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(M/F-teen, inc) *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is a work of fiction depicting entirely fictional characters. This story contains graphic sexual material. Please be aware that this author does NOT condone these acts and that this is merely a FANTASY for entertainment. You are welcome to republish this story as long as all of the information in this file (this header included) is present. *** I have always been daddy's little girl in every respect. Always made honor roll at school and never got into any serious trouble. My father has always been my hero and I wanted him to be proud of my achievements. So on my 17th birthday I was absolutely giddy when I came home to a surprise party and a brand new convertible with a giant ribbon on its hood. It was the second happiest day of my life. I danced and drank into the night and felt free and relaxed. The end of my high school career was in sight and the freedom of college was just around the corner. My father beamed with pride and proposed several toasts "to Susan, my beautiful little girl." He was getting a little maudlin after four or five scotches and I was a little relieved when he finally said his goodbyes and called it a night. My friends and I continued to party late into the night. And when I party, I drink. And when I drink, I get a little horny. Well actually not a little horny, but A LOT horny. What better way to finish off the perfect day than with good sex. I looked through the crowd gave my boyfriend Ted our usual nod and knowing wink. He smiled and led me back into the house and silently crept up the stairs to my room as we had a hundred times before. I could already feel my juices leaking between my thighs as we entered my darkened bed room. I have a very strong libido and have always been consumed by exploring ways to heighten erotism. I consider myself to be an educated, modern women who believes that sex (especially kinky sex) is natural and healthy. So when Ted introduced me to wonders of sexual role play I embraced it with zeal. "Are we going to tape tonight?" Ted asked huskily as he lowered me back into my bed. "Only if you can think of a really hot story line. Otherwise I'm way too horny to waste time being silly." I smiled into the darkness. Ted and I started videotaping our love making when we first met. At first it was just an exhibitionist thing. But when we experimented with role play we found videotaping to be incredibly hot. Over the past eighteen months we have developed elaborate scenarios, intricate plots and bizarre characters. We now have over one hundred sessions detailing our own privately depraved XXX soap opera. Ted turned on the small night light by my bed. In the soft light he reached over and adjusted the video camera. "OK I've been thinking about a good one. Remember that speeding ticket you got a few months back? Let's play that you are the beautiful drunk nymphomaniac coed and you're desperately enticing the strong duty bound cop out arresting you for DUI?" "Too routine..." I sighed and started to diddle myself out of boredom. "How about..." I smiled picking up the pace of my masturbation. ..".I'm the innocent coed and you force me into wickedly depraved acts." Ted smiled back and switched on the camera. The little red light on the video camera came on signaling the beginning of our play. "Young lady, I noticed you were weaving a bit. Have you been drinking tonight?" he said in his best local sheriff drawl. "Yes sir. But I'm not drunk, honest. Please let me go..." I pleaded earnestly. "Ma'am, step out of the car and walk a straight line." I try to comply and sway slightly as I walk the imaginary line. "Now close your eyes, tilt your head back and stretch your arms out to your sides." I stood there motionless for several long seconds, waiting in anticipation with my eyes closed. My eyes opened when I felt his strong hands push me to my knees. I blinked and tilted my head in exaggerated confusion. Slowly he unbuckled his pants as my gaze found his crotch. "Keep your eyes closed and stay on your knees," he commanded as he withdrew his growing manhood. "Oh god no oh please don't do this..." I started to sob convincingly. "Please god help me don't do this, don't rape me oh god..." My protests became a desperate panic as he tried to force his hard cock into my mouth. "No please don't... don't do this!" I turned my face away from his assaulting member. After several minutes of unsuccessful struggle he became highly frustrated. Ted reached under the bed and retrieved a pair of handcuffs from our secret box of props. He spun me around and handcuffed me. With a strong grasp around my waist he bent me over the bed and spread my legs wide with his