I Need You Ch 01

I Need You - Ch.01

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSONS OR PLACES IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL!!!

This story contains incest. If this isn't your cup of tea please move on.

I write primarily for myself. I'm not very good but I hope you enjoy.

All rights reserved.

Lots of Love, Casino

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"Oh Daddy! I'm sorry I was naughty. I'll be your good girl, I promise." Daddy had my tits pinned to the wall with a forearm across my shoulders. This was one of my favorite positions for punishment. My back was arched with my reddened ass proudly crushed up against his pelvis. He pounded my pussy relentlessly with his thick cock. It was a solid 6 inches and felt like getting fucked with a silo of Pabst.

He pulled my hair and hissed in my ear, "This is what happens to naughty girls who don't listen?" He released my hair and slapped my ass. With one arm still pinning my shoulders, he ran his other hand down my soft tummy, between my legs. He gently pulled at the ring piercing my clitoris hood and my legs began quivering.

"I'm sorry Daddy but it was such a pretty pair of panties." My sopping wet twat made obscene noises with every thrust. I'd cum twice already and my pussy was purring towards a third. It was a Carte Blanche day and I didn't have to ask his permission to cum. Nobody can fuck a girl quite like her daddy.

"I know why you bought them. You wanted some punishment from Daddy."

I giggled, "Most girls don't... uhhhhh, fuck..." He rammed me harder and faster, "know what they're missing. Oh Jesus, Daddy!"

Three more cunt ripping thrusts and my third orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. "OH... DADDY!" I screamed as my legs gave way. Daddy caught me before slumping to the floor.

He grunted, thrusting 6 more times. I felt rope after rope of his cum shoot deep into me. It never got old. "Oh God, baby girl. I swear you're going to kill me one of these days." He panted as he slowly pulled his cock from my sloppy hole. His seed spilled out of my slit and down the inside of my thighs.

He lifted me into his arms and I kissed him gently on the lips. "Thank you Daddy. Now take me to bed, please."

He took me to our room and laid me gently down on our bed. He took my collar off to make sleeping more comfortable. He laid next to me and pulled me to his side. I put my head on his chest grinning like an idiot because my puffy well punished pussy was still humming post orgasm.

I began drifting off to sleep, then I remembered something, "Hey Daddy, Karlee is going to be in town this weekend. Could she spend Saturday night with us?" Karlee knew about my love for Daddy, she sensed it many years ago in church of all places.

"I don't know, Honeybee. The last time she spent the night, you two almost broke me."

"Please, Daddy? She's here without her wife and she needs some cock. Yours is the only one that has ever gotten her off. Please, Daddy?"

Daddy frowned, "Is her wife ok with this? I don't want to break up a family."

"Yes Daddy, Keisha knows that Karlee needs some dick every once in a while."

"Ok, fine. Since you asked so sweetly, she can spend Saturday with us."

"Thank you, Daddy." I gave him a sweet kiss and cuddled next to him, drifting off to sleep.

I'd loved him my whole life and I never got bored with our sex life. We've been lovers since my High School graduation and I've never regretted that decision.

I suppose I should give you the details of our torrid, forbidden love.

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My mom and dad had me when they were very young. They both had problems with substance abuse but Daddy straightened out when mom got pregnant. Mom managed to stay sober for me during the pregnancy but couldn't keep her shit together to be a mother. She couldn't take the pressure and walked out on Daddy and me when I was 18 months old. I only have fleeting memories of her, more feelings than images.

She's never attempted to contact us and we've never tried to find her. So it's just been me and Daddy for as long as I can remember. I've tried to hide my bitterness, I used to get sad and frustrated when my friends would have girls days with their moms. My friends would try to include me in their outings and their mothers were always sweet to me. While I appreciated the thought and effort, I felt like I was an outsider no matter how graciously I was treated. Then I would remember how much my dad loved and cared for me and it would be alright.

Daddy was a self made man and despite his busy work schedule, he never missed a soccer game or tennis match. He always helped me with my homework and taught me to think logically. He was always on my side but he was a fair disciplinarian when I would step out of line.

Daddy was my whole world. When I turned 18 (well let's face it, since I hit my teens) I noticed that he seemed lonely. He was happy but also sad that I was growing up. We always had fun together but I could tell when we were in public he would sometimes look longingly at pretty women passing by. I think he had some regrets about not having a relationship. He would never admit it but I could tell that he was sad about me leaving home. He would frequently reminisce about fun trips or funny stories from when I was little or a tween. It was clear, he was afraid of being alone.

