I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the chipped edge of the old oak surface. My coffee was forgotten, and it was growing cold. The soft hum of the refrigerator buzzed in the background, a subtle reminder of the quietness that hung between us. The sun was dipping low, casting a warm, golden hue through the window, and the smell of baked chicken still lingered in the air from dinner.
Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the click of her heels on the hardwood floor. I looked up, and there she was – Zoe, standing in the doorway, dressed in something that made my heart stop. A short, tight dress that hugged her in ways that no father ever wants to see on his daughter. My eyes widened, and I felt a flush of heat rise up my neck, an uncomfortable mix of shock and anger tightening my chest.
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that, young lady?” The words shot out before I thought, my voice sharper than I intended. I barely recognised her – not my little girl in the blue dress with white flowers, but someone else entirely.
Zoe rolled her eyes, her expression caught between defiance and embarrassment. “I’m going to a party, Dad,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She folded her arms, her gaze challenging me, daring me to object. “What’s the big deal?”
I pushed back my chair, the legs scraping against the floor with a harsh, grating sound that echoed in the quiet room. I stood up slowly, trying to gather my thoughts to rein in the surge of emotions that threatened to spill over. “The big deal,” I began, each word deliberate, “is that you’re not going anywhere dressed like that. Not tonight, not any night.”
She huffed, a frustrated sound almost a growl, and leaned against the doorframe, her body language screaming irritation. “Dad, I’m 18. I’m an adult. I can wear what I want and go where I want.”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. The room felt smaller, more suffocating as if the walls were closing in around us. “You’re my daughter,” I said, my voice low, controlled, but with an edge she couldn’t miss. “And while you’re living under my roof, you’ll respect the rules of this house.”
Her eyes flashed angrily and hurt, her lips pulling into a thin line. “This isn’t fair,” she shot back, her voice rising. “You’re always treating me like a child. I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad!”
My heart clenched at her words, at the truth they held and the pain they inflicted. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, which scared me the most. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the tension coiled tight in my shoulders. “Zoe, it’s not just about the clothes,” I said, trying to make her understand. “It’s about where you’re going, who you’ll be with… and the choices you’ve been making lately.”
She stared at me, her arms still crossed, the defiance in her eyes softening just a fraction. “I’m not doing anything wrong,” she murmured, the fight in her voice faltering. “I just want to have fun, to be with my friends.”
I sighed, the weight of fatherhood pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, like the heavy scent of rain before a storm. “It’s not about fun, Zoe,” I said, my tone softening despite the frustration gnawing at me. “It’s about responsibility. About showing me that I can trust you to make the right decisions.”
She let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening as she blinked back tears she didn’t want me to see. “I’ve been trying, Dad,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I know I’ve messed up, but I’ve been trying to make things right.”
Her words hit me hard, like a punch to the gut. I wanted to believe and trust her, but the fear of what might happen if I let my guard down kept me rooted. I looked at her, really looked at her, and I saw the vulnerability hidden beneath the bravado. She was standing on the brink of adulthood, and I was terrified of losing her to the world.
“I know you have, sweetheart,” I said, stepping closer, my hands finding her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles. “But tonight… tonight’s not the night.”
She stared at me, her face crumpling as the reality of my words sank in. “So, that’s it?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, quivering with hurt.
“That’s it,” I confirmed, my heart breaking slightly with the words. “Not tonight, Zoe.”
She nodded, biting her lip hard, as always, when trying not to cry. Without another word, she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing softly down the hallway. I stood there, rooted to the spot, feeling the ache in my chest grow stronger as I heard the soft click of her bedroom door closing.
Moments later, she came back down, this time dressed slutty, a mini skirt and a sexy corset top. Her cleavage is straining to break free from the tight constraints of the fabric, her long, toned legs showcased by the ridiculously short hemline. Seeing her like this was almost too much for me to bear, but I held my ground despite the heat surging through my veins and the tightness of my jeans becoming almost painful.
“Are you kidding me?” I said, my voice laced with disbelief. “You want to go out like this? I forbid it, Zoe!”
“You’re not going,” I shouted.
She walked over to where I was sitting, and she got on her knees in front of me, knowing I could see down at her cleavage.
She put her hands in a prayer position, “Please, Dad, please… I… I will do anything to go, and I mean anything.”
“Anything?” I repeated my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you suggesting, Zoe?”
“Come on, Dad, I know your not stupid,” she folded her arms, causing her tits to push up.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and the room suddenly spun as her words hung heavy between us. I could barely meet her gaze, all thoughts of being a decent, protective father vanishing faster than smoke in the wind.
No man could resist the girl shaking before him on her knees, begging you to forgive her sins— Zoe knew this only too well. She said I could have anything as temptation glistened on her lips, mirrored in her fuck-me eyes. Yet that one word echoed endlessly in my aroused mind, memory furiously conjuring vivid images of her putting filthy actions behind desperate solicitations. Anything.
