Daddy’s Little Girl (Series. Pt.1)

It was Friday evening. John had just gotten in bed. He was looking forward to a long weekend with his adoptive daughter, Emma.

John married Emma’s mother when Emma was just a toddler. Her biological father had never been in her life. Being a faithful family man, John adopted Emma.

In retrospect, John realized he’d naively rushed into marriage with a woman he didn’t know. His happy life was destroyed a few years later. Upon coming home early from work, he found his wife in bed with their neighbor.

John was devastated. He immediately filed for divorce, yet fought for his rights to see Emma. He had committed to adopting her. She needed a father figure in her life. Emma didn’t deserve to suffer due the actions of her slut mother.
It was an uphill legal battle, but he’d ultimately won visitation rights.

The pain of viewing his wife’s infidelity had turned him off to ever risking himself again. Knowing Emma would continue to be in his life initially provided all the contentment he needed.

John lived for his time with his little girl, but he was still a man. A lonely man. He found his thoughts about Emma growing increasing more erotic as she developed over the years.

Emma was beautiful, like her mother. The comparison stopped there. Unlike his ex-wife, Emma was sweet, innocent, and appreciative of the fact John had committed to raising her.

It quickly became a moral struggle for John as Emma started developing into a woman’s body. The struggle grew each consecutive weekend he had with her.

John was the only father figure Emma had known and loved while growing up. Unlike some of her friends who had both a father and step-father, Emma never felt self-conscious around John. She didn’t consider him an adoptive parent

Each weekend, Emma came downstairs wearing the thin, cotton tank tops and panties in which she’d slept. She’d always done so. She was oblivious to the effect it was having on John over the recent years.

John watched her walk into the kitchen every Saturday morning. Her breasts were developing. The erect nipples she’d inherited from her slut mother were clearly visible against the thin top. She greeted John every morning with a kiss, saying, “Good Morning, Daddy!”

Emma had always been very physically affectionate with John. She loved giving kisses,snuggling, and sitting on his lap. He understood and welcomed it when she was very little. He was grateful to make up for the early years she’d missed without a Daddy.

Despite his logical understanding of it, John’s cock now become instantaneously engorged when she leaned in to kiss him.

Emma innocently sat across from her Daddy at breakfast. She was completely unaware that John was staring at her hard nipples, while stroking his cock under the table. He carefully hid it from her under the guise of good table manners which required frequent use of the napkin upon his lap.

Emma always cooked, cleaned, and served him. She would gather the breakfast dishes, and begin washing them at the sink after breakfast.

The sight of her round, heart shaped ass as she turned her attention to the dishes made him feel like Pavlov’s dog. Thoughts of her what he’d do to her ass, combined with the knowledge she wouldn’t notice, caused him to instantly climax.

Afterward, John regularly found reason to wipe his naive little girl’s face off with the cum- drenched napkin.

John had jerked off under the table dozens of times; allowing himself to entertain the idea of touching her, seducing her, taking her. His thoughts were becoming all consuming. He held out as long as he could…

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