Author's note:
I'm not a native speaker, so please forgive the little mistakes that surely have sneaked its way into this story. But I just had to write this exactly the way I did, as this is a fantasy that needed to come to life just like this.
I hope you enjoy!
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"May I suck your penis, Daddy?" a soft voice purred from below.
He closed the book he was reading and looked into eyes blue as a mountain river, pleading for his approval. She was kneeling in front of him, by his feet on the floor.
"You know what I said", his stern voice replied.
She looked puzzled, never being the smartest girl, but oh so very trusting and always joyful. After her mother had left them her daddy had become her whole world. And once she figured out that he liked to look at naked, beautiful women and pleasure himself, it was only logical for her to want to help him with that.
A week after she turned eighteen she found herself in his bed and to put it in his words, 'become the woman her mother never had been for him'. That was three weeks ago. Since then, there was no two days without her making him feel good, something he hadn't experienced since ages ago.
"What do you mean Daddy?" She looked around the room, found the clock on the wall and pouted. "You said your dinner meeting wouldn't start 'till seven. I know I can make you feel good way faster than that. You know I can."
He replied coldly, "That was not what I meant."
She blinked a few times. Then tears welled up in her eyes. "But, Daddy...you said you wouldn't...Karen was just a friend and you...wouldn't need her as long as you have me." She sobbed.
It broke his heart when he saw her like that. So he swooped her in his arms and pressed her delicate frame against his wide chest and belly, a remaining part of his former strongman career.
Gently he wiped away her tears. "Shh, princess. You know I would never hurt you like that. As long as I have you, there will never be a woman in my heart."
"Really?" She sniffed.
"Yes", he smiled. "No woman in my heart except for my little princess."
She managed a smile and hugged him, her petite arms having trouble fully encircling his massive body.
Suddenly, she pulled away. "But why won't you let me make you feel good, Daddy?"
He lifted his hand, four fingers in the air. "You know the rules, princess."
She nodded eagerly, a big smile plastered on her beautiful face.
"Tell me", he commanded.
She stuck out her tongue, thinking for just a moment before she look at him joyfully.
"First...? ", he questioned.
"Never when we are not alone or not at home." She looked around. "But we are, all alone all at home."
He nodded slowly, pleased by his darling princess. "Second...?"
"Always be fresh and clean." She lifted her arms and leaned forward, so he could sniff at her arm pits. "I just got out of the shower half an hour ago."
Quickly, without her noticing it, he drew in a breath. She smelled of soap and her own aroma, a most pleasant mixture.
"Third...?"
"Always take the pill. And I do, Daddy. Promise."
He kissed her on the lips, much more than the quick peck most people would consider normal for fathers and daughters.
"Fourth...?"
She bit her lip, her inner thought process clearly showing. Tapping her well manicured nails on her chin, she suddenly remembered. "You are the master. What you says counts, even if it's against the other rules."
He smiled lovingly. "Very good, little princess. And now, what does my little slut want?"
She beamed a striking smile, knowing exactly that when he called her 'his slut' playtime had begun.
Striking a sexy yet innocent pose, she coyly whispered: "To make you feel good Daddy."
"And how would you do that?"
"By sucking your cock."
He grinned devilish, reaching for his fly. But before he had pulled the zipper half-way, an idea made him pause. Patting his knee, he slid his strong right arm around his feather-light princess and made her sit.
"First, little slut, I want to play a little game."
"Yeah, a game. I always love our special games", she babbled.
