The Perfect Fuck Buddy Ch. 07

Literotic asexstories – The Perfect Fuck Buddy Ch. 07 by majicman21,majicman21 “One Philly Pig and one Grade School Lunch.”

“Thanks, Mack,” Alex said, taking the bag of bagels.

“No coffee for Ariel?”

“Nah, she’s trying to cut back on caffeine.”

“Yeah, me too. Been trying for twenty years.”

Alex grinned.

“Bon appetit.”

“You too,” Alex joked on his way out.

Ariel had already claimed the third table from the door, their usual spot. Someone was standing next to it, chatting with her, tall, lanky, looking about her age.

“Hey Daddy! You remember Danny, right? From high school.”

He eyed the interloper.

“Long time no see,” he said, extending a hand.

Danny shook it sheepishly.

“Well, it was good to see you,” he told Ariel after. “Let me know about the party.”

“It’ll probably be a game time decision. But I’ll text you!”

“Yeah, just let me know. Should be a fun time.”

With a courteous nod to Alex, Danny strode away.

“Party?” Alex asked, taking a seat and handing over her bagel.

“He’s throwing a ‘start of summer vacation’ party at his place. He invited me just now.”

Alex looked over at the departing Danny.

“Is that the kid who had a crush on you?”

“Yep. He still does.”

“Oh yeah?”

“What, you can’t tell? He was so nervous.”

“Are you going to the party?” he asked, keeping his voice neutral despite a sudden curiosity.

“Maybe,” Ariel replied with a playful caginess. “Unless you want me to stay home.”

“Nah, you should go. You’ll have a good time.”

She smiled.

“I can have a good time with you too.”

“Well duh, but you can have a good time at the party and then with me.”

Her smile widened.

“You really don’t mind if I go?”

“Why would I mind?” he asked rhetorically, again keeping his voice neutral.

“I’d be going to his place with a bunch of people I either don’t know or haven’t seen in ages. Plus he has a massive crush on me. Maybe he’ll make a move.”

He’d better fucking not.

The thought sprung up unbidden. He shifted in embarrassed surprise.

“It’s your decision, Ariel. I trust you.”

He unwrapped his bagel, feeling her eyes on him.

“Okay. Then I’ll go.”

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Headlights spilled through the living room windows.

A few seconds later, the door swung open, and Ariel bounded inside.

“Hi Daddy!” she squealed, kicking off her shoes and tossing her denim jacket in the direction of the nearby coat rack, missing one of the hooks entirely, the jacket fluttering to the floor.

“How much did you have to drink?” he asked.

“Only a little,” she giggled, stumbling slightly towards him and climbing into his lap.

He took her by the hips to help steady her.

The headlights slid away, the beams moving across the ceiling, illuminating her flushed face as she leaned down to kiss him. He felt her skirt ride up, and let a hand move to her thigh, tracing idly over her skin.

She pulled away, clambered to her feet, and hurried to the stairs.

“Gotta pee, be right back!”

“Take your time!” he called, shaking his head in bemusement.

Once she was upstairs, he stood, and padded into the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

Seems like she had a great time.

Scenes from the party played unbidden in his imagination, his daughter surrounded by young, suitably not-related-to-her men, flirting, dancing, drinking.

It would only be normal, he told himself.

A strange feeling swooped in his stomach, however, those imaginary scenes bringing on a discomfort of sorts, tinged with a protectiveness of the imaginary Ariel.

And it’s only normal for a father to be protective of his daughter in a situation where she could potentially be taken advantage of.

The words rang hollow.

Yeah, a wry voice spoke up. That’s why you’re feeling protective. Sure…

He ignored the voice and went back into the living room. The real Ariel bounded downstairs.

“Drink,” he told her, handing over the glass of water.

She happily accepted, draining half, and then handed it over so she could return to his lap, arranging herself comfortably.

“Did you have a good time?” he asked her.

“Yeah, it was cool! Saw some people I hadn’t seen in a while.”

“That’s nice.”

She smirked slightly.

“Danny didn’t make a move on me, if you were wondering.”

Damn right he didn’t.

He did his best to keep his voice neutral.

“I wasn’t, but that’s nice to know, I guess.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?”

