You stroll into the room with a sheepish grin. “Daddy something is wrong with me.” I look up from my paper, fold it in half and set it on the table. “Babygirl whats wrong?” I could see the smile, I knew you were in a playful mood. “Mmmm well I should whisper it to you.” I chuckle and motion for you to come closer. You sit down in my lap and wiggle into place as you kiss my cheek and then press your lips to my ear. In a light voice “My cunny is tingling again.” I rest my hand on your little bottom and the other on your bare thigh just below the long shirt you have on. “It is? Oh poor thing well do you remember what daddy taught you to do?” A wide smile, nibble lip, and nod was your response. Then you lift up the shirt to show my your panties were already wet. “I did daddy four times but its still tingling and that’s not all…..” You leaned down to my ear again. “so are my buttons, help me daddy, please.” I lifted your shirt to inspect these poor sensitive nipples. “Well you show daddy how you tried to fix this little problem before I got home.” You reached down between your legs and into your panties, hips rocking as you started to masturbate in my lap. As you did I gently teases your nipples with my finger tips. You moaned and I gave a few soft pinches, tugs, twists as you rolled your hips faster. You knew it got daddy hard to rub while in my lap. “Daddy it always feels better when you help me…mmmm” I cover your extended button and suck it slowly as I feel your body heaving. “I know babygirl but daddy is not always home but when he is, he will always help his sweet girl.” I go back to nibbling and sucking your breasts as I hear and feel your release. Your face buries into my neck and your warm breath fast against me. “mmmm daddy thank you, love you.” I hold you there with your sweet cream wet against my slacks. “Love you too babydoll.”

You had been riding bikes in front of my house for as long as I can remember. I still remember the day you took off the training wheels and immediately crashed into my front lawn. I was out mowing and rushed over to help you up, took you to the porch and cleaned your scraped knees and elbow. You hugged me as the tears dried on your cheek. Lucky for me I kept ice cream in the house for when my nieces visited.

I told you after that I would help you learn to ride. You made me pinky promise not to let go and I swore I never would. I ran behind you like your father should of been doing for you, but you eventually flew off down the street. The smile on your face that day was priceless. Over the years as you grew up you still rode past my house. If I was outside you would stop and tell me about life, school, music, movies, just casual friendly conversation. As you got older I found it obvious that you were riding by more frequently. Your shorts a bit shorter, your tops a bit tighter. You had grown into a sexy little teen and yet you still asked for ice cream when you came over. I won’t deny watching your tongue swirl into the cream was not something I would dream about later.

Today was stinking hot, I had just pulled my shirt off to wipe the sweat from my brow to see you straddling your bike smiling at me. I had no idea how long you had been watching me but your eyes were on my chest and abs as you finally looked up. Then I realized you were not just straddling the bike as I was walking over to say hi, your little skirt was not covering as your hips slid back and forth along the metal bar. I thought there was no chance for it to be hotter today until I witness that. You had a devilish smirk as you didn’t hide your own aroused state. “So hot today, figured what better place to be than here for some ice cream.” I nod and invite you inside as I watch you walk over to the fridge and get it out yourself. I just lean against the counter with a smug grin as you reach up to get bowls. What was going on with you today? “Do you have any candles?” Then it hit me, you were 18 today. “Oh how could I forget Happy Birthday, the big 18! I bet you have all kinds of plans set up with your friends tonight huh?” I went in my junk drawer and scrounged around only to find two.

I push one down into the bowl you made for yourself and lit it. “Nope, no plans with them, had something else I wished for.” You very seductively blew it out then traced your tongue around the candle to gather some of the cream. Damn you were worked up today for sure. “Oh ha ha well what did you wish for?” I watched you set the bowl down and step up to me “I was hoping you would teach me to ride?” For a fraction of a second it did not register till you swiped your finger in my ice cream and sucked it from my finger. Then you took the bowl from my hand and set it on the counter. Pressing to me your leg sliding between mine, your hands on my chest, you leaned up to kiss me. Cool soft lips pressed as I felt your body brush against mine. “Teach me to ride!” You hopped up and wrapped your legs around me, all I could do is kiss you back. “Just promise you won’t let go…….”

