To Be Daddy's Whore (Closed for BurningMonkey)

Character Profile: Candice Johnson (Candy to all her friends and family) - Age 18 - Lives with her divorced father - Senior in High School..

"See you later, Anna!" Candy shouted to her friend across the school parking lot. She got into her car and left to go home. She checked her reflection in the mirror while she was stopped at a red light, adorning her lips with bright pink lipstick, puckering and removing any excess. She smiled looking at her reflection until she heard the car behind her start honking. "Alright, alright. I'm moving.." The drive home wasn't far and she knew that they'd probably have to go out for dinner tonight, since neither one of them had had time to cook with his work and her cheerleading practice.

She drove down the road and pulled into the driveway. Her Daddy's work truck wasn't home yet. A bright smile crossed her face as she rushed inside the two story home they lived in. Her mom had cheated on her dad about 5 years ago. They had a huge fight, her mother divorced him and said that he could have Candy and the house. 'I don't need to be tied down anymore' were her mother's words. She had never thought herself a burden on her mother, but something had gone on and up until last year, Candy blamed herself. And now, her dad works for some company as a repairman. She loves her Daddy and knows he's doing everything he can to support her.

She walked in dropping her backpack at the door, kicking off her shoes and heading up to her room. "He shouldn't be home for some time, I have enough time.." She hopped up on her bed and laid back, opening her laptop and going to PornHub. She had some kinks that she liked. Light BDSM, Big Dick and her favorite, Incest. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to find the right video but sure enough, she found one. "Oh god yes.." she mumbled to herself as she looked through the scenes by hovering over the preview. After clicking on the video, she slipped her hand down into her pink panties, spreading her pussy lips, a slight moan escaping her lips.

Her fingers found what she was looking for and began to watch a father/daughter incest video as her middle finger worked small circles around her clit. She kept an open ear for the sound of her father coming home so she wouldn't get caught, but the video was so good, she was so close to cumming.. Her hearing focusing on more of the video than to the need of being a look out as her other hand found its way to her breast to tease the nipple bringing moans from her throat.

The man in the video looked about her daddy's age and the woman not much older than her. She had had a fantasy about her dad for some time now, but who wouldn't if all dads looked like him. She dipped a finger into her cunt, swirling it around inside before sliding the now-wet digit back to her clit, moaning more and more as time went on.

Character Profile: Tom Johnson - age 43

Tom pulled into the driveway behind Candy's car. Since he left earlier than she did, he wouldn't have to move it until work tomorrow morning. He sat, just sat, for a moment, then opened the door and climbed out. He stretched his back for a long minute; he'd spent all day under kitchen sinks, busting his knuckles with a faucet wrench, and it felt good to just work out some of the kinks and knots. Maybe he'd ask Candy for a back rub later; she had a way of finding the tight places and working them loose...

Thoughts of Candy brought up some disturbing images--her in a tank top, bra-less, nipples poking; her in her baby-doll jammies; her in some tight booty-shorts. All images from this past few months. He had to admit that she'd grown into a hot piece of ass, objectively speaking--and those weren't exactly the sort of thoughts a father should be having about his daughter.

But hell, he was a man, and he hadn't been laid in the five years since Margo left. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in dating. It was rather that he had a just-turned-teenage daughter to raise, and his job didn't leave much time, anyway. And she hadn't been of an age where he could call in a babysitter, had she? Hell, girls her age then were babysitters, they didn't have them.

And he hadn't been able to leave her on her own, alone. What if something happened while he was out on a date? A house fire, or an accident...he'd never have been able to forgive himself. So he endured his forced celibacy. For Candy's sake.

Not that he wasn't an avid watcher of porn and active and frequent stroker; far from it. And lately he'd noticed that he gravitated more and more to the "barely legal" category, where the girls were about the same age as his daughter. Coincidence? He thought not. She'd gotten her mother's boobs (such nice big round boobs!) and his mother's dark honey hair, which she lightened nicely in streaks. And her ass; he had no idea where she'd gotten that, but it was...world class. Hands down.

Still, she was his daughter, not some woman he'd met at a bar someplace. So he fought to keep those thoughts and images out of his head. Usually unsuccessfully, unfortunately...

