Dad James, takes his daughter, with his Girlfriend's help!

James, 45, has dreamed of ushering his Elena into womanhood. In a moment of pure lust, his 19 yo girlfriend is about to make that forbidden fantasy happen.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
Reader discretion is advised.
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The following story was a fantasy that came as a simple thought, shared by a reader named Jackie.

The text from James had been a lifeline. Rough week. Need to experiment. Rough sex weekend. My body had hummed with a low, potent current of anticipation. I’d been looking forward to this for days, to finding out what he had in mind. Usually, when he’s stressed, he liked me to play the role of his little girl. And I loved it.
Losing myself in it was a chance to rewrite history. James was the kind of father I’d dreamed of—patient, strong, the kind who would have protected me. Not the one I’d actually had. Playing his daughter wasn't just a kink; in its own way it was a healing ritual.
He said he needed to let off steam badly. He’d laid out what he wanted, careful phrasing that wasn’t quite a command, though I wouldn’t have minded if it was. So, I would play my part perfectly. I’d prepared my body and mind with a few stiff drinks and a perfectly rolled joint, sending my inhibitions on a long vacation.
Friday night, the world shrank to the dimensions of his bedroom. The cool metal of the handcuffs bit into my wrists as he secured me to the headboard. A new scenario, and the helplessness sent a thrill through me. The silk blindfold plunged me into a warm, buzzing darkness, amplifying every other sense. The sharp, clean scent of his cologne, the sound of his breathing, the feel of the air on my skin. His hand came down on my ass, not a gentle pat but a sharp, stinging slap that made me gasp. Then another. And another. The heat bloomed across my skin.
Then, without warning, two slick fingers were at my tightest hole, pressing insistently. Oh, fuck. Anal wasn't my favorite thing, but this was his mood. This was the game. And I had agreed to play my part. He worked the lube in, but it was perfunctory, not generous. A moment later, the broad, blunt head of his cock replaced his fingers. He forced his way inside me. A sharp, burning pain tore through me, and I cried out into the pillow. He didn’t slow down. He didn’t wait for me to adjust. He just started fucking me, hard and deep.
“Take that, you little bitch!” he grunted, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. The pain began to melt, morphing into a strange, dark pleasure that made my pussy clench and get wet. I was starting to lose myself in it when the fucking doorbell rang.
“Shit!” he roared, his rhythm broken.
It rang again, a third time, insistent and demanding. He pulled out of me so fast I felt suddenly, coldly empty. I heard him stumble out of bed, the rustle of him pulling on a robe. He didn't even think to uncuff me or take off the blindfold. I was left there, ass in the air, a cushion under my belly, a prisoner in our game.
I heard muffled voices at the front door. His, low and angry. A woman’s, high and insistent. Then the door clicked shut. And a small, clear voice that froze the blood in my veins.
“Daddy—why’s Mommy so angry?” His daughter. Elena. I was naked, cuffed to his bed in the doggy position, and his daughter was in the house.
I heard their footsteps retreat down the hall.
“Princess, drop your stuff in your room and change for bed. Then you can watch TV,” he said, his voice strained. I couldn’t hear her reply. “I have a friend in my room, honey. I have to go let her know you’re here…” He was cut off. “Yes, you’ll get to meet her!”
Then her bedroom door closed.
I was still tied up. In the dark. Aching.
“Bitch!” The first word he said when he returned to our room was a venomous curse. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or his ex. I didn’t jump to conclusions. I was aching to be fucked, but I also desperately wanted to be freed, to see again, to get dressed. A cold shower and a long wait until Elena went to bed seemed like the new plan. Assuming I was even staying.
He ripped the blindfold off. The sudden light made me blink. He fumbled with the key to the cuffs, and my wrists were free.
“Sorry, babe. My ex just dropped off Elena. Bitch wouldn’t even stop to explain why.” He was busy, frantically shoving our toys—handcuffs, lube, the paddle—back into their drawer.
“Do you want me to go?” I had to ask. I’d never met Elena. Maybe this was a hard line for him. Our eyes met, and I could see him calculating, warring with himself.
“No. This wasn’t a scheduled visit. I won’t change everything at a minute’s notice for that selfish tramp. Probably has some hook-up she’s trying to get to.” And that was it. Decision made. He stripped off his robe and pulled on a pair of pajama pants.
I gathered my own pajamas—flannel things I only wore when we cuddled to watch a movie. As I prepared to slip the shirt over my head, I noticed him watching me. That wasn’t unusual. James loved to look at me. And from the thick, rigid tent pole in his pajamas, I could see he was still very much in the mood.
I dropped the top and stepped up to him, closing the small distance between us. I slipped my hand into his waistband, my fingers wrapping around the hot, velvet steel of his cock. I stroked him slowly, and our lips met in a hungry, messy kiss.
