These stories are glimpses into the lives of daughters who fuck their daddies. I will not be expanding on them. All characters are 18+, and this is a work of fiction.
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Three weeks. That's how long it had been since I blew out the candles on my eighteenth birthday cake, since I waited with nervous anticipation for my daddy to come to me, to love me, to make me his. But he never did.
I waited up until the sky lightened and the birds started chirping. And when Daddy asked me at dinner if everything was okay, all I could do was cry and ask to be excused.
I didn't know why my daddy didn't want me. I'd been eagerly awaiting my eighteenth birthday for two years. Ever since I overheard my parents telling my older sister Scarlett that it was family tradition for fathers to fuck their daughters once they turn eighteen. Teach them everything they needed to know about giving and receiving pleasure.
Scarlett had freaked out, telling my parents how sick and depraved they were. She left for college and never came back. But I spent the next two years fantasizing about what it would be like to feel Daddy inside me, pounding away at my little pussy while he told me how much he loved me.
Except Daddy didn't visit me that night or any night after, and I couldn't even look at him without tearing up and feeling like I wasn't good enough for him. Sometimes I'd catch him watching me from across the room, but when I'd glance up his eyes would dart away. I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong.
I looked up at a knock on my bedroom door to see Daddy standing there. He'd loosened his tie and had his suit jacket slung over one arm. He was so handsome with his deep blue eyes and neatly trimmed beard. He liked to joke that he should shave it off because gray was beginning to thread through it, but I liked it like that.
"Hey, princess. How was your day?"
"It was fine, Daddy," I said, turning back to the math homework I was working on.
"Is everything okay?" I heard him take a step into my room. "You haven't been yourself lately."
"I've just been busy with school and stuff."
"Are you sure that's all it is?"
I captured my bottom lip between my teeth. I hadn't been able to bring myself to say anything to Daddy about it. But I needed to know, once and for all, what was so wrong with me.
"How come you wanted Scarlett but not me, Daddy?"
"What?" His voice was a strangled whisper, and when I looked up at him he was staring at me intently.
"I heard you. When you went to her on her birthday."
"Princess—"
"I just want to know what's wrong with me, Daddy. Maybe I can fix it." He didn't say anything, but I pressed on, determined to have answers now. "Is it because I'm not a virgin? I wouldn't have gone all the way with Jake if I'd known."
Daddy jerked, and his eyes darted to the window and the house across the street. "The Henderson boy?"
I nodded. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Is...is that why you don't want me?"
"Oh, baby. No." Daddy tossed his jacket on the end of my bed and knelt on the floor in front of me, his hands warm on my thighs. "After the way your sister reacted, I couldn't bear the thought of losing you the same way. What would I do without my precious little princess?"
Daddy reached up to cup my cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over my skin.
"So y-you don't hate me?"
"Princess," Daddy breathed, his hand sliding around the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. "Is that really what you think? That I hate you?"
I nodded, pulse pounding when he shifted closer, his grip tightening on my neck.
"I could never hate you, Hazel. I want you so much. I have for a long time. But I can't lose you the way I lost your sister. I wouldn't survive it."
"You won't lose me, Daddy. I want to be yours." My eyes dropped to his lips. "In every way."
Daddy jerked me forward, and his lips met mine. I moaned softly at the feel of him, parting my lips when his tongue probed against them. He slid inside, against my tongue and then retreating, like he was giving me a preview of everything we could share together.
My hands went to his tie, and I loosened the knot the rest of the way and slid it off. Eager to feel his warm skin under my fingers, I began undoing the buttons of his shirt. Suddenly Daddy pulled away, laying his hand over mine.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Hazel? There's no going back once we do this. You'll belong to Daddy completely."
I shivered, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I'm sure, Daddy. It's all I've wanted for two years."
Daddy stood, lifting me out of the chair and carrying me over to my bed. He set me down beside it and stripped off my shirt, groaning at the sight of my sheer lace pushup bra. I'd been wearing the sexiest underwear I had hoping Daddy would finally want me.
"Do you like it, Daddy? I bought it for you."
"I love it, princess," Daddy assured me, filling his hands with my breasts and giving them a firm squeeze.
He trailed his hands down the flat plane of my stomach, dragging down the zipper at my hip and hooking his fingers in the waistband of my skirt to shove it over my ass and down my legs.
"Fuck," Daddy breathed, sliding his finger back and forth over my slit through my panties. "You're so beautiful, princess."
He pressed two fingers roughly against my clit, and my gasp swallowed up my words. Daddy reached behind me with his other hand and undid the clasp of my bra. As soon as I slid it down my arms, Daddy ducked his head and sucked my nipple into this mouth, teasing it with his teeth while his fingers found their way inside my panties.
"Oh God," I groaned as Daddy slid a finger inside me. I couldn't wait to feel his cock filling my tight hole.
"Take Daddy's cock out, princess," Daddy commanded, inserting another finger and curling them up to tap against my g-spot.
My hands moved to his belt, quickly undoing it with a metallic thunk and tugging down his zipper. I pushed Daddy's pants and boxers down to his thighs and wrapped my hand around his thick cock as soon as it sprang free.
I'd imagined this exact scenario a million times, but Daddy blew all my fantasies out of the water. His cock was long and so thick I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. I stroked him from base to tip and he dropped his forehead against my shoulder with a needy groan.
