"Fuck, Daddy! Ugh, so good, don't fucking stop!" My Sammy called out to me as my cock pounded into her fucking tight, young pussy. She was so sloppy wet this morning, the cum I deposited in her last night mixing with her own dripping juices. I reached my hand up from where it had been resting on her tiny hip and threaded my fingers through her hair, grabbing a fistful of it and yanking her head back towards me, arching her back in the process. I used my grip in her hair for leverage, pulling her to me as I fucked her even harder.
"Tell me, baby girl. Tell me how much you love my cock."
"Ugh, Daddy, it's so fucking good. So big, I can feel you stretching me. It hurts so good, you're the biggest I've ever had! I fucking love your cock, Daddy. I love it, I want to worship your cock."
I fucking loved hearing those words come out of my daughter's evidently filthy mouth. The moans and groans now coming from her mouth combined with the sloppy squelching noises coming from her pussy, and the slapping sounds of my hips slamming into her ass with my every thrust were quickly bringing me to the brink. I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer and I wanted to make sure she came with me.
Leaving my right hand firmly planted in her hair, I moved my left hand around in front of her and reached down to her dripping cunt, and rolling her throbbing clit under my fingers.
"Cum for me baby, cum all over Daddy's cock," I ordered as I pinched her clit between two fingers.
"Fuck, Daddy! Shit, I'm so fucking close!"
I swirled my fingers around her clit faster, varying the pattern and speed so she wouldn't have a chance to get used to the sensation, and continued to pound into her in an unrelenting rhythm.
Remembering how much talking dirty to her last night got her going, I pulled her head back farther so that her ear was right next to my mouth. I wrapped my hand around her chest, cupping her breast in my hand and started pulling on her nipple as I spoke in barely a whisper directly into her ear.
"I love your tight little cunt, baby girl. I know you love feeling your Daddy's cock invading your pussy and pounding into you. I'm going to fuck you so much and so hard today, you're not going to be able to sit down at school tomorrow. I'm going to fill your cunt with so much cum it will be dripping down your legs all fucking day. Then, tomorrow morning before you go to school, I'm going to fuck your throat, and cum in your hot little mouth. You'll be able to taste my cum on your tongue all day, but you won't get to feel it in your perfect cunt until you come back to me at the end of the day, and you won't get to cum again until you beg for your Daddy's cock to fucking destroy your pussy. How does that sound, baby girl?"
Her only answer was to groan and bring her hands behind my head and turn to face me. She brought my lips to hers and kissed me passionately, albeit sloppily, as she shoved her tongue into my mouth, trying to taste every inch of me. I could feel how close she was, so I pulled the nipple I had been rolling around in my fingers away from her lithe little body, pinched her clit once more for good measure, and felt her explode around me.
Her mouth came off of mine and she let out a wail; her pussy clenched, and her body started shaking. She closed her eyes and kept panting and moaning as I continued to thrust into her sopping cunt and pinch and pull at her clit, wanting to prolong her orgasm as long as possible. Her pussy clenched around my cock and her body was still twitching in my arms when she turned to look me in the eye and let out a low "Daddyyyyy!"
And that final "Daddy" was my undoing. I dropped one hand from her breast and the other from her clit and put them back on her hips, letting her body fall forward on the bed. Words failed me and I was only able to get out a strangled "fuck, baby" as I thrust into her a few more times and then unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside my daughter's cunt. With my last thrust I ground my pelvis into her and rolled my hips against hers, providing extra friction against her sensitive clit, triggering another mini orgasm out of her. Her pussy clenched around my cock again, milking it of every last drop of my fluids.
I collapsed on top of her, my cock firmly planted within her still quivering depths. We lay like that for a few minutes before I realized she would likely be having trouble breathing with a man twice her size laying on top of her. As I began to roll off of her, my quickly softening cock started to slip from her pussy. "No, Daddy!" she cried and reached down to where we were joined, cupping my cock and preventing it from leaving her.
"I need your cock, Daddy. Please, leave it in me. I never want to be without your cock!"
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us onto our sides, pushing her knees in front of her with my own so that I could keep my cock nestled in her warm, wet pussy.
I brushed her hair out of her face and brought her hand from where it had been resting on my cock up to my face. I licked her fingers clean of our juices, before entwining our fingers and resting them on the bed in front of her stomach.
"Don't worry, baby girl, I'm not going anywhere."
