Pierced Princess, Part 2 [Daughter, Breast-play, Pierced]

It has only been a week since discovering that my daughter had gotten both her nipples pierced, and now like a pervert every time I saw her my eyes went straight to her breasts. I knew she was growing up and wasn’t my baby girl who rode my knee like a horsey anymore, but I wasn’t prepared to think of her as a grown woman yet. Sure she’d already developed physically, and I knew she’d gotten on birth control pills for a while now at her mother’s directive, but…

“Daddy…” she muttered again softly so her mother wouldn’t get alerted. I snapped out of my wandering thoughts of those small metallic dumbbells hidden beneath her bra and tee-shirt and brought my eyes up to look at my daughter directly.

“What was that Princess? Sorry, I lost my train of thought.” I excused my inattentiveness, knowing she caught me red-handedly ogling her. I just couldn’t help it. She’d done a good job of hiding what she’d done from her mother, just as I’d warned her to do, but now I just couldn’t stop trying to see them. I told myself it was to make sure her mother wouldn’t, and not because she was beautiful or sexy, even though she was. But more disturbingly I just couldn’t help but relive touching them, and even wondering how they would feel in my mouth. Not that I’d ever know for myself, of course.

“I said I wanted some help getting a box out of the top of my closest,” she explained again and this time the words clicked in my head. “I’m looking for some old clothes I packed away, but it’s heavy so…”

“Alright,” I said and stood up. We didn’t speak as I followed her to her bedroom, yet when I walked up to her closet door after entering her room she closed the door behind us and I got the distinct understanding that she had just said that to get me alone in her room, away from her mother’s ears. “What’s wrong?” I asked with fatherly concern.

“It’s my nipples,” she said, her face turning beet red. “Ever since… Well, they are really hard, like all the time!” she said with a bit of exasperation.

“I guess that’s the point isn’t it?” I responded although it was more of a question. “To stimulate them?” I asked. I’d assumed she did it for a reason, probably because a boy told her it would be sexy. I tried not to intrude on her dating life, trusting that we raised her right and she wouldn’t go getting a disease from having unsafe sex. Thoughts of her spreading her thighs and getting pounded by some stupid high school jock in the backseat of his car played through my head, making me both angry and horny at the same time. Cursing them for getting lucky with my beautiful baby girl, and knowing that if that was happening I had no way of ever stopping it or…

“I guess, but…” she mumbled, sitting down on her bed. “Can you just… take a look and make sure nothing’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath. “Of course, Princess.”. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her, and she should know that, but I could tell how awkward it was for her to ask this of her father, though unless she was going to go to a doctor or a friend I suppose I was proud that she was responsible enough to ask me to do this. I turned on her desk lamp to get more light and said, “Let me take a look.”

She pulled off her shirt and bra in one swift motion and once again revealed her cute round breasts newly capped with the small golden metal bars. ‘I was only doing this as a concerned father,’ I started in my head as loudly as I could without saying anything aloud as I leaned in closer. I really couldn’t say whether her little erect nipples were any different color than normal simply because other than the brief glance at them a week ago it had probably been at least a decade since I’d seen them, and back then of course it was just on the tiny flat chest of my young child I was bathing. She was a completely different person now, and it showed.

“I’m going to touch them,” I cautioned, “Let me know if anything hurts.” She nodded and this time I grazed my fingertips lightly over her firm eraser-like bud, feeling the cooler metal studs protruding out of each side. They were warm, but as I felt around more, caressing ever so slightly around the edge of her areola I didn’t get the feeling it was abnormally so. I teased the bar up and down gently, and my daughter bit her lip but said nothing. “How does that feel?” I asked, just to be sure it wasn’t in pain.

“Good,” she almost moaned. “Really good…” she sighed, her closed eyes fluttering. I felt my eyes go wide at that, then gulped down my surprise and quickly shifted my pants slightly to stop my incestuous boner from poking right out again. I needed to get this done and over with before I stupidly did something I would regret for the rest of my life.

“Now I’ll check the other one,” I whispered, more to tell myself to finish this up quickly. She nodded and this time cupped her other breast and held it up to me. I gently prodded at the hardened nipple and around the metal bar just as I had the first one, trying to examine her for any signs of infection or swelling as carefully as I could, while also struggling to ignore the fact I was also turning her on. I don’t know if I was imagining it, but I could almost smell her sticky sweet pussy smell wafting up at me, bringing back memories of when I dated her mother and used to go down on her so the time.

I still would occasionally, but nowadays my wife seemed to have very little interest in sex as we reached our midlife years. She made it feel like it was more a chore to take care of me than anything else, and that sour mood just turned me off so I wouldn’t pursue her as often for it anymore. Even worse I found myself more often imagining she was someone else, usually from a movie or something as she let me mount her and hump away until I was done. I still tried to get her off, but due to several of the drugs she now took to block the pain from some nerve in her hip that bothered her it also dulled her pleasure. She told me not to worry about her, and that disappointment that I couldn’t even do my husbandly duty for her turned me off even more.

I was broken from my darkening thoughts when my daughter suddenly gasped, “Daddy…” and bit her lip hard as she threw her head back. I pulled away, worried I’d hurt her at first, but then saw her shiver and shake. Oh God, I think she’s cumming. For a moment I was dumbstruck just watching my topless baby girl orgasm before me, somehow not believing I’d caused her to climax without ever removing or even touching her black running shorts and her undoubtedly spasming pussy beneath them. I’d heard stories that some girls could get so sensitive in their breasts that they could cum from breast play alone, but I’d never seen it and didn’t really believe it until now. After about twenty seconds of just staring at her, she lifted her head back up and touched her crotch through her shorts, and like a perverted fool, I just watched.

“Daddy, I think I need to get changed,” she muttered and my guilty morality came flooding back into my head.

“Right,” I said, clearing my throat. “Well, everything seems… normal.” I declared as if nothing had happened and I had done only what my fatherly duty required, nothing more. “I’ll just…” I didn’t know what else to say, so just slid out her door and escaped her room quickly. Shit, what was I doing? I couldn’t keep doing these naughty things with my own daughter.

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