Dirty Daughter

Angie wanted to be the one replacing her mother in Dominic's bed.

Dominic listened to the sounds coming from behind his daughter's bedroom door. His cock responded to the moans that seemed to be more muffled than usual. He knew why too. He was home and she knew it, so she was trying very hard to remain silent. She was failing miserably. There were other times when he was 'supposed' to be away and during those minutes Angie was more vocal.

Today, he had told her he would be working in the garage for several hours, and if she needed him, she should just drop in. He did go out to the garage and he did work on his car, but only for twenty minutes. After putting in that much time, he went to check on his little girl. He walked carefully and silently back into the main part of the house, leaving the connecting door to the kitchen and garage open. After all, he didn't want to make a sound and disturb what he was sure his sweetie would be doing.

Now he listened, his ear pressed to the door as the muffled groans filled the air behind it. His imagination ran wild as he pictured his daughter lying on the plush mattress of her pink canopy bed. Her legs would be spread and her tits bouncing as she rode one of the many toys he'd discovered a few months ago. His cock squirmed beneath the denim slacks he wore as he recalled exactly what Angie had done with her birthday present.

He had handed her his credit card, the morning of her eighteenth birthday, told her she had five hundred to spend, hugged her and sent her out the door. When she'd returned later that afternoon, it was with a bag from Macy's. Granted it was a large bag and Dominic naturally thought, she'd bought nothing but clothing, jewelry, and perhaps some perfume. However, that wasn't the case at all. The credit card bill arrived and when he saw the charges he knew Angie didn't have a clue that the company would list the retail shops she'd visited.

"Fuck!"

Dominic's cock jerked hard as the profanity easily slipped passed the door and against his ear. He grinned, knowing that his girl had come and come hard. The thought of her juices spilling onto his lips forced him to swallow the groan that was lodged in his throat. He waited for a few minutes, trying to listen to what Angie would do next. No more sounds came from behind the flimsy barrier of wood, so he turned away and walked to his bedroom. Once behind his own door, he opened his jeans and sat on the edge of his bed.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to picture Angie's green eyes looking into his blue ones, while her perfectly formed mouth slid up and down his shaft. He saw her pink lipstick smearing his flesh-toned dick. He saw her tongue dart out and lick hungrily at the tip. She sipped the pre cum out, swallowed it and then used another drop of it to replace her now missing lip coloring. His fantasies continued as he saw her rise up and offer her breasts to him. Her fingers gripped the impressive bosom and he easily slid his tool between the soft mounds.

Dominic's come splashed silently against his stomach as he imagined his daughter's freckled chest and pale nipples sheathed with his seed. He shifted on the bed as he imagined her lifting his balls and washing away any drops that had slid down. A soft knock on his door brought him back to reality and he coughed to clear the grunt of release from his throat. "Yeah?" he called out, then coughed again.

"Daddy?" Angie's voice came through the wood.

"Um . . . yeah. I'll be out in a minute," he told her.

"I just wondered if you were okay."

Dominic frowned. He hadn't been that loud, had he? He wondered. Quickly he thought back to the sound of his release and knew the groan had not been vocal enough for Angie to hear two rooms away. So what had she heard to make her ask him how he was? A sly grin rose from his lips as he stood from the bed and zipped himself back into his briefs and jeans. Had his little baby been listening? He stepped to the door and opened it.

Quickly he took in her flushed gaze and her wide pupils. Yes, he thought to himself, she'd heard him, which meant she'd been listening. He smirked as he recalled the groan he'd swallowed outside her bedroom door. Guess he hadn't been as quiet as he thought, he mused. His eyes traveled quickly down her neck, across the haphazardly buttoned shirt and the pleated miniskirt that hugged her full hips.

"What do you need, baby?" he asked once his eyes focused on her quizzical expression. He watched her stutter through her words. He saw her blush and enjoyed the sight of the freckles on her cheeks become hidden by the rose-colored skin. He waited patiently, relishing in how her emerald eyes flickered from his mouth to his chest and even further south, though she'd stop short of ogling his cock.

"I was um . . . walking by and thought I heard you calling out for some help."

Dominic's lips rose in a wide grin. He stifled the laughter in his chest, shook his head a bit and closed his bedroom door. In the hall with her, he shrugged his shoulders. "Nope. I was moving some furniture though and grunted a bit. Maybe that's what you heard?" he suggested with a raised brow. "Which reminds me," he nodded toward her room, "I heard some strange noises coming from your room. You moving furniture too?"