Nothing I hated more than a knock at my door just as I poured a drink and settled into my recliner. I grumbled about girl scout cookies or popcorn sales again as I undid the latch and opened my door with a scowl. That quickly changed as I looked upon a tall brunette in a low cut sweater holding a folded newspaper. A glistening smile as she introduced herself. I shook her gentle hand and tried my best to keep my eyes from disappearing into her cleavage. She explained she noticed my piano lessons in the paper and was hoping to spend the next few months learning how to play a song for her parents 50th anniversary. “How could I refuse…” such a loving plea for help as I escorted her quickly inside from the cold.

I walked her over to the sitting room and showed her the piano. Asking if she had played before, she quickly claimed she was a virgin to it. I swallowed hard and slipped my hand in my pocket to adjust the growing hardness in my slacks as I informed her I could help. She noticed my adjustment although did not bring attention to it, just smiled wider and hugged me in excitement. I offered for her to sit and began my starter lessons. She was horrible, completely horrible but I had never been more encouraged to help a person in need. I was surprised she had no realization that as she played her sweater spread open wider. So many times she was completely exposed yet stayed focused.

Then after awhile she turned with wide eyes to ask how much I charge, she had forgotten she was limited on cash and didn’t want to waste my time if it was too much. I ensured her that we would work out a solution if she was short on cash and that it was in no way a waste of my time. In fact I was looking forward to working closely with her for the next few months…………often.

You had been complaining about the boys in your school “being boys” earlier at dinner and while we watched tv you were just acting strange.

You were texting as you sat next to me and at one point turned your cell off and leaned against me in an unusual silence. “You ok?” “Yea daddy just tired of how immature everyone is. I wish I could find a man like you.” I played the part of a friend more than a father with you most of the time. “Well you will find someone when its meant to be, so just enjoy life in every way you can, without costing your dad bail money…” laughing but you were not. Hmmm what was up with you. “….look trust me you will find someone much better than your old man.” You snuggled against me and squeezed, held on for a minute. You really had something going on in that mind of yours. “Dad your the best and there is no way there is anyone better for me than you.” You were trying to tell me something that my old fashion mind could not possibly recognize. “Hey, come on, you are smart, beautiful, caring, fun-loving and from all the friends I see you with pretty popular. Trust me any man will be lucky to have you someday.” You mumbled something about me not understanding as I watched you hurry upstairs and the sound of your door close. “What did I say?” But you were gone. Ugh

We were so close, you normally could tell me anything so what was different now? I fought my own mind following you up but figured at your age you needed some space, I obviously was not what you needed for sure. So I watched the end of the show, then the scores on the news before trudging upstairs to bed. The sliver of light showing under your door surprised me since it was late. I started to turn the knob to your door and stopped. Respect her privacy, door is shut. I started to walk down the hall to my room. What I could not see was you laying in bed with your fingers between your legs masturbating with a slow grind. But when I heard a muffled“Daddy please…” I figured you heard me jiggle the door so I turned back and opened your door slowly to say goodnight. I was not expecting your soft bottom rocking over your fingers to be the first thing I saw. I just stood there for a moment as you again whispered my title. “yes Daddy…” and I should of turned and stepped out of the room but in my shock I just blurted “baby?” with you jolting up and flipping over with a face of embarrassment. I turned my head “Oh god, sorry…I thought, I heard you call for me…god so sorry baby.” I tried to walk out when you said. “You did hear me call daddy…” I stopped at looked at you again. Now with a large pillow wrapped in your legs and arms as your eyes peered over it at me. “Are you……..are you mad?”

