Melissa Loves Daddy

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

It was like I had been falling for so long and someone caught me. For the past few days, I had been everything to Daddy. When I was at school he was all I could think about, and I wondered if he would be my everything when I came home for Thanksgiving. When we had talked and texted, he was guarded, telling me Mom might find out if we were too overt about it. He didn't even respond when I sent him a picture of my boobies. I cried that night.

I was a bundle of nerves when I got back. I tried to talk to Daddy on the ride home, but he was uncooperative and got upset. Before I got home, he hadn't fucked me yet. He had used his fingers, and they were amazing, but I hadn't had his cock inside me. I dreamed about it, Daddy looming over me, pinning me down and deflowering me, his red face sweating. I needed him to do it. It had always seemed creepy to me when you heard about religious girls pledging their purity to their daddy. They would dress up and go on "dates" with their daddies. Now I got it, or so I thought.

But in the end I got what I needed from him, over and over. It had hurt every time, first because I had never been fucked before, but after that I was sore. Daddy was so rough, like I had brought something uncontrollable out of him. I thought when we fucked he would be slow and gentle, but he pounded my kitty. It was scary at first, but just like when he bit me, I

liked

the pain. I liked the danger because it was him and he wouldn't give me more than I could handle. Daddy would ask me who my body belonged to. He knew the answer, but always ask who my body belonged to. It was him of course. Every part of me, and my body was his to do what he wanted with it.

Even when he spanked my butt so hard I cried in the grocery store bathroom, I loved it. The struggle, the pain, the mischief made me so hot. I knew that in the end I was safe and that my daddy would take care of me, and he always did.

I stood behind Daddy as he carved the turkey. My eyes were glued to his strong arms. Slice after slice came off, and I rubbed his back as he cut. "It looks good, Daddy," I cooed.

"I certainly hope it does, we spent long enough glazing and stuffing it," Daddy said. He accused me of teasing him, but then he said stuff like this to me.

I leaned toward his ear and whispered, "The turkey isn't all that needs glazing and stuffing." I could see the smile he tried to suppress.

Mom and her friend Carol were sitting at the table, talking and drinking red wine. There was something about the way they talked to each other. We never had company for Thanksgiving except for family. I knew there was something wrong. Mom never laughed at Daddy the way she did Carol, and there was this

look

that Carol gave her. I had hinted at it a few times to Daddy, but he either didn't notice or didn't care.

The most frustrating thing was that if I told him, he would just think I was being jealous, trying to stir the pot. Mom was the

other woman

now, that much was true. Daddy had also promised not to fuck her anymore. My heart pounded when they even talked to each other, and I imagined Daddy bending her over and fucking her like he did with me. What Daddy told me though, was that it had never been like this with another woman, that he never felt like this about anyone else or came as hard as he did with me. I had melted for him the first time he said it, and every other time it gave me a quiver and a tingle all over my body. We were meant for each other.

"You know, Black Friday is tomorrow," Carol said to Mom. I was enraged at her in a whole other way. If she and Mom were up to something, as I was sure they were, then she was complicit in Mom stabbing Daddy in the back. "If we get up early, we can get all the good sales." She grinned. It didn't help that she was pretty, either. She must have been in her fifties, but her body was beautiful and fit, and she wore her shining gray hair proudly, where most women hid it.

"You want to go shopping tomorrow?" Mom was dubious, I knew she hated Black Friday.

"We can have breakfast, too. I know this great cafe," Carol said.

"Sure," Mom said. She looked down, and a blush touched her face.

I couldn't believe it. "Mom, you hate Black Friday," I grumbled.

"I don't

hate

it." Mom stammered.

"Yeah you do, every year you talk about how dumb it is."

Now Mom's face was incandescent red. "We don't have to-" Carol began.

"No, I want to. It's good to try new things." Mom glared at me. Daddy stayed silent, and I didn't even look back at him. I was sure this was making him uncomfortable too.

"It's a date, then," I said. Carol chuckled and Mom stiffened.

"Missy..." Daddy admonished. "Don't antagonize your mother."

"Don't worry, Blo- Leslie. I promise we'll have fun." What was she about to call Mom? They stared at each other for a few seconds, seemingly startled by what Carol had almost let slip.

"It's ready," Daddy said. "Get your plates." I stood next to Daddy, holding my plate out and giving him my sweetest eyes. "White or dark meat?" Daddy said.