We were out for lunch at a small lakeside cafe when I decided to broach the subject. "Daddy can I ask you something?" I asked, swirling my straw in my hot fudge malt.

"What's on your mind, Violet?" He said, trying not to look concerned, taking a sip of his espresso.

"Oh, it's nothing bad, Daddy." He relaxed, looking assured. "It's just..." I trailed off.

"What is it?" He gently probed.

"Well..." I paused again, "How come you never got married?"

He reached across the table and gently patted my hand. "That's not a question daughters ask their fathers." He said with a gentle smile trying to deflect the question.

"Come on daddy?" I asked, rolling my eyes, "A man as handsome as you should at least have a girlfriend." This was the first time I'd ever even seen him slightly blush.

"I'm your father and raising you has always been my priority. You needed a stable home more than I needed a lady."

I looked directly into his eyes, "Daddy..." I said with an evil little smirk, "You're a man and every man has needs."

"That's it, I'm canceling your subscription to Cosmo." He smiled, chiding me gently, again deflecting.

"Seriously, daddy." I said with a little pout.

"That is seriously none of your business." Was all he replied.

"Come on, Daddy. I overheard Linda's mom talking to Maggie's and they absolutely gushed over you." It happened again! He blushed! It was true, however. Daddy was gorgeous, he was tall, well built for his 36 years and his charcoal black hair had started to gray a little at the temples. His piercing gray eyes could warm your heart or make your blood run cold. A boy was trying to get fresh with me after a soccer game, my Daddy gave him the death stare and he turned white as a sheet and ran away.

"And this is seriously the last time we talk about this subject." He gave me a serious look telling me to drop it. "Now my dear. You're graduating in two weeks. It's a very special milestone. What would you like to do? Do you want a big party?"

I felt it for the first time. The butterflies in my tummy. Right then and there I knew exactly what I wanted. I think I had wanted it for quite some time but it would be difficult. I bit my lower lip and stared at him intently, "I don't want a big party, Daddy. Just a couple friends for a pool party the Saturday after graduation. I want you to take me out on graduation night, though?"

"Sure honey."

I giggled and bit my lip again, "Will you take me for dinner and dancing?"

He gave me a quizzical look, "Dancing?"

"Please, Dad?" I gave him the irresistible doe eyes.

"Ok Honeybee. If that's what you want." He shrugged his shoulders. "I think there's a dinner and dancing place in the next town over. It's supposed to be a really nice place. I'll make reservations. Would you like a couple of your friends to come along?"

"No, I just want to spend time with you, Daddy." 'And seduce you, you gorgeous hunk of man.' I thought to myself. My pulse raced with my wicked thoughts and my plans began to form. I knew what I wanted for my graduation. I didn't want a car or a trip or jewelry. I wanted my Daddy and I was going to be his good girl, forever.

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I suppose I should describe myself. My name is Violet. I'm 5' 5" tall, 125 lbs with olive skin. I have shoulder length black hair and deep brown eyes. My boobs are a perky soft C-cup with a skinny waist and a slight tummy. I have wide hips and a soft round bubble butt that jiggles nicely when I walk.

I was very limited in my sexual experience. Aside from the very rare blow job or getting my pussy licked, I've never had intercourse. I enjoyed messing around with my girlfriends more than boys, but I was tired of masturbating and I wanted Daddy to take my virginity as my graduation present. I didn't trust any boys at my school to take it, they were dull and uninteresting. My daddy was big, strong, worldly and most important, SEXY!

I spent the first week slowly getting him used to some extended touches. I wore less clothing around the house. I mostly wore tank tops without my bra letting my young perky tits jiggle and sway. I also wore small panties or boy shorts that showed off my butt cheeks. My hugs with him were a little longer and I would linger in his arms. I would kiss him on the lips but not too long. I snuggled with him watching shows and movies. I always chose something with lots of sexy scenes. Some older movies from the 80s and 90s or shows on any of the streaming services.

It was the next weekend after our talk at the cafe. A Friday evening after a long week of my subtle flirting and teasing. We were going to watch Angel Heart and we grabbed snacks and drinks from the kitchen. He was pouring a glass of wine. I decided to make my first small move. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and pressed my firm young tits into his back. "Can I have a glass of wine, Daddy?" I asked him, kissing his shoulder.

