Daddy's Girl

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"God damn it, Melissa, what were you thinking?"

Tom was livid. For the third weekend, his daughter had come home well after he'd told her to. Sure, high school was behind her, but just barely, and she was already hanging out with a college crowd.

"Drinking, sex... hell, probably drugs, too. And what are you wearing?"

She was dressed in as little as a girl could legally get by with: to his eyes, she looked like a slut. Of course, as her father, he had to think that way. Chances were, some other guy's daughter, and he'd secretly be popping wood. The tight top she wore outlined every curve, and with the skimpy little skirt she'd worn, her legs looked like they were a mile long. She was a very attractive young lady, and that was the problem.

"I'm getting tired of you ignoring my rules. Your mom isn't here to be a role model for you, but these friends you've taken to hanging with are leading you toward a bad end, I'm afraid."

He paced the floor as she sat in the center of the living room couch, looking about six inches high, and trying her best to make herself smaller.

"God, Misty, you have to start thinking. I love you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you, but I can't watch over your every move."
 
Melissa "Misty" stood 5'7" tall and had a curvy frame with brown hair. She had found it hard to be at home now that her mother wasn't there now. She had found a group of older girls that kind of took her in as their sister and her father didn't really approve of them. He thought they were a bad influence for her though they never pressured her into anything.

While her dad was yelling at her she was feeling guilty among other things. She was surprisingly turned on by it. She was so confused about the whole situation because she knew lusting after her father was wrong but she couldn't help it. something about her father got her horny. She could feel her panties. dampen as he yelled at her more and more.

She couldn't take the mixed feelings she was having anymore and she quickly without a word got up and ran to her room shutting the door behind her. She knew he could see her crying so she changed into her sleep shorts and a long tshirt. She covered up in the bed. She laid there crying not really wanting her feelings to be true.

She wondered if her father ever had the same thoughts as she did about them doing the same thing her mother used to do with her father.
 
Misty seemed to shrink smaller and smaller before him. Before long, she shrank so much that something had to give, and out popped the waterworks. When she got up and ran out of the room, Tom knew he should call her back, but he didn't have the heart. Besides, as she retreated, he got a really good shot of her shapely ass, outlined so nicely in the little, tiny skirt she wore...

Fuck! Why were his thoughts turning in such a direction? Here he was, pissed off at his daughter for dressing like a slut, and hanging out with sluts, but at the same time, all he could think about was what she looked like under what little she wore, and what she might do out of it.

Even though she was almost halfway across the house, he could hear Misty crying.

And his cock was hard!

Shit.

What the hell was wrong with him? Fathers weren't supposed to have thoughts of their daughters on their knees, sucking their cocks, bending them over and taking their tight little pussies and assholes....

Son of a bitch!

Still, as inappropriate as his thoughts might be, he felt like he needed to talk with Misty, try to reason with her, see his side. Not of the sexual bent his thoughts were taking, but of what he meant about her safety.

He wished his hard-on would go away. It was going to be awkward trying to talk his daughter down with an erection leading the way, but he'd have to do his best to hide it, because: what would Misty think?

Standing in front of his daughter's bedroom door, he took a couple deep breaths, to try to steady his heartbeat and calm him down.

There were no locks on the bedroom doors, there'd never been a need, so Tom knocked a couple times softly, then cracked the door open.

"Misty, honey, you okay in there? Can I come in and talk? I promise I won't yell anymore."
 
Misty couldn't control her crying at all she was so torn in her feelings that she couldn't help it and she would catch herself touching herself from time to time without thinking about it.

She couldn't help but to think she left a giant wet spot on the couch. She knew that she had soaked the crotch of her thong panties. She didn't even try to hide them from anyone who would happen to walk in to her room.

She knew what she was feelings was wrong but she still couldn't help what she felt. She soon heard her father knock on the door which caused her to sob louder.

She was in a state where her father's only option was to lay her head on his lap and start lightly stroking her arm. She didn't like to be in tjis state and it started when her parents started fighting a lot.

She couldn't stand when they yeld and when her father would come in she would always feel better . She often dreamed that they would sleep together like he did with her mother.

It wasn't until she reached her 18th birthday that her fantasies turn to more of a D/s relationship. She even stole hdr mother's dildo that was molded to be an exact copy of her daddy's manhood. She would use it when she heard them having sex replacing her mother with her in her mind.

She didn't stop crying when she heard her daddy open the door.
 