feet. He roughly stuck his face under my raised ass and began tongue fucking my swollen pussy from behind. "Please god no... no!" I cried out over and over for several minutes as he continued lapping my slit. Then slowly my cries settled into sobs. Then I grew silent and focused on the feeling of the tongue lapping into my slit. Then very softly, I began to moan. "Look! you're startin' to like it you little slut. I taste your juices." he said huskily between laps my moans grew a little louder. When he sucked my clit into his mouth I gasped a barely audible "oOOooOo." His tongue darted on my clit and I could feel an orgasm building. I started to rock my hips ever so slightly. Then he suddenly stopped. He pulled me back onto my knees and stared down into my eyes. He was breathing heavily and I could see that his face was glazed with my juices. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back forcing me to look up at him. His cock stood erect close to my cheek. "This is the situation young lady." He continued to pull tightly on my hair. "I can tell you fancy me a bit. I'm not a selfish man and we can both have a really hot time here if you just stop with you with your silly fussin'. If you want me to continue lickin that lovely little juice box of yours, I want you to show me that you want it. Now what's it gonna be?" For a long minute he held my gaze as he stared down at me in silent expectation. His big cock ever present near the side of my face. Hesitantly, without breaking my lock with his eyes, I opened my mouth and sucked his cock deep into my mouth. His hips began to buck in rhythm with my head movements. "That's a good little girl. You like suckin' cock? You want me to cum in your mouth?" I moaned a little and picked up my pace. "Answer me or I won't lick you down there again." "Yes" I said and immediately went back to work on his cock. "Yes what? Tell me what you want." he forced me to look up at him by pulling back hard on my hair. "I want it. I want you to lick my pussy until I come. I want you to come in my mouth and I want to force me to swallow every last drop. Then I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard from behind over and over again until your cum runs down my legs." We went through every one of those delicious actions. After I was done sucking Ted's cock he fucked me so long that I could feel the skin on my legs actually start to tighten as the coating of cum began to dry. All the while the video camera captured our lust. *** I awoke the next morning a very satisfied and a little sore. A smile crept across my face as I replayed the nights activities in my mind's eye. Ted left many hours ago but I could still smell his sex in the room. I love that smell. I got out of bed and took the video cassette out of the camera. I began to write the details of this particular session on the outside of the box so I can add it to my collection: DOMINATE COP/YOUNG GIRL includes forced slut seduction, handcuffs, oral, cum shots, doggy style. Deep in my walk-in closet I located the large chest where I keep my secret tapes. I removed the stacks of boxes I use to conceal my hiding place and surveyed the hundred or so tapes. I placed it in there amongst all those special intimate recordings of my deepest fantasies. As I stared at all the descriptions I smiled to myself. I have it all: good girl by day and unabashed psycho slut by night. I closed the lid, dawned my a clean white cotton robe and headed down to the kitchen to make my daddy a gourmet breakfast fit for a king. I love nurturing daddy. Ever since my bitch mom divorced him and ran away with her therapist three years ago, I've relished taking on the role of lady of the manor. He's my hero after all and I want to show him how much he means to me. I doubt if dad will ever marry again. Hell, he has a hard enough time just getting a date. It's not that he's unattractive. Quite the opposite, he has everything most women desire. He's wealthy, clean cut professional, considerate and strong. I think the slight graying at his temples really makes him look distinguished and worldly. But, he's a workaholic and seems to be too set in his ways to start any serious romantic endeavors. Coffee, juice, toast, fresh fruit pouched eggs all laid out and awaiting my hero. "Daddy breakfast is ready!" I called out down the hallway. "Morning kitten puss." He pulled up to the table and began to read the business section of the newspaper. Same morning routine as it's been since I can remember. I love that about him, so stable and always there for me. "Thanks so much for the car and the party daddy. It was the best day of my life." "Sweetheart, you mean the world to me and I love to make you happy. Just don't get any speeding tickets and you'll make me