When he came home from work that evening he was 3 hours late. His
face looked drawn and haggard, and he had loosened his tie in order to
undo the top button on his shirt, and it hung at an angle. She had
wanted to be mad at him, but she saw on his face how tired he was, and
she knew he must have had a bad day. When she heard the garage door
opening, she had popped his cold dinner into the microwave, and as he
slumped down into a chair she set it in front of him.
“Yeah. Long.” He dug into the food, eating quickly but distractedly,
still thinking about some aspect of the work he could never seem to
leave entirely behind. She sat across from him at the table, and
since she had eaten herself an hour ago she just sipped at a
half-empty glass of wine.
“Why are you drinking that?” he asked, eyeing the glass
“Because I like it.”
He might have protested further, but he just sighed and continued
eating. After a moment she got up and poured another glass and placed
it down in front of him. He looked up, his expression managing to
convey both sarcasm and thanks at the same time. He finished the food
and had a long taste of the wine, swirling it around in the glass
before leaning back against the chair.
She walked around behind his chair and started to give him a back-rub,
despite mild protests. They dwindled as she dug her fingers into his
neck and shoulders, working out hours of tension.
“Tell me about your day,” she said, continuing to rub. He took
another sip and began to talk.
He started telling her about contracts that had fallen through, an
employee who had showed up over an hour late for the second time in a
row, random details that he knew she didn’t care about. But he was
happy to humor her, if she wanted to pretend she cared, and besides,
it was good to have someone to bitch to. He blathered on while she
continued to rub his neck, and it did feel good. He felt tired enough
that the wine started going to his head, even though he hadn’t had
much. At one point she reached around his neck and undid his tie,
drawing it slowly off his neck, and he almost stopped her; it felt
like she did it impudently, and besides, he remembered that he should
be mad that she was drinking. Dammit, when he was a kid, you at least
tried to hide your drinking from your parents. But he didn’t say
anything. He was too tired.
Her fingers started tracing more intricate designs on his shoulders,
and they looped over to undo a few more buttons on his shirt. Did she
have to press so closely to him when she did that?
“Honey, you don’t need to give me a back rub,” he said, shifting in
his seat a little to move his head away from her. “It’s very sweet of
you, but I’m really tired anyway, I think I’ll head up to bed.” She
didn’t take her hands off his chest, and when he shifted they tickled
his chest hair a little.
She objected, of course. She was always pouting at him if
he went to bed right away, and he did feel bad; he almost never saw
her in the evenings anymore, and never for more than half an hour in
the morning, while she’d get together her things and leave for
school. She pulled him back to leaning against the chair, digging her
fingers into his chest a little and chastising him as she did.
“Dad, I never get to see you anymore. Besides, you have a lot of
tension in your back right now, and you’ll sleep better if I can
work it out for you.”
He smiled. As excuses went, it was a pretty good one. He relaxed
again and closed his eyes.
She felt him relax under her fingers, and after a minute she again
started to trace circles and lines on his back, stopping once to
scratch lightly. At this he groaned slightly, which made her catch
her breath, but she kept on. It seemed tonight she had a pretty good
chance. She was going to try for it.
Slowly she worked her fingers down the front of his neck and a little
down his chest. When he didn’t stop her, she moved them in unison
down to his nipple and flicked it.
“Hey!” he said, and stood up out of the chair quickly. “What do you
think you’re doing?” He was upset, she could tell, but she could also
tell he didn’t know what was going on yet, so she played up to it a
“Daddy, I’m just playing with you,” she giggled, “don’t overreact.
You’d think I crashed your car or something.” She stepped up next to
him and draped her arms around his neck. “Besides, I thought you
might be falling asleep.” She looked up at him, with her best ever
but-I’m-so-cute expression, blinked her eyelids, and he smiled.
“Well, okay. Sorry, I’m just snappy from work.”
“I know,” she said, and hugged him tightly. She made sure to press
against his chest softly but deliberately. She stood on tip-toe for a
second, and gave him a feathery kiss on his neck. Moments before he
pulled away, she felt a twinge in his pants and knew it was going to
At the unexpected feeling in his pants, he quickly shifted his hips
away from hers. What the hell? He really must be losing it. He
thought he was doing a decent job since Karen left; he and Samantha
were close, and he though she talked to him about most things–maybe
not everything, but more than he’d ever shared with his dad. But the
last few years had been harder. He wished Karen were still around to
deal with all this girl stuff. It made him uncomfortable to see Sam
growing into a woman, and a damn good-looking one, at that. He knew
she was dating, and he should probably be talking to her about sex,
but he never knew how to start. And now this! To be reacting to his
own daughter’s body? Yes, she’d started to fill out quite nicely, and
yeah, he looked occasionally–what guy wouldn’t? But wasn’t there
supposed to be some sort of circuit breaker in your body that stopped
you from having this kind of reaction?
