﻿Dating My Daughter

by Pan



Published: 2022-04-23
Updated: 2022-07-02
Packaged: 2024-02-16 22:13:36
Chapters: 6
Words: 44,155
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/DatingMyDaughter/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: A man shows his daughter what she ought to expect from a first date.
Erotica Tags: in, mc, md, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue



	Chapter 1

“It’s important you know what to expect,” I rumbled. My daughter shot me a look.

“Daddy, I’ve been on dates before.”

I waved her objection away, avoiding her eyes. “You’re eighteen now. I want to make sure you understand what a real date looks like before you leave for college.”

“And you think a real date looks like…my father?”

I nodded, and Cherese sighed.

“Sure,” she said, giving me a cheeky grin. “I guess. I mean, if you’re paying.”

I laughed, and ruffled her hair. This was going to be a date she’d never forget.

The next night, my wife and daughter exchanged an amused glance as I left the house, drove around the block, and returned to knock on the front door. It was important that everything was done properly.

My wife answered the door.

“I’m here for Cherese,” I said, resisting the urge to run my eyes up and down my wife’s body. After all, what kind of a man would check out his date’s mother? My daughter deserved much better than that.

“Cherese!” she called out. “Your date is here.”

My wife of twenty years gave my body an approving glance, something I sincerely hope she wouldn’t do to our daughter’s future dates. I had dressed up for the evening, of course, and was wearing a suit and tie. I may have been in my forties, but I kept myself in good shape, and had been told I could pass for someone ten years younger.

My mouth fell open as Cherese walked down the stairs. She, too, had dressed up for the date—she was wearing a tight black dress which hugged every curve of her figure. Her heels were high, and her makeup flawless.

Perhaps a father shouldn’t notice these things, but Cherese was stunning. Even at eighteen, her breasts were already larger than her mother’s, perky mounds that jiggled slightly whenever she moved. And her legs! Cherese had long, smooth, tanned legs that her dress highlighted beautifully.

Her dark brown hair framed her beautiful face, accentuating her large hazel eyes and full lips. I glanced at my wife—she, too, was proudly watching our daughter descend.

As Cherese crossed the room, I couldn’t help but stare at her incredible breasts. They heaved slightly from side-to-side as she moved, straining against the material of her dress. The fact that she was clearly wearing no bra only added to the effect.

I swallowed hard. My daughter, my own flesh and blood had grown into such an attractive young lady; any man would be lucky to go on a date with her.

“Shall we?” I asked, offering my arm. My daughter played along, batting her eyes and looking up at me (even in heels, she still only came up to my chin). I stared her straight in the eyes, and it took her a moment to adjust to the intensity of my gaze.

“No flowers?” she pouted, and I smiled, taking my hand out from behind me. Of course I’d brought my daughter flowers; a dozen red roses, just like the ones I’d brought my wife on our first date.

“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.” Cherese rolled her eyes, but I could see she enjoyed the compliment. “And chocolates,” I added. “Sweets for my sweetie.”

“Stop it,” she said, shoving my arm playfully before hooking her elbow through mine. As I led us towards the door, I glanced at my wife. She was beaming with pride, and I got the sense she was holding back tears.

“Don’t wait up,” I said with a grin, and my wife nodded.

“I won’t,” she said, letting out a happy sigh. “Have fun, you two.”

“We will,” I grinned, escorting my daughter out of the house.

I opened the passenger door for Cherese. She slid inside, giving me a coy look before settling herself back into the seat. We’d gone on thousands of trips together in this car, most of them with Cherese seated in the back on her phone as her mother and I chatted in the front.

Today, she was in her mother’s position, and I knew she wouldn’t be disrespectful enough to pull out her phone. Not while she was on a date.

I closed the door, started the car, and began driving to the restaurant.

“So...what do you think of your beau so far?” I asked.

“He’s cute,” she said, smiling up at me. “Charming. He’s nice to me. But...”

“What?”

“It’s a little weird,” Cherese said, her eyes wide and innocent. “I don’t know if I should say.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Say it.”

“He reminds me of my father,” she replied with a giggle, and I laughed along.

“Not a bad thing,” I said, reaching out and taking her hand. “Your father is a very handsome man.”

Cherese wrinkled her nose playfully in response, and I squeezed her fingers.

“Remember, this evening is to teach you what to expect from a date. Never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you like a queen.”

She nodded, and I shot her a look. “And if your mother likes him, all the better. That woman has incredible taste in men.”

Cherese groaned, and we drove for the next few minutes in silence, her hand resting as comfortably in mine as it had for the past eighteen years.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Cherese’s eyebrows shot up. “La Chevalier?? Seriously?”

“Only the best for my little girl,” I smiled. “I mean, my beautiful date.”

My daughter turned to me, her eyes shining. La Chevalier was the most expensive restaurant in town—she was about to experience a meal fit for royalty.

“Daddy!” Cherese squealed, and threw her arms around my neck. “You’re the best date ever! This will be amazing.”

“You’re welcome,” I chuckled, squeezing her tight.

As we walked into the restaurant, Cherese fell silent, and I could tell she was impressed by the atmosphere. It was dimly lit, with candles flickering everywhere. We were greeted by a hostess dressed in black; she didn’t blink an eye at the age difference between us. I’m sure she’d seen many men on dates with women young enough to be their daughter.

The hostess showed us to our table, a corner booth that looked out onto the street. It wasn’t until we were alone again that Cherese spoke.

“God, this place is so _fancy_ ,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. It was high—at least ten feet above her head—and covered in gold leaf.

“The building was designed by a famous architect, around the turn of the century,” I explained, staring into her eyes. My daughter normally tuned out my historical ramblings, but tonight she was hanging on my every word. “It was originally built as an office for a prominent lawyer.”

“So, it’s old,” she said, and I nodded.

“Old and _very_ fancy,” I joked, reaching out to hold her hand over the table.

When the waiter arrived, we were still staring into each other’s eyes. I was so proud of my daughter; she’d grown into a beautiful, intelligent young woman. My wife and I had done a great job; whoever ended up with Cherese would be a truly blessed man.

The waiter took our drink orders, not blinking an eye when I ordered champagne for both of us.

“You’re going to let me drink?” Cherese asked was soon as we were alone again.

“One of the perks of dating an older man,” I grinned. “Don’t tell your mother.”

“I won’t,” she promised, and leaned back against the red velvet, watching me through half-closed lids. The candlelight made her hair shine in a way I’d never seeen before.

I leaned forward, and reached out to run my fingers through it. Her eyes fluttered shut as I stroked her silky strands.

“Is this how you imagined your first date?”

Her eyes opened, and she shot me a look.

“I told you, I’ve been on dates before.”

“Not like this,” I reminded her. “You’ve been on dates with boys. Children. This is a real date, with a real man.”

“It’s pretty good so far,” she said. “But let’s see how the food is.”

The meal was exquisite, of course. I ordered for both of us: the lobster bisque for Cherese, and a steak for me, cooked rare. I’m a simple man, with simple tastes.

We chatted as we ate, discussing everything from the decor to Cherese’s plans for the future: she’d been accepted into a prestigious art school in Denver, halfway across the country. She was excited about her new life—her mother and I were happy for her, but I knew that I’d miss having her around.

As the evening continued and we emptied the bottle of champagne, my daughter got more and more giggly.

“You’re such a handsome date,” she said, reaching up to caress my cheek. “I bet every women who saw us come in wished they were the one on your arm.”

“And every man wished they were the one taking you home tonight,” I retorted. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thanks,” she giggled. “I thought it’d be fun to dress up. Y’know, for our practice date.”

“Who said it was a practice date? I told you, you needed to know what a real date was like.”

“Right, right,” she nodded, humoring her old man. “A real date. With my father.”

“Exactly,” I said, staring intently into my daughter’s eyes. Cherese’s cheeks flushed pink, and after a minute or two, she looked away.

After dinner came dessert: strawberry shortcake with cream, strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate sauce drizzled on top.

“Mmmmm, this looks delicious,” I said, licking a bit of the whipped cream off my finger.

Cherese shot me a shy smile. “As delicious as your date?”

I frowned, pretending to consider it deeply. “No,” I finally responded. “But probably lower-calorie. You know, if I ate the whole thing.”

My daughter laughed. “Are you calling me fat?”

“Of course not. What kind of a date would that make me?”

She smiled, and took my hand in hers before digging back into her cake with the other.

After we finished our desserts (and the champagne), Cherese excused herself. As she walked away, I watched her ass sway under her tight black dress. Looking around, I saw that I wasn’t the only one staring; several other men were watching my daughter’s figure as she crossed the room.

When my daughter returned a couple of minutes later, the plates and been cleared away, replaced by a small pot of coffee.

“Coffee?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. “Daddy, it’s almost ten.”

“The night’s still young, “I replied lightly, reaching out to grab her hand across the table. “Besides, it’ll sober you up.”

She looked at me skeptically. “Don’t tell me you’re going to take me dancing.”

I laughed as I poured the coffee. “No; that’s a younger man’s game. Besides, you’ve seen my moves. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

Cherese grinned, and took a sip from her cup. She grimaced. “Ugh. That tastes like dirt.”

I chuckled, sipping my own. It was strong and bitter; an acquired taste, perhaps, but I loved it.

“It’s real coffee,” I teased. “Not like the weak stuff you’re used to.”

“Ohhhh,” my daughter said with a twinkle in her eye. “It’s a metaphor for this date. Got it.”

I laughed, but to her credit, she finished the cup without complaining...or calling the waiter over to ask for milk and sugar, as I knew she was dying to.

After I paid the (substantial) bill, I took my daughter’s arm once more and we walked to the entrance. The place was packed—it was a Friday evening, after all, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but I felt like we were drawing quite a lot of attention. Perhaps my daughter more than me; in her tight dress, she was the center of everyone’s gaze.

She was glowing; perhaps because of the alcohol, or the attention, or just because she was being treated like a princess. I’d never seen my daughter look so happy before.

Before we left the restaurant, she took a moment to drink it in.

“Perfect,” she said, her eyes shining. “This was just wonderful. I’ll never forget tonight, Daddy.”

I nodded, a lump in my throat. I knew that I wouldn’t either.

We stepped outside into the cool evening air, and Cherese shivered. I draped my jacket on her shoulders.

“Such a gentleman,” she giggled, and I nodded humorlessly.

“As you deserve.”

As we got into the car, I reached out my hand. My daughter took it immediately, as I knew she would. I didn’t take us straight home; instead, we went on a brief tour of the city Cherese had lived in for her entire life. We drove around the downtown area, enjoying the lights, the crowds, and—more than anything—each other’s company.

When I finally pulled up into our driveway, my daughter turned to me.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said, and I smiled.

I’d heard the words before, countless times. But at the end of a date, they had a whole other meaning. My chest tightened as I leaned forward, my lips meeting my daughter’s.

Cherese’s eyes widened, and she pulled back in shock.

“D-daddy,” she said, her voice quivering. “W-what are you doing?”

I moved my hand to her thigh; her leg-muscles tensed at the contact.

“I told you, sweetie,” I said, staring my daughter in the eyes. “This isn’t a practice date. This is a real date. You had a good time, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” my daughter was forced to agree.

“And didn’t you feel like we had a great connection?”

“I...I guess.” I could tell that she wanted to look away, but her gaze remained locked on mine.

“Plus, I think I just heard you tell me that you loved me. I feel like following that with a kiss would be a pretty natural thing to do.”

She stared at me, her mouth slightly open. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she looked confused.

“But...I’m your daughter.”

“Not tonight,” I reminded her. “Tonight, you’re my date.”

There was a long pause, but my daughter finally nodded. I smiled.

“Good girl.”

I pressed my mouth against hers again. After just a few seconds, her hesitation disappeared, and I felt her hands grab onto my jacket, pulling me closer. I pushed my tongue inside of her mouth, and my daughter moaned softly, before meeting it with her own.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging gently as we spent the next few minutes making out, one of my hands on her thigh, the other firmly grasping her hair. My daughter’s mouth reminded me of her mother’s: soft, sensual, and timid, with just a hint of playfulness. She kissed with passion, her tongue exploring my mouth eagerly, but I could recognize her inexperience.

It only made me want her more.

I broke off from her, and she looked up at me, her face flush and bright.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, stroking the side of her cheek lightly with my thumb. Cherese blushed a deep shade of crimson.

“Daddy...” she breathed.

“You taste delicious,” I said with a grin.

“Like strawberry shortcake and champagne?” she asked, and I laughed. Her nose wrinkled. “Or like dark, bitter coffee?”

“The former,” I assured her, leaning forward to take her mouth with mine once more.

My daughter’s eyes fluttered shut, and her head fell back as I slid my hand up her dress. She whimpered, but made no move to stop me until I reached her panties.

“No,” she throatily objected, her eyes still closed. “Daddy...”

“Cherese,” I said firmly. “Look at me.”

Her eyes opened and met my own.

“This date is about making sure you understand expectations,” I reminded her. “You had a good time, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, but...—”

“And I paid for dinner, didn’t I?”

Cherese nodded numbly in response.

“When a man takes you out for an expensive meal and you let him pay, there are certain things he expects in response. It’s important that you know this, honey.”

There was a long pause as we stared into each other’s eyes. The lights inside the car had long since turned off automatically, but the streetlights provided enough illumination for me to see my daughter.

Her face was a mix of emotions; confusion, embarrassment, and a hint of what I recognized as arousal. Her body was flushed, and her hard nipples were poking through the thin material of her dress.

“What kind of things?” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling. I ran my hand up her leg until my knuckles were brushing against the front of her panties.

“A lot of things,” I said simply. “Would you like me to show you?”

Cherese began to shake her head, but I tightened my grasp on her hair and stared into her eyes. Her mouth was hanging open by the time she replied, her voice a slow shudder.

“…yes, Daddy.”

I broke our gaze, and moved my mouth to her ear.

“Good girl,” I whispered. Cherese shivered in response.

I kissed my way down to my daughter’s neck. She let out a soft whimper, but made no move to stop me. Removing my right arm from between her legs and placing it behind her neck, I held her close as I ran my left hand down to cup one of her breasts.

My daughter’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a small gasp. I slid my thumb over her nipple, eliciting another moan from the beautiful young woman in front of me.

As my fingers found their way between the fabric of her dress and her skin, I nuzzled her neck. My daughter groaned in response to my ministrations.

“Daddy...”

I couldn’t tell if it was a sound of resistance or encouragement, but it didn’t really matter. I continued to caress her breast, and Cherese’s breathing grew heavier.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could feel her large tits press against my palm. Her hips began to rock back and forth with arousal; apparently my daughter’s breasts were just as sensitive as her mother’s. She let out a gasp as I squeezed the firm flesh roughly, my fingertips digging deep into her soft mounds.

It didn’t take me long to find the zip in the back of her dress, and soon I was releasing my daughter’s huge, beautiful breasts to the light of the streetlamps.

My cock throbbed with desire at the sight before me. My daughter’s teenage breasts sat high and proud on her chest, begging for attention. They were larger than her mother’s, but looked to be almost the exact same shape. I cupped them gently in my hands, enjoying how they looked and felt in my palms.

“Daddy...” Cherese moaned. “Please...

Her breath was hot, and I could smell the sweet scent of my daughter’s excitement. Her body was flush with arousal, and I knew she wanted more.

“Cherie,” I said softly, using a nickname from her childhood. “You’re so pretty.”

My daughter’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me with a mixture of shock and lust in her eyes. I smiled as I watched her face.

“Do you like my touch, baby?” I asked her.

“Y-yes,” she gasped.

“And do you want me to keep touching you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, as though she had no choice. “Daddy...”

I leaned forward and kissed her lips.

“Then say ‘please,’ " I said teasingly.

Cherese’s mouth fell open, but she didn’t speak.

“Say please, Cherie,” I repeated, kissing her again. Her lips met mine, but her tongue remained motionless, neither kissing me back nor saying the word I knew she desperately wanted to. Cherese had always been stubborn—I was reminded of her refusal as a baby to eat anything green—but I knew she’d give into her body’s wants eventually.

I squeezed one of her nipples between my fingers, and she let out a soft whimper.

“Daddy...ohhh...” I could feel her fighting herself, fighting her own body’s needs. Letting go of my daughter’s breasts, I grabbed her by the hair once more.

“Now!” I demanded. She whimpered.

“P-pleeeease, Daddy...ohhh. Please! Touch me more. Touch me more, Daddy...I need it.”

I grinned.

“That’s my good girl.”

I kissed my daughter’s cheek lightly, then leaned down to take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking gently. My daughter moaned softly, her hands reaching up to grasp my hair.

“Daddy...”

I sucked harder, rolling my tongue around the tip of her erect nipple, before releasing her and moving on to her other breast.

Cherese let out an incoherent cry as I pulled one hand away from her chest and slid it up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the wetness between her legs.

“Oh, Daddy!” she cried.

“Is that good?” I asked, pressing my lips against her neck. “Are you enjoying our date?”

My daughter shivered, nodding silently as I pulled aside her panties so I could reach the wetness between her legs.

“Good girl,” I said again. I reached out and ran my fingers through her curls, making her moan. My wife has kept herself shaved (or at least trimmed) for the length of our marriage; I was delighted to feel my daughter’s bush was wild and unkempt. It felt warm beneath my fingertips, and her moans grew louder.

I moved my fingers to her clit, stroking it lightly as she bucked against my hand in pleasure.

“Daddy...” Cherese groaned as I rubbed her pussy. “Please, don’t stop.”

“That’s the thing about dating men instead of boys,” I whispered, moving my mouth back to her ear. “They’ll take care of your needs before their own.”

I slid two fingers inside of my daughter’s tight, hot cunt.

“Ooohh, Daddy!” she gasped, opening her eyes in shock. “Oh, _god_ …”

My cock was throbbing with desire at the sight before me. My eighteen-year old daughter, sitting in the passenger seat of our family car, her dress bunched up around her waist, her huge breasts heaving as she fucked herself on my fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, smiling down at my daughter’s flushed face. They were words I’d said a thousand times before, but they took on a whole new meaning as I curled my fingers inside her. “You’re my perfect little princess.”

Cherese moaned loudly in response to this, and I smiled wider. I withdrew my fingers from her, and she whimpered softly as I placed them at the entrance of her vagina.

“You are my perfect, precious daughter,” I said, kissing her gently on the lips. “And I love you.”

She responded by thrusting her hips forward, and I slipped a third finger into my daughter’s hot, wet hole. My thumb was lightly brushing against her engorged clit, and I could tell from the way she was shuddering that Cherese’s orgasm wasn’t far off.

“Oh, Daddy...” She whimpered. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum...gonna cum....oh, god, I’m gonna cum...”

“What do you want, baby?” I asked, stopping the motion of my hand. My daughter continued to try to thrust and gyrate around my stationary hand, but after a few seconds her eyes opened in frustration.

I smiled down at her. “Tell me what you want,” I repeated.

“I...I...” she stammered, her breathing ragged.

“Say it.”

I leaned forward and kissed my daughter’s lips again. She moaned softly, then looked up at me, a mixture of fear and arousal in her eyes.

“P-please...Daddy. I wanna cum. Wanna cum for you. Please, Daddy. I wanna...I wanna cum.”

“Cum for me, princess,” I whispered, resuming my motion. Smooth, consistent motions as I fucked my daughter’s juicy cunt with three fingers, rubbing her clit in small circles with my thumb.

“Ohhhhhhh, Daddy!” Cherese moaned as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She bucked and thrashed, her body shaking violently before finally settling down to a tremble. I kept up my slow, steady pace until I felt her tense, then relax, and her orgasm began to subside.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, just like I’d trained her to as a child. “That was so good.”

I grinned as I pulled my fingers from her, moving them to her mouth and watching as she sucked on them, eagerly tasting her own juices.

“You’re my good girl,” I said again, caressing her cheek.

After a few minutes, I removed my hand from her mouth, and she looked up at me, her eyes full of love. She was glowing, even more than in the restaurant. Her hair had fallen out of place, beautifully framing her flushed face.

“My turn now,” I smiled, moving my daughter’s hand to my crotch. My cock twitched at the contact, even through my most expensive pair of trousers.

“W-what?” Cherese stammered, looking at me in shock. “Daddy, you can’t expect...”

She trailed off, but I didn’t say anything, just silently waited for her to finish her thought.

After a long pause, she did.

“You can’t expect me to...to....to _touch_ you.“

The last two words came out in a shocked whisper, and Cherese’s hand pulled back, perhaps realizing that she already was.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my _father_ ,” she said, her voice a strangled cry. My daughter’s hand hovered over my cock, her eyes wide with confusion.

“Not tonight,” I reminded her. “Tonight, I’m your date.”

A smile crept over my face.

“Plus, I didn’t hear any complaints about me being your father a few minutes ago.”

My eyes flickered down to my daughter’s exposed breasts. Her face twitched with embarrassment, and she made a movement as though she was about to cover them, before deciding against it.

“What about Mom?” Cherese asked, trying a different tack. “Y-you have to be faithful to your wife.”

“You heard her as we left,” I said lightly. “She told us to have fun. And hasn’t it been fun so far?”

As my daughter stared into my eyes, she nodded, unable to deny it.

“Now, sweetie,” I said, my voice turning serious. “This is why we needed to go on this date. I paid for dinner, I gave you the night of your life, and I just gave you what looked like an incredible orgasm. Don’t you think it’s fair to return the favor?”

There was a long pause, as my daughter stared into my eyes. The only sound that could be heard was her heavy breathing, and an occasional car going past us.

Finally, she nodded. “I-I guess,” Her face was beet-red, as much from embarrassment as arousal.

“Why?”

“To be a good date,” my daughter said, and I nodded.

“That’s one reason. Can you think of another?”

Cherese wrinkled up her nose as she thought, something she’d done since grade school. I could practically see the gears whirring in my daughter’s head—I was just about to help her out when she dropped her gaze and answered.

“It’s the right thing to do,” she murmured. “Y-you got me off, so I should—”

“Another excellent reason,” I interrupted, moving my hand down her body to cup one of her big tits. She gasped as my fingers brushed across the soft flesh, then moaned softly as I gently pitched one of her nipples. I couldn’t believe how wonderful my daughter’s breasts felt in my hand, or how sensitive they were. My other hand reached up to squeeze the other, and Cherese shuddered in response. “But even if we hadn’t just been on a date, even if there was no obligation to pay me back for the evening so far, there would be another reason, and I think we both know what it is.”

My daughter’s eyes returned to my gaze, and her whole body slumped. As her plump lips twitched, I knew she wouldn’t lie to me.

“Say it,” I prompted, enjoying the hazy look that came across her face as I ran my thumbs across her breasts.

“Because I want to,” she admitted. “Because I...it feels nice to get someone off.”

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”

She nodded again, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned forward, pressing my lips against hers, and my daughter sighed in surprise, her hands reaching up to caress my hair.

When I pulled away, she looked at me, her eyes moist. My cock twitched as I squeezed her breasts again.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For the date. For taking care of me.”

“It was my pleasure, baby girl,” I replied sincerely.

“N-now...”

She gulped, and it took her a moment to continue.

“Now, I want to take care of you.”

I smiled, leaning in and kissing my daughter deeply again. I felt like I could never get sick of slipping my tongue into her mouth, feeling her resistance fade as I did. Her arms wrapped around me, and she pulled me closer, moaning into my mouth as I moved my hands from her tits.

“You definitely want to do this?” I asked, pulling back and looking my daughter dead in the eyes.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“I want to make sure you’re sure,” I said. “This is meant to be an educational date, after all. It’s important that you don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

My daughter’s mouth quivered for a moment, but a look of resolve settled over her face as she stared up at me.

“I’m sure,” she said softly, confidently. “I want to do this.”

“Do what?” I teased, and Cherese couldn’t stop a grin from appearing on her face. This was a familiar routine.

“I want to return the favor,” she said with a sigh.

“What favor?” I asked, my face the picture of innocence.

My daughter shot me a withering look, and moved a hand to my cheek.

“I want,” she said slowly, “to touch you. Like you touched me.”

“And...how did I touch you?”

She pursed her lips, her face a mixture of amused and frustrated.

“Down _there_.“

In response, I just raised one eyebrow. Cherese rolled her eyes, before continuing.

“On m-my pussy,” she said, only stumbling for a moment. “You touched my p-pussy, and now I want to touch...”

There was a brief pause as my daughter took a breath.

“I want to touch your cock,” she said firmly.

“Just touch it? Or...”

“I want to jerk you off,” she said. “I want to jerk you off u-until you cum.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the proud tone in her voice. She was so determined not to let me “win”—my daughter had always been competitive. Whether eighth grade cheerleading or a first date with her father, she’d do whatever it took.

“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want too,” I pointed out. “We can just sit here together, talk. Or I could drop you inside”

“No!” my daughter cried. “No. Daddy. Please. Let me touch you. I need to touch you. I need to jerk you off.”

“Need, or want?”

“Both,” she said. “I want to make you cum. I _need_ to make you cum.”

She was breathing heavily, her eyes wide and desperate as she looked up at me. My daughter’s arousal was obvious, and I couldn’t resist teasing a bit more.

“What’s the magic word?” I asked, my fingers brushing across her nipples again.

“Please,” she begged, her voice husky with desire. “Please, Daddy. Please, can I touch your cock?”

“Well...okay,” I relented. “But only cos you asked so nicely.”

My daughter swatted me in the shoulder playfully. In response, I pinched her nipples, and her face went glassy with pleasure.

“Go ahead,” I said, grinning at my daughter’s arousal. “Touch me. I mean, if you really want to.”

Cherese looked down at my crotch, then back up, her eyes glittering with excitement.

“I do,” she said earnestly. “I really do.”

I believed her at last, and gave a final nod of permission. My daughter slowly—almost reverently—reached between my legs. Her hand brushed against the front of my trousers, and she gasped as she felt my cock.

“Ohhhh...”

She gripped it lightly through my trousers, stroking it gently, and I watched her eyes widen in surprise. I’m not a naïve man; I knew that a woman as attractive and confident as my daughter must have had some experience with the opposite sex before.

But as I’d been saying all evening: there’s a world of difference between a boy and a man.

“It’s big,” she murmured, staring at my trousers as if entranced.

Her hands were shaking as she squeezed me gently through the cloth.

“Do you like it?”

“I-it feels good,” she admitted shyly. “I like it.”

