Max Sharkey: Daddy_s slave

Mr. Travis tugged off his trousers, stroked his big, flaccid prick and stepped into his daughter's bedroom.

Stepping to the side of Gloria's bed, he was burdened with strong pangs of guilt and horrid shame. But Ben Travis was beside himself with unfulfilled lust and sexual anxiety. He had been after the luscious cunt of his daughter ever since her mother had passed away. That was only two years ago, but Travis had not forgotten his beautiful wife. What made matters worse was that Gloria looked just like her mother, only a much younger version of the blonde beauty that Travis had married.

Gloria was indeed a blossoming beauty. Although she was still a teenager, her body was lusty and curvy – and all of her curves were in the right places. Her pert, ripe tits were quite well developed for a girl of her tender years. Moreover, Gloria possessed a gorgeous set of crimson nipples which stuck up and poke provocatively out of the thin cotton blouses that she liked to wear. Her finely tapered waist led to a perfect pair of creamy taut asscheeks and long, lithe legs. Gloria's body was, in a word – perfect. So was her face. She had the most lovely, big blue eyes that Travis had ever seen. A wide, kissable mouth that always wore a broad smile. Cute, turned-up nose. Small cars, hidden by long, straight blonde tresses.

If Central Casting were to order up a lovely, young, exuberant, fun-loving cheerleader-type who lived and breathed youthful beauty, wholesomeness and vitality, Gloria Travis would be it.

Travis had awakened in a cold sweat, with a raging hard-on. He had been dreaming about his lovely daughter, dreaming that he was fucking her, ramming his hard prick into her blonde-haired pussy. Fucking her furiously the way he used to fuck her beautiful, sexy mother. Taking his daughter's precious virginity, popping her cherry.

Travis knew that his daughter was still a virgin. He didn't even allow her to date – much to her dismay.

He had taken a cold shower, and his hard cock had softened under the streaming water. He had tried desperately to take his mind off of his lovely daughter, who was sleeping soundly in her bed. But it was impossible – Travis couldn't control himself. He just wanted to look at his sleeping daughter and maybe stroke his prick a little bit. At least that's what he kept telling himself as he stepped to her bedside, his cock in his hairy fist, and looked down at his daughter.

Carefully, he stroked her long blonde hair, pushing it away from her angelic face. He could hear her breathing lightly. The sound seemed to turn him on, to get some primeval sense stirring within his cock – which was fast becoming big and hard. Unable to resist the temptation, he tugged the blanket from her shoulders and pulled it down to the foot of the bed. She stirred a bit, but kept right on sleeping.

Travis' heart skipped a beat as he stared, his eyes, transfixed, at his daughter's ripe tits. Even when she was sleeping, her tits stood upright, the crimson nipples pointed and facing the ceiling. His eyes traveled down her thin waist and lit on Gloria's enticing pussy. Pretty soft curly hair covered her cunt, pretty blonde cunt hair that held his complete attention. Travis had always harbored a serious fetish for blonde hair, especially blonde cunthair. His prick began throb and quiver as he glared at Gloria's pussy.

God! he thought. More than anything in the world, Travis wanted to fuck his daughter's beautiful cunt.

He shook his head, trying to shrug off the forbidden thought. It would be a terrible thing to do. Fucking his helpless young daughter was simply too perverted and wrong. Travis was a church-going man. Even thinking about committing incest with his lovely daughter was a terrible sin. But Travis had to admit that he really wanted to fuck the girl. He told himself that he would fight against the urge to ram his hardening prick into his daughter's ripe, untried pussy – her precious, virgin, blonde haired cunt.

Travis sighed and turned abruptly. It wouldn't hurt to turn on the light switch and catch a quick glimpse of his daughter's naked body. She always slept in the nude and, when she began to notice that her father was prone to staring at her whenever she was undressed, she had stopped going around undressed in front of him. As a result, Travis hadn't seen his daughter naked for well over a year. He was dying to look at her beautiful body.

Flicking on the lamp which stood on the table next to Gloria's bed, Travis turned slowly and peeked at his sleeping daughter. His initial feelings were of shame and disgust with himself for peeping at Gloria's beautiful naked body. But the more he eyed her glorious young body, the more excited he became. His prick did a monstrous cock-stand and hung out from his pelvis like an enormous flagpole. God! he thought. What a beautiful girl! An incredibly sexy woman, just waiting to be fucked!

Her pussy-mound looked so damn enticing and fuckable, and Travis was aching to slide his prick into her tight virgin cunt and take her cherry. If only Gloria weren't his very own daughter, he'd show her what it was like to be fucked properly.

Suddenly, without warning, Gloria's pretty blue eyes blinked open, once, twice – and the third time, her eyes stayed open. She stared wide-eyed at her father's raging hard cock which wagged above her. His prick throbbed visibly and looked menacing.

Gloria had never seen a hard prick before, and she was stunned by the sight of her father's lengthy cock-stand. Thick, long blue veins stood out on the surface of his blood engorged prick, and he stood as still as a statue, his heart pounding and his brain racing with lustful thoughts. For a brief moment, their eyes met. Gloria's eyes were full of fear; her father's eyes were glazed and full of lust and desire.

"Wh-what's happening? Is this a dream or what? I… I don't understand? Daddy?"

Her body was tensed in fright, and with the sudden realization that she was stretched out naked and uncovered in the harsh glow of the lamp, she instinctively reached down and covered her cunt-thatch with her hands, leaving her ripe, upthrust tits exposed to her father's view.

Travis stared intently at his daughter's lovely tits, then averted his glance from her questioning eyes. A sudden rush of passion overcame him and set his prick to bobbing and throbbing with need – the need to rape his daughter! He tried desperately to fight off the urge to fuck Gloria. He knew in his heart that it was an unthinkably perverted desire that welled up in his aching loins. But he simply couldn't help himself. He wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck her! He had to possess her ripe young body.

"Father!" she demanded anxiously. "Please, answer me! What's wrong with you? You look so… strange! You… don't look at all like yourself." That was an understatement. Travis had never appeared before his daughter with a raging hard-on before. There was no use in trying to stifle his debauched desires. He wanted to fuck Gloria, and there was no stopping him, now that he had seen her in all of her naked and enticing glory.

"Forgive me, Gloria. I love you dearly, but I can't help it. I must have you, my lovely daughter. Forgive me," he said tenderly as he climbed upon the bed and took her in his arms.

He planted a wet kiss on her lovely neck and moved, his fingers to her ripe tits, rubbing her nipples and squeezing the erect crimson buds, causing her nipples to tighten and point skyward, responding automatically to her father's gentle caresses.

"Daddy, don't… don't do that. I beg of you. It… it's not right, Daddy."