Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.
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Ch. 02: First Time
Ten minutes has never felt so long for anyone else in the world. It had only taken a minute for Rich to get everything cleaned up downstairs, and then he'd headed upstairs. And that's when he'd started to wait. For the first minute or so, he lay on the bed, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. Then he began to doubt, and once he began, it ran around in his head, getting worse and worse. Was this really the way a father should be acting? She said she wanted it, but did she really know what she wanted? She was only a teenager, after all. Was this taking advantage of her? Was he a good father? Would a good father force his little girl to suck him off and swallow every inch of his shaft? What if he'd scared her off by being that rough? What if she regretted everything now? What if she was sneaking out the bathroom window right now to run away? Or to report him to the police? Or child services? What if she was running through the streets half-naked and screaming rape? As his paranoia grew, he began to pace around the bed, running a hand through his hair, struggling with these moral questions.
A glance toward the door suddenly cleared his mind of his worries. There, in the doorframe, was a boot. A black leather platform boot, with gleaming silver buckles all the way up to the knee, and an extra-tall slutty heel. Emerging from the boot was a black-and purple striped stocking that went about halfway up the thigh of a very shapely, pale leg. The source of the leg was hidden by doorframe, a luring sight as the toe slowly dragged across the floor, almost beckoning with the movement. He felt a fresh rush of blood returning to his flagging hard-on, swiftly bringing it back to its former glory.
The leg planted the toe of the boot on the carpet, then pivoted, swinging into view his incredibly hot gothed-up daughter. She'd apparently taken a bit of extra time to redo all her makeup, her lipstick once more glossy and perfect, dark and sexy. Her eyes were once more dark and smoky, black fading expertly into purple accents around the edges. She was also still wearing those black-and-purple striped full-arm fingerless gloves. She was sideways to him, pressing her body against the doorframe like it was a stripper pole, a sly, sexy smirk on those dark, pouty lips.
"Oh, Daddy~" She half-moaned seductively, as she bent, sliding her upper body down the doorframe, pushing her incredible ass up and out. His cock throbbed notably with appreciation of the lovely display. She pivoted on her toe again, now with her back against the frame, her perfect pink-tipped peaks thrust forward by the arch of her spine to tremendous effect, one arm up clinging to the doorframe, the other placing a black-nailed fingertip on her lower lip, her eyes on her father with a look of guilt.
"Daddy, I've been a bad girl, seducing an older man... I think I need to be... punished..." She purred lustily, rocking her hips suggestively.
He pushed forward, swiftly crossing the distance between them in long, forceful strides. She braced herself for him to take her, to conquer her nubile teen body, but he stopped just short, a few inches from her. His hand came up, gently cradling her chin and lifting her eyes to his. He smiled softly as he leaned in, and kissed her. His hard body loomed over her as their lips met. Even with six inches of platform and heel, he was still a good three or four inches taller than her. The kiss was less frenzied than the ones downstairs, slower, more tender, but every bit as dominant and consuming. She felt her soft figure molding itself against his iron-hard frame, her breasts flattened on his broad chest, their skin tingling with the warmth of their bodies meeting. His iron-hard cock, the cock that made her nearly nineteen years ago, was hot and pulsing against her smooth stomach. Her knees shook slightly under the commanding kiss, his dominant presence.
When he broke the kiss she could only stare up at him with a mixture of awe, lust, and love. He smiled, a warm, loving grin, then began to speak. "Sam. I want you to know that no matter what happens between us, I will always, always love you with all of my heart. You're my little angel, my baby, and I will never do anything to hurt you." He half-whispered, his words completely sincere. "What we've done tonight has been amazing, and I would love for it to continue. But before anything happens, I want to make sure you know that if you ever want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me and I will. If you ever feel like... like this whole thing was a mistake, that you want to just be my daughter again, you tell me, and it'll be like none of this ever happened." He told her, his eyes on hers the entire time.