He wished at that moment he hadn't asked those words. Her face went pale and her jaw dropped, tiny tears appeared from her eyes and threatened to spill over the soft-red lashes.
"Aww, fuck honey. I didn't mean to upset you."
He reached out and pulled her close against him. He felt the softness of her breasts mesh against the hardness of his own body, the material of her blouse and his T-shirt, did little to stifle the heat of their embrace.

He touched the top of her head and turned her face so her cheek rested on the beat of his heart. "Baby girl, Daddy's sorry."

"You heard?" she whispered and then looked down at their feet.

He recalled the countless times he'd heard and felt his cock rise slightly. Instinctively his hips rolled forward and brushed against her mini-skirt. Dominic took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her strawberry shampoo. "Yes Angie. I heard."

She whimpered and shook her head, still refusing to look up at him. Dominic pulled back and cupped her face. "It's okay sweets. You're not in trouble. You should know that." His gaze drifted from her worried eyes to her lips. The head of his cock swelled as he watched her tongue dart out to lick the soft petals of flesh and then her teeth pulled at the lower one. He physically ached to replace her teeth with his own.

"It's embarrassing though. I mean to know that you heard me!" she squeaked and tried to look away.

Dominic chuckled. "Baby . . . not to make this worse on you, but you're um . . . rather vocal."

He watched her eyes grow wide and her jaw drop. The color of her cheeks rose a couple more shades and she gasped. He shook his head and laughed softly. "Baby girl, I know about the other stuff too."

"Other stuff?" she asked in confusion.

Dominic thought a moment. He wasn't sure what he was thinking, but he did like holding her and seeing her expressions change from shy innocence to confusion and then he wondered what she looked like when she came. That idea brought a soft groan from his throat. He coughed, trying to cover up his discomfort. "The stuff you bought for your birthday." The last word of his statement made Angie's face a beet red. He reached up and cupped her cheek. "It's okay baby girl."

Her face was hot to his touch. She leaned into it, still chewing mindlessly on her lip. "You're not angry?" she asked.

"Angry? Because you bought yourself some toys?" he asked and moved both his hands to her shoulders. He stepped away and instantly regretted it. The weight of her against him had felt good, too good, he admitted to himself; he wanted it back.

Dominic refused temptation and kept his hands on her shoulders and his feet planted a few paces from hers. "Angie, you're eighteen. You're an adult and believe me; you buying toys does not upset me in the least. I'm not going to lie. . . I was surprised when I got the credit card statement and saw where you had gone shopping and that most of that money wasn't spent at Macy's."

He again was rewarded with her creamy complexion taking on a deep crimson. "You're so damn cute when you blush," he said mindlessly. This brought on another shade of red and a giggle.

"I didn't think of that," Angie answered. "About the stores being listed on the bill…" Suddenly her gaze shot to his and her eyes were once more as wide as saucers. "Oh my God, Daddy, they don't list what I bought do they?"

Dominic laughed and dropped the burning hold on his daughter. He stepped back, further distancing himself from her. He let his eyes travel the length of her figure, pausing to take a moment to admire the buttons that were off kilter from her hurried dressing.
"No. It doesn't list what you bought," he told her and then glanced at her face.

She sighed in relief. "I know what you bought though," he suddenly admitted and grinned when she responded the way he knew she would.

"You know!?"

"I do the laundry too baby girl. Hang up clothes, put socks and panties away in dresser drawers. . ." He let the last word dangle from his lips before winking at her horrified expression.

"Oh my God!" She buried her face in her hands and shook her head in humiliation. Dominic chuckled, took her hands away and looked down at her.

"Baby. It's okay. It's normal. Sure you're embarrassed, but obviously you enjoy them?"

This time he was gifted with her laugh. "Oh I certainly do," she admitted with a giggle. Silence seemed to descend on the couple in the hall and Dominic took it as a sign that the discussion, no matter how arousing for him, was over. He turned to go, but stopped when he heard Angie ask, "You weren't really moving furniture were you Daddy?"

This time Dominic felt the color in his face rise and spread out. A tsk fell from his lips as he bit down on his own lip. His shoulders slumped somewhat and a heavy sigh escaped him. The touch of Angie's hand on his arm made him turn slightly to face her. "Well?" she asked him. "You weren't were you?"

Dominic chuckled softly and turned completely around. "You're not that ignorant are you?" he asked and then remembered all the toys she was vastly becoming experienced with. She arched a brow and crossed her arms in front of her. Immediately his eyes drifted to the top of her chest and he unconsciously licked his lips wondering what the white flesh would taste like.

