“I just want to get revenge, Dad,” Kirsty repeated with a determined look, “He did the unforgivable, and it hurt me deeply. I tried to move on, and I truly did, but he’s still here in this town, flaunting his new fling. I… I can’t.” Her voice cracked slightly as her eyes glistened.
“But baby, don’t stoop to his level; you deserve better. Look for someone who treats you like a queen,” I said, trying to appeal to her better judgment. I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Her muscles tensed beneath my touch as she took a deep, steadying breath.
“If I let you, this is going to sound bad. Don’t hate me; if I pull up my skirt and take off my panties, will you take pictures so I can show him what he’s missing,” I can’t believe she just said that.
My mind raced as I tried to process her words. I knew I couldn’t condone such behaviour, but I also knew that I couldn’t turn my back on her. I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.
“Kirsty, I love you, and I want what’s best for you. But I can’t let you do something like this. It’s not the answer, and it won’t make you feel better. It will only cause more pain and heartache in the long run.” I said, trying to be as gentle as possible.
“Please, just two pictures, here’s my phone,” she said as she put her hand up her skirt and pulled off her panties. She lifted her skirt and lay down on her bed.
I stared at my sweet daughter, Kirsty, who was now exposed in front of me in a way I never thought I’d see. I took her phone in my trembling hands and tried to think of what to do. I knew in my heart that I should stop her, but part of me couldn’t help but feel a twist of excitement in my lower belly.
To my surprise, I felt myself growing hard as I watched her spread her legs wider, revealing her glistening pussy to me. I could see her outer labia, already damp with her arousal, and I longed to touch her, to feel her silky softness beneath my fingers.
Instead, I took a deep breath and snapped two photos, trying to focus only on her face, avoiding the explicitness of the rest of her body.
“Oh, I have a better idea, but you probably won’t. But how about if he thinks I have someone else?” I looked at her, puzzled.
“What do you mean, Kirsty,” I didn’t like where this was going.
“Well…. this is embarrassing to ask. But, can you get your… your thing out and just hold it over my pussy and take a pov shot of it. He will think I am with someone,” she said, biting her lip.
“Oh, Kirsty, I can’t do that. It’s not right, and it’s not fair to either of us. You deserve better than to resort to such tactics,” I tried to reason with her. My heart ached for my little girl, who was clearly in pain and searching for a way to heal. But I knew that this was not the answer.
“Please, Dad, just one picture. It will make him jealous, and he’ll regret what he did to me,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and earnest. I could see the desperation in her face, and I felt a deep sense of protectiveness towards her.
I sighed as I pulled my zipper down, “I can’t believe you’re getting me to do this.” I pulled out my cock, which was limp. I got on the bed and hovered it just above her mound.
I took a deep breath and positioned myself above Kirsty’s naked pussy. I snapped a quick photo, which showed the tip of my cock hovering just over her glistening outer labia.
“What if he doesn’t believe me? I have one final idea: what if you just put the tip inside me,” I was gobsmacked, “Sorry, Dad, but I have to make him think I am having sex with a guy. Last photo, honest, please.”
I hesitated, staring at the phone in my hand, then back at my sweet daughter, who was lying before me, completely vulnerable and exposed.
“Alright, just this once. But remember, this is not the way to get revenge, and it’s not going to make you feel better,” I said as I positioned myself over Kirsty’s pussy. My cock wasn’t hard nor soft any more; it was in between, even to penetrate her with the head of my penis only.
I pressed the tip of my cock against her wet outer labia, feeling her heat and wetness on the sensitive head.
“Just a bit deeper, uh… yes, now take the picture,” she said as she gasped, I tried not to think much of it, but my cock started to get hard as it stayed nested in her pussy.
I took a couple of pictures. ” Wow, Dad, you feel good. It’s wrong, I know. Leave it in for a bit.”
I hesitated, unsure of what to do next. I knew that I had crossed a line that I could never come back from, but I couldn’t deny the feeling of her warm, wet pussy around my cock. I looked down at her; her eyes closed, and her lips parted in a soft moan.