“God baby no, I……we all, wow…….um ha ha um we all touch ourselves, its natural.” I saw you lower the pillow a bit as you chewed on your lip. “No I mean, that I was thinking of you when I do?” Damn we could of just let it all be without addressing that part. But I could see you were worried. I didn’t know… “I um don’t really know what I think about that, I’m your father, but…well…” I sat down as I talked to you “……I know you feel lonely and that the boys in your school are childish but you don’t want some old man like me. But I am not mad, not at all ok…its ok.” I saw you smile and relax a bit. “I just think you are so strong and attractive and I love you and well I have dreams and so I just have to touch sometimes.” Now I was embarrassed. “Ok well again its natural, we all have dreams, and masturbation is healthy.” Turning into my highschool gym teacher on sex education day right in front of you till you pulled me back in. “So you dream? Have you ever…” a blush across your face “…..pictured me?” A blunt “No..” fell from my lips before I could stop it and your smile start to fade “…but you are stunning and well you would…” what do I say here, my mind racing for answers with none as I stumble through this awkward moment with you. You started to nod. “I understand daddy…” The conversation stuck in that moment I got up and leaned over you to kiss your forehead. “Good night beautiful.” I walked to the door for what seemed the hundredth time tonight.

“Daddy…..I know you are lonely too so if you need me I am here, I love you.” I smiled and closed your door behind me. “Love you too.” I don’t remember walking to my room. I just remember how heavy my body felt after I undressed and flopped down on the bed. I felt feverish and lay there staring at the ceiling with new images of you laying there touching yourself picturing me. I looked down my body to see my cock getting hard and no matter how I tried to change my thoughts now here I was with an erection because of you. I could not remember the last time I masturbated but the throbbing I felt had to be handled. I tried to picture girls I dated, actresses, everything to help my mind escape the image of your tight young pussy accepting your fingers. “fuck baby” was all I said when you opened my door. There I lay with my hand wrapped around my cock and you standing nude in the dark doorway. You had to of followed me to my room and hesitated outside my door. “Can I stay in here tonight.” Not a word about what I was doing, you just came in and climbed in bed. I let go of my cock and pulled the sheets up over us. “Daddy don’t stop ok.” you pushed the sheets back down. I want to see you and I want you to see me. You lay back and started to touch as you looked at my hard cock and I was so aroused that I could not think. I just took my cock and stroked it. We both lay together in silence until you came and cried out for me. I let go of myself swollen to the edge of orgasm and reached over between your legs and began to rub you. You lifted to my hand now and held my wrist as I felt your other hand capture my warm cock.

A fumbled stroke against my silken steel as your pussy opened deep for my touch. You came quickly twice as your fist moved faster. “jesus baby don’t stop” was all I could muster as I lay back and watched the white ribbons burst from my cock and spill all over my chest. Your soft little hands milking me then your fingertip tracing over the streams of cum on my stomach. “damn that was so hot daddy.” I could not even speak. I lay there watching you play with my cum and breathing in the scent of sex that had forever left this room. You reached down and pulled up the sheets then lay against me and closed your eyes. “Sometimes I just need you daddy ok?” I kissed your forehead. “I always need you baby, good night.” A peaceful sleep for us all.

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Mmmm now this is exactly what I needed to start my day. Nothing makes me happier and hotter than making someone cum. I crave to be the man who opens you, touches you, tastes you………bringing you into fantasy and desire to the point your body trembles and your mind submits to it all. Thank you anon for making my day and inspiring me with your playfulness.

Kisses and Spanks!

Finally a night with nothing committed after a long day at work. I get home and hear music and laughter from downstairs and presume my daughter has friends over. So much for quiet. I walk in the kitchen and can clearly see that you all helped yourselves to the fridge and left a huge mess. I was to exhausted to argue so I clean up as to not embarrass you in front of your friends. I heard feet and the door open and close. They must of headed home for dinner, not sure how they could be hungry I think they ate everything here. A half smirk.

I feel you rush up behind me and wrap your arms around me. “Hi daddy, how was your day.” A grumble “Exhausting!” I feel you squeeze, I loved how you still hugged me as if you were 4 holding a teddy on a stormy night. “A bit of a mess in here huh…..”

“Sorry daddy we will clean it up.” I turn and look at you “We?” A wide smile “Yea my bestie wanted to stay for dinner” puppy dog eyes follow. I roll mine, “well that is up to you I guess, I am just going to get a drink and head to my room, just keep the music down.” You pop up on your tiptoes and kiss my cheek and rush back downstairs. I follow but at a slower pace. Down the carpeted steps with heavy feet I see you already discussing dinner plans with your friend. I walked to the far end of the rec room and moved behind the bar. You scurried back up the steps to cook as your friend was standing at the foosball table. “Hi Mr. Masters! Thanks for letting us hang out my folks are out of town.” She seems to keep her eyes on me as I pour my whiskey and take the first drink. “Oh well that is not good to be home alone at your age, you feel free to crash here if you want.” Her eyes lit up. “Really? Awesome thank you Sir.”

