David Hawthorne - My Daughter, My Desire, Part One

"Oh, no, that stopped when I was thirteen.”

"Why?

She shrugged. “He got a job offer in another city and had to move. He wanted me to run away with him.”

"Thank goodness you didn't.”

"I didn't love him.”

"No?”

"I loved you,” she said, “and I love you more.”

"Who else were you sexually active with?”

"A guy here and there,” she said with a shrug. “Does it matter? I am yours now, Daddy. I am your wife and sex slave. That's all that matters now.”

"And you are my daughter,” I said.

"I am yours,” she said.

I came into the family room and saw my slave teenager mixing up a martini for her proud father. Her ass cheeks jiggled as she shook the shaker and then poured out a perfect mix. I sat across the room, my mind racing with fantasy. She had changed into a T-shirt and a pair of sweat-shorts. Just as she was about to bring my drink, I stopped her and said: “Come over here, before you bring my drink.” Her curious smile made her seem so young and naive. As she stood next to me, I pulled out some scissors. “No more bottoms for you, young lady.” She gasped as I freely cut her shorts just a little on the side. “I never want you to wear panties or shorts or anything that covers my prized pussy.”

I put down the scissors and grabbed her shorts.

Her hands found my shoulders to catch her balance as I literally ripped and tore her shorts from her body. Pieces of her shorts were strewn about the floor by our feet. Good thing she wasn't wearing panties, they would have been yanked rudely from her ass as well.

“You can wear shirts and stuff, and shoes.”

I sat back and noticed my handiwork.

“Yes, Master Daddy. I will be a good girl and always do what you say.”

She looked down and saw my cock-head creeping out the top of my boxers. I snapped her out of her cock trance.

“Baby! I could use that drink now.”

I winked and watched her little tight white globes of ripe butt flesh get my drink. I stared at her hairless pussy as she walked carefully back to me.

We sat up watching movies for a couple hours, happily content. Then she fell asleep. She was sprawled on the couch with her head resting in my lap. I stroked my fingers through her hair gazing now and again at her naked little butt. She had an amazing figure from any position. I gently slapped her ass, to make sure she was indeed sleeping. She didn't budge.

I slipped my growing cock out of my boxers and let it rest against her pretty, smiling face. I turned to the porn channel and got really horny. I could feel her warm breath against my hard thick manhood. I reached down and started lightly caressing her sweet innocent face with my throbbing hot shaft. I noticed that I had left trails of pre-cum all over her tender face.

I gripped my dick and started spanking her face with it. Soft at first, then harder. I was rubbing and slapping my daughter's face with my lust-filled cock. Those drinks must have really knocked her out. I pushed her lips apart with my big cock-head, and somehow got her to open her jaws a little. She furrowed her brow as I forced my cock into her sleeping mouth. Once I felt she was totally asleep again I got a little more comfy, re-adjusted my sack, and pushed in a little further, watching her glossy lips stretch around me. I soon fell asleep as well. My cock was still stuffed into her lips when I woke up a couple hours later. I was taking a risk leaving my cock in her mouth as she slept; it's a good thing she didn't clamp down in some crazy dream-state.

She was seriously passed out. I reached my head down and kissed her cheek. I placed my strong hands upon her head and started to pump my hard-on in and out, in and out. I knew I wouldn't last long, the sight of my cock with Megan's lips stretched tightly around the shaft was just too much. In fact, if I was given one wish, I would wish for my daughter to have her fifteen-year-old lips sucking my cock and balls forever.

That's all I need.

I am a simple man, when it comes right down to it.

I was now fucking my little girl in the mouth. Her arms and hands down by her waist. I heard gagging and choking, I could feel my balls tighten, I knew soon I would unleash a huge payload of sperm down my daughter's throat. She had no choice but to swallow the thick daddy juice.

I pushed as deep, forced my cock down her little throat, my balls pushed against her chin. My orgasm rocked my body as powerful torrents of cum flowed like lava. My body quivered and I took a deep breath. It was like she was drinking a milkshake, gulping cum down. I open my eyes and watch her swallowing, but some of my white juice leaked out the sides of her mouth and she was choking, gagging, cum even came out of her nose. I started to mouthfuck my daughter hard, making cum squirt out of her tightly stretched lips. I grabbed her hair and just start fucking the hell out of her tight young face. She looked so unbelievable, so fantastic, her face glazed with hot sticky sperm. I forced my cock down her throat as far as I can go, my balls pressed hard against her bottom lip. I relished in the moment. Sliding my fingers through her long blond hair, I pulled it out of her throat so she could breathe. She inhaled deeply as my dick was removed from her mouth. Cum splattered all over her face. I gently slapped her face with my cock, and cum was still slowly oozing out of her mouth and nostrils as I rubbed cum on her face with the head of my softening dick.

Then I ell asleep, with a smile on my face.

When I awoke a few hours later, I looked down and saw that my cock was pressed firmly against her cheek, and my ballsack against her lips. I got up carefully as to not wake her and came back with a wet towel to wipe her face off. I clean her up a little bit, making sure to get rid of the evidence that she was brutally and quite lovingly throat-gagged and cock-slapped.

I wiped the last remnants of drying cum from her face; she breathed deep and opened her eyes.

“Good morning Daddy. Did you sleep well? I had the craziest dream last night!”

“A 'crazy' dream? Tell me your freaky tale.”

I was trying not to be to interested, in case she was testing me.

“I was just rubbing your face, you looked like you sweat a lot, so I had to pamper my queen.”

“That's so sweet of you, Daddy! I feel like a princess.”

I kissed her nose and cheeks before I rose to my feet, naked, stretching.

“Boy, did I sleep, Daddy!”

“You were out like a light, babe. I tried to wake you a couple times. No chance. You were passed out!”

She went to shower while I started on a nice breakfast for us. I wondered what her dream was about.

The smell of bacon, pancakes and fresh fruit fill the air as she glides into the kitchen. I noticed she is wearing one of those half-shirts that expose the midsection again. I couldn't see below her belly button as she was standing on the other side of the counter.

I said: “Breakfast is just about ready, you little sexy vixen.”

“Just your little vixen, Daddy. No one else's. I like when you talk dirty and naughty to me, Master Daddy. For some reason it really turns me on when you take control and get aggressive.”

“That's good to know, baby. I hope you know that whenever I call you dirty names, or slap you and/or choke you, or even-well, I just hope you know its only because I feel so close to you, and loving you as true and deep as I do. You will always be my princess, my only girl. Now, why don't you pour us some juice like a good little girl is supposed to.”

My eyes looked down as she rounded the corner and into the kitchen. My heart nearly stopped as her bald young twat came into view. She was wearing shoes, socks, and a cute little shirt. She had to reach high for some glasses. While she stood on her tippy toes, I came over and helped. I put my hands on her waist and easily lifted her to the top. Seemed like she was so easy to lift, I wondered if she was even 100 pounds. I set her back down and we went to eat our first meal of the day. We stayed around the house most of the day, doing chores together and being totally content just to be in the others presence.