Anton was sitting in bed reading a book by one of his favorite authors. Work had been particularly exhausting, and he was glad to be off for the next few days.
The door opened and his twenty-year-old daughter Nicole walked in, wearing a yellow tank top and dark blue panties. He took a moment to admire her youthful sexiness before remembering that she was his daughter and that the thoughts he was having were deeply inappropriate.
“Hey, Daddy,” she greeted him as she walked towards the bed.
“Nikki, what are you doing in here?”
She just shrugged, as if there was absolutely nothing out of place. “I’m going to bed,” she replied as she climbed over him to get in the bed.
“What are you talking about? What the hell are you doing?! This isn’t your bed!” he protested.
“We’ll see,” she said, smiling slyly. “For now, put down that book and come over here and gimme a hug.” She got herself situated under the covers.
“Nikki, you’re not wearing much and I’m not wearing any more than you. If we lay down in this bed together, I might accidentally touch something a father’s not supposed to touch.”
“Why would I mind you touching me anywhere? You’re my daddy. Now stop talking and hug me and kiss me goodnight so I can go to sleep,” she said, pouting.
Anton settled down beside her and hugged her quickly, letting go before it could get more adventurous. “Baby you can’t sleep here,” he tried again, despite pulling her close. “Fathers and daughters shouldn’t sleep together.”
“Yes, they should,” she declared as she returned his embrace. “Nobody loves a girl more than her father, and nobody loves a man more than his beloved daughter. We should sleep together. We just shouldn’t tell anybody,” she said. She squeezed him tightly, then pushed him back so that he was laying on his back. Then she put one of her legs across his and laid her head on his chest. Her fingers played with the sparse hairs on his chest. She ran her hand across his chest and down his torso, and her hand slipped underneath the waistband of his shorts.
“Baby, don’t…” He began.
“Shhhhhh,” she whispered, putting a finger to his lips. Anton didn’t have the arm strength to push her away. Her fingers found his hard shaft. He sucked in his breath as he felt her fingers wrapped around his meat. She squeezed his rod in her hands and started slowly moving up and down. He could feel her soft, hot sex pressed against him.
He tried to resist again, saying, “Baby, you shouldn’t be doing this!”
“Shhhhhh,” she soothed. “It’s OK daddy, I know you’re scared, and I promise you won’t hurt me. Just let your baby girl make you feel good.” She was driving him crazy, her fingers going up and down on his shaft squeezing and jacking him. He knew he wouldn’t last long. She went below his cock and reached down further and gently squeezed his balls in her hand and started stroking them with just the tips of her fingernails. Then she went back and grabbed his iron rod and continued jacking it slowly. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. He knew he should put a stop to it, but he couldn’t.
“There, daddy… doesn’t that feel good?” He could only nod numbly. “That’s it, daddy,” she cooed. “Let your baby girl make you feel good. I know you think this might be wrong, but it’s not. We just need to keep this between us.” She kissed him, her tongue tickling his lips. “Our little secret,” she whispered. “It’ll feel so good, I promise you. And I’ll never hurt you.”
She sounded just like a dirty father molesting his little girl, and like that little girl, he was putty in her hands. It was the hottest, filthiest thing he’d ever heard. His eyes were closed, he was experiencing the most indescribable bliss of his life. She was jacking him and he was speeding towards his orgasm. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
She squeezed harder, seeming to know that he was almost there. He moaned louder, and he heard her saying, “That's it daddy… let your baby girl love you… there’s nothing wrong with you letting me love you… we both want this!”
She kept up her work. At this point, he was loudly humping into her hand, fucking her fist as hard as he could. And as he began to lose control, and he felt the seed begin to course through his body seeking its way out, she suddenly put her head down and took him in her mouth and sucked him so hard he thought he was about to die. He could hear her gulping him down as he fired rope after rope of his thick creamy batter right into his daughter’s mouth. She swallowed it as if it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted in her life… to her, it was.