Daddy
by Pan
My cock throbbed as I watched her.
Kelly was young. Hot. She had blonde hair, dark eyes, and full lips. God, those lips. Her tits were straining against her tight, white tank top, and she looked up at me with an innocent smile on her face.
Her skin was pale, but not in an unhealthy way. No, believe me — the young lady was fit. I could imagine her bouncing up and down on my erection, those perky tits bouncing as she showed me exactly how healthy she was.
It wasn’t just because she was beautiful, either; it was something deeper. Something primal. Something that men don’t normally talk about.
You see, the girl I was watching was my daughter.
I’m pretty sure a lot of you will hate what happened next. You’ll get angry, mad that I ever let myself become involved in such a situation. You may feel uncomfortable reading any further.
That’s okay. There’s no need to keep going. Just close the tab and move along; go back to your normal life, where everything is safe and predictable. I’m not recounting what happened for your approval.
But I know that some people will enjoy hearing my tale. This story is for you.
I didn’t learn until recently that I’d fathered a child. Not only did I not know I was father, neither did anyone else. The mother — a one-night stand from almost twenty years earlier — had been in a long-term relationship, and had naturally assumed that he was the father.
At least, I’m sure that’s what she told herself.
It wasn’t until my daughter—Kelly—took one of those 23 and Me kits that she worked out the man she’d always called Dad wasn’t her biological father.
As it happened, I’d done the same kit a few years earlier. I’d been blown away to learn that I was a father. I had a daughter.
But nothing had prepared me for how attractive I’d find her.
We met in a cafe and got along immediately. We had a lot in common: you could tell at a glance that we were related, but it was more than that. We had the same sense of humor, a few of the same quirks and hobbies.
But the entire time, I couldn’t help thinking about how attractive she was. She was just…perfect. One of the hottest creatures I’d ever seen.
As she wrapped her lips around the straw, slurping up a milkshake while listening to me summarize my life story, a shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t help but imagine my daughter’s lips wrapped around me, slurping me down.
I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her senseless.
I know. I’m a pervert. There’s something wrong with me. But the fact is, Kelly was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever met, and I knew I had to have her.
Every night, I’d masturbate while imagining all sorts of scenarios involving my beautiful daughter. At first it was just a sick desire, but soon it became an obsession. I had to have her.
And I did. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
It was several months of fantasizing before I finally did something about it. Every week or two we got together, and just talked about life—my childhood, her childhood, what my parents had been like. She was always punctual; I liked that. She was respectful, and clearly wanted to know more about her biological father.
During one of these meetings, while she was distracted by her phone, I slipped something into her coffee.
See, my day job is as a chemist. I work for a big pharmaceutical company, in the research department. Our lab has access to all sorts of drugs and chemicals, and we’d spent the last few years developing a sort of female viagra. Don’t get too excited—it won’t be on the market for at least a decade. These things take years to get approved.
But it worked. We’d proved without a shadow of a doubt that it worked. Side-effect free, too. Now we were focused on working out dosage, possible conflicts, all that kind of thing. We’d started human trials, so I knew it was safe.
No one had any idea that I’d taken any of the drug. I mean, I’m more than some pervy old guy who lusts after his daughter. I’m a well-respected scientist.
A well-respected scientist who also lusted after his daughter.
After Kelly drained her cup, I’d suggested we go for a drive. She leapt at the opportunity—my work hours meant that I couldn’t spare more than an occasional scrap of time for our meetings, but I’d taken the afternoon off.
I’d been planning this for weeks.
As we drove down the coastal highway, I could tell that Kelly was having an amazing time. As you can imagine, I’ve spent the last few years closely monitoring the signs of female arousal, and they were all there: flushed skin, dilated pupils, and a constant look of excitement in her eyes.
She even giggled a couple of times at jokes I knew weren’t funny. And when I asked if she wanted to stop somewhere to grab dinner, she was thrilled by the idea.
I don’t even think she knew she was excited. She just knew that she was having a great time with her old man.
The lucky girl had no idea what a great time was yet to come.
