These quickies are meant to be glimpses into the lives of Daddies who fuck their daughters. I won't be elaborating on, or adding to any of them in the future. You'll surely be left with questions or the desire for more, but I encourage you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks and see where the story takes you.
All characters are 18+
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My wife was out of town visiting her parents. She'd taken our 14 year old son along, concerned his older sisters and I couldn't be trusted to see to his well being, I guess. I did work a lot. And my daughters, well, they were interested in going out and making the most of their summer. At 18 and 20, there wasn't much at home they could be bothered with.
I was supposed to be working, but bad weather was rolling in. After watching the tropical storm sweep across the Atlantic, never gaining strength, but never losing it either, I'd told my foremen to secure everything and send crews home. It would be at least two days before any work could resume.
It was only 2pm when I entered the house. I kicked off my boots in the mudroom and dropped my bag on the floor, something I couldn't get away with when the wife was home.
The downstairs was empty, quiet. I wondered if the girls were even here. Their cars were in the driveway, as was another I didn't recognize, but that wasn't unusual. The amount of bodies a girl could pack into one vehicle when they had somewhere important to be, was impressive.
I was debating with myself between a shower and a nap as I climbed our curved staircase to the second floor. I turned left on the landing towards the master, before remembering I needed to feed the fish in my son's room. I changed direction and walked the few steps to the corner of the L shaped house I'd designed and built.
I looked up and nearly tripped over my feet. My 18 yr old, Emily, was standing halfway down the hall at what I thought was her sister's closed bedroom door. She must have noticed my movement because her eyes snapped to me, surprise registered on her face, and she ripped her hand out of the front of her shorts.
What the hell?
She flushed bright red. I moved toward her and for every step I took, she took one back. I wasn't even close to reaching her original spot when I heard it. We both froze.
"Oh fuck, right there! I'm coming, I'm coming." And then a wailing scream I probably would have heard outside. In my car. With the radio on.
Emily all but forgotten, I practically stomped to my other daughter's door. It was open a fraction. Enough to see her lying naked on her bed, a clothed stranger's face between her shaking thighs, with his hands covering both her tits.
I couldn't think. I couldn't unsee what was right in front of me. Mostly because I couldn't stop watching Missy come. If I'd been tempted to yell, the words would've been stuck deep in my too dry, constricted throat anyway. I was lucky just to be able to still breathe. My heart was hammering inside my chest, harder than it ever had when I was angry.
It was anger I was feeling, right?
While she still shook and fucked the man's face, he drew his hands back, lifted his hips, and started undoing his pants. That was the time to say something. Right when I realized he was about to pull his cock out and fuck my first born with it. But her body. I saw it all then. She had the roundest tits I'd ever seen on a woman flat on her back. They were marred with someone else's red hand prints where he'd squeezed them.
She had a tattoo I didn't know about. Low on her hip where his arm had covered it before. A crown. Princess. I always called her my princess. And that was what made me hard. Not her tits, her orgasm, her willingness to let this man inside her. She'd tattooed me on her body.
Fuck. My jeans got tight. I could feel my pounding pulse pumping blood through my body, into my cock. I had an overwhelming urge to run. Just get out before too much about our perfect lives could change. I also had an overwhelming urge to beat the shit out of this man. Not for touching my girl, but so I could touch her myself. Indecision, lust, shame, tangled together in my stomach.
I just watched. His pants came open enough, that his cock fell free. He rubbed it against the sheets of my daughter's bed.
She was still coming. It had felt like days had gone by, but I realized it had been less than a minute. Everything that made me the man and father I was, was altered in less time than it took to reheat leftovers in the microwave.
No. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't watch the man continue. I couldn't lose myself like that.
I put my hand to the door, ready to push it open, when delicious pressure caressed my cock through my jeans.
Emily.
I looked down. Her small hand with its long fingers pressed against the ridge of my erection. I hadn't even felt her walk up. Hell, I'd forgotten she existed.
My eyes followed her slender arm up where it passed over her the waistband of her shorts. They were open. I remembered she'd been watching, realized she'd been touching herself.
Her bicep was pushed up against the side of her boob creating a deep line of cleavage above the neckline of her tank top that heaved with out of control breaths. Her face looked to me, her lips slightly parted, but her eyes watched through the door. She was aroused. She was stroking me.
I reached up and cupped her cheek capturing her attention.
"No, baby." I whispered.