I smiled. What man doesn’t enjoy a compliment from a beautiful woman?

Cherese had seen my cock before, of course. But not for years, and never hard. Context, after all, is king.

My daughter took a deep breath. She moved her other hand from my thigh where it had been resting, and slid it into the waistband of my pants.

“Do you want me to take them off?” she asked nervously.

“No,” I replied, smiling. “Not yet.”

My hands were still on my daughter’s breasts, gently fondling, enjoying the feeling of her nipples hardening as she played with my cock through my trousers. I felt her struggle, and reached down to unbuckle my belt, giving my daughter unfettered access to the object of her desire.

I could feel Cherese’s warm breath as she leaned forward, moving her other hand to the car door for support. With the impediment of my belt removed, she was able to reach into my pants, and her fingers were soon wrapped around the base of my cock as she began slowly jerking me off.

I moaned softly, leaning back in the seat to give her better access. My daughter was breathing heavily, her eyes fixated on the bulge of my pants.

“You’re so fucking hot,” my daughter whispered, her voice deep with want.

“Language,” I said sternly. She’d sworn earlier, but I’d let it slide because my fingers were deep inside her, about to bring her off, but she no longer had that excuse.

“It’s true,” Cherese replied unapologetically. Her hips were grinding back and forth with arousal; another habit she shared with her mother.

“Still, that’s no excuse for swearing.”

My daughter didn’t reply, instead continuing to stroke me beneath my trousers as she stared at me hungrily. I could see her eyes glaze over, and I wondered if she was getting close to cumming just by touching her father’s cock.

“You are too,” I relented.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she said, throwing me a smile before returning her gaze to my erection.

Cherese continued to jerk me off, her fingers rubbing my sensitive underside, then reaching up to run through the sparse hair at the base of my shaft.

I watched as she looked at me, her expression intense. I felt her grip tighten, and she swallowed hard.

“I want to make you cum,” she said firmly.

I nodded, and my daughter groaned loudly as she squeezed me harder.

“Oh god,” she muttered. “Please. T-tell me what you like...”

“You’re doing great, baby girl,” I said breathily. I wasn’t lying, either. She didn’t have the experience of her mother, but her obvious enthusiasm and the sight of her huge breasts swaying more than made up for it. “I like what you’re doing. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I want to see you,” she gasped. “Please, Daddy—let me see your cock.”

It only took a moment for me to lower my trousers, and my boxer shorts with them. They lay in a heap at my feet, right next to the gas pedal. I was as bottomless as my daughter was topless.

Cherese gasped as she saw my erection. Without my trousers in the way, she was able to get both hands on it, stroking me gently as she leaned forward. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she was breathing heavier than when I’d made her cum.

“I can’t believe this has been so close my entire life,” she said, her hands moving faster, almost frantically. “I can’t believe that for—oh!—for eighteen years, this was within reach. This big, beautiful, monster of a cock was hidden from me for so long.”

Cherese shot me a grin.

“Lucky Mom,” she added, and I let out a guffaw.

“And now it’s mine. Now...now I’m here,” she panted. “Now, it’s mine..”

Her fingers were trembling as she stroked me; her eyes fixated on my erection. She was so excited, so eager to touch my cock. I moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of her small hands moving rapidly up and down my shaft.

“Mmmmmmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned even closer to my cock. Her tits swayed seductively, brushing against the inside of my thighs. My daughters tits bounced with each pump of her hand; her face was flushed, her eyes focused on my cock as she jerked me off

I could feel Cherese’s breath hot on my cock, and I knew that I was close to cumming.

“Do you want to stop?” I teased, unable to help myself. “I feel like you’ve returned the favor. We can stop now, if you want.”

“Nooooo,” my daughter whined—another familiar sound. It sometimes felt like her rebellious teenage period had begun when she was four, and showed no sign of stopping. “Please, Daddy. I want you to cum. Want to make my Daddy cum. Please....”

My eyes rolled back and I moaned loudly. Cherese’s voice was husky with arousal as she continued to stroke me, her eyes glued to my erection, her palms firm against my dick.

“Oh God,” she cried suddenly, her fingers jerking harder. She must have had more familiarity with the opposite sex than I’d guessed, because she’d immediately recognized the signs of my orgasm. My hips began thrusting sporadically as I approached my climax, and then my body went rigid. “That’s it,” I growled. “That’s my good girl...”

I groaned with pleasure as my daughter watched my cock twitch, her eyes glazed over with desire. Her fingers continued to jerk me off furiously, and I couldn’t take it any longer.

“C-cum for me, Daddy,” she begged. “Please cum!”

“Oh, honey,” I grunted as my cock pulsed, sending thick ropes of semen across my daughter’s face and exposed chest.

I groaned loudly, watching as my cream splattered her cheeks, her chin, the tip of her nose, and all over her dangling breasts. She was still pumping me, her hands shaking violently, but she kept going, milking every last drop of my seed.

“Good girl,” I gasped. “You’re my little princess...”

I don’t think I’d ever cum so much in my life. Even the load that had made Cherese in the first place hadn’t been this copious. The sight of it on my daughter’s skin made me smile, and I reached out to caress her cum-covered cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, looking at me with a mixture of lust and adoration. She was breathing hard, her nipples erect again as they brushed against my thigh. She looked up at me, her eyes moist with excitement.

“I love you,” she said simply.

“I love you too, honey,” I replied, leaning in to kiss my daughter. Some of my load had landed in her mouth, but I didn’t care—our tongues met and mingled as we shared saliva and my seed.

When I pulled back, Cherese smiled happily at me.

“Wow,” she said softly. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Good date?” I asked, and my daughter nodded eagerly, her exposed breasts swinging like pendulums.

“It was like a movie,” she sighed happily, then a cheeky look appeared on her face. “Well, a certain type of movie.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Let me get you something to clean up with,” I said.

“No need,” Cherese replied, her voice low and husky.

For the first time that night, my daughter surprised me. I watched as she scooped my cum from her cheek and chin into her mouth, before swallowing it down hungrily.

I sat, a pleasantly-stunned smile on my face, watching as my beautiful, naked, cum-stained teenage daughter moved her tits to her mouth, licking herself clean of my seed.

The last few strings had dribbled down the side of my cock, and she shocked me again, using her tongue to lick my cock clean, tasting what was left on me.

“All done,” she finished triumphantly, giving me a proud smile. It was all I could do not to applaud.

I reached beside the driver’s seat, where we’d kept wet wipes ever since Cherese had been a baby. I used them to clean up the few parts of my daughter’s perfect body that her hands and tongue hadn’t been able to reach. How many times had I used these wipes to clean my daughter off?

None of the other messes, I knew, had been nearly as fun to make as this one.

When I was done, I pulled my trousers back up and watched sadly as my daughter’s gargantuan breasts were put away. Soon, my daughter’s smeared makeup and the smell of our fluids filling the car were the only giveaways that anything untoward had happened.

I left the car and opened the passenger door, gentlemanly offering my hand to my daughter.

“Daddy,” she asked earnestly. “Was...was I a good date? Like, did you have a good time?”

I beamed down at my beautiful, sexy, scantily-clad teenage daughter. “Yes, honey—I had a great time,” I answered honestly, pulling her up and staring deeply into her eyes. “You know how to make a date feel really special.”

She grinned, and her eyes glazed over as she leaned forward to plant a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. “I’m glad you liked it,” she murmured, one hand reaching down to rest against my crotch.

“I loved it,” I replied, my cock twitching as her fingers brushed against the front of my trousers. “As your father, I’m so incredibly proud of my beautiful baby girl. And as your date...”

I paused. My cock had started to harden in my pants, and Cherese’s hand was wrapped around it, stroking me through my trousers right outside my house, where anyone could see.

“Mmm?”

“As your date,” I continued, moving down to kiss my daughter deeply. Her mouth opened willingly, her tongue meeting mine. I could feel her entire body pulse with need as I reached up and cupped both of her massive breasts, fondling them gently while I kissed her on the sidewalk beside our front yard.

“...I’m very excited for our second date,” I finished, pulling away.

Cherese’s eyes opened wide as she realized what I was saying, and her hands tightened on my erection. She let out a long sigh of pleasure as I released her big, firm tits.

“Me too,” she moaned softly, her breath hot against my mouth. “Oh, god, Daddy. I can’t wait...”

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	Chapter 2

We scheduled our second date for the next Friday, a week after our first.

Over the weekend, my daughter blushed whenever I entered the room, throwing me looks that no woman should share with her father. When my wife asked what we’d done on the date, Cherese just went red and started stammering.

“Dinner and then drove around for a while,” I answered honestly, avoiding eye-contact with the women in my life. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she said with a giggle.

“Well that sounds lovely,” my wife nodded. “I’m sure you’ll have a good time this weekend.”

“I’m sure we will,” Cherese blurted out, grinning like a mad woman.

By Monday, however, her demeanor had changed. Her lustful glances were replaced with confusion; just a few days later, anger and fear.

On the day of their second date, I even heard her arguing with her mother about it.

“I...I don’t think I want to go,” she said. I was in the next room, but I knew my daughter well, and I would’ve bet good money that her eyes were downcast, her face pale.

“You have to,” my wife said firmly. It was probably undetectable to Cherese, but I could hear a hint of confusion in her voice. “Your father is so excited about it. Besides, I thought you had a great time last week.”

“Yes,” Cherese reluctantly admitted. “B-but...but...”

She trailed off, and I slipped away before either of the women in my life could catch me.

I don’t know how my wife did it (she really is a remarkable woman) but at eight o’clock, I was informed that my daughter was ready for our date. With a whistle, I made my way out of the house, drove my car around the block, and knocked cheerfully on the door.

My wife opened it, a soft smile on my face.

“Hello handsome,” she said, sizing up the man who was about to take her daughter out. Most of the boys my daughter went out with would likely have resented her comment, or been embarrassed, but I shot a wink back.

“Hello yourself,” I said flirtily, looking around the room. My tone was skirting the line, yes, but not appropriate—I’d made similar comments to my wife’s mother when we’d started dating.

I’d warned Cherese that we weren’t going to anywhere as fancy as the previous week, so instead of a suit, I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I’d still made an effort to look good, of course: my hair was combed, and I’d not shaved for a few days—my wife assures me that I look best with some stubble, and I hoped my daughter agreed.

My daughter, despite her earlier objections, had also put her best foot forward. My eyes shone with pride as she came down the stairs; she was wearing black shorts and a tight white t-shirt that clung closely to her curves.

Last week, she’d looked sophisticated—still young, but you wouldn’t be blamed if you’d mistaken her for a woman in her twenties. Tonight, she firmly looked like a teenager, though an extremely well-developed one. As she was, of course.

My eyes swept up and down Cherese’s body as she walked. Her breasts bounced with each step, and her ass swayed from side to side as she made her way across the room. She had the kind of figure that any red blooded male would love; a full, round ass and long legs that seemed endless.

I let out a sigh of pleasure at the sight of her. She didn’t seem to notice; her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her head held high, her expression impassive.

“Have fun,” my wife said, amusement in her voice. She’d found the idea of a Daddy-Daughter date night adorable from the moment I’d suggested it. I knew that she’d planned to spend the night with our son, watching movies and enjoying his company.

“We will,” I said confidently, staring at my daughter. A flicker of fear appeared in Cherese’s eyes.

It was a nice evening, warm and clear. The stars were shining brightly, and there weren’t many cars out. We drove slowly, my daughter sat in the passenger seat, as far away from me as she could. It almost looked like she was trying to wedge herself in the corner.

I didn’t draw attention to it. I didn’t want to be rude.

Cherese was the first to break the silence.

“W-where are we going?” she asked, her tone nervous.

“I had a thought,” I said casually. “It occurred to me that last week’s date”—I was unable to hide the pleasure in my voice at the words—“wouldn’t really prepare you for dates with boys your own age. That was a more mature date. A more...adult date, I suppose.”

I chuckled. My daughter didn’t join in.

“This time, I thought I’d give you something more typical of girls your age.”

“What is it?”

Her tone was sharp. I frowned—I didn’t appreciate being spoken to that way, especially not by my own daughter—but didn’t say anything. It was clear that Cherese was stressed; I was confident that by the end of the date, she’d be more relaxed.

“Dinner and a movie,” I said, forcing a smile. My announcement got no reaction, and so not another word was said for the rest of the journey, the only sound my cheerful drumming on the steering wheel.

When we got there, I opened the door for Cherese and held out my hand. She froze, staring at it as though it was a snake about to strike.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said gently.

She shook her head violently and stepped back. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide.

I sighed, and reached out to her again.

“It’s okay, Cherie,” I said, and when she finally glanced at my face, she didn’t look away.

We stood there for several minutes, my eyes kindly staring into my daughter’s, until I finally spoke.

“Come on, sweetheart. We’re going to have a great time tonight.”

Cherese shook her head again, barely managing to tear her gaze from mine, but she allowed me to take her hand and lead her into the restaurant.

The place was packed; as you’d expect for a Friday night. I suppose I’d cheated a little—this wasn’t really a venue that one of my daughter’s teenage beaus would take her to. But it was a burger place, so I figured that was close enough. It just happened to be a fairly upscale burger joint. I’d actually taken my wife here on our twentieth anniversary, just a few years earlier.

I’d made a reservation, and the hostess smiled as she led us to the booth in one of the back corners. Unlike our previous date, she’d immediately clocked our true relationship. I like to think that I look younger than I am, but my daughter was so clearly a teenager, the waitress looked like she was on the verge of pulling out a children’s menu.

I slid into the booth across from Cherese, and gestured to the waitress for a beer. Again, not something that a teenager would typically order, but I wanted to enjoy myself.

I wanted us both to enjoy ourselves.

When the server came by, I ordered burgers for both of us, a soda for my daughter, and one of the bistro’s famous alcoholic milkshakes.

At first, Cherese barely touched her meal, and ate very slowly. Every now and then she would glance at me nervously; whenever she did, I’d just meet her gaze calmly. For the first half of the meal, neither of us said a word, just silently munched on our burgers (which were delicious) and stared into each other’s eyes.

After a particularly long staring match, my daughter cleared her throat.

“I...uh...” she said.

I raised an eyebrow.

“If you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to talk,” I said, reaching my hand across the table and softly taking hers. She met my gaze once more, her expression one of confusion and relief.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said, emptying her lungs all at once. “I just...after last time....I....”

I stayed silent, patiently staring into my daughter’s eyes, giving her space to finish her thought.

Instead, she trailed off and forced herself looked away. I could feel her hand trembling, and slid the milkshake over to her. I had only taken a sip so far (it was just as good as I remembered), mostly sticking to my beer.

She looked at it suspiciously.

“Go on,” I prompted. “I promise, I won’t tell your Mom.”

Cherese shot me a look of suspicion, but it softened as I maintained eye contact. We sat there for several minutes, silently staring at each other across the booth, before she let out a long sigh, and moved her mouth to the milkshake’s straw.

“They won’t notice?” she asked, and I grinned.

“Look at this place,” I said, gesturing to the crowded restaurant. “On a night like this, we’re lucky they remembered our order long enough to deliver it.”

For the first time that night, Cherese smiled back. It was like a fleeting ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds.

By the time she’d finished her milkshake, my daughter’s demeanor had changed. Gone was the skittish creature I’d entered the restaurant with; she was back to being my little girl, out on a date with her loving daddy.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” I asked, as she swallowed the last bite of her burger. She smiled at me again, filling my heart with love.

“So good,” she agreed fervently. “I don’t know if I can ever enjoy McDonalds again.”

“Well, McDonalds doesn’t serve alcohol,” I said, lifting my third beer of the evening. The cinema was within walking distance, so I knew by the time the movie was done, I’d be perfectly safe to drive.

“Too bad,” Cherese giggled, and I couldn’t help but laugh along.

I ordered another beer, and we talked about nothing in particular for the rest of the meal. I even poured half the bottle into her empty milkshake glass: she screwed up her face at the first sip, but I noticed that the glass was empty by the time we had to leave for the movie.

When our server brought the bill I felt like I was finally able to relax. My daughter was having a good time on our date, and that was what mattered.

“I’ve got this!” she said quickly, but I was too fast for her, taking the bill before she got a chance. It was a losing battle, really—the server had (correctly) assumed that I was paying, and set it down in front of me.

“I insist,” I said, staring into her eyes. She blushed, opening her mouth to protest...then closing it again as my gaze bore into hers.

“Can we at least split it?” she finally squeaked, and I could tell that it had taken her a great deal of effort to get the words out.

“I insist,” I repeated, and after another minute of watching my daughter silently struggle, her shoulders slumped.

“Good girl,” I said, leaning forward to brush her hair behind her ear. Her blush deepened.

Pulling out my wallet, I paid the bill in cash. Cherese watched the small pile of money with the expression of a mouse warily sizing up a cat.

I’d had to release my daughter’s hand as we ate, but as we left the restaurant I reached out and took her fingers once more. She looked up at me nervously, as she had at the beginning of the date.

Despite my best efforts, a flicker of annoyance crossed my face, and my daughter winced. I sighed.

“Relax,” I said softly. “I won’t bite.”

I’ve never thought of myself as a harsh or punitive man, so—to my mind—Cherese’s reaction was completely unjustified. I’d never snapped at her, or punished her unfairly. What was she so afraid of?

We stopped under a street lamp outside. The street was busy, but people moved around us as we stood for several minutes, staring into each other’s eyes.

“You’re being a terrible date,” I said. My tone was teasing, but there was a truth to my words that Cherese immediately recognized.

“S-sorry,” she said, a sob in her voice.

“It’s okay,” I replied kindly. “This is why we’re doing this. Do you think anyone wants to date a woman that looks at him like he’s an axe murderer? Look at what I’m wearing—do you see anywhere I could hide an axe?”

“No,” my daughter stammered, a watery smile appearing on her face.

“Take a deep breath and try to enjoy the date,” I advised. “You’re only young once. It’ll be over before you know it.”

Cherese nodded, and I stared at her lovingly as she took a long, deep breath. Her nervous smile disappeared, replaced with a real one.

“There,” I said earnestly. “Isn’t that better?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, just loudly enough that I could hear the warmth in her voice.

I smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now come on—let’s go watch the movie.”

Cherese nodded, and we walked to the theatre together, holding hands all the way.

A romantic comedy was playing, something I knew my daughter would love. “I should warn you,” I said, the tension leaving my shoulders slightly as Cherese turned to me without even a hint of fear in her expression. “Most boys your age won’t book ahead. Don’t get used to this.”

“I know,” she said simply. I put an arm around her shoulder, and she leaned against me gratefully, her head resting on my chest.

I bought her popcorn—again warning her that this might not be something to expect from other dates—and she happily munched away while the credits played. She tensed up slightly when I rested my hand on her bare thigh, but when it remained there for the opening scenes, my daughter relaxed again.

The film was surprisingly good; I’d been worried that it would be cheesy or stupid, but the story was actually quite touching. I found myself laughing out loud more than once, and Cherese giggled along as well...although it was hard to say how much of our enjoyment could be attributed to the alcohol we’d imbibed before entering the theater.

As the lights came up, Cherese turned to me, her eyes wide, and I took a moment to appreciate how beautiful she was. Her face was glowing with delight, her full lips parted in a smile, her cheeks flushed pink in the light of the theatre’s exit sign. My eyes darted down to her chest; her t-shirt hugged her breasts tight, and the two points poking through told me that she once more wasn’t wearing a bra...though I suspected the cinema’s air conditioning was more responsible for the hardness of her nipples than anything I’d done.

A flicker of nervousness appeared on her face at my attention, but I squeezed her thigh comfortingly and she relaxed, turning back into the sweet young woman I knew and loved.

“That was amazing!” Cherese said, her tone warm and her smile contagious. “Do you think they’ll make a sequel?”

“You want them to fall in love _again_?” I asked pointedly, and she laughed.

“Why not?”

“Why not indeed?” I echoed agreeably, moving my hand from my daughter’s thigh to her hand. It fit in mine just as well as it had since the day she was born.

Not for the first time that night, Cherese looked up at me as though trying to solve a puzzle. I just met her gaze coolly, and we continued staring at each other as the other patrons filed out around us.

With a small sigh, she seemed to give up on whatever was vexing her, and in response to my inquisitive glance, smiled and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. I laughed softly and hugged her close, feeling her hard nipples against my chest, then led her out of the empty theater.

The two of us made our way out into the cool night and back to the car, hand in hand.

“Thanks for this,” she said unprompted, and I turned to look at her.

“For what?”

“For tonight,” she said. “I don’t know why I was so...why I was so....”

For a moment, my daughter silently struggled for words, before again letting go and allowing her body to relax. Her eyes came up and met mine, and at the sight of my beautiful, intelligent, self-assured daughter, I felt my heart swell with love.

“Tonight’s for you,” I said, staring into her eyes and squeezing her fingers. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, honey. You and Ricky. But you—tonight’s all for you.”

She looked at me adoringly as I opened my arms to hug her.

“Well, it worked. I had a great time,” she said softly into my shirt.

“I did too, baby,” I replied, hugging her tightly and burying my nose in the softness of her hair.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said quietly.

“I’m not surprised,” I said with a soft laugh. “I’m very loveable.”

“No, I mean...”

She pulled back and her face creased with worry, but as I stood and stared at her, calm and unblinking, the look faded and was replaced by a smile.

“What?” I prompted gently.

“I love you,” she repeated quietly, as though trying to wrap her head around the words. “I just...”

She trailed off again, blushing in confusion.

“I love you too, honey,” I said, and she nodded. Apparently that was what she needed to hear, because a serene expression appeared on her face.

We continued towards the car, walking slowly, enjoying each other’s company. When we reached it, Cherese froze as she reached for the door handle, as if afraid to get in.

I waited patiently, but she continued to stare at the car. I moved behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Would you like to walk for a little longer?” I asked, and my daughter nodded frantically, a tear trickling down her cheek.

We walked around the city for at least an hour, chatting about life (Cherese had started picking subjects for her freshman college year, and we were both excited to discuss her choices), movies (I was surprised to learn that besides romantic comedies and horror, my daughter had started getting into foreign film), and our family (a little out of character for a date, but it was nice to share a laugh about her mother and brother’s shared foibles).

An ice cream place caught my attention—well, frozen yoghurt—and we popped in for a sweet treat and a cup of coffee. At first Cherese eyed the black liquid suspiciously, but when I sighingly dumped cream and sugar into it, she shot me a reluctant smile and drank it down without any further resistance.

At last, she started to tire, so I led her back to the car. She entered with only a moment’s hesitation, leaning against the passenger side window as soon as she was inside.

I gave her a minute to adjust before joining her.

“Thank you for this, Daddy,” Cherese said as I got in the driver’s seat and shut her door. “For tonight, I mean.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “And you know I’d do anything to make you happy, right?”

She smiled at me, her eyes shining.

“I know.”

Her smile faded slightly and she grimaced. The next thing she said was slow and strangled, like someone trying to get back on the horse which had previously broken every bone in their body.

“I-I love you, Daddy,” she said, each word a struggle.

“I love you too, sweetie,” I said, staring her in the eyes. She tensed up oh-so-slightly as I leaned forward, but I could practically hear her relax when I kissed her on the cheek.

She leaned against me as I drove, and I put one arm around her as I drove. Despite the coffee, I could tell she was getting sleepy.

“Wake up, honey,” I said softly, stroking her hair. “Date’s not over yet.”

She blinked, looking confused for a second. “Another tour of the city?” she asked, and I smiled, giving her a squeeze.

“Even better,” I said enigmatically.

“Oh, no,” my daughter said as she saw me pull off the main road. We were driving up to the local makeout spot, the amusingly-named Hill’s Point—after a local landowner, Edmund Hill.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked gently, but Cherese didn’t reply. She just pulled away, as if once more trying to hide in the passenger-side corner.

Despite (or perhaps because of) the late hour, there was no shortage of cars around, each of them probably filled with horny teens my daughter’s age. I managed to find a spot, and after turning the car’s engine off, turned to face my daughter.

There were no streetlights nearby, so I turned the car’s interior light on, illuminating my daughter’s fearful face.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, staring intently into her eyes.

“W-why are you doing this?” she asked, a tear running down her face.

I reached out to squeeze her hand, but she pulled back. I could sense that she wanted to break eye contact with me, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

“Because this is a date,” I gently reminded her. “A real date. And dates come with expectations.”

A tear fell from her face onto her bare thigh, and her hands were shaking.

“It isn’t fair!” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m your daughter!”

“Not tonight you’re not,” I replied kindly. “Tonight, you’re my girl.”

She continued staring into my eyes, tears still falling freely, clearly unsure of what to say or do. After a few minutes of intense silence, my hand moved to her shoulder. She let out a small gasp, but did nothing to stop me.

“W-why?” she finally gulped.

I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She flinched at the touch, but as I moved back and resumed gazing into her eyes, she visibly relaxed, breathing a long, shuddering sigh.

“Because this is what a real date is like,” I said. “You need to be prepared for what it’s like to go out with boys your age. Dinner, a movie, and then a few hours of necking at Hill’s Point.”

“H-hours?” she stammered, and I shook my head reassuringly.

“Not if you don’t want to,” I said. “This night’s for you. We can spend as much or as little time here as you like.”

“I-I don’t want to be here at all,” my daughter gulped. “Daddy, p-please...I just want to go home.”

I frowned.

“Well, no,” I said reluctantly. “That’s not really how it works, honey. This _is_ a date, after all. And didn’t you have a good time?“

Cherese’s eyes widened. After a brief pause she nodded unwillingly.

“I know you weren’t in a great mood at the start of the date, but by the end, we were having a lot of fun. Right?”

“R-right. But...”

“And didn’t I pay for dinner?” I said.

“Y-yes, Daddy. But...”

“No ‘buts’, baby,” I said, leaning over to kiss her.

My daughter’s eyes widened as my lips met hers. She stared into my eyes as we kissed, and I could see the tension gradually fade as my tongue tentatively explored her lips.

“Wasn’t that nice?” I asked, and Cherese blushingly admitted that it was. “So I don’t know what the problem is.”

“I...I...”

I was patient once more, and this time it was rewarded.

“I suppose it’s…it’s fine,” she admitted. Her cheeks were red, and there was still a hint of confusion in her voice, but the fear had faded.