even more proud." "I promise daddy. Can I take the car to visit Julia for the weekend?" "Sure kitten puss. It's your car but be careful. And if you're going to spend the weekend at her college I want you to promise me that you won't drink and drive." "I promise daddy." I was so happy. I had made plans to visit my best friend Julia at her college for the weekend. She is going to flip when she sees my new wheels. Next year I'll be attending the same college and I love to visit and scout all the cute boys. "Daddy, do you have any plans for the weekend?" "I think I'll play a little golf on Sunday," he answered absent mindedly from over his paper. I worry about him and what his life will be like without me in the house. The rest of the day I spent preparing for my weekend adventure at college. As usual, I over packed bringing every sexy outfit and pair of high heels I thought I might need to grab the attention of cute college boys. It was so exciting to think that this weekend will be a taste of my life for the next four years. I wanted everything perfect. Late in the afternoon I set out for on three hour drive to see Julia. I was so excited that I had already driven an hour before I realized I forgot my purse and cell phone back at the house. "Shit! Shit, shit!" I turned the car around and started to retrace my route. It was already dark by the time I returned home. I went around to the side entrance door and was relieved to find it unlocked. Straight up the back stairs I jogged when sounds from the hallway caught my attention. I stopped my ascent up the stair spiral case and made a bee line for hallway. "Daddy?" I called out. I walked down the hallway to find an open door to the master bedroom and walked directly to the entrance. What I saw froze me in my tracks. My daddy was naked on his bed. His head was turned towards the television and was oblivious to my presence. As my mind digested the situation I realized that he was masturbating. His hand was frantically pulling at his cock and he was gyrating his hips. Then I heard my own voice speak out. I realized the source of my voice was coming from the television in the room. Everything was in slow motion as if moving in liquid. I stared at the television that my father was watching and saw myself naked with Ted's cock in my mouth. "I want you to cum in my mouth..." I heard myself say. It was the video I made last night. My eyes went back to my father naked on the bed. "Yes my beautiful slut angel. You want to suck daddy's dick," he spoke to the television, his hand rhythmically pulling at his hard cock. My eyes went back to the television and I saw myself deep throat Ted's cock. All the strength left my legs and I slowly buckled onto the floor. "That's my little cum slut. Suck cock and daddy will give you a warm wet gooey surprise..." my father spoke to my image on the television. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I was paralyzed for several minutes. My father's monologue continued, "You're beautiful and you're daddy's little whore... you want daddy's big cock jammed in your tight little cunt don't you...." I could hear his hand slapping away at his cock. I could hear myself moan on the television and I could hear Ted's balls slapping into my ass as he fucked me. I was almost comatose with horror. I sat there leaning against the wall hypnotized by the horror. I slowly crawled out of the room. I didn't regain my feet until I was at my car. I just wanted to get away, far away. I started the car and drove away into the night. I was mortified. Tears ran down my cheeks as I drove and it felt like I had a tennis ball sized lump in my throat. How could he invade my privacy like this? Why would he go through my belongings? How could I ever look him in the eyes again? I will never again be Daddy's little girl. The image of my father masturbating popped back into my mind and I had to pull to the side of the road for fear of crashing. There I sat reliving the entire scene in my head. "You're beautiful and you're daddy's little whore... you want daddy's big cock jammed in your tight little cunt don't you..." he said through grit teeth. Slap! Slap! slap! His hand pistoned into a blur over his rigid cock. It was so sick. But god help me, I was soaking wet. I sat there by the side of the road and replayed the scenario but with a different ending. This time I imagined that I undressed and walked into that bedroom as my Daddy was jerking off to my videotape. This time I quickly climbed on top of him and jammed his hard cock into my cunt. He would probably struggle a little out of shock and surprise but I would hold him tightly and hump down into his cock until he gave in. I drifted out of the fantasy to see my legs bent up onto the dashboard of the