I love my daughter. And she loves me. We have always been close. Much closer than most other fathers are with their daughters. She always was a daddy girl that had it difficult with her mom. Maybe her mom, my wife was jealous on her. Jealous on the attention I gave my daughter, not my wife. But that is a thing of the past now. Only one of them is left in my life.

It all began when my daughter was in her late teens. We loved to watch TV together. We always were watching TV in the living room. Sometimes with my wife, sometimes without her. When my wife was out, my daughter and me were always cuddling beneath a cozy blanket while enjoying some show together. One day she just asked me:” Daddy, why are other men just not like you? Why do the want nothing but fucking me?”

I had no clue how to answer. Or what to answer. She just caught me by surprise. So I just said: “I have no clue. Maybe because I am your father. And I don’t see you that way.”

“So you don’t like me?”

“Not in that way. You are my daughter. Daddies don’t see their daughters not in that way.”

“But daddy, all the others like me. Why not you? Don’t you like my tits?”

While she spoke the last words, she pulled down the blanket and pulled up her sweater.

What a damn beautiful pair of tits she was showing off. Big, round and soft. They captured my eyes. I just had to stare at them. And she took notice of it: “See daddy, you like them too. Want to touch them?”

“No. Please. Cover them up. You are my daughter.”

“Come on daddy, it is okay. Many other men, some even older than you have played with them.”

My head said no. Don’t do it. But my hands were already on them. Touching them. Squeezing them. Gentle. Playing with her hard nipples. And yes, I popped hard wood. A tent was building up. My daughter smiled at it: “See daddy, you like it too. Like all the others.”

She shocked me. I got panic. I pulled back my hands. Stopped playing with her damn hot tits immediately: “Daddy, don’t. Don’t stop. It feels good. I am dreaming of it since years. So please daddy, don’t stop.”

She looked at me with the biggest eyes I have ever seen. She made my heart melt. I just couldn’t say no. So I kept on massaging her tits. I even sucked her nipples. She loved it. Enjoyed it. But told me to stop: “Now daddy, it is time to make it more comfortable for you.”

She made me lean back, removed the blanket and pulled down my pants and boxers. She smiled at my rock hard dick. A few seconds later she was sucking on it. At first the tip only. Then deeper, and deeper. Until she was balls deep. She clearly had done this before. She didn’t even gag on it. Someone must have trained her well. She even knew how to play with my balls. I just had to enjoy it. Her mom never did stuff like that for me.

It just felt awesome. Hot, dirty, kinky, forbidden. Just a turn on. She kept me on the edge. She kept me close do an orgasm. But never let me jump over. After a while, she asked me: “Daddy, you like it that way?”

I just said “Yes. More. I love it.”

“No daddy, you have enough. Now you fuck me. Fuck your hot daughter.”

She just stood up and bend over. Exposed her clean shaven cunt. Exposed her swollen pussy lips. Wet and ready. I just stood up. And filled her up with my raging hard cock.

Slow in the beginning. Gentle. Not enough for her: “Harder daddy. Faster daddy.”

I went all in. I gave everything. She began to moan. Loud. She event turned it up to 11: “Fuck me daddy. Dump a big and nasty load in my unprotected pussy. Breed me. Make me pregnant.”

And it happened. A nasty big load accompanied by a body shaking orgasm for me. And the same for her. We came together. During our first time.
And it happened in exactly that moment, that my wife, her mom came back home. She caught us in the act. She stared at us. My daughter just said: “Hi mom. Wanna join in?”

Too much for my wife. She said nothing. She just went up, packed a suitcase and left. We never ever saw her again. She just sent someone over to pick up the rest of her stuff.

It was a shock for me. I still was in love with my wife. But my daughter was there for me. She cared for me. And she said one thing, with a far too big smile on her face: “It is okay when mommy leaves, daddy. I am still here. I care for you. I am your little fucktoy.”

And yes, as always, nothign but a made up story.