“Good girl,” I smiled. “Now, we _are_ at make-out point...“

”We are,” she said.

“And we _are_ on a date...“

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, finally starting to get into the swing of it.

“So...”

I pulled her close to me, and we kissed again. She didn’t hesitate this time, her lips pressing into mine hungrily. The kiss went on for several seconds, then she broke it off, panting softly.

“How are you so good at that?” she asked breathily, and I grinned.

“Years of practice with your mother,” I admitted, before rolling my eyes. “Sorry. Bad form. Mentioning other women on a date.”

“I-I don’t mind,” she replied, sounding surprised by the words coming out of her mouth. “I mean, really you belong to h-her, right? I’m just borrowing you for the evening.”

“What a sweet way to think of it,” I smiled back. “And...since you’ve got me, what would you like to do with me?”

Cherese bit her lip, and I could practically hear the cogs turning in my daughter’s head. Again, she seemed to be surprised by the words that came out of her mouth.

“That was...I mean, that was nice,” she admitted. A sly smile came across her face. “You’re a pretty good kisser. I mean, for an old man.”

“Not tonight,” I said, returning her cheeky grin. “Tonight, I’m one of those oafish teenagers you’ve always dated.”

“I wish,” she retorted. “Then maybe you’d know what TikTok was.”

“I already told you, I have a different clock app on my phone.”

Cherese laughed, and I could sense the last of the tension draining from her body.

She leaned her head back against my shoulder. I could feel her breathing getting heavier, and after a moment she let out an “Oh!” and pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m feeling kind of tired.”

I stared her in the eyes for a several moments; she returned my gaze, unblinking.

“I’m sure you are,” I nodded. “But fortunately for you, I know exactly what will wake you up.”

“Don’t tell me you have more coffee,” she replied, and I shook my head with a grin. Without a word, I turned the lights off.

“Uh huh,” she said in a droll tone. “Making it darker. I’m sure _that’s_ going to...oh!“

With a growl, I’d yanked my daughter towards me, once more meeting her lips with mine. Our previous kisses hadn’t been chaste, but I didn’t hold back for this one—in every way, acting as I was sure the teenage males in the surrounding cars were.

My hands roamed Cherese’s body, sliding down her sides to cup and squeeze the ample curves of her ass. She gasped into my mouth, her lips parting slightly as I rubbed her through her shorts.

After a few seconds, she broke our kiss to gasp, “D-Daddy, nooo...What are you...—”

I cut her off with another kiss, moving my hand to the hem of her t-shirt, slowly pulling it upwards until her large breasts spilled free.

“I love these tits,” I said, giving them a gentle squeeze. “They’re so big and soft.”

I leaned forward, kissing her neck. Cherese whimpered softly, but made no effort to push me away. My hands found her nipples, which had hardened in the cool night air (or perhaps this time I _did_ have something to do with their state).

My daughter’s writhing and sounds of pleasure told me that her breasts hadn’t gotten any less sensitive in the previous week. She was loving her date’s attention.

I squeezed her nipple gently between two fingers, and felt her hips move.

“Please, Daddy...” she whispered.

I smiled to myself, then moved my lips back to her ear.

“But honey,” I murmured. “I thought you were sleepy, and wanted to go home”

“Mmmphh! No, please, Daddy,” she hissed. “Don’t make me beg...”

I grinned again at the desperation in her voice. “Begging,” I said thoughtfully. “Now that’s an idea...”

It was pitch black in the car, but I still knew the exact expression on my daughter’s face. One of grumpy stubbornness, one I’d seen so many times before. I could remember when she’d been nine years old, furiously trying to convince me that she _needed_ whatever the new toy had been.

I hadn’t given in, of course. No matter how hard she tried to resist, I always won our little battles of will.

“What would you like Daddy to do?” I asked teasingly. “Should we go home so you can sleep?”

“Noooo,” she whined.

“What alternatives are there?”

There was a brief silence, followed by an impatient sigh.

“I w-want you to touch me,” my daughter reluctantly admitted.

“Are you sure about that?”

“ _Yes_ ,” she replied in a huff.

“Touch you where?” I asked, barely able to contain a laugh. “On your face, maybe?”

I could hear her swallow hard. “On my...on my privates,” she said quietly.

The words sent a thrill through my body. In the dark, I allowed myself to grin, but kept the excitement out of my voice.

“I didn’t know you had an army...”

“ _Dad_ ,” Cherese groaned, her voice thick with need.

“Mmm?”

“Touch me on my...on my...”

“Foot”, I supplied helpfully.

“No!” she cried, her tone urgent. “My...my boobs. My ass. My _cunt_.“

“Language,” I said warningly, and my daughter let out a frustrated cry.

Her ass was an interesting inclusion. Her mother’s had barely any sensitivity at all, so I’d assumed Cherese was the same way.

Apparently not.

“ _Please_ ,” my daughter begged, sounding desperate. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, and a smile played across my lips as I reached up and gently brushed my fingertips against her sensitive nipples.

“Here?” I asked, and was met with a half-gasp, half-groan in response.

“Yesss,” she begged.

“And...here?” I said, squeezing my daughter’s beautiful ass through her shorts.

“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned.

“And I suppose the rude term you finished with was in reference to… _here_ ,” I concluded, cupping my daughter’s moistness.

“Oh god, _yes,_ ” Cherese gasped as I crudely grasped her groin. She sighed, a low moan escaping from between her lips.

“Then you’d better take these off,” I said, pulling the fabric of her shorts and letting it snap back against her skin.

“Okay,” my daughter agreed without hesitation.

I released Cherese’s body, wishing I could admire its curves in the darkness. In what seemed like no time at all, my daughter gasped “done!” and I reached out to confirm she was speaking the truth.

She’d not only removed her shorts (and panties, if she’d been wearing them) but her shirt as well. For the first time since she was a little girl, my daughter was naked in front of me...and it was too dark to see anything.

I briefly considered turning the car’s lights back on, but decided against it. None of the other cars had their lights on, and I wanted this to be as authentic an experience as possible.

Although I was confident none of the teenage boys around me were as skilled as me at what we were going to do next.

“Come here,” I said, and my daughter obeyed immediately, straddling me with her naked body. My lips met hers once more, and for the next few minutes my hands roamed her body as we made out—one of the most deeply erotic experiences of my life.

Without a dress or shirt to get in the way, I had full access to Cherese’s naked form.

My fingers slid over her smooth flesh, thoroughly exploring my daughter’s body. She gasped and groaned as I caressed every inch of her soft skin. Her breasts pressed into me through our clothes; my hand was on her tit, feeling her nipple grow harder still under my touch.

I moved down to her belly and then lower, until I was rubbing her mound. My daughter shivered, moaning softly as I stroked her pussy lips with my thumb.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please. Daddy...”

“I suppose we can’t stop now,” I said, rubbing my thumb over her clit, eliciting a moan.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Yes, Daddy.”

My other hand had found her tit again, squeezing gently as I continued to rub her wetness. I started moving my fingertip in circles on her clitoris, and Cherese’s hips bucked and thrust against me.

“I’m close,” she whispered. “Daddy...please...”

In response, I kissed her deeply, as if my mission was to get my tongue all the way down her throat. She moaned into my mouth, but I didn’t need to hear what she was saying to know: she was about to cum. My little girl was about to cum at my touch.

With a wicked grin, I pulled back. My mouth, my hands, everything. Cherese went from being expertly stimulated (if I do say so myself) to completely neglected, and it was clear that she didn’t like it.

“Please,” she groaned in frustration. “Daddy, please, don’t tease me...”

I smiled to myself. I didn’t think I’d ever get sick of my daughter’s reaction to my touch.

“What’s the magic word?” I asked.

“Fucker,” Cherese growled into my mouth, before planting kisses on my face, as if trying to drown me with her passion.

I let out a mock gasp.

“It certainly is not,” I rumbled disapprovingly. “I thought you were my good girl. My princess. But you’re just a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Nooo,” she whined, grinding herself against my cock through my pants. I could feel the heat radiating between us.

I reached up to cup her ass and squeeze, enjoying the ripples of pleasure it caused throughout her body.

“Yes you are,” I said insistently. “You’re a dirty, naughty, _wicked_ little girl. Say it.“

“I’m a good girl,” my daughter resisted stubbornly. “I’ll be good for you, Daddy. I’ll be such a good girl for my Daddy...”

“No you won’t,” I growled. “Look at you. Completely naked at Hill’s Point on the second date. There’s a word for girls like you, and you know it.”

“P-princess,” she gasped, trying to move one of my hands to her breast. She was so desperate to be touched, so eager for me to continue stimulating her...but still resisting my implicit commands.

“Princesses,” I said mockingly, refusing to touch her eager tits, “have to be obedient. They have to obey their fathers. They must do what they’re told.”

“Yes, Daddy,” my daughter moaned. “I’ll do whatever you say. Whatever you tell me to do. Just... _touch me_ , please...“

“I’m telling you to be honest,” I said, contining to avoid touching her. Cherese had leaned forward, and was rubbing her dangling breasts against the coarse fabric of my shirt, stimulating herself in the absence of my hands on her body.

“I need to cum, Daddy. Honestly...” my daughter panted. “Please, touch me. I want to come so badly...I want you to make me cum...”

I couldn’t help but smile—Cherese had apparently not realized that she could just as easily reach down and touch herself, make herself cum. Apparently my touch was all she wanted.

But she wasn’t going to get it until I was ready to give it.

“What are you?” I asked sternly.

“Princess,” she gasped.

“What else?”

“G-good girl,” she added. “Daddy’s good girl. A good girl who gets turned on by what her Daddy does to her.”

“What _else_?” I said, reaching up to grasp the back of my daughter’s hair. She let out a strangled cry of arousal.

“A good girl,” she whimpered, “who needs to cum...”

I pulled her head down until my mouth was right beside her ear. “You’re a slut,” I growled. “Say it.”

“N-no...”

“ _Say it._ ”

“Slut!” my daughter cried out, the dirty word sounding oh-so-sweet coming from her mouth. “D-daddy’s little slut.”

“Yes,” I said, reaching behind her to grab her sensitive ass as a reward. “Daddy’s nasty, filthy, horny little slut.”

My daughter groaned, and I could tell she liked hearing me call her names. I rubbed my fingertips over Cherese’s nipples, eliciting another moan of pleasure.

““Filthy little slut,” my daughter agreed. “A bad, nasty little whore for Daddy.”

“Good girl,” I said, moving my lips back to hers.

“Mmm,” she groaned into my mouth, before pulling away. “P-please, Daddy...can your little whore cum?”

“Yes,” I replied in a hiss. “You’ve been such a _good_ bad little girl, I have a special treat. I’m going to go down on you, princess.

She gasped at this revelation, and I could feel her thighs shaking as she began to tremble. “Yesssss,” my daughter moaned. “I want it so much...” She was grinding her pussy against my crotch again, trying to get closer to me, not caring that my clothes were in the way.

My mouth was watering. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

I reached down and grasped my daughter’s slim waist, sliding down in my seat and lifting her above me. It wasn’t exactly the most convenient location to go down on someone, but I figured we’d make do.

“Ow,” she said, bumping her head on the car’s ceiling, then burst into a fit of giggles “Daddy...”

“Serves you right,” I joked. “For being such a wicked little slut.”

I was met with a groan of arousal, one which only amplified as my mouth found my daughter’s pussy.

The ice cream we’d had earlier had been good, the milkshake better, and the burgers great, but none of them could compare to the taste of my daughter.

I licked up and down her pussy lips slowly, savoring every inch of her hot flesh. She was soaking wet, panting as she writhed against the car ceiling, moaning and begging for more.

I gave her what she wanted.

“Oh, Daddy...” my daughter whimpered softly. “Your tongue feels soooo good on me. So good...”

Deciding that I’d teased her enough, I took her clit in my mouth, swirling around it gently as she got closer to cumming. I felt her legs begin to shake uncontrollably, and I sucked harder.

“F-fuck!”

I pulled away.

“Language!” I barked.

“Don’t stop!” Cherese pleaded. “Daddy, please. Please. I’m your naughty little slut. I’m your whore. I’m whatever you want me to be, just please, _please_ don’t stop...“

“Good girl,” I said with a smile, and resumed sucking on my daughter’s hard clit.

I could feel her climax begin, feel her entire body tremble with need as my mouth brought my eighteen-year old daughter to orgasm. Her hips bucked and her fingers dug into the back of my head.

“I’m cummiiiiiinnnnnng,” she cried out, a high-pitched squeal that sounded like a kitten in heat. I was surprised by how loud it actually was; I couldn’t help but wonder if any of the nearby cars could hear us, before deciding that I mind if they could.

Cherese’s juices flowed onto my chin and I lapped them up, relishing in the taste of her arousal. She was so sweet, so delicious...I couldn’t get enough of my beautiful daughter.

I couldn’t believe we had only one date left.

She shuddered as her orgasm subsided and I continued to lick her pussy, moving my a hand to massage her ass as I did.

“What are you...oh!”

I kept my tongue away from her sensitive clit, moving it deep into her wetness as my hand lightly fingered her asshole.

“Daddy!” she gasped in shock. “I...I... _oh_!“

The fresh wave of juices told me that Cherese liked having her asshole played with. I continued toying with it while I ate her sweet pussy.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” I said, between licks. “So filthy. Downright nasty.”

She moaned and thrashed against the car ceiling. After moving one finger to my mouth to wet it, I slipped a digit into my daughter’s tight ass.

“Ohhh,” my daughter groaned, panting. “Daddy...you’re so good...you’re so good to your bad, naughty, wicked little girl.”

I slid my tongue in deeper, tasting her juices and moaning softly as her body trembled against me. My cock was rock hard, and I could tell she was already getting close to cumming again. My daughter truly was a little slut.

I was just glad I was here to guide her through the dating process.

Surprising her again, I shifted slightly in my seat, and began licking her ass, circling around the outside of her anus and teasing her. My daughter tried to pull away, but I held her firmly in place with one hand on her waist.

“Please,” she begged. “Daddy, please! You have to stop. Please, Daddy. It’s too much. Your tongue feels so good on my butt...”

I ignored her pleas, continuing to eat out her ass. She stopped resisting, allowing my hand to leave her waist and travelled up and down her body, squeezing and fondling her exposed flesh, her dangling tits.

“Oh, God, daddy,” my daughter whimpered in frustration. “Stop. Stop, or I’ll cum. I can’t take anymore. Ohhhh, fuckkkk, Daddy...”

“Tell me what you are,” I said, moving my hands to her breasts, squeezing them gently “Mmmmmm,” my daughter moaned. Her body was trembling. “I’m your little slut, Daddy. Your perfect little princess. Your good girl. Your bad girl. Your—oh!—little girl who wants to cum. Who needs to cum...so badly. Please, Daddy. Please!”

With a smile, I let my tongue slip past the rim of my daughter’s ass, as I pinched her nipples. She cried out, arching her back in pleasure.

The inside of Cherese’s ass tasted dark and musky, but far from unpleasant. My tongue darted in and out of her hole as she whimpered softly; her mother had never let me do this, and even besides the pleasure—and sexual education—I was giving my daughter, I was enjoying the experience.

I teasingly paused, just for a moment, and was immediately rewarded by a string of degrading words spilling out of Cherese’s mouth.

“I’m a whorebag,” she gasped. “A cumslut. I’m Daddy’s little cumslut. I’m a dirty, nasty, filthy little...”

Her voice trailed off, and I could feel my daughter shuddering.

“Oh, my, God, Daddy!” Cherese gasped, her voice filled with desire and lust. “I need to cum. I want to cum. Please. Make me cum. Make your little cumslut _cum_...“

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through my entire being, and I began tonguing Cherese’s asshole even harder, pumping my wet muscle in and out of my daughter’s tight asshole as she came.

The orgasm hit Cherese hard, and she bucked violently against me, moaning loudly with each spasm of pleasure as her asshole twitched and contracted around my tongue.

“Oooooooh,” Cherese groaned, “I’m...your whore...your dirty girl...Daddy’s slutty princess...”

She shuddered and trembled before coming down from her climax. Taking my tongue out of her ass and moving my hands from her breasts, I pulled back just in time to catch her as she collapsed, falling onto me in an awkward heap.

“Oh, Godddd,” my daughter sighed contentedly into the darkness. “That was so good. So good...I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I laughed. “Me neither,” I replied honestly. “You still sleepy?”

“No,” she said happily. “I’m wide awake now. If you wake me up like that every morning, I’ll never need to set an alarm again.”

“But I thought you loved TikTok?” I teased, smiling at the feeling of my naked daughter giggling on top of me.

Gripping the back of Cherese’s head, I moved her mouth to mine. She gasped in arousal at the taste of her own ass on my tongue, but instead of pulling back, kissed me even harder.

Without breaking our kiss I began to move my hands across her body again, sliding them over her soft skin and cupping her huge tits.

“Mmmm,” Cherese moaned softly into my mouth, her fingers digging into the back of my head. “Daddy...”

“Time for you to return the favor,” I said, cursing silently as my daughter’s body froze at the suggestion.

Cherese scrambled to cover her nakedness as I reached up and flicked on the car’s internal lights. If anyone was watching, they—like me—would’ve gotten a helluva show for those few seconds.

“Baby,” I said softly, staring into my daughter’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re my father,” she said slowly, insistently, as though each word cost her a great price...but she had to get it out anyway. “It’s...it’s wrong....”

“Did that feel wrong, what we just did?”

“N-no,” Cherese reluctantly admitted, before a grin flashed across her face. “Well, yes...but in a good way.”

“So isn’t it fair that you return the favor?”

“Y-yes,” my daughter replied, as though her response was being torn from her lips involuntarily.

“If this was a date with any other boy, would you even hesitate?”

“No,” Cherese confessed immediately. Not exactly what any man wants to hear about his daughter, but I appreciated her honesty.

“So what would you do?”

“I...I’d suck his dick.”

I smiled, reaching out to stroke my daughter’s cheek.

“So what should you do here?”

There was a long pause, and without either of us saying a word, I knew that the dirty descriptions I’d forced out of her earlier were running through my daughter’s mind. Bad girl. Nasty slut. Dirty little whore.

Obviously I didn’t typically think of my daughter in these terms, but when she was out on a date with someone of her own age—and they took her to Hill’s Point—it was important that she understand what was expected of her.

“What should you do?” I repeated, and with a shudder, Cherese broke.

“S-suck your dick,” she answered, blushing furiously.

We sat there in silence for several minutes, staring into each other’s eyes. My daughter slowly lowered her hands, revealing her beautiful breasts, hungry to be touched.

Any peeping toms that night would be getting a helluva show (just as I was). Part of me almost wished someone was watching; what man doesn’t like being seen with the hottest date in town?

When I could tell that she was relaxed, I let my eyes flick down to her breasts for just a moment. Maybe six.

Cherese was biting her lip nervously when I returned my eyes to her face.

“Are you ready do this?” I asked, and she nodded, making her breasts hypnotically bounce.

“Yes, Daddy,” she responded, squirming slightly.

“Are you sure?” I prompted, and she nodded again.

“Honey,” I said earnestly. “I only want you to do this if you want to.”

“I do,” she replied, matching my serious tone. “I swear.”

I tilted my head to the side.

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

Amused frustration appeared on my daughter’s face as realization dawned.

“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth. “I want to suck your cock.”

I opened my mouth, but before I could even get a single word out, she cut me off. ” _Please_ ,” she said insistently. “Please, Daddy, let your naughty little princess, your filthy cumbag whore, your hot _naked_ slut of a date suck your cock. I want it, I need it, oh baby, oh baby.“

I couldn’t help but laugh at the flat intonation in which she mockingly delivered the last few words, and threw up my hands in mock surrender.

“Fine!” I chuckled. “I’m convinced.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Cherese said tremblingly, before turning her attention to my crotch.

I obviously have nothing to be ashamed of, but I switched the light off nonetheless. The car returned to darkness as my daughter fumblingly undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and released my cock into the cool air of our family car.

“I’d almost forgotten how _big_ it is,” my daughter said admiringly. In response, I just groaned—Cherese had been grinding on my crotch for what had seemed like hours, and the feeling of her small hands on my erection was incredible.

“It’s so thick,” she moaned hungrily. “Such a monster cock, Daddy. I’ll barely be able to get my lips around it...”

Cherese wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking it slowly.

“Touching you like this makes me feel like such a bad girl, Daddy,” she said softly. “Like a bad, dirty, _naughty_ girl. But I can’t stop myself. I love touching you.“

“I guess you’re just a slut,” I replied hoarsely.

“I guess I am,” she replied, leaning forward until I could feel her warm breath on the bare skin of my erection.

Cherese had licked my cock clean the previous week. It had been nice, but I’d been almost completely soft by that point, having just coated her face and tits with my seed.

I let out another long moan of arousal as she began licking my hardness, her tongue circling around the tip, tasting its salty pre-cum.

“Dirty girl,” I murmured, and just got a hum of agreement in response. Cherese moved one hand to my balls, fondling them gently as her tongue moved up and down the sides of my shaft.

“You know, Daddy,” she said proudly, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good at this...”

Again, not something one wants to hear about (or from) their daughter, but I had to appreciate her honesty.

And to be clear, I do believe she was being honest. She probably _had_ been told that she was good at giving head. After all, teenage boys will say anything to a pretty girl sucking their cock.

I, with my years of experience, can tell you…while my daughter wasn’t _terrible_ at head, she was far from great.

Cherese’s mother was the only other mouth I’d experienced previously, and she hadn’t been amazing either. At the start. It had taken good communication on both sides and years of practice before my wife was regularly able to get me off with her mouth.

I was confident that we could my daughter there much faster. After all, this was why we were doing these dates.

For Cherese’s education.

“Slow down,” I instructed, grabbing the back of my daughter’s head so I could guide her. “It’s not a race. I want you to take your time.”

My girl did as she was told.

“Wrap your other hand around the base of my shaft. Move it to the same rhythm but in the opposite direction. Yessss, just like that.”

I smiled, enjoying my daughter’s obedience. Her hands were moving rapidly, sliding along the length of my shaft, occasionally pausing to rub the underside or caress my testicles. Cherese has always been a hard worker and a fast learner, and it was good to know that these traits applied here too.

“You don’t need to stop using your tongue while I’m inside your mouth,” I said, far less tersely than I’d delivered the first few instructions. “And be careful of your—ah!—teeth! _Please_ , honey, use your lips to make sure they’re covered at all times.“

I’d taught my daughter how to walk, how to read, how to write, how to ride a bike. Over almost two decades, I’d learned how to be specifically _her_ teacher, and she’d learned how to learn from me.

I smiled; it was nice to apply our rapport to this whole new arena.

“Take as much of my cock into your mouth as you want,” I said, reaching out and cupping my daughter’s breasts again. She shivered as I tugged gently on her nipples; a sensation that travelled all the way up her body and around my penis. “But don’t go too fast. Slow, deep sucks, and then some light flicking with your tongue.”

I flicked her nipples, to illustrate my point. Also, because I enjoyed flicking my daughter’s nipples. Again, I was met with a very satisfying shudder in response.

“The tip of my cock is extremely sensitive,” I added. “Think of it as the clit of the dick. You want to pay it a lot of attention, but too much direct stimulation can be overwhelming, even painful. You want to...ohhhh yes, just like that.”

A tremor of pleasure ran through my entire body. Sure enough, my daughter was an _extremely_ quick study.

“You’re doing great, Cherie,” I said softly. “Your slutty little mouth wrapped around my manhood is...it feels so good, honey.”

I could feel my daughter’s nipples swell with arousal as I degraded her. She continued to suck, bobbing her head up and down with vigor.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” I added, as Cherese’s tongue slid across the underside of my shaft. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

She moaned, and I could hear the sound of air being forced past her lips.

“Through your nose, babe.”

I fell silent, and for the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard was the slurping sound of my daughter’s mouth as she took me deeper and deeper each time she sucked.

My eyes closed, I enjoyed the feeling of my cock disappearing between my daughter’s soft lips. She squirmed as I played with her hard nipples with one hand, the other still gripping her head, controlling the pace of her blowjob.

When I thought she no longer needed my guidance, I released her head—just as I’d removed the training wheels from her bike just over a decade earlier—and allowed her to find her own pace.

My hand stroked down her spine, over the small of her back, then reached down to encouragingly squeeze her perfect ass.

“That’s it baby,” I groaned, breaking the silence. “Take all of me, suck all of Daddy’s cock!”

She wasn’t there yet, but I could tell she was getting close. As was I; at any minute I was going to cum, fill my daughter’s mouth with my seed, release a huge load down her hungry throat.

But I didn’t want to cum, not yet.

To distract myself (and Cherese) I reached between her legs, and quickly found her throbbing clitoris. She was just as wet as she’d been with my face buried in her pussy.

I could hear her moan with pleasure at my touch, but—like the good little girl she was—she never stopped sucking my cock, not even more a moment.

After several minutes of gently stroking my daughter’s clit, I reached back up to grab a handful of Cherese’s thick, wavy brown hair, pulling it gently. She obediently opened wider, taking more of my cock inside her mouth.

I let out a long moan of appreciation.

It had only taken ten minutes for Cherese to surpass her mother’s skill at giving head.

“That’s it,” I said encouragingly. “You’re so good at this, baby. Keep going. Keep sucking; I’m gonna come soon.”

Cherese nodded, still breathing heavily. I let out a long sigh. I was enjoying myself immensely. My cock had never been so hard, my balls ached with pressure, but I didn’t want to cum. Not until my daughter had taken my entire cock in her mouth.

I reached between her legs once more, this time distracting myself by making my daughter gasp and moan with need.

It wasn’t long before I could feel it. She’d done it. Cherese had done it. She had my cock buried to the hilt.

“Oh, baby girl,” I moaned, reaching forward and grabbing my daughter’s head. “Cherie, you’re amazing! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…“

I trailed off as I felt my cock pulse deep within her mouth. The sensation was electric; I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking my daughter’s sweet little mouth. I couldn’t stop moaning.

Cherese took me all the way into her mouth, sucking hard, as though she were trying to drain every drop of cum from my body.

I gasped in pleasure, grabbing her boob tightly, so firmly that I knew it would probably leave a mark. Marking her as mine. As my date. As my perfect little whore.