He couldn’t help himself from stealing a sneak peek down her shirt as
she pulled away from the hug. She was wearing some tight tank-top and
no bra, and the tops of her breasts were firm and very visible.
Noticing her erect nipples pushing at the fabric, he felt another
twinge in his pants. To hide it he quickly turned around and started
“I’m sorry, babe, I know we haven’t spent much time together
recently. But I’ll make some time this weekend. I promise. Tonight
I’m just bushed.”
No, he was leaving too soon! She hadn’t had time to really try
something. But before she could react, he’d left the room. Okay,
time for a new plan.
She waited in her room and she heard him run the shower. She heard
him finish, and move around in his bedroom, and she saw the light go
off. This is it, she thought to herself. Daddy or bust. She gave it
ten more minutes for him to fall asleep, or at least get close. Then
she stripped off her pants so that she was down to her tank-top and
She tip-toed across the hall and quietly opened his bedroom door. He
was lying on his side, facing away from her, and she walked over and
pulled up the covers and slid into the bed next to him.
“Wha?” He said, groggily, and he rolled towards her.
“Nothing, Daddy. I’m just feeling bad. I thought maybe I’d stay here
with you tonight.” She tried her best to make her voice sound
innocent and slightly scared. She knew he could never resist that.
“Well, okay, I guess,” he said, and she nuzzled into him, throwing one
leg over his. Her breasts were pushed against his side and her head
fit nicely on his chest. She stayed still for a while until he
started to doze off again.
Something good was happening. Something nice. He shifted around a
bit until he was flat on his back. Then he woke up suddenly as he
realized the sensations weren’t a dream. There was a hand on his
cock, tracing slow circles, and he instantly realized it was his
“What the fuck?” he shouted, and half-jumped away. “Jesus, Sam,
what’s got into you?” He sat half up in bed and pulled the covers
over his erect cock, embarrassed and angry. He watched her pull
herself up to a sitting position and his brain raced as he tried to
figure out what was going on.
“Daddy, nothing’s gotten into me,” she said. “I just…I just wanted
to touch you. I’m not a little girl anymore, you know. I know you
want me to stay a girl forever, but there’s pressure, you know?
And…you love me, don’t you?”
“Of course I love you! But this is different and you know it. And
what do you mean, pressure?”
She bit her lower lip and looked up at him in a way that only made
things worse. “Well, I’m dating, and I just…I just thought maybe I
could learn from you. You know, in a safe way. Isn’t that better
than doing it with some guy in the backseat of a car?”
He was torn. Of course he didn’t want to imagine her fucking some
random high school kid in a car. What dad wants that! But this was
wrong. You don’t learn about sex like this. He opened his mouth to
tell her to get back to her room, but before he could say a word she
leaned over and kissed him.
“Please, Daddy. Please?”
She could sense he was weakening. It had been years since her mom had
walked out on them, and she knew he hadn’t dated at all, mostly for
her sake. Okay, she may have laid it on a little thick with the
“learning” bit…she’d had plenty of experience, far more than she
would ever admit. But she thought this was the best strategy. She
kissed him again and moved her hand to his chest. He gave a
half-hearted push away, but with her leg across his, she could feel
that his body wanted her, even if he didn’t.
She broke the kiss and leaned over to his ear and whispered, “I’m not
going to tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret. I promise.
Just…relax.” She kissed along his neck and moved her hand from his
chest down to his stomach. Yeah, he was old enough to be her dad…he
WAS her dad! But he had kept in good shape and she could feel the
muscles underneath. “Baby,” he said softly, “I just don’t think…I
mean, this isn’t right…you’re my daughter.” But he didn’t move away
and she knew she had won.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. God, it had been a long time
since he’d had any hands on his body other than his own, and her mouth
was sweet and warm. But he couldn’t! He tried to concentrate on how
huge of a mistake this was, but suddenly she slid down under the
covers and took his cock in her mouth and all his protests flew away.
She’d wanted to do this for so long, she almost couldn’t control
herself. But she held back, knowing the situation was still
delicate. She flicked her tongue up and down along his beautiful
thick shaft–even better than she’d imagined it. She licked his shaft
until it was nice and wet and then brought one hand down to grasp at
the base. Then she took the head of his cock fully into her mouth,
and she heard him groan. Sucking, lightly at first, she slowly moved
her hand up and down as she traced the top of his cock all over with
her tongue. At last she felt the tension in his body recede as he
gave into her. “That’s right, Daddy,” she whispered, just loud enough
for him to hear from under the sheets. “Let me suck you. Let me make
you feel good.”
