My daughter bribing me to go to a party with her body I gave in

My daughter, Emily, has always been a handful. Ever since her mother passed away, it’s been just the two of us. Lately, though, things have gotten more challenging. Emily hit those rebellious teenage years hard. She’s got long black hair that she dyes every other month, is 18 years old, has a pierced nose, and has a gothic look that’s hard to miss. She wears all-black clothes, heavy makeup, and chunky boots. Some days, I barely recognize my little girl.

Today, she came storming down the stairs, her eyes lit up with excitement. “Dad, there’s a party tonight. Can I go?”

I sighed, putting down the newspaper. “Emily, we’ve talked about this. You’ve been skipping chores, not doing homework, and breaking curfew. You can’t go to a party until you show me you can be responsible. Also, what the hell are you wearing.”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Clothes,” she said sarcastically. It’s not fair! Everyone else is going. It’s just one night. I promise I’ll do all my chores tomorrow.”

She had a very short black skirt on with a tight black crop top, which made her cleavage pop out.

I raised an eyebrow, looking Emily up and down. “That’s not appropriate clothing for a party, young lady. And I’m not sure I believe you’ll do your chores tomorrow. Actions speak louder than words, Emily.”

She rolled her eyes, “Daaaad, come on. It’s just a party. I’ll be careful. Please?”

I shook my head. “Promises don’t mean much if you keep breaking them.”

She narrowed her eyes, trying a different tactic. “What if I clean the whole house right now? Top to bottom. And I’ll even make dinner.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nice try, Em. But it doesn’t work like that. It would be best if you showed me you can be trusted over time. One night of cleaning doesn’t make up for weeks of rebellion.”

Emily’s face fell. “Dad, please. I really want to go. I’ll even stay out of trouble, I swear.”

I stood firm. “No, Emily. I love you too much to let you keep getting away with this behaviour. You need to earn back my trust.”

She stomped her foot, clearly frustrated. “This is so unfair!” With that, she turned and ran back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Moments later, she returned downstairs, still wearing the very revealing clothing.

Emily stormed back down the stairs, her eyes blazing with determination. She had a defiant look on her face as she approached you.

“You know, Dad, I will do anything to go to the party, anything,” what did she mean?

I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her boldness. “What are you suggesting, Emily?”

“Come on, Dad, you’re a man; I think you know what. Like I said, I will do anything I am desperate.”

I didn’t know how to respond, but my body began to react to her provocative words and how she dressed. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as I tried to maintain my composure.

“Emily, that’s not appropriate. We can’t solve problems like this,” I managed to say, trying to hide the growing desire I felt.

But Emily didn’t back down. She stepped closer to me, her eyes locked onto mine. “Please, Dad. Let me go to the party,” she said while her hand rubbed my crotch.

Please, Dad. I’ll make it worth your while,” she whispered, her hand now gripping my cock through my pants.

I couldn’t help but groan at her touch. My mind was racing, torn between my responsibilities as a father and my growing desire for my daughter.

“Emily, stop. This doesn’t seem right,” I said, pushing her away.

But Emily didn’t budge. She continued to rub my cock, her other hand now reaching up to caress my chest.

“Well, you want me to stop, but you’re getting hard; I ain’t a little girl any more, Dad.” Emily’s words and actions were like a siren’s call, tempting me to give in to my desires. I could feel myself weakening, my resolve crumbling under her seductive touch.

She dropped to her knees, “Well, stop me,” she then looked up at me, bit her lip, and softly said, “Daddy.”

She tugged on my zipper and put her hand inside my pants and boxers, “Em, stop it; I am your dad.”

As Emily wraps her hand around my rigid cock, I groan, feeling the surge of pleasure coursing through me. My mind is foggy, torn between desire and duty. I should stop her, but my body has other ideas. My heart races as Emily skillfully strokes me up and down, causing the familiar sensation to build rapidly.

Emily’s eyes flash mischievously. She leans in and playfully licks the precum glistening at the tip of my swollen head. A primal hunger takes over. I can’t stop myself from threading my fingers through her long raven hair, tugging gently as she begins taking me into her wet mouth. Her lips close tightly around me, warm, soft, and eager. I’m losing control, my thoughts consumed by raw, carnal instinct.

“Ah fuck, sweetie, you shouldn’t be sucking my…” The slurping noises cut me off as her head bobbed faster up and down. Her mouth pulled off my cock with a suction pop noise as she looked up at me, “I meant ill do anything, Dad. I… I will even let you fuck me over the kitchen counter after.”

“Ughh, mmmm, that… feels; I am your dad; I can’t have sex with you,” I said as she pulled me out of her mouth again.

“Are you sure about that? I mean, a guy can’t resist free pussy.” She lifted her short skirt as she faced the counter and rested one knee on it. She reached into her black panties and pulled them sideways.

She looked over her shoulder, “Come on, Dad, I know you want it,” I stared at her exposed pussy, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t deny my intense desire. My cock twitched as it still was out of my pants, with her saliva coating it.

“Emily, this isn’t right. We can’t do this,” I said, but my voice was weak, unconvincing.

She looked at me over her shoulder again, rolling her eyes. “Daddy, it’s just a pussy, it’s just sex,” the way she was speaking, she was so out of character.