“Mmmmf,” she groaned in pleasure as her lips slid up and down the length of my shaft. “Mmmf _mmf_ mmmm...“

She was obviously close to cumming herself. My daughter’s mouth continued rapidly bobbing up and down the full length of my cock. One of my hands stroked her clit as the other roughly manhandled her breasts.

“Cumming!” I finally gasped, my hips bucking as I filled my daughter’s mouth with my thick cream. I could feel her swallowing my cum as fast as I could pump it out. As she gulped down my load, her own orgasm hit, and Cherese let out a low, growling moan of pleasure to match my own.

After what felt like six straight weeks of unloading into Cherese’s mouth, I collapsed back against the seat.

“God, Cherie,” I sighed, “that was incredible.”

I turned the light on again, but this time my daughter did nothing to cover herself up. She sat there, naked as the day she was born (which I’d been there for), beaming up at me, my hard dick still in her mouth. I thought she’d managed to swallow my entire load, but was a small trail dribbling out the side of her mouth and down her chin.

When Cherese had been fourteen, one of her paintings had won a local competition. I could still remember her standing on the stage, accepting the ribbon. Her mother and I had been practically bursting with pride; I remember thinking that I couldn’t imagine being more proud of her.

Until now.

In that moment, looking down at my daughter, I was even prouder than I’d ever been. She’d done such a good job of getting me off, of sucking my cock…she was my beautiful, wonderful, slutty little girl, and I loved her.

I smiled, and reached down to pull Cherese’s head away from my cock. She didn’t resist, instead looking expectantly up at me, her mouth and lips glistening with the remnants of our shared sexual experience.

I drew her face to mine. The taste of my own semen in her mouth again didn’t bother me, and we kissed for several minutes with the lights on, my hands languidly exploring the body I’d helped create, the body I’d lived with for eighteen years, but only truly grown familiar with over the last two Friday evenings.

Well, Saturday morning at that point. The dinner, movie, walking, ice-cream, and then time spent at Hill’s Point meant that it was well after three o’clock in the morning by the time we pulled in front of the house. My daughter was dressed once more, and my cock had been put away before we’d even left the make-out spot.

I could see that Cherese was struggling to stay awake, so I just gave her a quick kiss on the mouth to signify the end of our date.

“How was I?” she asked sleepily as I helped her climb the stairs.

“Honey,” I answered honestly. “You were the best date a man could ask for. I was so proud of you.”

She didn’t stop smiling, even as I tucked her into bed for the eight hundredth time.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she called out as I left the room, her voice slurred with alcohol and exhaustion.

“What for, Cherie?”

“For making me feel so sexy,” she replied softly, “for taking such good care of my needs, and for showing me how much you love me. And...”

My daughter’s sleepy speech was interrupted by a yawn.

“...and for not letting me ruin the date.”

“Don’t worry about that, precious,” I replied lovingly. “Daddy knows what’s best for his darling baby girl.”

Cherese was already snoring by the time I closed the door and went to join my wife in bed.

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	Chapter 3

“What time did you two get home?” my wife asked the next morning, comparing the tired faces of my daughter and I.

“Late,” Cherese said with a yawn.

“Too late,” I confessed. I hadn’t planned to stay out nearly as long as we had.

In response, my wife clicked her tongue and put a second pot of coffee on. As soon as her back was turned, Cherese winked at me. I just grinned in response.

It was a good thing that it was Saturday, because my daughter was asleep again before noon. I took a brief nap myself, to regain my energy.

I was awoken by the distinct feeling that I was being watched. Sure enough, when I groggily turned my head to the bedroom door, my daughter was there, a saucy look on her face.

“Hey honey,” I said, my voice still thick with sleep. “Is everything okay?”

She sat down beside me on the bed. Her hand began stroking my chest through my t-shirt, a soft smile on her face as she traced circles around my nipples.

“Cherese, what’re you doing?”

“I had a really good time on our date last night, Daddy.”

My face broke out into a grin, remembering the movie.

“Me too,” I said warmly. “I can’t wait until Friday.”

“Me neither,” my daughter replied, her hand moving down my shirt until it rested on the crotch of my jeans.

I furrowed my brow. “Baby, no.”

“I mean, I _really_ can’t wait,” she said softly. Her hand had found the outline of my erection (even an afternoon nap will give me so-called ”morning” wood) and was gripping it gently, stroking it up and down.

I reached down and stopped the motion of her hand with my own.

“Patience is a virtue,” I said. “Our third date is on Friday, and...”

My daughter managed to cut me off with nothing but a pout. It was frankly a little impressive.

“What?” I sighed.

“I want to suck your dick again,” Cherese replied warmly. There was a sparkle in her eye, like when she’d been a child, anticipating a trip to a theme park. “Daddy, it tasted so yummy. It felt so good in my mouth. And...—”

“Cherese...” I warned, but she continued as if I’d never spoken.

“And don’t you think I should practice?” she said. “I mean, you’re always telling me, practice makes perfect. Doesn’t it make sense for me to keep my skills up? If I’m going to be sucking cock, I need to stay in good form.”

She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my arm as she spoke. I held up my other hand, avoiding her gaze. At last, my daughter fell silent.

“Honey,” I sighed. “We talked about this last night. This is your mother’s time. Dates are a special time for you and me; outside of that, you’re my daughter. It’s not appropriate for you to be...”

I trailed off, twisting my mouth.

“...doing that,” I eventually finished.

My daughter looked crestfallen, but—never one to give up easily—kept going.

“Mom’s not home,” she said, turning her huge doe eyes on me.

“That’s not the point,” I said. “Your brother could walk in, and—”

“Rick’s not home either,” Cherese interrupted. Her confidence was back, and she was picking up steam. “It’s just you and me...”

She moved her other hand to my thigh, and I rolled my eyes.

“This isn’t a date,” I said again. “We can’t just go around getting each other off whenever we feel like it.”

A wicked grin appeared on Cherese’s face, as though a pair of aces had just come out on the flop—and she was holding pocket rockets. I narrowed my eyes, staring down at her hands on my legs. After I gave her a nod of permission to speak, she continued..

“Last night…” she said, her voice like melted butter. “You got me off twice with your mouth...and I only got you off once. I owe you, Daddy.”

Her grip tightened on my thigh, and she moved in for the kill.

“It’s only fair,” she said insistently, and after a moment’s thought, I sighed.

She had me there.

“Fine,” I said shortly. A glance at the clock told me that my wife wouldn’t be home for at least forty minutes—she was picking Rick up from band practice, all the way across town. “But you’ll have to be quick about it.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” my daughter squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. The movement made her tits bounce, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them, remembering how lovely they’d looked the previous night in the dim light of our family car.

Cherese, seeing where my attention had been drawn, lowered her hands to take off her shirt, but I reached out and stopped her.

“Just head,” I said insistently. “One orgasm. To pay me back. Nothing else.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed. But like a rubber ducky in the bath, you couldn’t keep my daughter down for long. Just a few moments later, the grin was back on her face as her hand moved from my thigh to my crotch.

I could see her nipples hardening under her t-shirt.

“I’m going to remember everything you taught me, Daddy,” she said excitedly, dropping to her knees beside the bed.

“Oh, so you _were_ listening?“

Cherese rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify my comment with a response. Her eyes lit up as my cock came into view; if I hadn’t already been hard from the nap, the sight of my daughter’s huge breasts bouncing would have done it.

“Lots of teeth, right?” she asked, looking up at me wide-eyed. I was staring at her tits, at my own cock—anywhere that wasn’t my daughter’s eyes—but I couldn’t help myself, and laughed at her idiocy.

“That’s right,” I said. “And no tongue.”

“Perfect,” she smiled, but—knowing when to take a joke too far—did the exact opposite as she lowered her mouth over the head of my cock.

My daughter let out a long, whimpering sigh of delight as her lips closed over my erection, her fingers fondling my balls through my underwear.

“Mmmm,” I sighed as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth on my dick. With her eyes closed, I felt comfortable looking at her face. Her lips, stretched around my hard-on, held a smile of complete satisfaction as she began expertly blowing me.

She’d picked it up so fast; my Cherese really was a smart cookie. No wonder she’d had her choice of scholarships.

I felt her hand moving around my shaft, stroking it up and down in time with the motion of her bobbing head. My daughter’s mouth was hot and wet; I moaned at the memory of her clit in my mouth the previous evening, making my daughter cum long and load with my tongue.

I glanced down at Cherese lovingly, her dark brown hair framing the beautiful features of her face. She was still kneeling on the floor, her hand playing with my erection while she sucked me off. She was wearing a sundress she’d bought a few years earlier, before her tits had more than doubled in size.

Her chest was far too large for the outfit now, and I could clearly make out the outline of her nipples as they pressed against the fabric. I reached down, feeling her big soft boobs, cupping them in my hands gently.

I’d never seen anyone as beautiful as my daughter.

She let out a sigh, and I felt her throat vibrate around my cock.

“God, Daddy,” she groaned, pulling my cock out of her mouth to stare up at me imploringly. I averted my gaze immediately. “You’re so _big_. I’ve never sucked a cock as large as yours. I’ve never even _seen_ a cock so big...“

I held up one hand, and Cherese fell silent. I didn’t need to hear about the long list of cocks my daughter has sucked.

“Keep going,” I said, my voice husky with lust. “Show me how much you love sucking Daddy’s big, hard cock.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her eyes shining with pride.

She took my cock back in her warm, wet mouth, and began to suck me again. One hand continued to stroke me, keeping the pace slow, occasionally slipping down to tease my balls with a single finger.

Cherese’s other hand moved between her legs. I’d seen that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but it quickly because clear that my daughter wasn’t wearing panties either. I cocked one eyebrow at the sight of her curly pubic hair—which I’d been picking out of my teeth all day. That was one advantage of my wife’s preference for a bald pussy.

My daughter noticed me looking, and grinned.

“I’m practicing, Daddy,” she said breathily, talking around my cock. “It’s important to stay in practice.”

I smiled, and nodded. She wasn’t wrong, of course. It just wasn’t appropriate to practice with one’s father.

This was different, obviously. This was making sure we were even.

Cherese started bobbing her head faster, taking me deeper into her mouth with each pass. I groaned with pleasure. My brilliant, buxom, beautiful daughter was on her knees in front of me, blowing me in my marital bed.

“Oh God,” she sighed as her hands kept working my cock. Her fingers were moving in a blur between her legs, and I reached down to grab her tits firmly through the dress. She moaned softly around my dick.

“Daddy...?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Is it okay if I cum while I...”

I couldn’t make out the last few words, but I suspected they were ‘suck your dick’, possibly followed by a ‘please’ or six.

I smiled down at her.

“No, honey.”

My daughter’s mouth paused on my dick as she looked up at me, the expression of surprise clear on her face. I focused my attention above her eyes, on her hairline.

“No?”

“No,” I repeated, gently shaking my head. “Giving head is about pleasuring someone else. If you get off while you’re doing it, you’re going to get distracted, and stop giving a hundred percent. I didn’t jerk myself off while I was going down on you last night, did I?”

“N-no,” my daughter moaned, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.

“You can cum when you’re done, or while I’m cumming, like you did last night.”

I frowned as a thought struck me, but it flitted away again as my daughter—apparently incentivized by the promise of an orgasm—redoubled her efforts.

“Oh, god,” I moaned. I’d realized the previous night that my daughter was already better at giving head than my wife, but apparently when Cherese wasn’t sleepy or tipsy, she was that much more proficient again.

The sensation of Cherese’s hot mouth on my cock was almost too much. Her beautiful, talented tongue was making my toes curl. I couldn’t believe that almost nineteen years ago, in a night of passion with my wife, I’d _made_ this beautiful creature on her knees in front of me. I’d made made that tongue, that mouth, those incredible tits.

I ran my hands over my daughter’s tits, squeezing them roughly and pinching her nipples as I watched her her head bob back and forth.

“Mmmm,” she groaned around my cock. My daughter was moaning with every stroke of her mouth. Her hand was between her legs, but I noticed that she wasn’t playing with her clit; despite what I’d said the previous night, she really was a good girl. To ensure she didn’t orgasm too early, she was teasing herself, running a hand up and down her beautiful pink pussy-slit, and occasionally dipping two fingers into her wetness.

“You’re sooo big,” she whimpered, sucking me harder and faster. “So _big_.“

Her hand moved to my balls, stroking them gently, while her mouth sucked me hard and fast. My cockhead pushed against the back of her throat, and I felt my own climax approaching.

“God, baby!” I gasped. “That feels good!”

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned, long and loud. It was a good thing that my wife and son weren’t home, because they definitely would have heard us.

The feeling of Cherese’s hot mouth on my cock sent me over the edge; I thrust upwards and felt my balls tighten. My daughter reacted immediately, sucking harder as she sensed my impending climax.

Her hand immediately moved to her clit, rubbing it furiously.

I let out a strangled moan at the sight, and my cock pulsed inside her mouth, shooting load after load into her warm wet mouth. I groaned with pleasure as Cherese dutifully swallowed my sperm down, remembering how eagerly she’d shoveled it into her mouth after our first date.

My orgasm was immediately followed by my daughter’s; she released me from her mouth and moaned loudly, her body shaking in delight.

“Oh, Daddy,” she sighed as her orgasm crashed over her, a look of pure bliss on her face. My hands were still on her huge boobs, and I did what I could to guide her orgasm, part of me wishing it was my hand between her legs instead of hers.

“Daddy, you...you...”

She trailed off, panting.

“Yes?”

My daughter looked up at me, her eyes shining with lust. I quickly looked away.

“I love your cum, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “It tastes soooo gooood.”

I smiled in response. “You once told me that everything I made tasted disgusting.”

It’s true; I’m a terrible chef.

Cherese laughed. “Looks like we’ve found the exception that proves the rule.”

She got up from the floor and jumped into bed with me, curling up against my body like she had as a little girl. I put an arm around her and drew her tight, enjoying the post-coital cuddle with my daughter.

“That was so good, Daddy,” she sighed happily, then craned her neck to look up at me. “Are you sure we can’t do this outside of our dates?”

“Quite sure,” I said firmly, then remembered what I’d realized earlier, and tensed up.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Well,” I said reluctantly. “There may be an exception.”

My daughter’s eyes lit up, and a pleading look appeared on her face.

“Tell me tell me tell me,” she begged.

I rolled my eyes at her theatrics, and moved a hand onto her breast to silence her. It worked.

Qs I’ve said before, I know my daughter.

She pushed her body forward, as if trying to get more of her huge boob into my hand, and I explained shortly.

“So I let you suck me off just now because...well, you owed me one from our date last night. But...”

Cherese raised her eyebrows as she realized what I was getting at, and a broad smile appeared on her face.

“You got me off again with your hands,” she said dreamily. “While I was sucking your big ol’ donkey dick.”

I winced at the expression. I have no idea where kids these days get some of these expressions.

“Mmm-hmm,” I grunted in response. “Which means, technically...”

“I can give you another handjob before our next date,” my daughter replied with glee. “Now?”

I laughed. “Honey, this is the disadvantage of being an old man. I couldn’t go right away if I wanted to. Besides, your mother will be home in...”

I glanced at the clock.

“...fifteen minutes, if not sooner. No, it’ll have to be later.”

Cherese nodded. “Come into my room tonight when Mom’s asleep,” she said breathily. “I’ll be ready.”

My brow furrowed. “This is starting to feel a lot like sneaking around,” I muttered uncomfortably, and my daughter rolled her eyes.

“Not at _all_ ,” she said. “But we can’t do it on Mom’s time, and Mom’s time definitely ends when she’s asleep. Right?“

“I guess,” I sighed, and my daughter nodded decisively.

“Tonight,” she said. “My room.”

Her face broke into a wide grin.

“I can’t _wait_.“

My wife is a heavy sleeper, so as soon as she began snoring, I made my way into my daughter’s bedroom. I’d expected her to be waiting for me, but I hadn’t expected her to be completely naked. My eyebrows shot up at the sight as I stared at her nude form. Cherese smiled and blushed at my reaction.

“I didn’t want to make a mess of my clothes,” she said, and I smiled and rolled my eyes. My daughter has always been good at bending rules to her favor. That’s why I was here, my wife asleep just two doors down the hall.

“We have to be quiet,” I reminded her. “Your brother and mom are sleeping...—”

“I know, Dad,” Cherese responded in a stage whisper. She dramatically tiptoed towards me, the motion causing her breasts to bounce pleasingly.

I was starting to suspect any movement made my daughter’s breasts bounce pleasingly.

She paused a foot in front of me, and did a quick pirouette.

“W-what do you think?” she asked shyly, and I realized her blush wasn’t just limited to her face; her collarbone and chest were also flushed red with nervousness and arousal.

I resisted the urge to make a joke, and spent a moment to assess my daughter’s naked body. This was my first time seeing her full form in proper lighting since she’d hit puberty.

I started with my daughter’s face, leaning forward to look at it more closely than I’d ever looked a her—or anyone’s—face in my life. Her brown curls framed her feminine features; the curve of her cheekbones and chin, the shape of her nose, were all so feminine and appealing. Her eyes were a deep hazel color; I avoided looking into them directly, but I could still see how they sparkled when I ran my finger across her lower lip.

“I love your eyes,” I murmured. “Ever since the day you were born, I’ve loved your big, beautiful eyes.”

My daughter responded with a giggle, and I smiled, moving my attention to her lips. They were plump and full, as pretty as any girl’s I’d seen. They were slightly parted as she waited for my assessment, and my cock twitched as I remembered how they’d felt around me earlier that day—and the night before.

I resisted the urge to kiss them, or slip a finger into Cherese’s mouth and watch her suck it. Instead, I ran my finger across her cheek and down her neck. My daughter’s neck was flushed and slender. I’d bene careful not to leave any hickeys while making love to it with my mouth, but it hadn’t been easy. She was so pale; I knew how easily she’d bruise, how beautifully the marks would stand out on her long, gorgeous neck.

“Your skin feels so nice,” I murmured. “And you smell amazing.”

“It’s called moisturizer,” my daughter whispered back cheekily. “I get you some for Christmas every year.”

“And every year, I put it on the pile with the others,” I replied, before turning my attention to her hands. I’d also felt these around my cock that day, and the night before—but not just my cock. On my chest, my back, my neck. It felt like there was no part of my body that my daughter hadn’t run her fingers over.

Cherese’s fingers were slim, and her nails were painted a light pink. Her hands felt so small on my erection, but she had such strength. I took one of her hands in mine, squeezing it once before releasing it, watching it dangle beside her small stature.

There was at least one part of my daughter’s figure that wasn’t small—Cherese’s tits looked huge on her petite frame. They jiggled as she danced nervously on the spot, awaiting my verdict. Her breasts were so soft and round; whenever I saw them filling out a top, my hands ached to touch her, remembering how amazing they’d felt to play with.

I reached out and cupped one gently, admiring the softness and weight of my daughter’s tits. My hands found her nipples, hard and pink, and I squeezed, eliciting a gasp from my daughter before I directed my attention further south.

Her stomach was flat, and she had a small, cute belly button. I remembered years of blowing raspberries on that belly when she was an infant, before she’d developed into the beautiful, sexy, fully-formed woman standing before me. Now, I couldn’t see my daughter’s stomach without remembering it tensing in orgasm, or how it had felt to run my hand across it as I explored her naked body.

I reached out and stroked her belly, tracing the shape of her navel, making her shiver.

My daughter’s feet were bare, and her legs were long and toned; far longer than made any sense, considering her short stature.

“You’re sooo tall,” I murmured, unable to resist, and she giggled.

“Someone in this family needs to be able to reach the top shelf in the kitchen,” she responded. I let out a light chuckle as my daughter waited patiently for me to finish my assessment.

Her legs were smooth and tan; Cherese had done several years of dancing, but they weren’t a dancer’s legs. She had the legs of an athlete, with the kind of muscularity you don’t find in dancers.

I slid my hand up her leg, feeling the muscles flex as I moved closer to her pussy, stopping before I reached it. She gasped.

“Daddy,” she pleaded, but I removed my hand and walked around to admire her from behind.

Cherese stood and waited, appreciating the seriousness with which I was treating her request.

I stopped for a moment to admire her ass. God, her ass. There was only one word for it: divine. Round and firm, jutting out perfectly from below her tiny waist.

“It’s so pretty,” I said softly, wondering how much my admiration was colored by the fact that less than twenty-four hours earlier, I’d had my tongue in it, felt it seize around my tongue as Cherese had cum.

No, I concluded. No, even without knowing how wonderfully sensitive it was, it was impossible to deny: my daughter had a gorgeous ass.

I reached out and gave it a short, sharp slap. Cherese gasped, and I amused myself by shushing her.

Strolling back to the front of the naked woman in front of me, my attention was drawn to my daughter’s pussy.

Cherese’s lower lips glistened with wetness. They had a tiny tuft of dark fuzz above them; I could see the pink flesh between her outer and inner labia, and my eyes lingered there. It looked so beautiful, smooth and wet. I could remember how it tasted, how it smelled...the feeling of it as she came around my fingers the previous evening was burned into my memory.

I knew that no matter what else happened in my life, I’d never forget that feeling.

My daughter’s lips were swollen with arousal, inviting me to explore…but that was what had gotten me here this evening, so I forced my attention away from her slit

The rest of her body was equally as lovely. Even though she was only eighteen Cherese’s curves and slender build showed she would be a stunner for many more years yet. She still had a little baby fat, but it only served to accentuate her innocence. It was clear that she’d always be beautiful, but as I stared at my daughter’s naked form, I wondered if I was seeing her at her peak.

I reached out and cupped one breast again, my hands enveloping her soft weight. My daughter sighed in pleasure, and I grinned at her reaction.

“W-well?” she asked nervously. I avoided her gaze, running my eyes up and down her body for a final assessment.

I shrugged noncommittally. “You’re definitely in my top two best-looking children,” I offered, and for a moment Cherese was torn between wanting to hit me or laugh, eventually deciding on both.

As I fended off my laughing daughter’s attack, I gave my real answer. “You’re perfect, Cherese,” I told her honestly. “You have an absolutely perfect body. Perfect face, perfect ass, perfect legs, perfect stomach, perfect pussy.”

I paused for effect, before finishing.

“You just need to get your tits done.”

“What!?” my daughter exclaimed, her face going red as she realized that I was teasing.

“No,” I said softly. “They’re incredible. _You’re_ incredible. I’ve seen naked women before, but never one as beautiful as you.“

My daughter raised one eyebrow. “Uh huh. Sure, Dad. You’re a real stud. How many women did you date before Mom again?”

“You’re forgetting Rebecca Maloney,” I smiled, and Cherese laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Oh yes, of course. Your long-distance high school girlfriend that no one ever met.”

“She lived in Canada,” I said with a throaty chuckle, looking away as my daughter’s eyes met my own.

Cherese stepped closer to me, smiling up at me as she ran her hand over my cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “You...you make me feel so beautiful.”

My heart smiled at her words, and I felt a tear beginning to form in the corner of my eye.

“You are beautiful, baby girl. You’re so perfect.”

Cherese grinned and bit her lip. “Let’s do this,” she whispered, and I nodded.

“On your bed?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “Every night when I’m sleeping here, I want to remember the time you came on me. The time you covered my body with your hot cum. God, Daddy...I’m so excited. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” I beamed.

Cherese reached out and caressed my cock through my pants, making it twitch in response. She giggled, and I knew both of us were remembering how it had felt when she’d touched it earlier that day.

“It’s so hard already, Daddy.”

“I told you; I really do think you’re beautiful.”

Cherese dropped to her knees in front of me. I was wearing pajama pants, and so it took no time at all for her to have my cock out, staring her in the face in her childhood bedroom. Slowly, reverently, she wrapped a fist around it.

My daughter was a teenager, but traces of childhood were still visible all around her room. The stuffed toys on her bed, a poster of a band she’d loved as a thirteen-year old, her collection of books and magazines and comics she’d not read in years.

I knew there was a box in her closet filled with clothes she’d long since grown out of: a pink tutu, a pair of yellow tights, a tiny white dress. She’d looked adorable in all of them, but as I looked at my naked daughter kneeling in front of me, it was imposible to deny: this was her best look by far.

“I love your body, Daddy,” she murmured softly as her fist worked up and down my shaft. “Your cock feels amazing.”

“Your hand feels amazing,” I smiled down at her. “And remember—hand only, tonight.”

Cherese pouted, but nodded obediently. “Yes, Daddy,,” she promised.

I hadn’t been flattering her; my daughter’s hand really did feel incredible, wrapped around my hard cock. She’d required some coaching to give good head, but her handjobs had been immediately impressive.

As I watched my daughter slowly pump her hand up and down my erection, I realized that I probably didn’t want to think too hard about why she was so good at this.

I’d cum earlier that day— _and_ the previous evening—so I knew it would be a while before I could get off again. “Do you have any lube?” I asked, and my daughter nodded. I watched as she leaned forward and began running her tongue up and down my shaft.

“Hand only!” I warned her, and Cherese froze, looking up at me banefully. I closed my eyes as her gaze met mine.

“It’s just my tongue,” she said innocently, and I shook my head. “C’mon,” she pleaded. “I used my tongue on our first date, and that wasn’t a handjob.”

I sighed. Cherese could’ve been the Last Avatar: a Rulebender. My daughter’s brain and a set of malleable restrictions was a deadly combination.

“Fine,” I relented. “But tongue _only_.“

“Thank you Daddy,” she said happily. I opened my eyes just in time to see her pink tongue darted out, teasing the head of my cock and coating the sides with saliva.

Cherese’s hand resumed moving in a long, slow stroke, and I sighed with pleasure as she moved her hand up and down, enjoying the feeling of being touched by my daughter.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, and she smiled.

“Are you _sure_ we can’t do this outside of date nights?” she asked softly as her fingers glided across my tip, tracing every vein. “It isn’t hurting anyone...“

I shook my head firmly, watching my daughter’s beautiful face stare lovingly at my erection as she pumped it. “It’s not fair to your mother,” I reminded her. “We’re married.”

“We’re family,” she retorted.

“Not when we do this,” I said gently. “This is an extension of the date.”

My daughter sighed in disappointment. “You’re such a tease,” she muttered, causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

“That word,” I said. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”

Cherese grinned, and began stroking my dick more intensely in response. Her eyes stared at my bulbous head as her fingers moved faster and faster, and I saw lust mixed with excitement in their depths as she stared wantonly at the cock which had originally produced her.

