Daddy's Love by Frostybox


                                            >You think you hear a noise outside your room.

                                            >The quiet moans you were losing yourself in stop.

                                            >One hand still firmly cups your breast.

                                            >The image in your mind of his strong calloused hand doing the cupping fades.

                                            >When you hear the front door shut with a thud, you know that you definitely heard him come back.

                                            >Slowly and steadily you withdraw his old replaced electric toothbrush from your butt.

                                            >Your mind goes hazy as you feel the pull, you imagine him slowly drawing himself out of you after having pumped his thick hot fluid deep inside you.

                                            >A small gasp escapes past your lips, when it comes out completely.

                                            >Your body shivers as tingles run all over you.

                                            >Each breath that comes out is shaky and comes from deep down.

                                            >Your face is all hot, and your body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

                                            >You rise from your bed, leaving a small patch of arousal and lotion behind and squat down to pull your thong and yoga pants back up from around your ankles.

                                            >The slick feeling between your thighs feels like a mix of embarrassing and satisfying.

                                            >The cloth pressed against your wanting lips is getting damp, you didn’t actually finish.

                                            >But he’s home now, and maybe…

                                            >Maybe keeping yourself on edge like this will finally give you the courage to approach him.

                                            >You look yourself over in the mirror.

                                            >The black fabric hides your moisture well while still showing off the only curve to your body.

                                            >You give your flat chest a gentle lift with your hands and frown when you let them drop and they remain mostly static.

                                            >Unfortunately your tiny stature and tiny chest are a hand-me-down from mom.

                                            >At least that what dad says.

                                            >Your butt was too, but years of scootering have transformed it to be all yours.

                                            >And there was plenty of it to have.

                                            >You tussle your purple hair a little to get it less matted to your forehead and neck.

                                            >Despite what you were just doing, the lotion you use has a strong grape smell to it that you’re certain masks you well.

                                            >Satisfied with your appearance, you step out of your room hoping to get another form of satisfaction tonight.

                                            >You walk into the living room to find dad’s jacket thrown haplessly on the couch.

                                            >You hear some commotion in the kitchen and make that your next destination.

                                            >Rounding the corner you find Dad flipping from one cabinet to the next.

                                            >”I know they were here yesterday” he grumbles under his breath.

                                            “Looking for something yummy Daddy?”

                                            >Dad jumps a little and spins around on his hell to look at you.

                                            >The very brief wide-eyed stare he gave you with his beautiful bright green eyes make your heart skip.

                                            >He averts his gaze upwards, “Yeah, I was looking for the oatmeal raisin cookies I saw yesterday.”

                                            >He starts walking over to you with his arms outstretched, “C’mere Scooty.”

                                            >You practically skip over and bury your face into his chest while his powerful arms envelop you.

                                            >He grunts happily as he gives you a gentle squeeze.

                                            >You inhale his after-work scent in deeply, and fight to keep yourself from trembling in his arms.

                                            >He steps back and releases you before turning back and resuming his hunt.

                                            >”How was your day kiddo?”

                                            “Good. Pretty boring really…”

                                            >He nods while peeking around in the cabinet above the fridge.

                                            “I uh… ate the cookies you’re looking for daddy.”

                                            >He freezes, slowly he closes the cabinet he was searching through and slowly turns to you, “Really? All of them?”

                                            >You nod.

                                            “Sorry daddy, There wasn’t much left for groceries and I was hungry after school.”

                                            >He purses his lips, his eyes glaze over as he goes deep into thought.

                                            >A hand comes up and combs through the rugged hair on his head.

                                            >You stand there transfixed as each lock tumbles back down once his hand passes over it.

                                            >He hisses, “Yeah, sorry kiddo. Busy couple of days at the factory.”

                                            >You smile at him.

                                            “It’s okay Daddy, I know you’ve been busy. Honestly I didn’t think you’d be home this early tonight.”

                                            >He quirks an eyebrow at you.

                                            >A toothy grin spreads across his face.

                                            >”Oh?” he responds playfully.

                                            >Slowly he advances towards you, his tall powerful form loom more and more over your frail tiny self.

                                            >Your heartbeat starts pounding in your chest, your thighs clamp themselves tightly against each other.

