This is my first story (and probably my last). I usually edit stories, but the writing bug bit me tonight, so I said what the hell and got to typing. I am on Lit a lot and love the father/daughter incest stories. There really aren't many focused on black dads and daughters, so I decided to write one.
FYI: For those that think the weight of the daughter is too big or over weight...look at my profile pic because that's what a 5'3 185 pound black woman looks like. :)
Note: This is purely a work of fiction. This story does not convey my actual thoughts, feelings, or opinions on the content therein. This is also an incest story with forced sex. If this is not your cup of tea, then I strongly suggest you don't read the story. With no further ado, I hope you enjoy the story! :)
~WettNBlacc
A Father's Faux Pas
There is nothing normal about the thoughts that I have been having lately. I swear, if hell is a real place, I am well on my way. No man in his right mind should ever have these sinfully, lustful thoughts that keep running through my mind. Good grief! No self-respecting father would ever fathom such thoughts.
Are you confused? Let me start at the beginning...
My name is Anthony Brooks, I'm a 42 year old, very successful black man, and I'm in probably the best physical shape I've ever been in. I'm also a single father of a boisterous (sometimes obnoxious) 18 year old daughter, Desland (Desi as she's known to most). Desi and I have been a team of two for twelve years; her mother Monique decided that she wanted to chase her dream of singing and motherhood and family did not fit in.
So, I've done my best to raise an independent, confident, smart, and happy daughter. In my opinion, I've done a pretty damn good job too. Desi is what we used to say in my day as stacked...built right in all of the right places.
She's a man's dream and a father's nightmare. She stands 5'3, 185 pounds with straight raven black hair that she keeps cut in a stylish bob, long eyelashes that adorn her hypnotizing big brown eyes, an impish, lopsided grin that always implies she's up to no good, long sprinters legs (nicely toned thanks to many years of running track), beautifully smooth milk chocolate skin, amazingly firm and full tits, and an ass that would put women twice her senior to shame. Bottom line, she's gorgeous and she knows it a little too well, nonetheless, she's Daddy's angel and in my eyes can do no wrong.
Since it has been Desi and I for so long, I never paid attention to her lay around the house attire. I spent my entire time eagle eyeing her I'm going to school, on a date, to the mall clothing, trying to ensure that my little girl wasn't giving the men of the world a free peep show every time she exited the house, so I guess having her home gave my eyes and mind time to rest since I knew no ogling would be going on while she was home with me.
Safe in our sanctuary from the horny, sex thirsty, perverted men of the world, I had no pause to worry. Boy was I ever so wrong! One Saturday evening I sat at the island in the kitchen sipping on my orange juice and browsing some contracts for work. Desi lazily shuffles in, goes to the fridge to grab a drink, but when she bent over to reach inside of the fridge, my world turned upside down, never to return to normal again.
There in those itsy bitsy barely there lounging shorts was the most glorious ass any man could lay eyes on. I happened to glance up from the papers as she bent over. My intentions were to rib her as is our usual routine, but the sight before me had me tongue tied like a clumsy teen. My good night nurse!!!
That ass should be outlawed! My dick instantly got hard. I couldn't even contain my stare. It's not like I'm hard up for dates or pussy because I have my share of freaky romps regularly. I just couldn't help myself... my mind didn't even compute that I was lecherously staring at my daughter's ass.
Desi straightens with her bottled water in hand, "Hey Daddy, whatchadoin?"
Sputtering I reply, "Uh umm, piddling with some work stuff princess."
"Daddy, are you ok? You're sitting over there looking all bug eyed and crazy."
"Yea baby girl, I was just thinking about some things I need to handle Monday at work and drifted to another place." What a crock of shit and I think she knows I'm lying.
"Whatever Pops...sooooo, what are you going to do this evening to entertain your favorite girl?"
Years ago Desi deemed every other Saturday night, D/D date night (Daddy/Desi), and tonight was one of our designated do something together times.
Goodness gracious, if she knew the thoughts running through my sick little mind right now, she would probably try her damndest to cut off some of my more valuable body parts.
