Training Daddy's Daughters

Training Daddy's Daughters Part 1: Eldest daughter gets interrupted by her Daddy.

*All characters are 18+. This is a fictional work for entertainment only and any similarities to real people or places is purely coincidental.*

Copyright 2025 AeLee

I just got back from dropping my youngest, Kenzie, off at school. I know she could've driven herself, but I wanted to see my little girl off on her 18th birthday. She's pretty much all grown up now, and I'm so proud of the woman she's become. Soon, her older sister, Trisha, and her will be out living in the real world and the next few years will be the most important to prepare them for that.

When I walk into the living room, Trisha is laying on the couch paying me no mind. My eldest daughter isn't much of a morning person and is undoubtedly unhappy to be awake this early, but we have an agreement about getting up on school days. She started at the local college this year and is taking her second semester from home since she had so much transfer credit from highschool.

Staring at her phone, she's wearing an oversized T-shirt that does little to hide the peaks of her full breasts before loosely trailing down her body and coming to an abrupt stop just below her wide hips. Her succulent tanned legs are stretched out like an irresistible breadcrumb trail drawing me in. My eyes follow them to their apex and a sudden hunger tents my pants. I shamelessly sneak a glance at her pussy as I pass her but the gap between her legs is too hidden to reveal whether her sex is bare or clad in panties. I would assume she's following the rules given what day it is, but even she still makes occasional mistakes and I enjoy correcting them too much to let them slide.

While setting down my keys, I decide to double-back and check just to make sure. She pretends to ignore me moving toward her, and even once I sprawl back on the couch she doesn't acknowledge my presence with anything more than a slight retreat of her bare feet across the sofa. Neither of us say a word as I dip my hand between her legs and casually caress up her smooth inner thigh until my hand brushes against her warm folds. With practiced precision, I give her clit a moment of attention with my thumb before parting her damp inner labia and slipping a finger inside her tight snatch. Hoping I'm only inspecting her, she attempts to continue scrolling, but she's soaking as I caress her g-spot and I can see her bite the corner of her lip. Only when I ease out of her grip and stand up to begin removing my pants does she finally accept that I'm not going to leave her alone.

Like the good girl I've trained her to be, she silently puts her phone away and scoots down to the middle of the sofa while I free my cock. Straddling her legs, I marvel at her stiff nipples poking through her shirt like tacks. When my gaze makes its way to her face, she meets it with an ungrateful eye roll I fully intend to repay. My cock is resting in the crevice between her legs, and I drag my hot balls up the inside of her parted thighs until my tip disappears inside her shirt. I rest it first against her bare mound and then pressed against the entrance to her slippery warm cunt as I lower myself over her. She reaches under me to lift her shirt off but I grab her hand away before she can. Pinning both her hands over her head, we make eye contact as I rest my weight on top of her firm athletic frame writhing below me. We both gasp with relief as I sink into her welcoming pussy, my relaxed weight the only thing driving my cock deeper. Ecstasy and delight flutter through her green eyes and I can feel her inner walls squeeze me for a moment before she schools her features back into faux disdain. The look she pins me with would worry me if I didn't know from experience she can take all that I want to do to her now and more.

Her glare hardens and she struggles weakly against my grip as I sheath myself to the hilt inside her molten core. Nuzzling her cervix with the head of my cock and resting my balls against her damp entrance, I bask in the exquisite feeling of completely filling my eldest daughter's tight teen cunt by kissing her on the lips. No doubt more an expression of her displeasure at me using her for the second time this morning than an honest effort, her lax attempts to free her hands stop as our tongues tangle in her mouth.

Crushing her little rebellion doesn't distract me from mulling over how I want to fuck her though. I know she likes it slow and sensual, but I'm in the mood for something a bit rougher and I know she'll cum either way. I pull away from our kiss simply to watch her face contort as I tap her cervix with a thrust. She yelps from me bottoming out, but I'm too busy enjoying the immediate constriction of her cunt to care. In a stunning reversal, I'm now struggling against the grip of her pussy as each spasm makes it harder to remain lodged inside. She groans and grunts as I start fucking her deep at a steady pace, unable to decide if she wants to moan, scream, or cry with each plunge of my cock; it sounds like a mixture of all three.

