This story kept developing in my mind so I decided to write it. Father/daughter with a pussy-eating kink and a little reluctance. This is the setup. Based in the UK
Dave's appetite for his daughter's cunt started innocently and was, at least partly, his wife's fault.
With a hectic life, two teenagers, and pressures from work, he wasn't performing in the bedroom like he used to. It wasn't a big deal. As soon as he got the promotion at work, things would be better. He'd have more money and more time to focus on the things he used to enjoy.
When he'd met his wife, Lori, at university, he'd been drowning in sweet pussy. Women had thrown themselves at him from every angle. Whether or not he had a girlfriend, he always had the opportunity to fuck a fresh new cunt every week, sometimes every day, and he took it every chance he got.
But eventually, he had to focus on other things that would build a comfortable life for himself. He couldn't be constantly cum-drained if he wanted to live up to the crushing expectations of their small, close-knit community. And it was easier to do that if he knew a warm, wet, and willing cunt was waiting for him when he got home.
To her credit, Lori had been a great long-term choice. With curls of auburn hair, dimples in both cheeks and ample breasts, she'd been the best looking of all the women, and the most loyal. He'd chosen her because she loved sex, yet was never part of the drama and rumors that constantly circled their small town. Now they had two beautiful children: nineteen-year-old daughter, Meghan, who was growing to look just like her mum when she'd been that age, and Samuel, their eighteen-year-old son who was already the spitting image of him.
But life hadn't gone the way Dave had hoped.
He wasn't the perfect image of the stud he'd once been--dark-haired, muscular and broad-shouldered, with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes. Now, he slouched a bit, was developing a bit of a beer belly, and had spots of grey. Even worse, he just wanted to sleep when he got in rather than pound his wife sore like he used to. But he told himself that would all change once he got this promotion.
Lori was increasingly unhappy with this. "Don't tell me you just want to sleep again, Dave," she said, frustrated one evening. "It's been nearly a year of this!"
Dave rolled away from her on the bed. "The promotion's happening soon," he mumbled into his pillow, the drowsiness of blackout-sleep beckoning.
With great effort, Lori unbuckled his trousers and worked them off him. "Come on. We have to. I can't go back to the girls without being properly fucked this time."
Dave frowned. "What? What do you mean 'properly fucked?'" He rolled back over to face her. "And what the hell do you mean 'this time?'"
"None of the girls are getting sex the way they used to," Lori explained. "Angela, Sarah, and Ashley are divorced and can't fuck anyone in town without being gossip fodder. Katherine's and Jennifer's husbands are mostly away and probably fucking their secretaries, and Mary..." She shuddered. "Mary is the worse one of all."
Dave eyed her, unsure if he wanted to know. "What's wrong with Mary?"
Lori leaned forward, almost whispering. "Her husband can't get it up." She closed her eyes, her face pinched as though she had heard the most tragic thing ever. "The girls make fun of her when she's not there, and even sometimes when she is. She's not respected in the group."
"Oh." Dave should have expected something like this. His wife and her friends were the unspoken MILFs of the town. They took some kind of delight out of being hot, social mothers who still used their looks and status to lord over the community like their mothers did.
"I can't have them talk about me like that," Lori said, her tone full of accusation. "Right now, they all think I get good sex regularly because of your reputation and because you don't fuck around. But if they ever suspected..." She shuddered again.
"How would they even know?" Dave said, irritated his sexual prowess had become the root of his wife's social standing.
"They can tell when I've been fucked well, Dave," Lori said sharply. "I've known them since uni when me and you used to fuck daily; they know. I look younger, I'm more energetic, I move differently, younger men notice me more, and I'm just happier in general. I've been avoiding them for the last few months, but tomorrow we're meeting to plan the annual charity ball. I can't go if I'm sexually unfulfilled."
Dave growled in annoyance and climbed off the bed. How dare she say those two words to him! No woman had ever said she'd had a bad time in his bed. He headed to the door. "Fine," he barked. "When I get back from the bathroom."
Lori squealed in excitement, but that only irritated Dave more. He slammed the bathroom door shut and washed his face to wake himself up. Of course, Lori had to make sex all about her position in her social group. She'd probably bragged to them that he was still fantastic in bed and indirectly implied she'd never be in a position similar to their pitiful lives. He took a breath and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Lori cared too much about her social image to fuck around, so at least he wasn't the mug whose hot wife fucked around on him. But it meant Dave had to be the one to meet her expectations. Fine. He would go in there and fuck her brains out and then get a decent sleep.
The problem was, he wasn't in the mood. He pulled on his cock, thinking of all the things that usually turned him on. But his irritation with Lori was hard to shake off.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the laundry basket, and on top, one of Lori's panties. It was practically inside out, displaying the panel that pressed against her cunt. That's what he needed.
He picked it up and sniffed them.
Two things happened at once: the instant knowledge that this was not his wife scent, and his cock hardening instantly.
The logical part of him sharply recognized there was only one other female in the house that these panties could belong to, but the horny bastard in him recognized he hadn't been as hard or as turned on as this in the last year. He kept stroking, unsure what to do as two parts of him battled.
Pleasure rocked him, pre-cum dripped onto the bathroom floor as he tried to rationalize his reaction: it's been a while since he's had sex, Meghan was so similar to Lori it made sense that she'd have a similar scent and so on. But then he realized he still had his nose on the panties, still sniffing. An animal craving clawed through his body, and his mouth salivated. He was so hard he'd need to fuck for a while to get this deep-seated arousal to the point of release.
And that's what his wife wanted.