He mounted the steps and opened the front door, stepping into the foyer and hanging his jacket on the coat-tree there. Setting his lunch pail on the floor, he was about to head into the kitchen for a beer and call to tell Candy he was home when he heard sounds. Coming from upstairs.

Some video game she's playing? he thought at first, but they didn't sound like anything he would associate with any video game. They sounded more like...the sounds a woman makes during sex. Is she watching porn?? he wondered. It certainly sounded like the clips he watched.

He quietly mounted the stairs and the sounds grew louder, and he was convinced: she was watching porn. His daughter was home watching porn. And strangely, the moment of outrage he felt at that thought instantly turned into a mingled sort of lust/love, and he couldn't help but imagine her, splayed out on the bed playing with herself while watching the little laptop screen. And that thought made him instantly hard as a brick.

He took his shoes off at the top of the stairs and moved slowly down the hallway to her door, first peeking around the casing, then sticking his whole head into the opening. His hand crept of its own volition to his aching erection and he began rubbing himself through his pants.

There she was, back to the door, no panties and legs spread wide just as he'd imagined her, with the addition of one hand thrust up under her cheerleader top and obviously playing with her tit, squeezing the nipple. But what was happening down low arrested his attention, riveting it as if nailed in place: her pointer and ring fingers had her pussy lips spread wide, her middle finger diddling her little clit just as fast as it could.

Moans were issuing from her throat, and her attention was fully fixed on whatever that was she was watching. It looked like some kind of cartoon, but the figures moving on the screen were not chasing each other around like in a kid's cartoon. These figures were quite definitely fucking...

The scene had progressed to the point the man had already cum once and was on his way to another round of shooting cum into the young woman's ass. Candy continued to play with her clit, rubbing it fiercely as she was nearing the second orgasm of her time watching the video. She hadn't even heard anything outside her room, she didn't care. She wanted to cum.

Her fingers were drenched with her juices as she continued on, her moans easily matching to that of the young woman's on the porn video. "Ahh yes, Daddy make me cum!" she mewled out, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she forced them into her dripping, soaking cunt. She forced her way through an orgasm when she heard a noise outside her bedroom door. She opened her eyes wide as she looked in the direction of the noise.

"Ah fuck," she mumbled under her breath, she quickly closed down the laptop lid and sat up on the bed, wiping her fingers clean of her honey. "Dad? Is that you?" she questioned sitting there, trying to get her breathing under control.

Tom watched in frozen fascination as Candy got closer and closer to cumming. His own hand was rubbing his hard-on quickly now; much more and he'd spurt right there in his pants, he was that aroused.

But what she said next made him stop in shock: "Ahh yes, Daddy make me cum!" Was she...was she fantasizing about him!?

He almost fainted. As it was he fell against the wall next to the door, just as Candy was crying out in her climax. Oh, Christ!! he thought, quickly pulling his head back from in the doorway. Shit! Did she see me? And then he heard her voice calling out: "Dad? Is that you?"

Fuck! Fuck shit damn fuck! But she was asking, not exclaiming in shock. So maybe she hadn't seen him watching her finger-fuck herself... He tried to get his breathing under control, and when he thought he'd done an okay job of that, he squared his shoulders and walked through the doorway, trying to act normally. "Hi, Candy-cane," he said, using his pet name for her. "I'm home."

His quick glance revealed all the tell-tale signs of orgasm: the flushed skin, the deep rapid breathing, and was that the scent of pussy in the air...?

Candy sat there on her bed, cross-legged as she tried to keep herself under control. Her orgasmic release had been halted a bit at the end due to the noise she had heard.

Her dad walked through the door and called her Candy-cane. She smiled at the fact he still called her that, because to her he was the sweetest man in the whole world. Her hero, in fact in her mind.

"Oh good, daddy. I've been here a while. Just uh---doing some studying." She looked to the front of his pants and tilted her head. "Uh dad? Did you spill some coffee or something on the way home?" It wasn't a large spot, but it certainly did seem odd.

She smiled as she got up, her legs wobbly a bit, but she hoped he didn't notice.

"I'm gonna get changed and I was thinking we could go out to Chili's for dinner. I got a text for a coupon there, thought we could use that.." She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek before walking into the closet to get changed.

