**This is a fictional story. All characters are over 18**
I stab the shovel into the ground, watching the cannel of that little fucker cave in. As the dirt falls in the damage becomes clear. Roots and all, gnawed to shreds. I pause and feel a bead of sweat trail down my forehead, right into my eye. I squint hard to try and push the sting out. That sting escalates quickly into a fit. I stab repeatedly with the shovel at the ground, spewing the longest chain of foul names, all toward a single gopher. The little bastard has been killing everything in the back yard. I’m convinced there is a labyrinth of tunnels throughout the entire backyard. From the rose bush named after Amber to the small garden. My fit wears me down quickly. Clearly the heat is playing a role. I swear the sun has sided with the gopher in this battle. The centurion to his complex hallway system designed to basically fuck up my backyard.
I hear the sliding glass door open. It’s Amber, carrying two frosty glasses. I glance over my shoulder and see she has chosen the shortest pair of shorts she owns and a midriff tank top that accentuates her flawless abs. She approaches me, clearly amused by my fit. She’s clearly on the gopher’s team, giggling at me. I stop and hold the shovel handle against my head trying to catch my breath. Amber’s shadow stands tall next to me.
“Is your little gopher friend teasing you again daddy?” an obvious taunting in her tone. I can hear the grin on her face.
“Laugh it up little girl. Laugh it up.”
“Aww daddy. It’s only just a little gopher. I mean how hard is it to catch him?” more teasing. “Here, I made some lemonade. Thought you might need something to drink so ‘you don’t get heat stroke’” her voice changing to the absolute worst impression of me. She likes to do that. Use my own words of wisdom against me.
I look at her for a moment, another bead of sweat rolling into the corner of my eye, the sting nearly enough to bring the brawniest of men to their knees. I pull my shirt collar to wipe my eye in hopes to suppress the fire of sweat. I grab the glass from Amber and throw the shovel down. Stepping out of the hole, I rise up much taller than her now. I take a long swig of Amber’s lemonade. I can feel her staring at me, a little grin on her face as she sips a much more delicate draw from her own glass. “Mmmmm another good batch sweetheart.”
“You like it daddy? I mixed in a little lime juice this time”, she replies, clearly happy with her concoction. She takes another sip watching me gulp down the entire glass of lemonade. “Daddy you’re all dirty and sweaty.” Her nose wrinkles up expressing her disgust with my current appearance.
I finish what’s left of the lemonade and look at her grinning. “Awww but daddy wants a hug. Come here baby girl and hug your daddy” I open my arms and step toward her.
“Daddy, no! Don’t you dare. You’re all dirty” She protests taking a step back holding out her hand as defense shield.
“But I thought you loved daddy. I just want a hug, that’s all.” I grin knowing that she’s on edge because she hates when someone is dirty and tries to hug her.
“Daddy, no! Stay away” She takes a another step back, turning and walking rapidly toward the sliding glass door, checking over her shoulder. My god look at that ass. I feel that forbidden desire swell up in me. Just that glimpse her perfect little ass in those tight shorts stirs the primal beast in me. I can feel want and desire buzzing through my veins.
“Awww, come here baby girl. Hug your daddy.” I start walking toward her, smiling deviously. She lets out a squeal and opens the door, bolting into the house. She tries to close the door all the way but I catch it just before it closes. She squeals again and runs off to the kitchen. “Amber, sweetie, daddy needs a hug.”
“Daddy I swear, don’t. Please no. You know I don’t like sweaty hugs.” She sets down her glass by the sink and starts to bolt from the kitchen only to be head off by me, a grin spread across my mouth. “No no no, daddy please no. I won’t tease you about the gopher anymore. Please no. You’re all gross and dirty”
I step closer to her, watching her wiggle and put her hands up to block any contact from me. I set my glass down next to hers and her scent fills my nose, catching me just right. Oh god she smells exquisite.
“But don’t you love your daddy?”
“Daddy I love you but I hate dirt. Please no” Her eyes playful yet filled with genuine concern. I step closer to her and something takes over me. Staring into her beautiful green eyes, a fire ignites in me. Her eyes lock with mine and in this moment, I swear something has happened. A bond that never existed between us before forms. A bond of forbidden desire.
“You know sweetheart, those shorts are to never be worn outside of this house.” I step closer, looking down into her eyes. God, is that desire I see dancing in them? Her eyes shifting focus between my eyes. Her playful grin washing into a seductive lip biting.
“Why is that daddy?” The tone of her voice, gasoline on the small flame of lust that has ignited in me. “is there something wrong with the way I look?” She asks, a clear seduction in her tone. A perfect image of innocence and sin with her eyes batting at me yet a smile of tempt.
I step closer to her. She responds by backing against the counter her hands reaching back and tugging at the bottom of her shorts just under her ass. My mind goes to a place I never thought possible. A place that plays the images of her under me, surrendered to my illicit desires for her.
“There’s nothing wrong with the way you look sweetheart. It’s just that daddy doesn’t want boys to look at you a certain way.” Saying this provokes a look of deviance in her eyes, a slight smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth.