                                            >”So you weren’t… planning on sneaking a guy in or anything were you Scootaloo?” he goads.

                                            “Uh… N-no daddy! You know I would never-“

                                            >He walks by you and continues on past the living room.

                                            >”So then… if I were to say, stroll into your room right now I’d find no boys in there right Scooty?”

                                            >You roll your eyes at him.

                                            “Of course not daddy. There’s nothing in there-“

                                            >…EXCEPT HIS TOOTHBRUSH AND A BOTTLE OF LOTION!

                                            >You zoom towards your room just as he is approaching the door.

                                            >You grab the handle and pull it to keep it shut.

                                            >His hand hovers just over yours...

                                            >You slide yourself in-between him and the door, putting him inches away from you.

                                            >His brow is furrowed, his bright green eyes bore into you.

                                            >Your legs are getting shaky just from the intensity in his look alone.

                                            >He leans down, putting his face closer and closer to yours.

                                            >You’re not sure if it’s his body heat or what but your face feels extremely hot.

                                            >You can feel his hot breaths on your neck.

                                            >He stares at your for what feels like an eternity before he lets out a deep chuckle and pats your head playfully a few times.

                                            >”You are a terrible liar Scootaloo. Play it up all you want, but if you actually had someone in there I’d have known the moment your stepped out of your room.”

                                            >He walks back towards the kitchen chuckling to himself along the way.

                                            >You fall back against the door and clutch your chest.

                                            >Your heart is racing.

                                            >His scent is still fresh in your mind.

                                            >The piercing look in his eyes.

                                            >The knowledge that, if he wanted to, in a flash he could have pinned you against the door and taken you right then and there.

                                            >It’s wrong.

                                            >You know it’s wrong to think like that.

                                            >The slick feeling between your legs only reinforces how wrong that is.

                                            >But…

                                            >Ever since that day, those kinds of thoughts have only grown stronger in your mind.

                                            >”Scootaloo?”

                                            >You jump away from the door and spin around to face your dad who is standing in the living room.

                                            >He holds his phone up for you to see, “I’m thinking I’ll pick us up some take out for tonight. I’ll try to get us groceries tomorrow morning before I go to work. Sounds good?”

                                            “Y-y-y-“

                                            >You can’t even form words right now, so you nod.

                                            >He accepts the response and walks into the kitchen.

                                            >You let out a sigh and take a few deep breaths to try and recenter yourself.

                                            >Maybe keeping yourself on edge wasn’t such a good idea.

                                            >You’ve been going to further and further lengths to nudge him in the right direction ever since you learned what he liked.

                                            >”Forgetting” to close your bedroom door in the mornings when you’re changing.

                                            >Having your big t-shirt “accidentally” get caught on your panties while walking past him at night.

                                            >Working on your scooter out on the patio, where you knew he would see you, with only a loose t-shirt and no bra.

                                            >You could never prove for certain that he was watching you, but you were pretty sure and the idea that you were seducing your own dad had you equal parts aroused and guilty and weird.

                                            >Some of the less fun feelings faded last week however.

                                            >When you did the boldest move you’ve ever done so far and “innocently” brushed his thigh with your hand while snuggling him during a movie.

                                            >You were certain you felt him.

                                            >He didn’t say anything to you at that moment.

                                            >But shortly after, before you could force yourself to do it again, he had excused himself to his study.

                                            >You learned a few years ago what he does in his study.

                                            >Knowing that he must have been getting off to you like you had been doing to him for years made you feel strange.

                                            >You were moving past the fantasy, and dragging your dad along with you.

                                            >You felt dirty for doing this to your father, but at the same time more turned on than ever before.

                                            >Because you had done it, brought such a strong man down-

                                            >”Scooty?”

                                            >You shake your head clear of thoughts and look up from the couch you must have wandered towards and planted yourself in.

                                            “Buh- Y-yeah?”

                                            >At least you can talk again, sort of.

                                            >”I ordered us some Italian. Figure it’ll fill better than Chinese in case I can’t make it out to the store tomorrow morning, you can have that tomorrow after school.”

                                            >You nod.

                                            “Sounds good Daddy.”

