Melissa Loves Daddy

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. Any good dad would miss his daughter going away to college, and it had been a couple of months now. The things we did together were etched in my mind, her flooded pussy as my finger entered her, her innocent eyes looking up at me as she licked my cum off her arm, the taste of her skin as I bit into it. After getting home from that first visit, I felt like I could handle these feelings, like I could keep a lid on my perverted desires. Without Melissa here, she didn't dominate my mind, and in our text and phone conversations I could keep things appropriate. Sort of. But I would be picking her up tomorrow and I dreaded and longed for our time together.

She would be here right in front of me, and for almost a week. She had made my resistance crumble so many times. Just the thought of her being here made me start to get hard. I hadn't wanted a woman this much since Leslie and I had first met. And that was twenty years ago. Just the thought of Melissa was enough to get me hard. My mind went back to that day in the hotel, when I had her over my lap, her ass wide open and fragrant. She had begged me to make her cum, but after the first time I couldn't help myself. I was riding high on lust and had to do it again. I curled my fingers around my diamond hard cock.

In the shower I had a little privacy. Leslie was in the next room packing for her trip to the mountains with her book club.

"It's not going to be my finger this time, Missy Bear," I muttered. "You ready for Daddy to stretch you wide open with his cock?" The tinkling crash of the shower muffled my voice.

"Please, Daddy," fantasy Melissa said. In my fantasy she lay over my lap. She had on that sexy pleated skirt I had told her to wear and nothing underneath. Her ass and hips had always been wide, and she was sensitive about it. To me, though, she looked like a goddess with her curves. I spread her ass cheeks, my fingers sinking into them. Her asshole and hairy pussy were completely exposed. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

I squirmed on the bed, and pulled my pants and boxers down. My dick was all the way hard, and fantasy Melissa's eyes widened in awe. "I've never seen one for real, Daddy. I love it, I want it inside of me."

My hands tightened on the sides of her soft, round ass and I placed her just above my cock. Fantasy Melissa looked back at me, her face framed by her black curls and her green eyes shining. Her ass loomed over me like the moon, her pussy dripping wet. "Please, Daddy," she whispered.

I pulled her butt down, and my member parted the lips of her pussy, drips of her juice running down the sides. "Daddy, oh my God," she moaned. Her body twitched as my dick skewered her.

"Take Daddy's cock like a good girl, Missy Bear," I gasped. I was already so close to cumming.

Inch by inch, my dick penetrated her, the anxious muscles of her insides twitching around me. "Feels so good, Daddy. I love you," she said. I started to stroke my cock back and forth, and with each stroke past my bell end, I felt closer to cumming.

Fantasy Melissa's luscious, fat ass loomed before me, jiggling each time it crashed into my crotch. My dick plunged in and out of her. With each thrust was an obscene, wet squelch and another whimper from her. "I love you too, Babydoll. You gonna cum for Daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whined. "Your cock feels so good inside my kitty."

I groaned, and my hand on my engorged dick sped up. "This is what I'm gonna do when you're here, Missy. Daddy's gonna stretch you wide open with his cock!" Fire ripped through my body as I landed the last stroke I needed. "Uhhh, fuck!" I moaned.

My cock thumped once, that first blast making my eyelids squeeze together. I stumbled and for a moment I thought I would slip and fall. Wouldn't that be a hell of a surprise for Leslie to find? Again, my dick strained against my fingers, the cum running down my hand and still slick despite the water of the shower. "Jonah?" I heard.

Leslie burst through the door of the bathroom, "Jonah did you ca- Oh my God!" Through my squinted lids I saw the shock on her face.

"Leslie," I groaned.

She turned away, "I thought I heard you call me. I didn't know you were jerking off in here." Her voice was annoyed.

"Yeah, babe," I said, my voice croaking, still in the throes of my climax. Leslie made an annoyed grunt and closed the door. The spraying water washed my cum down the drain.

--

There were never a lot of dishes after breakfast. I had volunteered to fix an omelet for me and Leslie. Maybe I felt a little awkward about her catching me jacking off, maybe I wanted to do something nice for her before she left, maybe I felt a little guilty about my thoughts of Melissa. She sat at the table, putting the last bite of toast in her mouth. "So what book did book club pretend to read this time?" I asked, deadpan.

