The sun beat down on the camping ground, the trees offering only meagre shelter from the oppressive heat. I shifted in my seat, my sundress riding up my thighs as I straddled my dad’s lap. I couldn’t believe he had dragged me out here on my 18th birthday.
“You know when I was your age…” my dad started, his voice trailing off. He looked lost in thought, his brow furrowed. I studied his face, noticing for the first time the lines around his eyes, and the silver at his temples. He was still so handsome, but there was a weariness about him, a sadness I’d never seen before.
I rolled my eyes. Here we go again, I thought. Some long, rambling story about how much better things were back in his day. I tuned him out, focusing instead on the way his muscles flexed as he reached for his beer. For an old guy, my dad was still in pretty good shape.
But as the day wore on, it became clear this was no ordinary trip down memory lane. My dad seemed…different. Vulnerable in a way I had never seen before. He started talking about my mom, about how their sex life had dried up, how she barely looked at him anymore. I felt uncomfortable. