Use Me, Daddy

My mother left us with nothing. My brother, my dad, me…

She cleared out the one bank account we had, packed her bags while we were at school, and took off. I don’t even care about the note she left, because I’ve managed to remove her from my mind.

It wasn’t easy, of course, but it was even tougher on my dad.

With nothing to his name and working for a minimum wage salary to support two kids, I didn’t think he was going to make it. But he did, and he did it better than anyone expected. Naturally, it took a couple of years, a second job, and a very positive attitude towards poverty, but daddy did it.

He finally got his own company off the ground, started making some money, only to fall into a different type of problem.

Between us and work, he didn’t go out or socialize. With every day that passed, our surroundings got more expensive and luxurious, but daddy was slipping away.

And now, his daily routine consists of coming home, eating dinner, and then distancing himself by escaping to his office, always accompanied by a bottle of scotch. When morning comes, I spend ten minutes waking him up using various extreme measures.

He used to be a fun guy given his young age, especially on the days when we barely had something to eat. Hell, on some nights, we practically laughed the hunger away.

But while Coby and I went through our natural phases of growing up, blinded by our own important issues, we didn’t exactly pay attention. Money was coming in, more and more boys kept asking me out, and I quickly adapted to the cozy surroundings my dad created.

It stops today.

And I should’ve stepped in a long time ago.

***

“Lucy, where’s my scotch?” Daddy yells from the kitchen.

He didn’t even eat anything tonight. It was a matter of walking through the door, saying hello, and heading straight for the kitchen. And his downward spiral only got worse after Coby got a job and moved in with a friend.

“I threw it out!” I yell back while sitting at the table, playing with my food.

Agitated, he comes back into the dining room.

“You did what?”

“I threw it out.”

“And why would you do that?”

I can see daddy is trying to stay calm, but the anger on his face will only be contained for so long.

“Because you don’t need it.”

He scoffs before taking a deep breath.

“Lucy, babygirl, I appreciate that you worry, but don’t.”

He grabs the car keys he threw on the table just minutes earlier, and storms down the hall.

“Where are you going?” I run and block his exit just as he reaches the front door.

“Do you really need me to answer that?”

“Maybe I do. But you’re not leaving, either way.”

He’s definitely surprised by my urgency to block his path.

“Since when do I need your permission to leave my own house?” He raises his voice and narrows his eyes, warning me that I’m treading on very dangerous territory.

“Since now. Jesus, daddy! What happened to you?!”

It’s a valid question, especially in this particular case. And while my dad is still very much a looker, he used to be the hottest piece of ass in town. Women of all ages would swoon over him, in spite of his finances and reluctance to give any of them a chance. I even had to stop inviting my girlfriends over because all they did was gawk at him and whisper about the possible size of his cock.

“Nothing happened. This is me staying the same.” He says as he tries pushing me out of the way.

“Stop kidding yourself!” I stand my ground in front of him, like I’m not intimidated by his size and strength. “You’re sending everything to shit and you know it!”

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t care.”

Without much effort, he lifts me out of the way and reaches for the handle.

“But I care. And I swear, daddy, if you walk through that door tonight, I won’t be here when you get back.”

My harsh words leave him frozen in place, making him contemplate whether I’m bluffing. Then, he gives me another irritated look and curses underneath his breath before walking away.

I remain standing where I am until I hear is office door banging shut, which is when I start to feel guilty. I can’t blame him for getting pissed off, because Coby and I had more than enough opportunities to help him. Now, all of a sudden, I want to make a difference?

My timing couldn’t be worse.

***

I can’t believe what I’m thinking. I mean, just the idea…

It’s totally fucking out there, but it just might work.

Daddy hasn’t brought home a woman since mom left, I’ve never even caught him watching porn or touching himself, and it could be the sole reason why he is turning into the husk I’m about to confront.

He needs to feel alive again, and maybe I’m just the person to do it.

Of course, I’m worried about the consequences. Will this change all the nights he sat by me while I cried about my mother? Will it influence all the moments we’ve shared? Is it going to destroy all the love I have for him?

The physical attraction – I’m not going to deny it. Since I became aware of my body and what I can do with it, I’ve been aware of his…

It just might work.

I knock on his newly-installed office door, but I open it without waiting for permission. Daddy’s at his desk, crunching his knuckles while staring into an invisible distance. If it weren’t for the warm lighting and comfortable furniture, it probably would’ve felt like I’m trekking the North Pole.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I know I should’ve done something sooner, but I’m doing something now.”

He barely blinks, much less acknowledges that he’s listening.

“Please don’t be mad, but I have to.”