"Daddy?"

Her voice was light and teasing. Dominic blushed and looked into her eyes. "No, I wasn't moving furniture," he admitted. He was drawn back to her mouth as her tongue darted out to lick the full polished lips. A lump formed in his throat and Dominic swallowed it down.

"I didn't think so," Angie whispered. "You heard me and then . . ." She didn't finish the words and Dominic was glad of it. He sighed and shook his head yes, feeling as if he were the child and was being chastised for his eavesdropping.

"Do you do that a lot?" Dominic's eyes grew wider and he gapped at his daughter. "No Daddy, I don't mean jerk off. I mean listen to me come?"

He couldn't believe she'd just bluntly asked him about his habits. He stood there shell-shocked and then heard her giggling. "Well? Come on. You've known about my secret for a while. I'm just learning about yours. Do you?"

Dominic blinked several times before answering. "You're kind of loud," he admitted and felt his skin grow hot. "I mean. . . well. . ." He was surprised that this time he was the one stuttering and looking for a way to steer the conversation to something less erotic. He knew she was getting back at him for making her stand there and become embarrassed, red faced and humiliated. Dominic told himself he deserved it, but still shifted uncomfortably on his feet as she directed her gaze from his face to his chest and then eventually she stared at his crotch.

"So tell me Daddy," she drew out the word, "was that grunt your normal sound or are you more vocal?"

His face grew hot. "Angela Gabriella Cutter."

She laughed and he frowned. "Daddy, you sooo can't use my full name. I did nothing wrong. You said so."

He sighed. "My grunt," he muttered, "was refrained."

Once more silence surrounded them and Dominic glanced at his daughter. "Really?" she asked and again chewed on her lip. "What do you sound like?" she suddenly asked.

Dominic felt his heart skip a beat. "Um . . . louder?" he answered after taking a moment to think about her question.

"I'm louder too," Angie admitted. "I was holding a pillow over my mouth."

He felt a smirk rise to his lips as he answered back, "I figured that." Dominic took a deep breath. "We're good then?" he asked his daughter.

She looked up into his eyes and he saw something new there, but he wasn't sure he wanted to explore it. "We're good," she whispered. He turned and made his way back toward the garage.

"Daddy."

He closed his eyes wondering how he was going to face her questions again. "Yeah?"

"I think of you when I come," she hurriedly admitted. Those words stopped Dominic in his tracks. As if in slow motion he saw Angie on her knees before him, her mouth again taking him in deep and moaning her pleasure at sucking him off. His thoughts suddenly shifted to Amelia, his wife, Angie's mother. He could see her there on her knees taking him in just like his incestuous fantasy did. Her memory flooded him as he recalled the many nights he'd jerked off to the past. When had Angie taken his dead wife's place? He couldn't remember; the two images just eventually merged into one and then it was all Angie.

"Dad?"

Her voice called out to him as if it were coming from far away. Dominic turned to face her and was again reminded of his wife. Why was she there in his head now? He wondered. He didn't want to think it was because she was not telling him not to act on his growing need, nor did he want to rationalize her appearance in his mind with the audacity that she was giving him permission either. "Angie," he whispered as he watched her move a few steps closer to him.

"Is that wrong too?" she asked as another step followed the others. "Who do you think of when you come?" Dominic swallowed. "Do you think of Mom?" She stopped in front of him and placed her hand on his chest. "Or do you think of me?" She looked into his eyes and Dominic stared back at her. "It's okay Daddy... It's okay to think of me."

"Angie baby," he muttered and took her wrist in his easy, yet firm grip. He pulled her hand from his chest and brought it to his lips. He closed his eyes and ran kisses up to the tips of her fingers. He pressed a soft caress to each one, then opened his eyes and studied her. "I used to think of her all the time. I don't know when I let her go and began to think of you."

He saw his daughter smile. "You do think of me then?" she asked, somewhat worriedly.

"God Ang. . .I think about you all the time." He pulled her close to him; his mouth found hers to be soft, willing and eager to share in the sinful caress. A whimper merged with his groan and Dominic lifted his mouth from Angie's. He buried his face in her red curls and breathed deep. "I'm sorry baby," he told her and began to extract himself from her hugging arms.

"No, Daddy," she told him, increasing the hold on him. "I think of you all the time too. I think of you all alone and how long it's been for you. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" she asked.

He felt her fingers toying with the dark curls of hair that lay against his neck. "I know you've not dated since she died."

"I needed to be there for you," he answered.