Then she began to really go at it in earnest. She gripped tighter
with her hand as she slid it up and down. She sucked at his cock like
it was the best thing she’d ever had in his mouth, and she moaned in
pleasure as she tasted his pre-cum. She licked at his slit and then
in a sudden motion, she pushed his cock all the way in her mouth, down
“Oh Jesus, Sam, Jesus,” he panted. His little girl was sucking his
cock like a pro. Somewhere in the back of his head he realized this
couldn’t be the first time she’d done this, but before the thought
could fully materialize she deep-throated him again and his brain
vaporized. He felt himself building up and started to pull away, but
she put both her hands on his hips and pushed her mouth down on his
“Jesus, I’m gonna come!” he managed to get out. But she didn’t stop;
in fact, she brought one hand down to cup his balls. The sensation
pushed him over the edge and he felt himself starting to come into her
warm mouth. She kept her mouth on his cock and he felt her throat
contract as she swallowed his load.
He couldn’t think for a minute, and then it all came to him: his
daughter had just sucked him off! He’d come in her mouth! His brain
couldn’t even process it. He lay there for a minute, and then he
flicked off the covers so he could look at her. She had a wide grin
on her face which he couldn’t understand. Wasn’t she upset? Ashamed?
He couldn’t think what to say.
“Thank you, Daddy. You can’t know how long I’ve wanted that.”
He just gawked at her. She wanted this? She’d seduced him! What was
Before he could start to protest again, she sat up in front of him and
slowly pulled off her tank top. She knew she had good breasts–the
boys at school were always staring, and she’d caught her dad checking
them out once or twice, as well. She wasn’t above using them to her
advantage. She straddled him, and watching his eyes watch her, she
began to fondle her breasts. She pinched a nipple and licked her
lips. “Don’t you want to help me?” she asked.
She was afraid he’d freak out again, but instead he lifted his arms
and slowly touched her breasts. At first he traced the edges, and
then he started grasping them harder, one in each hand. The feeling
gave her a thrill and she felt her body reacting. He twisted her
nipples and she let out a small moan. “Yes, Daddy, touch me. Please,
touch me more.”
Encouraged by her words, he leaned over and took one nipple into his
mouth. He played his tongue across it, just like she’d done with his
cock, flicking and sucking in turn. Her breasts were perfect and firm
and her nipples were jutting out as if in invitation. Without really
thinking about it he let one hand slide down to her ass. Her skin was
so smooth, god, and her small moans were beyond enticing. He felt
himself starting to get erect all over again. When was the last time
he’d been hard again so soon? College? But god her body was
fantastic. He moved his other hand to her ass as well, and grabbed
and stroked, allowing his fingers to slip down her crack. With her
breast in his mouth and his fingers so close to her pussy, he forgot
all about his conflicted conscience.
He knew she must be able to feel his cock rising again…she was
sitting practically right on it. He felt her shift so that he was
pressed up against her pussy lips, and he felt her wetness against his
skin. He moved his hands down farther, and let one finger slip into
her sweet hole. Holy god, he was touching his little girl’s pussy,
and it felt amazing.
“Yes, god, Daddy, please, do that,” she gasped, and her low excited
voice turned him on even more.
“You like that?” he growled. “You want to be a little slut for your
daddy? You want my fingers inside you?” And he pushed another finger
into her cunt, driving it up as far as he could. She was so wet and
tight he wanted to fuck her right then. As if she read his mind, she
shifted her hips and reached down between his legs, grabbing his hard
cock and positioning the tip right at her pussy.
But she didn’t move down. He looked up at her and she was looking
right into his eyes. She slid an infinitesimal amount down onto him,
and then pulled back up. The little slut was teasing him! She licked
her lips while looking right at him. Her hips made a little circle
and he could feel her wetness starting to cover the head of his cock
as she twisted around and around.
“Do you want to fuck me, Daddy? Do you want to fuck your little girl?
I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll give you everything.”
Later he thought maybe he went insane from desire. He grabbed her and
flipped her over onto the bed on her back, and in one smooth thrust he
pushed himself into his daughter’s tight little pussy. She screamed a
scream of pure pleasure, and he began thrusting himself into her, the
warmth and wetness all he could feel.
“You’re…mine!” he panted. “You’re my little slut and I’ll fuck you
so hard you won’t know what happened. This pussy is mine, it belongs
to me!” And with every statement he thrust into her harder, burying
himself into her teenage cunt, feeling his balls slap against her
ass. He didn’t think he could stop now even if she told him to, but
she wasn’t telling him to! She wanted it!
“Yes! Please! Keep fucking me!” she cried. She had never felt so
good. His cock was huge and it filled her completely. She was
thrusting her hips up to meet him and she sensed his body tensing as
he got close.
“Come in me, Daddy, please, I want you to come inside me.” And she
raked her nails across his back. This pushed him over the edge and he
began to spurt again and again into her tight little pussy. She
gasped and he felt her pussy contract around his cock, draining him of
every drop as she came. “God, yes!”
He collapsed on top of her, amazed and emptied. After a minute, he
rolled off of her, exhausted. Slowly reality returned to him and he
couldn’t believe what had happened. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
“I’ve never been happier.” She slowly pulled herself out of the bed.
“Thank you, Daddy. And hey,” she whispered, moving close to his ear,
“maybe next time you can come on my tits.”
And she walked out of his bedroom.