“Honest, it’s okay; I am giving you consent; nobody has to know,” she said. I found myself walking up to her as I was right behind her. I held her leg down to the kitchen counter as I got my cock in my other hand, “I can’t believe I am doing this shit.”

I guided my throbbing cock to her tight pussy entrance. I hesitated, savouring the feeling of her warmth against me. Emily looked back at me, her eyes filled with lust and need.

“Daddy, please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn’t resist her any longer. I pushed into her, feeling her tight, wet heat swallow me whole. Emily cried out, her body tensing as I filled her. I held still, savouring the feeling of her wrapped around me.

“Daddy, oh god,” Emily moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “It feels so good.”

I began to thrust into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of us. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop either. Emily met each thrust with her own, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Oh, Daddy, yes. Fuck me harder,” she begged, her words driving me wild. I gripped her hips, pulling her back onto me with each thrust.

The sound of my balls slapping against her filled the kitchen, and the room smelt of sex.

“Ugh, ah… fuck me, Daddy, fuck yes, yes, you like my pussy,” she asked me as I drove in deeper. I continued to thrust into Emily, my mind a blur of pleasure and guilt. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t stop.

As I was fucking her, she pulled off her crop top; she didn’t have a bra on underneath. My hands moved up to cup her bare breasts, feeling the nipples harden under my touch. I pounded her hard; she now had both legs on the floor and raised her ass a little so I could go deeper.

Every thrust, her ass cheeks slapped against my abdomen. Emily’s moans grew louder as I fucked her harder.

I pulled out and picked her up, took her into the living room, and lay her on the couch; I put my head between her legs.

I spread her legs apart and dove into her sweet, wet pussy. Her moans grew even louder as my tongue flicked over her sensitive clit. I sucked and teased her, enjoying every moment of our forbidden encounter. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight warmth squeeze around me.

“Oh, Daddy, yes. Right there,” Emily cried out, her hands gripping my hair as I devoured her. I added a second finger, pumping them in and out in time with my tongue. She was soaking wet, her juices coating my face and fingers.

I munched away at her shaven pussy, sucking on her labia; she moaned and moaned, “Oh fuck, put your dick back in.” She demanded.

I slowly pushed myself into her, feeling her slick, tight walls welcome me back inside. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of being engulfed by her warm, wet heat. We moved together in perfect rhythm, our bodies a harmonious dance of passion.

I started driving into her with powerful strokes, my cock hammering into her needy pussy. As her perky tits shook as I pounded into her.

Emily’s moans filled the room as I thrust into her with wild abandon. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper with each stroke. I could feel myself nearing the edge, my body tensing as the familiar sensation built within me.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum,” Emily gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. I felt her walls tighten around me, her pussy clenching and releasing in rhythm with her moans.

I pushed her knees to her tits and held very tightly on the back of her thighs as I pressed her down into the couch. I went full-on hammering mode as I pounded her. I pounded her poor pussy more than I have ever fucked a woman.

Her pussy exploded as her juices gushed out, as she squirted a very intense orgasm as she struggled to catch her breath. I continued to plow her pussy full-on.

Just as I was about to cum, Emily’s moans suddenly cut off, her whole body stiffened, and her pussy clamped down on me like a vice. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned, my body tensing as the familiar sensation built within me. I thrust into her one last time, feeling my orgasm wash over me like a wave.

With a final grunt, I quickly pulled out in time and stroked my cock over her hard. I groaned, “Unngh,” as I spurted ropes of hot cum all over Emily’s stomach and breasts. She lay there, panting and spent, her body glistening with sweat and my seed. I looked down at her, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction. I had just crossed a line I never thought I would, but I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure we had both experienced.

“Daddy, that was… amazing,” Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and gratitude. “So about that party, Dad,” she said, grinning.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of pleasure and guilt. “Emily, we can’t do that again. That was wrong, and we need to forget it ever happened.”

Emily pouted, but she nodded. “Okay, Dad. I understand. But can I still go to the party?”

“Yes, I suppose so, but starting tomorrow’s chores, In the meantime, clean yourself up,” I said while putting my cock away.

She looked excited as she stood from the couch, “Yes, Daddy, I will shower and get ready; thank you, thank you.” She kissed my cheek, and as she was about to go upstairs, she turned to me, “Oh and Dad, wow, your cock is the biggest I have had.”

Later that night, at midnight, I picked her up from the party. She was drunk, and as we got back home, she went to bed peacefully.

The following day, Emily acted as if nothing had happened. She made breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and did her chores without complaint. I watched her from a distance, feeling a strange mix of pride and sadness.

As Emily went about her day, I couldn’t shake the memory of our illicit encounter. I tried to push it aside, focusing on being a good father and setting a positive example for her. But every time I looked at her, I couldn’t help but remember the feeling of her tight, wet heat around me or the way she moaned my name as I brought her to climax.

Days turned into weeks, and Emily continued to be a responsible and respectful daughter. We fell into a routine, with Emily handling her chores and schoolwork without issue. I tried to put our encounter behind me, but the memory lingered, a constant reminder of my crossed line.