“You cocktease,” he growled against my mouth.
I giggled, freeing his beautiful cock from the confining fabric. I continued to stroke him, my thumb circling the slick head. I was just about to drop to my knees, to milk him dry right here, right now. My pussy ached for him, but my mouth would do.
That’s when we heard the click.
We turned. Elena was standing in the doorway, one hand holding the knob. Her eyes were wide, taking in two things with perfect, horrifying clarity: me, naked in all my glory. And her father’s cock, almost vertical, jutting from my fist. I was still reflexively stroking him, a steady motion – up and down.
We were both speechless, frozen in the moment. I wasn't helping, lost in the euphoria I was creating.
“Daddy… your dick is huge,” Elena whispered, her voice a mix of awe and nervous energy. She'd heard the word at school, but never seen one. "Is it… hard because of her?" James just stared down at his own dick, his brain completely short-circuited.
“Would you like to hold it?” I don’t know what possessed me to ask. The words just came out. And my pussy quivered because I desperately wanted her to.
She smiled, but it was a more knowing, curious smile than a child's. She walked straight over. As her hand reached out to take her dad’s cock, I let her.
“Just take the head,” I instructed softly, my voice trembling. “And do what you saw me doing.” She beamed, happy to be included, and eagerly wrapped her fingers around him.
Our eyes met over her head. His brain was frozen, but I could see the raw, unadulterated pleasure coursing through him. It was the forbidden fantasy of the moment, the ultimate taboo, that was pushing him toward the edge so fast.
His little daughter was jerking him off.
“It’s so hard, and hot…” she said, fascinated, as she looked up at her dad with a newfound confidence.
After she stroked him for a few minutes, I got an idea.
“Hey, Elena,” I said, my voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Want to try something else?” Her eyes were beaming as she continued to stroke her dad.
“Am I doing a good job?” she asked, looking up at him. James’s hand came to rest on her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.
“An amazing job, honey…” he was holding back his moans, his jaw tight. His eyes were now closed. That made me so wet, watching him fight to restrain himself.
I dropped to my knees beside Elena. “Let me show you something else,” I said, reaching for his cock. “Something really special for your daddy. It shows him how much you love him.”
Elena released her grip to me. I took him, guided the head to my lips, and swallowed him down. I started to suck the head like a lollipop, swirling my tongue.
“AAAAHHHHH... Fu…” His eyes flew open, and he let go of his daughter’s hair to fist his hands at his sides, the pleasure from my mouth almost too much to bear.
“Let me try, let me try!” she begged, so eager. I released him to her. She didn’t hesitate, taking the broad head into her mouth. It was so big for her, stretching her lips. The sight of it almost made James cum right then and there.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he choked out. “You keep doing that and you’ll get daddy’s cream!” And she did. She sucked with a happy, earnest rhythm.
He struggled not to start thrusting into her mouth; I could see the fight in his eyes, the tension in his thighs. Then his hips gave a sharp shudder.
“Daddy’s about to give you something special,” I told her, my voice low and urgent. “It’s a dad’s cream. You need to swallow it all, okay?” Elena just smiled around his cock as she sucked, and then his body went rigid. His cock pulsed, again and again, shooting thick streams of cum into her sweet, tender young mouth.
When he was finished, his hands returned to her hair, gently encouraging her to stop. I reached over and stroked her back. “That was incredible, girl,” I said softly. “Your dad feels so loved.” She pulled away, a thin string of cum connecting her lip to his cock before breaking. His legs shook, and he staggered over to the bed, collapsing onto it.
“Did I do a good job?” she asked, worried about how her dad had stumbled.
“You were… amazing,” he breathed, opening his arms to her. “My little angel.” She scrambled up and jumped into his embrace. He held her tight, cuddling her, his face buried in her hair.
I threw on one of his plush robes, the soft fabric a sensual caress against my still-sensitive skin. Combined with the buzz from the alcohol and weed mingling with a potent, post-orgasmic high. I was on fire, and also felt so incredibly horny. I had helped him achieve the first part of his taboo fantasy, and in that moment, a dark, thrilling thought took root: what if I could help him achieve the rest?
With the hormones and imagination coursing through me, I decided to roll with it.
“Elena,” I said, my voice soft and conspiratorial. “Would you like to grab a bath with me?” Her eyes, still hazy from her first orgasm, turned to me with a bright, trusting smile. James’s eyes, however, were full of questions. I just smiled back at them both, a silent promise of secrets to come.
“Yes! I like baths. I bathe with Momma…” she said, climbing off her dad’s lap and following me down the hall to the bathroom. I turned on the taps, letting the water steam up the mirror before adding a generous pour of my favorite jasmine-scented bubble bath and a handful of Epsom salts.