Still no response or sign that he’s hearing anything I’m saying.

Instead, he continues to grind his hands together and drift between whatever he’s seeing in his mind’s eye.

“Daddy, please…” I walk to the front of his desk and put my face in-line with his. “Are you even listening to me?”

His expression remains blank and lifeless. Not a hint of the passion he was known for is left in his eyes. Now, he’s like a zombie that goes from point A to point B.

“Alright. If that’s the way you want to play it.”

I take a few steps back and pull off my tank-top, revealing a pair of perky breasts that has my phone ringing fifty times a day.

Within a matter of seconds, Daddy’s blank expression gets replaced with shock.

“What are you doing, Lucy?! Put your shirt on!” He covers his eyes and turns his head for good measure.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen breasts, daddy? And I don’t mean online.”

“What does it matter? Put your fucking shirt on!” He repeats with his eyes still tightly locked down.

“It does matter. And maybe if you remember what they look like, you’ll remember what they feel like. And if you remember what they feel like, you’ll realize that fucking someone again just might give you some new perspective on life.”

I slowly navigate my way around his desk, dropping my top on the floor before even taking the first step.

“I don’t want to fuck someone. I just want to be left alone!”

“Not tonight, daddy. Tonight you are going to feel some blood pumping through your veins, even if it needs to be your babygirl doing the pumping.”

And with these words, I pull down my shorts, leaving only a soft cotton panty to cover my distinct mound and the smooth lips of my pussy.

“You can try and stop me if you want. We both know you’re a lot stronger than I am.”

I give him a few seconds to react, but all he can muster is,

“Lucy, don’t do this to me.” He begs with his hand gallantly preventing his eyes from sneaking a peak.

“It’s happening, daddy. And if there is ever a good time for inappropriate staring at your developed babygirl, this would be it.”

Seductively, I crawl onto his desk, sending stationary and files crashing to the floor while getting comfortable on my back. The smooth and cold surface of the wood feels great against my bare skin, and I can’t help getting into the act a little more than I should.

Daddy shifts his hand a little higher, giving himself room to peer at me from underneath the shadow.

“Tonight you get to see me play with myself…and don’t tell me you’ve never been curious.”

The tone in my voice naturally finds a lower key as my body heats up.

From the moment I got naked I felt electricity. But I just thought it was because of the situation. I didn’t realize undressing in front of daddy was turning me on.

And where I’m laid out in front of him, almost completely exposed, my snatch begins to yearn.

I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples before I make one hand disappear into my underwear. I showcase my body in such a way that daddy can’t do anything but look, inspiring him to finally let his guard down just enough to get hooked on the show.

Confident that I have his full attention, I plunge a finger into my cunt and moan with a surprising sense of relief. Although, it won’t be enough. Knowing my body and hormones, I’ll want something much bigger very soon.

And, I fear, I might want it to come from daddy.

There’s no mistaking his muscle swelling in his pants as he stares at me. With great intensity, he traces my contours with those pretty-boy eyes, and finally brings them to rest on my pussy, which is still in hiding. All he can see is my wrist, bending and twisting to a rhythm that has me arching my back in anticipation, and my nipples almost as hard as the wood I’m sprawled out on.

“Give me your hand, daddy.” I beg him as my breathing begins to escalate.

“Lucy, it’s already gone too far. I can’t…” He hesitates with an obvious and desperate desire.

“Please, daddy. Just your hand…” I reach over and latch onto his forearm, which I pull towards my soaking cunt. “I promise you’ll like it.”

But just as his fingers are about to make contact, he launches himself out of the chair.

“We can’t do this!”

Conflicted, he turns his back on me.

But I keep going.

I maintain the rhythm between my hips and my wrist, and I’m breathing freely. The sound of my pussy yearning can also be heard from across the room, so even if he chooses to turn a blind eye, he won’t dare stop listening.

“It’s working, daddy.”

With my eyes closed and my senses responding to the flood of dopamine, I speak through a whisper.

“When you came home…all you could think about was getting a drink.” I say before I take a few seconds to moan and verbally release the pleasure I’m feeling. “What are you thinking about now, daddy?”

I don’t know if he’s still denying himself watching me get off on his desk, but I’m at a point where I’m thrusting my pelvis at an invisible partner.

“And if you don’t want to touch me…at least touch yourself.”

I curl my toes on the marble wood as my moaning gets louder and more frequent. I’m losing myself in the moment, and it is exhilarating. Twenty minutes ago I thought I was insane for coming up with the idea. Now, I wish I had thought of it sooner.