Tom was mortified; he'd leaked pre-cum through his pants, and she'd noticed. Thankfully she didn't make a big deal out of it, though the question did occur to him: Why was she checking out my crotch?

But he dismissed the dirty thought that came with that question. It was just that sitting on the bed his crotch was right at eye level for her. That was it. Of course.

He sat down on the bed while she rummaged around for some clothes in the closet and quietly opened the laptop she'd been watching so avidly. There was a webpage filled with icons of various cartoons--"anime" his memory provided--that contained screen captures of the contents of the clips.

The screen captures were very graphic. Here was one that showed a young girl with a man's cock in her mouth; here was another that showed a man doggy-fucking another girl from behind as he held her arms behind her. Not the sort of porn he was familiar with, but porn of a sort nonetheless.

A wicked idea came to him, and he casually called, "Candy, honey? I thought you said you were studying. What's this stuff on your computer? It doesn't look like any schoolwork I've ever seen..."

Candy smiled to her dad as she continued to look for clothes. She changed in front of him. She didn't care. She kept her bra on and panties, making a quick change into tight shorts and a graphic t-shirt. She turned around to see her dad looking through her laptop.

"Candy, honey? I thought you said you were studying. What's this stuff on your computer? It doesn't look like any schoolwork I've ever seen..."

Her mind drew a blank on how to explain. She didn't want to lie to him but it felt odd hearing him speak about it. She noticed as she got closer that he was looking at a couple of screenshots in particular. One with a woman being plowed from behind and another where girls are making out with a guy's dick.

"Oh god, um... It's research for certain. I was looking for...stuff for art class." She knew she had fouled up. She didn't take art in school. She was a jock-ess when it came to school.

"Fuck. No dad, I gotta admit.. I was looking at it for my own personal research.." she sat down on the bed feeling ashamed that she had lied to him. "I don't usually lie but I didn't want you to think bad of me." The closer she got to him the more she smelled his crotch. Cum? She wasn't sure but she didn't want to think on it.

"So dinner, daddy?"

So dinner, Daddy?"

Tom just looked at his daughter. Did she really think such an obvious ploy to change the subject would work? He turned back to the screen, noting one of the icons was highlighted. Without saying a word, he clicked on it. A full-color, graphic picture filled the screen, and the unmistakable moaning and gasping of a woman being thoroughly fucked filled the air between them.

The words she was speaking were Japanese; he bent down to read the English translation at the bottom. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little daughter! I want to cum for you, Daddy! I want you to cum inside me!", he recited out loud. He looked up again as he clicked the screen once more, freezing the image and stopping the sound.

Half of him wanted to fuck her, here and now, on this bed. He knew she didn't have a cherry to pop; he'd seen her bury her fingers in her pussy up to the hilt, and there had been no blood and no pain. But looking up at her sitting there, biting her lip, flushed, obviously embarrassed and ill-at-ease, that half of him melted and he was suffused with fatherly concern. Whatever else she was, she was his daughter, his little Candy-cane that he'd swung by her arms and danced with her feet on his shoes, and he loved her with all his heart.

"Um, first I want to tell you that I would never, ever think bad of you. At least, not for this," he said, concern and love mingling on his face. "I, uh...I was young once, and I know that girls and guys your age have...urges, feelings, that happen when you're growing up.

"We never...never had a 'sex talk', you and me," he continued, looking down. "My fault. There just never seemed to be the right time, and then you were too old for it, I thought, and besides," he waved his hands vaguely, "there's all this stuff on the internet now, and I pretty much figured you had already learned all about it, and..." he trailed off, not exactly sure where he was going.

He looked up at her again and asked, gently, "So...is this the sort of thing you, uh...'personally research'? Stuff about...daddys? And daughters?"

The way he was speaking meant he was feeling uncomfortable. It only meant he was confused because to him -- she was still his little girl. Not some orgasm-hungry whore. Not some incest loving freak. She looked to him and tilted her head before sighing. She had to come clean to him. He's her only confidant and she trusts him more than anyone. He only wants what is best for her.

