Daddy Saw

Literotic asexstories – Daddy Saw by Agnol,Agnol Found this half-finished story on my computer decided to complete it. Hope you like it.

All characters are over 18.

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Erin kissed her father goodbye, his lips seeming to linger upon her cheek a tad bit longer than she would consider appropriate, but she shrugged it off. ‘He must have missed me,’ she thought to herself as she watched him walk towards his car parked on the street. In his early fifties, her father Frank, was still an attractive and distinguished man. She hoped that her own husband looked as good at that age.

Waving as the car pulled away, she closed the door and set about the task of unpacking from a long trip. Janie, her two year old daughter, was fast asleep in her bed already and her husband, James, wearily unloaded the bare necessities for the night. A day of battling the crowds through airports and airplanes had left them both exhausted, though not so much that Erin wouldn’t check her email before heading off to sleep.

She sat down at her desk and found that her computer was already on. Her father must have been using it before they’d come home, she guessed. Clicking on to the internet, she checked her email, writing a quick response to a friend. Her last task was to update the finances in her spreadsheet. Navigating to the ‘Recent Documents’ folder, Erin stared dumbfounded at the list of files before her.

Normally her spreadsheet was at the top, it being the file she accessed most on her computer. It was pushed nearly to the bottom of the list, seven movie files now above it. Her heart sank as she quickly realized what she was looking at. Her father had found the private movies she and James had made in their bedroom. Movies James swore he’d never show anyone. Her husband may not have shown it to her father, but it was plain that he’d seen them. And if she was correct, he watched them a number of times each.

Clicking on the first one, labelled a cryptic ’11-20-07.mpg’, Erin immediately remembered the night when she saw herself on her marital bed. She was kneeling on the bed naked, waiting for James to come up behind her. Her belly was rounded, being about 5 months pregnant at the time, her breasts hanging heavily underneath her like udders full of milk, capped by large dark circles where her stiffened nipples thrust out proudly.

“Come on daddy!” she heard herself say through the small speakers on the desk. On the screen she was gesturing with her fingers, beckoning her husband to come take her. “Hurry up daddy,” she purred. James appeared in the frame, his backside filling the camera’s view for a moment before he shuffled to the side. She watched as they kissed noisily, James’ tongue delving deeply into her mouth, his cock rising steadily like a flag rising up the pole.

Erin chuckled at the sight, she’d never noticed his reaction to their kiss before. It was heartwarming to know that despite the obscene proportions of her body, her husband still found her desirable. James climbed up onto the bed, though his face was no longer visible due to the angle of the shot. Unseen, he inserted his penis into her body, Erin watching her own face melt with sweet pleasure as he penetrated her.

After a moment, Erin felt her body react to the sight before her. The remembered sensations, the beauty of watching oneself, a disembodied voyeur to a night of love, all made her body tingle nicely. Before too long she was pressing her fingers gently against the vee of her legs, the soft tights she wore providing easy access to the growing warmth in her sex.

“Oh fuck daddy, fuck me. Do you like fucking me daddy? Do you like fucking mommy?” The words had been a specific part of James’ fantasy. The act of fucking his pregnant wife was a particular thrill to her husband, the words ‘daddy’ and ‘mommy’ eliciting a delightful extra hardness in his cock that was a treat. “Oh yes, daddy, you fuck me so good. Fuck me daddy, fuck me.”

Erin’s fingers slipped under the waistband of her tights, pushing past the briefs she wore and dipped into the wet folds of her sex, her opening welcoming the invasion. Pulling back she gently rubbed her hooded clit in slow circles as she watched her husband taking her on the computer. Her breasts jiggled in time with his thrusts, swinging back and forth as he pushed and pulled her onto his fleshy bayonet.

It was as if she were right there again, her body was reacting in time to the fucking she had received three years ago. James’ grunts could be heard over the slap of their bodies coming together and her face was beginning to show signs of the impending orgasm. At the desk, Erin’s hand worked her cunt steadily, the other cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple. She watched intently as their fuck came to an end, James pulling her back onto his cock, shoving himself as far into her as he could manage, his hot seed spurting into her body, triggering her own climax.