She was squirming as she continued to do all she could to pleasure my dick, and I realized that my daughter was getting close to cumming. Without so much as touching herself, Cherese was on the verge of cumming, just from stroking her father’s cock.

“Are you close, Daddy?” she panted, one hand cupping my balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. “I want to move onto the bed when you’re close.”

“Not yet,” I murmured. “But it looks like you are. Remember, you aren’t to cum until I do.”

“I know, Daddy,” my daughter breathed, her eyes never leaving my penis as she continued to slowly pump it. “God, it’s so big. I love your cock. So big and hot and hard.”

“For you, sweetie,” I told her, and she flushed at my words. “It’s hard for you.”

She squeezed her fist tight around me, and I felt her hand tremble. “Don’t cum,” I warned her again, and she nodded frantically.

“Won’t cum,” she gasped. “Won’t...cum...until Daddy does...oh, _god_.“

I raised one eyebrow. Even as she pantingly promised not to, I could tell my daughter was cumming. To her credit, her hands never left my erection. She kept pumping me right through her orgasm, as her body shuddered with climax, just from kneeling naked on the floor and stroking my cock.

“Oh, God,” Cherese sighed, before opening her eyes and peering up at me guiltily.

“Honey bee,” I asked slowly, my gaze fixated on her naked body. “Did you just cum?”

“N-no,” my daughter lied, her neck turning red. “Just excited to be touching you.”

“Uh huh,” I drawled. “Cherese, I’m not going to ask you again: did you just cum?”

“Yes,” she replied, hanging her head in shame. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I sighed, and moved my hand to stop hers. My naked daughter’s eyebrows shot up.

“No,” she whined. “Daddy, please...you said I could jerk you off. You _said_.“

“And you can,” I replied flatly. “But you know that actions have consequences. Now, get up.”

My daughter bit her lip, but she obeyed, reluctantly letting go of my cock. I pulled up my pajama pants and sat on her bed, and she gazed hopefully at the bulge of my my erection.

I slowly shook my head; as soon as my daughter noticed, her shoulders slumped, but she stood up straight and walked over to me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, sitting beside me. “You were just so _big_ and _hard_ , and it felt so _good_ and it tasted so _nice_...“

I smiled, my hand reaching out to caress her cheek.

“It’s okay, darling,” I said. “I’m not mad. But you did something wrong, and that means you have to be punished.”

Cherese’s eyes widened as I patted my lap.

“R-really? But...I haven’t been spanked since I was eleven.”

“You haven’t deserved it since then,” I replied honestly. Her last spanking had been for stealing a candy bar from the snack drawer and then lying about it. Breaking a known rule was one thing, but dishonesty was completely unacceptable, and my daughter knew I wouldn’t stand for it.

Cherese’s eyes went wide as I patted my legs again, and I saw her swallow nervously.

“I...I don’t want to do this,” she said softly.

“Good,” I smiled.

“G-good?”

“Mmm-hmm. It’s a punishment, sweetie. If you wanted to do it, it’d be a reward.”

My daughter hesitated, and for a moment I thought she was going to object. I gently took hold of her cheek, and turned her face to mine. She stared into my eyes, her hazel gaze filled with uncertainty.

We sat there for several minutes, me in my pajamas, my daughter sitting naked next to me on the bed. Neither of us said anything, we just stared in silence, until finally Cherese let out a long, shuddering sigh.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said, leaning forward and meeting her lips with mine.

It wasn’t a kiss of passion; my tongue didn’t urgently begin exploring her mouth. It was a kiss of love, of gentleness. Cherese’s mouth parted, allowing me access, and I firmly, slowly, kissed her. Not as a date, or as a lover, but as her father. As her father, who knew what was best for her.

As my daughter melted into my kiss, I moved my hand to cup her breast, my fingers squeezing her soft tit flesh as I continued my loving kiss. She moaned, her body trembling as my lips pressed against hers, and I felt her hands reach up to touch my head.

My tongue licked her lips slowly, then found hers for a soft, gentle dance. My hand squeezed her nipple, and I could feel the tiny nub hardening under my palm. My other hand was tracing patterns on Cherese’s back, and I could feel goosebumps rising along her spine.

When my daughter broke our embrace, she was blushing furiously, but her eyes were calm and contented.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she breathed huskily. “I needed that.”

I nodded. “Daddy knows best.”

“And I...I really am sorry,” she said again. Her voice was soft and sincere. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I smiled at my daughter, stroking her cheek lovingly. “No,” I murmured. “You should not. And now you need to be punished.”

For a moment I thought she was going to argue back. Instead, her hazel eyes stared into mine and she nodded.

“You’re right: I need to be punished. For breaking the rules.”

Cherese swallowed nervously as I patted my legs again. She bit her lip as she stood up beside the bed.

“Daddy?” she asked, looking down at me, sitting on her bed.

“No more questions, baby girl,” I said softly. “It’s time to take your punishment.”

She nodded, and after the briefest of hesitations, tentatively lay down on my lap.

Most fathers get a little soft in their old age, especially where their daughters are concerned. I was determined not to fall into that trap, so when my hand came down on Cherese’s naked bare rump, it was with an almighty crack.

“Ow!” Cherese yelped as my hand landed square on her butt, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I still had it.

“Wait!” she said in a fierce whisper, glancing at the door. What about Mom and Rick?

My eyes widened. I’d forgotten about my wife and son. We’d have to be more quiet.

“Pass me that blanket,” I instructed, and my daughter reached out to pick up a thin cotton blanket from her floor. Teenagers.

I folded it twice and placed it over my daughter’s ass. Knowing how sensitive Cherese’s rear end was explained why she’d always howled bloody murder when she’d been spanked as a child. I’d always figured she was just putting it on to avoid the punishment, but perhaps it really was because her bottom was more tender than most.

Still. She’d broken the rules, and that had consequences.

The next time I struck my daughter’s rear, the sound was softened but the impact was not. Cherese cried out in pain, and her eyes shot open.

“Shhhh,” I reminded her gently.

“Daddy,” she whimpered. “It hurts.”

“I know, honey,” I said gently. “But you deserve to be punished for what you did.”

My daughter nodded. A look of resolve came into her hand as I raised my hand again, and sure enough, as I brought it down for the third time, she didn’t make a noise as her fingers dug painfully into my thigh.

I smiled down at the whimpering teenager. We’d been spending so much time on dates lately, it was nice to just be together as father and daughter.

For the next few minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were my hand hitting Cherese’s cloth-covered rear, her occasional muffled grunts of pain, and the soft creaking of the bed beneath us.

My cock throbbed as I continued to smack my daughter’s ass, and I knew that she could feel it against her bare stomach. Her fingers dug into my leg, her head shaking side to side as the discipline continued, her eyes closed in pain.

When I finally stopped, she let out a long, shuddering sigh.

“Oh God,” she moaned softly. “T-thank you, Daddy. I promise, I won’t do it again. I’ll be your good girl. I’ll be good.”

“I know you will, darling,” I smiled, grabbing her hair and bringing her up to sit on my lap. I moved my face to mine, and took my daughter’s mouth possessively.

For the next few minutes we passionately, my hands running all over her naked body, soothing her after the fierce onslaught of punishment she’d received. She was trembling—either in lust or relief, I couldn’t tell which—her nipples hard and her pussy dripping .

When I pulled away from our kiss, Cherese gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she eagerly opened her mouth wide.

I stroked my daughter’s cheek lovingly. “Are you ready to continue?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly, dropping to her knees in front of me.

Cherese bit her lips as her hands wrapped around my cock again; both of them this time,. Her small hands began moving up and down, not leaving any part of my manhood untouched.

“Daddy,” she sighed. “You’re so big...”

Her voice trailed off as I started to stroke her hair slowly, my hand caressing the back of her neck and shoulders. Between her earlier efforts, watching her disobediently cum, and the paternal pleasure I’d received from spanking her naked bottom, my cock was rock hard, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came.

My daughter spent a few minutes running her fingers over my erection, her light touch fluttering up and down my shaft, her pink tongue dipping into my pisshole to taste my precum.

When my groan (and twitching balls) told her how close I was, Cherese began jerking me off in earnest, using her hands to pump my shaft firmly as she looked up at me.

“Daddy,” she whispered huskily. “I want to see it. I want to see you cum.”

“You will, Cherie,” I panted. “Daddy’s so close. Daddy’s so close to cumming...”

My daughter thrust her shoulders back as she jerked me off, showing off her magnificent teenage breasts. They were so large, so perky, and her hard nipples stood out proudly, just begging to be sucked on.

“Oh, baby!” I hissed loudly, my hips bucking forward in response to the needy image of my kneeling, naked daughter in front of me. “I’m gonna come! Cherese...oh, darling...”

I let out a low moan as felt my orgasm approach. My hips bucked, as if trying to push more of my cock into my daughter’s hand, but Cherese held on tight and kept pumping.

“That’s it,” I panted as I felt the first pulse of hot semen shoot through my shaft for the second time that day. My fingers tightened on her hair, my eyes open and staring down at the beautiful young girl who was touching my dick so obediently.

My first shot hit her right on the forehead, and Cherese moaned, leaning back to allow my semen to land on more of her naked form. She closed her eyes, her mouth opening so she could swallow every drop of my hot seed that hit it.

The next few spurts landed across her cheeks and chin, splashing down onto her huge, heaving breasts. She was still holding my dick, and she aimed it lower so my final shots hit her stomach and thighs, some of it even landing on the curls above her pussy lips. When I’d finished emptying my load I let go of Cherese’s hair and collapsed onto the bed beside her, my cock still throbbing and leaking sperm.

“Daddy,” my daughter gasped breathlessly, looking down at me with her hazel eyes wide. Her face was flushed, and she had a big smile on her lips. I shot her a weak grin back; it had been many years since I’d had two such powerful orgasms in a single day.

My daughter shivered with lust and excitement, before her long tongue began lapping up the cum smeared all over her beautiful face. She swallowed what she could reach, then began using her hands to scoop up my hot seed, cramming it into her face like the chocolate cake we’d bought her for her sixth birthday.

By the time she was done, her hands were sticky and her eyes glazed over with lust.

“ _Now_ can I cum, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at me sweetly, and I nodded, smiling down at my gorgeous daughter.

“Of course, darling,” I said softly, leaning forward to kiss her gently on the lips. “But I’m not going to help you. We’d get stuck in a loop.”

Cherese nodded and crawled into my lap, her soft body pressing against my pajamas as she wrapped moved her cum-covered fingers between her legs. I kissed her again, her tongue eagerly exploring my body as she writhed and moaned in pleasure.

I could tell the exact moment her fingers found her aching clit; her spine arched, and she gasped into my mouth. I just continued calmly kissing her, occasionally tweaking her huge breasts as I watched—and felt—her masturbate.

When Cherese finally came, her whole body shook, her hands clenching around my pj’s as her orgasm tore through her.

“Oh God,” she moaned loudly. “I love your cock, Daddy. I love you so much. I want to make you happy, Daddy, it’s all I want.”

“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear, and she smiled, leaning back and closing her eyes as she enjoyed the afterglow of her powerful orgasm.

We lay there in silence for several minutes, my hands softly stroking my daughter’s bare skin; I was just beginning to think she’d fallen asleep when she piped up, her voice soft and dreamy.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said, and I drew her tighter into my arms. It was sometimes hard to reconcile this gorgeous, naked woman in my arms with the little girl who’d begged me to let her ride the quarter-operated pony beside the grocery store.

But when she sleepily told me how much she loved me, it was clear that they were one and the same; the Cherese I’d knew and loved for all her life had grown into a beautiful young woman.

“I love you too, Cherie,” I replied. “I’m going to miss you so much when you go away to college. We both will.”

She sighed happily and snuggled closer into me. “I know, Daddy,” my daughter replied, her voice tinged with sadness. “It’s scary. But I’m excited, too.”

“I know you are,” I said proudly. My daughter was going to go on and do such great things. “Tell me what you’re looking forward to.”

We both lost track of time as Cherese told me about her college plans; she was going to join the film club, and a sorority, and meet a group of strong women who she’d form lifelong friendships with.

If it had been anyone else I might have thought they were being overly ambitious, but not my Cherese. She was smart, determined, and hard-working; I was confident she could accomplish anything she could put her mind to.

I was proud to call her my daughter.

Her aspirations started coming out slower, and sleepiness tinged her voice. With a soft smile, I kissed my daughter’s forehead and told her it was time for bed. She grumbled for a moment, but didn’t resist as I lay her down and tucked her in, just as I’d done her entire life.

By the time I was done, Cherese had drifted off to sleep. I stood there for a moment, smiling down at her. She was so small and delicate, my beautiful baby girl. I couldn’t help thinking of all those times she’d come running into my office and throw her arms around me, or climb onto my lap and demand attention.

I loved her so much. Letting her go was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but I needed to know that she was ready for the dangers—and delights—of the world outside the safety of our house.

With a final kiss on her cheek, I turned off the lights, slipping quietly from the room and closing the door behind myself.

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	Chapter 4

My daughter was glowing the next morning, even more than after our dates. My wife commented on it, but Cherese just waved her away.

“I’m just in a good mood,” she beamed, before throwing me a knowing look.

I raised my eyebrows, but fortunately her mother didn’t seem to notice that anything was up.

No part of me was surprised when my daughter took the first opportunity to get me alone. She was wearing the most revealing outfit I’d ever seen. On her bottom half, a skirt so short, her blue thong was exposed every time she moved. She’d spent the morning taking any opportunity to flash me her firm, round, perfect ass...and show off the dark bruises which had developed since the previous night.

She had knee-high stockings on, and was wearing a complete set of underwear for once: her ensemble was topped off by a push-up bra. Talk about gilding refined gold. A push-up bra was the last thing a pair of breasts as large and firm as my daughter’s needed, but I had to admit—the effect was staggering.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen my daughter’s eyes sparkle with such mischief as when she saw me staring at her body, but I couldn’t help myself. Even in front of her mother and brother, it was difficult to tear my eyes away. Her nipples were rock hard under the thin fabric of her top; a tight yellow Arianda Grande t-shirt which clung to the curves of her ample chest.

My wife had taken our son clothes shopping; less than ten minutes after she left, my daughter approached me in the living room. She’d run around all morning barefoot, but and as soon as her mother was out of the house, Cherese had put on black heels to match her stockings. The effect was stunning; my daughter’s legs were long and lean, her thighs smooth and perfectly formed.

Her skin glowed in the sunlight as she walked over to me, her eyes flitting between my face and her own body. My eyes were avoiding hers…which only left her exposed skin to look at.

“Daddy,” she said huskily as she stopped just shy of me.

“You look very pretty today, Cherie,” I said softly as she sat beside me in the living room. She blushed at the compliment, moving her hand to my thigh.

“I was thinking...” she said, biting her lip as she looked up at me. “You were touching my nipples when I came last night...”

“Uh huh,” I said flatly.

“And I definitely wouldn’t have cum so hard if you hadn’t spanked me,” Cherese continued. My eyebrows rose; my daughter was either lying, or she’d enjoyed her punishment more than she’d let on at the time.

“Mm-hmm?”

Cherese smiled sweetly and leaned in close to me. “So, really, doesn’t that mean that I owe you another orgasm?”

In response, I just laughed.

“Daddy...” she pouted, moving her hand up my thigh. I reached down and put my hand on hers, picking it up and placing it back by her side.

“Sweetie,” I gently replied. “No. We’re even now. We’re not going to do anything more until our date on Friday.”

“What if I can’t wait until then?” Cherese whined, her voice cracking a little.

“Then this will be a good lesson in self-control,” I said firmly. “It builds character.”

My daughter huffed, throwing herself against the couch beside me.

“You mean that every week, I have to wait until Friday to have any fun?”

“We can have fun before then,” I said, and my daughter’s eyes lit up.

“Really??”

“Of course,” I nodded., gesturing to the board game cupboard. I started listing games. “We’ve got Scrabble, Clue, cards, Codenames Duet...”

Cherese shot me a glare. “That’s not what I meant.”

I continued as if she’d never spoken. “Or we could watch a movie, or go to the park, or...”

“Please, Daddy,” my daughter said plaintively, moving one hand between her legs. “You know what I want. What I need.”

A grin crossed her face.

“...what if I were to beg you? You like that, don’t you Daddy? Your daughter, on her knees, begging for you to touch her. Begging for permission to touch you...”

I shook my head. “This isn’t going to work, honey. We’re going to have our last date on Friday, and——”

The sound of my daughter’s shriek made my ears hurt.

“Our _last_ date??“

“That’s right,” I said sadly. My daughter stared at me for several seconds; her mouth open, but no words coming out. I moved my gaze to the ceiling and reached one arm out; Cherese sat on my lap for a cuddle. “It’s okay, darling. We’ll just have to make sure it’s a good one.”

“But can’t we—”

I cut her off. “No, Cherese.”

“But...why do we have to stop?”

I sighed, stroking my daughter’s hair. “Because...it’s time. I’ll have taught you enough to take care of yourself, baby girl.”

Glancing down at my daughter, I saw that she’d set her mouth stubbornly. That’s one thing you can say about my daughter; she never gives up.

“Cherese...” I warned, as she leaned up to kiss me. Her lips were soft, and warm, and tasted like vanilla. After just a few moments, I pulled away. “Not until Friday.”

“What if I were bad?” she said desperately, a spark in her eyes. “What if I was such a wicked girl, you had no choice but to punish me?”

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from gasping when she leaned back and pulled her top down, exposing her erect pink nipples.

“Oops,” my daughter smiled wickedly. I rolled my eyes and looked away from my daughter’s plump breasts. “Are you hard, Daddy?”

I was—as Cherese well knew, with her almost-bare ass perched atop my lap—but I wasn’t going to admit that to her.

“Put those away,” I ordered, and my daughter obeyed.

“Are you going to punish me for being so naughty?” she asked, and I nodded.

“Mm-hmm,” I said, trying to ignore her squriming with arousal, grinding her ass into her father’s hard cock. “You’re grounded for a week.”

Cherese’s eyes widened. “What??”

“For a week,” I repeated firmly. “And if you don’t start behaving yourself, it’ll be longer.”

My daughter’s lips quivered, and for a moment I wondered if I was being too harsh. Then I remember the sight of her hard nipples in my face, and I knew I was doing the right thing.

“Couldn’t you spank me instead?” she pleaded, and I shook my head.

“From the sound of it, that wasn’t much of a punishment. Now, aren’t those admissions documents due today?”

My daughter let out a frustrated grunt, and stormed out of the room. I watched as her heels clacked their way across the living-room floor, her dress swaying, the occasional flash of her thong-clad ass appearing as she walked.

Cherese has the stubbornness of a mule; she tried another tactic later that night (“what if we were to just masturbate _near_ each other?") and thrice more the next day.

It reminded me of bed-time when she’d been an infant; trying excuse after excuse not to go to bed. ”I’m thirsty”, ”it’s too hot“, ”I can’t find Peggy” (the stuffed toy dinosaur she refused to sleep without—which we often found crammed down the side of the bed, as far as a toddler’s arms could reach).

Her reasoning as an eighteen-year old as much more cogent: ”it isn’t fair to leave me so frustrated” (I reminded her that she was more than capable of taking herself); ”it doesn’t have to be a date, we could just take care of each other as father and daughter” (which I informed her was not an appropriate way for a parent to interact with their child); and most offensively of all, “I can take care of you better than Mom can.”

I turned her down each time, of course. She’d really put the effort in; her nails were painted a bright red, to match her lipstick. She’d begun to forego underwear, wearing a tight pink dress which hugged every curve of her body like a second skin. As she pleaded for me to reconsider, she’d gotten down on her knees in front of me, giving me an incredible view of her cleavage.

It wasn’t until her mouth fell open that I realized the word I’d been searching for: bimbo. My intelligent, articulate daughter had dressed like a dumb slut in her attempt to convince me to break the rules and use her for our shared pleasure. I’ll bet she would have dyed her hair blonde if she’d thought it would help.

“I know I can do better than her,” she pleaded, kneeling in front of me submissively. “I know you think of me when you make love to her. I bet you remember what it was like to cum in my mouth, to feel your cock throbbing inside my throat.”

“That’s enough, Cherese,” I snapped. “ _Not appropriate_.”

“Please, Daddy, I promise,” she continued. “I won’t tell anyone. I’ll do anything you want, just let me—”

I held up my hand, and my daughter fell silent, her eyes shining as she waited for my response. “You’re not helping yourself here, disrespecting your mother like that. I want you to apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said with a pout.

“To your mother, as well.”

My wife was in the next room; Cherese hadn’t even waited until we were alone to proposition me. I was so mad at her, I almost considered cancelling our date on Friday as a punishment.

Almost.

Cherese looked at me in confusion. “You’re going to offer to do the dishes tonight,” I instructed, staring into her eyes, and my daughter nodded obediently. “And if you try to convince me one more time, you’ll be grounded until the day you leave for college.”

My daughter stared back at me, her eyes filling with tears, but after a few moments she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

I smiled down at her.

“Good girl.”

Reaching down my hand, I lifted her up. She looked so morose, I couldn’t help myself, leaning down and bringing my lips to her. Perhaps not the smartest move, with my wife and son just a few feet away, but I knew Cherese needed something to hold onto before our date.

She moaned softly, her mouth opening under mine. Her tongue flicked out and into my mouth. We kissed for several minutes, my hands roaming my daughter’s body, grasping her ass firmly and brushing the back of my hand across her sensitive breasts.

Finally, I pulled away, and ran my hand down my daughter’s cheek.

“Friday,” I reminded her softly, and she nodded again, shivering with need.

All day on Tuesday I was met with pleading stares, but I stayed resolute. To her credit, so did Cherese; she didn’t approach me once...though she did continue dressing to capture my attention, spending the day in a slutty little dress which left nothing to the imagination, showing off her plump tits and long legs for the world to see.

As I passed her room that night, I heard her moan as she masturbated. I listened to make sure that she wasn’t screaming “Daddy” or anything else incriminating, but she wasn’t. She really was a good girl.

On Wednesday, she dressed more chastely (although honestly, with my daughter’s body, almost anything she wore would draw attention) and her looks of lust were replaced by sulks and puzzled stares.

Thursday showed a real shift. Cherese dressed in an outfit which looked like it aimed to cover every inch of her incredible body. She nervously left the room whenever I entered, prompting my wife to ask what had happened.

“Teenagers,” I shrugged, and she nodded knowingly.

As I brewed my morning coffee on Friday, I was met with an angry stare. I turned to see my daughter glaring at me, fists clenched. She wasn’t dressed as chastely as the day before, but her outfit certainly did nothing to highlight her curves: Cherese was wearing a pair of long trousers and an ‘ugly sweater’, which had apparently gone from being an embarrassment to a trend.

Having two children has taught me not to engage in their attention-seeking displays of emotion (it just encourages them) and I greeted my daughter with a cheerful smile, keeping my eyes on the mug of joe in my hand.

“Morning, sweetheart,” I said. “Would you like a coffee?”

She didn’t respond, just continued to stare daggers in my direction. I raised one eyebrow, but kept the grin affixed to my face as I stared at the black liquid.

“You excited for our date tonight?”

Using my peripheral vision, I could see the hate in my daughter’s eyes disappear, soon to be replaced by a flicker of fear.

“N-no,” she stammered. “I’m...I’m not going.”

“It’ll be a great time,” I continued, ignoring her mood. “Third date.”

I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, but my daughter jutted out her jaw.

“I’m serious,” she repeated. “I’m not going.”

I sighed.

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time. This is just like Girl Scouts; you complained and complained each week that you didn’t want to go, but you were always grateful that you did.”

My daughter repeated herself again insistently. “I’m not going.”

Her stubbornness was so cute, I decided to let it go.

“We’ll see,” I said, walking past her. I glanced back as I left the kitchen; my daughter was still staring at the spot where I’d been standing, a look of true fear on her face.

I didn’t see her again until that evening, though I did hear her sobbing when I passed her room. My wife was in there with her; I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, just the comforting tone in her voice.

I kept walking. I like to think I’m reasonably in touch with my feelings, but I knew better than to interrupt two women talking about emotions.

When my wife entered our bedroom half an hour later, she didn’t volunteer an update on what they’d been talking about, and I didn’t ask. Women’s business; well outside my purview.

A few hours later, I got in my car, circled the block, and proudly knocked on the front door of my own house. My wife answered the door, raising her eyebrows approvingly when she saw me. I’d gone all out for our final date, hiring a tight black tuxedo. The jacket hugged my chest and the pants were flatteringly snug around the crotch.

“Wow,” my wife said, and I did a spin to show off the outfit. I was wearing the cufflinks that she’d given me on our twentieth anniversary.

I laughed at the smattering of applause my faux-pirouette received, and had to resist the urge to take my wife into my arms and kiss her. This was a date with my daughter, after all; kissing her mother wouldn’t be appropriate.

“Quite the outfit,” my wife beamed. “It’s good to know I’m leaving my daughter in such good hands.”

“Where is she?” I asked. My wife’s face fell, and she gestured upstairs.

On each of the last two Friday nights, the staircase had been used to showcase my daughter’s entrance. On that night, it remained empty.

“She won’t come out,” my wife replied with a shake of her head.

I pursed my lips.

“I’ll handle it,” I said quietly, leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek. I got a tight smile in response, and my wife squeezed my hand; I hadn’t even noticed her taking it, it was so natural after our twenty plus years together.

I loved her so much.

“You and Rick have a good time, okay?”

“We will,” she nodded. My wife and son were going to stay with her parents for half the weekend; my father-in-law owns a ranch upstate, and we had an open invite to join them whenever we wanted. We normally went as a family unit, but I’d told my wife how important this final date was with Cherese, and she’d taken the opportunity to spend time with her folks.

“Goodnight, honey.” I kissed my wife’s hand, then walked away.

The stairs creaked as I climbed them, reminding me of my daughter’s bed earlier that week. Cherese’s door was firmly closed.

Once I heard the rest of my family leave, I gave it a firm rap.

“Go away,” she said in response, her voice scared and tearful. “I’m _not going_.“

“It’s me,” I called softly. “I’m here for our date.”

“There’s not going to be a date!” my daughter replied loudly. “I’m not going anywhere!”

I sighed.

“Honey...”

“No!” she shrieked, and I could tell she was getting hysterical. “Go away! Please, Daddy, I-I...I don’t want to go!”