His daughter was still in tears when Tom carefully opened the door and peeked in. She lay on her side facing away from the door, her sheet-covered body wracked with sobs.

Aware of the huge bulge in his pants, he entered the room and sat on the bed against the headboard right next to his weeping daughter, like he'd done so many times before. He figured if she stayed like she was, Misty would never know how aroused he was.

Placing a hand on her arm, he said gently, "I'm sorry for yelling. I just get scared for you. Unfortunately, my fear comes out as anger."

Just touching her innocently like this was making his cock throb. He shook his head to try and chase away the indecent thoughts running through his head. From where his hand rested currently, it'd only take moving it a little farther, and it would rest against his daughter's breast...

Shit. He couldn't help these thoughts. He hadn't had a woman since his wife died. Having such a pretty woman right there in the house with him was hard - and made him hard. His cock certainly didn't care that he'd helped to make this woman. She was a woman, with all the requisite bits that it liked.

"Can you forgive your old dad for trying to keep you safe, and for his poor reaction when he realizes no matter what he does, he'll never be able to fully do so?"

Experimentally, he started to rub her arm. During that supposedly innocent act, he let his hand stray a little too far and let it brush the side of Misty's breast....
 
Misty could feel her father hand brush against her breast and she held back the moan that threatened to escape her. She didn't know if her father had planned on doing it or if it was a true accident. So she ignored it not wanting to call him out onit and be wrong. She flipped over and hugged onto his lap saying "yes daddy I can I'm sorry" sobbing a bit still. She looked up at him clearing the tears out of her eys asking "can we talk about this later I have some things I want to think about."

She gets up and grabs the clothes that she just took off taking them into the bathroom putting them in the hamper. She lets the soaked thong hang out of the hamper. She figured that if her father was wanting her she could catch him sniffing her panties while masturbating . She hated to do this to him but if did ferl the same more than likely he would not admit it out loud even to her. She walked back to her room to see that her dad had left her room probably to go back to the living room or somewhere else.

She waited in her room to see if her father would actually take the pink thong from her bathroom . She couldn't wait to figure out if what she wanted and felt could possibly come true or not.
 
Tom's stomach did a flip when Misty rolled over and rested her head on his thigh. He was afraid what her reaction might be if she discovered the erection his thoughts regarding her had caused.

If she noticed, she didn't comment or make any kind of indication she had, so he breathed a silent sigh of relief at the fact.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry," she said, her arms thrown around him in the best hug she could manage in this position. Her tears were beginning to subside as she told him: "Can we talk about this later? There are some things I want to think about."

Tom wondered what kind of things she might need to consider, but didn't ask. Instead, he told her, "Of course, Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

At this Misty thanked him, then got herself up off the bed, grabbing the clothes he'd yelled at her about and carried them, he assumed, to the laundry.

Well, he'd given his daughter time to think, so he got up after a minute and went into the living room to do a little thinking himself.

Eventually, Tom started to yawn and realized how damn late it was. He started down the hallway to his bedroom, which took him past his daughter's room and then past her bathroom. He got annoyed that the light was on. He'd told her hundreds of times not to leave lights on if she wasn't in the room, yet here was the light in her bath, just blazing away, with her nowhere to be found.

With a rumble of displeasure in the back of his throat, Tom went in to get the light. He started to think about the lecture Misty was going to get about wasting energy (again), when his gaze fell on the clothes hamper. Where everything was normally neatly inside, there was something hanging over the edge.

When he reached out to grab the item that needed tucking inside the hamper, so he could deposit it where it really belonged, he realized what it was. By the time it registered, it was already in his hand.

Tom let his daughter take care of her own wash. It was because of this that he didn't know Misty owned something as skimpy as the article he currently held. He couldn't help himself, and with both hands, held the underwear out in front of him to get a better look.

'Holy shit,' he thought. 'Does this even really cover anything?' His wife had owned some thongs, but nothing at all like this. Aside from a narrow triangle of pink fabric with a little cotton insert strategically placed, it was all string, and mighty thin ones at that.

The thought of Misty wearing this both appalled and titillated him. If she bent over while wearing it, it had leave practically nothing to the imagination. His mind's eye posted a visual in his brain of his daughter bent over at the waist wearing just the panties he held in front of him. The picture showed them covering only the lips of her pussy and nothing else. His cock surged in his pants.

Then, an odor wafted up from the little cotton patch, and it made his head spin.

My god, for such a small piece of material, the smell nearly made him cum on the spot. It had been so long since the fragrance of aroused woman had graced his nose, he had the panties nearly against it before he realized.