Erin threw her head back, rubbing her pussy furiously as she achieved her orgasm, gasping quietly as the torturous pleasure washed over her. For long moments she sat at the desk, her legs spread wide before her as she luxuriated in the afterglow of a nice cum, wondering if she shouldn’t wake James up for a quickie.

As she came down from her euphoric reverie, she considered what it meant that her father had found the videos. Had he pleasured himself, just as she had? Had he been sitting in this very chair and stroked his hard cock watching his daughter fuck? Calling out for daddy? Did he cum? Without a doubt, she knew that he had. No way he would have watched all of those videos, and more than once she was certain, without having a nice, big orgasm. ‘What had he done with his jizz?’ she suddenly wondered.

With a detached sense of curiosity she set about finding the evidence, her mind deliberately ignoring the implications of her father masturbating to images of her. She looked in the wastebasket next to the desk, empty. She headed to the downstairs bathroom, though the trash was empty as well. Shaking her head, she wondered for a moment.

What would it look like to see your father jerk himself off? Would he shoot it all over the place? Erin discarded that idea, knowing that her father would be aware enough that he was in his daughter’s home, he would have to take special care not to make a mess. Perhaps tissue would not have been enough. Maybe he would have needed something sturdier, like a paper towel. Suddenly she had an image of her father leaning back in the desk chair, a white sticky jet of cum shooting up into the air, only to splatter on his exposed chest and belly as it came back down. The large amount of seed she envisioned convinced her that he must have needed more than toilet paper to clean up the mess.

Stepping into the kitchen her eyes immediately sought out the paper towel dispenser. The last tear was ragged and the roll appeared loose, as if someone had unrolled too much and then backed it up hastily. With a satisfied smile Erin moved to the trash and lifted the lid. A couple of envelopes filled with junk mail sat on top, which she moved aside quickly and her heart beat jumped into high gear. A crumpled white paper towel sat in the crease where the plastic bag clung together, not fully opened.

Drawing out the fibrous material, she felt strangely elated that it did not unfurl, though no stain was immediately visible. Holding it, she spun it around in her hand, studying it intently. With a nervous look to the doorway, she brought it close to her face and smelled it quickly. The scent of spunk was overwhelming, sending a dizzying wave over her and a new wellspring of wetness in her loins.

For a long moment she considered the evidence, wondering what to do with it. She knew she couldn’t keep it, but she was loathe to just toss it away. With a sigh, she put it back in the trash, dropping the junk mail on top of it once more. Clicking off the light she went to bed, pondering what to do with this revelation.

The next morning James kissed her goodbye before he rushed off to work. Erin yawned sleepily, her dreams having been haunted by visions of her father masturbating to their video. His excitement over it fueling a primal need in her to be desired, stoked by the taboo nature of it all. She set about her normal day, the delicious ache in her pussy giving her a special warmth that spread throughout her body as she pondered different ideas on how to pursue this turn of events.

Could she seduce her father? Should she show up at his home, while her mother was out, and proposition him? Shaking her head, that was too crass. The chance that her father would turn her down was too uncertain, and then where would she be? No, she had to find some other way.

Despite the lack of a clear idea on how to communicate her feelings to her father, the thoughts were making her hornier than she had been in a long while. She couldn’t wait until Janie took her nap so that she could spend some time alone working off some of the pent up desire she was feeling.

Later that day, while Janie slept soundly down the hall, Erin lay on her own bed and let her hands roam freely over her body. She was teasing herself, deliberately avoiding touching her pussy to increase the pressure she was feeling, when she caught sight of the camcorder on the floor by the dresser. Suddenly she felt compelled to make a little movie for her husband, entice him to come home early and give her the fucking she desperately needed now.

Getting off the bed, she pulled out a beige camisole and white boy shorts out of the dresser, undressing and pulling them on quickly. Checking herself in the mirror, she pinched her nipples until they stood up proudly, poking through the soft material prominently. Grabbing the camera, she put it on the dresser and then started recording.

