Carrying Daddy’s babies by exyKyra_

Carrying Daddy’s babies by exyKyra_

Discover a steamy tale in “Carrying Daddy’s Babies” by exyKyra_ that pushes boundaries and explores forbidden desires. Dive into a world where passion and temptation intertwine in ways you’ve never imagined. Get ready for an electrifying journey that will leave you breathless!

I do not condone real rape or real incest. This is all just a fantasy made up for the enjoyment of readers! DO NOT ACTUALLY DO THIS IN REAL LIFE!

My life was as normal as any other classic teenage girls.

Straight A’s in class.

A cute boyfriend.

Lots of friends.

Cheerleading for the school.

And a shit ton of parties.

I was, not to be cocky, one of the prettiest girls in my grade. With sleek blonde hair, blue eyes, slim waste, an ass boys and men drooled over, and tits that spilled from the 36D pink lace bra I had bought on a shopping trip with my girlfriends.

I got most of my looks from my mother. Who, curse the heavens and hope she goes to hell, abandoned me, my older sister, and father when I was 9 and my older sister 11. Some rich mother-fucker wooed her into his bed and she took off. We still got to see her occasionally but visits started becoming less as the years went by. My father, a handsome man, about 6’4″, brown hair, sunkissed skin, a great bod, and soft green eyes, had suffered a lot from the separation. Having to provide for two girls right as they got into their teens took a lot out on him. My older sister was rebellious most of her teen years living with us, often wearing super revealing clothes and flipping my father off whenever he said anything about her constantly partying and drinking while well under the age. I knew my dad loved her but when she moved out a huge weight seemed to be slowly lifting off him. Especially once I began to prove over and over again what a good daughter I was.

Our home life together was simple. Due to my older sister he was a lot more lax with clothing so often times I would just jump out of bed, throw a robe on over my undergarments, head downstairs, and make us breakfast in the mornings. He’d join me once he finished his morning workout routines. That was one of my favorite times with my father.

My girlfriends hadn’t been subtle about how hot my father was. When we had started highschool I had had a slumber party and in the midst of all the fun all of them had started talking about how hot it would be to sleep with him. They all wondered what his hands around their waists would feel, and how being picked up by him would be like.

From then on I viewed my father differently. So when he came into the house from the garage and his workouts, I couldn’t help but oogle him like a bitch in heat.

Privately I’d masturbated to the thought of him shoving himself inside me too many times to count. Cumming to the thought of him filling me full. I’d delved into daddy daughter porn and had several of my favorite videos downloaded on my laptop. Ready for when I had enough privacy to pull out my well loved vibe and dildo. Recently several members of sites I haunted had encouraged me to start wearing lingerie under my bathrobes, even going as far as to let the robes slip up once and awhile while around him. This had encouraged me to start wearing shorter and shorter shorts, and deep and deeper plunge-lines around home.

I still remember the first time he commented on my diminishing modesty.

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Dad cleared his throat right as I was about to walk out the door on my way to school. I’d been wearing booty shorts from my last mall trip, and a tank that was just short enough my smooth belly would peak out under a sheer crop top long sleeve piece.

“Honey, should you really be wearing that to school?” I glance over at him and saw his eyes rove my body.

Smiling I jutted my hip out and put my hand on it. “Why not daddy? My girlfriends wear stuff like this every day. The teachers don’t mind. Plus its really hot outside lately.”

I could see him have a mental battle with himself as his eyes landed on the fully exposed plunge of the tank. Paired with my white pushup bra, it made my cleavage stand out prominently. Still smiling I glanced down at his lap where I could see a tent forming inside his sports shorts.

A good minute had passed of him just staring when I cleared my throat. His eyes shot up to my face finally and I quirked my eyebrow at him.

“Sorry honey. Of course, go ahead and go or your going to be late for the bus.” He mumbled out quickly. Avoiding his eyes and trying to casually shift so the tent in his pants was hidden from me.