His presence looming over her, his kindness, and the gentle warmth he exuded made her feel like she was his little baby girl again, safe and happy in his embrace. For a moment, she was speechless. This wasn't exactly how she'd expected him to respond to her little show, but... She swallowed, hesitating for just a moment, then began to speak. "Daddy, I... I love you. I've loved you ever since I was a little girl, as much as a girl can love her daddy. You were... you were the very best daddy in the world to me, you were perfect, even when you were still working all the time." She smiled, up at him, eyes watering s little. "For a long time, I just loved you like a daughter. But... then, I started having... extra feelings. Feelings a daughter shouldn't have about her daddy. I was confused and the thoughts made me feel so guilty... I know exactly how you felt before tonight, because I felt it for years. When I first caught a glimpse of you jerking off... I'd never seen anything like it, and that night I had my first orgasm thinking about it. That only made things worse."
She told her story with all the honesty he had given her. "I thought that, I don't know, that I should leave, or something, but then I started talking to some people online. I learned about other girls who felt about their fathers the way I felt about you. Sometimes we talked, sometimes I just read what they posted. After a while, I began to see it doesn't always have to be a bad thing. Some of my friends began to talk about how sexy you were and I realized what I was feeling was just natural. You've always been the most attractive man in my life, daddy, the biggest, the strongest, the most loving and kind... I've been dreaming about becoming your lover, about tonight. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life. You don't have to worry about me. I want this, I want tonight to happen, and I couldn't imagine giving my first time to anyone other than my daddy." She finished, her eyes a little watery by the end of her tale.
He smiled softly and leaned forward again, gently placing a tender peck on her forehead, the way he always did when he was proud of her. His hand left her chin, wiping gently at the corners of her eyes. Suddenly he moved, bending his knees and reaching out, scooping her up into a bridal carry quite suddenly. She let out a surprised yelp at the suddenness of the action, but he just smiled down at her. "Every girl should feel like a princess for her first time." he commented as he effortlessly bore her across the room to his bed. She smiled, one hand coming up to rest on his powerful chest over his heart, feeling his pulse.
He gently lay her down on the silky sheets and kissed her again as he climbed on top of her, his strong frame supported by one forearm, her gravity-defying tits large enough to be crushed into his chest despite the gap between their bodies. Her father's massive member rested heavily her stomach, nearly reaching her tits, illustrating quite vividly for the girl just how deep he would fill her when he was all the way inside. Completely dominated by his huge frame and his iron-hard body, she reached her hands up to hold the titanic pussy-pummeler, still unable to fully encircle the thickness. It pulsed and she let out a moaned whimper.
"God, daddy. It's just so BIG. It's going to split me in two..." She half-whispered, but despite her objections her voice had a touch of excitement at the prospect. "I practiced with all kinds of dildos, but this is just... GOD, daddy." She said, looking up to her father's face with desire. "I need it, daddy, I need you to make me a woman." she pleaded, her knees spreading further apart, her heavy goth boots sinking into the mattress on either side of them.
He nodded and slowly crawled down her body, his red-hot cockhead leaving a trail of clear, sticky precum wherever it passed, a glimmering trail along his daughter's stomach. His lips left a soft trail of kisses down her neck, her collar and on the upper slopes of her breasts. The movement cause her hard, sensitive nipples to drag over his chest, prompting another soft moan from the little sex kitten. Soon the bulbous, angry knob was poised right at the entrance to her dripping pussy, her delicate flower blooming with her desire. His body braced as his abs flexed, pushing the bestial shaft forward, invading her untouched entrance. Her lips parted, then spread, the stretched, the fearsome helmeted head opening her wider than she had even been before. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open at the sensation, the sheer size of her daddy's dick, and the fact that it was the cock she came from, came together into a rush of pleasure, plain, fear, and longing that left her unable to speak. Her arms wrapped around her daddy's broad shoulders as his muscular frame continued to push, driving toward the singular goal of penetrating his daughter. As the last of the head pushed past her lips there was a sudden rush, and the first three inches of daddy dick drove into her suddenly. Her silence broke and she let out a cry of pleasure and pain, feeling her daddy claiming her pussy for himself forever. Her fingers curled involuntarily, raking those black nails across his shoulders to leave narrow, reddened claw marks.