“I’ve been bad, baby,” Erin said softly as she sat on the edge of the bed. She tried to look coy, though she was feeling a bit silly. She chewed on her lip and rubbed her bare legs together. “I’ve been thinking of daddy and it’s made me feel very naughty. I can’t wait for daddy to come home so I can show him how naughty I can be. Would you like that daddy? Would you like to come home and find how naughty I am?

“See my titties? See how hard my nipples are? They are so stiff right now, they need to be pinched and sucked on.” Erin cupped her tits through the camisole, though the fabric could not hide their shape nor the diamond hard tips that threatened to poke through. “I wish you were here to help me. I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself for now, daddy.”

Erin pulled one foot up on the bed and spread her legs, the boy shorts barely covering her fully opened pussy. Rubbing herself slowly at first, she quickly became engrossed with the idea of her husband watching her on his computer, his cock in hand and stroking himself. As soon as the picture was in her head it changed, and it was her father that was masturbating to her video. The thought immediately caused her to orgasm, a full bodied, leg shaking cum. She even felt herself squirt!

“Damn,” she thought, “I’ve never cum like that before!” The dreams the night before, the fact that her very own father had been stroking his cock in her home to videos of her, the completely taboo nature of it all, it was a perfect storm. Suddenly she wanted her father to see this video. Needed him to see it. It wasn’t enough just to pretend, she needed to make it happen.

Getting off the bed, she stopped the camcorder and took it to her computer and downloaded the video. Her pussy was quivering at the thought of what she was about to do. Once the video had transferred she edited the file, making it go black just after her orgasm. Opening her email, she felt her hand tremble as she entered her father’s email address and attached the video. In the subject she typed, “Just for you”. She already knew she could make the excuse that she’d sent it by accident if her father objected, or if her mother found it.

Her finger clicked the mouse to send the email and then her heart began to race. She was so excited by the thought of her father watching the video and her secret hope of how he would react. After a minute, she decided that she might as well send it to her husband as well. She needed to be fucked and fucked hard and who knew how long it would be before her father watched the video.

That night James came home randy as hell. Erin squealed in delight when he kissed her forcefully, his hand grabbing her ass fiercely as his tongue invaded her mouth. Once they put the baby down for the night Erin skipped into the bedroom to get ready. She put her hair into pigtails and put on a light camisole top that hung open at the bottom. Her breasts were already swollen with excitement and her nipples like diamonds as she anticipated what she was going to do. When at last she was ready, she positioned the camera so that it pointed at the bed from a side angle and she hit record.

Erin appeared at the end of the hall, peeking around the corner with just her head. James caught sight of her and she stuck out her long, smooth leg to entice him to follow her. “Time for bed, daddy,” she called out and then slipped back down the hall towards their bedroom.

James followed quickly, catching up to her just as she entered their room. His hands took hold of her hips and pulled her ass tight against his growing cock. Erin pulled him into the room, maneuvering him so that the camera could see all that was taking place. He was standing next to the bed and she knelt before him and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Daddy, I want to suck your cock,” Erin said, her voice deliberately girly. She looked up at James, bobbing her head back and forth, making the pigtails flip wildly. “Can I suck your cock daddy?”

“Oh yes baby, you can suck daddy’s cock, you can suck it all you want!” James began to pull his shirt over his head.

“I want to suck your cock, daddy,” Erin said, but this time she was looking directly at the camera. “I’ve wanted to suck it for so long.” She undid James’ belt and pulled the slacks off and then nuzzled her face against his boxer covered midsection.

James looked down and took hold of her pigtails and pulled her face against his bulge, thrusting against her hot mouth that was leaving wet spots on his underwear. Erin pulled his underwear down, gasping at the size of her husband’s penis.

“Oh my, it’s so big daddy! Are you sure I’ll be able to get all of that in me?” As she spoke she was amazed that his cock grew fully erect, standing up completely on its own. Her words were working better than she had imagined!

“Just try baby,” James encouraged her. “Make your daddy feel good!”

With that Erin went to work. She opened her mouth and took the head of her husbands cock in, her tongue making it slippery and wet as she sucked and drooled all over it. She slid her hands down the shaft, working the spit into his veiny shaft, loving the feel of his throbbing cock. Turning her head, she looked directly at the camera as her husband thrust his cock further into her slutty mouth, her body on fire as she imagined her own father watching all of this.