"You know the kind of meat I want, Daddy." I giggled as he blushed. He forked white meat onto my plate. "No, Daddy. Feed it to me."

"I am, Missy. It's on your plate." I knew that look, Daddy knew exactly what I wanted and he was annoyed.

"No, in my mouth." I opened wide and stuck my tongue out. Mom and Carol watched.

Reluctantly, Daddy forked another piece and put it right into my mouth. I never broke eye contact with him. My lips closed around the fork and my mouth flooded with juicy turkey. I hummed in pleasure. My eyes wide and innocent, I chewed and swallowed. "Thank you, Daddy. I love you." Just like always, this flustered Daddy. Stuff like this turned him on, and got him in the mood to fuck. But it made him mad that I was manipulating and showing off. I glanced down at his pants. There was no visible tent yet, but I wasn't done.

We piled up our plates and sat down at the table. I scooted my chair closer to Daddy and rubbed my bare toe up his leg. We passed around the mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, and rolls. Three three of them made small talk, Daddy being especially awkward when I touched his bare feet with mine. "I want you to feed me some more, Daddy," I whispered and scooted my chair closer.

"Missy, shh," he said.

"Come on, Daddy. Give me a bite." I could see it in his eyes. It was another thing he wanted to do, but also was desperate not to. "Your gravy looks delicious, just put some of it in my mouth. Your gravy is always the best." He started when I put my hand on his leg. I felt like I had in the grocery store. He was my Daddy, the very best Daddy and the sexiest Daddy. The Daddy I needed to fuck me. And I wanted the whole world to know that he would go as far as it took to make his little girl happy, even as far as fucking his own daughter. I started to get wet tingles.

They all looked at me, and I stared at Daddy, hoping my eyes looked cute and pleading. He wanted to do it so badly, to deliver his gift in my mouth, to put it inside me. His trembling fork speared a piece of turkey, wet and glistening with gravy. As it moved toward me, I opened wide for Daddy. I was willing to open every part of me for him, for him to do whatever he liked. When the turkey hit my tongue, it was the juiciest, most delicious thing I had ever tasted and I closed my eyes as I swallowed. Well, maybe the second most juicy and delicious thing.

"Thank you, Daddy," I kissed him on the cheek, smudging a little gravy on him. Mom and Carol both stared and I gave them the sweetest smile I could.

Mom was more guarded after that, like I had spooked her. Daddy was also nervous with my hand moving up his leg. Carol was the only one who was acting normal, as if a man's horny daughter asking him to put it in her mouth was something she saw every day. They continued their small talk, about what the weather was like, the place the book club stayed at, the book they pretended to read. I was starting to feel bored.

But when my hand finally moved up to Daddy's crotch, he was hard and throbbing. A rush shot through my body, and my tingles and wetness became unbearable. I needed to jump on that cock, to ride it until Daddy filled me with his cream. It needed it inside me, fucking me so hard that he ignored my pleas for mercy. Though his body tensed when I touched him, Daddy pushed my hand away without missing a beat. He ignored the dirty look I gave him.

I squirmed in my seat. The night before, Daddy had licked my kitty. It was amazing. Though I liked Daddy being rough with me, his tenderness and care were an altogether new thrill. Today too I sucked his cock, or more accurately he pinned me against the wall and fucked my throat. I had gagged and slobbered and coughed, but I was completely gratified having pleased Daddy, and the moment he watched me swallow his cum I nearly came myself. Before Mom got home, Daddy fucked me four or more times a day, it was like his cum was always inside me and my kitty was always sore and achey from his powerful cock. It had only been a few hours, but I was already horny as hell.

"Daddy," I whispered.

"What, Missy?" He didn't whisper.

I didn't know what to say to him, and just gave him a needy look. "Melissa, are you ok?" Mom said.

Mom's face was more annoyed than concerned and I fixed her with a gaze. "I'm fine, Mom," my tone was flat. "We're here with the people we love. We all want to have fun, right?" I shifted my eyes for just a second to Carol. No wonder Mom wanted to lick her garden, if that's really what she wanted. She was a silver fox, and she wore makeup that emphasized her mature beauty instead of covering it up. She had a little button nose and clear, open eyes. Her short hair actually looked like a pixie cut rather than the old lady do it was on most women. My gut feeling that Mom wanted her was overwhelming, though. The way she looked at her, I

knew

something was up.

