Read the earlier parts of the story: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k34wwx/pierced_princess_part_1_daughter_piercings_groping/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k39w74/pierced_princess_part_2_daughter_breastplay/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k3lugz/pierced_princess_part_3_daughter_seduction_almost/)
Fucking lockdown! I’d been doing well for almost half a year now, getting through the holidays while keeping my morals intact, even three months into the new year before this Covid virus sent the whole fucking world into a tailspin. My workplace shut down, but at least it was a government job, so I’m still getting paid, but now I only leave the house once every week for a grocery run. The real problem now is with the schools all shut down my baby girl is home all day every day as well.
Now, if you read my previous accounts, you’ll understand that I allowed my unhealthy and perverse attraction to my daughter to give her the impression that I was interested in a sexual relation, at least up until she actually tried to seduce me. I know that was wrong of me to lead her on inappropriately, but I ended things, making it clear to her last November that I would not cross that line. I was her father, not a potential lover, and that was that.
Thankfully she took it okay and turned her attention back to dating boys her own age, often staying out late on weekends, so I knew she’d almost certainly become sexually active since then. No boy alive would be able to pass up on the chance to play with her wonderfully perky little tits, especially now that she’d ornamented them with those naughty little dumbbell piercings she got at the end of last summer. And once they got that far, by the way she acted with me, I was sure she was also spreading her long lithe legs for them as well. I trusted that she was using protection, but at least I knew she was well-schooled there.
The thought that some punk-nosed snotty kid was doing all the delightfully naughty things that I’d outright refused to do with her made my blood boil, but at least I hadn’t crossed that line myself. I would have been a horrible person if I had allowed myself to actually do what my mind cruelly tortured me with by constantly fantasizing about doing to her. But that was before the whole f-ing country shut down! Now without the ability to relieve the boundless sexual desires that only a teenager can have, being forced to abandon her collection of boy toys she’d amassed, she’d taken to almost openly masturbating at all hours of the day and night.
And not just in her room, but while watching TV in the living room when she thought she was alone, of course during her showers were taking longer, so long that all the water would go cold, and several times I caught her sitting on the washed while it churned a small load of laundry clean, probably for the third or fourth time before she finished and put them in the to drier.
It was maddening, suddenly realizing that the strange odor coming from some random object I picked up was her intoxicating erotic scent. Then I’d get instantly hard knowing that the spatula, spoon, and knife had been inside her wanton womanhood. By the time April rolled around, I think every slightly oblong object in the house had probably been scented by her. Literally, anything with a half-decent phallic shape had probably ventured into that desperate cunt of hers. I almost flipped when I found the TV remote was sticky from being used as a makeshift dildo, but what finally pushed me over the edge was when I put my lips to a freshly opened bottle of soda and was assaulted with her pungent musk. The realization that the extra sweetness I was tasting had come straight from my baby’s cunt, knowing that she had deliberately masturbated with the bottle and then put back in the fridge for me to discover was just too much and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ok, Princess, this time you’ve gone too far!” I growled, bursting open her door without even knocking. Of course, she knew I almost always have a soda with dinner, so she had expected me, and was right now totally naked on her bed, her legs spread open completely, one hand squeezing a breast and fondling the hard-tipped steel-studded nipple, and the other hand shoving a full three fingers up her wet snatch, frigging herself vigorously. I should have expected something like this out of her, especially given her previous behavior, but for some reason, I just assumed she wouldn’t have expected me to just burst in on her, or that when I did she’d cover up in embarrassment when I did.
“Oh, Daddy!” she moaned instead, clearly excited by the fact that I was now watching her masturbate, stopped dead in my tracks, all thoughts of anger, or even why I had walked in on her in the first place, totally forgotten. I was star-struck, seeing the sexiest woman I’d ever laid my eyes on, in probably the most erotically exposed position, and evidently turned on by me watching her. I knew I should turn and walk out, or maybe yell at her, scolding her for being a disgusting slut, but this was my baby girl! She was my everything! I loved her more than life itself and would do anything to make her happy.
I froze in place, trying to force my brain to get back on track, but all it wanted to do was shut down and join her. I could see myself getting down on my knees at the edge of her bed, my baby girl’s grin extending from ear to ear, but that couldn’t have been me. I have never heard her squeal with delight as my hands slid under her firm hips, gripping her warm ass, then pulled her to the edge of her bed. I’d probably rot in jail if I ever delved my tongue deep into the gushing forbidden crevasse, making her shiver with pleasure.
Her climax came quickly since she was already on edge, her girl-cum flooding my nostrils enough that I tried to pull away, but her thighs clamped closed around my head as she convulsed. It took a few seconds to get free, and once I had I coughing up the sweet sticky mucus she’d tried to drown me in. I never expected her to be a squirter, and maybe she wasn’t until I finished her off this time. Looking back down at her, a quivering happy pile of orgasmic flesh, giggling at what should have never happened.
“Oh… Daddy…” she moaned, stretching out her limbs to relax them from the powerful contractions she just had, or so I thought, but one of her feet playfully extended out towards me, coming into contact with the throbbing angry erection contained within my pants, begging to get loose and join in the fun. I almost came right then, but I finally came back to my senses and ran for the door. I didn’t do anything wrong, I was just giving her a kiss goodnight, helping her relax, that was all.
“Goodnight, Princess,” I said quickly, then shut her door behind me and headed to the bathroom to shower away the incriminating evidence on my face that I was lying to myself about.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k5mpo8/pierced_princess_part_4_daughter_masturbation
Holy fuck you’re good. Thanks for a good read :)