‘Dad would surely love this’, she thought, her pussy spasming at the thought of him stroking his cock to the sight of his daughter blowing her husband and pretending it was him. The longer she thought about it, the more her pussy gushed. James was working his cock into her mouth at a frenzied pace and Erin could feel herself starting to cum as well.

“Do you like it daddy?” Erin said, pulling her face back. She kissed the tip of his cock, teasing him. “Do you like it when your baby girl sucks your big, daddy cock?”

James grunted in the affirmative, trying to push his cock back between her lips, but Erin wouldn’t let him. She could see the throbbing veins on his cock, he was so close to cumming.

“I bet all daddy’s would like it if their daughters were as nice as me, huh?” She waited for an answer, but James couldn’t provide one, he was lost to conscious thought. “Don’t you think it’s a daughter’s duty to take care of their daddies? Don’t you think all girls should suck their daddies cocks?”

“Yes, fuck yes. Suck your father’s cock,” James grunted in frustration.

“Should I suck my father’s cock?” Erin asked, her voice had returned to her normal tone. “Do you think my father would like it if I sucked his cock?”

James was too far gone to comprehend her meaning fully, but the thought must have appealed to him because his cock began to lurch. Erin knew that in a second he would be cumming regardless of what she did. She looked up at him, gripping his cock tightly at the base, almost painfully.

“Oh fuck, yes! Suck your father’s cock!” James howled and then Erin swallowed his cock whole.

She pushed her face all the way down until his pubic hairs were tickling her lips and she felt the head of his cock slide into her throat. Her mouth was so full, but she managed to stroke his cock with her tongue and bobbed up and down just enough so that the head of his cock popped in and out of her throat. Within a second she felt his cock blast her esophagus with his hot seed. As James came inside her, his hot cum shooting straight to her tummy, Erin came as well. Her pussy spasmed and gasped and she felt the sweet cream pouring from her lips like a river. She’d never had an orgasm without touching her pussy before and it was unbelievable!

That night she slept deeply, satisfied in a way that she’d never felt before. Her dreams were filled with visions of her father and her husband, both of them using her mouth for their pleasure. She’d never been opposed to blowjobs, but they’d never been anything particularly special to her. In her sleep the mere fact that she was sucking them was bringing her supreme pleasure. The dreams went on and on and by the time she woke in the morning her tiny little panties were sticky.

After James left for work, Erin couldn’t wait to get the video onto her computer. She watched it three times, rubbing herself to a breathless orgasm the last time, before she attached it to an email and sent it to her dad. She hoped that he would get the hint.

Two days had passed and she’d had no word from her father. She’d spoken with her mother on the telephone in hopes to catch some sign that he had gotten the videos, but nothing. Even a little joke that her father was particularly horny would have been something, but Erin was forced to go without.

On the third day after the blowjob video, Erin sent it to her husband at work. Once again he came home super excited and Erin was there ready to take care of him. This time she set the camera up in the living room so that it showed her sitting at the computer. She was watching the last video and her leg was pulled up on the chair, her pussy exposed as she fingered herself. Moaning “daddy” over and over again she came twice before James opened the front door.

“OH, daddy!” Erin cried in mock surprise. “I wasn’t doing anything bad, daddy!”

James picked up on her cue quickly and dropped his briefcase and jacket on the floor and closed the door.

“Daddy can see what you were doing, young lady!” James crossed to where she was and forced her to stand up and then took her place in the chair. He pulled her forward so that she was laying over his lap. “I’ll show you what bad girls get for doing such dirty things!”

Erin cried out as her husband yanked up her skirt and began to spank her bare ass. She looked up at the camera, trying to make her eyes tell her father that she wished it was him spanking her.

“Are daddies supposed to spank their grown daughters?” Erin cried out exaggeratedly.

“Yes!” James said, his hand coming down again and again. Her cheeks were becoming rosy with the continued discipline.

“Are they supposed to spank their daughters when they aren’t wearing any underwear? I mean, you can see my pussy and everything daddy!”

