeing his naked cock for the first time.

"Daddy, you're still hard."

"Yeah." James laughed. "I'm about to burst. I'm going to have to jack off once you go back to bed." He wouldn't ask her to stay even though he ached for more. She'd let him taste her and that was enough.

"I don't want to leave. I want to make you feel good too. What would make you feel good?"

"A blowjob." He joked but she nodded.


"No, no. I was just teasing."

"But I want to suck your dick. I just don't know how to do it."

"I can help guide you... If you're sure you want to do it."

"I am."

"If you get scared then tell me at any time and I promise I'll stop."


"We'll start slow."

Dawn sat up, determination brightening her eyes.

"First, lie down between my legs, the way I laid down between yours and wrap your hand around my dick."

His cock was a few shades darker than his skin tone and when her palm curled around the shaft, a drop of precum sprouted from the tip.

She stared at it, as if mesmerized.

"Babygirl. Gently squeeze it, give it a stroke, get used to the way it feels."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Good. Now I want you to kiss and lick the head like a lollipop. Get it nice and wet."

When her warm tongue swam over the tip, a low growl escaped from his chest and his dick pulsed in her hand. That felt fucking good.

"Like that?" She asked, innocently.

He hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes and when he looked down at her, he started panting.

She'd tilted her chin up to meet his eyes and the look of trust and desire he saw lighting them blew him away.

"Y-yes, just like that, sweetie."

"And now?"


"Daddy, what's next?"

"Oh. Slide your lips over the crown and-"

She took the slippery head into her mouth and without any prompting, swirled the tip of her tongue around the base of the mushroom head.

When it passed over a little bump on the underside of his shaft, James thrust his hips up in surprise and a low moan of pleasure slid through his lips.

She must have sensed he liked that because she flicked her tongue back and forth against the seam before sucking and milking the head with her tightening lips.

"Holy fuck, Dawn!" He tangled his fingers through her hair, keeping her steady. His body was shivering and he wanted to thrust his hips up and bury his throbbing cock in her throat.

"Low-lower your head and... fuck... slide it into your mouth... watch your teeth, baby."

She flattened her tongue and drool coated his throbbing shaft. Inch by inch, he watched his cock disappear between her pretty lips and slip into her warm, wet mouth.

She barely had half of him in and her cheeks already puffed out in an imaginable size.

It felt like so good, incredibly good.

She swallowed too much, too fast and when she gagged, she started to sit up.

He tightened his hold in her hair.

"Oh Christ, sweetie. Please, don't stop, you're doing so well."

She nodded, determination once again replacing her fear and she took him deeper into her mouth.

He hadn't even told her to jack him off or massage his balls but her instincts seemed to take over because she began sucking him off like her life depended on it.

She wanted to please him and he praised her for it.

"Yes! God! Yesss!" Tremors ran through his nerves and he felt light-headed.

She was learning to open her throat and control her gag reflex with every inward thrust of his cock.

Masterful skills that took many women years to learn, came naturally to her. Or maybe he was just punch-drunk on lust knowing his gorgeous daughter was sucking him off.

She tighten her grip and when she slid her fist from the base to the tip, she rolled her thumb over the head. Precum spilled from the slit and she spread it around the sensitive head, making it slick and shiny.

Then she slid her hand back down, her mouth trailing behind it.

He couldn't speak. He couldn't think but his cock pulsed begging for more.

She swirled her tongue around his throbbing erection, bobbing her head up and down his massive length.

Electrical sparks shot down his arms to his hands and and he gripped the back of her head and pushed her wet mouth all the way down on his shaft, making her swallow every inch until her nose pressed against his abs.

She choked around his girth and her throat constricted around the thick head.

Panicking, she dug her nails into his thighs and tried to sit up but he didn't let go.

He groaned as he tightly cradled her head against his body and rocked his hips, pumping his cock in her throat.

The feeling of her virgin mouth on his hard rod drove him crazy. He was a moaning wreck and needed more. He thrust his cock across her tongue a few more times but when she started whimpering, he eased up, letting her catch her breath.

He thought he might have scared her but she took a large breath and went back down flicking her tongue back and forth like a whip.

He couldn't hold back and he thrust off the bed, fucking her face.

"Almost there, baby! Yes, suck Daddy's cock!"

She grabbed his ass and grazed her teeth along his shaft then she hummed, the vibrations fluttering over his cock.

He wasn't expecting her teeth or the tremor from her throat stroking his dick and it set him off.


He was on the brink and she took him by surprise when she released his sack and swirled her thumb against his asshole, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

He sucked in a sharp breath when she penetrated his tight asshole and like detonating a bomb, he exploded, flooding her mouth with his lava-hot seed.

She swallowed as much as she could but choked as the salty fluid overflowed in her mouth and dripped down her chin.

When he let go of her hair, she ran her tongue up the crease of his balls, to the tip to finish cleaning him.

"Ahh, ahh!" He gasped, as her lips touched the tip of his softening cock. "Sorry, I'm sensitive."

Dawn sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smile breaking across her lips like the rising sun.

"That was amazing. You're just as good as your mother if not better." He praised, giving her a big hug.

"Mmm, thanks Daddy." She yawned, making him yawn too.

"I'm beat."

"Me too." She replied, sleepily.

"Let's go to sleep, princess."


They didn't bother getting dressed but James felt a little shy when he climbed out of bed to turn off the light. He stretched his arms above his head and he felt her eyes warm on his muscular back and ass as he walked towards the door.



"While you're up would you get me a glass of water? I'm parched."

"Sure, honey."

When James left the bedroom his mind was reeling. He couldn't believe what had happened. His beautiful daughter had swallowed his seed and he licked her pussy. He wondered how many other fathers secretly fantasized about fucking their daughters. He couldn't be the only one, could he?

After grabbing a glass of ice water, he trudged back into the bedroom.

Dawn's eyes freely raked over his naked body. His hair was a disheveled mess, a sheen of sweat painted his chest and his cock hung limp between his thighs. He felt the urge to cover dick with his hand but she seemed very interested in it. He paused by the bed and took a drink of water.

The sheet was bunched around Dawn's waist and her enticing breasts, with gumdrop swollen nipples were on display.

His cock jumped at the sight and she giggled.

"Hey. If you're going to laugh then cover up your pretty tits." He scolded, with a playful smile.

"Daddy? Will you let me watch you jerk off with a pair of my panties again?"

Embarrassment once again flared to life and his body burned like a furnace in the stuffy room.

"Uh, maybe... If you get on your knees and beg."

She started to get out of bed and he held up his hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"No, not right now, princess. I'm still recovering from the last round."

Handing her the water, she took a big drink and then set it on the night stand.

He crawled under the sheet and leaned over to kiss her. Out of habit, he went for her cheek but she turned her head and pressed her soft lips to his.

"We need to go to sleep. It's dawn, Dawn."

"Dawn, Dawn? Double Dawn?"

"You know what I meant, little smartass. Now go to sleep."

She pouted but rested her head on his pillow and cuddled against him, her warm back pressed against his chest.

"Spread open your legs a little, princess."

When she did, he slipped his arm around the front of her body and cupped her whole pussy. The heel of his palm pressed against her clit and his fingertips rested between her butt cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

"I want memorize your delicious little flower while you sleep." She happily hummed and closed her thighs, trapping his hand in place.

Her pussy leaked, forming a pool of dew in his palm but he didn't mind one bit.

His other hand stroked her satiny locks, soothing her to sleep like he did when she was a child.


The appendage between his thighs had been limp when he'd fallen asleep but now his dick was thick and erect.

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