Unexpected Visitor

I want to start off saying that I am a man of morals. Integrity. I don’t cheat or steal, do my best not to lie. I’m the one that you would go to if all others had failed you. I would never even think of ever doing anything illegal, and I would never, ever fuck my own daughter.

She was the only one I lived with. Samantha. Her mom passed away a few years ago and I had lost the love of my life. It had ripped the soul from my body. Every day, Samantha looked more and more like her mother. It made as proud of her as a father could be. She had just had her sweet eighteen a few weeks ago. I had done my best, but offered to wait a year before getting her a car so it would be a nicer one and she agreed.

Just like every day after work, I came home and tossed my keys into the bowl and announced I was home. Unlike the other days, I did not get an answer. Maybe at a friend’s? I did not think too hard, she was a good kid and I felt no need to worry.

I tugged at my tie as I headed to my room to change, but today I heard a buzzing coming from my room. Had I left my razor on? Was it the light daring to burn out? How I was so wrong. I pushed the door open and my eyes immediately connected with my daughters. Her arms and legs spread and tied to the four corners of the bed with a large dildo buried deep inside her pussy. That was the source of the buzzing.

That’s when I felt the impact.

Blinking away the fuzziness, I tried to understand what happened. I had been attacked and now . . . Now I sat, tied to a chair. I lifted my eyes. My sweet Samantha looking down at me between her budding breasts and over her smoothly shaven pussy with the dildo still inside her, buzzing. She stared at me with tears down either side of her face. She could not speak because of the gag.

I felt the cold metal of a bat tap my chin. It made me alert instantly as I looked at my attacker. A younger boy with a mask that covered most of his face. I fought my restraints as his eyes smiled. “You do not touch my daughter, you piece of shit!” I spat.

I heard a giggle and saw a female, her face hidden as well, sitting on the other side of the room. She was the one standing up and walking over to my daughter. “Oh, he’s not going to touch your daughter.” The female, should could not be too old with her seductive voice purring the way it did. “Not unless you don’t do as we say.”

Her finger slowly circled my daughter’s left nipple, making it stand on end as Samantha looked back and forth from her to me. I pleaded, “Please, take the money in the safe, the car, anything!” I watched the female’s finger trace my daughter’s lithe abdomen and then pinch her clit, just above the vibrating dildo.

My daughter’s eyes rolled as the female began slowly guiding the dildo from inside her. It finally slid free and Samantha gasped in a sigh muffled by her gag. The female looked at me, holding the dildo. “That’s not what we are here for.” She walked toward me, dildo in hand. She touched the tip of it to my face, I turned away, but the man held my head. She slid it across my lips and giggled at my struggle.

I cannot describe the smell, it had been so long since I had smelled a woman, my nostrils took in the smell of my own daughter’s sex. I gasped, but it could have been seen as a gag. My cock stirred at the taboo smell that assaulted me. “Smell good?” she taunted. My eyes glared at her, but that smell stirred a lust in me that I squelched. That was my daughter.

My hands balled as I stared her down, “What do you want from me?” I growled. I could tell she smiled underneath the mask. “It’s pretty simple, actually.” She said, she leaned closer to me so I could see the smolder in her eyes. “I want you to fuck your daughter.”

“What? No! Why would you even say that?” I looked at Samantha. Her eyes wide from my sudden outburst causing the man to walk over and lift the bat above his head.

“Then my muscle here can break her arms and her legs, how about that? Her gymnastics and cheerleading all gone because of you.” He looked at me for a protest, poised to drop the bat on her knee. The female was matter-of-fact, “Then do as we say and fuck your daughter.” I felt the bindings that held me fall away as she released me. I stood and contemplated charging them, but I saw he would hurt my daughter before I could do anything. She stepped back slapping the dildo, still shiny with my daughter’s juices against her open palm, “Well? Take your clothes off.”

Through gritted teeth I complied. Before I knew it, I stood naked before them and my daughter. Looking at Samantha, her eyes wide and dripping with tears as she looked at her own naked father. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed, making her small tits sway on her chest, the red, swollen lips of her pussy still feeling the effects of the dildo. I stood there naked. I stood there, still soft.

“You better get hard, a soft dick does nothing to a pussy.” The woman teased. I was forced to grab my own cock and stroke it in front of the two. I rubbed my cock, attempting to get hard as my daughter watched me. I could not believe what was happening right now. How could any man be put in a position to force himself to get hard so he can slide himself inside of his own daughter?

After a few minutes I let go, soft as I was before. “I can’t get hard for this. What do you expect me to do if I can’t get hard?” Maybe I could buy more time, find a way out.

