Be Naughty With Me

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Ella’s mom was spending Christmas in Vallarta with her boyfriend, so Ella spent her first college Christmas with her dad.

They’d been eyeing each other for days, testing boundaries, pushing them, letting them get pushed. First a hug that lingered a little too long. Then snuggling on the couch during a movie. Innocent, harmless. The stroke of a rogue hand over a breast, a spank, and of course the lingering stares.

Mark’s divorce from Ella’s mom was still recent, just after Ella’s 19th birthday a few months ago, and they’d fucked once more for old times’ sake on Halloween night, but now Stayce had a new boyfriend, a young boyfriend, and Mark had been fucking his own hand ever since.

It was only natural that when Ella came home looking like a Norwegian supermodel, Mark’s sex starved organ responded. The logical part of his brain reminded him she was his daughter for Chrissakes, but his dick said, enjoy the fuck outta that ripe little cunt before she becomes her mother.

He opted for a middle route–he’d subtly make his overtures, and if she responded positively, oh god, would they fuck. Over the past few days, she’d given him some very positive unspoken feedback, the latest of which had just happened that night on the couch.

Family tradition was to open pajamas on Christmas Eve and watch a movie together. She’d bought him a standard set of flannel bottoms and a thermal tee. Mark had taken a risk and bought her a nearly sheer babydoll camisole, closer to lingerie than pajamas. The sort of thing he would’ve bought his wife years ago, when she was as pert and pretty as their daughter. His worry that she might think it was weird disappeared when she came through the doorway in that pretty black camisole, inadvertently flashing a peek of her matching lace underwear as she flopped down beside him on the couch.

Mark wordlessly gave her the remote and let her choose the movie, too distracted by the plump breasts threatening to free themselves from the camisole. He hadn’t meant to buy a size too small–well, maybe he had.

Halfway through the movie–Mark didn’t even remember its name, only that Megan Fox wore a bikini in it–Ella’s head dropped into his lap, rubbing against him. Mm, if she kept doing that, she’d soon feel the hard evidence of her dad’s appreciation.

He ran a hand up her arm, letting his fingertips graze the curve of her breast on the way back down. Ella didn’t react, but her hand skimmed lightly up the inside of his thigh and brushed against the growing bulge in his pants. They exchanged one of those long, simmering looks before Mark threw it all on the line and slowly pushed the front of his pajama bottoms down. Ella sat up, eyes traveling between his face and the half erect monster that he slowly worked out of his boxers.

Without a word, she took his shaft in her hand. His cock sprang up as Ella curiously rubbed it up and mudurnu escort down a few times. Then she bent. Her breath was soft and warm, his cock throbbed at even the thought of his daughter putting her lips on–

There. A kiss. Her soft pink lips on his pulsing red tip. Then she sat up, pulled his bottoms up, and watched the rest of the movie like nothing had happened. And Mark, afraid of scaring her off, wasn’t going to mention anything.

But God how hard he would cum once he was alone in bed, imagining her riding his fat, stiff cock. Was she still a virgin? Would he be the first man to pierce his daughter’s little pussy?

He ached to find out.

…

Ella could hardly sleep. She’d seen her dad naked once or twice before when she’d accidentally walked in on him showering. She’d covered up her embarrassment by shouting at him to lock the door. Later though, she’d thought about what she’d seen hanging heavy between his legs, and maybe even imagined what it would feel like inside her. That’s what her professor had said cocks were for during their unit on sexual reproduction. Penetration of any attractive and available hole.

She had three.

And she’d just kissed her daddy’s cock.

Ella slipped her hands between her legs and began to tickle herself.

“Mm,” she sighed, imagining her daddy’s fingers on her pussy, in her pussy. His lips on hers, tongue probing curiously. She pulled her panties off and rubbed herself harder, faster, pumping two fingers in and out of her swollen pussy as she furiously teased her clit. Just as she finished, she let out a tight moan. “Daddy!”

She immediately went cold, realizing she’d been louder than she thought.

Footsteps approached quickly. She drew her blanket up just as her father entered.

“What is it, baby girl?”

Ella pushed her hair out of her flushed face. “I just…had a nightmare, that’s all.”

“Oh baby, are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m better now.” Ella eyed he father’s boxers curiously. They were bulging, and she thought she saw a damp spot on them. He must be incredibly aroused. She wondered if it has anything to do with the kiss on the couch.

Mark noticed her stare and checked his watch. “Looks like it’s Christmas,” he said with a smile. “How about a kiss?”

Usually, it was just a peck on the cheek, but this time, their lips slowly neared and neither stopped, not even when Ella scraped her teeth over Mark’s lower lip, or when his tongue darted after hers. The kiss only deepened, until Mark’s conscience stopped him.

“We’re not really doing this, right, baby girl?”

“Why not?” she teased with a little lick along his lips.

“It’s wrong.”

“Doesn’t that make you want it more?” She rubbed her hand over his pulsing bulge. “Be naughty with me, daddy.”

He groaned and kissed her again, hard and forceful. muğla escort “All right, baby girl. Come to daddy.” His hand slipped beneath the covers and found her pussy. “God, you’re already so fucking wet.”

“I was pretending you were fucking me, daddy.”

