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                      SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL   



Stacy's Sex Story
by Ironsides (address withheld)

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I was in a serious accident that left me a quadriplegic 
and I needing 24 hour care. My 13 year old daughter was 
able to care for me during the evening hours, and she 
finds that I need some special care, even against my 
will. (fdom/M-reluc, ped, inc)

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Stacy must have been 13 years old when my wife Mary and 
I were in the auto accident that claimed Mary’s life. 
We were coming home from an office party one night when 
a drunk driver crossed the line and hit us head on.

Mary was killed instantly. I awoke several days later 
to find out I was a quadriplegic – only able to move my 
eyes and facial muscles. Why did I live? 

My immediate concern was what was going to happen to 
Stacy? Fortunately, Mary had a sister living in the 
same city who could watch after Stacy while I was 
recovering in the hospital, and later going through the 
rehabilitation center for six months.

Finally, my house was remodeled to accommodate my 
disability. My bedroom was basically turned into a care 
facility. A special turning bed was installed that 
would allow a caregiver and eventually Stacy to turn me 
regularly to avoid developing pressure sores. A full-
length mirror was installed on the ceiling to allow me 
to see myself, as well as people in my room.

Life was totally different for me now. I had a 
caregiver who would spend eight hours with me to insure 
I was bathed, clothed, and fed. Since Stacy was only 
13, and still in school, there was little she could do 
during the day hours. Stacy would help feed me dinner 
in the evening, and if an emergency occurred, she could 
call the caregiver center for assistance.

I needed help for just about totally everything. My 
caregiver had to assist me with my bowel movements 
during the day. I had a catheter that drained into a 
drainage bag that had to be checked periodically. I was 
totally dependent upon others for my survival. Why had 
I lived?

I had a call button I could activate with my mouth to 
call my caregiver during the day, and also Stacy in the 
evening. It was mine and Stacy’s decision for me to 
stay at home, so her and I could be together. She was 
such an independent person. She enjoyed cooking, house 
cleaning, and she did her home work without having to 
be reminded. She enjoyed after doing her chores and 
schoolwork to be able to spend time with me in my room. 
Reading to me if I liked, telling me about her day in 
school – about how she hated the immature boys at her 
school, etc. She always was good at sharing her 
feelings with me. However,

Shortly before the accident I had caught Stacy watching 
me make love to Mary. In addition to that, she was 
always bumping into me and taking a casual feel of my 
cock. The first time I just assumed it was an accident. 
The second time I realized it wasn’t, and had a very 
serious talk with Stacy.

One day, things changed completely. I happened to look 
into the mirror and noticed that the area on my sheet 
near my crotch area was wet. Did a tube become 
disconnected? Something wasn’t right. I buzzed Stacy, 
who came in right away. I told Stacy of what I 
observed. She slowly lifted my sheets, and discovered 
that my catheter had came out, and I had wet all over 
myself. I told her to page the caregiver service, which 
she did. 

They called back and Stacy told them the problem. They 
indicated someone would be out within the hour to 
replace my catheter. Stacy came in and told me the 
news. She told me she would clean me up before the 
nurse came out so I didn’t suffer any skin irritation. 
Then, as Stacy had prepared a warm washcloth to wash me 
down, I noticed Stacy's startled face. 

I know she had seen my penis before, but as I looked up 
into the mirror, I noticed that my penis, which 
normally had a catheter inserted, was standing erect. I 
was totally embarrassed.  It was bad enough that my 
thirteen year old daughter had to see her father naked 
on occasion, but here, with me having no control, my 
penis was standing totally erect! 

Stacy slowly started to wash my penis with the warm 
wash cloth. I was praying to god the warm water would 
reduce my hard-on. But as she continued to wash me, my 
erection became larger. Stacy put down the wash cloth, 
watching my erect penis with awe. She placed her hand 
over on my penis, and began to play with me. I told 
Stacy not to do that, as I was her father. 

"Stacy, don’t do that – I’m your father."

"But dad, this is so wonderful. I saw your penis 
several times before, but never imagined it could 
become so large." She slowly slid her hand on my penis 
and began to masturbate me. I too was shocked my erect 
penis maintained its shape. Stacy masturbated me for a 
full twenty minutes before the erection subsided. I had 
to sit there and stare in the mirror as my thirteen 
year old daughter masturbated me. She exclaimed about 
how wonderful an experience this had been, and promised 
she would never tell anyone.