“Only slutty girls go without underwear,” James answered her and smacked her again. This time he did not pull his hand away though, instead his fingers begin to explore between her cheeks and legs. She felt his probing and her wet, pouty lips were slick with her excitement. “Oh, I see you like this!” James pulled his fingers away and they were wet with her pussy cream.

“I do daddy,” Erin said in her best slutty voice. “I like my daddy spanking me. I like my daddy catching me being dirty and slutty.”

“Maybe I should fuck you, since you like being a slut so much!” James was really into it, Erin thought.

“Oh yes, fuck me daddy!” Erin cried out, looking directly into the camera again.

James pushed her off his lap and began to move her to the couch, but Erin bent over at the desk facing the camera. She pulled her skirt up hurriedly and spread her legs, her rump high in the air. James dropped his pants and they crumpled about his feet as he came up behind her, his cock hard and ready to spear her dripping cunt.

“Now you are going to get your punishment. I will teach you to make such mistakes!”

Erin’s head exploded as he drove into her, but it wasn’t just that he was fucking her, it was the words he had used.

“It wasn’t a mistake! It wasn’t a mistake! I meant to do it!” she said excitedly, once again looking directly at the camera. “I wanted you to see, I wanted you to watch! I want you to do so much more!” Her eyes rolled as James cock hit every aching spot in her pussy, driving her maddened mind closer to the brink of release. “I want you to fuck me daddy! Fuck me daddy, PLEASE!”

Erin’s pussy clamped down on her husbands cock as she came. It milked his shaft as her walls collapsed on his invader, demanding that it give up its load. James threw his head back and growled as his cum was sucked from his cock by his wife’s starving cunt.

James pulled out of her with a loud slurp, their mixed fluids oozing out from her well fucked pussy. He staggered and fell back onto the couch breathing heavily and sweat pouring from his brow. Erin reached up and turned off the camera before she too made her way to the couch and slumped next to him.

The next day Erin was beside herself as she watched the video, certain that if this one didn’t work, then either her father wasn’t getting the videos, or he was never going to get the hint. Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she attached the video to the email and sent it on its merry way. The rest of the day she was a nervous wreck, constantly wondering if she’d made a colossal mistake, but each time she thought of her father watching the videos and what may come of it, her pussy would tingle and drive away the doubts for a little longer.

The whole day passed and not a word from her father. It had been just over a week since he’d been at the house and seen the first videos. The other videos she had sent him had been much hotter she thought and there was clearly a message to her father if he dared to accept it. Could it be that he was scared? Or worse, could he think she was a whore?

That night Erin went to sleep with doubt. She wouldn’t send her father anymore videos. If he didn’t get the hint, then he never would.

The next day she tried to live with the disappointment that her father didn’t want her. She did her chores around the house and played with her daughter. She lay on the couch as Janie napped peacefully in her room when there was a knock at the door. With an exasperated sigh she got up to answer it, ready to tell some salesman “No” when to her surprise her father was standing there.

“Hi daddy,” Erin said, suddenly falling back to her little girl voice. She could tell he was nervous by the way he looked about quickly and he was clenching and unclenching his fists. “Won’t you come in?”

Frank entered the house hurriedly, a small bead of sweat on his forehead, despite the chill of late fall. Erin’s body was alive in a flash, her flesh tingled and she could feel her heart beginning to beat faster and faster. ‘HE CAME!’ her mind screamed.

“Can I offer you some lemonade, daddy?” Erin offered nervously. Suddenly she felt like a schoolgirl on a date who had decided to let her boyfriend go further than they ever had before.

“Y-Yes,” Frank stammered and taking a seat on the couch when she offered him a place to sit.

“I’ll be right back,” Erin said quickly. She raced into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured him a glass out of the fridge. Putting the glass down on the table, she reached under her red cardigan and pulled her bra off and then yanked her black skirt up to slip out of her panties. They were already wet! Adjusting her clothes, she grabbed the glass and returned to the living room.

“Here you go, daddy!” Erin said cheerfully. His eyes widened in surprise and she could tell that he noticed that her breasts were no longer in a bra and her nipples were threatening to poke through the soft material of the sweater. They ached at his gaze, begging to be touched, squeezed and pinched. With each passing second Erin wanted her father more and for him to be rough with her. The spanking of the other night had ignited new passions in her and she needed to be man handled.