"Yes Daddy, I...I have to admit.. I love watching that type of thing. It---" she paused. "--it turns me on, daddy. Just something like that seems...seems so taboo and I just can't resist it."

She stood there before him before putting her hand up to his face. "Thank you for understanding daddy. Now, how about dinner?" She bent down to kiss his forehead before turning away, only to be stopped by him grabbing her hand.

As she turned away he took her wrist, not roughly, but firmly. He turned her back towards him as he sat on the bed, pulling her in closer, between his spread knees.

She was obviously not upset, and that damped down his fatherly concern. But it ramped up the other feelings he had for her, and even though he'd just cum in his pants in the hallway he was stiffening again. She was so beautiful, and lush, and had such nice tits, which were staring him in the face, now...

He wrapped one arm around her and slid his hand between her legs, moving up slowly from her knee towards that sweet honeypot he'd seen earlier. "It turns you on, does it?" he said, softly, looking up into her face. "How much does it turn you on, hmm? And is it any daddy and any daughter you fantasize about, or is it...your daddy, maybe?"

Candy looked to her daddy and couldn't help but gasp as she looked down to his groin. His pants were expanding in a way she only knew to be a male erection. She gasped more as his hand slipped up her inner thigh, coming to rest just below her pussy. She smiled as she looked to him, but that smile turned into an open mouth moan before she responded to him.

She looked down to his face, smiling as she looked to him. "Oh Daddy. There could be only one daddy that comes to my mind and ---- it's you.." She knelt down to the floor, coming eye level with his cock that was hidden behind his pants, straining to be released from its confines.

She looked up to him before focusing back to the task at hand. "I've only imagined this...dreamed of this.." she mentioned before raising her hand up to touch the firm appendage that was springing to life in his trousers. Because of her? Was he truly turned on by her? Did her innocent and fun-loving daddy have a dark side to him, the kind that only has eyes for incest? For fucking her tight young twat that only a few minutes ago wanted to have him in her for real in her imagination?

She pulled down the zipper to his pants, undoing the button and slipping her hand inside to pull them down. His meat-stick sprung out as if it was ready to attack -- perfectly erect. So large. Oozing...oozing precum.

"This...this is my daddy's cock," she spoke almost surprised at what she was doing. Touching his cock slowly with her delicate hand, moving the fingers up and down his length. She looked to him once more before moving forward, sticking her tongue out to taste him. 'Tangy. Sweet. Amazing.' she thought to herself. She looked to him on what to do next.

Tom couldn't believe what was happening. What he'd jacked off to at night, what he'd daydreamed about during the day--his daughter wanted him, wanted his cock.

He reached down and hooked his fingers underneath the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and off over her head. She had to let go of his dick for that, which he regretted, but by doing so he exposed her succulent, round, firm tits, which he didn't regret in the least. He reached behind her back to unhook the bra, letting it fall down on her elbows, then moved both hands to the front to cup and fondle those luscious round orbs. He found her nipples, standing out like hard gumdrops, and pinched and twirled them for a moment, then leaned back on his elbows on the bed where he could watch what was happening.

When she looked at him questioningly, he said, "You started it; keep going. Suck it like a popsicle," he added, not knowing just how experienced at sucking a cock she might be. Has she given blow-jobs before? he wondered. And, If so, to whom? Some boy at school? But he stopped wondering anything and gave himself over to just feeling the exquisite pleasure of her mouth on his hot flesh as she resumed.

As his hands felt up her body, Candy moaned out in pleasure. Her body was reacting to her daddy touching her nipples. They were erect and poking out against his skin as she then continued to feel his cock. He leaned back, basically giving her permission to take care of his erection. She looked to him before looking back to his dick.

"Okay...I'm...going for it." she thought to herself after she hesitated for a little bit. But all that aside -- he was a man. He needed pleasure just as much as she did. She smiled. She leaned forward, licking the tip of his cock before taking the tip into her mouth.

"Mm," she moaned around his thick shaft. It throbbed violently in her mouth. Using her tongue, she teased the underside and then reached up to grip the base. "Mm," she moaned again. He tasted so good.

