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"Daddy, I know it's been a while since we talked. We both said things
we didn't mean."
"I know, sweetheart. We should make up."

It felt strange talking to him on the phone like this. My father and I
had gotten in a huge fight two moths earlier. As usual, he had been
drinking heavily, and lost control. He slapped me that night with what
felt like stunning force, but had only barely caused him to exert
himself. I pulled away quickly, but he had caught hold of my blouse,
in an effort to keep me near him, and it ripped open, exposing my left
breast. I was utterly shocked and humiliated but I just stood there,
frozen for a minute, as he leered at me. I swear he even licked his
lips and briefly touched the bulge in his pants. Perhaps the reality
of what had happened (he had ripped his daughter's blouse open,
exposing her naked tit!) caught up with him, because he turned
abruptly away and went into his den--his lair--most probably to drink
himself into a stupor and try and forget what happened.
I hadn't forgotten, though. To my shame, I replayed the incident over
and over in my head, feeling faint with excitement when I did. Did my
dad rip my blouse on purpose? Did he *want* to see my tits? He did
touch himself, didn't he? Oh, god. The very thought made a shiver run
though me. Made my nipples stand on end and my pussy throb
involuntarily. I hated myself for thinking about it, for hoping he was
lusting after me, but the idea gave me the most delicious, dirty
feelings. I just couldn't help it.

I decided to go over to his house to talk, maybe set things right
between us. I took extra care to make sure I looked nice. I dressed up
in a cute navy blue dress that fell an inch above my knee and snugly
accentuated my shape, a pretty necklace, and a little pair of wedge
heels. I've always felt like my father judges me a great deal on my
appearance. It always makes me feel extremely proud when he praises my
beauty.

His wife wasn't home, so we had the place to ourselves. He poured me a
glass of wine, which I drank down much too quickly while we chatted
about this or that. I started to feel very warm, so we went out on the
patio with our drinks. (Mine was promptly renewed by my father who has
a much higher tolerance than me).

I was beginning to feel of boozy warmth rush over me. Daddy noticed
that I was "feeling good."

He put his arm behind my back and around my shoulder, pulling me close
to him.  "Let's go into the den," he suggested, and began steering me
toward His room.  He has some comfortable furniture in there, a TV, a
computer, a desk. I finished my glass of wine in one gulp.
He sat me down in a leather la-z-boy and poured me another glass.

"Oh, please, Daddy, stop. You're getting me drunk!" I giggled as I
said it.
My dad chuckled, too.
"Afraid someone might try to take advantage of you?" he asked.

I realized he was standing right over me now. He began stroking my
hair. This and his last comment made me feel weird. But I knew he had
to be joking, didn't he?
The thought that he might NOT be joking sent a thrill through the core
of me. It was a jolt of fear, combined with a depraved need to find
out once and for all if my suspicions were valid. Did this man, my own
father, really want to fuck me?

He sat on the arm of the recliner next to me, putting his hands on my
shoulders. He began to rub, gently at first, but I could feel his eyes
staring down at the vee in my blouse. He was staring at my cleavage.
My own father. He began to rub my shoulders more vigorously.  Uh-oh, I
thought. This is too real. This is wrong.
"Um, dad?"
"You know what I can't out of my head?" he asked, ignoring me. "The
way I got to see your tit the last time you were here." He was
grinning evilly now, and slid his hands from my shoulders to the soft
sides of my breasts.
"Daddy, no!" I yelped and tried to wriggle away. But he held my wrists
with his big strong hands and maneuvered around so he was sitting in
the chair and I was in his lap. He held me there firmly.
"You're going to let me play with your tits," he growled. He sucked
and bit my neck, licking all the way up to my ear, swirling his tongue
inside.
From behind me he cupped and squeezed my tits, pinching my little
nipples and pulling them away from my chest though the fabric of my
dress. This made my pussy throb involuntarily--it felt so good I
couldn't help but grind myself against the familiar hardness in my
father's lap.

It had been a long time since I'd been there, but daddy's lap always
felt safe to me. We would play horsey when I was little, which, I now
recall, involved bouncing up and down in daddy's lap, my young little
mound against his crotch. I felt the hardness then, too but didn't
know what to make of it at the time. Now, I was starting to get wet
between the thighs from the thought of my father, my own daddy,
lusting after me even when I was so little. It really turned me on.
 "Daddy's got your tits now, huh? Right little cunt?"
"Yes, Dad. God, that's good. They're all yours."
That's right, slut daughter. Your whole body is mine to use."
"Oh, god, wait..." I moaned, and he covered my mouth with his, kissing
me obscenely, plunging his muscular tongue down my gasping throat.

"You dirty cunt." he moaned as he broke the kiss. "Let daddy feel your
little pussy." He kept his left arm on my chest, holding me tightly
against him, playing with my right tit, then with his right hand, he
reached down under my dress and stuffed his big, calloused daddy hands
into my panties. His big fingers rubbed my throbbing clit, then
suddenly his big fat middle finger was sliding along my increasingly
moist slit.
"You want daddy to put his finger in you, baby?"

By way of an answer, I strained to push my little hole onto his
finger.
"Oh, no, wait," he teased, pulling his finger away. "Tell daddy what
you want."
"Yes, Daddy, please, I want it! I want your finger in my pussy." My
mouth found his again and I kissed him passionately, letting his hands
roam freely, molesting, exploring. It felt incredible. I'd never
wanted anyone so much in my life.
His thick middle finger was stuffed snugly in my cunt. He rocked my
whole body back and forth on his fat finger and I found myself wishing
it was his fat cock.

Between the perverse feeling of my father's tongue darting around in
my mouth, his finger fucking me while he squeezed my tits--not to
mention the warm, familiar smell of his skin, his boozy breath--I was
feeling an intense lust, a natural, primal lust like I'd never felt
before.

I knew that my father wanted me now. And I knew that I wanted to be
his.

I continued to hump his finger.
"You're really hot for it aren't you, little whore?"
"Yes Daddy," I whined. "Oh....god!" It felt so good!

"You know once we do this there's no going back," he said. His tone
was surprisingly calm and commanding. It made me want him even more.
"You sure you want this?"
"Oh, dad," I moaned, "please let us do this. We've been so...distant.
This will bring us together! We need to do this, daddy....ugh, ugh" He
fucked at my slit with renewed vigor and laughed as I shook like a
helpless child.
"Get up," he ordered, "take your dress off."
I eagerly complied. As I did, he pulled his rock-hard dick from the
elastic waistband of his shorts.  His shirt came up and I saw his
soft, slightly hairy paunch bulging out. I'd never fucked anyone
middle-aged before.  If it had been someone else, I might not have
been so turned on, but seeing his soft, round, white belly and that
delicious looking spear of a cock, and knowing they belonged to my own
dad, made my pussy burn with need.
My daddy's going to fuck me! Sirens were going off in my head. My
heart was beating so fast I thought I might really pass out.
I dropped to my knees and covered the head of his penis with my mouth.
I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of the hot fleshy knob in my
mouth, the musky scent of his crotch--a scent familiar and foreign at
the same time. It drove me wild. But just as I was plunging my mouth
down on his shaft, he pulled me up by my shoulders so that I was
kneeling in his lap, facing him. "We'll have plenty of time for that
later, dirty girl."
He pulled my face to his, staring deep into my eyes, and kissed me
again. Never could I have imagined that kissing my father would be so
incredibly erotic!
He reached for my naked tits, squeezing them passionately, then found
my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed and pinched
them, making me moan into his hot open mouth.
It felt so incredibly hot, yet I was trembling like a little girl.
"You wanna be a slut honey?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, daddy. I want to be your slut."
My pelvis was humping at his hard shaft like it had a mind of his own.
Feeling his penis rub against my slippery wet folds was the best thing
I thought I'd ever felt.

He moved his hands from my tits to my hips so he could control my
movements. He rubbed his big daddy dick against my buzzing, throbbing
clit, then up and down my slit.
"I'm scared, Daddy," I whispered in his ear. I was. I was terrified.
He chuckled, before sternly telling me "well, you're the one who
wanted this, cunt."
Suddenly he positioned the fat, gorgeous tip of his dick at the
slobbering entrance to my cunt.
"We need to do this," he hissed, "to bring us closer together--
remember?"
He was slowly forcing me down on his thick cock. It barely fit but it
felt so good.
"Wait, Daddy...I'm not..."
"There's nothing you can do to stop me, girl. I can't help it. I'm
sorry. I can't stop now! We need to do this, honey! You said so!"
His cock was all the way in me by then. The taboo shattered, there was
no going back now. I was a dirty father fucker. A whore for my daddy
to play with. I completely submitted to it and it felt like heaven!

"Yes Daddy," I said breathlessly, humping up and down, impaling myself
on his huge throbbing cock, "We need to do this, we need to...."
I trailed off as a wave of shame hit me. A few tears escaped my eyes,
but the relentless, rhythmic fucking my father was giving me quickly
drove the shame from my eyes.
My father started to laugh at me.
"Tears of joy, little slut?" "You're such a good girl, aren't you--
such a good little girl to ride her old dad's dick like a professional
whore..."
He pinched my tits and thrust extra hard and deep when he called me a
whore.
I was so close to coming.  And his speed was increasing.
"Oh yes, daddy, I am your whore. Please cum in me! Please squirt
your...yummy sperm inside me...the sperm that made me, Oh!
FUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed as he came with me, grunting and thrashing and
twisting my nipples as he bucked against me. We continued humping
against each other as our orgasms dissipated because it felt so
amazing. My hungry little cunt milked ever drop of his fatherly sperm.

My father hugged me tight against him, and said, "We'll be doing this
a lot from now on."

"I can't wait, Daddy."

"That's a good little girl," he said, patting my ass.

I had never felt so close to him.

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