Then, a guilty though entered his mind. Looking around to see that he hadn't been caught, he wadded the pink bundle up and slid it into his pocket, then as quietly as possible left Misty's bathroom, snapping the light off on the way out.

Tom had masturbated to and with his wife's panties before, sometimes adding his cum to hers. That he was contemplating doing something similar with his daughter's both excited him and made him feel like a pervert. He promised he'd put Misty's thong back in her hamper when he was done as he ducked into his own bedroom.

Tossing the panties on his bed temporarily, Tom got out of his clothes. There was a huge wet spot where the tip of his cock rested against his boxers, but fortunately, it hadn't soaked all the way through. Within seconds, he was nude, his cock sticking straight out and begging for attention.

Picking up Misty's thong again, he immediately held it to his nose and breathed deep. God, it had been too long since this heady aroma had filled his head. He felt a drop of pre-cum force its way from the tip of his cock, and took that as a cue to curl his fingers around his cock and start to stroke.

A moan escaped his lips when he first touched his hard-on. It'd been too long since he'd done even this. As his hand started to slip up and down his thick shaft, he let his eyes close, Misty's personal scent filling his head.

Not realizing he hadn't closed his bedroom door completely...
 
Misty could feel her vagina begin to tingle from her arousal now so she lightly rubs her crotch hoping some contact could sate her hunger for her daddy. She seen that her father had turned out the light in her bathroom and wondered if he had taken her panties out of her bathroom or not. She waited for a bit before she quietly walked to her bathroom. so that if her father had taken her panties then he wouldn't be in the hall.

She looked in the hamper to see if he just tucked them back into the hamper. Once she figured out that he hadn't put it back into the hamper she quietly walked to his room noticing that his door was cracke a bit enough for her to be able to look into his room. She could see her dad sniffing her panties taking in her aroma which turned her on even more. She could feel her juices start soaking through her sleep shorts.

Without thinking she started to rub her own pussy lips through her wet shorts. She could feel a moan almost escape her lips but in an effort to suppress her moaning . She couldn't help but to.want her daddy's hand to be her hungry pussy getting pounded by him. She didn't know how he would still reach to her finding everything out so she stayed quiet so that she could enjoy this with him be it may be one of many times she enjoys this or the last time.

She could see the toy she hide from her mother was true to him in every way possible. She wanted to feel him and taste him so bad that she would do just about anything to achieve that. She soon sunk her hand into her shorts massaging her wet vagina without anything in her way. She looked down to see her nipples were as hard as pebbles and they were poking out of her shirt.

Her free hand was now massaging her breast through her shift which only added to the pleasure of what she was doing. She could hold on anymore and her mind finally sunk into her pleasure. She soon hear her moan as clear as day but she couldn't get herself to stop playing with herself and run. She couldn't help herself now she figured that he must have heard it and she wanted him to catch her. She waited for him in front of his room to see what she was doing.
 
Tom’s stomach did a flip when Misty rolled over and rested her head on his thigh. He was afraid what her reaction might be if she discovered the erection his thoughts regarding her had caused.

If she noticed, she didn’t comment or make any kind of indication she had, so he breathed a silent sigh of relief at the fact.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” she said, her arms thrown around him in the best hug she could manage in this position. Her tears were beginning to subside as she told him: “Can we talk about this later? There are some things I want to think about.”

Tom wondered what kind of things she might need to consider, but didn’t ask. Instead, he told her, “Of course. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

At this, Misty thanked him, then got herself up off the bed, grabbing the clothes he’d yelled at her about and carried them, he assumed, to the laundry.

Well, he’d given his daughter time to think, so he got up after a minute and went into the living room to do a little thinking himself.

Eventually, Tom started to yawn and realized it was damn late. He started down the hallway to his bedroom, which took him past his daughter’s room and then past her bathroom. He got a little annoyed that the light was on in her bathroom. He’d told her hundreds of times not to leave lights on if she wasn’t in the room, yet here was the light in her bath, just blazing away, with her nowhere to be found.

With a rumble of displeasure in the back of his throat, Tom went in to get the light. He started to think about the lecture Misty was going to get about wasting energy (again) when his gaze fell on the clothes hamper. Where everything should have been neatly inside, there was something hanging over the edge.

When he reached out to grab the item that needed tucking inside the hamper, so he could deposit it where it belonged, he realized what it was. By the time it registered, he had it in his hand.

