Daddy's Princess
by Alex Barton
It must be said I found it difficult to concentrate on what my elderly aunt Agatha was saying regarding her difficulty in finding a dressmaker to replace the one who had announced her intention to retire. This was because my darling daughter Vivienne was at that very moment boarding the train from Dover to Victoria station and would shortly be in my arms and then, as soon as we reached my townhouse in Mayfair, my bed. The thought made my cock harden in my breeches and my balls tingle with delicious anticipation.
I longed to take my leave of my aunt and hurry to meet Vivienne who would be spending the weekend with me to celebrate her 19
th
birthday, a most special occasion because she lived in Paris with her mother from whom I was now amicably divorced. Of course I paid for Vivienne's education and living expenses and often told her how much I wished for her to come and live with me in London but she insisted she preferred Paris for its fashions, culture, gastronomy and her many admirers, so any attempt at persuasion on my part was doomed to fail.
My only consolation in this regard was that I had thoroughly debauched my beautiful daughter as soon as she reached the age of 18, with the full awareness and approval of her mother, and it was Honorine's suggestion that I should make my daughter's birthday especially memorable by introducing her to the pleasures of anal sex.
'She must delight in taking her husband's cock in her bottom on her wedding night,' Honorine had written in her last letter. 'It is 1910 and Parisian men expect to fuck young women in the ass.' While I would argue that Englishmen are even more addicted to this particular pleasure, I agreed with heartfelt enthusiasm to the prospect of being the first to plunder my darling daughter's plump and curvy bum.
"I do hope you will forgive me, Aunt Agatha," I finally said in a firm voice. "But I have an appointment with my tailor and will be charged for his time should I fail to arrive."
"Of course, dear boy," my aunt said, ringing the bell for the maid to show me out. "It is always a pleasure to see you," and smiled at me.
"I shall call again very soon, dearest Aunt," I said, taking my hat and cane from the maid as I paused briefly to kiss my aunt farewell and passed out of the front door to hail the first passing hansom cab.
*
I was fortunate in that my delay in setting out for the station was paralleled by a delay to the train's arrival so I was able to be waiting at the barrier when a vision of breathtaking loveliness alighted from a first-class carriage accompanied by a porter pushing a trolley loaded with a trunk and several hatboxes. I waved with the enthusiasm of a schoolboy; Vivienne waved back and I could tell from the quickening of her step how excited she was to see me.
"Darling Daddy!" she exclaimed when, a moment later, I held my dearest girl in my arms, my lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, her enormous breasts mounded against my chest which I found intensely arousing. I longed to place my hands upon my darling's curvaceous buttocks and draw her even closer so that I could press the length of my fully erect prick against her mons but, as we were in public, I dared not. Vivienne, however, had no such reservations.
"I can feel how much you have missed me, Papa," Vivienne purred in my ear and then added with a delightful pressure of her pussy against the base of my cock, "And I you."
"Cab, sir?" the porter said as I led Vivienne toward the exit.
"Please," I said and a moment later helped my daughter up after slipping the helpful chap a shilling. He winked at me and I laughed; Vivienne's bosom is so impressive no man can resist staring.
As soon as I closed the door of the carriage behind us and twitched the curtains securely closed I gathered Vivienne onto my lap, calling out to the coachman the address of my townhouse and telling him to take the scenic route, aware he would know what this meant.
My eyes meeting Vivienne's, I wasted no time in taking her hand in mine and placing it over the shaft of my rampant prick as I kissed her neck and up under her hairline to her ear which she loves.
I moaned, "Can you feel how hard I am for you, my darling, how I have longed for your return?"
"Daddy, you cannot be serious," Vivienne said with an adorable pout, albeit while giving me cock a firm caress. "It has been three months since my last visit and, as handsome as you are, you must surely have bedded a hundred beautiful women in that time rather than await my return..."
I slid my hand up and cupped the huge globe of her breast through the bodice of her dress, stroking my thumb back and forth over her already hard nipple.
"Darling girl, you are testing me. I have not, nor ever would, want anyone but you, my own dearest daughter. I adore you, I desire you, I wish to ravish you right here and now. But I am prepared to wait until I can lay you back on my four-poster and see your shapely legs waving in the air as I fuck my prick repeatedly into your pretty little cunt. I will prove, without a doubt from the quantity of sperm I intend to pump into you, that any other
liaison
was intended solely to gratify my lust because I cherish my own dear daughter above every other woman."
Vivienne closed her eyes with rapture, her mouth seeking mine.
"Oh Papa," she moaned, "I love you so much."
I took advantage of her passionate desire to slide my hand beneath the folds of her petticoats and between her thighs until I reached the exquisite little slit nestled at the top of her legs.
"Darling, how delightful!" I exclaimed as I discovered her mons was as bare and smooth as a baby's bottom.
Vivienne giggled and squirmed her bottom on my lap the better to allow the entry of my fingers into her creamy wet cunt.
"Do you like it?" she whispered in my ear. "It is all the rage in Paris for women to remove their curls and makes it so much more pleasurable when a beau has his tongue between her legs licking her to a delicious orgasm."
"And you know this from frequent experience, I assume?" I asked with a wry laugh to which she giggled and nodded.
So lost in our sexual banter were we that I hardly noticed the cab had stopped. But I suddenly realized it had and I called out to the driver, "Cabbie, what's the hold up?"
"Brewer's dray has spilled its load across the roadway, sir," the cabbie called down.
"Squeeze past as soon as the way is clear, won't you? There's half a sovereign in it for you."
"Right you are, sir," the cabbie called and I sat back and continued masturbating Vivienne and fondling her magnificent breasts, my mouth desperate to suckle her erect nipples.
Vivienne broke our kiss and said, "No," in a firm voice. "I cannot wait until we reach your bedroom. I must suck your prick
now
Papa," and she slid her body back on my lap so she could reach down for the buttons of my breeches and work them open. I sighed with delight as she freed my cock which reared up, thick and rampant, pulsing in the clasp of her fingers, a pearly drop of fluid welling from the tiny slit to ooze down the shaft.
"You have such a beautiful cock, Daddy," she purred against my ear and then lowered her head into my lap, opening her lips and taking the whole length into her mouth so that I felt the constriction of her throat round my glans, a sensation as near to heaven on earth as any man can experience.
Gently I placed my hands on her head, guiding her into a rhythm that would bring me to a swift conclusion because, while I adore coming in her mouth, hearing her swallow the thick creamy seed which my balls produce seemingly endlessly, I calculated that once round the obstruction blocking our path it would be less than ten minutes before we were home.