Fertilizing Father

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oc- not the worlds most amazing title I know ;)

But this is inspired by a story I read on the story board, kind of a juxtipostion of the other one. Just need the daddy.

IC-

Lasha Black had long blonde hair, hazel eyes the shape of almonds and long tan legs that just kept going. But it was her hips that she always caught her father staring at.

Now Lasha wasn't stupid, nor was she a virgin, most college students weren't. So she knew her father got aroused by her, actually she kind of tinkered with the thought of letting him fuck her.

She had asked him once why he stared at her hips, he had answered that they were good childbearing hips. She thought nothing of that remark, until he asked her if she were taking the Pill
 
ooc

Is the part of daddy still open?

If so, I would like to play.
 
The Father

"See ya later, Tony." The 45-year old father shouted out as he walked up the path to his front door. In his room, he took of his jacket and shirt. Leaving him in his vest, which did nothing to hide his large beer belly, and trousers. His first port of call was the fridge to get a beer before slumping in front of the tv to wash baseball.
 
The Father

At the sound of her voice, he looked up from the telly and saw her come into the room. She was wearing a skirt tight that it stuck to her large hips like a second skin and so short that he could see every inch of those long legs of hers. Like a lot of times lately, he felt himself react.

In reply, he just grunted "Are you out?" as he watched her go over and pick something up, the skirt showing him every contour of her broad ass. He could feel the sweat forming on top of his bald head and he mentally cursed her mother for not putting out any more. Fuck! She hadn't let him touch her in well over a year, telling him that he's getting too fat. Damn woman! Didn't she realise what she is putting him through? He had his needs and she's his wife for fuck's sake. And now his young daughter kept flaunting herself in front of him, as if daring him to fuck her. The very thought made his one-eyed trouser snake started to harden under his belly.
 
Lasha

Lasha picked up her anthropology book and walked back over to stand near her father, "No, just came down to grab this." She said waving the heavy book, causing her round breasts to sway in their top.

She looked down at him for a moment, screwing up her courage then asked, "Daddy? Why did you say that I have good child bearing hips and why did you ask me if I was on the Pill?"
 
The Daddy

He watched her as she came over with her book. He could smell her perfume, see her young breasts as they swayed in her blouse. She stood there for a moment, almost as if she was taunting him. Then she came out with her blindshell of a question.

"I wanted to know if someone was porking you." He thought to himself but didn't say it.

"Just wanted to tell you that you are growing up into a good looking girl and wanted to make sure you were okay about it. " He could feel his body getting hotter and it getting harder. He so wanted to touch female flesh again. Even his own daughter's. Especially his own daughter's. "Maybe there are things you want to talk to me about?"
 
Lasha

"Actually," Lasha said sitting down, crossing her long legs, "There is, mom heard you ask me those things and she well..." Lasha blushed, "She told me to be careful because well.." Again another blush, "she thinks you want to knock me up." she confessed
 
Lasha

"Actually," Lasha said sitting down, crossing her long legs, "There is, mom heard you ask me those things and she well..." Lasha blushed, "She told me to be careful because well.." Again another blush, "she thinks you want to knock me up." she confessed
 
The Father

As soon as his daughter said "she thinks you want to knock me up", his cock shot to full erection. Creating an huge bulge in his loose pants under his belly.

"Damn that bitch!" He thought about his wife. "First she won't give him any and now she's tell his daughter that he wants to fuck her? To knock her up?" He looked at her, his eyes on her legs. His prick lurched at the thought of his daughter being underneath him, those legs wide open as he churned deep inside her.

"Could she take my prick better than her mom?" He thought to himself. His wife used to complain that he was too rough for her. He knew that she had trouble taking his cock because it was so big and thick and that because he liked to fuck hard and fast, it would make her really sore afterwards. He remembered her trying to walk afterwards. "Fucking bitch! It's her duty to fuck me! She's my wife!" He cursed to himself, though it did made him wonder if that was the reason why she no longer let him fuck her. Not because he was growing a large belly. He looked at his daughter, his lust building. "Fuck! I need a woman!". Again he could imagine fucking his daughter. This time from behind.

"Your mom had no right to say such things. But why do you ask?" Suddenly wondering that himself.
 