car. My hands were under my skirt with two fingers rubbing my clit. As my orgasm approached I imagined my father looking down into my eyes as he fucked me. "Yes Daddy! Yesss Daddy fuck me Daddy!" I screamed into the car as my finger tugged at my clit. I had masturbated myself to three orgasms after I allowed myself to be excited by the prospect of having sex with my Daddy. Sitting in that car I worked my pussy into a wet lather. All the time I kept my mind fixed on the image of my father fucking me. All my conflicting emotions did an instantaneous flip flop. The depravity of the situation fueled the fires of my lust into an explosion. I now knew that nothing could stop me from tasting Daddy's cum. I drove back onto the road and started to plot the ramifications of my destiny. Would this act ruin our relationship? How would I even manage to become his lover? Simply because Daddy was masturbating to a fantasy doesn't mean that he would ever actually pursue it in real life. I would need a plan that would allow me to both embolden his lust as well as assure him that he would be doing me no harm. Further, I wanted to be a true lover to my father. Perhaps it's even possible that this act could bring us closer than we have ever been before. Lust and love mixed into one, and I began to form a plan. I turned the car back home once again. *** After a half an hour of driving I made several phones calls. I called Julia to tell her I couldn't come up this weekend. I called Daddy to tell him I changed my mind about visiting Julia and that I was returning home. And I called Ted to tell him to be available for a role play session tonight. As I realized that the pieces of my plan would lead to my Daddy's cock, I began to diddle myself to yet another orgasm. Finally I pulled into the driveway for the second time tonight. I turned the car off and sat there staring at the front door. I ran through each step of my plan in my mind: Videotape a special session with Ted that features a Daddy/daughter story line. Ted doesn't need to know what this is all about. I'll simply tell him it's just another of my twisted fantasies. At the end of the tape I will tape a monologue to my Daddy. I will tell him that I know he wants to make love to me and that I want this too. I will try to assuage any fears but let him know that this must happen. For if it doesn't, I will be unable to live in that house knowing that he wants me sexually. Then I'll leave the tape in the same hiding place where he retrieved my last tape. I walked into the house making a concentrated effort to act normal. "Hiya Daddy," I yelled down the hall. "Hiya Kitten Puss," came back from the same room where my father was yanking his cock earlier. It was soooo delicious to secretly know the lust in my Daddy's heart. "Act normal," I repeated the mantra to myself as I walked down the hall and into his room to greet him. I stopped just inside his door. There he was lying on top of his bed, in his robe, nonchalantly reading a book. A tall glass of scotch was on the night stand and a lit cigarette was in the ash tray. My Daddy relaxing after his imaginary fuck session with his precious little girl. To know that my daddy wants to cum in my mouth and treat me like a slut. My knees got a little weak and a warm tingle flared in my pussy. God this was soooo delicious. He looked at me from over his reading glasses. "You ok Kitten Puss?" I ran over and playfully hopped into bed with him. "Hiya Daddy," I said, snuggling up to him. "What's the matter baby? Why didn't you go to Julia's?" "I'm just a little tired after my birthday party. I made plans to visit her next week." I was hyper aware of the sound of my own voice and my heart pounding as I lay against his side. It's a good thing I didn't have a buzz or I would have raped him right then and there. My juices were flowing and my pussy felt as if it was vibrating. I lay still next to him for several minutes feigning innocent relaxation. And Daddy went back to his book pretending to read. I was struck with the urge to do a little teasing. I climbed across his chest and reached out to his night stand for the glass of scotch. I took a long drink and was aware of my breasts pressing against his chest. Then I slowly replaced the glass and daintily pulled a cigarette out of his pack. "What's got into you?" he chuckled. "I just feel like indulging a little bit tonight Daddy." "I don't approve of you smoking and I if you want to drink I don't want you driving anywhere." "I won't Daddy," I responded. My voice was slightly husky and I thought I caught a glimmer of knowing in my father's eyes. I defiantly lit my cigarette and slowly retreated from the room. I could almost feel his gaze on my ass. Had I gone too far? I had two drinks in me when