Tom let his daughter take care of her own wash. It was because of this that he didn’t know Misty owned something as skimpy as the article he currently held in his hand. He couldn’t help himself, and with both hands, he held the underwear out in front of him to get a better look.

‘Holy shit,’ he thought. “Does this really even cover anything?” His wife had owned some thongs, but nothing at all like this. Aside from a narrow triangle of pink fabric with a little cotton insert strategically placed, it was all strings and mighty thin ones at that.


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Tom was lost in his masturbatory reverie. He was taking his time, simply savoring the sensations going on at his cock, but more importantly, getting drunk on the aroma filling his nose.

In the back of his mind, he thought he heard movement outside in the hall, but it didn’t register strongly enough for him to stop.

It was only when he heard a distinct moan outside his door that he dropped the panties and leaped off the bed. Why he felt the need to investigate the sound immediately, without covering up, he wasn’t exactly sure, but his mind wasn’t nearly as sharp at that moment as it might have been another time.

Bursting out of the door, he found his daughter leaning against the wall across from his room. Her hand was in her pants, her eyes were closed, and it was very obvious what she was doing.

For a moment all he could gather his wits enough to do was stare. Then, he realized why she was there in the hallway, doing what she was doing.

At first, the Dad side kicked in and insisted he stop her and say something. Then the Horny Man side pushed Dad out of the way and gaped, reasoning: “How is what Misty’s doing so much different than what you were up to only moments ago?”

His daughter was way more into her masturbation than Tom had been, because he hadn’t tried to keep quiet when he came out to investigate, and he’d been standing there for almost a minute and she still hadn’t opened her eyes yet. Or, there was also the possibility that she didn’t care if he saw.

Tom also realized his erection hadn’t shrunk in the least since having discovered his daughter rubbing herself outside his room.

“Misty?” he said quietly, not knowing how she’d react to being caught by her naked father like this. He knew he should cover up, but Tom was riveted to the spot, and his hands wouldn’t move.
 
Misty could hear her father calling for her but she continued to masturbate not able to stop herself at all. She moaned out "ohhhhh mmmm daddy keep fucking me... fuck your little girl daddy." She didn't care that her daddy was there watching her now she was in a state where she couldn't snap out of until she finished herself off. She could feel herself grow closer to cumming but something was preventing her from doing so. She wanted her daddy's cock in her.

She reached beside her leg and grabbed the dildo that was molded after her father. She spreads herself wide and sinks it deep moaning out again from the sensation of her pussy being stretched by the fake member. She slowly started to move it in and out of her she could hear her wetness. She soon fucked herself faster and faster feeling her pussy clamping down on the dildo in her. She could feel herself growing close to the edge again but this time she was able to go over. She moaned loudly as her body shook and her juices leaked out onto the floor.

She looked up in embbarassment seeing her father standing there naked beside her knowing he heard everything that went on. She blushed and said "you must think your little girl is a pervert." She could feel the tears start to well in her eyes knowing that what she done was wrong. "I had wanted you for a long time since I knew what love making was. I would watch porn and imagine you and me in those videos either you dominating me or making love to me."
 
Tom couldn’t believe he was standing there watching his own daughter masturbate. Yet, as wrong as he knew this was, he couldn’t pull himself away. Seeing Misty with a hand down her panties and the other frantically squeezing a breast was the most erotic thing he’d witnessed in far, far too long.

Just when he thought the situation couldn’t get any weirder or hotter, his masturbating daughter started to moan, imagining it was him fucking her while she pleasured herself. Tom didn’t know if he should put a stop to it or just let her continue her fantasy. Aside from quietly saying her name moments earlier, his voice refused to make any more sound.

Then, to cap it all off, Misty reached behind her and pulled out the dildo he and his wife had made with one of those do-it-yourself kits. It’d been silly fun making that together, but after his wife was gone, Tom had discovered it missing while getting rid of some of her things. He now knew what had happened to it.

Without ever opening her eyes, his daughter pushed her bottoms down just enough, then without any further preamble, simply shoved her father’s proxy cock up into her body.

From how easily the dildo had gone in, as well as the wet sounds Misty’s pussy made, Tom had no doubt how aroused his girl was at both what she was doing to herself, as well as the fantasy she spun for herself while she did it.

Tom’s cock dripped at the unreal scene playing out before him. He both wanted to step over the couple feet between them and replace the replica of himself with the real thing, while simultaneously thinking he should put a stop to it.

However, no matter how loudly that voice of propriety might try to make itself, Tom couldn’t make himself follow it, even when Misty started to cum.