Shaking my head, I tried the doorknob. I don’t allow locks on my children’s doors, but when I pushed, I was met with a resistance; Cherese must have stacked some furniture against the door.

“I’m coming in,” I warned.

“Please,” my daughter sobbed in response. “Please, just leave me alone...”

I’m not at my peak fitness (two teenage children don’t leave a lot of time for going to the gym) but I’m far from out of shape, so after a few controlled shoves, I managed to open the door enough to slip through.

Cherese was cowering on the bed, balled up into a bundle of fear. She stared at me like I was a nightmare, tears streaming down her face.

“P-please, Daddy,” she choked—words that she’d said on the same bed just a few days ago, though in a very different tone. “You don’t have to do this.”

I took a step towards my daughter; she tried to back up even further, but she was up against the headboard.

“Stop,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Don’t come near me!”

I ignored her, moving closer until I stood right in front of her. Her eyes darted around the room nervously, as though looking for a weapon she could use against me.

I wasn’t worried. Even in her state of panic, I knew Cherese wouldn’t hurt me. Besides, I was easily twice her size; I could certainly defend myself against my slip of a daughter.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said again, low and urgent. I sat down on the bed beside her; she flinched as I reached out to stroke her cheek.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said. She closed her eyes tightly, slowly rocking back and forth, as though trying to block out my touch.

Cherese didn’t say anything, just continued to rock. After a minute or two, I tried again.

“What’s going on, honey?” I asked. “You can tell me anything.”

A bark of laughter left her mouth, humorless and bitter.

“Fuck you,” she spat, her eyes still scrunched shut.

“Language,” I warned, and she shuddered. I leaned over to kiss the top of her head, my heart dropping as she drew away.

No father wants to make his daughter flinch.

“Please Cherie,” I insisted, stroking her face. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

My request was met with another long silence, but I waited patiently for her to collect her thoughts. When they came, she spoke in a whisper so soft that I had to lean in close to hear it.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked again. “I don’t...I don’t understand?”

“Tell me what I’m doing,” I replied gently. “I’ll do what I can to explain.”

“Th-the dates,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “The dates, and w-what we do on them. It’s so fucked up Daddy, I don’t—“

I squeezed her shoulder, silently reprimanding her for the language, and Cherese fell silent.

“The dates are for you, honey,” I smiled. “It’s only a few weeks until you go to college; once you’re out there, in the real world, I won’t be able to protect you. You’re my world, honey; you and Rick mean everything to me. To your mother. We only want what’s best for you.”

“Bullshit,” my daughter responded hoarsely. “Th-that doesn’t explain anything. What you did to me. What y-you made me do. What you made me _want_.“

I stroked her hair, just as I’d done when she was a child. She shivered, and my heart broke for her. She was so confused, so scared...whenever I saw my daughter feeling like this, I just wished I could hug it all away.

“I won’t be able to protect you out there,” I repeated. “There are bad people out there, honey; they’re going to want things from you. Because of the...the way you look.”

I glanced down at my daughter’s body. She was wearing a thick top several sizes too large for her, and a lumpy pair of sweatpants. But even though she’d clearly done all she could to hide her body, it was still immediately obvious that she had an incredible figure. My daughter was beautiful, curvaceous...by far the sexiest woman I’d ever met. I was proud to have had a part in bringing her to life, and honored to be on a date with her.

“Your mother and I have tried not to be helicopter parents—fortunately, neither of our children turned out to be helicopters.”

I paused, but my joke didn’t even get a smile. My daughter’s face was downturned, her plump lips pressed together tightly.

“We tried not to over-parent you,” I continued slowly, “but there’s every chance that we sheltered you from the reality of the world. Once you’re out of the house, I can’t help you. All I can do is make sure that when the time comes for you to move on, you’ll be ready.”

“Those are just words,” my daughter said, her voice shaking with anger. “None of that explains what you’ve been doing. How you’ve been...making me feel. Do you have any idea how much you’ve fucked me up?”

I refrained from telling her off for swearing, and let her finish. Maybe she’d feel better when it was out of her system.

“I...I spent days wanting you, Daddy,” she spat. “I touched myself, remembering what we’d done. What you made me do. I can’t get into the car without thinking about your hands on my tits.”

Cherese shuddered with disgust.

“Good thing you’re grounded,” I joked—again, my attempt at levity got no response.

“Even my room is tainted now,” she said, her voice getting higher. “I can’t even sleep in my own bed without remembering my father’s fingers on me. Inside me. I... _ugh_.“

Another shudder wracked her body. I put an arm around her, and squeezed her.

“I feel dirty,” my daughter said hollowly. “I feel dirty, all the time. You’re sick. You’re sick, and your sickness has spread to me. W-why? Why did you do this to me? How did any part of you think this is okay?”

I paused, but it seemed as though her rant was done. I continued to hold her, giving her comfort in the only way I knew how.

“I love you,” I whispered.

She didn’t respond. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.

“I know,” she said finally, her voice barely a whisper. “I mean, that’s what’s so fucked up about it. I know you love me, I know you do. But...why do you make me do w-what we did? Why did you use me like that?”

“I’m sorry if I made you do something you didn’t want to do,” I said earnestly, dropping a kiss on the crown of her head. “That was never my intention.”

“But I wanted to!” my daughter cried, her eyes filling with tears again. “I wanted all of it. I don’t even know why, but I did.”

“If you wanted it,” I said slowly, “then I don’t know what the problem was.”

At last, my daughter opened her eyes, looking up at me in stunned confusion. I caught her gaze, staring deeply into her sad, worried eyes.

It felt like we sat like that for an eternity, me sitting on my daughter’s bed, peering into her so intensely it felt like I could see her very soul. My expression was one of calm, fatherly love; hers was of terror and bewilderment. As the minutes passed, her breathing slowed, and I could feel the tension beginning to leave her body.

My daughter swallowed hard, and I could tell she was trying to force herself to speak.

“You really don’t, do you?” she finally asked, her voice trembling. “You really don’t know why I’m upset.”

I smiled. “I know that you’re mad at me,” I replied, moving my hand down to cup her face. “And I think some part of you is mad at yourself.”

“B-but...”

Cherese continued to stare deeply into my eyes, her lip trembling. As the clock ticked in the background, she grew more and more relaxed, her body slowly returning to normal.

“But why did you t-touch me, Daddy?” she asked. “I’m your _daughter_.“

I smiled at her, a smile was full of affection and love.

“Because you’re beautiful,” I answered honestly. “You’re so beautiful, and I needed you to understand.”

“Understand _what_?” my daughter pleaded.

“How beautiful you are,” I said simply. “I know how women are. They don’t believe in their own attractiveness, and...honey, you’re going out into the world. You’re going to be alone out there. If you don’t know how beautiful you are, if you don’t know what men are going to expect of you, you won’t survive a moment. I did it all for you, baby. For you.”

I stroked her forehead, gently smoothing her bangs back.

“You’re my little girl,” I told her softly. “You’ll always be my little girl, and I’d do anything for you. Anything in the world.”

“I don’t want to go on this date, Daddy,” Cherese replied tremblingly. “P-please. I don’t want to go out with you, and—”

“Okay,” I interrupted with a smile. My daughter’s eyes widened at my response, her mouth opening slightly in confusion.

“W-what?”

“It’s the third date, baby,” I said, giving her shoulders a squeeze. “See, this is why you need them, so you’ll understand these things.”

“What things?” Cherese asked, still staring intently into my eyes.

“Dates. Expectations. This is the third date, and that means we’re not going out.”

Cherese’s eyes narrowed, and I laughed, never breaking our gaze for a moment.

“Rick and your mother are away for the weekend. We have the whole place to ourselves. We’re not going to go anywhere; I’m going to cook dinner for you right here at home.”

“B-but...”

“Don’t worry; I know how to cook _some_ dishes.” Well, one. “Besides,” I chuckled. “You’re still grounded, so you wouldn’t have been able to go out anyway. Lucky for you, your father is lenient, and your date is...flexible.“

I smiled, very proud of my plan. My daughter was silent, unmoving. I took her hand in mine and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Surprise.”

“Th-that’s not what I—”

I leaned forward, interrupting my daughter with a kiss. I hadn’t kissed her since her final attempt to convince me to fool around, and it wasn’t until my lips met hers that I realized how much I’d missed it. Her soft mouth parted, and she continued staring into my eyes as my tongue softly ran across her lower lip.

“Mmm,” I sighed as I pulled back. Cherese didn’t say anything, just continued staring at me, though I noticed that her breathing had increased once more.

“Daddy...” she finally gulped. “I...”

“Come on, darling,” I said, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Come and watch your date cook.”

She unwillingly let out a chuckle. “Try to cook, you mean.”

I smiled. “Tonight is going to be full of surprises.”

Neither of us spoke for several minutes as I stared softly into my daughter’s eyes. Finally, she nodded, and reached out tentatively with one hand to touch the jacket of my rented tuxedo.

“I-if we’re not going out, why are you...”

“Because this is our last date,” I said, a tinge of sadness in my voice. “And I wanted it to be...everything. A dream. A fantasy come true.”

Cherese nodded slowly, as though she still couldn’t believe what she was agreeing to.

“So what should I...”

“I picked something out for you,” I smiled. “Let me get it.”

When I returned with my daughter’s date outfit, she tensed up in shock at the sight of it…but when she met my gaze once more, her eyes softened. After several more minutes had passed, she nodded.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said softly. Distantly, like she wasn’t really the one speaking.

“Good girl,” I replied. “Meet me downstairs.”

As I began preparing the kitchen, I briefly wondered if my daughter was going to join me, or if she’d have second thoughts. But sooner than I’d expected, I turned to see Cherese standing in the doorway, and my eyebrows shot up at the sight—much like my wife’s had when she’d seen me in my tux.

I’d given a lot of thought into what we would each wear on this ultimate dream date; it’s my belief that a man never looks more attractive than in a tuxedo. For women, it’s a little harder—an argument could be made that they look best naked, but I’d decided to go with another option.

Cherese stood in front of me wearing nothing but a string bikini and heels. Her eyes were downcast, her hands behind her back; the nervousness added a little spice to what was already an smoking hot ensemble.

The bikini was black, contrasting perfectly against her white skin, and emphasized her every curve in the most alluring way possible. It clung tightly to my daughter’s huge breasts, and a few wisps of her curly pubic hair could be seen poking out the sides of the bikini bottom.

Her mother and I had never let her own a bikini before (once Cherese’s curves had come in, she drew more than enough attention in even the most conservative one-piece), but her body could have been built designed to fill one out.

She looked incredible. No, more than incredible: perfect. Like a walking wet dream. Like every man’s ultimate fantasy come to life.

I smiled proudly, and stepped towards my daughter, unable to resist. I ran a finger along the side of her neck, tracing over the line where her collarbone ended and her chest started, directly above her bikini top.

Cherese shivered at my touch.

“You look so sexy,” I said huskily. Cherese shifted, and it took me a moment to realize she was crying, fat tears rolling down her face. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“D-daddy, please,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to...”

My shoulders slumped. This again.

“Baby,” I said, grabbing her face firmly and staring into my daughter’s blood-shot eyes. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

She shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she gasped. I tried to ignore the snot trickling out of her nose. “I can’t... I just...”

“Shh,” I whispered soothingly. “Shhh, honey. We’re going to have a great time. By the time we’re done, you won’t want it to end.

“I k-know,” she said, her shoulders shaking. “I know I won’t. That’s the p-problem, Daddy, I...”

She trailed off, and I pulled her into my arms, holding her close and stroking her back gently.

My daughter sobbed into my chest. “I love you,” I told her softly. “I always will.”

Cherese sniffled, and nodded slightly as she continued to cry. After several minutes, my daughter finally calmed down. I pulled back and we stared deeply into each other’s eyes once more.

After a while, my daughter spoke.

“Daddy,” she whimpered. I shook my head before she could follow it up with another objection.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I said firmly. “We’re doing this, baby, and you’re going to have a great time.”

I was glad I hadn’t yet turned on the stove, because another five minutes passed before Cherese nodded, a shudder passing through her body as she did.

A smile slowly crept across my face. “I know what’ll make you feel better,” I said, moving my hands to my daughter’s waist and gently kissing her forehead.

“W-what?”

I leaned to the side, reaching inside a cabinet to pull out a bottle of wine. Cherese’s eyes widened.

“I-I don’t want...”

“Of course you do,” I said with a chuckle. “What teenager turns down alcohol?”

I grabbed two glasses, and poured us each a glass.

“Drink up,” I said, staring into my daughter’s eyes once more. With another shudder of fear, she reached out and took the glass from me.

“To a wonderful night,” I said, raising my glass.

Cherese smiled weakly and lifted her own glass. I stared deeply into her hazel eyes as I sipped my wine; my daughter gulped, finishing her entire glass in one long swallow.

“Good girl,” I muttered, and poured her another.

Aside from her chest, my daughter is quite slight; within half an hour, the alcohol had loosened her up considerably. She sat at the counter as I cooked. Silently at first, but by the time the bottle almost empty (though I was still on my second glass), she was slurredly chattering to me about everything and nothing.

“So then Joanne said to me, ‘You should have seen him,’ and I just laughed and said, ‘Yeah, maybe if I was blind.’”

I chuckled, refilling her glass. Her stories reminded me of the ones she’d told me as a small child, excitedly trying to explain the plots of movies she’d seen, with no idea of the context that other people required to understand what she was talking about.

“You’re so sexy,” I said softly, and Cherese blushed, looking away. “Really, darling. You are.”

I was acutely aware of the contrast between us; me, in a full tuxedo (although with an apron over it; I could imagine spilling something on myself and being on the line for the full cost of the suit) and my daughter wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini and heels.

“Daddy,” she groaned. “Y-you shouldn’t...”

“Shouldn’t what?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

“You shouldn’t...shouldn’t look at me like that. Think of me like that. I’m your _daughter_.“

I crossed the room, taking her head in my hands. “Not tonight, sweetie,” I whispered. “Tonight, I’m your date. I’m your fantasy date, and I’m going to treat you to the most incredible evening of your life. I promise.”

Shook her head, but as I stared into her eyes, she nodded. I leaned in and kissed her; her mouth was rich with the taste of wine, but behind it was the increasingly-familiar taste of her. Cherese. My daughter’s delicious mouth.

I drank her kiss like a man dying of thirst. I knew that I could never get enough of it, of her. I could’ve done this all night long—I wanted to do this for years.

But I couldn’t. I pulled back, my smile tinged with sadness. This was our last date; my last date with my daughter before I set her free, watched her go out into the world and become a woman.

We had to make the most of it.

“I’m your fantasy date,” I repeated. “And you’re mine.”

“Daddy...” she gasped, swaying on her chair. I chuckled.

“We should get some food into you,” I said, and my suggestion was met with a nod.

I’d made spaghetti, Cherese’s favorite meal...and one of the few things I could cook without burning it to a crisp, or setting the kitchen on fire. It came out perfect—the sauce thick and creamy, the spaghetti al dente.

I handed Cherese a plate, watching with pride as she took a bite, her eyes widening. “Oh my god,” she sighed.

“It’s good?” I asked.

“Mmhm!” she replied, and I smiled.

“Okay, then,” I said. “Let’s eat.”

As I sat beside my daughter and enjoyed the meal with her, it could’ve been a regular family dinner. The only differences were my daughter’s inebriation and our unusual dress; it was otherwise a situation we’d been in thousand of times over the past two decades.

“Daddy” Cherese pouted. “My glass is empty...”

“I think you’ve had enough,” I said kindly.

“Damn it!” she joked, slamming the counter. “I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough!”

I laughed, and then laughed again as my daughter collapsed into a fit of giggles. “Come on, darling,” I said standing up and offering my arm. “Let’s watch a movie together.”

“But what about dessert?” she whined—a familiar refrain, though not one I’d heard from her in almost a decade—and I smiled.

“We’ll have dessert after.”

“Kay,” she sighed agreeably, taking my arm and letting me guide her to the living-room.

The combination of heels and wine were a challenge, but we finally made it, collapsing happily onto the couch together. Just a few day earlier, Cherese had sat beside me on the couch, squeezing my thigh and trying to convince me to cheat on my wife with her.

Now, she was dressed in a bikini, as drunk as I’d ever seen her, and we were on a date together.

I smiled at my scantily-clad daughter. She was so beautiful. I loved her so much.

“What are we watching tonight, Daddy?” she asked with a giggle.

“A romantic comedy,” I said, smiling at her as I navigated the menus and started the film.

Her eyes widened. “Again?”

“I told you honey; tonight is for you. It’s all for you.”

Except, I admitted to myself, for the bikini and heels. Those were at least a little bit for me.

My daughter snuggled into me as the movie started, tensing up as I moved my hand to her thigh. Ignoring her reluctance, I took her hand and moved it to my own thigh.

“D-daddy...”

“Shhh,” I said, squeezing her smooth leg firmly. “Movie’s starting.”

I could feel my daughter shaking as she stared at the movie. Her breathing was shallow and quick; her hand never relaxed, awkwardly hovering over my leg as the two non-descript leads had their first encounter on the screen.

I wasn’t worried, however; I knew exactly what would make her feel better.

“Daddy!” Cherese gasped. “N-no.”

“Yes,” I said firmly, as I ran my hand across her soft stomach, before moving my hand down to rest lightly on the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

“Please,” she insisted. “I d-don’t want to...”

I shook my head.

“This is our third date, Cherese,” I reminded her. “You know what’s expected on a third date.”

“Yes,” she answered immediately, before shaking her head. “No...”

“You had it right the first time,” I smiled down at her, then leaned down to kiss her.

Cherese kept her eyes closed during our kiss. Her mouth remained firm and unyielding, and she moved her hand from my thigh to my chest, trying hopelessly to push me away.

I ignored her protests, and slowly slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties.

They were soaked through with her excitement, and I smiled. She was wetter than I’d expected.

“Daddy...” she whimpered, pulling away and opening her eyes in fear. “I can’t...I’m your _daughter_.“

“You’re my date,” I said again, staring her firmly in the eyes. As I spoke, my fingers slowly stroked her engorged pussy-lips, enjoying the warmth of them against my fingertips. “You’ve put out every date so far—on our first date, you jerked me off on a well-lit street, where anyone could see. Then you let me take you to make-out point; you got naked in the car for me, and begged to suck my cock.”

I slipped two fingers inside my daughter, enjoying her gasp as she felt my digits enter her. I slowly pulled back, then pushed forward again, sliding another finger inside Cherese as she trembled with pleasure.

“After our second date, you came into my room to suck my cock again. That night, you invited me into your room and let me jerk off over your naked body. Remember?”

Cherese nodded, staring at me as I fingered her. My thumb reached up to stroke her clit; she twitched at my touch, but never broke our intense eye contact.

“You’ve been nothing but a slut for me, and tonight is no different. It’s our third date, Cherese, and you showed up in a bikini and heels. We’re alone for the evening, I just cooked you dinner...”

“B-but I didn’t let you pay,” she gasped, and I laughed.

“Did you pay for the ingredients, darling? Or the wine?”

“N-no...”

“Did you even _offer_?” I pressed, moving my other hand off her thigh and up to her bikini-clad breasts. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and when she didn’t answer my question, I pinched one roughly.

“No!” she gasped. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy...”

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “I’m happy to feed you. I want to provide for you.”

I smiled, my hand crudely groping at my daughter’s breasts.

“I love you, darling. I love you as much as I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Cherese trembled. My hand between her legs had never stopped pistoning in and out, my thumb expertly massaging her clit. I slowed down—if she came at my hands, she’d owe me a handjob.

“But this is a real date. A real _third_ date. And that comes with expectations, doesn’t it?“

My daughter’s eyes were beginning to glaze over as she stared at me. I had three fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, and her hips bucked slightly each time my they plunged into her depths.

Cherese nodded, panting, her face contorted in a mixture of fear and ecstasy. She was pushing her chest out, trying to thrust her tits against my hand.

“You know what happens on the third date, right?” I asked again, and my daughter gasped in response.

“Say it,” I said, my voice firm and commanding. as I stroked her soft skin. “I want to hear you say it.”

There was a long pause as my fingers languidly penetrated her, my thumbs rubbing over her clit and nipple in perfect synchrony.

Finally, Cherese broke, her entire body collapsing as her mouth obediently told me what she knew I wanted to hear:

“O-on the third date, we...we have sex.”

“Again,” I ordered.

“On the third date,” she groaned, “we have sex. We do everything.”

“Everything?”

Her eyes flickered.

“Everything,” she confirmed. “I-I’m your slut, Daddy. Tonight, you own me. I’ll do anything.”

I smiled down at her, and she shuddered as she confidently repeated the last three words.

“I’ll do anything.”

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	Chapter 5

“I’ll do anything,” my daughter shuddered resolutely.

Good girl,” I whispered, brushing my hand against her face.

She was sitting beside me on the couch, wearing a black bikini and matching heels. Her bikini bottoms were soaked, her nipples hard as they poked through the fabric of her top.

Cherese shuddered at the contact, her eyes staring into mine. I wasn’t sure if her reaction was one of fear or arousal.

It didn’t matter, not really. Tonight wasn’t about pleasure; it was about teaching Cherese what was expected of her on a date. A third date.

I took a moment to run my eyes up my daughter’s body, drinking her in. She was the single most stunning creature I’d ever seen; her skin was soft and smooth, her breasts jiggled as my thumb toyed with her clit, and when I leaned down to kiss her, I could still taste the wine on her mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said softly as she kissed me back.

Cherese moaned, her tongue eagerly sliding across my lips and teeth. Her body squirmed under my touch; she was shaking like a leaf, and threw her back as my fingers continued their work inside her swimsuit.

“Oh, God, Daddy...” she whimpered, and I slowed down.

“Don’t cum, darling. This is our last date, and you’re not allowed to cum until I do. Tell me if you’re close, and I’ll stop.”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she shivered.

I watched her face, seeing her pupils dilate as her orgasm approached. My hand stilled, and I ran my finger along her slit, gently teasing her clit.

“Daddy...” she gasped, her hips bucking in time to my hand.

I smiled. “You’re not allowed to cum, darling. But I want to make sure you’re wet and ready for what comes next.”

My fingers slid out from between her legs, and my daughter groaned in frustration.

“You’re going to enjoy this so much,” I murmured, running my wet fingertips up her side. “We both will.”

The movie continued playing in the background, but neither of us were paying any attention. My eyes were boring into my daughter’s, watching her relax, watching her grow more comfortable with what was happening.

With what we were going to do.

My cock was throbbing in my pants, begging for relief, but I’m not a man who demands of others what he can’t do himself. I’ve always been good at self-control; my daughter’s body had bloomed years earlier, but I’d waited until she was eighteen before suggesting these dates. I’d waited until just before she was due to leave for college.

My heart pounded as I moved my daughter’s fingers onto my tuxedo pants, and I smiled as she began stroking my stiffening dick through the fabric.

Cherese’s face was flushed and glistening in the light of our widescreen television. Her eyes were staring into mine, and she was biting her lip as her hand worked me over.

“Do you like that?” I asked her. “Does it feel nice?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re being such a good date,” I added. “Such a good date for Daddy.”

Cherese shuddered once more at my words, but as I leaned forward to take her mouth, she returned my kiss without any trace of hesitation.

She was ready.

I pulled away, but Cherese’s mouth chased mine. She was leaning against me, her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, her hand hungrily pawing at my pants.

I smiled down at her. My daughter’s face was flushed as she looked at me, her eyes filled with lust.

“What do you want to do, darling?”

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” she replied, her voice low and husky.

“It’s our third date,” I reminded her. “So what do you want to do?”

As she pondered the question, my daughter unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard member. Her small hand wrapped around my huge cock, and I groaned. It had only been a few days since she’d touched me like this, but it felt like an eternity.

“I want you to f-fuck me, Daddy,” she finally admitted. “I—…I want to feel you inside me.”

I smiled down at her proudly, not even chastising her for swearing as I moved my lips to hers once more. I felt like I could never get sick of kissing Cherese, of feeling the softness of her lips and tongue as she eagerly devoured my mouth.

A pang of sadness hit me. Not only would this be our final date, but in a month my daughter would be gone. She’d be living in Denver, which may as well have been a million miles away. I’d never get to see her like this again, her face a mixture of nervousness and lust.

I’d never again get to feel her fingers around my cock. Her big, beautiful breasts in my hands. My mouth.

Tonight was the last time I’d get to see her cum. _Feel_ her cum.

I pushed my feelings to the side. Rather than be sad about the future, I needed to focus on enjoying tonight. Enjoying the time we had together.

Enjoying my daughter’s body.

I kissed her again, gently at first, then harder and more passionately. My fingers found her nipples through her top, and she moaned, her hand still pumping my shaft in earnest.

“Tell me what you want, darling. Tell Daddy.”

“Fuck your slut,” she hissed, her eyes burning into mine. “Fuck my cunt until I scream.”

“Language,” I warned in a rumble, and my daughter bit her lip.

“Whoops,” she said, her eyes wide, her hazel eyes staring at me innocently. “I guess you’ll just have to punish me.”

A grin spread across Cherese’s face as she felt my cock jerk at the thought of spanking her again.

“I guess I will,” I said, smiling back at her.

From my daughter’s reaction the other night, I would’ve guessed that she hated her spanking as much as she had as a child. But as she crawled onto my lap, I could feel her shaking in anticipation.

I slid my fingers from her body, then grabbed the waistband of her bottoms and yanked them off with a loud pop, exposing her pussy.

“No, Daddy...” she whimpered, her voice thick with need. Her juices were glistening wetly as they ran down her thighs. Her ass was so firm and round; I’d never seen anything so inviting. The bruises I’d given her last time were mostly faded, but I could still see a hint of them as I inspected my daughter’s rear.

“You’re a bad girl,” I growled, running my hand over her smooth skin. “You’re a bad girl and you need to be punished.”

My daughter shivered as she felt my hand move to her clit, her hips bucking against my palm. I smiled down at her as I began rubbing her sensitive bud, and Cherese let out a low moan.

“Yes, Daddy,” she begged me, her voice raw and needy. “Punish me. Punish your wicked daughter.”

“Date.” I corrected her. “Last time, I was punishing you as my daughter. Tonight, I’m spanking you as my date.”

“What’s the difference?”