I stared at Daddy again, feeling like a dog begging for table scraps. My nipples were hard now and I was hot in my armpits. Daddy kept eating and talking like normal, and I got more and more frustrated. I reached up and squeezed Daddy's dick, making him gasp and drop his fork with a clink. "God damnit, Missy!" He yelled.

"Jonah, what's going on?" Mom asked.

Mom and Carol were staring at us. My hand was still on Daddy's cock, and I slowly let go, sitting back in my seat. "Babydoll, why don't you go take a rest?" Daddy said. Though his words were neutral, I could see the rage on his face.

He was right, though it pissed me off that Daddy would just dismiss me like that. I had to take care of my tingles if he wasn't going to, and I knew just the way. "I don't feel good," I grumbled as I stood up in my chair. My wet kitty was naked under my skirt and the air felt cold when it hit me. Trying not to run, I stomped up the stairs to my room.

Daddy had gifted me a vibrator when I was away at school. This was before I knew he was going to fuck me, but we were both flirty with each other. Every time I used it I thought of him, fantasizing about the time he would slam my virgin kitty and what it would feel like to have his hot cum inside me.

I slammed the door of my bedroom. I had slept in this room all my life, and it felt weird doing something so naughty in here, just like it did when Daddy ate my lady garden the night before. The wall was lined with my old Disney posters. My plushies were piled in my egg chair in the corner. There had been no need to have my vibrator, so it was still in my backpack. It was a little, pink, egg-shaped toy. I pressed the button and prayed that I had remembered to charge it. But the toy sprang to life with a buzz.

I lay down on the bed and pulled my skirt up. The black hair on my kitty was wet and sticky. I could smell my own aroma. Daddy always talked about how he liked my bush, and I had always been afraid to shave it, so I kept it, even if all that hair looked weird to me. "This is what I want from you, Daddy. Can't you just flirt with me in front of Mom?" To be fair, he had flirted a little, but I wouldn't be satisfied unless he came up here and fucked me now. There were times that I wished I wasn't so crazy and impulsive around Daddy. It's like I went mad for him and couldn't control myself.

The vibrator tickled my thigh as I drew it along my skin to my kitty. "That feels good, Daddy," I whimpered. My eyes fell on my Frozen poster. Elsa had a look on her face like she could see what I was doing. When I was little I used to imagine all the characters were here and watching me. Now it felt altogether different.

My lips were wet and hungry, and I brought the toy up just an inch from it. "I love how you tease me, Daddy." I circled my kitty. "I don't mean to embarrass you in front of company," I whined. My breath quavered in my throat. In my imagination, Daddy was rubbing his dick around the opening to my kitty. He was so hard for me, and wanted to take me and use me for his pleasure, his little fucktoy.

"I just want you all the time," I said. "And when you're away I get worried." Fantasy Daddy gave me a sympathetic look. When the vibrator hit my slick lips, it was his thick, hard member in my mind. I twirled around my opening, my heartbeat quickening and my hands trembling. "It's like I worry that Mom is going to get you. I don't mean to mess up your life."

The vibrator ran the length of my slit, and by the time I brought it back to the top, it was just as slippery from my juices. "I wish you were here to lick up my honey, Daddy. Even if you're not, it's all for you." I spread my garden open, and buzzed the inside. It was a stronger sensation, and fantasy Daddy smiled down at me, pinning me underneath him. The vibrator just brushed my clit and I squealed in pleasure. "Oh, Daddy you know just what to do."

I sighed, doing my best to imitate Daddy teasing my kitty. "I know Daddies don't do any of this stuff with their girls. I know you love your little girl enough to fuck her. I'm a slut for you, Daddy, I'll do anything you want me to. I need you to use me and own me. It just feels like one day you'll change your mind, you told me it was wrong what we're doing. But you love me enough that you don't care." I buzzed my clit a little harder this time, and my legs twitched with the sensation. My insides were sopping wet and throbbing now. "I just want to make you happy, Daddy."