“Michael please…..Sir is my father” I actually liked the way she called me Sir, it was respectful, it just sounded right with her. I kept my gaze on her as she fumbled with the rolling rods. She had on a school uniform and it was hard to take my eyes off her. Most of your friends looked good in them. She looked up at me drinking and watching her and it felt a bit uncomfortable so I headed upstairs. “You have fun and let me know if you need anything.”

I went to my room, changed from my suit to a pair of sleeping pants and propped up my pillow turning on the baseball game. You both ate dinner, I heard a squeal that could only of been caused my a large mouse or the announcement that I invited her to stay over with you. There go the patter of bare feet rushing to your room. I laughed as I found the happiness and love you had with your friends heartwarming. They were all good kids, well hell none of you were kids anymore. If I ran into any of you randomly at a bar I would be buying you drinks to try and take you home. More laughter at my own sick little thought.

The night moved on and we lost the game, “perfect way to end the day!” grumbling as I turn off the tv, it was still rather early so I grabbed my empty glass and headed down two flights of stairs to get another glass. As I walk down there she was, but only wearing a loose hanging body suit. I knew you all wore them but it caught me off guard as her breast were barely covered and it was arousing. “oh I’m sorry I didn’t know you were both down here…” looking for you. “No she is in the shower and I just love this game but she always kicks my ass at it.” She immediately looked up at me “Oh sorry Sir I didn’t mean to cuss……” A spreading grin “…..please its ok, I am sure you have heard me toss a few bad words over the years…and its Michael.”

She blushed “Thank you Michael.” Then her eyes roamed a bit, down my hair covered chest, my firm abs, my sleeping pants that were a bit tighter now than they were when I put them on. I look down at myself “Sorry I just came to get another drink I am not normally dressed like this in front of others.” She perked up with a bit of a bounce “Oh its totally ok, you look hot.” Now I don’t think I have ever been called hot in my life. “Well………..thank you, I had no idea I was….hot.”

She giggled a bit and walked around from the other side of the game board as I moved behind the bar. She sat on a stool and as she folded her arms on the bar, her breasts were totally exposed as the top hung lower. She saw me look, hell how could I not. “You are pretty……..hot yourself, your boyfriend is a lucky guy.” “He left me cause I……….” Then she stopped. “Because youuuuuu????”

Her face was burning red and I had to presume it was sexual “Come on you can tell me, your like my second daughter.” She scrunched her nose and sat back on the stool. “Cause I wouldn’t give him a BJ.” “Ahhhh well he is an idiot to lose a girl like you cause he can’t be patient.” She fidgeted. “Honestly Sir….I mean Michael I would of but I hadn’t ever before and I didn’t want to be bad at it so……..cause I really like him and don’t want him to leave me cause I can’t do it well. Does that make sense….my god I can’t talk to my dad like this.” I take a drink and lean on the bartop. “Well again he is an idiot if he can’t wait, but if you really do want to be intimate with him, be careful and just……hmmmm how do I say this. When you are *with* somebody, watch and listen for how they react to a touch or a kiss to know what feels good. You may be new to a certain act, like giving a blowjob but if you start and try things with him trust me you will be able to tell what feels good to him.” I take another swallow, how the hell did I get in this conversation.

“So can I ask you more?” “Sure but nothing beats just experiencing sex. Everyone has different things they like but if you are willing to give him oral he better return the favor! A good man takes care of his girls pleasure first!” I could see she was processing the thought as I filled my glass a third time and walked around to sit on a stool beside you. Leaning on the bar as I face you and you seemed to have an idea. “Just experience it…….?” she bit her lip looking at me and as I tipped my glass back she reached forward and pulled the strings on my sleeping pants. I almost choked and my hand quickly covered hers. “Whoa….I didn’t mean, I meant with him…” the broken look on her face as she was completely embarrassed ‘Oh my god I am so sorry I just thought, I mean I wanted to, with you being hard and all.” I looked down and there was no doubt I was rock hard in my pants. “Well its not too often a beautiful girl is sitting with me and talking about blowjobs……been awhile” I chuckle embarrassed myself when her face changed. She reached and pulled the strings.