Had he been a younger man, he might have started to cum when Misty did, so intense was the tension that had built in him as he watched the taboo performance before him. However, the days of such spontaneous reactions were well past, even if his hard-on showed no desire to go away any time soon.

When Misty’s orgasm finally subsided, her eyes slowly opened. The fact that she stayed put when she saw her nude father standing there with a dripping erection, rather than dashing behind a closed door in abject horror, told Tom his daughter wanted to be caught.

Still, she did have the grace to be embarrassed at having been caught masturbating, even if it was pretty evident she’d intended for it to happen.

“You must think your little girl’s a pervert,” she said shakily. Then, the enormity of what she’d done and the possibility of what her dad might actually think hit her, and tears started.

She then confessed that she’d wanted her father in more of a parental manner for some time. It was a huge admission. It was the kind of secret you didn’t tell anyone, no matter how close they were. For Misty to have told him such a thing let him know just how much truth there was to her words.

As she stood there looking forlornly into her father’s eyes, Tom could see the waterworks begin once more as she waited for his reaction. He was half surprised his nudity and hard-on didn’t tell her everything she needed to know.

Nevertheless, he stepped over to Misty, who was doing her very best to hold back her tears, and gathered her in close.

“Baby girl, if you’re a pervert, then so am I. I couldn’t stop myself from watching what you were doing. It was wrong, on both our parts. But I have to admit, you were sexy as hell while you were rubbing yourself. It’s been so hard since your mom’s been gone. Nobody I’ve met since has measured up. Maybe I’m too picky, but she’s the yardstick I use.”

Tom pulled away and looked down into his daughter’s eyes. “The only woman I know who does measure up looks so much like her, I have a tough time sometimes remembering she’s gone. Maybe that’s why I have these thoughts, these urges, running through me.

“It may be the worst kind of wrong, but I feel about you the same way you feel about me.”
 
Misty was glade that her father wanted her like she does him and she finally stood up giving him a hug. She slowly turned to him and softly placed a kiss on his lips. She couldn't help but to moan into the kiss loving the taboo feel of the kiss. She could feel herself go into a deeper state of arousal. He hand went down to his cock and began to slowly stroke him as she still kissed him. She lifted from their kiss to say "it's not fair I got to cum and you didn't ." She let go of him and started to strip in front of him.

When she was finished stripping for him she pulled herself close before she whispered into his ear "lets go rectify this daddy." She slowly walked to his bed as she swayed her hips. She sat on the bed only letting him see her DD breast. She began to play with them as she moaned out "I really hope you mean what you say because after you begin to fuck me we cannot go back to just father and daughter." She laid back on the bed and spreads her legs waiting for her father to decide what he wanted to do.

She didn't know what her father would choose but she wanted him in her badly and his pulsing erection wasn't helping in her decision. She couldn't help but just stare at her father's naked body drinking in what she wanted. She could feel her juices run out onto the bed. She wanted him needed him now that they have came clean to esch other. She was nervous though because she had fantasies about this very moment. She hoped that she could live up to her mother's reputation.

She looked to see that her father wasn't moving yet and began to wonder if she came on to strong or was he wondering if this was really happening to him. She knee that she was a younger version of her mother the only things that were different was Misty's breast and hips were bigger. She was also a lot wilder in bed than her mother or at least Misty thought so due to the videos she watched. The thought of her father treating his daughter like his little slut raced through her mind.
 
Tom could hardly believe it when Misty raised her head to kiss him. God, he shouldn't be doing this, but fuck it all, here he was, doing it. He'd kissed his daughter before, hundreds of times, but never like this. His heart pounded and he breath came in short gasps, and it wasn't because he felt guilty.

When Misty reached between them and touched his cock, he thought he might cum then and there. It'd been so damn long since anyone else had touched him, he could barely remember the last time. Rather than stopping her and asking her whether that was the way a girl treated her father, he simply moaned back into her mouth and let her have her way with him.

He almost whimpered when she pulled away, removing her hand from his hard-on, telling him, "It isn't fair I got to cum and you didn't." Tom was about to tell her to just keep doing what she was going and he was going to give her her wish, until she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and dragged it off over her head, revealing her incredible young tits.

Well, fuck, she certainly had her dad's attention with that little move. The little panties she wore hugged her curves deliciously but before long, those joined the shirt on the floor, leaving Misty as naked as her dad was.