                                            >He smiles brightly, “Alright, I’ll be back in a few.”

                                            >You nod again and watch him leave.

                                            >You turn a little and fall back onto the couch with a flop.

                                            >Just above you, still dangling on the back of the couch is dad’s jacket.

                                            >You reach out and drag it down.

                                            >It slips over the edge and drapes over you.

                                            >You pull it close to your chest and cover yourself with it as much as you can.

                                            >His strong working scent is all over it.

                                            >Your hand slips under the jacket and begins to trail down your chest, grazing slowly down past your belly.

                                            >You close your eyes tight and bite your bottom lip as you slip a finger into the band of your pants.

                                            >Then you force yourself to sit up and look around for the remote.

                                            >Doing it right now, right here, with Dad guaranteed to come back soon is too risky.

                                            >Plus... the chances of him reacting the way you’d prefer aren’t great.

                                            >He’s a very reserved person.

                                            >Back when he was still dating that bitch Lightning Dust, he was pretty keen on not getting too PDA.

                                            >Especially when you were around.

                                            >He was like that with mom too from what little you remember.

                                            >It wasn’t until he finally broke up with Lightning Dust that he was more open about that kind of stuff, when it was just the two of you.

                                            >He hugged you for longer.

                                            >Touched you more often, innocent stuff like on your shoulder or messing with your hair.

                                            >Let you kiss him for longer, again, innocently like on the cheek or short ones on the lips.

                                            >After Lightning Dust you and dad became really close.

                                            >Not at first though, for the first couple of months he spent a lot of time at work.

                                            >He already spent a lot of time there, working hard to make sure he could give you a good life as a single dad and support his girlfriend at the time.

                                            >When he was home, he would spend a lot of time in his study.

                                            >Upstairs are the guest bedrooms, and from up there you can peek into his study.

                                            >You may not have liked Lightning very much, but she was still company, and when it became just you and dad you got lonely.

                                            >So the lonely curious sixteen year-old you were decided to see what your dad spent all his time doing in there.

                                            >It was a mix of things, usually work related.

                                            >However one thing that was constant was that he was watching porn.

                                            >And more than just watching.

                                            >When you first saw him doing it, you felt shocked.

                                            >You learned about sex of course, but you hadn’t thought of your dad as a sexual person until then.

                                            >It just seemed weird, like, he’s your dad.

                                            >Dad’s just take care of their daughters and stuff, they didn’t do things like that.

                                            >It was kind of appalling, but also intriguing.

                                            >He’s wasn’t very open back then, so as much of a shock as it was to see this side of him it was at least a side you hadn’t ever seen before.

                                            >It made you curious to see more.

                                            >And you did, your stomach twisted up in knots every time you watched him but you did it.

                                            >Just for a little bit at first, then longer, and eventually you watched him go all the way.

                                            >It made your heart race and your nethers tingle.

                                            >Eventually your curiosity and interest got the better of you and you decided to push for more.

                                            >You waited for a day when you knew he would be working late and slipped into his study.

                                            >You brushed a hand along his chair, the one he sat in while he was enjoying himself.

                                            >Then you followed it up by sitting in it yourself.

                                            >You sank yourself deep into the chair, like you imagine he did.

                                            >With a quick stroke of the keyboard you logged into his computer and flipped through his browser history.

                                            >What you saw pushed you past the realm of what you had convinced yourself as just “bonding.”

                                            >A video with a young looking “teen” girl doing anal.

                                            >You watched the beginning for a bit, listening to the girl talk about herself as an 18 year old, then clicked ahead in the video to get to the actual sex.

                                            >Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while a guy was ravenously thrusting himself in and out of her butt hole.

                                            >It was all too much for you, and you powered off his computer rather than just close the browser.

                                            >You sat there in his chair in a complete daze at what you had seen.

                                            >There was a building dampness between your legs.

                                            >You knew that sex like that was all fake, or at least not normal.

                                            >But it was turning you on so much right then.

                                            >Knowing it was what he liked, made it seem sexier.

                                            >It was already really sexy in a dirty raunchy way.

                                            >You only confirmed his tastes when you had built up the courage to look through more of his history and found almost all of it related to butt stuff.