"And now . . . I want to be there for you," she told him. He felt her breath on his neck and closed his eyes. The first tender kiss was warm and it sent sparks through his skin. The hair on the back of his neck rose and goose bumps appeared, followed by a shudder. He heard her giggle and felt her kiss brush up against him again.

"Angie."

"Daddy, you said so yourself. I'm an adult. I'm not ignorant. You told me you think of me and I told you I think of you. Let me show you what I think about. . ."

Dominic tilted his head back as Angie's mouth moved from his neck to the edge of his jaw. He remained still, trying hard to not encourage her, nor did he make a move to stop her. As her lips moved closer to his mouth, his hands moved to rest on her hips. He pressed his fingers against the small edge of exposed skin, where her shirt and skirt met. The edge of her tongue caressed the corner of his upper lip and he opened his mouth, turned his face and allowed her entrance.

He heard her sigh as they merged together. The silky moisture of her tongue sweeping beside his, made his cock twitch. Dominic released the hold on her mouth and learned the feel and taste of her neck. One of his hands moved up to the long strands of crimson and lifted them. He studied the rhythmic pulse of her heart. His teeth gnawed gently on the sensitive place, bringing a whimper and a hiss from her parted lips.

"Daddy, I want you to come to me."

Dominic stared at her, somewhat confused. She winked and walked away, casually looking over her shoulder as she made her way toward her bedroom. "You always come to me in my fantasies," she said as she paused to drag her gaze over him. He saw her eyes drink in his throbbing cock.

He followed after her. He didn't care if he looked like a puppy following its Mistress. He didn't tell himself to stop and go to his room; he wanted this woman . . . his little girl. What other fantasies had she had of him? He had several of her. Would this be the beginning of realizing them, or would this be the end of their relationship? Would she regret what was about to happen? Would he? The questions faded when he stepped into the room and took in his daughter, lying on her pink covers and her delicate hand hidden beneath her skirt, while another hand was pressed into her white button blouse.

He cleared his throat and tried to speak. The words were lost though as Angie's face glanced at the door. Her self-induced pleasuring stopped. "Daddy . . . I uh . . . I didn't hear you come in." He gazed at her as she pulled her fingers from under their hiding spot and brought them to her mouth. In awe he watched her bring the moist digits up to her mouth and wash the juices away.

Dominic walked toward her. He saw the mock look of confusion on her face and wondered if he was to play some weird part to her game. She licked her lips and pulled her hand from her blouse. "It hurts Daddy."

Dawning fell over Dominic and he knew exactly what his daughter wanted and he was more than willing to give it to her. "What hurts baby?" he asked. He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a strong hand on her thigh.

"It hurts," she told him again and bit down innocently on her lower lip.

Dominic ran his eyes down to her skirt, where the rumbled pleats lay awkwardly against her white skin. "It hurts?" He made sure to stress the first word and lift a questioning brow toward her face.

She chewed on her lower lip and nodded her head. "Uh huh."

Dominic swallowed. He felt the tightening of his slacks cut into his balls and reached down to adjust himself. Angie's eyes followed them and he made sure she had plenty of time to enjoy the view of his length, hidden behind denim. "Do you need me to take a look?" he asked. His fingers moved back and forth against her thigh, slowly moving to the inner muscle.
"It hurts badly, Daddy. Would you? Please?" she begged quietly. She opened her legs and placed her hands on her stomach.

"Of course sweetie." Dominic moved closer up the bed; Angie scooted over to give him more room. His hand slid up the skirt, pushing it higher up her legs. When he saw her exposed pussy, Dominic groaned. "Oh Angie," he whispered.

"Does it look bad?" she asked. He glanced up at her and saw her lids fluttering as if she were playing coy. He continued to play along.

"No sweetheart. It doesn't look bad. It looks red though, a bit swollen."

"It hurts when I touch it."

"Fuck," Dominic groaned. "Where baby? Tell Daddy where it hurts."

"At the top," she whispered. He pressed his thumb against the tiny nub of flesh that was slightly exposed between her silky lips. "Mmm..."

"Right there?" he asked, stroking the tender bead of skin.

"Yeah; sometimes, right there." Her hips rolled slightly and he heard her moan as she slowly gyrated on the pad of his thumb. Dominic pressed a bit harder and then pushed his index finger against the two slick lips of her pussy. "Ohh Daddy, right there too," she hissed. Her hips rose to greet him; he ran his finger up and down the flesh, pushing his thumb continuously as he watched her pussy welcome his invasion.

