Molly's Fantasies for Daddy

Steven stood just outside the bedroom door where his twenty-year-old daughter Molly was lying on her bed, legs spread, rubbing her bare pussy with her fingers.

She moaned loudly, as if she wanted to be heard, her eyes closed as she plunged two fingers into herself.

Steven licked his lips, watching raptly from where he couldn't be seen, slipping a hand into his jeans and fondling his rapidly swelling shaft.

"Oh, yes," Molly moaned, her thighs clenching as she touched herself.

"Fuck," Steven breathed, stroking himself now that he was rock hard. He'd watched her many times before, panting and sweating as he gripped his cock, stroking it in time with her movements, until he came.

Molly stopped what she was doing, rolling to the side and grabbing something from her nightstand before lying back down.

Steven groaned softly, seeing the large purple dildo she was sliding up and down her wet slit, teasing herself.

He stopped moving, waiting impatiently, until she finally slammed the fake cock inside her pussy, crying out loudly.

"Yes, Daddy!" Molly screamed, and Steven gasped. She was masturbating to thoughts of him? Certainly, he had heard her wrong. That couldn't be.

"Oh, Daddy, fuck me," Molly whined, pushing the dildo inside again and again.

Steven froze, shock and joy flooding him, his erection growing even more. He listened to her moan and thrash on the bed, fucking herself, murmuring about him, his cock, what she wanted him to do to her.

Steven had almost had enough, his climax coming soon, when suddenly Molly called out, "I know you're out there, Daddy."

"Oh, shit," Steven said out loud, letting go and pulling his hand from his pants.

"Come here," Molly said, crooking a finger even though she couldn't see him yet.

Steven obeyed, moving on autopilot into the room and closing the door behind himself. He swallowed hard, taking in her lithe, firm, young body, spread out on the bed. She had set aside the dildo and was rubbing herself with one finger, watching him with hungry green eyes.

"Molly, baby, what are you--"

She cut him off, sitting up and sliding to the edge of the bed. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

He started at her with wide eyes as she gripped his jeans and unbuttoned them. When he came to his senses, he placed his hands on top of hers, stilling them. "No, Molly, we can't do that."

"Please, Daddy," she whined, her full bottom lip poking out a little in a pout.

"No," Steven said, even though his body was screaming yes.

"Come on, Daddy," Molly said, changing tactics. She whipped her tank top over her head, revealing her bare breasts. She cupped them, stroking her nipples and moaning loudly. "Look at my titties, Daddy. Aren't they pretty?"

Steven groaned. "You're beautiful, baby girl."

"Then why don't you want me?" Molly asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"I... It's not that... Molly, I just..." Steven stuttered and stammered, watching her pinch and roll her little pink nipples between her fingers. His mouth watered.

"Why don't you taste them?" Molly asked, pressing her breasts together and leaning toward him, enticing him.

"No, Molly," Steven said, halfheartedly protesting.

"Please, Daddy," she whined. "I need you."

Steven groaned, his resolve crumbling. He couldn't fight it anymore. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and tugged Molly by the hips to the end of the bed. "Don't tell your mother."

Molly giggled, but it turned into a moan as he closed his lips around one nipple, laving it with his tongue.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried, gripping his hair and holding him to her. "Yessss."

"Mmm," Steven moaned, sucking and licking her nipple before shifting to pay attention to the other one.

"Daddy, touch me," Molly whispered, grasping his hand and pushing it between her legs.

He stopped fighting it, reaching down to stroke her wet folds.

"Fuck, yes," Molly said, leaning back so he had more access, spreading her legs wider.

Steven plunged two fingers into her pussy, her wetness coating his hand as she writhed against him. Over and over, he stroked her walls, listening to her moan, while he licked and sucked her nipples.

"Rub my clit, Daddy," Molly begged. "Rub my little clit. It'll feel so good. I'm so wet, Daddy."

Steven groaned, swiping his thumb over the hard little nub, feeling her tense around his fingers, a flood of wetness soaking the bedspread.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, like that, just like that," Molly gasped, rocking her hips against his hand, riding his fingers.

"Are you gonna come for me, baby girl?" Steven asked, leaning up to kiss Molly's lips, never ceasing his movements.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm gonna come," Molly cried, gripping his shoulders. "Make my pussy come, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!"

Molly shrieked, her orgasm taking over, her pussy clenching hard and trapping his fingers inside. Steven groaned, the scent of her juices making him hotter.

"Oh wow," Steven panted as Molly released him, leaning back on the bed and breathing hard.

"I've dreamt about that for so long, Daddy," she said, gazing down at him with bright green eyes.

"Really?" Steven asked, surprised.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Ever since I saw you and Mom fucking, I've thought about having your cock, your fingers, your tongue, everything," Molly said huskily.

"You saw your mother and I?" Steven asked, wondering when.

"Yup. I came home from work early and you were in the shower upstairs. I went to ask Mom if I could borrow her headphones, but I saw you pounding her pussy through the shower door. It was so hot, Daddy. I loved how you grabbed her arms and fucked her from behind, making her big tits swing around. I was so wet, Daddy. I laid on your bed and listened to you two, rubbing my little pussy, wishing it was me you were fucking."