“This has made me horny, I… I don’t mind if you want to give me a few thrusts. Don’t you miss sex, Dad,” she said as she looked down between her legs.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was inside my own daughter’s pussy, taking lewd photos and feeling her warmth surrounding me. I knew that I should stop, that this was wrong on many levels, but part of me couldn’t resist the temptation.
I gripped her hips and slowly started sliding it in and out, watching the expression on her face.
“Daddy, it feels so good; I’ve missed cock,” Kirsty said in a breathy whisper, looking up at me. I could see the lust in her eyes as they glazed over every time I thrust into her pussy. Not going to lay her pussy felt really good.
As I began to slide in and out of my daughter, I couldn’t deny the feeling of her tight, wet warmth surrounding my cock. My heart pounded, and my breaths came in short, shallow gasps. Kirsty’s face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed over with pleasure. I could tell she was enjoying it, but I couldn’t shake the guilt that washed over me.
What was meant to be a few thrusts turned into me full-on fucking her on her bed. The bed springs started to go crazy.
I gripped her hips tighter and began to thrust harder and faster, feeling her wetness coat my cock with each stroke. Kirsty’s moans grew louder, and her body writhed beneath me.
“Daddy, don’t stop, please don’t stop. Uhh, Dad… it… it feels good, harder,” she cried out, her nails digging into my forearms.
My hips take on a mind of their own. I was fucking my daughter, Kirsty, and I knew there was no turning back. I could feel her hot, wet pussy gripping me, pulling me deeper into her. Her moans became louder, her hips thrusting back to meet mine.
“I won’t… I won’t stop, baby,” I said as I picked up the pace, plunging my cock deep inside her with each powerful thrust.
“G-good… ohh…. Mmmmmm, Dad, oh, harder,” she wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my back.
“Yes, Daddy, yes. Oh god, Faster, harder. Fuck me, Daddy, just like that, please don’t cum yet. Do you… want… Uhhh, to do me, doggy.” she panted, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
Without a word, I pulled out of her and turned her over onto her hands and knees. I admired the sight of her plump, round ass in the air, her pussy glistening with her arousal. I positioned myself behind her and slid the tip of my cock along her slit, teasing her.
“Daddy, please, I need it,” she whimpered, pushing her hips back to meet my cock.
With a groan, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in her hot, wet pussy. She cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around me. I began to pound into her, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.
“Yes, Daddy, yes. Just like that. Oh, harder. Faster,” she begged, her voice growing more frantic with each stroke.
I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I took her roughly from behind. She moaned and gasped with each thrust, her breasts swaying with each impact.
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight against my body. I knew I was close, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.
“Daddy, I’m going to cum. Oh god, don’t stop. Yes, harder. Faster,” she cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure.
With a final, powerful thrust, I felt her pussy clench around me, her muscles contracting as she came squirting all over my dick.
I continued to slam into her hard, taking her breath away as my ass rattled off my hips as I pounded her. And then I grunted, “UNGH…. Fuck,” my breath hitched as I came deep inside my daughter’s pussy, unloading every ounce of built-up frustration into her. Her walls grasped and milked every drop from me, shaking and trembling with one orgasm after another; I kept plunging and ploughing into her deep and hard until I was empty.
As Kirsty lay there, panting and gasping for breath, I pulled out of her, my cock still coated with her juices. I collapsed onto the bed beside her, feeling a mixture of guilt, relief, and satisfaction wash over me. I looked at my daughter; her face flushed and eyes glazed over with pleasure. I knew what we had just done was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t deny the connection and intimacy between us.
“I’m sorry, Kirsty. I shouldn’t have done that. I never thought I would be in a situation like this with you,” I said, my voice heavy with guilt.
“Don’t be, Dad. I wanted it just as much as you did. It felt good to let go and forget about everything for a while,” she said, turning to face me, a small smile on her lips.