Why the fuck did I have to look up as she was bending over? My mind is tainted with that beautiful image and now I can't shake it or stop thinking about it. I now find myself finally noticing with a man's appreciation the rest of my daughter's package.
"She's fine as hell," I think in my head.
"Ummm, I really didn't have anything specific in mind sweetie, what would you like to do?"
Desi looks at me with those mesmerizing brown eyes, bats her lashes then slowly shrugs her shoulders, "I dunno something breathtaking and exhilarating!"
My mind goes from zero to one hundred immediately. I damn sure could take your breath away and exhilarate you one stroke at a time. What the fuck?!?! Where did that come from?
"Helloooo, earth to Daddy," my incestuous thoughts are interrupted by Desi's voice.
"Oh, uhh, huh. What were you saying baby girl?"
"Oh brother, I said I was just kidding and from the way you keep zoning out, maybe we should just have a lazy couch night and watch boob tube all night."
MMMMM...boobs....yes; I would love to suck on your round firm tits. Swirl my tongue around your nipple, get it nice and hard and then squeeze it between my fingers. Damn, damn, damn, you have got to get a grip Anthony. This shit is not cool.
What kind of father sits and mind fucks his daughter? I've officially lost my mind. I am going to have to cut D/D night short and get me some ass before I do something neither Desi or I can undo.
I eagerly agree to a thought free lazy TV night, "sounds good. Go change into something comfy and we can get this party started."
Giggling she says, "you are such a fool Pops, I love that about you. I'm all set, no need to change if we are just going to stay in and be couch bums."
SHIT!!! I thought I could at least get her to change so I wouldn't be so tempted to look. Those little ass night shorts and that spaghetti strap tank are going to be my undoing. I know that my daughter isn't a virgin; she's had a few boys that have experienced the heaven between her legs.
I know this because I made it crystal clear that I would NOT under any circumstances be a 42 year old grandpa, so we had the sex talk early and took all precautions (the pill, condoms, STD education, the whole nine).
We migrated to the couch and sat as was our usual, harmless routine...me sitting on the far right side of the couch with my arm draped across the back of the couch and Desi half sitting, half lying facing me with her feet tucked under my legs. I don't know why this is so comfortable for her, but she's been doing this since she was 5. Her having her feet tucked under me, never bothered me before, but today, ALL of my senses were on high alert.
Every touch, movement, breath, and scent was very evident to the horny, freaky, sexual man inside me. This sexual me was quickly pushing the daddy me to the side.
We've sat through 45 minutes of some mediocre movie on HBO that has had a few scenes of almost sex, and I've managed to contain the beast begging to be unleashed to ravish my sexy daughter. The guy is this movie is adamant that he's going to get in this girl's pants because he is heavily pursuing her; at times it seems a little forceful.
Desi pulls her feet from under my legs and stretches her leg out, but as she's doing this, her heel very faintly rubs against my groin. My dick automatically jumps to attention thinking it's game time, we gonna get some action. Down boy, I'm screaming in my mind. This is your fucking daughter you sick twisted bastard.
For some reason, the more I told myself that I was mentally molesting my daughter, the harder my dick got and the more my desire grew. Desi may be in trouble tonight if I don't get some relief and release like NOW! The couple on the movie is having a pretty steamy scene and it does not go unnoticed to my sex deprived brain.
The male character keeps telling the female that her job is to feed and fulfill his desires. He tells her she can be a very active willing participant or he would just take what he wanted repeatedly until she learned to love it. I'm thinking, damn, he's just going to take the pussy and more than once.
"OMGoodness," Desi gasps, "is he seriously just going to rape her? Like dude, you sick jerk wad, you can't just take the cookie!"
I pat her leg, "can you say someone is all in the movie?" We both share a little laugh at that.
"I'm just saying, she doesn't want him, how is it ok to take what he wants?"
I shrug my shoulders, not too sure how to respond to her question because truthfully, I find the scene sexy as fuck.
A few frames later, there's an obstructed view of the couple having sex and the woman is practically begging for the guy to fuck her.
Desi is sitting wide eyed and slack jawed looking at the scene. All she manages to get out is a humph as she looks at me.