"Daddy . . . it hurts deeper," she whimpered. Dominic looked up into Angie's eyes. He saw the hunger of a woman needing fulfillment. He was her fantasy and she, his. He moved his fingers away and crawled onto the bed.

"Let Daddy have a closer look baby," he told her. Angie spread her legs further apart and Dominic moved between them. He lay down, hooked her thighs with his arms and balanced his weight on his elbows as he gazed at her slippery sex.

"Angie."

"Yes?"

"Does it burn baby?" He heard her gasp and knew she wanted what he was suggesting.

"It's so hot, Daddy."

"Daddy's here baby. I'm going to help," he said and then Dominic lived one of his fantasies. He reached out with his tongue and took a long lazy stroke of his daughter's red curls. He gathered up the juice that had beaded around the base of the strands and dipped the tip of his wet muscle between the thick lips. Dominic heard her mutter a curse; he grinned into her and swiped again with the firmness of a man possessed.

His hands moved from her thighs to her ass cheeks. He gripped the firm flesh with hands of steel and lifted her up slightly. His lips rained kisses up and down her pussy; his tongue darted in and out of her wet hole, while his hands massaged her buttocks. "Daddy . . . ohh God, yes. Right there Daddy. Oh don't stop Daddy, please. It feels so good."

"You're so hot baby. On fire," Dominic growled out. He lapped at her pussy, drinking the heady wine that flowed evenly from her sex. He reached up and found the edge of one of her lacy pillows. He pulled it down and pressed it under her raised ass. He then moved his fingers to a new home. One set slipped to the top of her mound, the other found a home at the base. He used two to part her pussy lips, leaving her exposed and free for him to lick, suckle and gnaw. The fingers of his other hand didn't remain idle. As he supped from his daughter's quivering flesh other digits dragged the liquid satin and pushed it down to the puckered entrance below.

"Daddy . . . oh fuck yes, Daddy. I hurt there too," Angie cried out as she tried to press her ass to his ever-seeking digit.

Dominic closed his eyes tight as he heard her words begging and pleading for him to invade every part of her. He pushed into her ass, while pressing his tongue deeper into her hot, velvety crevice. Her body welcomed him and he knew her ass had been played with before. He thought of the toys he'd found and wondered how often his baby girl had used the anal toys he'd seen, held, and imagined using on her. He would one day use them with her as well as claim her with his own cock, but right now, he simply wanted to drink deep of her honey and hear her call out to him.

Dominic thrust fingers and tongue in and out of his daughter's sex and asshole. He moved from her pussy opening, to her clit, bit at it with gentle tugs, sucked on it with determination and then went back to plundering her with the enthusiasm of a virgin. That thought brought him up short and he glanced up at Angie. "Baby girl," he whispered, then flicked her clit with his tongue.

"Yes, Daddy?" she muttered breathlessly.

"I know you play with those toys, but have you ever. . ." He pressed a kiss to her stomach. The understanding of his unspoken question rested easily on her flushed features.

"Just toys Daddy. I've never had a real cock inside me."

Dominic sighed with relief and then felt a wave of disappointment sweep through him as he realized that the innocent fantasy of his daughter was ruined, because he'd asked an adult question.

"Daddy."

"Yes baby?"

"I still hurt..." Dominic grinned and lowered his face back to her welcoming home. Her hips ground into him. His nose drove up and down on her clit, while his tongue massaged a path of sin up and down the inner walls of her sex. He pushed his finger deeper into her ass. The clenching of her muscles suddenly locked in on his fingers and he knew his little girl was going to come for him. He opened his mouth, freed his finger from her pussy and waited for the exploding nectar he had craved for so long.

The juices poured into his mouth and he slurped his way through the thick liquid. Her cries ricochet through the room and rang in his ears. He pushed deeper, easing the honey out and coaxing several more shudders from his daughter's sex. When he felt her hips drop back onto the pillow, he lifted his face from her curly hairs. "Angie," he whispered and kissed the top of her pussy. "You taste wonderful."

He saw her smile; her eyes remained closed and her face showed pure bliss and relaxation. Dominic grinned and slid up to lay beside her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He kissed her shoulder and whispered against her ear. "Beautiful Angie." She sighed, turned into him and snuggled against his chest. Dominic kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.

He held her for a long time, allowing her a moment to collect herself. When he felt the rise and fall of her chest pressed into him, he knew she'd fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled at the knowledge and closed his own eyes. His crotch hurt and he desperately wanted to bury himself inside the slick opening he'd feasted from. However, Dominic instead, eased himself from her side and made his way from her room and back to his own.