Tom was reveling in the sight of his beautiful daughter licking and sucking on his knob. Delicious sensations were racing across his skin from the point of contact with her warm, wet, willing lips and tongue. "Oh, yeah, Candy-cane...Mmmm, baby girl...make Daddy feel good...Ah! Ah!..."

His groaning only seemed to encourage her, which was good, because he wanted to encourage her. But he didn't want to cum in her mouth--he had different plans, and he intended to stop her when he was getting close. But for now...

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, the better to concentrate on the feel of her electric mouth on his hot, swollen cock.

Candy continued to suck her daddy's cock. The throbbing sensation driving her mad with lust as she continued to tease his shaft with her tongue. She could tell that he was loving the feeling and she wanted to feel him inside her. She was wanting to be stretched by him. Oh! That was so taboo, but...she wanted it. And perhaps, he wanted it as well. She moved up, keeping her hand on the shaft and removing her mouth from his raging erection.

"Daddy? I want to ride you.." she murmured. She took off her lower clothes and showed him her wetness. Part of it was from earlier, but the other part was from just sucking his cock. She got so wet from just tasting his precum. She loved it.

She moved up on to the bed, straddling his waist as she hovered over his erection. "Tell me when, Daddy.."

"Tell me when, Daddy, she said, hovering tantalizingly over his turgid mushroom head, all shiny and wet from her mouth. Pre-cum was oozing out slowly, trailing down the length and leaving a slick little trail...

Oh, he wanted to feel her around his raging hot dick, feel every inch of her tight, wet, teenage pussy engulf him, squeezing him from head to root, feel the weight of her ass cheeks resting against his tight balls.

"Now, Kitten...only, go slow; I want to savor every last millimeter of your sweet little cunt..."

Her pussy only moistened more when he said to do it now, but --- to go slow. She nodded in approval as she reached down to grip his cock, feeling it throb in her grasp as she guided it to her dripping slit. She moved it up and down to cover the mushroom top in her honey. She then adjusted her hips and moved him into her.

"Ooh, mm... Daddy." She cooed with pleasure as she felt him slide inch by glorious inch into her slippery twat. "Ohh daddy," she moaned again. She was loving the feel of his cock slip into her. Then, he bottomed out inside of her with an inch or two to spare. She couldn't handle much of it. He was stretching her out all the way in. He was so big. It seemed like he swelled when he pushed into her.

She finally settled on his hips, his cock now fully engulfed by her tight pussy. She placed her hands on his torso and began to move her fingers gently across his skin. "Your turn, daddy.. Make me feel good."

He relished every moment of it, the slow impalement, feeling his hot cock being encased in her, little by little. He could feel the resistance as her walls stretched, the delicious friction as she moved down, tiny increment by tiny increment...

And then he was there, her pussy lips hard up against his abdomen, her ass resting on his ball sack. "Your turn, daddy.. Make me feel good." she said, and he began a slow bucking of his hips up and down, moving in and out a few bare inches, wanting it to last. "Lean back a little," he said, slipping his hand between them, finding her clit with his thumb, making small, slow circles around it and dragging the tip across the end of her swollen button. "Just relax, Kitten...Daddy will make you feel wonderful..."

He picked up his pace a little, still only moving in and out of her velvety vice a few inches, enjoying the clench/relax, clench/relax of her tight walls as his head first moved forward, then back, rhythmically, matching the twiddling of her clit with the movement of his hips.

Then it began. His cock was now entering and bucking against her cervix with each gentle thrust. And now his thumb was teasing her. Her body relaxing and tensing up as he continued to play with her overly sensitive nub. She was wanting more and more. "Oh Daddy.." she muttered through her strained breathing. Her breasts rising and falling with gentle restraint as the perkiness was perfect.

She moved her hands up to her tits as she leaned back on his hips to allow him more access. It was feeling so good. Definitely better than what a dildo and a vibe can do. Oh! This was certainly something great. So taboo. So amazing. So----so intoxicating and addicting. She could certainly get used to it.

"Oh fuck, Daddy.." she moaned again. Her pussy coating him with her honey as he was pushing her closer and closer to an orgasmic release. She was loving this. "Oh god, ohh fuck.." she muttered. Her words slowly becoming twisted as she was getting caught up in the lust of it all.

