There’s something I didn’t know, father. I didn’t know it then. But I know it now. And it is my downfall. I promise I don’t have too much longer. I already took a lot of your time. But I am on the verge of losing everything I hold dear.
“Please just let me continue”, I implored the priest. I needed to unload my burden. I couldn’t hold it any longer. And I couldn’t think of anywhere else to unload it but a church, no voice could give me forgiveness but God’s. No man was powerful and merciful enough to listen to my story and still love the mess that I was, the disaster that I had unleashed.
After that night, my daughter and I met again. Multiple times. Maybe three times a week. She’d jerk me off. She’d let me cum in her hand, on her mouth, on her tits. Sometimes she’d let me watch her own pleasure. Listen to her moans. Her talk ever so aggressive, explicit, dirty. She’d talk of having my babies. She’d talk of letting me cum inside her raw. “I am not on the pill” she’d tell me as my cock thrust eagerly in her hand. It’s like she wanted to tempt me. It’s like she wanted me to just take her. “I am so wet and juicy” she’d remind me as I was about to cum. Like cumming in her hand was a sad sad second prize, and if I only had the courage, I could claim the most beautiful of all trophies: my daughter’s wet juicy fertile vagina.
It took two months, father. But it happened. I was weak. What man wouldn’t be? It was a day like all others, you know? At least until that point. She had made herself cum first. She had told me all about how wet she was. “I am so fucking wet dad. So warm and wet in here. Fuck dad you’d fit perfectly, you know? It’s like I could almost feel you in there. I know it was my fingers, but I felt like we were making a baby you know? I could feel you pump inside me. I could feel the way your cock tenses up and twitches when you cum. I could feel you release inside me without fear, without inhibition. Fuck dad I am ovulating tonight. I check. For you. Because I hope one day you will finally do it. Fuck dad do it. Tonight. Cum inside me dad.”
She basically implored me. Begged me. And what man can resist? My daughter is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon. And she was naked. Her hand squeezing my hard cock. Her naked body still glistening with sweat. The aroma of her arousal all around the room. I could still see a little spot of wetness on the bed sheets. She was a woman. An irresistible woman. Imploring me to take her. Talking about cumming inside her. Knocking her up. I was weak. I caved.
I pinned her to the bed. I spread her legs and I pushed myself inside her. She gasped. She was delighted. She squealed with pleasure. She moaned. She told me she loved feeling me. She told me this was the ultimate taboo: a father fucking his daughter. She told me how long she’d waited for me. “I dreamed of this moment dad. Ever since that night on the phone. I dreamed of this. This is what I wanted all along. You. Inside me.”
And it was happening. I was. Inside her. Was she really ovulating? Fertile? Not on birth control? I didn’t care. I should have. But I was wild. Crazy. Possessed by a demon. The demon of lust. Of love. I loved her. Yes, I did. I loved her as so much more than parental love. I loved my daughter as a man loves a woman. I loved her body. I loved that little freckle between her boobs. I loved the curves of her body, how feminine they made her.
What kind of a monster was I? The kind of monster that pins his own daughter to the bed and fucks her. And she moaned. And moaned. And begged for more. And implored me to cum. She came.
“Piss inside me dad” she told me. I didn’t even know this was a thing one could want. Or do. But the moment she said it, it was the most erotic and perfect thing I had ever heard. I pissed inside my daughter. I… I pissed inside my daughter. And just thinking about it, just thinking of her face as she felt the stream gushing inside her. It .. it gives me a pleasure I can’t even begin to describe. She ruined me for all other women. And she ruined me for good.
For, you see father, she came. After I pissed. She came. She cleaned herself. She sucked my cock back to a stunning erection, and as she told me “it tastes like my pussy and your piss dad” she lowered herself onto me, and she rode me. She rode me. Until I was about to explode. And then, in a sudden moment of lucidity, I cared. “Let me pull out”
“Fuck no” she laughed. It was I pinned to the bed now. And she rode. And rode. And as she rode, she talked to me. She confirmed everything. That she was ovulating. That she was not on the pill.
And that she was on drugs. She was using. “I do meth dad” she told me. “That’s why. The OnlyFans. The cam shows. That’s why. I do meth. It’s expensive. Too expensive.”
I stood silent. In disbelief. I didn’t even try to rebel.
“I need money. More money than even selling my body on the street could get me. I need your money. That’s why dad. That’s why you’re about to cum inside me. That’s why you’ll knock me up. So I can get your money. And buy drugs.”
And as the last words left her mouth, she stood quiet, and kept riding. Harder. Faster. I tried to push back. To fight her off me. But I was weak. I had no soul left in me. And. I hate to admit it. But she felt so good. She felt so perfect. The pleasure she was giving me, I didn’t know it was possible. I stared into the abyss. I stared into the eyes of my drug addicted daughter as she tried to impregnate herself to make meth money.
And I came. I came inside her. Harder than I knew a man could cum. I gave her what she needed.
It was her body. Her riding. She was so tight. So warm. So wet. Every delight she had promised me, she had delivered. She was truly a lover outside of this world. She was heavenly. And, father, it was her confession. I thought of the world of her pleasure, her abandon to senses. Of her drug addiction. And it just… it turned me on father. I knew she hated me. But I saw a world where we’d use. And fuck. We’d both get high on meth. Ride the wave. And fuck. It was not true. It was but a fantasy. But it felt so forbidden. So ultimate. And I thought of it. And it made me cum. I came inside my daughter to the fantasy of destroying our lives in a blaze of unprotected drugged sex.
And then I laid there. Silent. Alone. I cried. And she laughed. She laughed at me. “You were not a good dad. But it’s ok. Because now you will be. A good dad who buys me all the meth I need. And I need a lot. Do you know why I use? To numb the pain. From all the times you abandoned me. Paying for it? The least you can do”
I was defeated. I had paid dearly for my sins. She had punished me. By pretending to love me. By corrupting my soul. By seducing me. And by destroying me. She is pregnant, father. She won. And I have nothing left. Nothing but the memory of all that we did. And to that memory, I jerk off furiously every night. I would give the world to have her one more time. But for me, there is nothing left. Not her touch. Not her love. Just humiliation, poverty, and destruction
“Father”, I pleaded in a voice so pitiful I thought I would break, “Father, will god ever forgive me?”
*For this story, I owe a debt of gratitude to u/flora_the_artist who helped inspire (and arouse) me. And she encouraged me to write this fantasy even though it’s every bit as erotic as it is terrifying to me.*
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