I looked at her “Please, I promise not to say anything but I really want to practice, you need one, and honestly I am already wet thinking about seeing you….Michael.” My flannel pulled down and away as my cock sprung free. She moved down and took it in her cool soft fingers. Stroking with no real rhythm but slow and it felt incredible. She licked the tip and around the cap as she watched me the whole time. I tensed up as she pulled back. “Is that ok…” I nod “yea, real good, go on and wrap that pretty mouth around me.” She did, she covered my cap and gently lowered herself a third of the way down and back up. She sucked hard and I groaned. I watched her eyes light up and her smile around my shaft as she relaxed and went to work on my cock.

I took her hair in my hands “when a man grabs your hair and body…..it shows he wants you….” groaning I let my other hand slip into her top and play with her firm young tits. Jesus I was going to burst. I lean back as she used her tongue, her lips, her teeth as her hands moved over my shaft and sack. She took me deeper in her throat but found out quickly she could not take it all without gagging. “ahhhhhh fuck you have nothing to worry about with your guy…….you don’t have to……” I was close.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” she snapped her head back and off my cock as my hands fled from her body as the pre cum and her spit dripped down my shaft. There you were, standing at the bottom of the steps in a tank top and booty shorts. “JESUS DAD! WHAT IS HAPPENING…” She hopped up and ran over to you quickly apologizing and explaining as you rushed off to your room and she followed. I could hear the argument and there were obviously tears. What the fuck did I do. I tucked my cock in and sat there for a minute till the yelling stopped. I heard a door and had to presume she left so I headed upstairs to your room.

“I’m so very sorr………” I swing the door open and find you both giggling with tear streaked faces. Confused I look at you both. “It’s ok daddy she told me what happened, you were helping her and it just happened.” You looked at my pants. “Does it…………hurt?” I look at you “Hurt? No she didn’t hurt me…” she shook her head “No I mean cause you didn’t finish, she didn’t you know….you didn’t cum.” I just stood there processing the fact you said cum to me. “Um well I think you have heard the term blue balls” trying to be light about it and get away I see you open your arms for a hug. I shake my head with a goofy smile and walk over to hug you goodnight. I kiss your cheek. “goodnight baby” and look over at your friend “and good night to you too” I headed to bed.

I lay there on the bed with my heart racing and trying to imagine the conversation you were both having. How she would act around me now, hell how would you, you saw my cock and my hands on your best friends tits. God the did feel good though. I was still hard so I decided to stroke it off. I slipped off my pants and lay there stroking slow, imagining if she would of finished me and how good her body felt in my hands when I heard you clear your throat. I look at the door and you both were standing there. “God sorry I just needed to finish up….are you ok?” I sat up in the bed but you both walked over and climbed up on each side of the bed. “We decided we both need lots of practice” and your hands pressed me on my back as you both hovered over my cock. Taking turns and together you learned exactly what made my body react. “You like this daddy?” I lay there in pure bliss “emmmmmm of course, can’t you see what you’re doing to me?” more giggles and moans. You were both touching yourselves while you did. Then she pulled her mouth off my rod and looked at you. “Plus he said if we give oral a good man will give it back.” I just realized I was in for a very long and tasty night.

incestuous-creampie:

I love feeling daddy’s cock deep inside me as he fills me with his incestuous spunk.

You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows. I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits. I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you. Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation. I think she knew. We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her. Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer. I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it. You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time. You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls. I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work. I arrived and you were already in class. The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window. So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall. I peered in to watch you dancing with them. Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful. You really did. Can’t believe how you had grown. I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form. My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body. You bend and I felt my body respond. You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch. Fuck I should not of come. This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me. I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you. your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me. The your smile changed. You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state. “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years. I almost choked. I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room. The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight. They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes. “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me. She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her. “its not….we’re not suppose too..” She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples. “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t. I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me. She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together. My ballerina.