My muscles tense up thanks to the tingling sensation stirring from my pussy, and the signs of a climax rush through my veins as a warning. But I manage to open my eyes and find daddy first.

I want him to see me cum.

After slowing down the pace and preventing my climax a few more seconds, I look up.

The first image I get is daddy’s hard cock, thumping in his hand as he stands at the edge of the desk, between my legs, jerking off to the sight of his babygirl having an orgasm.

And with daddy peering at me with a lust I can’t describe, my body contracts. My knees slam shut and I double over, only to get pulled back like an arrow, yelling out profanities I’ve never used before.

“Daddy! Fuck!”

As the words leave my mouth, daddy pulls my knees apart and explodes onto my already stained cotton panties. His warm seed quickly seeps through the material to mix with my juices, but some of those thick waves shoot all the way to my naval and breasts, making daddy groan with his sweet baritone voice while decorating me with sperm.

He’s panting just as heavily as I am, and I love the way he’s squeezing the last few drops from the head of his cock.

“You shouldn’t have done this, babygirl.” He says without a hint of tension or frustration.

He’s found much needed release, and it shows.

***

Obviously, things are different.

You don’t find intense sexual gratification in front of your dad without making things weird.

But it’s weird in a thrilling way.

For example, I didn’t have to wake him up this morning, and he didn’t replace the scotch I threw out. Instead, he brought home more food, and he sat down for dinner with a slight smile on his face.

“How was your day?” I ask with the image of him in my head, finishing on my underwear.

“It was good. And yours?” He replies with a relaxed and calm attitude, unlike what I’ve gotten used to.

“It’s better now you’re here.” I tease and get him to smile some more, which leads to one of the best dinners we’ve had in a while.

But if he thought that last night was as far as I’m willing to go, he’s got another thing coming. I spent the whole day obsessing over it, and nothing I used to occupy my mind could rid me of the desires I suddenly have. All I could think about was daddy coming home tonight, pressing for a drink and giving me the go-ahead to fuck his brains out.

That didn’t happen, although, the effects are bound to wear off.

I’m going to find him in that office later, wishing for a glass of poison.

And I’ll be the one serving it.

The evening continues on a casual and somewhat flirtatious note. Daddy is very conscious around me, but not enough to address it. And after spending more than an hour at the dinner table, I move on to the next part of my plan.

“Daddy, I’ve been thinking. Why move to a campus when I can just stay here? I mean, it’ll save a lot of money, and we don’t live too far away.”

My suggestion brings a spark to his eyes.

“If that’s what you want, babygirl. Your room is always open.”

“Great. Then it’s settled. I’m sticking around for a while.” I say as I clear the table and give the suggestion time to linger.

I patiently pack the dishwasher and wash my hands, before going back to the dining room.

Daddy isn’t there, a discovery that makes my heart skip a beat.

And this time, I’m not going to knock.

Eagerly, I stride down the hall, like I’m going to open a present I’ve been waiting for all day. And as I open his door to his office, I see my present staring back at me.

He’s sitting in the same way he did last night. The only difference is the expression on his face, and the re-born passion in his eyes. He stares at me with excitement, and something tells me I’m becoming his new addiction.

“I’ve been thinking about something else too, daddy.” I don’t waste time pulling my top off, because let’s face it – I didn’t come in here to chat.

Daddy, on the other hand, is too captivated to speak. He probably didn’t expect me to repeat my actions, but here I am, getting naked all over again.

“What if I make myself available to you?”

I dig my thumbs into my shorts and walk closer, pulling them down just far enough for him to see a new pair of cotton underwear, ready to get ruined.

“And every time you feel like drinking, you take me instead.”

Once again, I crawl onto the table, but I don’t get too comfortable. I stay on all fours and parade myself in front of daddy. I arch my back, curl my toes, and flex every tiny muscle I have, putting all my cheerleading days to good use.

“Take you?” He finally gets control of his vocal chords, but not after clearing his dried-up throat.

“You know, daddy. Take me to your room…and fuck me.”

The bulge in his pants gets another distinct rise.

“Maybe we should stop, babygirl. I’ll find another way…”

“Shhh, daddy.” I stretch out my leg and put my toe in front of his lips, while gliding my middle-finger along the contours of my snatch. “This is not a negotiation. You either kiss my toe, then work your way up to my pussy, or I pack my bags.”

He looks me dead in the eye, building up a primal desire with my toe still stuck to his lips.

Then I feel the kiss.

Daddy takes hold of my ankle and does exactly what I asked him to. He works his way up to my thigh, gently biting into my skin before tasting it with the tip of his tongue.

As he reaches the critical part of my body and gets his fingers in place to rip off my shorts, he looks up at me.