I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I couldn’t help sneaking glances over to see how she was reacting. I’m sure you’re wondering why I didn’t just pull over right then and take her on the side of the road. Well, like I said—I’m a scientist, not a fool. Kelly might have been suddenly attracted to her old man, but I’m sure she wouldn’t have taken it well if I’d just pulled to the side of the road and suggested we fuck.
At dinner, I managed to get a second dose into her food. It had been a few hours since we left the diner: her face was still glowing, and she was still thrilled to be spending time with me, but she wasn’t nearly as turned-on as before. That’s the thing about this new drug: it has a pretty short half-life.
Still, I was confident that I could use it to get exactly what I wanted: my daughter, naked, begging for my cock, completely under my control.
By leaving her aroused and unfulfilled for a few hours, I hoped she wouldn’t be suspicious. It would give her time to adjust to the unfamiliar feelings.
Kelly would just think she was having a great day, and not really question why.
The second dose had been larger than the first. My daughter would likely have assumed her earlier excitement was just the natural rush of spending time with someone you care about; but now, I knew she’d be unmistakably feeling aroused.
I wondered how she’d justify that to herself.
The next part of my plan was the riskiest. Before getting into the car, I pretended to tie my shoelace, then stuck my pocket-knife into the car’s tire. The sun had set, and I knew there wouldn’t be much traffic around, but any time you’re not in complete control of a vehicle, you’re putting your life at risk.
And not just mine, either—my daughter’s, too.
We were no more than ten minutes away from the restaurant when the tire blew. I’d been making sure to drive slowly, but it still startled me—we pulled over to the side of the road immediately, and I looked at my daughter apologetically, my cock twitching at her obvious arousal. Her thighs were rubbing together, and her nipples were poking against her shirt.
“Do you have a spare?” she asked, biting her lip. I replied honestly that I didn’t…failing to mention that I’d removed it from the trunk the night before.
“I can get us towed and the tire swapped out,” I said. “But it’ll take a few hours—our best bet is probably to find a hotel and go back in the morning. Are your parents going to be worried about them?”
“I’ll call and let them know,” she said, and I nodded. Everything was going according to plan.
Listening to Kelly tell her mother (my one-night stand of half a lifetime ago) that she was going to stay out with me for the rest of the evening was wonderful. “No, Mom,” she said, glancing at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. “He’ll take care of me.”
She was right. I planned to take care of her all night long.
I booked a single room for us; Kelly didn’t even question it. I’d been planning this whole thing for weeks, and I knew I had her where I wanted her: completely vulnerable, confused, and probably as turned on as she’d ever be.
“Granola bar?” I said, throwing her one from my bag. I knew she snacked when she was nervous, and I’d packed her favorite flavor of Clif bar.
Clif bar with a third dosage of the drug, of course.
“Well,” I said, fifteen minutes after watching her chow down the snack—just enough time for the drug to get into her system. “We should hit the hay.”
“Can’t we stay up and chat?” Kelly asked, blushing at her own forwardness. I stifled a grin; I had her exactly where I wanted her.
“Well, sure,” I drawled, sitting beside her on the bed. “What do you want to talk about?”
“My Mom,” she said, her blush deepening. “What was she...like?”
I let the question hang in the air for a moment, giving Kelly enough time to realize the potential sexual interpretation of what she’d just asked.
“...when she was young, I mean!” she said, her eyes widening. She’d been given the maximum dosage; when our test subjects had been like that, it had been all we could do to stop them from seducing us (or each other).
I suspected I was far from the only person who’d smuggled out some of the new drug for personal use.
“She looked a lot like you,” I answered honestly.
“Did you know she was...”
Kelly trailed off, but I threw her a bone (not the last bone I’d be giving her that night, if all went to plan) and nodded. “Yeah. I knew she was married.”
“And that didn’t bother you?”
“She was the hottest person I’d ever met,” I replied, looking her straight in the eyes. “When you get the opportunity to make love to someone that attractive, you don’t let stuff like that stand in your way. I don’t let anything stand in my way, if I want something.”