“I would’ve understood if he had. It also wouldn’t have surprised me if he had invited you and then was like, ‘oh look, no one else is at the party because I forgot to invite them or whatever, and now it’s just the two of us’.”

She giggled.

“Is that what you would’ve done?”

“No, but I know guys who’ve done similar stuff.”

“Did you ever do that stuff with Mom?”

“Oh no, I was all above-board with her. She was the tricky one, just like you.”

She adopted a dramatically offended look, a hand going to her heart.

“Tricky? How dare you, Daddy, I’m all above-board too!”

“Oh right, how could I ever call you tricky?”

She giggled again and leaned in for a kiss. He let a hand return to her thigh, sneaking it under her skirt, quickly finding her panties.

A purr spilled from her at that deft touch.

She broke the kiss, and slid off his lap, ending up on all fours on the couch.

“C’mon,” she teased, wiggling her hips.

He laughed, peeling her skirt up, revealing her panties. His fingers curled into the waistband, and tugged them down.

Well then…

“A butt plug?” he asked, taking a careful hold of the base.

“Mm-hmmm…”

“You had this inside you at the party?”

She nodded, peeking over her shoulder, a mischievous look plastered across her flushed face.

“I felt so naughty. Kept thinking about what we might do when I got home…”

His cock strained in his briefs.

“When did you get a butt plug?” he asked, slowly pulling the base back.

She moaned, shuddering at the sensation.

“I…went to Tryst…while you were food shopping…”

“Ah, so that’s where you went,” he murmured, remembering her brief absence at the supermarket.

The toy slipped out, her asshole clutching at air. His cock strained again at the sight.

“Please, Daddy…”

He set the plug on the table, and spread her cheeks to get a better look in between them. Her hips continued to wiggle, her pussy gleaming with abundant wetness, her asshole clutching again.

“Have you ever done anal before?”

She shook her head.

“I’ve…wanted to try it for a while…but only with someone I really trust.”

He nodded in approval, a not-insignificant amount of pride blooming in his chest.

She’s choosing to share this with me first.

“Did you and Mom ever do anal?”

“Oh yeah. She loved it.”

“Will you fuck me like you fucked her?”

His cock strained again, but he marshaled some patience.

“Of course, honey.”

She purred, a hand sneaking in between her legs to her pussy.

“But not right now.”

She peeked back at him, pouting.

“Why not?”

“This is your first time doing this. We should savor it. Not go too fast, you know?”

Her pout softened.

“So, wear the plug tomorrow for a little bit, and Monday during the day too. Get more accustomed to it.”

The hand in between her legs caressed along her slit.

“And then Monday night, after we’re both home from work, I’ll fuck your ass. Sound good?”

Another purr spilled from her, the pout replaced by a sultry smile.

“Sounds wonderful…”

He dragged his briefs down, his cock popping free, aimed straight at her sex.

“For now, I’ll take your pussy.”

He lined himself up to that inviting target, and swung his hips forward.

“Fuck yes, Daddy!”

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Ariel shifted in her chair, the plug shifting along with her, her pussy twitching in response, adding to the slickness in her panties. The last three days had seen her constantly wet and considerably hornier while plugged.

Not that I’m complaining.

The party on Saturday had been easy enough to get through, thanks to the thrill from secretly having the plug in, the unfamiliar feeling no barrier to delight. The hours she had spent plugged yesterday had also been easy enough to get through, since she had spent it at home with her daddy, who was always willing to satisfy her needs.

Today, however, she had decided to plug up before work. The drive in had been a blur, but once she had settled in at the café, time had seemed to slow. She did her best to stop from squirming too much but could not help the occasional round of fidgeting.

“Earth to Ariel?” Alana spoke up, waving a hand in front of her face.

She started in surprise, the plug shifting again at the movement.

“Sorry, I was a little distracted…”

“You’ve been distracted since you got here,” Sebastian spoke up.

“Yeah, and you’re all blush-y and fidget-y. Are you thinking about a boy?”

She blushed hotter.

“More a man than a boy, but…yes.”

“Is it the same guy who leaves those hickeys?” Sebastian asked, gesturing at her neck.

She nodded, fighting back a giggle at the interest in their eyes.

“Ooh, you little slut!” Alana crowed.

“I’m going to see him after this.”

“Ah, so you’ve been daydreaming of dick,” Sebastian murmured. “I’ve been there.”

“You’re there every day,” Alana told him dismissively.

“Every hour, if I’m being honest. Just so many dicks to daydream about.”

“Wait,” Alana continued, leaning forward conspiratorially towards Ariel, “are you two just having fun or is it like, serious?”

Sebastian leaned forward too.

“Oh, I really like him, but we haven’t put any labels on it or anything.”

Besides daddy and daughter.

“Keeping it casual, I respect that,” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, it’s better to just have fun for a while,” Alana agreed.

Ariel nodded.

I wouldn’t call it a fling but it’s definitely fun.

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Ariel pulled into the driveway. Her panties were soaked, her nipples achingly hard, some sweat built up on her forehead. She parked, glancing at the house windows, seeing light.

He’s already home.

She got out and headed for the front door, the plug shifting. The keys felt heavy in her fumbling hands, but she managed to open the door and slip inside, her heart beating faster from excitement.

Her daddy was already rising from the couch. She kicked off her shoes, feeling the plug shift again.

“Shower,” he directed impatiently.

She took off her clothes on the way. Her t-shirt was thrown over the banister, her bra discarded at the landing, her shorts clumsily and hurriedly discarded as a puddle on the hallway carpet. The plug shifted constantly, sending her arousal higher. Her panties were the last to go, stripped off just inside the bathroom, a splash of pink on the cream-colored rug. She reached back and took out the plug, setting it on the sink. Her asshole clutched around emptiness.

Her daddy, obviously taking his time, came in while she was testing the shower temperature. She grinned at him, her eyes sliding to his cock, the surging shaft ready for action. His eyes matched hers in admiring her nakedness, roaming along those exposed curves.

She stepped into the shower first, and turned to meet him. Their mouths collided, her breasts pressing into his chest, his hands squeezing at her hips, her hands in turn sneaking down to stroke his cock.

He broke the kiss and turned her around. She let him guide her forward until she was against the shower wall, her ass on display, a little wiggle of her hips making it bounce for his viewing pleasure. Her asshole clutched at emptiness again.

“Don’t move,” he told her, slipping away to the shower caddy.

She watched him gather up soap and a washcloth, and then come back to her, this time sinking out of sight. Silence fell for a few long seconds besides the streaming water. Her body ached for his attention but she stayed still.

His hands took her ass cheeks, that touch drawing a moan from her, and spread them.

Something soft and slick rubbed at her asshole. She moaned again, her hips hitching mindlessly.

“Don’t move.”

“Sorry,” she said, steeling herself against the urge to squirm.

The rubbing resumed, circling her asshole, quickly leaving it slippery and wet. She managed to stay mostly still, her pussy utterly drenched, her stiff nipples scraping against the shower wall.

After a few more passes along her asshole, the soaped-up washcloth pressed into it, directed by his fingers. Her body gave way readily. The washcloth eased deeper, a sensuous intrusion that added yet more to her arousal.

“Good girl, keep staying still for Daddy.”

The washcloth began to rotate slowly, pushing at the same time, adding more soap to the area.

He was thorough and careful, working the washcloth deeper, steadily stretching her out. A kiss landed on one of her cheeks, and then the other.

“Ass-kisser,” she teased.

He laughed, keeping the washcloth moving, sliding it back, easing it forward, rotating it slowly.

The washcloth soon slipped out, its job well done. He stood, coming into her line of sight, and grabbed the detachable shower head. The spray of water hit her lower back first before trailing down. He ducked out of view again, spreading her cheeks to let the spray hit between them, washing away the soapiness. The rush of water in that sensitive spot made her shiver.

The spray aimed straight at her asshole next. She started in surprise, the water swirling through into her insides, a much different intrusion than either the plug or the washcloth. The spray continued, sending soapy water down her thighs. The urge to squirm was ever-present but she kept herself mostly still. He kept the spray aimed at her backside, washing off the soap.

“All done,” he finally spoke up, standing up to reattach the shower head.

“So fresh and so clean,” she joked, moving off the wall.

“Not so fast,” he said, gesturing for her to return to her previous position.

She plastered herself to the wall, her breasts squished again against the cool tiles.

He sank out of sight. His assertive grip returned.