The sound of the running water obscured her voice. She mumbled something. "What?" I said, turning the water off.

"We're reading

Twilight,"

she huffed.

I chuckled, "Seriously? I didn't see you reading it."

"I read the free sample online," she said. "It was Sandy's turn to pick the book."

"I thought you were too old for stuff like that," I teased.

"Shut up. And like you said, I didn't read it anyway. For all both of us knows it could be a masterpiece, unless you have reading habits you're not telling me about. People in our group have all kinds of tastes, we read

Harry Potter

last year and then that Michelle Obama memoir. More than you've been reading."

She had me there. I never was much of a reader. I would occasionally read something on local wildlife, or use a guidebook when I hiked. "Well, have fun I guess."

There was only the clinking of dishes and the sound of the water in the sink for a minute or so. "I didn't expect to see you touching yourself this morning," she said, her voice guarded.

"You've always known I've done it. There's nothing wrong with it." Early in our relationship, she caught me looking at porn and jerking off. I'll never forget how she looked, angry and surprised and truly hurt. She thought it was cheating, and I obviously felt differently. It was an argument that took place sporadically over several days. Leslie and I weren't much for shouting, and we tried to approach these kinds of things in good faith. We settled on me being allowed to masturbate, but out of her sight and no porn. It wasn't like I needed porn to get off. When I was a teenager I always just thought of girls at school.

"You know I don't like seeing it," she grumbled.

"That's why I did it in the bathroom. I thought I had privacy."

"I came in because you were talking. Can't you just be quiet?"

"I have to get my release, Leslie. We haven't done much for a while," we had fucked when we went to visit Melissa and got a hotel room. I was so horny from being around Melissa, that I eventually got Leslie into the mood. Our sex could be a little plain sometimes, as there were boundaries we had on what we did and didn't do. I had given up on convincing her to let me fuck her in the ass years ago. She said it was disgusting and I couldn't explain why I would want to put it in there when her pussy was right there. Still, sex was nice when we did it.

"I have sciatica, Jonah. I can't just drop everything and bend over when you get horny." It was an unfair reality of our relationship, but my discontent had grown over the past several years and seeing Melissa sent it into overdrive. What the fuck kind of husband gets horny for his daughter? A desperate one, was my excuse.

"Leslie, fuck, you don't even have to do much. It's more mood for you than pain."

"You want me to lie there like a dead fish for you? Just lie back and think of England? Fucking gross, Jonah."

"Wouldn't be the first time," I sneered.

"Well, it would never have to happen if you didn't browbeat me." Leslie stood up. "Who are you even thinking of, anyway?" I had made the mistake of telling her about the safety coordinator at our company, Dina, who had massive tits and wore low-cut blouses. We were both drunk when she got it out of me.

But now fear tightened around my throat. I glanced back at her. When you have a big enough secret you feel like people can see inside your head and pick it out. Well, Melissa and I had a monster of a secret. "It doesn't matter," I said.

"Fuck this, go jack off on the back porch for all I care." Leslie got up from the table.

--

We managed to make up before Leslie left on her trip. Though I felt like she had started it, it was one of those things where we were deep enough in the argument, that both of us had things to be sorry for, regardless of who started it. You don't stay married for twenty years if you don't know how to settle.

After her friends came by and picked her up, it was time. I got in the car and drove to get Melissa. It was a nice drive, mostly farms and ranches and brown grass, and it was nice passing through San Jose. After a few hours I approached her blocky concrete dorm building and texted her that I was here. My joints were creaky and stiff as they always were after such a drive, especially when I had to drive the whole way.

I knew she would want a hug when she came, so I got out of the car and waited on the sidewalk in front of the building. It felt good to stretch my legs, and get some fresh air and breeze. My heart was pounding, though, and I was semi-hard just thinking about seeing her. I licked my lips, wondering what she would be wearing. It wasn't quite a cold day. I don't think I had ever even seen a cold day in Santa Cruz. My hope was that she would wear something revealing.