He jumped a little at the strange contact. "Uuhhh... you're not old enough, Honeybee."

I squeezed him a little harder, "Please Daddy?" I ran one of my hands up stroking his strong chest and my other hand over his stomach just above the waistband of his shorts.

"Fine, fine. One glass, ok?" He said wriggling away from me. I could tell I made him a little uncomfortable. In our state, It's legal to drink underage with your parents permission and supervision.

He grabbed a second wine glass and poured me some wine. He handed me the glass and raised his glass to make a toast. He was about to say something when I put a finger to his lips to silence him. "To us Daddy, our love forever. Slainte!" I said clinking glasses with him and leaned in quickly, kissing him gently, lingering on his lips.

He pulled back but said nothing. He was definitely dazed and confused.

I took a sip and kissed him again. "I'm gonna get ready for bed, Daddy. Cue up the movie, ok?"

"Sss sure... Ok honey." He stammered.

I walked slowly to my room wiggling my ass. I turned around and winked. He was watching me. I changed into a white skin tight tank top and a skimpy baby blue thong showing my wide jiggly ass cheeks. I loved the way my tits swayed and jiggled without a bra. 'Time to push daddy a little farther.' I thought to myself, getting hornier with every naughty thought shooting through my mind.

I walked back through the kitchen and grabbed my glass of wine. I made my way to the family room where I found daddy sitting at the end of the couch sipping his wine.

I turned down the lights and slowly moved to him, "Can I sit on your lap Daddy?"

He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, noticing the tiny thong that barely covered my puffy pussy lips, "You should put some shorts on, Violet."

"But I'm comfy." I pouted.

"Aren't you a little old to be sitting on my lap?"

"Nonsense." I said confidently, planting my round ass firmly on his lap, "I miss snuggling in your lap. Plus parts of this movie are scary. You need to protect your little girl." I said playfully pulling a blanket over us from the back of the couch and snuggling into his broad chest. I sipped my wine and smiled up at him.

He simply smiled at me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder pulling me tight and kissing the top of my head. "Whatever you say kiddo." He pressed play and the movie began.

We watched the movie quietly. I shifted and squirmed on his lap and sipped my wine. Giggling at the first saucy scene, I said "She's got pretty titties doesn't she Daddy?" I played a little tipsier than I was and waited for a response.

He just sighed, "Yes my dear, she has lovely breasts." He was clearly uncomfortable. To his credit he answered honestly. My sweet Daddy never lies to me.

I sat up and giggled again, pressing my tits together with my arms, I pushed them in his face, " But mine are bigger aren't they Daddy." I bit my lip and giggled again.

"Geez, sweetheart!" He declared, frowning a bit, before scolding me, "Sit back and behave or I'm kicking you over to the other end of the couch."

I pouted and snuggled in with a huff, "You're no fun Daddy." I squirmed my ass in his lap again and was pleased to feel his fat cock harden in his pants. The simple fact that I made him hard made my pussy tingle. I could feel my juices seep from my pussy.

We watched more of the movie. I shifted in his lap often to keep him hard and hugged him tight during the scary parts.

Then the infamous scene with the main characters fucking with blood dripping down on them hit the screen. For some reason I get super wet at the end of the scene when he chokes her. I looked up at daddy and brought his face to mine. "Thank you for snuggling with me Daddy." I whispered and kissed him gently on the lips. While our lips were locked in a kiss, I took his hand and pressed it into one of my tits.

"Whoa!!! Ok sweetheart!" He easily lifted me off his lap and set me down gently and on the couch. "What on earth has gotten into you?!"

I put my wine on the coffee table, I pouted and crossed my arms pushing my tits up, "Don't you think I'm pretty Daddy?" I moved back closer to him.

"You're a beautiful young woman. But that's not the point."

I giggled and straddled his lap and kissed him again, long and hard. I was completely out of control. I reached down between my legs and rubbed his thick hard cock through his shorts. It felt huge. "You're hard cock tells me what you want."

He grabbed both my wrists and pulled them away from his body. He was pissed. "Stop it!" He barked and pushed me away from him. "I'm going to bed." He quickly left the room, his cock straining against his shorts and I heard him slam his door.