Once there he removed his clothes and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes and remembered the taste of his daughter. It came easy to him, for her juices had dried on his lips and he swore, though time had passed, they still coated his tongue. Dominic jerked his cock with several vigorous strokes. He knew it wouldn't take long for his come to flow and when he felt the surge of heat flutter from the base of his cock and spread through his balls and up his shaft he muttered Angie's name.

He breathed deep and then paused in the slow caressing of his softening tool. The scent of Angie seemed to hover in the air. His eyes opened and he looked toward his bedroom door. "Hi," he said, his voice anything but casual as he took in her appearance.

"Hey," she answered back and stepped inside. "You left," she whispered as she walked toward the bed.

"You got undressed."

"So did you," she answered and sat down on the bed. Dominic scooted over and watched her slide deeper in. Her breasts moved with her, drawing his eyes to their gentle sway. He feasted on the pink areolas, and the line of freckles that dotted her fair skin. It was the motion of her hand rising up that drew his attention from the waving pendulums. Her fingers moved over the thick cream that had sprayed onto his stomach. Back and forth his gaze followed her motions as she spread some of the seed across his belly and then brought a heavy drop to her lips. Their eyes locked and held. He groaned when she put her finger between her lips and sucked his come from its pink-hued surface.

Her expression was one of examination as she sampled the fruit of his arousal. He saw her tongue move across her lips as she sampled a small glistening drop that had pressed against her flesh. Her brows contorted and he knew she was deciding on if she liked the flavor or not. She scooped up another dollop and cleaned herself again. "It's salty, and a teensy bit sweet," she said.

Dominic nodded his head, fearful to break the erotic spell she was weaving. "Daddy."

"Yes, baby girl?"

"I have another fantasy."

He smirked and placed his hands behind his head. "Do you?" His cock jerked toward her and he felt the warmth of his growing arousal spread through him.

"Uh huh."

"What is it baby?"

She bit down on her lip and sucked it in. "You'll think I'm naughty?" she whispered as she moved slowly toward him.

"Never sweetheart." He saw the look in her eyes and the woman that was emerging from beneath the little girl. He thought she was going to suck him off, but when she spun her body around, presenting him with her pussy and resting her body on his, he thought he'd died and gone to Heaven. "Oh fuck Angie."

"Yes Daddy. We're going to fuck, but right now I want to try this. Please?" she asked with a voice that was laced with feigned innocence.

Dominic's cock jumped when he felt her breath on his shaft and then her timid, gentle fingers wrap around the swelling length. "Whatever you want baby," he moaned. Lifting his hands he found the firm muscles of her ass and lowered her pussy down to his mouth. Once more he was gifted with the curly down of her sex and its musty perfume. This time however as he slid his face over her sticky mound he was lost between frustrated bliss and wanting to savor the touches she was lavishing on him.

He paused in his feasting and enjoyed the later, feeling her mouth's heat blanket the head of his dick and then slowly descend downward to take him slowly inch by inch. "Angie." He sighed against her and leaned back to further enhance his senses, giving his mouth a brief rest from its meal.

She pushed him in deeper. He felt her tongue slide up and down, then wrap around his shaft as if she'd been doing it all her life. "How. . ." he muttered and then felt her chuckle around his dick. She popped off and wiggled her ass.

"Toys Daddy, remember. I've been practicing on my toys. You taste much better than silicon." The giggle that poured from her lips became muffled when she resumed her wanted chore. Dominic became momentarily lost in the vibrations of his little girl sucking and drawing him deeper into her warm heat. He knew as she angled his shaft as well as her mouth that she had indeed practiced on her toys. No way could his daughter have taken his full length if she hadn't been using something as a coach. How long had she been thinking of him? He wondered as he felt the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat.

"Jesus," he hissed; she closed her mouth tighter around him and began to drag herself up and then down. The sharp edges of her teeth managed to make him physically shudder; he sat on the edge of fear she'd bite, and the sensations of pleasure that seemed to come from such a thought. He felt her hips shift and opened his eyes. The pink of her pussy beckoned him back and he dove in with renewed hunger and thirst.

Dominic wiggled his way in and out of her sex, dipped deep, slipped up and then back down the full slit. He paused at her puckered hole, grinned widely and rimmed the tiny entrance. She jerked and the groan of pleasure that erupted from her, wrapped itself around his rod. He grunted his approval, lifted his hips and shoved his dick in deeper.