But nothing could prepare me for the moment I saw her, my beautiful, sweet girl. "Daddy!" she squealed when she emerged from the building. She had on a light, green sweater that made her body look sleek and streamlined. She must have given my pleasure some thought, because she wore a pair of tight, white shorts that showed off her curves and came far up her legs. She looked gorgeous, incredible. Her green eyes were already glassy and shining. My face warmed and my cock started to pump up. It would be fully hard in a few seconds.

She ran toward, arms outstretched and crashed into me. When I first saw her, I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but now that she was running toward me she clearly wasn't. "Oh Daddy, I've missed you so much!" She sniffled, and I prayed that she wouldn't start full-on sobbing. Her black curls tickled my chin.

I patted her back and squeezed her tight. Her body always felt so good in my arms, and in a completely innocent way in the past. Not so much now. "I've thought about you so much, Babydoll. I'm getting old, you can't just tackle me like this." Melissa rubbed her face into me, and her scent filled my nostrils. There was no perfume, but a faint whiff of her sweat and natural aroma. She had pulled herself closer and closer to me, finally pressing against my fully erect cock.

"I'm just so glad to see you, Daddy. I love you I love you I love you." She kissed my face with each "I love you."

"Missy Bear," I said. She squirmed against my hardon. "I love you too."

She looked up at me. There was that knowing looking in her eyes. "Feels like you're pretty glad to see me too. You know, I've thought a lot about what we did when you were here." We hadn't even gotten in the car, and already things were getting inappropriate because of my stupid dick.

What we did had dominated my mind for the past few months, but I didn't dare say it. I gave a noncommittal answer. "We're gonna have fun while you're here."

"The same kind of fun?" She asked.

Her candor threw me off. "Umm, well, we'll eat out I guess. I know this great place for breakfast where your mom and I go. I've got a hiking trail I want to try out too. If you want, we can watch some movies." That was where it had all started. Melissa and I were cuddling on movie night, just like we had done for years, and then Melissa told me that she wanted me to touch her and then it just flew out of control from there. I shouldn't downplay my own responsibility in this or in any of what we did. I knew what I was doing.

"You wanna eat me out, huh, Daddy?" She giggled at my horrified expression. "That sounds like a lot of fun." She looked up at me, and the adoration in her eyes melted me.

"Babydoll, I've missed you so much," I was grinning like an idiot now. Part of it was how hot Melissa was getting me and what I was thinking about doing with her. But I couldn't. Having her here though was weaving that same spell on me. It seemed so easy to say no, so easy to do the right thing when Melissa wasn't right in front of me. Now, her presence intoxicated me and I wanted to tear her clothes off, bend her over the hood of the car, and fuck her senseless.

I tried hard to steer the conversation in the car. Melissa told me about school. She had decided that she wanted to major in psychology, but hadn't decided what kind of career she wanted. She told me about her roommate and her friends. I didn't dare ask about boys, and I told myself it was because I wanted to keep our conversation sex free. The truth was, I would have been madly jealous if she had feelings for anyone else. Thankfully Melissa didn't see fit to bring up the subject. Most of the trip was fast on wide open highways, the dry landscape speeding past us.

"Kinda surprised Mom didn't come with you," Melissa said.

"She's with her book club friends, Missy Bear. They're in the mountains."

There was a pause, only the drone of the car engine audible. "So how long do we have the house to ourselves?"

I didn't like her tone. "She's coming back on Wednesday. We're going to have to help her with Thanksgiving dinner."

"Oh," she said, her voice bursting with excitement. "Daddy, this is our chance."

"Missy, no. God damn it, I thought you were going to drop this."

"When did I say I was going to drop it?" Her tone was flat.

"You didn't, but-"

"You assumed," she said. I said nothing. "Daddy, you can't tell me that you thought I would forget about you making me cum and me returning the favor. How could I?"

My heart pounded in my ears. I was terrified, but also painfully aroused. There had never been anything I wanted so bad, yet also feared so much. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about it, Daddy? Don't I mean more than that to you?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten..." I struggled to find the words.

"Well, I don't think we need to pretend anymore. You've been playing coy with me and I've been beating around the bush. The game has been a lot of fun, but I'm tired of it. Here's the honest truth. I want you to fuck me. And I know you want to fuck me too," she said.

I coughed and sputtered, reeling. "Missy, fuck! You can't say things like that!"

"Why not, Daddy? We both know it's true. Tell me you don't want to fuck me. Go on."