“I am desperate, Dad. The party isn’t until tonight. We can spend the day together in my room,” she said, her face red with embarrassment.
“Zoe,” I began, my voice low and hoarse. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I am your dad.”
She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, her lips parted slightly. “Please, Dad,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Just let me go to the party.”
I could feel myself weakening, the boundaries I had set for myself slipping away. The sight of her, so desperate and vulnerable, was too much for me to resist. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to gather my thoughts.
“Please… please let me prove to you that I’m responsible,” she murmured, her voice husky and raw with emotion. Her hands reached out, resting gently on my thighs, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. I could feel myself slipping, my resolve weakening with each gentle touch.
My eyes met hers, and I saw her gaze’s sincerity and desperation for me to understand. “Zoe, I can’t just let you do whatever you want,” I said, my voice shaky, betraying the storm of emotions.
“I know,” she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. “But I need you to trust me, Dad. I need you to know I’m no longer a little girl. Here I will prove I am grown up.”
She stayed on the floor and reached for my zipper and pulled it down, “Jeez, what the…. umm… oh fuck.” She was that fast. She already had it in her hand and stroked it.
I couldn’t help but let out a sharp breath as she took hold of my cock, the warmth of her hand encircling me, bringing every nerve ending to attention. My mind reeled with confusion and desire, a struggle between the father and the man. I knew it was wrong, but God helped me, and it felt too good to stop. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, my hands finding the table’s edges, my knuckles white from the pressure.
“Zoe,” I moaned, her name barely above a whisper as she continued her torturous tease. “This… we shouldn’t…” The words were weak; mere murmurs lost in the erotic haze.
“But I need you to know,” she said, her voice strained with pleasure, her hand still stroking my cock. “How responsible I am… that I’m a grown woman.”
With a final desperate look, Zoe opened her mouth, taking my cock inside, her soft, wet lips enveloping me as she hollowed her cheeks, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Oh, God,” I muttered.
Her head began to move, her tongue swirling around my length, adding a new dimension of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. She moaned around me, the sound reverberating through her mouth, fueling my desire even higher. Each stroke of her tongue felt like a lightning bolt through my veins, rendering me powerless to stop her.
My fingers tightened around her hair as I fought the urge to let go as her head bobbed up and down my cock.
She pulled off my cock and looked at me as she jerked me still, “I have no knickers on under my skirt. Am I a bad girl, Daddy?”
“No, baby,” I choked out, my voice barely audible. “You’re not a bad girl, just… daring.”
“Do you want me to be a bad girl,” she said as she jerked my cock and kissed the tip.
“Fuck, Zoe,” I groan, my hands finding her hair as I guide her movements. “You’re driving me crazy.”
She moans around me, her tongue swirling around my length as she takes me deeper into her mouth. The sensation is indescribable, a perfect mix of warmth and wetness that sends shivers down my spine.
“You like it, Daddy?” she asks, her voice muffled by my cock. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with desire, and I can’t help but nod.
“Yes,” I admit, my voice hoarse with lust. “I fucking love it.”
She pulled my cock out her mouth again, “want me to ride it with my naughty pussy.”
“No, Zoe,” I said, my voice strained as I tried to resist the temptation. “That’s not a good idea.”
She stood up and lifted her skirt, “look, clean shaved just for you.”
“Zoe,” I groaned, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “You know this isn’t right.”
“Well, stop me,” she said as she turned around and backed up to me as she reached for my cock and put it against her pussy. She lowered down until her pussy lips were at the base of my cock.
She began to rock her hips back and forth, her movements slow and deliberate as she adjusted to the intrusion. I watched, transfixed, as she began to ride me, the sight of her bare pussy taking my breath away.
“Does this feel right, Dad?” she asked, her voice strained with pleasure as she increased her pace, riding me reverse cowgirl.
I could only moan in response, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure overtook me. My hands found her hips, holding her steady as she moved, guiding her rhythm as she rode me.
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. “Oh, God, yes, your tight little pussy.” I got so caught up in the moment I took another. Standing up, still inside her, holding her his and making her rest her hands on the chair as I took her from behind.
As I take her from behind, I can’t help but be amazed at the sensation of her tight, wet pussy gripping me with every thrust. She feels incredible, and my hips move in a primal rhythm, driven by raw, animalistic desire. I can feel my release building, the familiar sensation of impending climax coiling tight in my balls.
I reach around, finding her breasts, I stretch her corset so her tits spill out, and I grip them tightly, eliciting a sharp moan from her lips as my fingers dig into the soft flesh. I knead her breasts, pinching her nipples hard, and she cries out, her movements becoming more frantic, desperate for release.
“Yes, Dad, fuck me hard, mmmm take my pussy,” she pants, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Yes, just like that. I’m going to cum.”