“Are you ready, babygirl?”

The alpha male in him comes to life as he gets rid of my last pieces of clothing. Then he pulls my knees apart, exposing my wet little cunt and sparking an intense wave of energy through my body.

“I’m always ready, daddy.” I whimper and lay back, just as he goes down to taste his new poison.

With his tongue, he parts the moist lips of my enclosure and searches for my clit. By now, my bud is swollen to a size he can’t miss, and he loves playing with it. The flicking, the circular motions, the hunger in the way he closes his lips around it, I gain a new respect for oral sex while locking my fingers around the back of daddy’s head.

I grind my heels against his back with frustration, dying to have him inside me. But the foreplay doesn’t disappoint and it’s getting me soaked.

The hard desk gets more and more comfortable with daddy between my thighs, lapping at my entrance with an intense thirst. And as he sends my hormones on a trip out of this world, he takes his shirt off, revealing a sight that would make all my girlfriends blush and horny at the same time.

Then he unbuckles his belt and zips down his pants.

“Babygirl…” He says with an erection that has me holding my breath.

“Yes, daddy?” I respond like the innocent virgin he wants me to be.

“Tell me when it hurts.”

The muscular train leaves the station as daddy grips his cock and probes the tiny space of my cunt. Then he drives it deeper with one hard thrust. The curves of his pulsating muscle push past my slippery walls and stretch them to a new limit. And as he lodges the head at the core of my satisfied pussy, he groans and rattles with a deep pleasure.

“Jesus, babygirl. You’re so fucking tight.” He says with some disbelief.

But then I clench my tender walls down, giving him more reason to moan as he pulls back. Another hard thrust follows – a thrust to confirm how tight my little cunt really is. This only entices him to repeat the motion and grind my juices to a white cream.

My thighs instinctively tense up and squeeze around daddy’s hips, making him work harder to plunge deeper. At the same time, I make it my mission to wrap my pink flesh around every inch of his cock while it sinks away.

With his shaft raging inside me, he lifts me off the table and gives me a chance to show him my skills.

I swing my arms around his neck and begin fucking him in mid-air, while he holds me tightly against his toned stomach. I can feel my clit grating his pelvis with every motion I use to milk his cock. In fact, I have no doubt I’m drenching him right about now.

My nipples stab into his chest, and his heart is pounding like a beast alongside mine. His warm skin, his strong arms, his hard cock, everything about him as me sex-crazy and willing to try all sorts of things I would never have entertained.

And then daddy kisses me.

While in the process of fucking like primal creatures, we share the most intimate kiss. His lower body is thrusting from below, my pussy is grinding from above, but our tongues are busy with something completely different.

They lovingly tease each other, creating the possibility that all the fucking might be connected to something deeper. Maybe this exhilarating feeling isn’t just based on the magnificent pressure building in the depths of my pussy. Maybe I love daddy more than I think.

But I put the thought at the back of my mind as daddy puts me down, turns me around, and bends me over his desk. And before he penetrates me with a renewed urgency to discover the most intimate part of his babygirl, he cups and massages my tits. His wet shaft rubs off against my ass cheek as he bends lower and gets into position.

My reflexes to the increased pressure and angle have me jumping onto my toes. And without thinking about it, I throw my head back, hoping it will help to get some air to my lungs, but my attempts are futile.

I grab at the edges of the table as daddy loads his cock. And then I become his.

For the next few moments, I am the central point of daddy’s ultimate desire. And he’s fucking me like it’s the last time he’ll get to fuck anyone. His hands scale and explore my naked body and his breathing gets heavier in my neck, along with the thrusting.

And when I feel his hand slipping past my naval and in-between my thighs, I know what’s coming.

Me.

Like a master, he stimulates my overexcited bud while ramming me with his big shaft. And he’s clutching on to me, pushing me into him every time he drives forward. I’m completely overpowered and overwhelmed in daddy’s strong arms, which is why I start begging him.

“Cum inside me, daddy. Please cum inside me!”

I lose control of my lower body and can only sense the liquid I’m squirting all over daddy’s cock, sending me into a frenzy of jolts and spasms. And once again, I scream out profanities like they are my native language. My cunt automatically closes down and keeps daddy’s cock in place, where he begins bursting with ropes of hot white seed.

He bites into my shoulder and plunges into me as hard as he can, releasing every drop of sperm and filling my pussy to the brim.

As he pulls out, the cum drips down my thigh and onto the carpet, sealing our very dangerous deal.

Then daddy folds his arms around me and gently kisses my neck before saying,

“Babygirl, I think it’s going to work.”

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