As I lay there, spooning with my only daughter, in a way that was far from innocent, I listened to her breathing even out as she fell into a relaxed slumber, and I contemplated how we got here. I knew this morning was certainly her doing, as I had woken up to the fantastic sensation of her swallowing the head of my cock down her throat. That wake-up would go down in the history books. I had been dreaming of fucking her, not surprising after what we did last night, but then to wake up and find her hot fucking mouth surrounding my cock, looking up at me with those bright blue eyes as she worked her head down my shaft until her nose was pressed against my pelvis. She blinked once and then fucking swallowed around my cock head.
When she came up for air, seemingly hours later, she looked me right in the eye and, after kissing the tip of my cock with her beautiful pouty lips, told me "I need you to fuck me now, Daddy. I've been trying to wake you up for so long, and I'm so fucking wet. I need your dick in me, Daddy, please, make me feel good."
Yes, this morning was definitely her.
Last night, however, I wasn't so sure.
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I sat on the couch waiting for her to get home. She was late. Two hours, to be exact. My Sammy was never late. She was a good girl, and she never broke curfew. She knew that if she was going to be late, all she had to do was call and let me know. So the fact that she hadn't called and still wasn't home was driving me insane with worry.
Images of my baby girl in awful situations kept flashing through my brain. Car accident. Stranded by her irresponsible friends, afraid to call despite my constant assurances that I wouldn't be mad if she called while stuck in a compromising position.
Ugh. Don't think about compromising positions.
Out with that loser boyfriend of hers.
I swear, if he does anything to hurt my baby girl...
I couldn't even finish the thought.
It was after thoughts of what she and her boyfriend might be doing; what he might be doing to her that I really started to panic. My Sammy was such a good girl, I couldn't bear the thought that her shitty high school boyfriend might be defiling her as I sat at home worrying about her. I knew how teenage boys thought. I remember. My Sammy was beautiful and innocent, she would drive the boys wild. They would think of corrupting my perfect little girl, and if they were likely to be granted time in her presence, would stop at nothing to get in her pants. Or get her into theirs.
Chase was her first real boyfriend. She had brought him home to meet me before she would agree to go out with him. I didn't like him. He was too smooth, with his varsity football jacket on, and his "yes, sir," "no, sir," answers. I could tell he was trying to impress me, hoping that I would trust him with my precious baby girl, and he played the part well. Of course, even if he hadn't, my baby wasn't really a baby anymore and I let her live her life and make her own choices. And mistakes. I just asked that she be smart and make good decisions.
I caught them making out on the couch in the living room a couple of times, but never anything more. I made sure Chase was always very aware that I was around and that while they had
some
privacy, they were still in my home and I would always be there when they were. He wasn't getting my Sammy home alone.
But now that he had his own car, they went out more. I knew I could trust Sam to continue to make good choices, I still didn't trust Chase. Even if he respected my daughter, he was still a teenage boy whose hormones were raging. Of course, even though she was two hours late in coming home, I never blamed her. I knew they had gone out with a group of friends, but I was sure Chase would quickly try to get her on her own. I was furious at the thought that he might be doing something to take away her innocence while I sat at home, unable to stop him.
And those thoughts were what led me to my first drink. I started drinking when she was late by an hour, so by the time it reached two hours, I had finished my third scotch and was contemplating a fourth.
I got up to pour myself that fourth drink when I finally heard a car pull up in our driveway. I put my glass on the bar and went to wait in the hallway. I heard keys fumbling in the locks of the front door, and finally the door swung open revealing my precious, apparently unharmed, daughter to me.
I stepped forward and pulled her to me, relief flooding my every cell that she was okay.
"God, Sammy, I was so worried about you! Are you okay, baby girl?"
She wrapped her arms around me, burrowing her face into my chest and humming in contentment.
"Yeah, Daddy, I'm fine."
When she said that, and I had now ascertained that she really was fine, I started to get angry again. I reached behind her to shut the door and watched Chase's car drive away before closing and locking it. I backed away from my daughter and took in her appearance.
She was wearing black, strappy high heels tall enough to make even the most graceful woman falter. Her little black skirt, while not tight, was shorter than anything I had seen her in, and I was sure that if she spun around, the skirt would rise and anyone would be able to see her smooth, firm, beautiful ass. Then there was her shirt. It wasn't classically slutty, but it showed off her assets quite purposefully. It was tight, bright red, and low cut. Her tits were pushed up underneath creating the most beautiful cleavage. The shirt had a wide neck, leaving her shoulders bare, with barely there "sleeves" that were really just about an inch of fabric resting on her upper arms.
This was