A wet, wriggly warmth pressed at her asshole.

“Daddy!” she squealed, starting in surprise again, peeking over her shoulder.

His tongue swiped up and down, and his grip grew firmer.

“So naughty…”

His tongue circled her asshole, and then slipped through into her insides, another brand new sensation for her.

One of his hands snuck around to her sex. She bucked her hips, caught between his fingers and his tongue. A slap came at one of her cheeks, a pointed reminder to stay still.

“Sorry,” she whimpered, her voice wavering from the combined stimulation.

His only response was a satisfied murmur. He continued to coordinate, delving deeper, tasting more of her, rubbing at her slit, gathering up plentiful juices. The pleasure rose, her body humming from the attention. Sharing such lust with him as always conjured wicked thrills, these ones more potent from the novelty of this experience, having his tongue wriggling inside her asshole, testing the heretofore unexplored part of her. His fingers were proverbial cherries on top, adding a more familiar sensation.

He slipped deeper, face first in between her cheeks, his slurping keeping her blush hot. The wall provided a solid anchor for her to rest against, its coolness a delicious contrast to that blush and the steam wreathing around her. The pleasure rose higher, close to climax.

“I’m gonna cum…”

The fingers left her slit, triggering another whimper, this one of disappointment. His tongue thankfully did not stop wriggling.

The disappointment increased seconds later, however, when his tongue slipped out of her. She whimpered again, glancing over her shoulder.

“All done,” he told her, coming into view, smiling in amusement at her desperation.

His arms wrapped around her. She purred, feeling his stiff cock rub up on her.

“How was that?” he asked, kissing at her shoulder.

“Wonderful…”

His mouth trailed towards hers. She met it without hesitation. A shiver cascaded along her.

I’m making out with Daddy after his tongue’s been in my ass.

She could not help but think of Alana and Sebastian, imagining what their reaction might be to the truth of her mysterious lover. Their scandalized faces came into her mind’s eye.

Would it shut them up out of shock or would they just ask more questions?

Her daddy broke the kiss, interrupting her train of thought, and stepped away to turn off the water.

The duo was soon in the bedroom, wearing the matching monogrammed robes she had recently bought for them, father on top of daughter. Her robe opened slowly, gradually, at first from her squirming and then guided by his hands to fully reveal her breasts and pussy. His mouth found the former, peppering the pert swells with a hungry affection, while his fingers landed on the latter, caressing the slick folds. She spread her legs wider. His mouth latched on a nipple. The pleasure rose once again.

His cock throbbed on her thigh, beads of pre-cum smearing over the trembling flesh. One of her hands snuck down to wrap around the shaft. He sucked harder, rubbing at her sex, the free-flowing juices threading around his fingers.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly, an orgasm approaching.

The plea fell on deaf ears.

“No fair, Daddy…”

He forestalled more plaintive mewls by offering his cream-coated fingers. She wrapped her lips around them, shuddering at the light muskiness she found.

“Better?” he asked, smirking at her enthusiasm.

She smirked back, giving his fingers a few more licks.

“It’d be better if you made me cum.”

“Be patient.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“You’re at least going to have to give me a minute,” he told her, reaching down to take the rest of the robe off her.

The deft maneuvers revealed the rest of her nakedness. His eyes trailed along her curves, that gaze making her squirm. He took her by the hips and guided her onto her stomach, the robe between her and the bed.

“Has it been a minute yet?” she teased.

“What did I say about being patient?”

He grabbed his pillow, shaking his head in bemusement, and gestured for her to lift her hips to let him slide it under the robe.

“Comfy?”

She nodded, the slight elevation keeping her hips up off the mattress.

The bed shifted. His footfalls brought him to the dresser. She glanced over her shoulder, trying her best to catch a glimpse of him.

“Clock’s ticking, Daddy. Get the lead out.”

He laughed, his footfalls returning to the bed.

“What, you have somewhere to be?”

The bed shifted again, and he sidled up behind her, a hand landing on her ass. She purred, wiggling her hips.

A small pop rang out.

“Just going to lube up. And then we’ll be good to go.”

A image sprung up in her mind’s eye of him smearing a glistening slickness along his length. The anticipation built after a few more seconds.