Kelly practically moaned at my response. I knew I could likely have had her then and there, but I held back. I knew that she had to be the one to make the first move.
We stood there in silence, just staring at each other.
“We’re...we’re a lot alike,” Kelly finally said, breaking the silence.
“How so?”
“I don’t let anything stand in my way either,” my daughter replied, before leaning forward and kissing me.
I’d been expecting it, of course. The drug had done its job. She was as horny as a teenager. Well, she was a teenager.
And now, an unnaturally horny one.
I didn’t have to wait long for things to progress. Kelly moved her hands into my hair, then pulled me down onto the bed with her. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I sucked it in, eager for more.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
I slid my hand down her body, grasping that perfect teenage ass that I’d been fantasizing about for the last few months. Kelly reacted immediately, pressing her body against mine.
“You’re so hot,” I whispered, and she just shuddered in pleasure with response.
I kissed her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I was already rock-hard when she straddled me, kneeling over me with her perfect ass perched above mine. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me, feeling her heat through her jeans.
She removed her shirt, revealing her bra-clad breasts. I’d been dreaming of these tits since I’d met her. I’d been masturbating every night to them, thinking about her, imagining her removing her clothes for me.
Just like this.
She reached behind herself, undoing her bra. My cock twitched at the sight.
“Oh god,” Kelly breathed, her voice hushed by our kiss. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
She didn’t say “It’s so wrong”, but the words hung in the air anyway. What we were doing WAS wrong. We both knew it.
But neither of us was going to let that stop us.
I unbuttoned my own shirt, revealing my hairy chest. My daughter slid down my body until her breasts pressed against my chest.
“You look amazing,” I said breathlessly. I’d been fantasizing about this moment since the day we started meeting for dinner.
“So do you!” she said, grinning. “You know, for an old man.”
After her cheeky comment she froze, clearly worried that she’d offended me. I responded by grabbing her hair and pulling me towards her for another kiss.
My daughter’s taste filled my mouth, and I reached up to grab her breasts. She gasped as I squeezed them, moaning into my mouth.
“Mmm,” she said, gasping. “That feels nice.”
I felt her hands on my shoulders, guiding me to the clasp of her pants. I undid it, then pushed the zipper all the way to the bottom.
I wanted to cum in her pussy right then and there—but I knew we had all night. I rolled her on her back, pinning her arms down. Then I got to work, sliding my hand between her legs.
She was soaked.
“Yes!” she cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head as I rubbed the fabric between her legs. “Oh, Daddy...”
I expected her to freeze, but the drug had completely filled her system, and she didn’t even pause at the term of endearment.
“You’re my little girl,” I growled into her ear. “Daddy’s going to fuck his little girl...”
I could tell that Kelly was close when she bucked her hips up into my palm. The drug made women hyper-orgasmic; I had no idea what my daughter’s sensitivity had been before, but this had turned it up to eleven.
“Fuck,” she moaned, “fuck...oh, please!”
I knew that she was getting close.
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop...”
She was begging me to make her come. I slipped a finger into her panties, inside my daughter’s dripping wet cunt, and she arched off the bed.
“Ohhh, ohhhh, yes, Daddy! Oh, my god, YES!”
I thrust my fingers in and out of her, pushing the tip past her g-spot. Her hips jerked into me, trying to push the digit deeper. I felt her juices start flowing around my fingers, soaking the denim.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Oh god...I’m coming, Daddy. I’m fucking cuuuumming!”
I kept fingering her while Kelly came, her whole body shaking like a leaf in the wind. The sight was incredible: even in the trials I’d never seen anyone climax so hard before.
She collapsed onto me, panting. “Oh, fuck. Daddy...”
I slid my hand from between her thighs, and she looked down, watching it slide away.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, my voice a low growl. After months of wanting and weeks of planning, it was finally time. I was going to fuck my daughter.
“Yesssss, Daddy!” she panted, pressing her lips to mine again.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, kissing the side of my neck. “I can’t wait.”