                                            >It changed the way you saw dad completely.

                                            >Knowing that under his sweet reserved exterior was a dirty man.

                                            >You had played around with yourself in the past, what healthy teenage girl didn’t?

                                            >It never seemed to do what you were hoping it would.

                                            >That is until the night after you snuck into dad’s study.

                                            >You stripped down quickly and ravished yourself.

                                            >Your fingers became slick very quickly given how drenched you were before even entering your room.

                                            >Thinking to what you had seen you decided to give it a try.

                                            >You traced a wet finger around your back entrance.

                                            >It tickled a little and sent nervous tingles through your body.

                                            >You took a deep breath and applied some pressure.

                                            >It slid inside, just a little.

                                            >The shock from doing it made you clench up tight and as a result you hurt yourself a little.

                                            >With some more slow breaths like you saw those girls doing you relaxed enough that you could slide your finger in further.

                                            >Your other hand vigorously rubbed your burning lips and occasionally trailed up your body to grope at your little beestings.

                                            >Your heart was racing, more than it had ever done before, even more than when you did the breaknecker on your scooter.

                                            >Doing this made you feel dirty and the just made it all exhilarating.

                                            >Your legs were quivering, your breaths came out as quiet moans that you couldn’t stop.

                                            >It was then that you realized why people did it.

                                            >The orgasm you felt was incredible.

                                            >After it wore off however, reality came down on you hard.

                                            >You realized all that you had done, today and the days before.

                                            >The dirty feeling was no longer exhilarating and you just felt gross.

                                            >The following day you found yourself watching your father again and suddenly all the negative feelings you had were fading away.

                                            >From that day onward you didn’t let those feelings drag you down.

                                            >You embraced them, the thought about being dirty turned you on.

                                            >So much that you knew that your fingers weren’t going to be enough.

                                            >And after taking his old electric toothbrush that stopped working, you learned that that wasn’t going to be enough either.

                                            >It wasn’t until dad started being more open with you, until you two became really close over the last two years that you knew exactly what it would take…

                                            >The front door opens and dad walks in with bags of food in each hand.

                                            >”Scooty? You still up kiddo?”

                                            >You slide his jacket down to cover you from the waist down.

                                            “Yeah, I was just laying down for a bit.”

                                            >Dad hums happily, “Good, cause I sure won’t be able to get through all of this myself” he jokes while holding up the food in his hands.

                                            >You help him set up the table for the two of you and fight with him for a bit on who gets the first breadstick.

                                            >You did, of course.

                                            >Dinner goes by pretty smoothly, Dad asks how school was and you give him a run down.

                                            >The only real thing of note today was how Sweetie Belle laughed at something you said and milk came out of her nose.

                                            >You and dad shared a hearty laugh at that, especially when you played out the scene for him as if you were Sweetie.

                                            >By the time dinner was over, dad had put away his third beer.

                                            >You didn’t really like him drinking, he really only picked it up after him and Lighting broke up, but he doesn’t get as bad as you’ve heard some kids at school say about their dads.

                                            >He takes all the plates while you collect all the leftovers.

                                            >You make it a point to put the food in the bottom of the fridge, bending down low in his direction to put them away.

                                            >The plates clatter somewhat loudly in the sink causing you to jump up and turn around.

                                            >HIs eyes are locked to the sink.

                                            >You shimmy your way over to him and reach over him to grab the sponge.

                                            >He grabs your wrist and gently pushes your arm back, “S’okay kiddo, I got it.”

                                            >You withdraw your hand and remain there standing next to him.

                                            >He nods his head back towards the living room, “Why don’t you go watch some t.v. or something?” he asks while never looking over at you.

                                            “Okay daddy” you respond sweetly.

                                            >He fiddles around in the kitchen for a while as you absentmindedly flip through the channels.

                                            >Eventually the light from the kitchen go out and you hear dad walking into the living room.

                                            >You sit up straight and scooch over, away from the edge of the couch as he approaches.

                                            “You wanna watch a movie daddy?”

                                            >He scratches at his chest, over his shirt made damp from watching dishes as he ponders your request, “Yeah sure, what’s on?”