The sound of their mutual loving filled the room, but Dominic didn't hear it. He was too busy trying to absorb her honey as well as concentrate on her ministrations. His thoughts collided as lust rolled through him. He felt the burning sensation in his balls, signaling his pending release. He wanted to hold back, but knew it was impossible. His little girl had taught herself well on how to suck cock. His come exploded deep in her throat as hers cascaded like a waterfall down onto his upturned face. He grunted long and loud as he was bathed in her juices. Dominic sighed against her quivering pussy and then moaned when her tongue teasingly licked at his now empty dick.

"Mmm... that was nice Daddy," Angie said. He felt her move again and aided her in sliding from their position. He gazed at her with heavy eyes as she snuggled up against him. She tossed one leg over his and looked into his eyes. "Daddy, is it okay to kiss you?" she asked nervously.

Dominic rolled over and pinned her down on the bed. "Always and forever," he said and then covered her mouth with his. He shared her taste as well as his own. He pushed his tongue against hers, swept her cheeks and washed her teeth with long, lazy strokes. She kissed him back, pulling him deeper into her mouth with the urging of her hands on the back of his head. When they parted both were breathless. "God baby. I can't wait to fuck you," he whispered against her ear.

"We can now," she hinted. He felt her hips lift and grind against his crotch.

Dominic chuckled and moved to lie on his back, bringing her with him. He guided her to his side and kissed her forehead. "Daddy's not as young as the men in those movies." He felt her lips move into a smile. "Yeah, I know about those too. I'm a nosy father," he admitted.

She laughed and shook her head in agreement. "We will though, right?" she asked.

Dominic thought for a moment. He could end everything right now and not go too far, and then he rolled his eyes at his own thoughts. There was no way he couldn't take that final plunge into his little girl. He smirked at his own pun, felt his eyes close and felt exhaustion slip over him.

When Dominic awoke it was to the sound of his shower running. He opened his eyes fully and looked toward the open door of his Master bathroom. He thought of joining her; the idea of sweeping in and nuzzling her wet flesh as the hot water cascaded down her heavenly form, pleased him greatly.

He closed his eyes and imagined lathering her ass with soap, making it more slippery and wet and then sliding in. Then he thought of her breasts, covered in soapy bubbles and his hands mashing them together, easing more soap along the heavy globes and then tweaking her hard nipples. It was then that he realized he'd not yet felt the hard beads against his lips and swore he would remedy that issue as soon as he was able. The way his cock was tingling told him that it would be sooner than his little girl probably realized.

The water shut off and he heard her moving about in the spacious room. He moved to lie across the bed and was able to steal glances of her body as she took her time drying off and then wrapping her hair in one of the plush white towels. When she stepped back into the room, he greeted her with a smile and a throbbing hard on.

"Mmm. . .that's a nice sight, Daddy."

Dominic chuckled and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. "You ready for that final fantasy?" he asked.

"Oh, Daddy. It's not the final one. I have all those toys remember?"

Dominic smiled wide and nodded his head. "I certainly do. I've enjoyed the images of you and those toys several times. Come here baby girl."

She walked toward him, crawled her way onto the edge and then over him as he lay back. "You sure?" he asked. "I mean about this position, not about us," he clarified.

"I'm sure," she answered back and rose up to straddle him. "I want you to watch your cock slide into my pussy."

"Damn baby. You've got a potty mouth on you."

She laughed softly. "I like those words Daddy. I like it when the men and women on the movies shout them out as they are fucking. Do you want to fuck your little girl's pussy Daddy?" she asked, then lowered her sex to his thick tool. She rubbed herself up and down on his dick; Dominic knew his eyes were slowly growing heavy as he enjoyed her erotic pose and slow motions.

"Yeah baby. Daddy wants to fuck your pussy. It's tight. Hot. Wet. And God girl, it tastes so good. You're gonna let Daddy shove his dick into that hot box of yours?"

He felt her shudder and knew he had hit a small nerve. He pushed onward. "Are you gonna let Daddy fill you up, coat you with his seed baby, make you come with him. You know I can baby. I can fuck you and come deep inside."

He saw her bite her cheek and nod her head. "Yes, Daddy. I know it's safe with you. I want to feel your come inside me. I want you to fuck me so bad." Her gyrating hips ground deeper against him and Dominic grabbed at them. He stilled her and then sat up to face her breasts.

"Your tits, baby. Do you want Daddy to suck your tits?"