I shook my head vigorously, "Missy, please-"

"I knew it! I'm not stupid, Daddy. I can see how hard you are. Just pull over at the next rest stop, and we can find a secluded spot. Why wait? My kitty is ready for you, I've been playing with it all morning. You can just bend me over and fill me up." She grinned.

My heart pounded and I felt dizzy, disoriented. My trembling hands gripped the steering wheel. I couldn't speak, I could barely even keep the car on the road. Missy was saying something next to me, but my head was already swimming with what she had just said. The car veered into the next lane, and the car behind us honked and squealed its brakes.

"You're gonna get us killed, Daddy," Missy cried.

I slowed down and carefully pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. The car bumped with the rough surface and came to a stop. My mind reeled. I rested my poor head on the steering wheel, my breath shuddering and deep. Melissa reached over and rubbed my back. "Daddy, jeez. It's ok."

A few ragged breaths, and I felt something resembling control. My heart was still thudding like it was going to jump out of my chest, and my hands were rattling madly. Missy rubbed my shoulders, and her boob pressed into my side. "Oh, Daddy. I guess I'm coming on a little strong," she giggled. "We can talk about it."

Cars rushed past us, and Missy's hands on my shoulders relaxed me a bit more. I was still reeling and panicking, but I didn't quite feel like I was going to have a heart attack anymore. "Melissa," my voice quavered, "you're my daughter!"

"That doesn't mean we can't-"

"Yes it does!" I shouted. "It's abusive, Missy. Fuck, I can't believe I'm having to explain. This is common fucking decency. It just

doesn't happen.

We can't."

"Who's been pushing this the hardest, Daddy? I'm eighteen. I can fuck anyone I want and I want you to fuck me. This isn't your overstepping. You're not manipulating, you're not forcing. You still want it as bad as I do, though."

"Missy, how did this happen? Where did I go wrong?" My throat constricted.

"Well, it started when you made me cum on movie night before I left for school. Remember how I begged you to touch my garden again like that?"

"Then it is my fault! I started this." My eyes started to burn. Fuck, I didn't want to cry in front of her.

"Daddy, hey," she said, and rubbed my shoulders harder. "My eyes are open here, and I know what I want. I want your cock inside of me, I want you to fuck-"

"Stop! Shit, stop saying that! You're my daughter and I can't have sex with you." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.

"Why not?"

For the first time I turned to face her. Her face was just as red as mine, but she had a look of satisfaction, as if her confession was a great weight off her mind. Could something this obvious be a confession? She had that look in her eyes like she wanted to devour me. "We're father and daughter, if you get pregnant..."

Something flashed across her face, and I knew I had misspoken. "I'm on the pill, Daddy. I told you I've been preparing for you to fu- have sex with me." It only sounded marginally better. "Everything's ready, and now that Mom's going to be gone, it's like fate."

"But..." The world around me felt unreal. I knew what Melissa had wanted, if I was totally honest. But now with it staring me in the face, I was overwhelmed. My head rested on the steering wheel again.

"Be honest, Daddy. You want this too. All those times you touched me, the time you bought me clothes and I sent you pictures, you liked all of that. And you love me, don't you?"

"Missy Bear, I love you more than anything," I muttered.

"Then tell me the truth. You feel the same about me. You want to touch me, and make me cum and fu- make love to me." Wow, somehow that sounded even worse. For the first time her voice faltered. "I just thought you cared about me so much that you want to make me feel good. Most Daddies and daughters don't do this, but I thought we had something special, something better. I thought you loved me like that."

I sighed. "Babydoll..." I paused, listening to the cars zip by. "It's true. You're a beautiful and sweet girl. All those times I touched you, I loved it. To please you like that, for you to melt in my arms, to fulfill your desires. I loved it."

"See? That wasn't so hard, now was it? So then-"

"And that's why we need to resist. Melissa, this is wrong, no matter how good it feels. I'm never going to

have sex

," I hissed the words, "with you. Never.

Never.

"

I braced myself for Missy's reaction. She hated it when I raised my voice at her, and I only did when I felt it was absolutely necessary. And I was letting her down, which I had always tried my best not to do. I looked over to her. What I saw on her face was worse than anger, worse than tears. She was smug, confident.