                                            >He motions you over even more, to which you comply, before he plops himself down on the edge of the couch with a beer in hand.

                                            >You pick a decently lengthy movie that had just started.

                                            >Dad mentioned during dinner that he had a later shift tomorrow so you knew he wouldn’t object to the movie.

                                            >As expected, he squirms a little and settles himself in with a comfy sigh.

                                            >You watch the movie next to him in content silence for a while, covering yourself with his jacket to keep yourself warm and surround yourself with him.

                                            >After he finishes the beer he had, you offer to get him some more.

                                            >”Yeah, grab me two would you Scooty? I’ve got the late shift tomorrow” he happily reminds you.

                                            >You do as he says and bring him two beers.

                                            >He already looks pretty tired, relaxed and content, but also tired as he takes them from you.

                                            >You sit yourself down roughly on the couch.

                                            >The bouncing on the cushion, coupled with the time you spent curled up under his jacket makes your lower dampness very known to you.

                                            >You shiver as you note the slick feeling of the lotion between your cheeks.

                                            >You take the opportunity to slide in close to your dad.

                                            >He grunts questioningly, but you pull his jacket up over you and snuggle in close, ‘I’m cold daddy.”

                                            >He lazily lifts up an arm and lets you slip in even closer before he drapes it over your shoulder.

                                            >His body is hot, you love the way it feels against you.

                                            >You slip an arm in behind him and curl your other one over his stomach.

                                            >You close your eyes and immerse yourself in him.

                                            >The movie didn’t matter to you from the start, this is what you were after.

                                            >Or, well, this is the start to what you’re after...

                                            >As the movie progressed and his drinks were finished, dad was starting to doze off with you on him.

                                            >This was about how it was last week.

                                            >When you made your move and confirmed his interest in you.

                                            >Your heart is racing and your throat is dry just thinking about doing it again.

                                            >The place between your legs is getting very hot and wet.

                                            >So much that you can feel ti trail down your nether and join with the lotion.

                                            >You squirm a little and even wake him up some just so you can tuck a foot underneath you for more stimulation.

                                            >He grunts and takes in a sleepy breath before settling back in and closing his eyes.

                                            >Your press into yourself some and take in a deep breath of his scent.

                                            >You are getting really wired right now, not getting off earlier is making you very aroused now.

                                            >Dad shifts a little to make himself more comfortable, you let your hand innocently slip down lower because of hm.

                                            >Said hand is trembling with excitement.

                                            >You go for it.

                                            >He is very warm against your palm.

                                            >You gently brush against him.

                                            >Just the fingertips at first.

                                            >Gently prodding around until you’re sure that you’re touching him.

                                            >Then you press down harder, with the underside of your fingertips.

                                            >You rub up and down his thigh, until your certain you know where he ends.

                                            >You slowly curl your fingers, pressing your palm into his member.

                                            >This is wrong.

                                            >What you’re doing is so very wrong.

                                            >You know that and yet…

                                            >Your breathing won’t slow.

                                            >Your free hand is trembling.

                                            >You can’t stop squirming on your foot.

                                            >Dad grumble a little, making your blood run ice cold for a moment.

                                            >Then you feel it.

                                            >You feel him.

                                            >He’s getting hard.

                                            >And SO big…

                                            >Not that you have anything to compare him to, but thinking on his toothbrush the prospect of his hard-on makes you nervous.

                                            >Dad shifts around, his hand comes up from around your shoulder and he rubs his fingers over his closed eyes.

                                            >You are completely paralyzed.

                                            >All you can think about is his hot thick member in your grasp.

                                            >”Mmn- Scoody? What’re ya- The fuck are you doing?” he asks, mumbling at first then more clearly as he wakes up more.

                                            >This was bad, he joked around a lot with you but rarely did you eve hear him swear.

                                            >Your heart is threatening to burst out of your flat chest.

                                            >Jaw won’t stop trembling.

                                            >You can’t even get a single word out.

                                            >This isn’t how you wanted things to go.

                                            >You had always envisioned a more romantic moment, something that progressed naturally like how you two had become so close in the last two years.

                                            >But you know that was just a silly notion.

                                            >If that was what you had wanted you wouldn’t have walked around in your underwear so often.