“Bubbles! I love bubbles,” she squealed, her smile absolutely adorable. “Is it ready?” She didn't wait for an answer, stripping off her clothes and standing there, naked and eager.
“Yes, sweetheart. Jump in!” I didn’t have to tell her twice. She slipped into the water with a happy splash, giggling as I followed, sinking into the hot, fragrant water beside her.
“Your boobs are different than Mommy’s,” she said, her arms crossing almost unconsciously over the gentle swell of her chest. The statement was a surprise, but delivered with a young girl's sharp, observational honesty.
“They are?” I asked softly, noticing the two small, pointed buds of her own breasts. She would grow up to be a beautiful woman.
“They're... perkier. Mom's kinda... sag. Do you think mine will be like yours or hers?” There's a hint of worry in her voice, a teenager's anxiety about her own developing body.
“I think they’ll be perfect, just like you,” I said, sinking deeper into the water, the heat seeping into my bones.
Then a thought crossed my mind, one I should have immediately brushed aside. But I was still high, and so, so horny. Seeing her suck her dad’s cock had lit a fire in me. His fantasies, the ones he played out with me, were running wild in my head.
“Elena,” I began, my voice barely a whisper. “Do you ever touch yourself… like where I touched your daddy?” I was so curious to see where this young girl was in her development. I saw the flicker of understanding in her eyes.
“My privates?” she asked, looking suddenly embarrassed.
I moved closer to her in the water, the bubbles swirling between us.
“Hey,” I said gently. “When people love each other, and have the secrets you now have with your daddy and me… you don’t need to feel strange or funny about it. We can talk about anything… or not.” I ran my wet hand across her pretty little cheek. Then I sat back, giving her space. I was prepared to change the subject.
“I do,” she said, her voice small. “I only started a short while ago. I like it a lot, but… after a while, it feels really funny, and it scares me. So I stop.” She was looking down into the water.
“That funny place,” I said softly, “that’s where your dad got to, in your mouth. It does feel funny at first, but then it gets really, really good.” She looked up, her eyes wide.
“It does?” She looked around, as if trying to find the answer in the tiles. “I’m not going to break something, or hurt myself?”
“No, sweetheart,” I giggled, the explorative look in her eyes so pure it made my heart ache. “In fact, you will love it. Just like your daddy did.” I moved closer, our knees touching under the water. “Would you like me to do something to you, like you did to your daddy?” I asked, leaning in until our faces were inches apart.
“Would you?” she was intrigued. And excited.
Under the cover of the cloudy water, my hand traveled down her smooth, flat belly. I felt her small, soft slit, and she looked hesitant as I rubbed her small, sensitive button—because that’s exactly what it felt like.
“Do you want me to stop?” I murmured, not wanting to frighten her, but I didn’t stop rubbing her clit.
Her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan escaped her lips. I kept rubbing, my thumb moving in a slow, steady circle up and down her slick little nub.
She surprised me by wrapping her small arms around my neck, holding on tight. I continued until, a few minutes later, her body started to tremble. I kept going, feeling the tiny spasms, until I sensed she was getting too sensitive, that the pleasure was bordering on uncomfortable.
She finally pulled away and opened her eyes. She was still shaking from the force of her first real orgasms.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Her eyes were hazy, unfocused. She looked like she was ready to melt into the water.
“That was amazing,” she breathed. “I didn’t know it would feel that way. I was so scared at first.” She was beaming, bathed in the warm, post-orgasmic glow.
“And it gets better than that!” I said, immediately wanting to punch myself for the words. But they were out.
“How?” Her eyes were wide awake now. And hungry.
I giggled. I knew that hunger. I was struggling with it right now. “It’s time to get out,” I said, preparing to stand. “The water’s getting cold!”
“WHY?” she was loud, and clearly unhappy. She didn’t want it to stop. When a girl discovers sex, she doesn’t want it to end. I knew exactly how she felt.
“Tell me this,” I said, leaning in conspiratorially. “Have you ever heard your mommy making noises, moaning at night, and been curious?”
A look of proud understanding crossed her face. “Yes! And when I go to check on Mommy… she’s all sweaty, wrapped in a sheet, and tells me she just hurt herself—then sends me back to bed.” Elena seemed to be thinking over those moments. “Was Mommy lying?” she asked. A truth was finally surfacing for her.
“Tonight,” I whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. “When you hear me make those noises with your daddy, come and see. But be very, very quiet, so daddy doesn’t hear you!”
She suddenly had one of her own. “Okay!” she whispered back, all excited. “This is like when I sneak my phone after bedtime to watch TikToks. I have to be super quiet so my mom doesn’t catch me.” She stood up in the water. I was already out of the tub, toweling off. I grabbed a fluffy towel and lifted her out.
“Exactly, little angel,” I said, helping her dry herself. “And there will be a surprise waiting for you... A very, very special one.”
