It was difficult for me to tell whether I slept so well because of the late night or because of the warm sweetness of the contact. But, by the time I woke up that Saturday morning….*late* morning…Lige had already packed up and left. However, in her lovely handwriting, there was a note next to a flask of coffee she had made. “Dear Daddy,” the note said…
>I am sorry to have run off before we chatted today, though that chat *will* happen, I promise. Rather, I just want to leave you with my thanks, for everything. Not just last night, but for *always* being a model of the man I have wanted around me, and now my own daughter. I have not realized it until lately, but it has been true since I was little. As for today, Mom called this morning, and offered to take me shopping for some new clothes, and as I need some new clothes, off we went. Until soon, Daddy. -Legiea
The note itself, written on a legal pad of mine, was vaguely scented, of something like cotton or…yes…baby powder. It definitely awoke the memories of the night before, and of my daughter’s milky, motherly, scent as I nursed from her. That also awoke my cock, and I decided to watch something on one of the video sites I used to come. I ended up watching amateur videos of women nursing men and stroking them, which may not have been the best option, but it fed my passion of the moment, and I came quickly.
I had finished my shower and some chores by the late afternoon when Lige came into the house with Ella, carrying a few bags. “Daddy! Hi!” she said, in a happy voice and gave me a hug, then off she went to put them in her room. She came back down as I was snuggling Ella and rocking her a bit, and she was cooing. Like many men, I was better than I thought at keeping baby happy, so she lay with me happily until Lige took her off to feed her. I watched television until Lige came down, having put Ella down for a nap. She plopped down next to me on the couch, her hair bouncy, and dark eyes sparkling, and smiling.
“So, Daddy, let’s talk,” she said, taking the remote and turning off the television. Thought I wasn’t really watching the program, I mock-growled and said, “Hey, who thinks she owns the place now?” She replied, “Oh, daddy, stop it. We need to talk about last night.” I looked at her, pretending to be confused for a moment, and said, “Oh? Is Ella going to leave you hanging again?” She giggled slightly, and replied, “Now stop that. You can’t dad joke your way out of this.” I sighed – she did know me very well.
She said, “Okay, look. I was in a lot of discomfort last night. I needed help, and you were there. I am so thankful you did what you did, even if you were uncomfortable with it. I felt so much better and I was able to sleep.” I smiled, relieved that nothing more uncomfortable would be in the works, and replied “I am so glad I could help, sweety, and I’m glad you weren’t too embarrassed to ask for help.” She nodded and said, “Good. I’m glad we talked. I didn’t want to leave you alone in the emotional wind.” I smiled and she smiled, and I went to pick up the controller.
“Well, daddy…there is one more thing.” I looked at her, my eyebrows raised. “Can you help me again? I ordered a new pump, and it will be here Monday, but Ella only drank from one side and…” She patted her lap. I nodded and lay down across her lap. This time, she had a button-down shirt on, and opened it to reveal a lacy nursing bra. She locked eyes with me as she opened one side and leaned down. I began sucking again…my eyes tending to close, and she sighed and massaged her breast and centered it as I drank from her.
“Mmmmm…daddy…thank you,” she cooed, in a way that was less motherly than I would have thought. I felt my cock hardening in my sweat pants, and I heard her breath catch a little, and she whispered, “Oh, daddy…am I doing that to you?” She reached down and stroked the outline of my cock with her fingertips. It jumped to her touch, and she slid her long fingers under my sweatpants and took my cock in her hand.
At this point, I was completely hers, and she knew it. She played with my cock gently, letting it harden in her hands, but never going too firmly. It was only when she broke my suction than she leaned down and kissed me, hard, her tongue tasting mine. We lay like that for minutes, kissing and learning. Then she slip out from under me and took off her shirt. Then she knelt next to the couch and pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, and began to suck on my cock.
“Oh daddy,” she said…”I’ve wanted to taste your come since I saw you and mom playing when I was in college and you went on her face. I didn’t think this would ever come true. Your precome is salty…and sweet…and so sexy,” she said, as her tongue touched the tip of my cock. “But, I need more, daddy. I want all of you. Will you have me?” she asked. I nodded, lost for words.
She stood and took off her skirt, her beautiful hips wiggling to pull it down, a small dark patch of trimmed hair above her clit. She swung her thighs over me and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, sighing as she did. “Oh…daddy…this is nice…” she said as she slowly rocked her hips on me. “Oh baby…baby…I’m not going to last long…I’m sorry” I said, as I felt my cock twitching already.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear as she squeezed my cock inside her and held me, “I came last night for you daddy, and I came again as you suckled me just now, so this is all you. Come inside me daddy – I love you.”
When she said that, I sighed and came hard inside my daughter…she moaned and had a small orgasm again, her skin flushing even darker as she bit her lip. Then she settled down against me, her breasts pushing into my chest hair, and closed her eyes. We slept like that until 1 AM, when Ella needed her feeding. Then, she joined me in bed to snuggle and whisper again that she loved me.
The End.
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