"Ohh yes, please Daddy." She cupped them both and offered them to him. Dominic held her hips and lowered his mouth to the pink tipped globes. He captured first the right, sucking it in and then rolling it back and forth with his tongue. He felt her body arch forward in pleasure. His pressure on the tender morsel increased. It popped from his mouth; he moved on to its twin.

Her body shivered and shook as he sucked on her areola, bit down on the hard center and then licked her cleavage, eventually coming to her mouth, which he happily drank from. "I'm gonna fuck that tight little cunt of yours," he growled into her mouth and then tossed her to the bed, positioning himself over her. "We'll fuck your way later, baby. Right now I'm going to plow into you, just like we both want."

Her eyes told him she was thrilled with the thought of having his cock buried to the hilt in her sex. He was amazed at how easy it was to read her, now that their sexual needs had been discovered and fed. Dominic opened her legs, though she was more than helpful by letting them fall apart. He pushed them wider and stared at her leaking pussy. With one hand he aimed his cock to the dark hole surrounded by red curls.

Angie's hands moved to rest on her thighs as if holding herself open in case she tried to back out. He grinned, knowing there was no stopping them now. He leaned down and pushed his dick into the tight entrance.

A sigh of longing filled the air as he wedged his cock into her. He smiled at the sound and shoved further, watching her face relax in a sign of accepted desire. "Open your eyes baby. Watch your pussy swallow your Daddy's dick."

Her green orbs fluttered from his face to the place where their bodies were joined. He felt her muscles tighten around him. "It feels sooo different than my toys," she whimpered.

"I would fuckin' hope so," he laughed. Dominic pulled out and chuckled as her lips formed a pout of displeasure. They returned to the happy 'o' when he drove back in. "You like being fucked by your Daddy?" he asked.

"Yesss...oh yesss Daddy. Harder please. Faster."

"Yeah, baby."

Dominic withdrew partially and then immediately returned to the sweltering heat of his daughter's sex. He pushed hard, but refused to give into the whimpering faster that fell from her lips. He dragged his cock from her depths, plowed his way back in and then drew slowly out again. Over and over he took her pussy, making the inner surface clench and collapse around him. He felt her hips rise up to meet his thrusts. Her breasts bounced and swayed from the motions and he couldn't wait to suck on them again.

"Daddy," she gasped and moved her hands to her glorious mounds.

"Oh yes Angie girl. Daddy's here. Daddy's fuckin' his little girl's cunt."

"God, yes!" she muttered. Dominic knew the word cunt had gotten to her. He locked the knowledge away and dropped lower to embed himself fully and be in a position to bite and gnaw on her ridged areola.
Her nails dragged paths of pink down his back. He muttered encouragement and felt his body responding to the added stimulation. "Faster Daddy, please. Please fuck my cunt faster . . . harder."

Dominic couldn't stop giving in to her. He needed to give them both what they needed and obviously wanted. He increased his rhythm as well as the force behind each thrust. Back and forth. In and out. He drove hard, fast, and with no restraint. Soon the slapping of their sweaty skin mingled with the sound of slurping flesh and squishing juices. Dominic felt her heat splash against his cock and flow down between their tangled pubes. His own release sat on the edge of exploding. He rammed his dick as deep as he could. The knowledge that his baby girl would not become a parent allowed him the release he needed and the useless seeds coated her slick walls.

"Ohh Daddy," she gasped as her body shivered around him. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. He saw the shock, the joy, the ecstasy. He lowered himself back down to her level and kissed her gently. His cock slipped free and he rolled off, only to gather her against him.

"Thank God for your mother," he muttered under his breath.

She chuckled. "What?" he asked.

"I was just thinking the same thing," she answered. "I thought it was a stupid idea at the time. You getting fixed and all, but I was only a kid. It wasn't my business."

Dominic toyed with the curls that lay across her shoulders. "No, it wasn't, but it sure is now, ain't it?" he asked and then reached down with his free hand and cupped her pussy. "Regrets?" he asked as he petted her come-soaked mound.

She looked up at him and pressed her sex further into his exploring digits. "No Daddy. No regrets. I'm Daddy's girl and not just in my fantasies."

He smiled wide and dipped a finger into her sensitive hole. "I've got fantasies too baby girl."

"Mmm. What are they Daddy?"

Dominic thought of the toys in her bedroom, and he thought of the movies she had hidden away. Most all of them involved two men taking turns with the young girl on the screen. He pictured Angie sucking off another guy while he plowed his way into her.

"Oh, just fantasies baby . . . maybe someday we'll live them out. Maybe not. Right now though, I think you need to come again."

He pushed two fingers into her and began to whisper dirty words in her ear.