"That... was... for... resisting...," I spit with amused exertion between the slaps of my savage thrusts rearranging my daughter's guts.

"Fuuuck," she wails loudly as her eyes roll back like we're making a porno rather than fucking in the living room.

Wanting to last longer, I soften my thrusts, but Trisha's head immediately shoots up to look at me with lust and mischief in her eyes. Her hips begin to push into my thrusts, offering her pussy to be taken harder. I oblige by slamming her into the cushion harder each time her hips spring up to meet me. As I pound into her, she begins sliding towards the arm of the couch. Now that I'm confident she won't resist, I release her hands so she can steady herself and yank her shirt up to access her pert breasts. Their bouncing becomes uninhibited as they spring free from the fabric. Her pink nipples are tantalizingly hard and she yelps as I suck one into my mouth and tweak the other with my hand. I take turns like this on her perfect tits, eliciting a louder cry each time as her body responds in turn by tightening around me.

"Have you been doing your homework?" I ask without stopping my assault on her abused hole.

"Yes Daddy," she squeaks between breaths as I fuck her especially hard and rub her clit while waiting for an answer.

"Prove it," I demand, shoving two fingers drenched in her wetness inside her mouth.

She sucks them as if giving a blowjob, letting me rock them back and forth until they're teasing the back of her throat with each jolt of her body. I continue stuffing her tiny cunt with abandon and other than a few stray tears, she takes it all without a fuss.

"That's my girl," I say, wiping the saliva on her breasts as she smiles up at me through a sheen of sweat and tears in obedient satisfaction. I give her a few choice slaps on the face and boobs that elicited pained but excited moans in anticipation. Seeing her tits turn a lovely shade of pink, I take off my shirt and throw it aside for what comes next.

"You're always such a good girl for me, it's time for your reward. Are you going to cum for me?"

Trisha's pov:

Only good girls get to cum, and when Daddy asks if you're going to cum for him, you always answer honestly because there are punishments for lying. If you say yes, you'd better tell him what you want and be telling the truth.

"I'm going to cum on your dick, Daddy. Oh god, please don't stop," I sexily moan as I reach down to rub my aching clit with one hand.

My words seem to awaken something inside him. He engulfs me in his powerful embrace, pulling my head against his warm chest and hooking his feet around my legs, preventing me from closing them. His weight laying on top of me makes it hard to breathe and impossible to move, forcing me to feel every inch of his cock plowing in and out of me. The heat is almost unbearable; in the moments when he's deep inside, our pelvises grinding and his balls slapping against me, it feels like I'm on fire. My free hand is digging into his back as he pounds between my legs with an animalistic intent. I know what he yearns to do, the thought of it makes my pussy flutter and spine tingle; he could hold me down like this, and I wouldn't be able to stop him. While his unrelenting cock fucks my tender pussy perfectly, I close my eyes and imagine just that.

I'll always remember watching cum drip out of the condom the night he started my training; I picture him going balls deep inside me, filling me with warmth that leaks out of my pussy and down his cock. Just fantasizing about what it would feel like having him pull out afterward, his hot cum dripping from my pussy just like that condom, is enough to make me squeal while I orgasm beneath him. Feeling my convulsions immediately, Daddy lets all his weight rest on top of me, clapping a hand over my mouth and holding my arms and legs against my body as he buries himself in my deepest reaches. My dirty thoughts only make my orgasm more intense, causing my eyes to roll back and curling my toes even harder than normal since they're all I can move. Nearly lost in the ecstasy of my restrained orgasm, I hold out hope he'll fulfill my naughty fantasy until the last of my orgasmic high ebbs away, and his thrusting stops. I knew he wouldn't, but I'm still disappointed when his throbbing shaft exits my pussy and leaves me feeling empty. Even in my hazy state, I'm still completely in awe that Daddy could hold himself back from cumming inside me after all that.