Now that she was nude, Misty sensuously slid up against Tom once again, her smooth skin feeling so incredible he couldn't help but moan once more. Her hands wrapped around her father's back, then slid down until they rested on his ass cheeks. "Let's go rectify this, Daddy," she purred into his ear, her fingers gently gliding over his hardness as she let go and started past him, into his bedroom.

Tom wondered where this vixen had come from. This wasn't the daughter he knew. He wasn't one of those dads who had this pristine image of the ever-innocent little girl, but at the same time, he never knew Misty had this side to her. He watched in erotic wonder as her hips swayed before him on the way to his bed. When she turned and sat, then reached for her tremendous breasts and started to knead them.

"Are you sure about this, Daddy? Once we do this, there's no going back to how it was." For the first time, Misty was sounding like the adult, although the tone of her voice said she didn't want to go back.

Tom stood and struggled with his feelings. God, he was so horny, but this was his daughter, damn it! While he didn't want some idiot kid taking advantage of her, was he any better, for even having gone this far?

His feet started to move, making the decision for him. The woman on the bed sent a siren call out to him, and not just from the words she was speaking. Misty simply exuded sex, and Tom was no match for it.

When he reached the edge of the bed, He let Misty continue what she was doing and just leaned over, placing his hands on her hips and pressing his lips against hers once more.
 
She let out a moan as she felt his lips on hers again and she gently pulled him on top of her. She could feel her wet sex brush up against his rock hard rod and she couldn't help but to want him in her. Misty couldn't help but to feel a rush because of what they were doing and it made her even wetter than she was before in fact she could feel her wetness start to collect on his bed sheets . She wanted her father so bad and now if her father didn't back out at the last second she was going to get it.

She reached down grabbing his cock once again and she gently ran his tip between her lower lips. She let out a little moan as she done so. "Now daddy do you want your little girl to give you a hand job some more or do you want to pound her like a bad girl shee is?" She asked in her most seductive voice she could. The feeling of his big head in her lips was almost to much for her and she wanted to sink him in herself already. It took all of her control not to do it though and it made her that much more horny.

she slowly stroked him as she waited for his answer hoping that it wouldn't take long for him to answere her. She didn't know if he was still processing all of what was going on right now or what but the wait for her was too much for her to stand. She was about to put him in herself when she finally felt his answer. She let out a loud moan as he entered her tight pussy. She couldn't believe how much bigger he was than the toy itself which only excited her even more.

She was finally feeling his cock in her pussy which made any thrust he made into her all that much better for her. "Yes daddy fuck your little girl make use more than father daughter make us lovers!" She moaned out feeling him slowly start his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her. She let out moans every time she felt his strong thrusts smack his base against her puckered lower lips. She had ever really imagined how he would feel given she only had her mother's toy and their moans to go off of.
 
Tom wondered who the hot, nude vixen was sitting on his bed. His Misty certainly wasn't such a seductress. She was teasing him terribly, his hard cock being made harder and more insistent by the slut before him.

He moaned again when she touched his cock, and moaned even louder when she led it to her wet, slick nether lips. His daughter's pussy felt so hot, holding onto the head of his stiff cock, but no matter how much he wanted to fuck after so long, he kept remembering whose cunt he was debating penetrating.

Then, suddenly, something inside him snapped. Right and wrong was turned on its head, and his hips thrust forward, burying his cock deep into his own flesh-and-blood. Animal noises were all Tom could muster as he reveled in the feel of his entire cock being enveloped in wet, gripping warmth. Misty's pussy grasped tight on the base of his shaft, and for a moment, he wasn't sure he'd be able to move now that he was inside her. However, when he pulled back, her muscles reluctantly retreated sufficiently to let him do so, however, this was the tightest pussy he could ever remember having been in.

He pulled nearly out of his daughter's grasping hole, but before she had a chance to think he'd changed his mind, he slammed back into her again, making her move on the bed.

Whatever he was now, he'd fucked his daughter. No one he knew would understand. It would be a secret they'd both have to keep. The hope was that Misty wouldn't change her mind at some point, because this one episode, even if he stopped right now, would be enough to put him away for a long time.

But, that thought came and went. His desperate desire was in charge at the moment, and it shoved that kind of thinking aside, basking only in the tremendous sensation of being in Misty's body.

When Misty's legs wrapped around Tom's waist, he knew she certainly didn't want him to stop, and so he didn't.

It had been so long since he'd had a woman, Tom felt his orgasm screaming up on him after only a minute or so.

"God, baby," he panted, "I'm gonna cum."
 