Frank drank deeply from the cup, almost finishing it one pull. His tie was wrinkled, like he’d been pulling on it a lot and his shirt was dishevelled. It almost looked as if he’d slept in his clothes.

“Is everything ok?” Erin said sweetly, pressing herself up against him. Her breasts were pushing into his arm and she knew he could feel the heat from her body.

“I think you might have sent me some emails by accident,” Frank said at last. the words sounding hard to get out.

“Oh no,” Erin said, putting her hand to her mouth. “Oh that isn’t good, is it daddy?” She could see the word ‘daddy’ got to him as he swallowed hard. She could feel wetness between her thighs as her cunt continued to heat up. She had him in her web now!

“Well I just wanted to get you alone-” Frank began.

“You wanted to be alone with me?” Her hand slipped up his arm, squeezing him gently until her fingers brushed against his chest. She blinked her eyes innocently at him. His eyes darted down to her chest and she unconsciously pushed her arms together to make her tits squeeze out the top more. “Why would you want to be alone with me?”

“Uh, baby, I just think there might have been some mistake-“.

“Did you watch the videos daddy?” Her voice was still girl like and she let her hand roam freely across his chest now. He nodded when she looked up into his eyes. “Then you heard me say it wasn’t a mistake, right?” Her hand drifted lower across his stomach. Again Frank nodded. “Then you also heard what James said, right?”

Frank looked confused, unable to recall what James had said. Erin smiled slowly, like a predator who knows she has her prey trapped. Her fingers slipped past his waist band and curled around the bulge that was growing before her eyes. Frank gasped and tried half heartedly to remove her hand, but Erin would not be denied. She massaged his crotch, feeling his serpent come alive at her touch.

“James said that a good girl should suck her father’s cock.” At the word ‘cock’ Frank flinched, his eyes were shut tight as his daughter continued to grope him shamelessly. “He said I should suck my father’s cock. You are my father. This,” she squeezed meaningfully, “is your cock. This is the cock I should suck.”

Frank threw his head back and groaned, pushing his hips forward in desire. Erin wasted no time in undoing his belt and pants. She reached in and pulled out his cock, delighting in the heft of his tool. The velvety feel of it in her hand and the awe as it lengthened and thickened as she looked at it was plain on her face. It was an amazing feeling to have a man grow hard in her hand and the fact that it was her father’s was a hundred times better! Her mouth watered as she stroked it slowly, knowing that soon it would be in her mouth.

“I’m going to suck your dick, daddy. I’m going to be a complete slut and suck my father’s cock. If you feel the need to punish me for being so bad, you go right ahead. I could use a good spanking!” With her last word she dropped her head to his lap and pushed the head of his cock past her lips. Her tongue lashed at the head of his cock, tasting the sweet drop of precum that had formed on the tip.

Frank groaned and began thrusting his hips up so that more of him would fill her mouth. His hand slipped from the back of the couch and found his daughter’s sweet ass. He groped her cheeks for a minute and then he inched the skirt up until her bare skin was out in the open. Fondling her with joy, his fingers slipped into her crack and teased her puckered anus. Erin gasped with her mouth full of her daddy’s meat, saliva dripping out of her open mouth to soak his heavy sack.

“Spank me,” she managed to say around his cock. “Spank your slutty girl!” The words came out garbled, but that only made them hotter. Erin moaned as her pussy began to cream steadily as her dad’s hand whistled through the air and smacked her cheek. She worked to get more of him in her mouth and she was pleasantly surprised to see that he was bigger than her husband. She could deepthroat James with some effort, but there was easily two inches left when she thought she’d reached her limit with her father.

“Fuck yes,” Frank moaned, his left hand pushing on the back of her head, trying to work all of himself inside her wet mouth. The sounds of her slurping mixed with her moaning was causing his cock to feel harder than he could remember.

Erin sucked on her father as he spanked her until her ass was bright red. She got up on her knees so that her butt was high in the air and she began to rub her pussy feverishly. Stuffing two fingers into her aching cunt she fucked her hand as she sucked her father’s cock with abandon.