                                            >Dad shifts in his seat, separating himself from you.

                                            >The moment your hand comes away from him you react.

                                            >Without really thinking you jump off the couch and stand in front of him.

                                            >He says something but you can’t hear him, the pounding noise of blood rushing through your ears drowns him out.

                                            >You slip your fingers into the waistbands of your yoga pants and thong.

                                            >The confused shocked look in his eyes is too much for you to bear, but your body is too riled up to truly stop.

                                            >You turn away from his gaze and pull your bottoms down.

                                            >Your butt is right in front of his face.

                                            >Words try to form in your brain, you try to explain to him how you feel but the words come out faster than you can refine them.

                                            >In the end you say something like .

                                            “I-I’m sorry Daddy, but I need you. A-and I know you want this. I’ve seen all the videos you watch in your study. I-I know what you did when you went to your study last week during the movie. I’ve been practicing every day for this, w-with your old toothbrush.”

                                            >He is silent.

                                            >None of that sounded like you wanted it to.

                                            >Your face is hot with embarrassment and excitement and shame.

                                            >In an act of desperation, you bend over and try to pull your cheeks apart like they do in his videos.

                                            >Your fingers can’t get a good grip with all the arousal and lotion near your butthole.

                                            >Panic sets in and you are about ready to try running for your room and never leaving again until he breaks his silence.

                                            >”I-is that lube?” he asks hesitantly.

                                            “L-lotion. I use- ha!”

                                            >You gasp the moment you feel it.

                                            >Feel him.

                                            >His strong calloused hand planted firmly on your buttcheek.

                                            >You can feel his fingers dig in to the supple flesh, his thumb press near your back entrance.

                                            >He pulls your cheeks apart exposing your privates to him like you were unable to do yourself.

                                            >He mumbles something to himself, you were too worked up to hear him properly.

                                            >Dad rises up from the couch, he takes his hand of your rear.

                                            >You stand up straight, still facing away from him.

                                            >Fear and excitement grips your heart, you have no idea what he’s going to do next.

                                            >His hands plant themselves on your slender hips and slowly he guides you around until you’re facing the couch.

                                            >He pushes you forward, you gingerly obey his command and reach out to grab the back of the couch with both hands to steady yourself.

                                            >His hands come away from your briefly, your head is swimming right now but you think you heard his belt jingle.

                                            >You bend down and force your butt out towards the open air in his direction.

                                            >A hungry desperation fills you, you want his hands on you again.

                                            >You want him inside you.

                                            >And like a good daddy, he makes gives his daughter what she wants.

                                            >His hands clasp down on your cheeks with a slap.

                                            >You yelp and arch your back as the slightly pain ripples up your body with a violent arousing tingle.

                                            >He presses down on you, taking greedy handfuls of your exposed rear.

                                            >Your squirm around some, trying to shift your weight and spread your legs.

                                            >When you find them restricted by virtue of your still barely on pants and thong, your body seems to turn the sensitivity up to 11.

                                            >Knowing that your completely at daddy’s mercy, unable to run away…

                                            >You squeak when you feel a hot pressure against your backdoor.

                                            >The stubble on his chin grazes against your cheeks, it sends more tingles up your spine.

                                            >Your pussy is soaking wet even without stimulation from him.

                                            >He’s giving you all the stimulation you need.

                                            >Daddy’s tongue laps your crevice over and over, each one making you twitch with pleasure.

                                            >His tongue pokes and prods at your entrance, you think you taste blood but can’t stop biting down on your bottom lip.

                                            >He backs away from you after a while, his hands slide over to grab you by the hips.

                                            >With his thumbs he pulls your cheeks apart just slightly.

                                            >You realize as it’s happening, that it was just enough so he could guide himself towards your pucker.

                                            >He pushes up against you, your mind is reeling, each breath that comes out of you is ragged and heavy.

                                            >His warmth is vastly different than the toothbrush, it’s so much better!

                                            >You groan as he begins to push his way inside you.

                                            >He is SO big.

                                            >Your body tenses up once his cocked slips inside.

                                            >Daddy groans and whispers your name.

                                            “Daddy!” you moan back, and push yourself back against him.