She was so eager, so wet. She was so desperate for it. It didn’t matter to me if she was ready or not. I wanted her.
I got up from the bed. Kelly looked at me, her dark eyes wide.
“Oh, god,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Come here, baby,” I said, grabbing the base of my cock with one hand.
Kelly got off the mattress and followed me over, her eyes glued to my crotch. My erection was thick and long, and she stared at it longingly.
“You’re gonna love this,” I said.
“You’re so big,” she breathed, her voice husky.
“Put your hands on the wall,” I told her.
Kelly did as she was instructed, reaching up for the headboard.
“Now spread your legs.”
My daughter was trembling with need as she obeyed.
I slid my cock between my daughter’s engorged pussy-lips.
“Ooooooh,” she moaned as my shaft entered her. I held her hips, guiding myself into her tight channel.
Kelly’s breasts hung down towards her stomach, swaying slightly. She was beautiful. I couldn’t believe I’d made her. A one-night stand several decades earlier had resulted in this beautiful creature.
And now she was mine.
I pulled back, letting my cock slide all the way out of her pussy before sliding it back in. I repeated this process several times, slowly increasing the pace.
“You feel good, Daddy,” she breathed, her eyes closed. “I love how big you are...”
My balls ached as I watched my daughter get fucked. Her body shuddered and shook, and I could tell that she was close to cumming again.
“You’re my little girl,” I growled into her ear. “Your Daddy’s going to fuck his little girl...”
I thrust deep into Kelly, burying my entire length inside her. I started fucking her harder, trying to make my daughter come before she could say no.
“Oh God, Daddy,” she gasped, “you’re so big!”
I slammed my hips up into hers, making her moan. I felt her cunt tighten around my dick.
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!” she cried. “Fuck meeeeeeee...”
She was coming again. The drug made her so sensitive. I kept pounding away at her, my heart racing in my chest.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy, YES! Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, YES!”
I thrust my pelvis hard into her, and she screamed in ecstasy, a long string of profanity bursting from her mouth.
“Oh, Daddy!” she panted. “I’m gonna come...Daddy, I’m cuuumminnnngggg...I’m cumming around your cock!”
She came, her body jerking and twitching. Her orgasm was so intense that she looked like she was going to pass out.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy!” she groaned. “Oh, fuck, I can’t believe how hard I just came...”
I kept fucking her, reveling in the feeling of my hard, young cock being swallowed up by my daughter.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” I growled. “I’m going to fill my daughter with my seed.”
“Oh, fuck,” she sighed.
“It’s going to be a lot,” I added, and she whimpered. “The same sperm that made you. You’re going to be filled up by your Daddy’s cum.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned again, her eyes rolling back. “I-I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
I pounded into her, slamming my cock into her until I was completely buried. She was soaked, pushing back against my every thrust.
I pulled my cock from her pussy, then grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
“Look at me, Kelly,” I said. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
I threw my daughter onto the bed, then climbed on top of her. She looked up at me with those dark eyes.
“You’re my little girl,” I growled. “You’re my daughter.”
I kissed her, pressing my lips to her. Then I slid my cock back into her.
“You’re gonna love this,” I said, looking into her eyes. “You’re gonna love your Daddy’s big, fat cock inside you. It’s gonna feel so good.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned. I thrust into her, feeling her cunt clench around my shaft and squeeze.
“I’m cumming,” I gasped. “Oh, shit, Kelly, I’m...I’M CUMMINNNNGGGG!!!!”
I slammed my hips into her, my cock exploding into her womb. My body shook as I shot load after load into my daughter’s pussy.
“YESSSS!” I roared, shooting another rope into her. I kept pumping my cock into her, filling her with my hot, sticky spunk.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice muffled.
After I as done, I collapsed onto her quivering body. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just holding each other and breathing heavily.
“Thank you,” she finally said, her voice quiet. She looked at my face, smiling. “Was that, um...”
“That was great,” I replied honestly.
Her eyes lit up at the compliment.