“Spread your cheeks,” he finally spoke up.

She obeyed eagerly, letting her fingers pry them apart.

A cold wetness splattered in between them. She yelped, jerking in surprise. His hands joined hers, kneading thoroughly, working the lube all around. The yelp turned into another purr but then spiked into another yelp after a spank.

“Alright, keep ’em spread.”

She bit her lip, unable to see his cock approaching her asshole, but easily imagining the obscene sight, the straining shaft dwarfing the crinkled entrance.

The head pressed there, a strange sensation that nevertheless triggered a moan.

“Hold on, I have to go take care of something,” he said suddenly, the head moving away.

“Daddy!” she squealed in indignation, quickly looking over her shoulder.

He laughed, but she grumbled at his joke, at least until the head returned.

Steady pressure popped it inside her. His careful advance brought the first inch in as well. Her pussy twitched, the juices sticking all over, adding to the dampness on her robe. The slickness all around the area helped him push deeper, carving a path through her belly. She squirmed, listening to his ragged breathing. The halting exhalations clued her in to the lust surging inside him.

The two of them had fucked in some form daily over the past few weeks. Her appetite was formidable, his cock, mouth, and fingers in frequent demand, but he was more than able to match that appetite with the willingness and wherewithal to sate it.

All the experience with Mom, probably. Like mother, like daughter.

But even after the changes in their relationship, after all the couch blowjobs, steamy showers, and early morning creampies, among other incestuous shenanigans, his paternal care for her had not waned, aside from his understanding that she could weather whatever sort of vigorousness or depravity he wished to unleash.

He moved slowly, carefully, easing through her asshole. She knew his lust was roiling beneath the surface, kept at bay by that care.

You could pin me down and take me hard and I’d love it so much. But I know you want to go easy on me, at least for this first time.

His cock was almost halfway inside her, a wonderful intrusion, a solid warmth invading her core. Along with that delightful sensation came the rush of submitting to him.

“How’s it feel?” he asked, his voice unsteady.

“So good,” she murmured, letting her hands slip from her ass cheeks to take fistfuls of the sheets.

He pushed firmer, sending another inch into her.

“How’s it feel for you, Daddy?”

“It feels amazing, honey…you feel amazing…”

The words were husky growls, full of pent-up desire.

As much as he wanted to hold back, at least temporarily, she wanted him to cut loose.

And I know how to get what I want. I always have.

“You don’t have to hold back. I can take it like Mom did.”

His cock throbbed.

“Please…let me be a good girl for you, a good slut…”

There was no need to dramatize her words for effect, since they were equal parts manipulation and truth.

“Please…I can take whatever you want to give me…”

He kept up the push inside her, doing his best to ignore her. His hands moved, one landing atop one of hers, pinning it down, the other taking her by the shoulder. She shivered with excitement, enjoying how his hands felt on her.

Another inch slotted through her asshole.

“Almost…” she heard him mutter.

Her free hand snuck to her asshole, tracing it, following as well around the last inch or so remaining outside it. That touch drew a groan from him. She sent her hand further down to his balls, caressing them.

“Move your hand,” he said gruffly.

“Move it for me.”

The hand at her shoulder moved suddenly, snagging her hand by the wrist and dragging it out from in between their bodies. His fingers curled over hers, pressing her hand to the mattress, and just like that, she was pinned down, her daddy securely atop her. She moaned at his assertiveness, and then moaned again when he gave one more firm push, fitting the final inch through her asshole. His length throbbed in her belly. More juices flowed from her neglected sex.

“You can fuck me…however you want,” she spoke up. “I can take it…I want to take it.”

C’mon…let loose…you know you want to…

He gave her no answer nor sign of acknowledgment.

His cock started to slide back. She let her asshole clutch around it, drawing another groan from him.

But he did not move with any urgency, despite his ragged breathing and straining shaft.

The retreat stopped with just the head of his length inside her.

She whined, squirming slightly.

“You’re going to go even slower now, aren’t you?”

“Don’t move,” he told her, ignoring her question.

His hands lifted off hers. She kept them on the bed.

A squirting sound followed, and a cold wetness splattered in between her cheeks. She started in surprise, realizing after another second that he was adding more lube to the proceedings. The wetness dribbled sluggishly around his length.

