Bonding with Daddy [mf] [incest] [squirting]

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Most porn I’ve watched that portrays the type of relationship he and I have starts much differently than the way ours did. Usually, the girl has to be sneaky and devise a way to sway him, and convince him to ignore the feeling of “this isn’t right.” Not us– my daddy was the one who initiated it, and he’s damn lucky that I had been fantasizing about him for so long. Any other daughter would have ran to the police and reported him, but maybe he knew I wouldn’t. He’s my daddy, after all.

I was about to leave home for college– I was all packed up, and sat in my room on the phone, excitedly chatting with a friend. Daddy came to the door and knocked, then entered once I gave permission. I hung up, and he sat on the edge of my bed and produced a rectangular present. When I asked him what it was, he simply smiled and said it was something to keep me company when I went off to college. Gently placing a hand on my thigh in a paternal nature, he coaxed me to open it.

As I said before, I had fantasized about my daddy for years, and with that I developed certain habits. One of which was to occasionally glance at his manhood, out of idle interest. I did that then, and noticed he was hard under his mesh shorts, creating a tent. This wasn’t the first time he had gotten hard around me– quite the contrary, actually. Daddy had a habit of it, and he knew that I knew. That’s the way it was for a long time, both of us knowing but not sure if or how to proceed.

My dad wasn’t really around until I hit sixteen and already had the body of a woman. It was then, desperate to reconnect with him, that I moved in with him. There was a disconnect for both of us– we didn’t feel as if we were a true father and daughter. He didn’t see me as a toddler he had raised (because he hadn’t); all he knew of me was the curvy young woman who sat on his lap while we watched TV, feigning an innocent attempt at bonding. I, suffering from the famed “daddy issues,” immediately sought to connect with him in more ways than one. I never initiated a thing though, and nothing happened between us until the night he brought me that silver-wrapped present.

With deliberate movements, I unwrapped the present without ripping the paper, and removed the lid. There, lying in a bed of pink tissue paper, was a slender purple vibrator. A pack of batteries was tucked slightly under the tissue paper– apparently he assumed I’d put it to diligent use. Blood flooded my cheeks, the blooming roses alerting him to my surprise and embarrassment. I kept my face turned down, refusing to look him in the eyes. Though, beyond my embarrassment, a part of me screamed to leap at the chance this present obviously presented.

“I don’t even know how to use this, daddy.” I say, nervously glancing up to gauge his reaction. A smirk slowly spread across his face as he realized that all of his sordid fantasies were about to come true. This moment was going exactly as he’d planned. He murmured something about teaching me, and we melted together in a frenzy, anxious to release the pent up attraction from the past two years. That night was the first of many– my daddy pleasures me so intensely I decided to stay home instead of getting my own place for college, since the school was local.

My routine became simple; I went to school, cooked and cleaned for my daddy, and when he got home from work, we ravished each other. We always maintained a relationship of father and daughter, if that’s even possible. By that, I mean I called him daddy, and he made mildly paternal gestures to me– such as petting my hair while I eagerly sucked his cock or rubbing my thigh as I sat on his lap.

Today, after dinner, he was doing just that as we watched TV together. I was wearing lacy white panties and a big shirt, sprawled across his lap as his erection urgently rubbed against my ass. Daddy was stroking my thigh, always letting his fingers linger when they reached the warmth between my legs. Kissing along my neck, he eventually stopped stroking and focused on massaging my pussy, slicking my panties immediately. The soft fabric against my clit was absolute ecstacy, and I soon leaned back and began cooing for him. Taking pride in making me melt the way he does, he pushed my shirt up and began to suck and nibble my nipples with slow, gentle movements.

After he had me in a desperate state, my daddy changed our position so that I was straddling him, and slipped a hand into my panties as he sucked my nipples hungrily. Using two fingers, he massaged my clit in a circular motion, adding pressure and delighting when my moans grew louder. His fingers slipped inside me, and with practiced deft he was gently massaging my sweet spot. I’ve always been a squirter, and as he massaged me, I began to leak down my legs.

Seeing this, my daddy knew I was ready for his cock, which was currently straining to be free of his sweat pants. He pulled his waistband down, letting his manhood spring free, and we both watched as precum trickled down his head. My mouth watered for it, but daddy must have wanted to skip the foreplay today.

He helped me shrug out of my shirt and panties, and slowly eased into me, holding my hips for leverage. The sudden pressure caused another gush of squirt, and I giggled at his pleased expression. With tender movements, daddy rocked me back and forth on his cock, making me coo and moan breathlessly. For quite some time, we remained that way, him gently fucking me, not bringing me towards orgasm, just letting me enjoy the pleasure of it. I notice that most people focus on pushing towards that orgasm, but that usually means it’s over! Slowing down to enjoy the pleasure of the build up is just heavenly.

Leaning forward to kiss my daddy, I wrapped my fingers into his hair, and when my tongue began to explore his mouth, he changed. A low groan jumped from his throat and into mine, and he picked up the pace with a sudden intensity. Bouncing me on his dick, he leaned his head back into the couch and grunted each time I tightened around him with the foreshadowing of an orgasm. My tits began to bounce roughly, and my moans quavered, rising in pitch each time daddy slammed into me.

I melted into him, collapsing in pleasure as I squirted around Daddy’s cock. My pussy contracted spasmodically around his cock, and this pushed him to the edge. With a grunt, daddy came inside me, unworried since I’m on the pill. He pulled out, petting my hair and calling me his sweet baby girl. After catching our breath, I began eagerly working towards another session, bent on milking my daddy dry.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6iggmd/bonding_with_daddy_mf_incest_squirting