This story contains a gangbang of an eighteen-year-old virgin, and an incest scene between father and daughter.
Every character portrayed in this story is eighteen or older.
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I slept in.
I woke up.
It was two p.m., but I donned my bathrobe and made myself breakfast.
I went all-out: scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage links, orange juice, flapjacks with syrup and strawberries, and home fries. I even used my wife's french press to make coffee.
My wife, Amelia. My wife, Milly. My wife... Sapphire.
The name she used as a prostitute had become her daily name. From now on, I would think of her only as Sapphire.
'That smells
amazing
, daddy,' said a female voice, and I realized that the voice belonged to my daughter, Maddy. As she slipped off her coat, I remembered the change with a jolt. No... My daughter, whose name had become Chastity ever since she, too, became a whore.
She hung her coat over a chair, and my brain almost shut down.
Chastity was wearing what looked like a pink bathing suit, made entirely of fishnet. The spaces between the fabric links were large diamonds. At each apex was a gem which caught the early afternoon light and complimented the gems of her various piercings. She wore shimmering pink boots that ended at the knee. And there was nothing else, except for cum. Cum glistened on both corners of her mouth, poured down her neck, and had frosted her breasts and tummy. The inside of her thighs were wholly coated. It splattered in droplets as she walked past me and helped herself to some bacon. As she turned, I saw that each of her buttocks was glazed with cum, and I thought, involuntarily, of cinnamon rolls.
But there was something else distracting me about her ass, besides its bubbly perfection.
'New tattoo?' My voice, I realized, sounded faint. I swallowed hard. I hadn't taken care of my morning wood, and my erection was stiff enough to poke the underside of the kitchen table.
'Mmmhmm. See what it says?'
Curving across her left buttock, the outline of a word was inked. I squinted. It was covered by a kind of porous plastic sheet which was taped to her flesh.
'I can't tell, baby.'
'It says 'DADDY'S,' she giggled. But it's not done... I need to finish it.'
'Finish it?' I asked, weakly.
'Yep. I'm gonna do another word on my other side. So it'll say 'DADDY'S WHORE...' or 'DADDY'S SLUT'... but my belly already says 'slut,' so...'
'Ohhh... I like that, baby. I like 'daddy's whore'.'
I could cut through steel with my dick right now
, I thought, unable to form more coherent sentences.
'I like that one too,' she nodded. 'I got it for you, daddy. It's so everybody knows who I belong to.'
I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up. I hadn't closed my robe, and my cock was sticking straight out of my boxers, pointing to at the ceiling.
'Daddy needs to fuck you,' I told my daughter.
'No, daddy. Let me take a bath first. Look at how full of cum my pussy is.' She leaned over the stove, still munching on bacon, and showed me the state of her pussy.
It was shocking. Her pink inner labia gaped open. Her hole was dilated almost two inches. Inside, I could clearly see a lake of semen: half dried, half wet. Her asshole was streaming cum, twitching and occasionally opening just to leak more.
'See? I'm dirty!'
Never, in my almost forty years of life, have I cum without touching my dick. I almost made a record. Instead it twitched, and precum started to leak. I didn't know why it excited me so much, why the sight of my precious, sweet angel- who I had protected and cared for eighteen years- gaping from having been gangbanged literally all night, by dozens of men, made me lose my senses. But it did.
'You look so, so sexy, Chastity,' I whispered. I was dizzy, and I had to put my hand on the table. 'If you don't want to fuck daddy right now, you don't have to. Can I fuck your pussy after you're done with your bath?'
'Of course, daddy,' she answered, her blue eyes shining. 'You can use my pussy hole any time you want, but I just thought you might like it better if I cleaned it first.'
For some reason, my voice caught in my throat when I tried to speak. I wanted to tell her that I loved the way she looked soaked in cum, and that I wanted to feel the slickness on my cock as I glided into her loose, open pussy, knowing that I was following dozens of cocks. I wanted to run my tongue over the curves of my body, not caring- no, loving- that she was coated in semen.
But I couldn't say it.
'Alright, baby. You have as much breakfast as you want, then wash up and go to bed. Daddy will come to your bedroom.'
'Yes, daddy,' she said obediently.
She ate her breakfast standing, heedless of the puddle forming underneath her.
'Is mommy home yet?' she asked.
'No. Should she be?' I asked, alarmed.
'Nope, probably not. She goes over to her regular customer's mansion on Tuesdays.'
'Mansion?' I asked, relieved.
'Mmmhmm. This one's really rich.' Here she paused, about to add a detail, but she seemed to think the better of it. 'This is really good, daddy,' she added, indicated the orange juice. Vaguely, I realized she was wearing her hair in a ponytail today. Cute.
'Hand-squeezed.' A thought occurred to me. 'Honey, when Sapphire's not with you, do you walk home?'
'Yeah. I don't have a car yet. I guess I could buy one. I've never really thought about it before.'
'Is that safe? Walking home, I mean.'