Misty didn't know if her father cumming in her right now was a good idea but she couldn't make herself remove him. She could only lay there and moan out while he grew closer to cumming. She final made herself release him enough to maneuver herself so that awy he would slide out of her. She was glad she gained enough control over herself to make him slide out because as soon as he fell out he came on her stomach. She let out a soft coo before saying "now daddy we need to get you cleaned up so that way we can go again."

She wiggled herself out from underneath him and got on all fours on the bed and took his cock into her mouth. She let out a moan as she tasted his cum for the first time in her life. She loved the taste. It could have been because the taboo nature of the act or the fact he hadn't had anyone for awhile. She could feel her juices start to leak out of her pussy and down her thighs. She wanted to have him in her until he came again. She knew that she wouldn't last such a good pounding by her father.

When she couldn't milk anymore cum out of her father she gave him one last strong suck letting him pop out of her mouth before she got up and started to kiss him again. She wanted to feel her father take control of her and pound her like he did her mother. She wanted him to make her squirt like she had done with the mold of his cock. She didn't know if he would change his mind after this and if he did then she wanted this to be rememberable for her.
 
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God, it felt so good to have his cock in a pussy again. Tom had so missed this sensation, the fact that the pussy belonged to his daughter only caused a twinge of guilt for a brief moment. The imminent orgasm certainly didn’t care whose body it released in.

Then began the internal struggle regarding whether or not to release in the pussy he happened to be inside. However much internal debate went on, his hips never stopped moving, his orgasm no less certain.

Then, just as the point of no return arrived, Misty moved just enough that her father’s cock slipped out as the first spurt of cum streaked through the air and onto her body.

The thick, viscous cream landed across Misty’s left breast, the rest of Tom’s load coated her stomach and pooled on her pubic mound, dripping down over her father-fucked pussy lips.

As Tom panted, admiring the sexy mess painting his daughter’s body, she grinned up at him, trailing a finger through the slick thickness on her skin.

After a few seconds of playing with her dad’s cum, Misty said, “We need to clean you up so you can go again.”

Then, Tom watched as his little girl got up on her hands and knees and sucked his deflating cock into her mouth.

Oh, god, a blowjob. Tom had almost forgotten what that felt like. His wife had been an expert at giving head. It seemed that particular apple didn’t fall far from the tree, because Misty had as much talent for fellatio as her mother had.

As Misty cleaned the results of their illicit activity from her dad’s cock with her talented mouth, Tom felt his still-hungry member change its mind on wilting, and it began to swell in preparation of more fucking.

When Misty finally decided he was clean and ready enough, she scooted over and threw her arms around her dad, pressing her cum-slick body against his and mashing their lips together.

Only an hour or so previous, Tom would have fought all this, regardless how hard up for sex he was. Now, though, the taboo of the situation was starting to feel, if not normal, then at least as right as it possibly could.

Tom could taste both Misty’s pussy as well as his own cum in this kiss. Any other time, the latter would have had him rebelling. Considering he’d just fucked his daughter, and was contemplating doing it again soon, his sense of what was wrong and what was simply absurd repression was getting mighty fuzzy.

It’d been years since he’d fucked and then turned right around and done it all over again without hours of recuperation time, but he felt stronger and hornier than he had in ages. One cum wasn’t going to be sufficient this time around.

Finally, Misty and Tom’s lips parted. Both had the taste of themselves, as well as each other, in their mouths. Tom’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed. He simply looked at Misty, the beautiful woman he’d just made more than his daughter, and finally lifted her off the bed and threw her onto her stomach. Her ass was so round and perfect, he could hardly believe it. Still, even though sex filled his head with its intoxicating aroma, he could still smell the arousal that wafted from between his daughter’s legs. The bed was already a cum-smeared mess, Misty’s dripping pussy had seen to that, but that was okay. It’d been far too long since a woman had stained Tom’s sheets with her arousal. He certainly wasn’t going to complain. And now that Misty had landed face-down on the bed, his own sexual juices now had joined hers on the bedclothes.

After a minute or so, Tom had temporarily had his fill of admiring his little girl’s ass. His cock was screaming at him that it was time to fuck again.

Tom reached out and grabbed Misty’s hips and pulled them toward him. Misty took the hint and raised herself onto hands and knees, giving her father access to both her lower holes.

Tom thought about invading her tight little butthole, but her pussy glistened and drooled, enticing him to stretch the hole he’d fucked once already. Besides, there was no way Tom would ever get tired of pussy, no matter how much of it he received.