“Ohh, baby girl,” he groaned. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.” He threw her covers aside. “Daddy’s gonna rut you real good tonight.”

“Mmm, yes daddy,” she moaned, pert little nipples poking through her sheer babydoll as she arched her back.

“Have you done this before?” he asked, kissing her nipples, sucking them through the thin fabric of her “pajamas.”

Ella looked at him. “You’re my first.”

Dear god, Mark nearly lost it. His sweet, sexy daughter lay half naked beneath him, ready for him to make her a woman, ready to take her first cock into her tight virgin pussy.

His was a fat one.

“You ever touch a cock?” he asked her.

“Only twice,” she admitted. “Last night on the couch.”

“And?”

“When Bobby Newsom drove me home for summer break.”

“God dammit I knew that little rat was–“

“Come on, dad,” Ella laughed. “Are you really going to lecture right now?”

She had a point.

“Here.” He took her by the hand and guided it into his boxers. “That’s it,” he sighed as she started to stroke. “What do you think of your old man’s cock?”

“It’s big. Wow, I didn’t realize it could get so hard.”

“Keep touching it like that and see how hard it gets.”

“Can I give it another kiss?”

“Absolutely, baby girl.” He slipped out of his boxers and settled on his back. “Put those pretty lips on your daddy’s cock.”

She bent and kissed him like before, but instead of pulling away, this time she opened those lips and flicked her tongue quickly up the cleft on the underside of his throbbing red tip.

“Ohhh god, Ella,” he gasped.

“Keep going?”

“Yes. Don’t you stop, baby girl. Show me how much you want my cock.”

She wrapped her lips around him and started to suck, driving Mark wild. That was his daughter, her mouth, her tongue doing things to him that her mother would never have done.

One of her slender fingers found his asshole and pushed against it.

“Whoa!” He jumped, surprised she’d do that, surprised he’d liked it, nervous about what that meant. “You didn’t learn that from Bobby, did you?”

She popped off his dick long enough to ask, “Too much?”

“No, baby girl. Just warn me next time.”

“I’m gonna do it again.”

“All right.” He lay back and sank into the feeling of her mouth on his throbbing cock and her finger on his puckered little hole.

“Ok, ok,” he stopped her suddenly as he neared the point of no return. “Let’s get you ready, cause I’m about to put this monster inside your pretty little pussy.”

He rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs.

“Yes,” muratpaşa escort she breathed as her father pushed her legs wide open and got his first good look of her sweet virgin pussy: red, spread, and already swollen for him.

He sat back on his heels for a moment. “Wow, baby girl.”

“You like it?”

Mark dove between her legs and gave her warm, wet folds a series of kisses. Then tongue. Then, as her moans began to climb, hips rocking, he slipped a finger inside and pumped gently at first, growing rougher as she let out a long, keening cry.

“Ohh, daddy?”

He sat up abruptly and opened her legs further. “I’m right here, baby girl.”

She felt his thick, hard meat slap her pussy and slide up and down her aching cleft. Occasionally, the tip of his cock would kiss her clit, and she’d moan and push against his touch.

“Mmm, do you think you’re ready for me, baby?”

“Yeah,” she gasped.

“Good.” He rubbed himself up her cleft one last time before he shifted and slowly pushed against her tight, slick opening.

“Ohhh!” Her voice rose in pitch until he was buried hilt deep inside his daughter’s sexy little pussy. She let out a little squeal when he pulled out and thrust again, faster this time.

“Ooo, daddy careful, that hurt a little.”

He slipped inside again, gentler, slower, and as deep as he could go.

“Oof, daddy–“

“Shh…let daddy do this. You feel so good. Hold still for daddy…”

His words dissolved into groans as he started to rut her harder and faster.

“Ohhh, daddy please…mmm, don’t stop.”

She threw her arms around his neck and held on as her father fucked her.

“We’re really putting your pussy to the test, aren’t we, baby girl? You’re doing so well. Can you tell how good you make daddy’s cock feel?”

“Mm, yes daddy,” she whined with pleasure as his fat, stiff cock drilled her soft, tight tunnel.

“That’s my naughty girl,” he purred. “Take your daddy. Take the cock that made you.”

She squeezed herself around him. He almost lost it.

“Ohhh baby girl, please tell me you’re close.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

He drove into her, the loud slap of their naked bodies punctuating their melody of moans.

“I’m there, daddy!”

“That’s it, cum for daddy, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

“Yes! Ooo, yes!”

He felt her come apart, felt her spasms clench him tightly. Oh god, just a little longer. As the spasms faded, he asked, “All right, baby girl, where should I cum? Where do you want me?”

“On my titties, but only if you lick them clean.”

Mark smiled and pulled out, rubbing himself furiously until long, thick strands of cum squirted from his throbbing balls and onto his daughter’s breasts. She arched upward to catch everything he had.

Mark collapsed, still stroking his dick slowly and gently as he came down.

“Wow. Ella, you were incredible.” He kissed her and asked, “How do you feel now that you’re not a virgin anymore?”

“I want to do it again.”

“Oh, baby.” He smiled and began to lick the pearly strings he’d left on the soft curves of her breasts. “We can do it as many times as you want.”