                                            >You want more of him.

                                            >You want ALL of him.

                                            >His hands clench and he pulls you in further on him.

                                            >Your hands are gripping the couch as hard as you can.

                                            >Your pussy is dripping with arousal.

                                            >The mixture of pain, anxiety, shame, excitement, and pleasure are leaving you breathless.

                                            >Your head gets all fuzzy and your hearing fades.

                                            >Your mouth is wide open, you can feel the vibration in your throat but you can’t hear anything.

                                            >The feeling of daddy's body pressed firmly against you, his long hard member buried deep inside, the gentle caressing of his hands on your hips and belly are indescribable.

                                            >Your orgasm fades and the pain of taking him all the way inside begins to rise.

                                            >Your breaths becomes moans and the moans become whines.

                                            >The pleasure is the only thing keeping you in place.

                                            >That is until daddy begins to bear down on you.

                                            >You can’t support him on trembling legs so you fall forward slightly and dig your knees into the couch.

                                            >Arms give and your face plants into the couch.

                                            >Daddy starts pulling back from you.

                                            >It hurts, less than just moments before but it still hurts.

                                            >It feels like he’s going to tear you apart.

                                            >You squirm but he’s too heavy, too strong.

                                            >There’s nothing you can do…

                                            >Your heart starts racing again.

                                            >Daddy forces himself in again.

                                            >You let out a low guttural moan.

                                            >The pleasure is beginning to overtake the pain.

                                            >He pulls back, your head raises and when he pushes in again you find your face pressed right up against the back of the couch.

                                            >He slams against you with a wet slap.

                                            >His balls slap against your soaked lips sending a jolt of pleasure up your body.

                                            >The feeling of fullness made your mind go blank again.

                                            >The moans escaping your raw throat sounded like something out of his porn movies.

                                            >Daddy must have made the same connection, he started getting more vocal.

                                            >Each sound of pleasure that came out of him sent rippled of pleasure through you.

                                            >Daddy’s hands clench tightly around your hips.

                                            >He thrust his hips to slam his thick member down to the base inside you.

                                            >Daddy follows it with weak thrusts, you can feel his cock swell to the biggest you’ve felt so far.

                                            >At the first burst of heat inside you, you came again.

                                            >Each pump of hot cum his shaft left you feeling more and more full.

                                            >You had done it.

                                            >Claimed your strong loving daddy for yourself.

                                            >You feel forward into the couch, completely spent.

                                            >Dad brought an arm in front of you and gently guided you down to lay on the couch.

                                            >He slipped your thong and pants off completely for you.

                                            >The moment he had, you realized that you weren’t prepared for the after part of anal sex.

                                            >You mumbled out an apology and rushed to the bathroom as quickly as your rubbery legs would take you.

                                            >By the time you had returned the couch had only your bottoms and dad’s jacket.

                                            >Dad had gone to his room and shut the door.

                                            >Your heart sank.

                                            >Just like before you felt all the wrong kinds of dirty.

                                            >You debated going inside to talk to him but panic was gripping your heart completely.

                                            >You instead went to your room and buried your face into your pillow and cried.

                                            >Your body went completely limp with exhaustion, and your butt was very sore but it wasn’t for that that you sobbed.

                                            >Fear was coursing through your veins, you may have to leave your home, dad may never talk to you ever again.

                                            >It could only have been through sheer exhaustion that you fell asleep and woke up the next morning.

                                            >You went through your normal routine, trying your best to convince yourself that everything is still normal.

                                            >After your very thorough shower, you timidly walk into the kitchen.

                                            >Your bottoms and dad’s jacket still remained littered on the couch.

                                            >Dad is sitting at the table, in front of him are two mugs.

                                            >“Scootaloo.” the way he said your name had you fighting to keep from tearing up right then, “Sit down. We need to talk.”

                                            >His eyes follow you as you walk over to the seat across from him.

                                            >They look away once you wince upon taking your seat.

                                            >He remains silent for a time and so do you.

                                            >You look down into the mug.

                                            >A dark creamy liquid swirls lazily inside.

                                            >You take a sip and find it delicious, he made it just the way you like.