Shortly afterwards, a caregiver nurse arrived, and 
replaced my catheter. I noticed from my view from the 
ceiling mirror that Stacy was peeking in from the door, 
watching very closely the steps the nurse went through 
in changing my catheter. She watched all the special 
steps the nurse went thru to be sure all was done to 
avoid contamination. 

During the next several days, nothing was said about 
the "incident", so I assumed things would be fine. Then 
one day, after preparing me dinner, I noticed that 
Stacy was acting very strange. After feeding me and 
taking the dishes out of my room, she returned to my 
room, and was gathering some supplies from the 
cabinets. I asked her what she was doing, and she said 
she thinks my catheter is plugged, and is going to 
change it for me. I told her to call the 24 hour 
caregiver service, but she very quietly said she could 
now take care of me as she had watched the caregiver 
change my catheter several times.

Slowly, Stacy pulled off my sheet, and examined my 
penis. She cut the release valve, and slowly pulled out 
my catheter. She took a small washcloth and carefully 
washed my penis. In doing so, I began to notice how my 
penis gradually started getting larger. Stacy’s eyes 
glowed in amazement. She dried my penis, and slowly 
with her right hand began to masturbate me. 

I pleaded for her to stop, but she continued to 
pleasure herself and tell me how much she loved me and 
had always wanted to touch me. "Stacy, for god’s sake, 
I’m your father!" I pleaded, but she continued to 
masturbate me for a good 30 minutes until my hard on 
subsided. Then she followed the procedures she had 
learned from the caregiver, and put in a new catheter. 
When she was finished, she told me how much she loved 
me, and that she would always take care of me.

For the next couple of weeks, Stacy would repeat this 
every night. Only now, instead of masturbating me for 
only 15-20 minutes, I was staying hard for almost and 
hour. Now, instead of using her hands, she would place 
my large penis into her mouth and suck on me until I 
subsided. I didn’t ejaculate anymore, but my penis 
stayed hard longer and longer.

Then one night, after dinner, Stacy came into my room, 
wearing only a pair of panties and a bra. I asked Stacy 
to please not come into my room dressed like that – it 
wasn’t proper. Stacy insisted that she had been wrong 
the past several weeks, in that she was only pleasing 
herself, and not pleasing me. 

"Tonight," she said, "I will please you as well." Then 
Stacy removed my catheter, and then removed her bra and 
panties, and slowing leaned toward me and placed one of 
her breasts in my mouth, and begged me to suck it. 

I cried for her to stop, but it was no use, so I 
tenderly sucked her breast, and then she removed it and 
placed the other breast in my mouth. Then Stacy 
commented how quickly my penis had grown hard all by 
itself, and began sucking on my cock and pleasing 
herself. Then to my horrifying surprise, she mounted me 
like a prized possession, and carefully placed my penis 
into her loins and began to hump me like a wild animal.

She fucked me for about twenty minutes, emitting joyous 
sounds of pleasure, while I was helpless with nothing 
to do but watch her beautiful body in the mirror above 
taking carnal pleasure from her father. When she was 
done with me, she proclaimed her love for me, and 
promised no one would ever know our secrets.

Now I was perplexed at what I was going to do. My 
thirteen year old daughter was using me for her sexual 
pleasure. But if I told anyone, She would be removed 
from my house, and I most likely would be sent to a 
nursing home. I loved Stacy, and wanted to be near her, 
so I knew I could never tell anyone.

Stacy has now turned 18, and nothing has changed 
between us. She has finished high school, and is 
adamant that she will continue to live with me and care 
for me. Besides, she doesn’t need to leave home, as she 
has me to take care of, and she has me to meet her 
sexual needs. No friends or family even suspect the 
secret relationship that Stacy and I share. 

When Stacy and I are alone, she refers to me as her 
personal "sex toy" that pleases her to no end. I am 
somewhat embarrassed with our relationship, but am 
helpless to do otherwise. I guess there are a lot of 
others out there who would die to be "Stacy’s Sex Toy."



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