Lasha

Lasha blushed again, "well, from the ways I've caught you looking at me, I though maybe she was right."

Actually she knew it was, she had heard him jacking off one night and muttering her name, it had shocked her but it had also kind of turned her on.

"Daddy, I want you to be honest with me and I'll be honest with you." Lasha took a deep breath, "I know you fantasize about me...I've heard you and well." She nodded down to the tent in his pants, "But well, do you just want to fuck me, or is it more like mom thinks."
 
The Father

He was taken aback by her directness. He couldn't believe what his daughter had said. "And what did she mean by hearing him?" His mind went back those frustrating nights where he would lay on his back, next to his sleeping frigid wife, stroking his boner. At first he would fantasy about them having sex. Then as he became more desperate, he started to imagine fucking a work colleague, or the next door neighbour and then his daughter's friends. Finally, he became so desperate, he found himself thinking of his sexy young daughter. Her long tanned legs, her pert young tits, her firm slim stomach but it was her hips he thought of most. And as his hunger increased, his fantasies become more lurid, now imagining her on top of him, deeply penetrated, watching her fat belly go up and down as they fucked. A fat belly that he himself had created.

"She must have heard me." He thought to himself. That was how his wife had found out. She had woken up while he was in the middle of wanking off. Gasping out his need to make his daughter pregnant. To make her belly fat. She, of course, had found it disgusting and threw him out of the bedroom. It took a few days before he was allowed back in and she was colder than ever. She had never mentioned that night.

He felt his frustration eating away at him as he looked at Lasha. But even though he wanted to answer her, his lust demanded he answered her, something stopped him. Instead he asked her a question: "When did you hear me?"
 
Lasha

"Well I've heard you more than once, but the last time was one day when you thought you were home alone, and I was passing by your office." Lasha admitted.

She stared at him, realizing that he hadn't answered her question, "Daddy you didn't answer me, do you just want to fuck me or is like mom thinks and you want to get me pregnant?"

She leaned back against the couch, propping her legs up on the coffee table
 
The Father

He watched her move her legs up onto the coffee table as she again asked him whether he wanted to just fuck her or make her pregnant. His lust taking control, instead of answering, he asked: "Would you like me to make you pregnant?"
 
Lasha

Lasha rolled her eyes. "Daddy that is besides the point, don't answer my question with a question, you're not getting away that easy." she grinned
 
The Father

He felt his lust getting stronger as he listened to Lasha talk. A part of him wanted to tell her how much he wanted to fuck her. How much he wanted to get her pregnant. But he wanted to be in control. Telling her would lose him that control. "If you want your daddy to answer that, you had better give him an incentive." He said.
 
Lasha

Lasha tried best not to roll her eyes, she knew what he was up to. "Of course I want children daddy but I haven't given much thought as to when and with whom."
 
The Father

"Whoever you choose will be a very lucky man." He told her, his eyes roaming her young supple body. The sight doing nothing to help his situation. "Stand up. Show Daddy how you have grown into a lovely young woman."
 
Lasha

Lasha stood and did a little twirl, " I know you like what you see daddy." She said nodding down to the tent in his pants. Then she sauntered over to hi, leaned down so he could get a nice view of her cleavage and whispered in his ear, "But you never answered my question, do you just want to fuck me or do you want to knock me up?"
 
The Father

"That is no way to talk to your father!" Lustfully grabbing her, he pulled her across his lap. He slid his under her skirt, pulling it up and revealing her soft bum cheeks which he pawed. "I will teach you to respect me." He started to spank her. Watching those white cheeks go red.
 
Lasha

Lasha rolled her eyes, "Daddy spanking me is going to get you no where, not respect or the chance to knock me up so if I were you I would stop."
 
The Father

Her words and actions caught him by surprise. She was strong willed just like her mom. He stood no chance. Wait a minute! Did she say "going to get you no where, not respect or the chance to knock me up so if I were you I would stop"? Did she want him to knock her up? To make her pregnant? He looked at her again as she stood there, his hands trembling at idea that he could be fucking his little girl. But what if she was lying? Teasing him liked her mother did? But he had no choiced. He wantd her so much. He had always wanted her. "Yes." He whispered.
 
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