"Get up," he demands, clearly in need of release.

Standing up, he pulls me out of the indentation that's formed in the couch and practically drags me to the ground on my knees. I watch as he strokes his thick veiny cock glistening in pre-cum and my ample natural lubrication, in front of my face. With his other hand, he smooths down my hair and tugs my head back so that I'm looking up at him.

"Come on, just like Daddy taught you," he prompts while I settle in for my least favorite part. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue for him, exactly how I know he likes it. Without any warm-up, he shoves his cock into my mouth and begins rubbing it on my tongue until his tip is teasing my throat. My mouth is filled with the musty tart taste of sex, making me almost gag immediately. Not wanting to disappoint him, I suppress the urge and go to work. Bobbing up and down as I suck, I allow his cock to go a little deeper each time, never letting it leave my mouth until I'm lightheaded. My tongue toys with the head of his cock before moving on to bathing his shaft and balls in my saliva, trying to distract him while I catch my breath.

"Let me see your eyes," he reminds me every time I look away for too long. I can tell he's growing restless by the tone of his voice, so I cut my breather short and go back to swallowing his dick. He groans a little and curses under his breath as my suction returns, making my heart nearly skip a beat. My hands caress the back of his strong thighs while I keep sucking him off, causing his head to tip back in enjoyment and his hands to firmly grip my scalp.

"Cum for me Daddy, please feed me again," I beg between licks, sucks, and fondling his balls.

I thought for sure that would be enough to get him off, but his stiff member soldiers on.

Seemingly also displeased that I've yet to finish the job, Daddy eyes my spit-covered face with devious intent. With his hands on the back of my head, his hips begin thrusting in time with my rhythm, his dick threateningly taping the entrance to my throat. I know what he wants to do, my eyes water just thinking about it. Sure enough, as I go down on him, my mouth completely stuffed with cock, he keeps pushing deeper until his tip squeezes its way past my resistance and down my throat. He plunges deep enough that his pubes tickle my nose before jacking my head up and down a few times to feel his cock fuck my face.

"Use me Daddy," I wheeze with spit dripping all over when he pulls out. I can tell it has an effect on him the way his cock jumps before he wedges it back into my airway.

Ignoring the sounds of my gagging, he asks, "Is this where Daddy's dick goes?"

I nod with his cock lodged in my throat and nearly make myself vomit.

Standing on his toes, he pulls out of my esophagus to give me another slight reprieve as he says, "I want to hear you this time; Daddy can put his dick there whenever I want to right?"

With tears streaking down my face, I gargle against his engorged head while saying, "yesggh," my voice viscously cut off as he pile drives his cock all the way down until I feel his wet balls against my chin. My body flounders to escape, but he's holding my head to his crotch. Ruthlessly, he begins fucking my face in this position by bending his knees, squatting with his dick angled down to pound my throat. I can't think or breathe any more, my body goes limp as I accept it. His face is in bliss, the feeling of my throat even better than that of my tight pussy made to be fucked.

I'm caught off guard when he stops and tells me to, "fuck your face on your own." He must be getting tired, but there's no rest for me. I try to imitate what he has been doing, but I just can't match his ferocity. My jaw hurts and my throat feels raw as I force his cock as far down as it will go.

Still not up to snuff, he growls, "all the way down," at me.

Soaked in tears, sweat, and saliva, I put all my effort into going deeper, but I struggle to overcome my instincts. To help me along, it feels like Daddy slams on the back of my head, his dick shoving its way back down as I gag hard.

"I'm not letting go until I feel your tongue on my balls," Daddy demands.

It's not hard to do with them rubbing against my face, but I almost pass out lapping at his balls. When he finally releases me, my body is shaking.

"Remember what I taught you," he says, vigorously stroking himself, "where do you want it?"

Gasping for breath between words, I almost forget what I'm supposed to say. Barely getting it out, I sputter, "Daddy, I want your cum all over my tongue!"