His hands moved to her shoulders, using the dual grip as leverage with which to start pushing deeper, squishing through her tender insides.

“Your dick feels so good,” she purred breathlessly.

There was again no answer nor acknowledgment.

C’mon, Daddy…

The advance was easier this time, her asshole giving way readily, allowing inch after inch to glide towards her core. Moans spilled from her in droves, the pleasure rising slowly, keyed by the sheer thrill of taking him deep. His hips pressed on hers, bringing his body further atop hers, that simple yet meaningful contact adding to the thrill.

Soon enough, he was buried to the base. His fingers flexed around her shoulders, his ragged breathing loud in her ears, his cock throbbing in her belly, an unmistakable presence, leaving her unable to focus on much else besides it.

He still did not move with any urgency. His hips stayed in place, keeping him buried. She reached back to run her fingers along his thighs, feeling the muscles there shift to his minute movements.

His arms wrapped around her then and brought her against his chest. She melted into his embrace, tilting her head back. His mouth found hers.

One of his hands slid along her collarbone to her breasts, teasing the soft swells and the stiff nipples. She shuddered, her back arching. His other hand slid down as well, but bypassed her breasts, darting towards her sex. Two fingers landed on her clit.

She squealed into the kiss, her pleasure skyrocketing from the combined stimulation, her nerves humming with delight. He let his mouth come off hers, and dragged it over her neck, marking the olive swath with saliva. His fingers circled atop her clit. The hand at her breasts groped, the teasing turning assertive.

Her neediness rose with the pleasure. She wound her hips onto his cock.

“Please, Daddy…”

He sucked at her neck, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin.

“Please let me cum…”

His fingers rubbed steadily, drowning in her sticky juices. The pleasure neared climax.

“I wanna cum for you…”

He growled around his mouthful, squeezing harder at her breast, the discomfort bleeding into the delight.

“Please…”

She came a few seconds after that desperate appeal. A wavering cry filled the room. His fingers left her clit, his arm wrapping around her again.

The cry dwindled into gasps. The ecstasy was thorough, running its course all over her. He held her close, still sucking at her neck.

Gimme more hickeys, she thought idly, the ecstasy giving way to afterglow. I love when my friends ask me about them. Makes me feel so naughty.

She sometimes felt a bit of guilt about lying to them, but she knew the truth would be understandably received very poorly. And besides, it was fun to find half-truths to their questions, a little game she played, crafting answers that were technically not lies.

“Does your dad know about this mystery man?” Sebastian had asked her at one point.

“Yeah, he’s had to have noticed the hickeys by now,” Alana had added.

She had only smiled and shrugged.

“He knows what he needs to know.”

Bingo, not a lie!

His hips swung back, interrupting her thoughts, his cock quickly popping free. She did not complain, fresh off the orgasm and afterglow, but her asshole clutched, bereft of any sort of penetration. He guided her onto her stomach, taking a few seconds to rearrange the robe and the pillow.

Another squirting sound heralded more lube. She purred, imagining him stroking his cock, adding another coat of slickness.

The cold splatters came next, but she was ready for them. He massaged the lube into her skin, taking care to prepare her for more depravity.

God, I hope you fuck me hard now…

The head of his length slotted between her cheeks. He took a firm hold of her shoulder.

His cock sunk into her with little resistance. She moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. His hips pushed steadily, a slight impatience noticeable compared to the previous times. A dull ache sprung up in her core. He put his other hand on her other shoulder for more leverage, using it to slide all the way inside her, filling her to the brim, fitting perfectly into her belly.

“Fuck yes…”

She smiled at the surging desire in his voice.

Time to bring it home.

“Does my ass feel good? Is it nice and tight wrapped around your dick?”

He groaned wordlessly.

“It’s all yours, Daddy, all yours…”

His hips hitched forward, grinding his cock into her. The dull ache grew stronger. Her eyes fluttered, her tongue licking over her lips.

“Fuck me hard, like you fucked Mom, please, I need what she had…”

Once again, the words were equal parts manipulation and truth.

“I need it…please…I need you…”

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Goddamn it, Ariel…

Alex had learned over the past few weeks that his daughter was willing to take whatever he wanted to offer in the way of lustfulness. Whether quick and frantic, slow and steady, or anything in between, there was nothing that could quite shake her enthusiasm.