Later, after we’d tucked Elena into bed with a story and a kiss, I rejoined James in his room. I left the bedroom door slightly ajar on purpose. He was already in bed, his cock hard and ready for me. I climbed on top, sinking down onto him in the cowgirl position. I rode him slowly, trying to appear quiet, trying to make our moans seem like accidental sounds of shifting in our sleep.
Then the door pushed open wider. Elena was there, naked, her eyes wide with fascination as she watched her father’s cock disappearing into me over and over.
I saw her, and a thrill shot through me. I grabbed the silk blindfold from the nightstand. “What kinky game are you playing now?” James whispered, concerned we’d wake Elena.
“Don’t worry,” I murmured, securing it over his eyes. “I’ve got you.”
I continued to fuck him, my hips rolling, my eyes locked on his little girl in the doorway. Then, after a moment, I lifted off him and moved to the side of the bed. I waved Elena over.
She tiptoed to the bed, her eyes glued to her father’s erect, glistening cock. “That’s what your mommy was doing when she moaned,” I whispered in her ear. “Do you want to try?”
Elena nodded, her eyes wide and hungry. I lifted the little girl onto her dad’s waist, positioning her over his straining erection. James started to notice the difference. “That’s not you,” he grunted, his hands reaching up.
“Shhh,” I soothed.
Elena, following instinct, reached behind her, her hand pressing his thick cock down so she could line it up with her tight pussy.
He tore off the blindfold. He was in shock to see his daughter sitting on his chest, naked, trying to position his cock to enter her.
“Sweetheart… that’s going to hurt the first time. Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion and lust.
She just nodded, her jaw set with determination. A tear traced a path down her cheek, but she wiped it away angrily. “Be brave,” she whispered to herself. He lifted her small body, and she fed the head of his cock into her impossibly tight little pussy. He lowered her down, stopping as he felt the thin barrier of her hymen.
“Okay,” he whispered. “On three… one… two…”
He lowered her, punching through it. She cried out, a sharp, pained sound. “It hurts!” she whimpered. He stopped immediately, holding her still, letting her adjust. But after a moment, she took a shaky breath and forced herself down, a sharp intake of air as she took him all the way inside. Her body was rigid with pain, but her eyes were locked on her father's, desperate for his approval.
“Good girl,” I prompted softly. “Now move up and down.”
Soon Elena found a rhythm, a slow, undulating motion as she fucked her dad. Then James began to add to the rhythm, his hips rising to meet hers, and she was loving it, her head thrown back in pleasure.
I sat back on my heels, my own body forgotten, mesmerized by the sight of them. Father and daughter bonding in the most primal, loving way imaginable. My hand slipped between my own legs, and I masturbated to the beautiful, forbidden view, my own orgasm building as I watched his little girl take her daddy’s cock.
James stared up at his beautiful daughter, his eyes drinking in the reality of a fantasy he’d jerked off to a thousand times. How many nights had he fucked me, dreaming it was his little girl? And now, here she was, rising and falling on his cock in the most erotic rhythm he could imagine. On every downstroke, he pressed hard against her cervix, and she would gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure on her face.
I could see the struggle in his face, the tight coil of his muscles as he fought not to cum. My own orgasm washed over me, a sweet, intense wave triggered by the sight. I rose and stepped over to Elena, my body humming.
“It’s time to get off, sweetheart!” I said, and I couldn’t help but giggle at the defiant look she gave me. She didn’t want to give up his cock. She was loving the feeling of being so full, so stretched, the continuous orgasms bubbling up inside her.
“Elena, daddies about to shoot his cream, and he can’t do it inside you!” I told her, my voice firm but gentle. But she just shook her head, a look of pure stubbornness on her face.
“Why? I want to feel it!” she stated boldly. James was trying to suppress both his laughter and his orgasm, his body trembling with the effort.
“Because his cum is what makes babies,” I stated. Her eyes widened, not with shock, but with dawning recognition.
“Oh,” she said, her voice small. “Like in health class.”
She was off him in a flash, but she surprised us both. Instead of just moving away, she spun around and immediately took the head of his still-throbbing cock into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, her small mouth stretched wide around him.
James’s hands flew to her head, not forcing her, just holding her as he gently rocked his hips, fucking her mouth in shallow strokes.
“Oh, angel, that’s a good girl… fuck, you take daddies cock so good,” he groaned, and then he shot his load. Again and again.
There was the sound of choking from Elena as she tried to swallow, and a little bit of creamy dribble escaped her lips, but she took most of it down.
She came up smiling, a proud, sticky mess.
“You are daddies girl,” James breathed, reaching for his daughter. She crawled into his arms, and they cuddled, his strong arms wrapping around her small, naked body.
All three of us cuddled on the bed naked, a tangle of limbs and sated bodies. And fell asleep.

Jackie
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