Again I circled my clit, and I squealed with delight. "Do it to me Daddy, fuck me like I know you want to." I pressed into it, and the vibration hit me so deep I felt it in my pelvis. "Fuck, Daddy," I moaned. Back and forth I moved the vibrator, the hot lightning of the toy flashing through me. It was so intense, almost too much. I inched closer to the edge, imagining fantasy Daddy's cock rubbing my pearl. My abs clenched, and I was forced to pull my toy away for a moment. When I squirmed the sheets under my butt were wet.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered. "You gave me this toy and showed me how to use it. I don't know what I would do without you. I could never be with another guy, none of them are as good." I drew the vibrator close again, and this time my other hand crept down my belly and dipped into my sweltering kitty. It was a challenging technique, and I wouldn't have even been aware of it if Daddy hadn't shown me where my g-spot was. None of the boys back at school knew where a girl's g-spot was, I was certain.

My fingers probed deep inside me. I wanted to get a good position before I started buzzing my clit again. Things got wild when I tried to hit both my spots at once, but it was always worth it. My body jolted up when I touched it and I sucked in air. It took focus to move my vibrator back into place and keep my finger on my g-spot. If I did it right, I could cum in both spots at once, like the orgasms I got with Daddy.

I took a few deep breaths. The climax would come soon after I started. Fantasy Daddy lay next to me with his cock hard and ready to penetrate my kitty, and his finger ready to rub my little bean. "Please, Daddy," I whispered. When my vibrator hit my clit I started rubbing. "Feels so good, Daddy," I groaned. The pleasure was intense and stabbing, and it washed over me. This time I couldn't tease myself or be at all circumspect. My body was curled mid-situp, and my hands were wild and shaky.

My chest heaved with my breaths, my heart racing. It felt like I had a livewire up my kitty, and the only thing keeping me from my climax were my slipping hands. My entire lower body was on fire and buzzing. I thrust my fingers inside my opening, imagining Daddy's thick cock stretching me, like it did the first time he fucked me. I pressed down on my little squishy patch, and rubbed my nub vigorously. Something inside me heaved, and the inside of my kitty pushed and contracted around my fingers.

It was like an explosion inside my head. My body let loose, my clit and g-spot erupting with pleasure,

two

climaxes at once. My body was wracked and my mind was stupid, the white hot pleasure thrumming through my bones. I moaned, then I squealed, then I let loose a trilling keen, not caring who heard. "Daaaaadddyyyy!" I shouted. I convulsed, squeaking the springs of the bed. It seemed every muscle inside me was straining against every other muscle. My trembling hands, seized by my rapturous orgasm, pushed me higher. My kitty flooded, dripping on my sheets. I would have to sleep on a towel that night.

A gurgling cry emerged from my throat, and my sore muscles clenched one more time. The hold of my climax slackened, and my sore limbs dropped to the mattress, my still-buzzing vibrator at my side. I was dazed, slightly dizzy.

My triumph was bittersweet, though, as I missed Daddy's touch and hoped that I would feel him again.

--

That night I had trouble sleeping, and was up early. I wanted to go into Daddy's room like I had before and touch him, but Mom was in there with him now. Mom had insisted Carol spend the night, since she had had a bit to drink and Mom wanted her to be safe. As if I hadn't noticed Carol bringing in her overnight bag when she got here. I never liked when strangers slept over, though it didn't happen often. Mom set up the couch downstairs in the living room for Carol. I didn't get a chance to talk to Daddy in private again.

When I got up early to use the bathroom I heard voices and laughter downstairs. Though I heard only small fragments of the conversation as I came down the stairs, I could tell it was Mom and Carol. Something about the tone of their conversation told me that I needed to keep hidden. There was a corner between the kitchen and stars, and I hid myself.

When I peeked around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I saw Carol's back. She had on a t-shirt and panties, and I eyed her toned legs and pert ass. "This one's hourly," Mom said, her head bent over her cell phone.

"Looks like a bad neighborhood," Carol said.

"I don't think we're going to have much choice there," Mom said. "Jesus, I can't believe we're doing this."

"Don't worry about it now, Blondie," Carol ran her hands through Mom's hair, and I started to feel sick. "Let's save these heavy conversations for later today. We'll have plenty of time." She leaned down right next to Mom's face and I could see her mouth moving, but she was whispering. Then, their lips met and my stomach churned. Now that I knew my intuition had been correct on this, it made me sick to find out that this was actually a reality.

How could Mom do this to Daddy after all these years? An annoying little voice in the back of my head told me that me and Daddy were no better, and our crime much more egregious than "simple" cheating. With that, though, what Mom and Carol were doing was a bit of an equalizer. It helped that Daddy and I weren't the only ones sinning.