But there was also nothing as of yet that could shake his paternal affection for her, even if it tended to manifest itself in different ways these days. A weaker man might have viewed her with less respect after the amount of times she had readily submitted to his advances. Even at her most eager and his most lustful, there was still care in his handling of her.

Given that this was a new experience for her, he was doing his absolute best to keep his raging desires at bay. From the jump, he had wanted to pin her down and take her hard, the same way he had frequently done to Carmen. It had become a usual instinct these days, a development he had largely ignored due to the thrills that always followed from heeding that instinct.

But I knew I wouldn’t last long if I just fucked her hard right away, and I didn’t want to rush this. She deserves to have a memorable and drawn-out first time with anal.

His restraint was flagging, however, and her teasing, pleading words did not help. She had learned from an early age how best to manipulate him to get what she wanted. These days, those manipulations often took on a sexual flavor.

You’re many things, Ariel, but subtle isn’t usually one of them.

“I can take it, I can be a good slut…”

Alex had also learned long ago how to sniff out those manipulations, and had adapted even to her recent methods. But like any doting father, sometimes he could not help but give her what she wanted, especially when it was essentially the same as what he wanted.

He grabbed her wrists, and tugged her arms back, quickly immobilizing her.

“Daddy!”

His cock throbbed. He glanced at her broken-in asshole, taking a hearty amount of pride in how it stretched around him.

The only way Danny or any of those douchebags at his party would see this is if I let them watch me fuck her.

The thought was stealthy and sudden. If not for the lust gripping him, he might have taken a moment to unpack its implications.

But her asshole clutched, easily winning his attention.

He pulled his hips back, revealing his glistening cock, and thrust forward, spearing it deep. The force shook her body, leaving her ass bouncing. She moaned, rendered helpless, her upper half suspended off the bed.

He started up a consistent, insistent rhythm. Her asshole clutched again, smothering his shaft with a warm, tight embrace. Soft slaps sounded from his balls whacking against her sex, the sacks coated with her cream after a few thrusts.

“Daddy…”

He growled at the meekness in her mewl. His pace increased. She squealed, happily absorbing his efforts, her curves rippling and jiggling.

“This is what you wanted?” he asked gruffly.

“Mmm, what I wanted, what I needed, don’t stop…”

His cock throbbed dangerously, the pleasure roaring all-too-soon towards a crescendo.

You’re not the only one who can tease.

He stopped the thrusts, and let go of her wrists.

She tumbled forward, landing in a heap before she could catch herself, grunting from the impact against the mattress. The fall dragged her off his cock, the length out in the open, gleaming with lube and pre-cum.

There was just enough time for her to whine desperately before he clambered atop her. The whine became a moan. He put his hands atop hers, pinning them down, and let his cock rest in the cleft between her ass cheeks, a firm presence he knew would drive her crazy.

“You want me back inside you?” he asked, nuzzling at her neck.

“Yes, Daddy, please…”

“You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Please…”

“Tell me how bad you need it.”

“So bad…I need you to fuck me hard, make my ass yours, please…I need to feel it how Mom felt it, I need to be treated like you treated her, I can take it…”

“You sure you can take it?”

She nodded, breathing raggedly, her face flushed.

“I don’t know, you might be too loud.”

“I don’t care who hears…’

“You don’t think the neighbors would wonder about you screaming ‘Daddy, don’t stop fucking my ass’?”

“Fuck ’em, I don’t care!”

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Daddy!”

He laughed, kissing her upper back.

“Please…”

“Oh, what, you can tease me but I can’t tease you?”

“You can do whatever you want to me, you know that…”

He reached down between them and guided his cock to her asshole. The head slipped into place. A firm thrust sank the first few inches into her.

“Fuck yes!”

Her cry of delight was matched by his groan of satisfaction.

A second thrust, and he was balls-deep inside his daughter’s ass. She squirmed, her legs kicking, a soft grunt spilling from her.

“Please…don’t hold back…”

He pumped vigorously, his balls slapping wetly against her drenched slit. The bed creaked, rocked by his thrusts along with her curves. More soft grunts spilled from her at each impact into her figure.