I smiled down at her, my hand moving up to her breast. Cherese moaned again, her head falling back and her eyes closing.

“It’s a big difference,” I told her, taking her nipple between my fingers, squeezing it gently. My daughter gasped and opened her mouth to speak, but her words caught in her throat.

“As your father, I was trying to teach you a lesson. But tonight, as your date...”

I smiled down at her, my hand moving lower.

“...I’m going to make sure you enjoy the experience.”

Her legs trembled as I reached her crotch. My fingers found her dripping slit, and Cherese moaned loudly as my finger slipped inside of her.

“Oh God, Daddy,” she groaned. “Touch me. Touch my little cunt.”

“Your date doesn’t like dirty talk,” I said sternly as I rubbed her clit.

“So punish me,” she gasped. “Punish your naughty little date-slut.”

As I fondled my daughter’s clit with one hand, I raised the other, then brought it down hard on her ass.

The slap echoed through the room, and my daughter cried out in pain and pleasure. Her pussy was slick with arousal as she writhed on top of me, her hands clawing at the air.

I slapped her bare butt again, and Cherese let out a long groan. We didn’t have to be quiet, not this time.

I moved my hand away from her clit; she was thoroughly enjoying her spanking, and I didn’t want her to cum.

Not yet.

“Will you be good?” I growled. “Will you be a good girl for your date?”

“Uh huh,” Cherese panted. “I’ll stop...stop being such a...”

I paused, and my daughter threw me a cheeky glance.

“I’ll stop being such a cunt,” she finished, and my mouth twitched despite myself.

“Naughty girl,” I replied, and Cherese bit her lip and nodded.

I spanked her again, harder this time.

“Ow!” she yelped as I smacked her ass. “That hurts.”

“Then behave,” I said warningly.

She looked up at me pleadingly, and I smiled down at her. She was so beautiful. So young. Her body was soft and supple, but firm in all the right places. Her ass was already glowing red as she squirmed on my lap, wearing nothing but a bikini top and heels.

My cock was throbbing against her bare skin.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, before biting her lip mischievously. “I’ll stop fucking around.”

Cherese’s stubborn streak had joined forces with her playful nature, and I knew there was only one way to deal with it.

SMACK.

The sound of my palm connecting with her ass made her jump in surprise, and my daughter’s head fell back as her body jerked.

“You’re a bad girl,” I growled, my hand landing again. SMACK.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you need to be punished.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Say it.”

SMACK.

“I need to be punished, Daddy,” Cherese said in a loud groan.

“Say please,” I ordered.

My daughter’s face flushed as she struggled to find the words.

SMACK.

“Please, Daddy,” she finally said, her voice thick with lust. “Punish your naughty girl.”

I spanked her again, my hand moving faster and harder.

“Oh God, yes!” she moaned, her head falling back once more.

“You’re a bad girl,” I growled, my hand never stopping.

“Yes, Daddy. Punish your wicked daughter. Punish your naughty, dirty little slut.”

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“You’re a very dirty girl, aren’t you?” I grunted. My daughter’s ass was glowing red, and she was panting as I spanked her relentlessly, shaking at the intensity of her punishment.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a dirty, nasty, filthy, sinful whore.”

Her words were slurred as she spoke them, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. Her hips bucked on my lap, and I could feel her wetness dripping down onto my leg.

“You deserve to be punished,” I added, and she nodded eagerly.

“I do.”

I spanked her again.

“Say it.”

“Daddy, I deserve to be punished,” she moaned.

“Tell me how dirty you are.”

“Dirty, Daddy. I’m a naughty, slutty little bitch. I’m a filthy, perverted, depraved, deviant, disgusting...”

Grabbing my daughter’s hair, I stopped my onslaught and pulled her up until her face was inches from mine. My daughter was panting, writhing with pleasure, and I suspected that if I had continued spanking her she would’ve cum just from the feeling of my hand on her ass.

I smiled down at my daughter, then slowly lowered my mouth towards hers. I kissed her gently, our tongues touching for a moment before we both parted and looked into each other’s eyes.

“It’s time,” I said, and a glimmer of fear appeared in Cherese’s eyes.

“D-daddy,” she said, a quiver in her voice. “I...I don’t think I can do this.”

I sighed. This again.

“Honey...” I began, but she spoke up, cutting me off.

“I’ve never done it before,” she said, her cheeks turning pink as she stared me in the eyes. “I’m...I’m a virgin.”

My eyebrows shot up. Between her experience sucking cock and the fact that I hadn’t felt any resistance when fingering her—even with three fingers…I’d just assumed.

“I thought you’d been on ‘loads of dates’ before.”

“Yes,” she squirmed. “But I’ve never gone...all the way.”

I paused. Did this change things? I’d known that tonight, I’d be taking my daughter…but I hadn’t realized I’d be taking her virginity.

My daughter. A virgin. I absolutely hadn’t seen this coming, if I’m being honest. With a body like hers, I knew she must have had offers before. Countless teenagers, throwing themselves at her feet.

But my daughter wasn’t just any teenager. She was strong. Smart. Sensible. She’d saved herself, protected her chastity. She’d kept her purity.

And now she sat in front of me, wearing nothing but heels and a bikini top. Her incredible, perfect body on display for me. For her date.

For someone who knew her better than she knew herself. For someone who knew that her reluctance came from a place of fear.

“You’re a virgin?” I asked, and Cherese nodded. I smiled gently, leaning forward to kiss her softly on the lips. “Then it seems you need this date more than I thought. After all, you must have been saving your first time for a special occasion. Shouldn’t it be with someone you love?”

“B-but...”

“You do love me, don’t you?” I asked, staring her in the eyes.

Cherese bit her lip, and her hazel eyes filled with tears as she nodded.

I moved her hand back to my cock. Without hesitating, she began stroking and petting it, continuing to stare into my eyes.

“And you want to please me, don’t you?”

I slid my hands down over her shoulders and chest. My daughter gasped softly as my fingertips found her nipples.

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly. “I want to make you happy, Daddy.”

My daughter moaned as I firmly squeezed her nipples between my fingers, and she ran a hand through my hair. Her body was trembling as she sat on my lap.

“So if you love me, and you want to please me, and you want to enjoy our special night together, what do we have to do?”

Tearing her eyes from mine, Cherese looked at the floor nervously. Her voice was no louder than a whisper.

“C-can’t I just use my hands on you, Daddy? My mouth? I know you liked that,” she whispered. “I know I can make you feel so good.”

I shook my head, grabbing my daughter’s face, turning her gaze back to mine. There was a long silence as I stared into my daughter’s eyes with an intensity that made her blush.

“No,” I growled. “No, Cherese. We’re going to go all the way tonight.”

“B-but...I don’t know if I can,” she replied, her hazel eyes wide. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly; I was throbbing against her palm and beginning to leak pre-cum.

“You can and you will,” I said confidently, moving one hand between her legs. “Your body is ready for it. You’re wet for me, baby. Your pussy is so wet, ready to be fucked.”

My fingers teased her clit, and my daughter moaned loudly. I smiled down at her, my other hand cupping her breast.

“I’m not asking, sweetheart,” I said, my smile widening. “I’m telling you: it’s time.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours, until finally my daughter nodded.

“Hmm?” I asked teasingly, but she didn’t say anything. She just stared into my eyes as I handled her body confidently, as she stroked my cock.

“What’s that?”

“O-okay,” she sighed, blushing furiously. “You’re right. I...I’m ready.”

She gulped.

“I’m r-ready to be fucked.”

“Good,” I said with a nod, ignoring her language. “Then let’s go upstairs.”

A sly look came across my daughter’s face.

“You mean, like, to your room?”

“Or yours,” I offered. “Where would you like to lose your cherry?”

Cherese blushed, a mixture of nervousness and excitement crossing her face.

“Your room,” she replied. “I...I want you to make love to me in your bed.”

I smiled, then stood up from the couch, buttoned my pants, and took my daughter by the hand.

“Lead the way,” I said.

The two of us walked out into the hall. I watched her long legs as we made our way across the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors, her bare ass swaying.

I followed her up the stairs and to my bedroom door, my cock straining in my pants as we approached.

Cherese stopped in front of my door, biting her lip nervously. I waited patiently, my eyes locked with hers.

“Will it hurt?” she asked nervously.

“No,” I replied simply. “I promise.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she reached down and grasped my cock through the fabric.

“It’s so big,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. “How is it going to...to fit?”

I laughed softly. “Trust me, Cherese. It’ll fit just fine.”

“Are you sure you want this, Daddy?” my daughter asked, her voice trembling.

I nodded. “Yes. I am. And you are too.”

She swallowed. Her fingers were wrapped around the base of my cock and slowly stroking me. My eyes closed as I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. My hands moved to cup Cherese’s bare breasts. Just as I’d never get sick of kissing my beautiful daughter, I knew I could never tire of touching her huge, beautiful breasts.

She moaned at the contact, pressing her body against mine, putting an arm around me and pulling me closer, wrapping one her her bare legs against mine.

“Mmm,” she groaned, breaking away from the kiss to run her tongue along my neck.

I pulled her into my room. “Who owns this body, Cherese?” I asked, reaching out to caress her cheek.

“Y-you do, Daddy,” she gasped, her hazel eyes wide and her lips parted in a silent plea for me to continue.

“Good girl,” I growled, taking hold of my daughter’s hips and lifting her onto the bed. I knelt in front of her.

“Take your bikini-top off,” I ordered, and my daughter obeyed without hesitation. She was laying on my bed completely naked, her puffy pussy visible, her light curls framing it.

My hand slid between her legs, and I felt her wetness as I spread her lips apart and ran my middle finger along her slit. Cherese gasped, her eyes wide as I touched her pussy.

“Do it, Daddy,” she pleaded. “Touch me. Taste me. P-please...”

“Don’t cum,” I reminded her. “Whatever you do, you can’t cum until I tell you to.”

“I-I promise,” she nodded. “I won’t, Daddy. I swear.”

I smiled, then slowly lowered my face towards my daughter’s pussy. Her scent filled my nostrils as I inhaled deeply.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

I licked my fingers, tasting her juices on them, and gently pressed a fingertip into her wet hole.

“Ooohh!” she cried out, her whole body tensing. “Don’t tease me, Daddy. Please.”

I felt like I’d spent the entire evening teasing my daughter, but I wanted to make sure her body was ready for the main event. Cherese’s eyes rolled back and she began panting heavily as my fingers worked in and out of her tight little snatch.

“Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse with need. “I’m so close...”

Her breathing became more rapid as I moved my mouth to her clit. My tongue flicking over the sensitive nub, then licking and sucking it into my mouth and swirling around inside of me.

“Ah! Ahhhh!”

My daughter’s body began shaking uncontrollably, and I pulled back. When her quivers subsided, I dove back in, enjoying the shocked look on her face.

For several minutes I continued working on her, my lips moving steadily, making her tremble in pleasure, pulling back whenever she got too close to orgasm, expertly keeping her right on the verge of orgasm without letting her tip over.

Her hands moved to my hair, pushing me into her, her body shuddering with pleasure. I kept playing with her, my tongue circling around her clit, making it flare with every stroke.

“Yes,” she hissed. “That’s...that’s so good, Daddy. Oh god, Daddy, please, I...”

Without warning, I pulled back once more, and her back arched with frustration.

“Noooo...Daddy, please. Please...”

I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants. It needed to be buried deep within my daughter’s hot, tight wetness. But first, I had to make sure she was truly ready.

“What do you want?” I said, getting off my knees and moving my body on top of Cherese’s. Her hips bucked forward against my cloth-covered erection, as though trying to take it inside her, obstacles be damned.

“Oh, god, I...I want you to take my virginity,” she said, her eyes wide. “Please, Daddy. I w-want to lose it to you. I love you so much, Daddy.”

I smiled down at my daughter. She looked up at me adoringly, her hazel eyes glistening. I took hold of her wrists and pulled them above her head; my body lowered, the crotch of my pants pressing against her open, waiting pussy.

I could only imagine what we looked like on my bed; Cherese, naked but for a pair of heels, her perfect body flushed with need. Me, more than twice her age, still dressed in a tuxedo, my lips glistening with her juices, my hard-on poking through my trousers.

“Do it, Daddy,” Cherese moaned. “Fuck your little girl.”

“Why?” I asked, ignoring her crude language. “Why should I do that?”

She smiled, her eyes bright with excitement.

“Because I’m yours. I belong to you, Daddy. You own me. And because you...you want to,” she stammered. “Because you want to make love to your date. I want...I need your cock. Your date needs to feel your huge cock inside her.”

I felt my cheeks flush as I imagined this beautiful young woman on all fours, moaning in pleasure while I took her from behind.

“Please,” she continued. “Please, fuck my tight little hole with your big cock. Make me yours. Own me like you own Mommy.”

I smiled, my heart pounding. I’d never been more turned on in my life. I reached out and cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her closer to me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, our bodies pressed together tightly. I moved to kiss her, but stopped short teasingly. Cherese could feel my breath on her lips, and her eyes were pleading as she bit her lip in frustration.

“Daddy,” she whined, “you have to make love to me. You promised.”

“Hmmm,” I said ponderously, tilting my head to the side. “How can I be sure you really want it?”

I could feel my daughter tense with frustration, her body naked under mine.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged. “Please. I need to make you happy. I need to give myself to you completely. Please, Daddy, I need it. I’m begging you: fuck me.”

I grinned.

“I don’t know,” I replied teasingly. “With that sort of dirty mouth...”

In response, Cherese reached up, grabbing my hair and pressing her ‘dirty’ mouth against mine. I kissed back, tasting her sweet nectar on my tongue.

“You’re going to love it,” she whispered into my ear, her hand moving between us and gripping my throbbing erection. “I’ll do whatever you want. You can cum inside me, Daddy. Don’t you want to cum inside your daughter’s wet pussy?”

I did, but I didn’t let that show on my face.

“I’m so horny,” she pleaded. “I need to feel your cock in my tight little cunt. Please, Daddy. I want to be filled with your cum.”

In response, I shook my head.

“This is why these dates are so important, honey,” I said, rolling off her and opening my bedside drawer. “You have your whole future in front of you; if you got pregnant, that would ruin it all.”

I pulled out the packet of condoms I’d bought for exactly this occasion.

“It’s important that you’re safe, baby,” I continued, staring into my naked teenage daughter’s eyes. “It might be sexy to feel someone unload inside you, but it’s not worth the consequences. You’re going to go on to do great things, sweetie. You have to be careful.”

I opened one of the packets and handed it to my daughter. She stared at it, her eyes wide.

“Promise you’ll always be safe, honey,” I instructed, and Cherese nodded.

“I promise, Daddy,” she said breathily.

“Good girl,” I smiled.

Pulling down my trousers, I revealed my hard cock to my daughter for the second time that night. She gasped with need.

It was obvious that Cherese didn’t have much experience with condoms, but after a few awkward attempts, she managed to get the latex sheath over my cock, before looking up at me for approval.

“You did good,” I said, tucking her hair behind her ear, a small gesture I’d been doing since her hair was first long enough. “Now, how about we do this?”

“Yes!” Cherese gasped, her eyes lighting up. “Yes, Daddy. Please. Please...”

“Lay down, baby,” I said with a smile. “Daddy’s going to take your virginity.”

My cock ached as I watched my daughter lie on her back. Her legs spread, revealing her glistening pussy to me.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, lowering myself onto Cherese’s body, allowing her to feel my full weight on top of her. My face pressed into hers as I kissed her passionately on the lips.

“I’m going to take you, baby. I’m going to take your virginity.”

“Oh, God,” my daughter moaned, feeling my hands on her hips. “I’m your little slut, Daddy. I’m so wet for you. I’m so wet for your cock...”

She moaned softly as I pushed my hips forwards, and I felt her legs wrap around me. I pushed my cockhead up against her opening, then slowly sank myself inside my daughter’s body.

“Oh god, you’re so big,” she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “Your dick is huge...Daddy...fuck your daughter. Fuck me with that big horse-cock, Daddy. Fill me up. Stretch me out. Oh, _god_...“

“You feel amazing,” I groaned, thrusting into her tightness. Her pussy gripped my shaft, squeezing me tightly, and I could feel the walls stretching to accommodate me. “So fucking hot...”

“Fuck my little virgin hole,” Cherese whined, her hands moving to my chest. “Fuck your virgin daughter. You’re—oh, Daddy!—you’re taking my cherry. You’re the first man I’ve ever had inside me, Daddy.”

Her nails dug into my skin, leaving red welts, and her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head against her.

I pulled back slightly to look at my daughter. She had a look of pure erotic bliss on her face: her eyes closed, her mouth open, moaning loudly.

“Yes, Daddy,” she groaned as I bottomed out inside her. “Fuck me. Fuck your baby girl.”

“You’re mine now,” I growled, my body trembling as I slid my dick all the way into my daughter. She was so wet that I didn’t meet any resistance, my full length entering her in one fell swoop.

As I pulled out, she began moaning and begging for more.

“Oh God!” she cried out as I pushed into her again. “It feels so good, Daddy! Oh, fuck me. Please, Daddy, fuck me!”

“Don’t cum,” I warned her, and she nodded urgently. “Not until I do.”

“’Kay,” she groaned. “Please. Please, Daddy, please...”

I took her hard and fast, my cock pounding into my daughter’s tight, wet pussy. I could feel my balls churning, my cum boiling inside me.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, looking up at me, her eyes wide and frenzied. “Fuck your little girl.”

“Come on, baby,” I grunted, “let Daddy fill you up. Let him take you. You’re mine, baby. Now and forever.”

I pounded harder, driving my cock deep, knowing that I wouldn’t last long. I was going to cum in seconds.

“Ahh...ahhh...” Cherese’s mouth opened and closed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “I’m gonna come, Daddy. I can feel it building. It’s coming!”

“That’s right,” I said, my own voice hoarse from the exertion. “Let go, baby. Cum with Daddy. Cum all over his big cock.”

I grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled them above her head again, my body pressing hard against hers as I continued taking her.

“Yes,” Cherese gasped, her eyes closing tightly. “I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming for you. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm rising.

“Daddy,” my daughter moaned, “you’re gonna fill me with so much hot, sticky cum!”

Cherese’s voice was hoarse, her eyes bright with desire as she came, screaming out as her body shook and her juices flowed down my shaft.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, feeling the walls of my daughter’s pussy spasm around my cock. “Baby...”

My hips bucked as I unloaded inside her, my body jerking as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me.

“Oh, yes,” she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. “Fill your little girl with all that thick, creamy cum, Daddy! Give it to me!”

“Yes,” I groaned, my face buried against her neck. “Give me everything you’ve got. Submit to me. I own you, sweetie. Daddy owns you.”

I collapsed on top of my beautiful daughter, both of us panting heavily, our bodies pressed together. Except for a thin layer of latex, we were as close as two humans can be.

We lay there together for several minutes, my cock still twitching in her pussy, my heart racing. Eventually, Cherese pulled away from me, her chest heaving and her eyes shining.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For making love to your little slutty daughter.”

I pulled out and rolled off her, lying next to her, my cock softening inside the condom

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” I replied with a smile.

“That was amazing,” she sighed. “Oh, Daddy, this is the best date I’ve ever gone on.”

“You didn’t want to come,” I reminded her, and my daughter blushed.

“I was just being stupid,” she said, shaking her head. “I know you’d never do anything bad to me. I should have known better than to think that.”

“I know, honey,” I whispered, leaning forward and kissing her cheek gently. “You’re my daughter. I only ever want what’s best for you. You know that, right?”

Cherese nodded, before a sly look appeared on her face.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m not your daughter tonight,” she grinned. “Tonight, I’m your date. Your hot, horny, _very_ needy date...“

Slithering down my body, Cherese carefully removed the condom from my cock. I watched in amusement as she lifted it, slurping and gulping as she poured the contents into her mouth.

This girl would never cease to surprise me.

My hands moved to the sides of my daughter’s head as she lowered her mouth onto my cock. I watched, mesmerized by her beauty as she bobbed her head slowly on my sensitive shaft, using her tongue and lips to get me hard.

“God, baby,” I groaned, reaching down to sink my fingers into her breasts. She gasped, but didn’t let it distract her from her task, her mouth continuing to work its magic.

“Mmmm...that’s it, Cherese,” I moaned. “Suck your daddy’s cock. Suck the cock that was just inside you.”

My daughter moaned at the thought.

“Suck the cock that made you,” I gasped. “Suck the cock that took your virginity.”

“Oh, God, Daddy!” Cherese groaned, her hands grasping my thighs as she pulled my dick from her mouth and looked up at me. “Your dick is so big. It tastes so good....”

“You’re not a virgin any more,” I growled, thrusting my hips upwards, taking Cherese’s mouth with abandon. “Daddy took your cherry. I made you a woman, honey. I made you a woman...”

Grabbing my daughter’s hair, I watched her eyes widen with lust as I pulled her up my body, until we were staring intently at each other.

“And for being so good,” I said softly. “For being such a good girl, and only cumming when Daddy said you could...I’ve got a special treat for you.”

“A treat, Daddy?” my daughter whimpered.

“Mm-hmm,” I smiled. “As a special treat, Daddy’s going to take your tight little ass.”

Cherese groaned at the thought, her body trembling with pleasure. That hadn’t been my plan for the evening, but after spanking it earlier, and grabbing it firmly as I’d taken my daughter’s virginity...the idea had wormed into my head, and wouldn’t get out.

It was something her mother had never been interested in, and—knowing how sensitive Cherese’s ass was—I was confident that it was something my daughter would do within her first year away at college.

This way, I could make sure that she learned from somone who loved her. Someone who would take care of her. Someone who would go slowly, and make sure she was loved.

“You’ll love this, baby,” I said, looking down into her eyes as I reached between us, my fingers teasing her asshole. “You’re gonna come all over Daddy’s cock again.”

“Daddy,” she shivered. “W-we shouldn’t...”

“Of course we should,” I smiled down at her, so proud that I would be able to send my daughter to college knowing what it felt like to be taken from behind, to have her ass filled with cum. “You’re mine. You promised me everything you have to offer—your mouth, your body, and now, your tight little ass.”

“We shouldn’t,” she repeated, staring into my eyes, her voice completely lacking conviction. “Right?”

“I want your ass,” I said simply, smiling at her. “And you want to give it to me.”

She shook her head, but her body betrayed her.

“No,” she sighed, licking her lips nervously. “Daddy, I-I...”

I slipped one finger into Cherese’s butthole, and she gasped. Her body trembled as my fingers teased her anus gently.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her cheek. “So sexy. And you’ve always wanted to try anal sex, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” my daughter groaned, pushing back against my hand.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It’s wrong,” she said. Even though my daughter had just cum around my dick, I could tell how turned on she was already.

“It is wrong,” I nodded, and her eyes widened in surprise. “That’s what’s so hot about it. It’s naughty to something back there. It’s not something that good little girls do, is it?”

“N-no,” she breathed. Her hand tightened around my dick.

“It’s definitely not something you should do on the third date, is it?” I smiled, sliding another finger into my daughter’s hot ass.

Cherese shook her head firmly.

“But you want to do it anyway, don’t you?”

“No,” my daughter gasped. “Please. Daddy. We...we shouldn’t.”

My other hand lowered from her tit to her pussy, and I slid two fingers into the wet hole my cock had been in just a few minutes earlier. Cherese bit her lip, trying to hide her need, but her eyes never met mine. I kept staring at them, watching her fear and reluctance fade as my hands began taking her from both directions at once.

“Is that right? Is it really, honey?” I asked.

“Daddy...” she whimpered.

“If you really don’t want to do this,” I said, my fingers moving inside her as I watched my daughter’s face, “then we don’t have to.”

“R-really?”

“Of course not, sweetie,” I smiled, moving a thumb up to brush against her clit while I my fingers took two of her holes. “Tonight is about you, after all. I’d love to take your ass, but if you’d rather, we can stop now. The date can be over, and I’ll never touch you again.”

“No, Daddy!” Cherese cried, her hips bucking as I continued teasing her. “C-can’t we just...”

She gestured to the fuzz between her legs, where my fingers were languidly pumping in and out, making her squirm.

“Just what?” I said softly, looking down at her.

Her eyes closed, and she moaned as my fingers moved faster.

“Can’t you just f-fuck me again,” she sighed needily. “Put your huge dick in your daughter and fuck her brains out.”

“Language,” I warned, and Cherese shivered obediently.

“Sorry, Daddy…”

“I’d love to take you, baby,” I smiled, slowing my pace, “but we already did that.”

“Please...”

I shook my head firmly. “That would be selfish. I’d be doing it just for myself.”

“Daddy...” she gasped. “You’re being mean!

I leaned forward, moving my mouth to Cherese’s ear. “I’d love nothing more than to take you again, to pump in and out of my little girl’s tight hole, but tonight is about you, sweetie. Wouldn’t you like to go off to college with experience taking a man in your every hole?”

“Y-yes...” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly as I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her ass.

I smiled down at her. “Then let’s make sure that you learn everything there is to know before going away.”

“No, Daddy...” she whispered. “Please. Shouldn’t....shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Cherese’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. I nodded. I knew that I had her.

“That’s what I thought.”

We sat there in silence for several minutes, my hands moving in and out of my daughter’s holes, her hand wrapped around my thick cock.

Finally, my daughter nodded: a reluctant, shivering nod.

“Good girl,” I replied, my voice thick with lust.

My fingers stopped moving in her butt, but I kept them there, gently massaging the sphincter as my daughter stared at me. Her eyes were wide, and she was breathing heavily, clearly nervous.

“Daddy?” she asked hesitantly. “Are we...are we really going to do this?”

She shivered at the thought, and I nodded.

“Yes,” I said, smiling warmly. “We’re gonna take your ass.”

“But...you’re so big,” she whispered, her hands moving to my chest. “Have you ever done this before?”

I shook my head. “It’ll be the first time for both of us,” I chuckled, leaning forwards to kiss her forehead.

“O-okay,” she said, and I kissed her reassuringly.

I could’ve spent the rest of the night kissing my daughter, my fingers gently resting inside her. I knew she needed to be reassured—and I wanted to reassure her.

But my wife would be back in less than twenty-four hours, and I wanted to make use of every moment Cherese and I had together. This was, after all, to be our last date. Our last hoorah, before my beautiful baby girl went off to college.