“Oh, I’m sure your daughter could help you with that . . . “ She lifted the dildo to her mask. The tip slid under it as I heard the wet sounds of her mouth opening for the tip of the dildo.

“Fuck!” I knew what she meant, but how can I do that? This was my daughter. I looked at the man, his bat still prepared to harm my daughter. “Fuck!” I stepped to the end of the bed. I knew there was no way to untie her, or overpower the man with the bat. I slid up on the bed. My knees stepped over my daughter’s legs and then, before I knew it. I was seated, my ass brushing her nipples.

I fought back the emotions as Samantha looked up at me, her mouth gagged. Tears having left trails down the corners of her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Princess. I’m so sorry.” I tried not to sob as I untied the gag. It fell away and Samantha kept looking up at me. “It’s ok, Daddy.” She told me. She looked at my soft cock only a few inches from her face. My breath having quickened due to the circumstances. She looked back up at me. “Daddy, you can but your cock in my mouth.” She opened it a little, then bit her lip, “Please, Daddy, let me help your cock get hard. I want to help you.” She held her mouth open, after a second of me not moving she added, “Daddy, don’t you want to use my mouth to help you get hard?”

I gasped, why was this turning me on? This is my daughter! This is the single most illegal thing I have ever done in my entire life. She was eighteen for God’s sake! I looked down as Samantha lifted her head, her tongue coming out a bit as I lowered my cock to her waiting tongue.

It had been so long since had felt a mouth on my cock! I shuddered as she sucked and rolled her tongue over my cock. A huge part of me wanted to stay limp inside her mouth, but the other part? Excitement flowed blood to my cock. Her head bobbed and swayed as I stiffened to her mouth. I leaned forward, hand against the wall behind my bed feeling my own daughter sucking my cock. Damnit, it felt good.

“Fuck, oh, fuck.” I gasped as I was getting hard, the length of my shaft being expertly sucked by my daughter. I dared look down, she looked up at me. Lips pressed around my veiny cock, wet with her spit and she teased the tip and swallowed most of my cock over and over.

I felt the dildo slap my back, “Enjoying yourself? I see your daughter knows how to suck a cock. Isn’t that such a good thing for you?” she teased. “Time for the main event, Daddy. We don’t want that load in her mouth.”

I pulled back, Samantha watched me, her face was almost – pouty? My cock was stiff and leaning back against me. It had been a long time since I had been hard and knowing my daughter had made me like this sent so many conflicting emotions through me. “Sam, I –“

“It’s ok, Daddy. You can fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” Now I was kneeling between her spread legs, my cock stiff and her slit aroused and waiting for me. She lifted her hips toward me, “Go ahead, Daddy. Put your cock inside me, that’s why you are hard, isn’t it?”

I ran a hand through my hair. The man with the bat had moved up to the top of the bed where her arm was. Still no way to stop him. I leaned forward, holding my cock, I pressed it to her lips and looked back at my daughter. “Ok, I am going to put it inside you.” Samantha nodded, she bit her lip as I pressed forward and slid inside. Her warm, wet walls enveloped me. I was swaying my hips as Samantha moaned. “Yesss, Daddy! Yes, keep sliding inside me!” Spurned on, I my hips rocked as Samantha kept exclaiming her feeling of me inside her.

“Oh, God!” that did not take long. The urge was flowing up on me. Oh, GOD!” My eyes widened, Samantha was bucking her hips on me. The female pointed the dildo at my face, I could smell my daughter still on it. Why did I want to lick it?

“You better finish inside her.” She warned. My eyes filled with terror as I had not thought all the way to this part. “Let it all out inside her or he drops the bat!”

My eyes fastened on Samantha’s face, “Yes, Daddy! Cum inside me! Fill me with all your cum! Oh, God! Daddy! Oh, God! Don’t stop. Fill your little girl with your hot seed!” That was it, I could not hold back. My fingers dug into her smooth thighs as my orgasm took me. I shook as I cummed. Her pussy swallowing it all as I released and released. She moved her hips so her pussy sucked me dry of all the sperm I had in my body.

My strength failed. I leaned forward, my face falling to her chest and then to the side beside her as I had orgasmed all the energy I had. My cheek rested against her breast. I had never orgasmed that hard in my entire life. I saw the female come over and tap my cheek, “See? That felt so good, didn’t it?”

I struggled for breath, “Huh? What now? I did what you wanted.”

The female looked away from me, “What do you think?”

My daughter answered, “Yeah, you can untie me now.”

I tried to move, but as my daughter was untied she rubbed her wrists as she smiled down at me. I tried to make sense of what had happened, “What is going on?”

Samantha leaned down and kissed me with sincere passion and then pulled back slightly, wiping the fake tears away, “Oh Daddy, I knew you would never do it on your own.

The End