“Alright daddy. I’ll see you after school!” I blew him a kiss and left the house grinning.

~~~

From then on he stopped commenting on my attire. Occasionally I’d catch him eyeing me up and down, the tent in his pants growing once and awhile. But he never bent me over the nearest furniture and forced himself inside me like I wanted him to.

Eventually just playing with myself to the thoughts wasn’t enough and I got a boyfriend. A cute guy named Dillan, a grade above me, and well built due to his time working out and playing on the basketball team; not to mention good in bed.

The first night we had had sex, dad was out of the house working late. I’d crawled ontop of Dillan and teased him with the lapdancing skills I’d been practicing on my own for awhile. After a little he’d finally had enough of my teasing, and just as I had hoped, ripped off my clothing and went to town on me.

For being the quiet kid he knew what he was doing. I could never wring out of him how, but I couldn’t complain. Especially when he’d found out about my taboo fantasy. From then on he’d insisted on letting me indulge. We’d roleplayed various fantasies that I’d had over the years. Each one delicious and addicting to me.

Lately though, we’d had a difficult time getting together. I was finally 18, but he had graduated last year, and between a job, college, and studying, Dillan had difficulty finding time for me. It made me all the hornier.

My fantasies of my father increased 10 fold due to Dillan’s absence and I started wearing less and less around the house. Even going as far as leaving the door open to the bathroom when I showered or bathed when dad was home.

Then finally it happened.

~~~

I woke up that hot summer morning and instead of throwing a bathrobe on, I decided to wear a loose crop top with no bra, and just my panties. Dad had left early for the office due to some issue with his companies finances, so I had the house to myself.

I made myself breakfast and then got in the shower. Putting on the same outfit after I messaged Dillan with a picture of me completely naked and Shaved that I had taken right after. I was horny. I couldn’t help it. I knew I had the house to myself most of the day and wanted to have a cock buried deep inside me.

“Hey daddy! Horny and thinking about your cock rn! Wanna come over?” I captioned the image and sent it.

It was only a few minutes wait before my phone pinged with the response.

“Sorry baby girl. I have some tests coming up soon and planned to study with Allison most of today.”

I groaned. Allison had been a recent addition to Dillans life. Sometimes I wondered if they were fucking with how often he “studied” with her. But I had no proof and didn’t want to confront him for fear that he would react badly.

Not knowing what to do I just sat on the front room couch and turned on some shows. Around lunch time I got up and made myself a sandwhich. While eating my mind wandered. Thinking about the many times I had oogled my fathers sweat sheened abs, watched that tent form in his pants as I bent over or “accidently” ground up against him.

Groaning I finished my food and went upstairs. I still had a few hours before dad would get home. Might as well ‘rub one out’ before he got back.

Seconds into entering my room I threw off all my clothing and plopped on my bed, not bothering to shut the door. I grabbed my laptop and opened up the most recent daddy daughter video I had. In this one, the daddy had tied up his daughter and was punishing her for her bad grades, slapping her cunt and tits.

I settled down and began massaging my clit and pinching my tits. Moaning with the girl as her daddy pinched her nipples, twisting them hard.

“Tell me how much you want daddy to breed you.” The male actor growled at her.

Lost in the fantasy I moan out my response. “P-please breed me daddy! I want your cum inside meee!”

As I watch the daddy in the porn nods in approval and shoves his cock in his baby girls cunt. I respond my shoving my fingers inside me as well. My hips jerking up from the pleasure.

I continue to moan out “oh daddy!” And “Please fuck me!” As I imagine that my fingers are actually my dad’s cock. Thrusting in and out of my fertile cunt, fucking me faster and faster as I approach my orgasm.

Right as I was nearing the edge, begging my fantastical father to cum inside me, I hear a loud thump.

Jolted I look up to my doorway and there was my father, standing stock still in the threshold, a huge tent in his slacks, eyes wide as he watched me.

Our eyes met and his face went red. His eyes flitting between me and the laptop then me again, except his eyes roved over my body.

I just sat there. I never expected this. I was in full freeze mode, not knowing what to do.

All the sudden a feral growl erupted from my fathers lips. Within seconds he was on top of me. His hands pinning mine above my head.

“Daddy! What are you doing!?” I cry out in surprise. Especially when suddenly his lips are on neck, biting it and leaving a mark.

I struggle against him, my logical side knowing that this was indeed wrong and I really shouldn’t give in.

He pushes me to the bed harder. “Stop it!” He growls. I look up into his eyes and at first I don’t recognize him. Some beast had a hold of him. His eyes were feral, full of lust and frustration. He glares down at me. “Do you know how difficult its been to go from having to restrain myself against your older sister, to watching you wear almost nothing around the house.”

I weakly tried to push his hands off my wrists as I responded, “Daddy this is wron- ahh!” I cried out as all the sudden my face burnt. I gasped in more surprise when I realized he’d just slapped me. I sat in shock yet again as he franticly began unbuckling his pants.