Still holding tight to his daughter’s hips, Tom lined his aching cock up with her dripping hole…
 
Misty could feel her dad's raging cock penetrate her dripping wet pussy again and she let out a sharp yelp. She wanted him in her again but she didn't expect him to do it so soon. She could feel him stretch her again and she couldn't help but to moan out with every little motion he made. She couldn't believe how sensitive her little pussy was. "Mhhmmm daddy aaaaaghhhhhhh are you enjoying my little pussy?" She wanted him to use her until he was satisfied.

She wanted him to massage her breast and play with her nipples. She began to thrust herself back onto his cock loving how big it is. She could feel him thrust deep into her his head hitting the back of her womb. She felt his balls slap her clit which only made her her pleasure that much more intense. She already began to cum and she shouted out "MMMMmmm please keeeeeeep goinggggg!" She could feel her juices start to squirt out of her pussy.
 
As with every other time Tom had fucked, the last thing he wanted it to do was end. The fortunate thing this time around was, having cum so soon before starting this time, it was going to take a while.

Right and wrong were completely out the window. What was happening felt so good, there was no room to think about such things. Tom fucked harder than he in years. His hips slapped against Misty’s round, firm butt on each stroke, and the flesh barely moved.

When he heard his daughter’s moans of encouragement, he couldn’t bear but to fuck her harder.

Eventually, he gathered enough of his wits to reach out and gather Misty’s hair. He gripped it tight then pulled back firmly, using it as an aid to pull her soaking cunt onto him with more emphasis on each crashing thrust.

Her desperate gasp for him to continue when she started to cum was unnecessary, because the only way he was stopping was when he’d expelled another cuntload of cum into his daughter’s hot, wet hole.
 
Misty was in a complete pleasure fueled daze as she screamed out loud and pressed herself against her daddy's cock. She could feel her daddy's cock hit areas that hadn't ever been hit which caused her body to spasm without any control at all. "Give your daughter a good spanking daddy!" She screamed out wantin him to give her bottom a good spanking hoping that he makes both her cheeks rosey red. She suddenly felt her muscles tense up and then like a dam bursting she felt her cum pouring down her thighs.
 
Tom couldn't believe it when Misty said she wanted to be spanked. She'd hated being disciplined when she was younger, so to hear the make such a request was something of a shock.

Still...

Letting go of her hair, Tom raised his hand and brought it down on his daughter's perfect round butt. The slap resounded through the room, and Misty gave out a very satisfying squeal. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and it prompted him to raise his hand again and do the same with her other cheek.

Misty seemed to like this treatment. The effect it had on her pussy, which translated into the effect it had on his cock, made him like it a lot, too. However, the concentration on spanking her was distracting him from his fucking, but that was okay. too, as it just meant he'd be able to have his cock inside her pussy that much longer...
 
Misty couldn't do anything at this point but to yelp out with each smack of her ass. Her body shook with each thrust that was made into her and she couldn't wait for him to cum again so that she could get a little recovery time because her hole would be sore after this. She just stayed on all fours taking everything her father was doing to her unable to really do anything else because her body was totally emerged in the fuck to the point her muscles wouldn't listen to her anymore.
 
Tom discovered he liked Misty's reaction when he swatted her ass. When she was little, all she did was cry and protest. Now, though, it was an entirely different situation. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be fucked, and god help him, Tom wanted to do both, and maybe even more.

If she liked being spanked, he wondered what other things his sexy little fuck of a daughter might be into...
 
"Ohhhhh god daddy's please cum I don't think my body is going to take much more please cum daddy I beg you!" She cried out trying to get her daddy to cum so that her over used hole could get some rest. She hadn't ever been fucked for this long and she didn't know how much more she could truly take. She released another orgasm but this one was a huge gusher spraying them both down with a lot of cum.
 
Tom loved hearing Misty beg. When she was younger, the beg was accompanied with a whine, that made it really fucking annoying. However, now that sex was involved, it lent a whole new edge of arousal to it. It sounded like Misty needed a break. That realization kind of surprised him. He'd figured, being male and so much older than she was, that he'd be the one wearing down first. It gave him a flush of manly pride to know he'd out-fucked his young partner.

Still, another cum was pretty damn close. He swatted h is daughter's ass a few more times, but then bent over her back and grabbed her tits. He squeezed them and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger while he fucked...

When Misty squirted, he let out a moan, and could tell his orgasm was a lot closer than it'd been before...
 
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