I smiled to myself. I was so naughty and bratty that it made him really mad. I loved being a brat and his rage made me so wet and my nipples were hard as fuck. My mind wandered and I day dreamed images of Daddy holding me face down on the floor plowing my pussy, stretching it out and cumming deep inside me. I was overwhelmed and took off for my room.

Daddy's door was still closed at the end of the hall. I slipped into my room and quickly stripped what little clothes I had on. I crawled onto my bed on my hands and knees. With my ass pointed towards my door, I planted my face and tits into my bedspread. Imagining Daddy behind me ready to fuck, I reached between my legs and slid two fingers into my hot, wet twat. My labia was clean shaven but I loved leaving a well trimmed triangle of pussy hair above my clit on my mons pubis. Sometimes I like to grip and pull my pussy hair when I cum.

I was not being quiet about playing with myself either. I took my time getting my wet pussy purring close to orgasm. I heard his door open and felt his presence at my door. I kept my eyes shut and began feverishly working my cunt. My new audience excited me even more.

I pounded my twat faster and pinched my clit with my other hand. "Yes, Daddy." I whispered aloud to myself. The crushing weight of my orgasm hit me like an anvil.

I moaned and twitched and collapsed to my side on my bed. I panted as I opened my eyes. I looked at the door and saw his silhouette. I gave him a twisted grin in the low light and hissed, "Did you like the show, Daddy?" I felt my cunt oozing down the back of my leg and ass.

There was a long pause. Then he spoke, low and soft but angry, "Tomorrow... we need to talk." He pushed the lock button on the back of my door knob and pulled my door shut. He retreated to his room and I heard his door shut.

I drifted off to a deep sleep, happily dreaming of Daddy.

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I came downstairs the next morning and bounced eagerly into the kitchen. Daddy was sitting at the table drinking a cup of black coffee. I wore a black tank top and g-string that was smaller than the thong the night before, my furry triangle peeking out the top. I didn't even bother cleaning myself from my masturbation session before bedtime. I reeked of sex. Smelling myself made me wet again. "Good morning Daddy!" I sang as I poured myself a cup.

He said nothing. His face was filled with darkness. A mood I've rarely seen before. He was always very stoic but now he looked dangerous. I decided to push the envelope further. I moved towards him and sat on the table next to him. I put one foot on the chair next to me and let the other dangle. My legs spread naturally and I felt my pussy lips escape the confines of my G-string.

"What's wrong Daddy?" I said in my innocent girl voice, biting my lower lip.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" He looked directly into my eyes, an eyebrow raised.

"What do you mean?" Taking a sip of my coffee.

"You've been wearing next to nothing all week. Constantly teasing me and pressing yourself into me. Last night you kissed me, grabbed my hand to cup your breast. Then you straddled me and grabbed my penis through my shorts. Of course to top it off, you were loud as hell when you were masterbating in your room. Whatever you're doing needs to stop."

I giggled, which was not what he wanted to hear. "And after you watched me climax, you locked my door and pulled it shut. Why did you lock my door Daddy?"

"Enough!" He was pissed and I could see his hard cock through his pants. "Go to your room and put some clothes on!" He was trying to command me.

I put my index finger in my mouth and sucked the tip. Then I pulled it out of my mouth and said. "But I've got clothes on, Daddy."

"I mean clothes that cover yourself. Not clothes where your labia is hanging out and for the sake of God take a shower. You reek of sex."

"How would you know? You haven't had sex in almost two decades." I shot back at him. "I'm not going to put on more clothes. I like the way I feel dressed this way."

"That's IT!" He jumped up and grabbed me by the hair. I dropped my cup to the table, it spilled and I winced in pain. He dragged me into the living room. He pushed me over the arm of the couch and held my waist to it firmly with one strong hand. "If you're going to act like a naughty girl, you're going to get spanked like a naughty girl."

SMACK! SMACK! Two sharp, strong blows. One to each ass cheek.

I gasped, it was like electricity shot to my clit, "OOOHHH DADDY!" My pussy instantly started humming towards an orgasm.

SMACK! SMACK! I felt my ass heat and redden.

"Oh Daddy..." I whimpered. I felt my juices running from my eager slit, down the inside of my thighs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Jesus Christ! Are you wet! What is wrong with you!?!?"

I rotated my hips desperately trying to rub my pussy on something, anything, "Please Daddy Please!!! Spank me more." Surprisingly he obliged.