“Would you like me to clean you up?” she asked saucily, and I couldn’t help but smile at the request. Some twenty years earlier, her mother had made a very similar offer.
I nodded, watching proudly as my daughter moved down my body and took my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide, as she licked our shared juices off my still-hard cock.
Kelly sucked my cock for a while, working my shaft with her tongue, and I was soon rock hard once more. Then she stood back up, licking her lips.
“Want some more?” she asked.
I nodded. Kelly smiled at me, and walked over to the bed.
Kelly crawled on top of me, straddling my hips. Her breasts were hanging in front of my face; I reached out and grabbed them, squeezing her bare tits.
“Mmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “That feels so good.”
I pressed my lips to hers, and she opened her mouth, kissing me hungrily.
“I love your skin,” I whispered into her ear, running my hands up and down her toned stomach.
“You’re so beautiful, baby girl,” I told her. “So beautiful.”
She reached between us and positioned my hardness at her entrance. Meeting no resistance, my cock slid inside her for the second time that night. I couldn’t believe I was finally doing it. I was finally fucking my daughter.
“Oh, Daddy!” she gasped, her legs shaking beneath her.
I thrust into her again, watching her tight pussy wrap around my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed. “Your cock feels good...”
I fucked her harder than before. I fucked my daughter. I fucked my daughter’s bare, wet, needy cunt.
“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she cried.
I held her hips, thrusting up into her. She was so tight. I could barely fit inside her.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so big, Daddy!” she groaned.
“Are you close, Kelly?” I growled. “Are you going to cum around Dad’s cock?”
“Oh god, yes,” she said. “Oh, fuck, Daddy, I can’t believe how much you fill me up.”
I held her hips as I fucked her, pulling her down towards my crotch. My balls slapped into her ass, and I felt her cunt tighten around my shaft. She was coming again.
“I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” she said, her voice husky with lust. “I’m going to cum again. You’re making me...oh, god, you’re making me cum.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. I kissed her back.
I pounded away at her, feeling my cock slide in and out of her cunt. I felt her juices flowing all over my thighs, and she was shaking with pleasure.
“Oh, Daddy, oh, fuck...” she panted. “Oh, my God...I’m cuuumminnnngggg...oh, I can’t hold it...Daddy! Fuck!”
She came hard, her body jerking and spasming, and I kept pounding into her. I was so turned on that I came almost immediately myself, unloading into my daughter’s pussy for the second time that night.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, as I continued to shoot my load into her.
When I finished, I collapsed onto the bed, and she fell onto her back beside me.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, smiling. “That was amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, holding her close. Before I knew what was happening I was asleep, holding my daughter’s naked body in my arms.
As I mentioned, the drug has no side-effects. It also doesn’t have any long-lasting effects; it doesn’t permanently remap someone’s arousal, or bond them to you. It’s not a mind control drug, it’s just a powerful aphrodisiac.
But in my research, I’d learned something about female arousal. Namely: if you can make someone feel really damn good, they’ll probably want a repeat experience. No, my daughter wasn’t the first person I’d used the drug on. You give someone a night of bliss, and (as long as they don’t know how it happened) they’ll probably come back for more.
Obviously the fact that Kelly was my daughter was going to make things different. More than anything, I was curious how things were going to progress. Call it an experiment, if you will.
After about four hours, the drug completely leaves your system. So I was delighted to be awoken the next morning by Kelly’s lips around my cock.
“Mmm,” she sighed, stroking me with her hand. “You taste good.”
I looked down at her, grinning.
Kelly smiled back, then leaned in to kiss me. I could taste my own cock on my daughter’s lips.
“No regrets about last night?” I asked, the scientist in me unable to resist.
“None,” she replied. “It was amazing.”
“You know I’m your father.”
Kelly shook her head. “No. The man who raised me is my father. You’re something else.”
“Oh?”
“You’re my sperm donor,” Kelly replied, before a grin split her face. “And now...you’re my Daddy.”
I smiled back at her.
“Come here, you little brat,” I said, groping her bare breasts. “Come to Daddy...”