All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
Nominally, we were in the shower to get clean. Missy's face was a mess of snot, drool, tears, and cum. Despite the redness of her face and eyes and her hair messy from my pulling it, she was the most gorgeous and adorable thing I could imagine. The running water ran down her front as I held her at arm's length, only to get a look at her beautifully curved body. Her face was still a little dazed and unsteady from taking my cock deep in her throat. She had struggled, gagging and choking. I helped her with gentle pushes and encouraging words. In the end, she got what she wanted, a mouthful of her Daddy's cum, which she ate up like candy. I got what I wanted too.
She smiled and looked away. "Daddy, you're staring at me." I couldn't help smiling. After all she had said and done, she was still shy about me looking at her.
"How can I not enjoy you when you're right in front of me, Babydoll?" My hands ran up her thighs to her sides, rubbing her chest and little tits with soap. The shower was only just big enough for the two of us to stand this far apart. The glass sliding door was already steamed up with the hot water. She maneuvered so as not to get her hair wet. Her black curls stood out from her head, even wilder than usual.
Though I had cum in her only ten minutes earlier, I was already getting hard again. She was mine in every way, both an adoring, loving daughter and a dirty little vixen, hungry for every last drop of her Daddy. And she was spread out in front of me like a feast. My hands stopped at her boobs, already slippery with soap. Her nipples were hard even in the warm water and my fingers teased the erect tips. "But Daddy, I don't-"
"Shh. Missy, there are some things I'm going to need from you. Obviously, things are different between us than they used to be." I don't remember the last time I had made such an understatement. We had done so much now, kissing, groping, fondling, and sucking. Now her virginity loomed on my horizon, ready for me to take. It seemed like fate now, something neither of us could fight. Not that I wanted to anymore.
"What do you mean, Daddy?" Her arms went down my hairy chest. Though she said nothing about it, I could tell in her eyes when she noticed my erection.
To this day, I'm not sure if I wanted to use our intimate encounters to care for Melissa or if I simply used the idea to cloak my perverted lust. Either way, the effect was the same. She was mine to care for. "No more talking down your body. You're so beautiful-"
"No, Daddy, I don't like it. My butt is too big," she whined.
I slid my hands down her arms. "Hey, what did I just say?" My hands reached her wrists, which I seized and pushed back, pinning her to the wall. Her green eyes were wide with shock, but there was a sparkle of submissive delight in them. My wet flesh pressed into hers, my boner poking into her belly. "You're beautiful, and I won't hear any disagreement from you."
Missy's chest heaved, her body fully exposed and vulnerable with her hands behind her head. "Do you understand?" I asked, moving my face closer.
"Yes, Daddy," Missy whispered.
Her eyes met mine and her mouth drooped open in the unconscious way it did when your body needed more air. I was only inches from her face, and could feel her warm breath on my lips. Our lips met, and I pulled Missy's hands up, completely immobilizing her against the shower wall. My tongue penetrated her mouth first, and her contentment manifested in a humming sigh. She turned her head, and opened her mouth as far as it would go. I wanted to eat her, the daughter made with a minute speck of my own body, for her to go back into me and I into her. Our chests pressed together and I felt her soft and firm tits with the hard nipples poking against me. I wanted all of her, every last wet, hot inch.
As I squished her into the wall, her tender body pressed against mine and set my cock on fire, and it dangled, angry and hard, between my legs, slapping her side. "You have a gorgeous body, Babydoll," I said. She shook her head, but she was smiling. I loosened my grip on her wrists and moved my hands down again to her small, firm tits. They fit right in my hands, just the perfect size. I gave them a squeeze. "Love these tits. See how they're just right for my hands? And your nipples blush when you get horny."
Her face was turning red now too, and though she was beaming, she couldn't meet my eyes. "Daddy..." she cooed.
"And your belly and hips," I moved my hands down to said hips and sank my fingers into her hot flesh. Melissa gulped. "Your belly is little and just enough for me to enjoy. Just the right amount for Daddy. I can even get some in my hand and enjoy it." I pinched a little bit of fat from her belly, as much as I could. She always hid her midsection, and she would tell me that she was fat. Her belly was easy enough for her to hide under a shirt, truly it was hardly there. She had that look on her face, a mix of arousal, submission, and embarrassment, the realization that she was completely on display and vulnerable. Her Daddy was the only person she could ever be like this with, and she begged me to take care of her and give her what she deserved.
My hands moved down to her crotch, petting the black triangle of her bush. Melissa's breath fluttered. "It's beautiful. So many girls shave off their pretty hair. I'll never get why." My fingers sank in, touching the lips of her pussy.
"That feels good, Daddy. My kitty is all yours. It belongs to you." she squealed.
I rubbed the length of her lips, which were slippery with her honey even in the shower. Her legs parted slightly and her hips tilted. "Good girl," I whispered. "I'm going to be a good Daddy and take care of it."
"Do you mean...?" She said.
"Babydoll, I've done a lot with your cute little kitty."
"But are you gonna fu-"
"Shh," I said. I told myself that it might not go that far, that Missy and I might not fuck. A foolish notion in retrospect. "Turn around, Missy Bear."
"But Daddy..." she whined.