“Oh baby, daddy is going to cum!” Frank announced. He’d taken his hand off her head, but Erin was determined to swallow her father’s spunk. She fucked him with her mouth, using every nasty trick she’d ever learned or saw in porno’s. Frank shoved his hips up and Erin took him as deep as she could, her air was cut off as he began to shoot hot, sticky seed into her throat.

Erin removed her fingers from her dripping cunt and pumped her daddy’s cock, coaxing every drop from his magnificent pussy pleaser. She slurped up every drop he had to offer, swallowing it all with relish. At last his cock softened and she let it slip from her mouth, cleaning up the wetness that had collected at the base.

When he was clean, she lay back on the couch and spread her legs, pulling her skirt up to her waist. Her fingers slid through her puffy, swollen pussy lips and she fucked herself. Through dreamy eyes she watched her father as he watched her bringing herself to orgasm. Her body began to shake as her climax approached.

“Oh daddy, I’m cumming. I’m cumming daddy! Watch me cum, daddy!” Her free hand squeezed her tit tightly, pinching the nipple as her other hand worked like a blur between her spread thighs. The wet sounds of her fingers jack hammering her hungry pussy filled the room. She felt herself squirting, spraying her cunt juice on to the couch and her father’s legs. With a howl she scrunched her eyes tight and felt the crashing waves of release upon her whole body.

For a long time she lay there, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The smell of her pussy filled the room and the taste of her father’s spunk was still strong in her mouth. Erin had never felt more satisfied in her entire life.

After a while she felt her father move. When she opened her eyes he was taking his pants off completely. Erin felt her pussy come alive again as she realized he wasn’t finished with her. She unbuttoned her sweater and pulled it off, her tits suddenly on fire.

“Oh please, daddy. Please fuck me,” Erin begged. She wiggled out of her skirt and lay back on the couch, her legs spread inviting her father to crawl between them with open arms.

Frank removed the last of his clothes and moved between his daughter’s thighs. His cock was jutting out from between his legs, strong, proud and hungry. Erin reached down and took hold of him by the base of his shaft and guided it to her warm center. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open slack as she felt him stretch her open and push inside.

“Oh shit,” Erin groaned. “Oh fuck, daddy, I never knew it could be so good!”

“Oh damn, baby, you are so sweet,” Frank whispered.

He worked himself into her slowly, an inch or so at a time until he was at last buried balls deep in her furnace of a cunt. Father and daughter worked together building a steady rhythm. Her pussy clenched as he tried to pull out and then opened as he invaded further. Her hands raked his back, leaving scratches as she humped up at him, thrusting her hips into him.

The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room. Erin concentrated on the feel of her father in her pussy, never believing that one day he would be fucking her. His hands groped her breasts, fondling her roughly as he worked to find his release.

“Fuck me daddy!” Erin shouted. “Fuck your slutty daughter!”

Her words spurred Frank on and he slammed into her pussy brutally, giving her the kind of punishing fuck she craved. He was a freight train barrelling down on her and she could do nothing but accept her fate, her sweet, delicious fate. She felt his cock expand inside of her and then he was shooting his cum deep inside her well fucked cunt. Her pussy went into a frenzy of spasms, and she could feel her wetness mix with his inside of her.

Erin thought she might have blacked out, because she couldn’t remember father pulling out of her. When she opened her eyes he was sitting next to her, wiping her sweaty forehead down with a cool, damp cloth. In the aftermath she could only smile dumbly, nothing in the world seeming to matter anymore. She giggled each time she thought of what had happened. A nervous, girly laugh.

“I better get cleaned up,” Erin said. “The baby will be up soon.”

“And I need to get going,” Frank admitted. “I think I need to go to the gym.”

“Didn’t you have enough of a work out?” Erin asked, arching her eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, but I think I could use a shower.”

“Me too,” she admitted.

Frank got up and got dressed and Erin felt awkward standing there naked, so she slipped into her skirt and pulled her sweater on. When they were dressed again Frank kissed her on the forehead before moving to the door.

“Cum again tomorrow?” Erin asked as he grabbed the door knob.

“You bet baby,” Frank said with a lascivious smile. “You bet.”