I instinctively stick it out of my mouth, keeping it flat and wide so he has a nice big target. I watch him jack off even harder, knowing I'm not supposed to take my eyes off him. He practically howls as his tip explodes with a stream of thick white cum, the sight of my face enthusiastically waiting for him to feed it to me pushing him over the edge. I feel some splash against my nose before the majority lands in my mouth and on my waiting tongue. The familiar taste of his seed is overpowering, yet I welcomingly let it fill my senses as it beautifully coats my tongue for him.

Looking down at my cum covered face, Daddy's satisfaction is immeasurable. His face glows even more when I gladly do the next part unprompted. Putting on my most endearing expression, I wiggle my tongue and funnel the globby white substance into my mouth with the rest while trying not to cringe. I play with it in my mouth because I know how much he likes it, mixing all the cum together with my tongue before gulping it down. I try not to let the shudder swallowing sends through my body show, but the feeling of salty gelatinous egg whites sliding down my throat never fails to disgust me even though I know it's my duty. When I'm convinced I've gotten it down, I open my mouth to show him that I've swallowed it all.

Daddy looks sweaty and exhausted as he towers over me. I keep my face looking content for him, having a feeling he's not quite finished with me yet. As I suspected, he kneels down and plants a kiss on my forehead. As he pulls away, and our eyes meet and he reaches out to wipe down the side of my nose with one finger.

"You had something on your face," he teases playfully, holding the white substance up to my mouth.

"Yes Daddy," I giggle, taking the digit into my mouth and sucking it clean for him.

"Good girl, you took that so well," he compliments while holding my wet face in his hands.

After a moment of awkward silence, he stands up to gather his clothing. I get up slowly, not trusting my legs to bear my weight at first. My shirt, now damp with multiple types of bodily fluids, falls back down to cover my tits and well fucked pussy. I shiver a little as I take a step, intending to make for the bathroom before his cock recovers. Seeing me leaving, he puts down the pile of clothing he's made.

"Trisha," he says, stopping me in my tracks. Sluggishly, I turn around, my mind racing with what I might have missed.

"Come here, sweetie."

The mischievous tone of his voice makes me question even harder as I waddle back to his side.

"Look at me," he says, calmly putting his hands on my hips.

I should be nervous, but his touch is so soothing that I beam up at him without hesitation. Locking eyes, I think he's going to kiss me again.

"Lift your arms," he states without a shred of sarcasm, catching me by surprise. I stare blankly at him before reluctantly putting my hands up; he must be able to see the disappointment on my face because after swiftly pulling my shirt off over my head, he leans in close to my face and fixes my messy hair.

"Quit stealing my shirts, naughty girl," he teases, dropping the confiscated shirt onto his pile before going in for the kiss I was yearning for. Our mouths interlock passionately while mutually enjoying the feeling of our skin rubbing against each other.

"You said I was a good girl," I quip, leaning back into his arms now around my naked waist.

"They're not mutually exclusive; I love how naughty you can be," he jokes back, grabbing my butt and giving my cheeks a good squeeze that lifts me to my toes.

"Hey, put me down," I complain, pretending to be upset.

"Nah, I need to think of a suitable punishment now, that's half the fun."

Resting my head on his chest while we rock in our warm embrace, I whisper, "Nothing too harsh, please. You already made my pussy sore, Daddy."

"Would you have cum that hard if I hadn't?"

"Maybe not, I'm just pointing it out for consideration."

"I'll go easy on you; how about no clothes until Kenzie comes home?"

Darting up, "But I have classes!"

"They're online," he counters obstinately, putting me down.

"My camera has to be on though!"

Rolling his eyes, "Fine, you can wear a bra, but only for class, and it better be one of your sexy ones!"

I want to die a little on the inside, but I guess it could be worse. I let out a defeated sigh and turn to walk away, but before I'm out of reach, Daddy gives me a quick slap on the ass that stings a little.

"Oww," I exclaim, rubbing my abused butt-cheek.

"Go get washed up, you should be clean for tonight. Remember, no clothes; if I see you walking around outside of class wearing anything, especially stolen t-shirts, I'll make more than just your pussy sore," he orders, only half-jokingly.