My daughter’s hands unbuttoned my shirt as we kissed, and she groaned with need as I removed my hands from her body to shrug off my jacket and shirt. Soon, I was as naked as she was—though for the entirety of our coitus, she’d never removed her heels.

“Mmmm,” my daughter sighed, spreading her legs as I rejoined her on the bed.

Her pussy lips glistened wetly, her asshole already puckered and ready. It was hard to believe that something so small would be able to safely take the entire length of my erection, but I knew I’d soon be buried to the hilt inside my teenager daughter’s ass.

I couldn’t wait. I’d been telling the truth when I’d said this was for her...but it was impossible to deny that I’d be getting my own fair share of pleasure from the situation as well.

“Get another condom,” I instructed, and my daughter’s nose wrinkled at the request.

“W-why?” she asked. “I can’t get pregnant from taking you...back there, can I?”

“If you’re anything like your mother, you’re fertile as a rabbit,” I said, looking down into her face. “You should always use protection.”

“Oh.” Cherese blushed, reaching into my drawer to pull out another condom. She really was lucky to have a father like me—if we hadn’t gone on these dates, she likely would’ve returned home before the end of her first semester, pregnant to some idiot freshman who didn’t care about her. Our dates had almost certainly saved her from that future.

I lay back against the headboard, watching as she opened the packet, taking the rubber and gently rolling it down my shaft. My cock throbbed at the feeling of her touch.

“Good girl,” I murmured softly. “Now, get the lube. The anus doesn’t have natural lubrication, so we want to make sure you’re good and slippery.”

Cherese took out a tube of KY, and squirted some onto her hand. As she had so many times over the past three weeks, my daughter wrapped her small hand around my large cock, and began to stroke, coating my condom-covered erection with the cold lube.

“Now I’ll do you,” I said, covering two of my fingers with lube and moving them towards my daughter’s rear. “You just relax, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

“Okay...” Cherese nodded, her eyes closed. She gasped as I slid one finger inside her tight little hole. “It’s cold.”

“Don’t worry,” I joked. “Daddy knows how to warm things up for his girl.”

My finger penetrated her ass slowly, making her moan softly. I watched her body shudder as I added a second digit, then a third.

“How does that feel?” I asked, moving my fingers in and out.

Cherese just moaned again in response.

“Good girl,” I whispered. “Now, get on all fours. Daddy’s going to take your ass.”

“Oh, god,” she gasped, but quickly obeyed. I pulled the lubed fingers from my daughter’s ass, wiping them clean on her cheeks as she lowered herself to the bed.

I moved behind my daughter, my hands sliding along her hips and thighs, until coming to rest on her butt. I paused for a moment to appreciate the view: my beautiful, young, curvy daughter, lying on the mattress I shared with her mother. Her ass was facing me, the curve of her bottom on full display for her father.

In that moment, I felt so lucky. I looked at my daughter’s perfect body, her legs spread wide, her asshole winking at me. Her breasts hung heavy and ripe and inviting, and I knew my dick would be inside of her within just a few seconds.

I leaned forward, pressing my mouth against my daughter’s asshole, moving past the lube to kiss her brown, waiting hole.

“Mmmmm,” Cherese groaned as my tongue entered her. I could taste her, the sweet, tart flavor of my daughter’s ass on my tongue.

“Do you like that, baby?” I teased.

She shook her head. “No.”

I raised one eyebrow.

“No,” she continued with a moan. “Daddy, I _love_ it.“

“Then I’m sure you’re going to love this even more,” I replied with a smile, sitting up and pressing the tip of my hardness against the small brown star of her asshole.

“Are you ready, sweetie?” I asked.

She shook her head, and I smiled.

“Of course you are.”

“Fuuuuck,” she sighed as I pressed against the opening to her asshole. I heard her gasp as my cockhead made contact, and I pushed, slowly easing myself inside of my daughter’s virgin ass.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oooooh,” she whimpered, her voice muffled. “Big. So...big.”

“I know, baby. You’re going to feel real full at first, but I promise, you’ll get used to it.”

“Oh, god, Daddy!” Cherese cried. “I don’t know if I can take your whole—fuck! Your whole cock.”

I laughed. “Of course you can, darling. It’s going to start feeling so good soon, I promise.”

Cherese let out a long, ragged breath as I continued pushing forward, slowly filling her ass with my cock. My daughter was tight and warm around my shaft, her anus clenching around my rod, her hands grabbing at the bedsheets desperately.

“Oh, god...” she moaned softly. “You’re so big. G-go slow, Daddy. Please!”

“That’s okay,” I said gently. “Just relax. Daddy’ll take good care of you.”

I went slowly but never stopped, my hands on her hips as I took my daughter’s tight hole. She was breathing heavily now, gasping, moaning loudly with every thrust.

“Yes,” I gasped, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her butt. “You’re so tight, honey.”

“C-can’t breathe,” Cherese panted, her ass squeezing around me.

We were both sweating profusely. I moved my hand from her hip to her breast, cupping one of her tits in my palm. My daughter twitched in response.

“God,” I groaned. “Your ass feels amazing.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, her body shaking.

My fingers tightened on her nipple, pulling it between my thumb and forefinger as I began to pump her ass faster, my cock buried deep inside her.

“Oh, daddy,” Cherese gasped, arching her back and raising her hips to meet my strokes. “I’m so full. You feel so big in my ass. Daddy, you’re filling my ass up...ungh...so good...”

Her words trailed off as I plunged into her again, deeper than before.

“Unh,” she grunted, her body shuddering under my touch. “So full. Oh, fuuuuck.”

She was panting and crying, a mixture of pleasure and pain evident on her face. I couldn’t resist teasing my daughter a little more.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked. “Is it hurting? Does your asshole hurt when Daddy goes inside you?”

Cherese groaned, her head dropping to the bed as she tried to suppress a moan of pure ecstasy.

“I can stop,” I whispered, my hands moving to her ass cheeks. “I can stop, if you want me to.”

She shook her head.

“No,” she murmured. “Don’t...don’t stop, Daddy. Please. Never stop fucking me. Never stop—oh, fuck!—fucking my b-butt.”

“I don’t know,” I said, continuing my assault on her asshole. “If it’s hurting, we should stop.”

“It hurts, but I like it.”

“You _like_ it?” I replied, mock-disbelievingly.

“I love it,” my daughter admitted. “I-I’ve never...never felt anything like it. I feel so full inside...oh, god. I love it so much.”

“So you don’t want me to stop?”

“No,” Cherese admitted. “Please, Daddy. Don’t stop.”

I leaned down, kissing her neck gently, and then moved to her ear.

“Tell me what you like,” I ordered, as my daughter’s ass gripped me tightly. “Tell me what you like about your father taking your anal virginity.”

“I...ohhh...” Cherese moaned, and I could hear her breathing get heavier. “I like that you’re so big, Daddy.”

I smiled.

“What else?”

“The way you fill up my ass,” she gasped. “It’s so full and tight and hot. Fuck, Daddy, your cock feels good in my rear. Your dick feels so big. So hard...I love being filled by you, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes. Please keep fucking my ass, Daddy. Don’t ever stop. Ever.”

I smiled, and began pounding her tight hole harder. With each stroke, more of my erection fit inside my little girl’s dirtiest hole.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whispered. “Oh, Cherie, your asshole’s so hot. I want to fill you up, sweetie.”

“Daddy!” she gasped. “Fuck my ass so deep! Fill it with your cock. Oh, God, daddy...fuck meeeeee...”

My hands moved from her hips, and I grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart and spreading my daughter’s legs wide so more of my dick could fit into her tight little hole. I could feel Cherese’s asshole clench around my shaft, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before both of us were cumming.

“Cherie,” I groaned, my eyes locked on her. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Oh, yes, daddy!” Cherese cried. “Come inside my ass. Yes! Please cum in my ass, Daddy. I want you so bad.”

I moaned, and began pumping her ass faster as my orgasm built within me.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped. “You feel so good, baby. You’re gonna make Daddy cum. Cumming inside you...”

My words were met only with moans of pleasure. I took her ass as fast and as hard as I could, my cock buried deep inside my daughter’s ass. It wasn’t long until my entire length was filling her up with each stroke, my balls slapping against her cheeks, the sound echoing through our room.

“Oh, god,” I grunted, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pumped her ass. “I’m coming, baby.”

“I’m close, Daddy,” she panted. “Fuck me, please! I need you to fuck my ass. Oh, god...fill it.”

Cherese let out a low moan as her body shook, and her asshole clenched tightly around me. Her hands gripped the sheets of my bed, and I could see nails dig into the fabric.

“Ungh,” she gasped, “cumming. D-daddy, I’m...I’m...”

Her voice trailed off as her asshole squeezed my cock like it was trying to milk me dry. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes, feeling myself approaching my climax.

“That’s it,” I hissed. “I’m gonna do it, darling.”

“Daddy! Do it! Fill your daughter’s ass! _Oh_!!!“

I felt her squeeze tighter, and then my cock exploded, spewing my load into the condom inside my daughter. My orgasm triggered her own, her ass tightening around me with each spasm of pleasure. I kept pounding into her as she shuddered through her orgasm, the sight of my daughter’s beautiful body wracked by ecstasy driving me wild.

“Godddd,” I groaned as my cock pulsed again and another thick wad of semen shot into the condom my daughter had wrapped around my dick. “Oh, Cherie. I love you.”

“Mmmmmm,” Cherese sighed, still shaking. “Daddy...you fill me up so good...”

I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath and resting my weight atop my daughter. I could hear her breathing heavily now, too.

“Daddy,” she gasped. “Was that good?”

“Yeah, honey,” I replied, smiling at my exhausted little girl. “You did so good.”

“I loved it,” my daughter said. “I love being filled up by you. So big and hard. I love the feel of you inside of me.”

I laughed and kissed her lips. “You’re so sexy, baby. You know that? All sweaty and dirty and perfect.”

“You too, Daddy. I...I love you so much.”

Cherese let out a long groan as I slowly pulled my half-hard dick from her ass.

“Ooh, daddy,” she moaned softly as I withdrew. “I miss your cock already. It’s so hot and hard.”

“Well, not any more,” I chuckled. “That’s me done for at least a week.”

She giggled.

“Is that a challenge?”

“No,” I said, my eyes running up and down my daughter’s naked form. My eyes lingered on her long legs and huge tits, before drifting over to her cute little pussy, perfectly framed by curls. I tried to burn in the image into my brain; after tonight, we’d never get to do this again.

I smiled, forcing myself to hide my sadness. “Before our date ends...”

Cherie booed, but I ignored her and pressed on. “Before our date end, is there anything else you want to know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Anything. Anything I can teach you. You’re my daughter. I’ve been teaching you things since you were born, haven’t I? And I’m always willing to help, if you ever need it.”

“Always?” she grinned, and I shook my head.

“With most things, always,” I clarified. “But for date stuff...”

I glanced at the clock.

“...for another eighteen hours, when your mother and brother get home.”

My daughter tapped one hand against her finger, as if thinking hard.

“Well,” she said, turning her hazel eyes on me. “There is one thing I want to know.”

“What’s that?” I asked, knowing my daughter well enough to know approximately what was coming.

“You’ve shown me what it’s like to lose your virginity. But before Mom and Rick get home, maybe you could show me what it’s like the _second_ time you have sex. And the third. And the fourth...“

I held up a hand, laughing.

“That’s a little ambitious, perhaps. But...”

A lustful look crossed my face as I hungrily looked at my daughter’s beautiful, naked body on the bed.

“...let’s see what we can do.”

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	Epilogue

In this case, Cherese was right. By the time the rest of my family came home, I’d taken my daughter three more times. Twice more, I’d filled her tight pussy with my cock; once more, her ass. And in between, our hands and mouths had spent hours exploring each other’s bodies.

It was a dream come true. My little girl’s asshole felt so good around my cock. Her pussy tasted better than I imagined. And her face as I pounded her to orgasm after orgasm...I’d never seen anything like it.

My beautiful little girl had become an insatiable sex-monster.

But, like all dreams, it had to come to an end. It was time to wake up, and return to the real world.

Underslept and overstimulated, Cherese hadn’t taken it well when I’d told her we had to stop.

“Why, Daddy?” she whined. “Why do we have to stop?”

“I’m married, darling,” I reminded her. “To your mother. Those vows meant something to me.”

“And I don’t??” she cried, tears rolling down her face.

I sighed. My daughter was weary, stressed, and overtired—and probably still a little drunk. I outstretched my arms invitingly; after a moment’s hesitation, she wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head in my chest.

I held her close for a few moments, feeling her tremble against me. “It’s okay, baby,” I whispered in her ear, gently running my hands up and down her back. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.”

It was several minute before I felt my daughter’s shaking subside, and when she pulled away, there were no more tears to shed. Instead, she gave me a small smile and a nod, as if to say she understood.

“I love you, honey,” I said warmly.

“I love you too, Daddy,” she replied with a gentle sob. “I want to keep fucking you. Can’t I keep fucking you forever?”

A part of me was certainly tempted; I’d be lying if I claimed otherwise. But I’d been happily married for decades, and no matter how much I loved my daughter—and how good the sex was—I couldn’t just abandon that.

“I’m sorry, Cherie,” I sighed sadly. “It’s the end of the line. This—our date...it’s done. It has to end.”

“No!” she gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist as I tried to pull away from her. “Daddy, please! Please cum inside my ass again.”

“Baby, it’s not going to happen,” I insisted. “You know it can’t.”

I took her by the shoulders and forced her to face me. She stared into my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, running my hands up and down my daughter’s body. “So sexy. So perfect.”

“Then why...”

My stare intensified, and Cherese trailed off.

I was so sorely tempted, but I knew what was right. My marriage to Cherese’s mother had lasted over twenty years, and it wasn’t ending tonight.

“I love your mother,” I reminded her. “How many of your friend’s parents can say that?”

She smiled at my words, but her eyes remained sad.

“It’s been amazing,” I said, and we both knew that was an understatement. “But it ends now.”

With a sigh, I ordered to my daughter to go upstairs and get dressed. After a glimmer of resistance, she nodded.

“Yes, Daddy.”

When my wife got home, Cherese and I were both dressed in around-the-house clothes; I was in jeans, and she wore a simple blouse and a skirt. I say simple—with my daughter’s body, practically anything she wore was enough to draw the attention of every man who saw her, including me.

No—now that I’d seen what that body was capable of, _especially_ me.

The skirt wasn’t even particularly short, but I’d just spent almost a full day naked with my daughter, so I couldn’t help but imagine what was under it. Her firm bubble butt, her constantly-wet pussy. The top had a deep V between her breasts and a couple buttons undone, causing her huge tits to practically spill out. Even through the bra I could tell that Cherese’s nipples were hard, and my hands twitched to tear the entire outfit off her.

Despite the full-day workout my daughter had put my cock through, I still felt myself harden at the sight of her slutty little outfit.

My wife was just as exhausted as I was; while I’d spent the day teaching my daughter about sex, she’d spent the last few hours driving...and the night before with her family, definitely not something I envied.

I’d love to say that was the end of my story. That Cherese accepted her lessons were over and went off to college with an appreciation of everything her old man had taught her about dating.

But, of course, things are never that simple.

The next day, she was in my room as soon as my wife had gone downstairs to make breakfast. Despite it only being eight am—on a Sunday, at that—Cherese was already dressed up.

She looked stunning. Her long brown hair cascaded over the shoulders of her blouse, which she wore open to show off her cleavage. She had on a black skirt and heels, and she was leaning against the doorway with one arm crossed across her chest, looking as appealing as ever.

My daughter didn’t bother with small-talk. Once she knew I was awake, she’d crossed the room to kneel beside my bed.

“Daddy, I have a question for you.”

I sat up slowly, groaning at the erotic sight in front of me.

“What’s that?” I grumbled.

“You said that this—our dates, our time together...it has to end. But I was thinking...what if there’s more I need to learn?”

“Then you can do some online research,” I said flatly. “Or find a boyfriend your own age.”

“I don’t want a boy,” she replied immediately. “You’ve shown me how much better it is to learn from a _man_...“

She trailed off, her eyes wandering down my body.

“No,” I said flatly. “You know this is it. It has to be, honey.”

“But Daddy,” she moaned softly, “it’s been so great. Don’t you miss being inside of me? Don’t you miss fucking your daughter...”

“Language,” I warned. While Cherese had been in the heat of passion, I’d too-often let her language slide, and now it seemed I was paying the price.

“So punish me,” she begged. “Please, Daddy. Punish your little slut. Spank me until I’m dripping wet, then take my ass with your big, huge...”

I held up one hand.

“No means no,” I warned my daughter, but she (perhaps unsurprisingly) ignored me.

“Please, Daddy!” she cried. “Don’t stop! Please. I need it. I need you to fuck my asshole with that fat cock of yours. I’ll do whatever you want. Just keep fucking me.”

I sighed. My daughter was so beautiful, but she could be such a little brat sometimes. Youth gave her many advantages, but she was yet to learn self-control.

“Look at yourself, Cherese,” I told her sternly. “Your mother’s going to walk in here any second and what do you think she’ll see? Her daughter, on her knees, begging like a whore. Is that who you are?”

“Yes,” my daughter replied, a tear rolling down her cheek. “Yes, Daddy. For you...that’s exactly what I am. I’m your whore. I’m your naughty little slut.”

A part of me wanted to grab her by the hair and force myself into that tight, hot pussy of hers. But more than that—more than anything—I wanted to be the best father I could be, and that meant doing what was right for my daughter.

And so, I slapped her across the face.

Not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to shock her out of her tears.

“Get up,” I ordered, as she looked at me, stunned. I wasn’t looking her in the eyes, of course; my gaze was on her nose, but I could see how much my response had shocked her. “Get up and get ahold of yourself.”

She stood, wiping her tears away.

“You need to be better than this,” I insisted, my eyes focused on the floor. “You are better than this, sweetie. You have your entire life ahead of you. This is just one small facet of it. Don’t be sad that it’s ending; be glad that it happened at all.”

Cherese looked at me with a smile.

“I just thought maybe we could do it again sometime. Maybe a lot of times.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. She was more stubborn than any other creature on God’s green earth. I reached out and stroked her cheek gently.

“That’s all she wrote, baby. We’re...we’re never going to do that again.”

Perhaps it was the sadness in my voice that convinced her, but I could sense a shift in my daughter’s energy. She nodded.

“Okay,” she said softly. “I understand. It was…fun, though. I’ll never forget it.”

“Me neither,” I said honestly. How could any man forget three perfect dates with his perfect daughter?

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

She leaned forward, kissing me on the lips. Her tongue slipped between my lips as she kissed me deeply. When she pulled back, her smile was gone, replaced by a look of earnestness. “Can I ask you one last thing, Daddy? One more question, please?”

“Anything, Cherie,” I promised.

“What’s titty-fucking like?” she asked, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Out!”

It wasn’t the last time, of course. Later that afternoon, Cherese came into my office wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts (and yes, I mean _nothing_ else) and begged me to touch her, promising to be a perfect housewife if I’d just let her pleasure me. That night, she slipped into the shower with me, pressing her naked, curvy body against mine and wrapping her hand around my cock. I let her stroke me for an embarrassingly long time before realizing that she wasn’t her mother.

My daughter truly was incorrigible; every day that week, she’d enter my room or my study dressed in a sexy outfit, her tits spilling from an open blouse, her skirt riding high on her thighs.

“Daddy, I want you,” she’d beg. “Please fuck me.”

Cherese would tell me how much her holes missed me, how much she wanted to feel my big dick inside of her. I’d refuse her, and she’d do everything she could to persuade me, crying and begging and promising me anything I desired.

“I just want you to move on,” I told her firmly, doing all I could to ignore her pleas, ordering her to leave. “Find a boyfriend your own age,” I’d say. “This isn’t appropriate. I’m your father..”

And then she’d kiss me, whispering in my ear, telling me that I was wrong, and that she loved me so much, and that she could bring me pleasures that my wife never could.

She was right, of course. No matter how much I loved her mother—and I truly did love her—I knew that her body couldn’t hold a candle to Cherese’s.

But that didn’t matter. I had made a vow, and my daughter had her entire life in front of her. No mater how much both of us may have wanted it, I knew that I had to do the right thing.

For both of us.

I was almost tempted to look Cherese in the eyes and make her stop, but I resisted. I knew that she’d stop on her own.

Sure enough after a full week had passed, my daughter finally stopped getting me alone and begging. Instead, she just started giving me baleful looks from across the room...but before long, those faded away as well.

Instead, she started looking at me with confusion. Then fear. Her choice of outfits changed, too, and (somewhat to my relief) Cherese started covering up more and more of her skin.

Finally, dressed as modestly as a nun, Cherese began glaring at me with what I can only describe as hatred.

I ignored her, of course. Teenagers change their attitudes on a dime; I knew it was just another phase she’d get over, like the few weeks she’d spent insisting she was genderqueer and asking that we call her “Cher”.

Three weeks after our final date (just a few days before Cherese was due to go to college), I heard my wife’s voice from upstairs.

“Honey!” she cried out, her voice strained. “Darling, can you come up here?”

I made my way up the stairs, smiling at the sound of my daughter’s protestations. Women can be so dramatic sometimes.

My wife was sitting on the bed. Cherese, who looked absolutely terrified at the sight of me, was standing in front of her.

“What happened?”

“Honey,” my wife said, her voice thick. “It’s…”

She turned her attention to our daughter, who was refusing to look at me.

”Come on, baby,” she prompted. “Tell your father what you just told me.”

Cherese’s eyes flitted back and forth between me and her mother. For the first time in weeks, my gaze met my daughter’s face. I looked away immediately, before she could lose herself in my eyes.

That glance, brief as it was, seemed to make all the difference. After a brief, defiant pause, her shoulders slumped.

“...I’m pregnant,” my daughter muttered, breaking eye contact and staring at the floor.

My eyebrows shot up.

“What??”

“I’m pregnant,” Cherese said to her feet.

“And she won’t tell me whose it is,” my wife huffed. “And here I was thinking you were teaching her something about protection on these dates.”

The thought of my daughter being impregnated by some stranger made me sick to my stomach. “How far along are you?” I asked, and Cherese flushed.

“A bit over three weeks,” she said firmly, and my forehead furrowed as I did the math.

That was when she’d been grounded. But we’d been so careful. We’d always used a condom on our last date, and...

Oh, no.

A memory flitted into my head; the day after our penultimate date. Me, in my daughter’s room, cumming on her bare skin.

Cherese, scooping my cum into her mouth, then moving her hand between her legs.

Her cum-covered hand, touching her bare pussy. Penetrating herself. Moving my fresh semen between her legs, where it could wriggle its way up her Fallopian tubes, and…

Well, and do what women were born to do.

My daughter hadn’t gotten pregnant from our coitus. I’d impregnated her while she’d been “returning the favor”. It was a million-to-one chance...but, sure enough, she was just as fertile as her mother.

I let out a long, heavy sigh.

“Well,” I said grimly. “There goes college.”

“No!” Cherese exclaimed, her eyes widening. My wife nodded.

“I’m sorry, darling, but your father’s right. You’ll have to stay here so we can take care of you. And the baby.”

I smiled at the sound of warmth in her voice. My wife loved babies; I knew that she was going to take care of Cherese’s child as if it was her own.

“Maybe there are other options...” my daughter pleaded, but her mother and I both shook our heads.

“I’m sorry, darling,” I said firmly. “But you need to learn to take responsibility for your actions. You got yourself into this; you’ve created a life, and you’re going to take care of it.”

Cherese’s eyes flared at my words. “Did I, Daddy?” she spat. “Did I get myself into this?”

“Of course you did,” my wife replied, and I nodded.

“No one made you do anything you didn’t want to do.”

My daughter fell silent, a sullen look on her face. For the next few minutes her mother and I continued planning; discussing how much of her tuition fee we could get back, whether the family health plan included hospital births. Cherese just stood there, arms folded, snapping one-word answers whenever we’d need them.

“Oh, this will be nice,” my wife sighed, and my daughter stared at her disbelievingly. “Honey, I was really going to miss you when you went away.”

I nodded. My eyes were on my daughter’s covered stomach. It was so easy to imagine what it would look like distended, full of child. My baby was having a baby. My cock stiffened in my pants as I imagined it: Cherese’s already large tits, filling with milk, her belly swelling outwards until her waist disappeared entirely.

“It’s not fair,” my daughter said, and my wife looked up at the sob in her voice. “Mom, I was going to have a life. I was going to live my dream! And now...”

“Oh, honey,” my wife said gently. “This is just a different kind of dream.”

“Not mine,” Cherese cried.

“We know, sweetie,” my wife said soothingly. “But I promise, it won’t be as bad as you think. Will it, darling?”

I blinked twice. I’d been lost in fantasies of my daughter’s naked, pregnant body, on her knees in front of me, begging me to take her again and again and again.

“Of course not,” I said, stepping forward to rest my hand on my daughter’s stomach. She flinched at my touch, but I ignored her. There was nothing to feel, not yet, but soon it would be a baby bump, then a little round tummy, and finally...

A child.

And why stop at one? That was why we’d had Rick, after all. All children should have a sibling, and my daughter’s daughter was no exception.

Yes, two made much more sense than one. At _least_ two.

My wife would be so happy; a house full of babies for years to come.

“You’ll love being a mom,” I told her, and my daughter’s face twisted in anger.

“Oh, it’ll be nice to keep the whole family together,” my wife sighed happily. “Although...”

I shot my wife a look. “What?”

“Well,” she admitted. “I was really growing to love having that time to myself on Friday nights. Perhaps you two could keep having those adorable little Daddy-daughter dates, since Cherese is going to be around anyway.”

I smiled at my wife. “What a lovely idea. Don’t you think, Cherese?”

“No!” my daughter exclaimed, before her eyes met mine in a look of sheer terror. None of us said anything for several moments, as my eyes bore into Cherese’s.

Finally, after almost a minute of prolonged eye contact, my daughter’s shoulders slumped in resignation.

“Then it’s settled,” my wife said with a clap of her hands. “Friday night is date night.”

“Only if Cherese wants to,” I said, continuing to stare into the newly pregnant teenager’s eyes. “In fact, just to make sure…maybe she should beg.”

There was a long silence, until my daughter’s voice sobbingly broke it.

“P-please, Daddy,” she said. “Please?”

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