                                            >It’s warmth flows through you, giving you a small comfort.

                                            >Dad clears his throat, getting your attention, “Scootaloo, what you did leading up to last night was… I don’t know. I don’t even know what words are the most fitting, manipulative, and- and… perverse.”

                                            >Your head lowers and you can feel the sobs welling up in your chest.

                                            >He sighs angrily, “God, and what I did last night was even worse!”

                                            “I-I’m s-sorry dad” you whimper.

                                            >He doesn’t respond for a while, just stirs the mug in front of him.

                                            >”If anyone found out what we had done…”

                                            “I kn-know. I’m sorry…”

                                            >You can’t stop yourself from sniffling.

                                            >”What- what brought you to do this? Did one of your boyfriends pressure you into this or something? Scootaloo I just don’t understand-“

                                            “NO! I didn’t get- Nobody made me do this. I…”

                                            >”Well nobody just jumps straight in to something like this Scootaloo.”

                                            “I-I did…” you mumble.

                                            >”What was that?”

                                            “I said I did. Dad… I-“ you mumble back between light chokes.

                                            >”Scootaloo, no matter what I love you. I will always love you, but sweetie you have got to be straight with me here because I just don’t understand.”

                                            >You slam your hands down on the kitchen table, through blurry eyes you can see dad jump in his seat.

                                            “I love you too okay! I-I love how close I am to you n-now… I love how much time we spend together… I h-hated Lightning Dust and I’m glad that she’s gone, but I was sad to see you so lonely and I was always here for you but you didn’t seem to notice so I- I had to make you notice and- and- and-“

                                            >Your body is trembling and you can’t get another word out at this point.

                                            >You feel a gentle warmth on your back.

                                            >Dad’s soothing voice is right on your ear, “Shh shh, okay baby, okay… It’s okay…”

                                            >You turn and bury your face into his chest.

                                            >Your hands reach out for whatever part of him you can grab and you squeeze him tightly.

                                            >He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in even closer.

                                            >You sob against your dad for so long that you actually cry yourself dry.

                                            >All throughout he supports you and keeps telling you that it’s okay.

                                            >Once you have calmed down enough he slowly releases you and kneels down beside you.

                                            >”Scootaloo…” he wipes your face free of tears and keeps his palm against your damp cheek, “I love you kiddo, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me okay?”

                                            >You stare back at him, unable to respond.

                                            >”Okay?” he repeats, asking more assertively.

                                            >You can feel your head nod in response.

                                            >”Scooty I am so sorry that I ever made you think otherwise. That you thought you had to do… all that… just to get this statement from me.”

                                            >His eyes are puffy and red with tears, you can see his bottom lip quiver as he formulates his next sentence, “I think I’m starting to understand why you got to this point. I don’t know how I feel about it yet, but I’m starting to understand you at least.”

                                            >You nod again.

                                            >He caresses your cheek with his thumb and sighs, “And If I figure out how I feel about this, regardless of what I decide, this stays between us y’hear? You’re an adult now, but that doesn’t make this okay, right?”

                                            “Yes daddy.”

                                            >He smiles at you for the first time in what feels like too long, “That’s my Scooty.”

                                            >You pull on his arm and he immediately lens forward for another hug.

                                            “I think I’m late for school” you mumble into his neck.

                                            >”I’ll write you a note to take with you tomorrow” he responds while gently rubbing your back.

                                            >You can feel yourself smiling for the first time in what feels like too long as well.

                                            >He starts to lean back but you hold firmly to him.

                                            “Daddy?”

                                            >He’s silent for longer than he should be to respond to that, “Yes?”

                                            >You can’t help yourself, the question was burning in your mind the moment you two separated.

                                            “Was I… good?”

                                            >He sighs and remains silent for a while.

                                            >His hand stops rubbing your back.

                                            >Your heart feels like it’s beating erratically in anticipation of his response.

                                            >”Scootaloo…”

                                            >Your heart begins to sink.

                                            >”Yes, you were good. Very good.”

                                            >Only to be washed over with a strange mix of pride and relief.

                                            >”Now, since you have the day off from school. We have groceries to get yeah?”

                                            >You hum in agreement and break the hug.