Her pussy walls contracting and relaxing against his member. The feeling was so amazing that she started to lose control as she rode her daddy. "Ohh Daddy.. no..I'm close.. I don't want to cum yet.." she begged him as she bit her lip, the pleasure rising within her body -- warming her from the inside. The pressure to cum was right there... But she wanted to make it last. She'd definitely buy dinner for him tonight -- there was no doubt. "Oh god!" she hissed.

He picked up his pace again, bucking faster even as he diddled her engorged pleasure nub faster and harder with his thumb. "I'm going to cum soon," he said, "but I want to see you cum first." Quicker his swollen member slid in and out of her sopping-wet tunnel, feeling the friction all over the head of his cock as he moved, making his orgasm rise like a slow tide that would soon crash over him and sweep him away.

It was so deliciously wicked! He was fucking his own baby girl, and he didn't feel the least bit guilty about it, naughty and forbidden as it was.

"Cum, Candy-cane," he gasped, short of breath now, "Cum for Daddy, so Daddy can cum..."

His face was flush and so was hers. Her body was starting to feel it. "Oh god, yes...I'm --- almost t-there.." she muttered. She threw her head back as she was starting to be wracked by the pleasure her daddy was giving her. Oh it was amazing. "Fuck, yes! Ohh Daddy!!" she hissed as she came hard around his cock.

Her juices coating him with the slickness as she leaned forward and began riding him nice and hard. Her hips a blur as she rode him. Her hands on his shoulders as she looked down to him, biting her lip -- riding through her bliss. "Oh god, Daddy! Cum! Cum, Daddy!" she begged him.

Suddenly she started bucking and moaning, and he knew she was there, up to the peak and falling... It was what he had been waiting for.

So when she fell forward and started bouncing and humping rapidly and wildly, he couldn't hold it any longer. With one mighty thrust upwards, he cried out, "I'm...I'm cumming!!" and erupted inside her, deep in her tight young pussy, filling her up with his thick, hot, sticky sperm... He froze for just a moment as white spots swam before his eyes, the coruscating explosion of euphoria racing along all of his limbs, starting gooseflesh on his arms, legs, shoulders. "Gaaahhh!!" he choked out. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuuuucckk!!..."

And then the crest of that molten wave was passed, and he slumped back, chest heaving, gazing up into the loving, shining eyes of his daughter, her hands splayed across his chest, her own breathing heavy, the wonderful weight of her hips planted squarely on his manhood, which impaled her to his balls.

He simply looked at her in awe, then gathered her down to his chest, hugging her tightly. "Oh, my beautiful girl...my wonderful, beautiful precious girl..."

Candy moved her hips around gently as she felt him fill her with the last of his jizz. It felt so warm inside of her as his cock throbbed gently signalling that he had reached his peak and given her everything he could offer. His hands grasped around her as he brought her closer to him. Their chests rising and falling with the pleasure still filling them with an afterglow.

"Oh Daddy...you...you are so wonderful.." she moaned into his ear, his cock slowly slipping from her depths. She felt amazing. She loved having his cum inside of her. To have him inside of her. She could get used to this.

She rolled over to the side and reached up to brush the sweat from his brow. "How about I buy you dinner, Daddy? My treat.." She smiled kissing his chest, loving the taste of his sweat.

He curled her tight under his arm, this marvel that he'd found under his own roof. Kissing her forehead, he said, "I would love that, Candy-cane." He smiled down into her face. "But maybe we both need to shower first; we don't want go out in public with the smell of sex all over us, do we?"

He levered himself off the bed and stretched, a mighty stretch. He hadn't felt this good in literally years. "I'll go first..." A sudden thought occurred to him. "Or maybe you'd like to do it together? Would that be fun?"

The master bathroom was certainly larger than hers and they could both easily fit in the shower and have room to spare. She looked to her Daddy as she moved around the bed, his seed leaking out of her. It felt odd but she didn't mind. "Sure, Daddy. Let's go shower...together.."

She moved out of her bedroom and walked to his bathroom. Turning on the water, she reached in with her arm to feel the temperature. "Ahh perfect.." she cooed before stepping in, the water cascading over her body before she looked to her daddy. "Come in, the water is fine.." she said with a wink.