Steven groaned. The realization that his daughter had gotten off to him fucking her mother making his cock ache.

"I asked Mom about your cock," Molly continued, rubbing her pussy again. "She said it was inappropriate for us to talk about it, but I told her I was curious about sex and wanted to talk to her about boys. She told me you have a nice, big cock, and you make her come every time. She's so lucky, Daddy."

A bit of pride made Steven's chest swell. He had been pleasuring his wife for over twenty-five years, and it was good to know she wasn't faking it.

"I want you to make me come, too, Daddy," Molly said, sliding a finger into her pussy. "I want your cock so deep inside me."

"Molly are you still a virgin?" Steven asked, curious.

"No, Daddy," Molly said, blushing and sounding ashamed. "But it wasn't that good."

"Who touched my little girl?" Steven asked, rage and envy filling him.

"Brian. He took me to the movies, then parked out on the backroad and he put his fingers in my pussy. I sucked on his cock, but it was small, and I could barely feel it when he stuck it in me, Daddy. I was so disappointed. I came home and masturbated to daddy-daughter porn on the computer," Molly said, starting to swirl her fingertip around her clit before slipping it back in.

"The computer downstairs? In the office?" Steven asked, shocked.

"Yes, Daddy, I came all over the seat where you and Mommy sit to check Facebook and pay bills. I rubbed my pussy all over the leather seat, sliding around until I came so hard," Molly shared.

Steven was speechless.

"I want your cock so bad, Daddy," Molly whined. "Please, show me what a real man is like. Mommy said you have the best cock, and I want it. Please."

Steven could deny his little girl nothing. He stripped off his clothes, climbed onto the bed, and settled between Molly's thighs, his erection brushing her wet slit.

"Put it in me, Daddy," Molly begged, grasping her breasts again. "Shove your cock into your daughter's pussy."

Steven was ready, sliding the head of his cock between her lips. He shivered, feeling how hot and wet she was.

Slowly, Steven pushed inside her, Molly's pussy walls gripping his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, baby girl, you're so tight," Steven groaned, almost afraid to move because he didn't want to hurt her.

"Oh, Daddy," Molly cried out, her body stretching to accommodate him. "You're so big and thick. Mommy was right. You have the best cock."

"Ugh, fuck," Steven moaned, beginning to thrust into her again and again.

"That's it, Daddy. Fuck my pussy. Oh, it's so good, Daddy. So fucking good!" Molly was shouting, jerking her hips up to meet him. "Rub my pussy, Daddy. Rub my little clit while you fuck me."

Steven began rubbing her tight little clit, pressing hard as he slammed into her.

"Fuck, yes!" Molly cried out. "I wanna come on your cock, Daddy. I want you to fill me with your cum. I want your cum in my pussy."

Steven shuddered, thrusting faster, sweating and breathing hard as he fucked her. "You're pussy is so tight, baby girl. I can feel your fucking heartbeat. Your mother is tight, too. You're so much like her, baby, when she was your age."

"Oh, Daddy, Mommy is so pretty. I hope I'm just like her when I'm older," Molly said, pinching her nipples hard.

"I wonder what your mother would think of me fucking you," Steven mused, never stopping his thrusts into her.

"What if I licked Mommy's pussy while you fucked me? Would you like that, Daddy?" Molly asked, feeling her own release building at the idea.

"Yes, fuck, baby girl, I would love that. I wanna fuck your sweet little pussy while you suck your mother's pussy and fondle her titties," Steven said, jamming his cock deep inside her.

"Oh, Daddy, I want Mommy to lick my pussy," Molly said loudly, tossing her head back.

"Ah, fuck, Molly, I'm gonna cum," Steven said, his hips faltering.

"Yes, Daddy, come, come inside me," Molly cried out, twisting her nipple with one hand and rubbing fast circles on her clit, pushing herself closer to the edge.

"Come, baby girl, come on your Daddy's cock!" Steven shouted, thrusting deep and unloading himself inside his daughter, filling her tight little pussy with hot, thick streams of cum.

"Daddy! Yes! I'm cumming so fucking hard," Molly cried, her back arching off the bed as her pussy clenched around his thick member, squeezing even more wet cum from the tip of his dick.

Steven collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat.

"Oh, Daddy, thank you," Molly breathed, hugging him tight.

"Thank you, baby girl," Steven murmured.

"Well," a loud voice came from the doorway. "That was certainly something."

Molly and Steven looked up to find Lisa standing in the doorway, her tits out of her shirt, one hand in her panties, as she watched her husband and daughter fuck.

"Oh, Lisa, shit, I--" Steven started to pull away from Molly, but she held tight to his shoulders.

"I knew Mommy was watching, Daddy," Molly whispered. "I told her you'd be in here, fucking my pussy, so she could come watch. We talked about it when I was asking about your cock."

Steven couldn't believe it, being buried inside his daughter while his wife fingered her pussy and toyed with her nipples, watching him with hunger in her eyes.

"Got another round in you, honey?" Lisa asked, pressing her big tits together and leaning toward her husband.

Steven nodded, rolling off his daughter to grab his wife, still not believing this was happening.