His pleasure soared higher. He added more force to his efforts, his restraint crumbling, his muscles tensing, his sweat trickling onto her. In between her grunts were strained, halting words.

“Please…don’t…stop…love…it…love…you…Daddy…”

He took a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back, her resultant squeal sending a shiver over him.

“I’m close, honey. Won’t last much longer.”

“Please…cum inside me…”

“Oh, you want me to cum inside you?”

“Mm-hmmm…wanna go to sleep with your load in my belly…”

His cock throbbed dangerously, repeatedly driven to the base inside her, that stretched asshole clutching, hoping to keep him buried. The pleasure surged towards orgasm.

He gave her one, two, three, four more thrusts, and then settled deep, feeling her squirm underneath him.

The orgasm struck. He claimed a mouthful of her neck, sucking hungrily, still holding onto her hair. Sweet, wondrous release came with the heated spurts firing into his daughter’s insides, spraying down that until-recently untouched space. She jerked, the spasmodic reaction quickly calming.

“Ooh, that’s so good, Daddy, fucking fill me up…”

He pressed his hips down to ensure every drop reached as deep as possible. Her murmur became a gasp, her body pinned to the mattress, leaving her helpless, a predicament he was well aware she was happy to be caught in.

Even after the last spurts settled inside her, and his ecstasy transitioned to afterglow, he did not move, enjoying this closeness with her, taking advantage of his position to grope her breasts, the lush swells smushed against her robe. The unlikely lovers unwound slowly, her breathing growing steadier, shifting into a contented purring.

After a few more gropes, he lifted himself off her, letting his softening cock slip back. Her asshole clutched at his retreat, not quite sated. He watched his length pop free, and drank in the obscene sight of that well-fucked asshole struggling to close up. The lush cheeks framing it jiggled and trembled to her squirming.

I’m a terrible father, he thought wryly, squeezing one of those cheeks.

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Ariel sighed, appreciating the way he kneaded her ass cheeks. A peek over her shoulder showed his eyes fixed on the stretched hole in between them. She could feel the results of his handiwork, that hole raw and tender, the dull ache from before throbbing in the pit of her stomach.

“You like the view?” she teased.

“Of course. I should sell tickets to it, it’s so amazing.”

She giggled.

“You’d let your own daughter be ogled by a bunch of strangers?”

You got jealous over Danny and he didn’t even make a move on me.

“On second thought, no, I wouldn’t.”

“Good. Because it should just be all for you.”

“Damn right.”

She giggled again.

“Now can you go get the butt plug? I don’t want to waste a single drop.”

“Oh right…”

The bed shifted as he raced to the bathroom.

She stretched out on the bed, making sure to keep her hips elevated and her asshole clenched, all the better to keep her daddy’s cum inside her.

Footfalls came back into the bedroom, heading to the dresser.

“Just going to grab a pair of panties.”

“Hurry up…”

He laughed, quickly climbing onto the bed.

“Spread your cheeks then.”

The plug met her asshole, and pushed through, squishing into place. She shivered, utterly delighted to know his cum was now trapped in her belly, much like she had been trapped underneath him.

He gave her bare ass one more squeeze before helping her slip on the panties.

“Better now?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He eased the pillow and the robe out from underneath her.

“Be right back.”

The brief silence that fell after he left was broken up by a gurgling in her stomach. She sighed again, her body tired and overstimulated. Slowly, lazily, the plug shifting to her movements, she dragged herself up to her pillows, and plopped her head onto them. A hand drifted to her midriff, fingers tracing over it, imagining the load of seed sloshing inside, warm and gooey.

God…just wearing the plug was distracting enough by itself. Combine it with Daddy’s cum, and I don’t think I’d be able to get anything done.

Footfalls soon came back into the room.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, sliding into bed and sidling up behind her.

She nuzzled back at him.

“Wonderful…that was so much fun…thank you…”

“I should be thanking you.”

She giggled.

“Thanks for getting up in my guts.”

He laughed.

“You make it sound so romantic.”

Her stomach gurgled again.

“I’m hungry too,” he said. “How about Italian Stallion?”

“Ooh! Yes please.”

“The usual?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Alright.”

She closed her eyes, feeling tiredness join her hunger.

“If I fall asleep, wake me when the food gets here.”