Ted finally showed up. I needed the buzz to make me brave for the life-altering plot I was about to hatch. I explained every elaborate detail of the session I wanted to tape tonight. ..".Oh yeah I almost forgot. Be sure to call me Kitten Puss," I added. Ted tilted his head like the RCA dog and stared at me. "What the hell is with up with this?" he asked. I stared back at him and crossed my arms showing my resolve. "OK OK whatever turns you on. If I didn't know any better I'd call you a sex freak," he giggled. He flipped on the camera as I position myself on the center of the bed. I was dressed in a red silk teddy, garter belt, and high heels. Ted climbed in bed next to me. He put on a pair of reading glasses, took a sip from a glass of scotch from beside the bed, and read a book. I snuggled up next to him and we remained like that for several minutes. I became very aware of the camera. I knew my Daddy would be watching this tape. My Daddy would be pulling at his cock as he watched his little girl act like a slut. He would surely know that I was reenacting the way I had laid next to him in his bed. I felt radioactive with lust. My Daddy would soon know that I wanted to be his lover. My Daddy was watching me and that camera was his eyes. I leaned over Ted's chest and reached for the glass of scotch just as I had with my real Daddy. "What's got into you?" he asked. "I just feel like indulging a little tonight Daddy." "Does my precious girl want Daddy to fuck her?" "Yes Daddy." My hand went down into Ted's robe and slowly stroked his cock. Ted rolled me over onto my back and slid his cock into my mouth. Back and forth my eyes alternated between Ted's gaze and the camera. I slid two fingers into my pussy and adjusted my position so the camera could get a view. "That's Daddy's baby girl. Suck my cock. Suck Daddy's cock and he'll give a special treat right in your mouth." My pussy was making a loud sloshing sound as I started stabbing my fingers faster into my wet cunt. Ted had a handful of my hair and was pulling my head into his cock. "Isn't it fun to play grown up Kitten Puss?" After several minutes of this action I removed my mouth from Ted's cock and slowly turned my head towards the camera. I continued to finger fuck myself and started slowly stroking Ted's cock. With a low voice I spoke directly into the camera: "Daddy I want it too." With that Ted came on my face. Without blinking I kept staring into that camera as gooey cum shot all over my face. "I want it too..." I repeated. I flipped off the camera and gave Ted a long kiss. "Thanks. I'll call ya tomorrow." "That's it? Just wam bam, thanks?" "I just wanted a quickie and now I want to get some sleep. I'll make it up to ya I promise." I gave an apologetic smile and pout. "You sex freak" he giggled and gave me a peck on the cheek. He gathered up his close and made his way out. There was a lot of work ahead of me. I had another scotch and smoked a cigarette as I contemplated my next step. I cleaned up and reapplied my makeup. With a little trepidation I flipped the camera back on and began the hardest part of my plan. I spoke directly into the camera: "Daddy? I know you are watching this. I know that you found my private tapes. Daddy, I saw you masturbating while watching my tape. I heard you call me your little slut. Daddy, I want to be your lover very very much. I have given this a lot of thought. I want you to know that could be something beautiful that we can share. I want you to know that this could bring us closer together and that we can still continue to have our great father and daughter relationship. But Daddy, if you don't take me, if we don't follow through with this, I will not be able to stay in this house. I will not be able to remain your little girl with this... this unfulfilled sexual tension between us. It would make me miserable to live like that. We can make this a wonderful experience. Please take me Daddy. As you watch this I will be waiting for you. I lied about going to Julia's. Daddy, I'm right up the stairs and very horny. I waiting for you in the guest bedroom." I flipped the camera back off and retrieved the cassette. On the box I wrote "OUR BEAUTIFUL SECRET" I walked it back into my closet and placed it on top of all my other tapes. *** The week crept by. I kept busy avoiding all but the most casual conversations with Daddy. It seemed like it took forever for Friday to arrive. Several times I questioned my decision to follow through with this. There was so much at risk. Would I ruin our relationship? Would I hurt my daddy? The memory of my father masturbating to my tape answered my questions. After all, I probably inherited this wonderfully warped libido from him! END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 68