“Daddy doesn’t like boys looking at me?” The song in her voice, taunting me, pouring sweet poison into my ears. A poison pushing me toward the sin. “Is daddy jealous?” a giggle as she stares into my eyes deeper. Looking for the beast that she appears to be trying to provoke. I step toward her, lust flowing through me, completely paralyzing my morals and turning wrong to right. “Daddy, no. You’re all dirty still. I’m not hugging you”, she gives slight push against me.
A grin is pulled from my lips and I open my arms wide to hug her. She shrieks and tries to push me back. “Awww but don’t you love daddy?” I close my arms around her causing her to groan out loud and giggle. She hates the dirt but loves the game. I step closer and pull her little body against me. Her delicate frame brings my cock to life instantly. My bulge pressed against her stomach, obvious and throbbing. Her hand in the struggle drops down and touches my bulge. She freezes and stares into my eyes. A look of disbelief yet her hand remains on my bulge, provoking it even more. I stare back into her eyes, a slight sense of fear ripples through me. Oh god, what am I doing? She stays. Her hand resting against my throbbing bulge. Her eyes dart back and forth between mine, seeking encouragement. She doesn’t have to say anything. Her eyes say it all. She wants to do this. She wants her hand right where it is. Without thinking, the lust swells in me and erupts pushing me to kiss her passionately. Kiss my own little girl like a lover. She moans out and her grip on my bulge tightens, her hand starting to move up and down, rubbing me.
My hands lower to her ass and I lift her up, setting her on the counter. She rebuts by frantically undoing my jeans and dragging the zipper down. I fall from the edge of my moral world and begin my free fall into the sin. “Daddy …. you’re dirty. Very dirty” she grins and pushes down my jeans pulling my cock out of my boxers, her little hand gripping tightly. Biting her bottom lip and grinning. “A very dirty man”
I lose myself instantly and lift her shirt off, undoing her bra. Her perky breasts exposed, revealing her pink little nipples erect. She pants and moans, becoming consumed with her own lust and heat. I pull her shorts off, seeing that she decided today was a no panties day. Her perfect little pussy glistening already, clearly wet. I put my hand between her legs, grinning and staring into her eyes. Her mouth opens and she pants out hard in response to my perverted fingers stroking her young cunt. “You’re a dirty little girl”, those words somehow rolling off my tongue so easily. She bites her lip and temptation dances in her eyes. Never have I wanted anything more than my own daughter right here, right now. I put my hands under her ass and pull her to the edge of the counter, pushing the head of my cock against her wet hole. She moans out hard, and sucks in a desperate breath.
Her eyes locked with mine. I see the wonder of her innocence trying to look from within her but the sinful little girl controlling her actions. I push slowly into her, feeling her delicate pussy lips part and drag over the length of my cock as I enter her. “Oh my god … DADDY!!” a squeak in her voice as she exhales hard, panting in and out. Her legs quiver, her fingers clenching at me.
Oh fuck. My cock is in my little girl. In a matter of minutes I have broken all forbidden boundaries. Her pussy convulses on me, welcoming me as I sink deeper. She scoots her ass forward trying to get more of me in her. Her legs locking behind me, her arms wrapped around my neck. She becomes greedy and desperate in a matter of seconds. Writhing on the counter to move herself on my cock. Her little frame trembles with passion and lust. I start pumping in and out of her, fucking my little girl right there.
“Oh fuck. Amber .. baby girl. You’re so wet”
“Daddy .. more .. please more. I want it harder. please please .. please!” her panting becoming more intense. I place my hand on the back of her head, putting my forehead against hers, our eyes locked. Locked in forbidden passion. Locked in our mutual sin we both fell into together. I pump faster and harder. Thrusting every inch of my cock into her young hole. The sound of her wetness coating my cock pushes me further into a frenzy. I grab under her knees and push them to her chest, allowing me the fill her deeper with every thrust. She yelps out loud. “Oh … ffffffffuck! Daddy .. I … I … Oh fuck … daddy I’m going to cum. Please daddy .. please can I .. please please please please …” she repeats it over and over, desperation in her voice. Panting hard and heavy. Squeaking. Shuddering uncontrollably.
I put my mouth to her ear and in a low growl “Cum for me little girl. Cum now!”
She cries out and releases her flood all down my cock.
“OH fuck daddy!!” I groan deep, feeling her mess run down my cock pushes me over the edge.
Without thinking I pull out of her and pull her from the counter, pushing her to her knees in front of me. It’s as if she knows exactly what to do, she grasps my cock and strokes it. Her mouth open wide and looking up at me, stilling panting from her orgasm. “Mmmmm fuck here it comes baby girl. Daddy is going to cum” She strokes faster and harder, milking my cock as I explode, releasing my seed onto her eager tongue. “FFFFFFUUUCK!!” Multiple ropes of cum pour into her mouth. She smiles, her beautiful green eyes looking deep into my soul, tattooing the need for her sin in me. Permanently embedding this moment into my every want and need.
She swallows down my release and runs her fingertips over her lips, smiling as she licks the last couple of drops from her fingers. “Mmmmm, thank you daddy.” I look down at her and smile. A sick sense of pride runs through me as she stands up, raising up to her tip toes to kiss me. “And you’re still dirty daddy.” She walks off, swaying her ass with a smile on her face, proud of what she did. She got her drink of sin.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ff3hag/a_drink_of_sin_taboodaddydaughterfiction