I can feel her inner muscles clenching and fluttering around me, and I know she’s close. Her body trembles, every muscle tensing as the first waves of her climax wash over her. Her pussy tightens, gripping me in a vice-like hold that sends me over the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust, I empty myself deep inside her, filling her pussy with my release as I collapse against her back, spent and panting. Her pussy milks every drop from me, each squeeze of her inner muscles drawing a shudder of pleasure from my spent body.
We stay there, connected, for what feels like an eternity. I can feel the beating of her heart, feel the rise and fall of her chest as she gasps for breath. My mind swirls with many emotions – desire, guilt, fear, and something else I can’t quite name.
I carefully pull out of her, and she turns around to face me with a tender smile. “Thank you, Dad,” she whispers, her voice soft and genuine. I love you.”
“I love you too, Zoe,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “But please, just be careful.”
“I will, Daddy,” she promises, kissing my lips softly. “I’ll always be careful. Also, to prove my thanks, I will come straight to your bedroom when I get in and have round 2.”
“I don’t know, sweetie, about round 2,” I said as I put my cock away.
Zoe looked up at me with a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with a playful challenge. “Please, Dad,” she purred, her voice husky and seductive. “You know you want to. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me.”
“Zoe,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
“Then let it burn, Dad, right? I better go put some knickers on,” she said, making her way to the stairs.
It was 2:05 a.m., and she texted me, “O-on my way home, Daddy, I-I had a bit to d-drink. I hope you’re not tired.”
I got up and went to my bedroom, still feeling the aftershocks of our encounter. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, my legs feeling weak and shaky. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process the events that had just transpired.
I got naked and climbed into bed, waiting for her to come in. I knew I should feel guilty, ashamed even, for what had happened between us. But as I lay there in the darkness, all I could think about was the way her body had felt against mine, the way she had moaned and cried out with pleasure.
A few minutes later, I heard the soft click of her heels on the hardwood floor and her locking the front door. I heard her go to her room, “just getting into my nightie.”
Five minutes later, she appeared in my bedroom doorway. She was dressed in a short, silky nightie that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. Her hair was tousled, and her lips were swollen from our earlier encounter. She looked breathtaking, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.
“Hey, Dad,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I was just waiting for you,” I said, my voice low and husky.
She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She climbed onto the bed, crawling over to me on all fours, her eyes fixed on mine as she moved. I couldn’t help but watch her, mesmerized by her movements, the way her body moved with a grace and elegance that took my breath away.
She climbed into my bed, “Oh, you’re naked. Mmm, naughty daddy.”
Her head disappeared under the covers, but making sure she got in a 69 position.
She takes my cock into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around me with an expert touch. Her pussy was in my face, warm and wet, the scent of her arousal making my head spin. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my release building again, my balls tightening with each stroke of her tongue.
As she sucked me off, I reached down, finding her slick folds, feeling the heat of her pussy. I circled her clit with my thumb, eliciting a sharp moan from her lips. I increased the pressure, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles as she continued to suck me off.
I then kissed her clit and started to tongue her pussy; I lapped at her pussy, teasing her entrance with my tongue before plunging it inside her. She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as I explored her depths.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth as she continued to bob her head up and down my cock. The sensation was indescribable, a perfect storm of pleasure that threatened to consume me. I could feel my climax building again, my balls drawing up tight as the familiar waves of pleasure washed over me.
“Oh, Dad, that feels so good,” she moaned, her voice strained with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, Dad,” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. “I’m going to cum over your face.” She then put my cock back in her mouth and started to suck hard.
As I licked her pussy, I could feel her body tense up. Her moans grew louder and more desperate as she approached the brink of climax. Her hands found my hair, pulling me closer as she ground herself against my face, desperately seeking release.
“Oh, God,” she gasped around my cock, her voice hoarse with lust. “I’m so close… oh… yes!”
Her body went rigid, her muscles locked as the first waves of pleasure washed over her, causing her to buckle and shake uncontrollably. Her pussy flooded with warmth and wetness as she squirted over my face. She had to pull her mouth off my cock to catch her breath as it was an intense orgasm.
As soon as she got her breath back, she went back to giving me head, and this time she went full-on sucking.
“Oh, Zoe,” I groaned, my hands finding her hair as I guided her movements, our rhythm in perfect sync. “I’m close… I’m going to cum.”
She sucked hard and fast and used her hand at the same time. I couldn’t hold back any longer, the waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave as I shot hot spunk to the back of her throat in thick robes.
She swallowed every drop, her throat working to accept the flood of my release.
We lay there, connected, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of our encounter. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, her breath warm. I didn’t know what the future held, but at that moment, I only knew one thing – the love I felt for her, my daughter, had never been stronger.
As we lay there, our bodies entangled in a tangle of limbs and sheets, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Guilt for what had happened between us, desire for the girl in my arms, fear for the consequences of our actions, and something else I couldn’t quite name.
She looked up at me with a tender smile, her eyes shining with love, and I knew I couldn’t deny her, not after what we had shared. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and genuine.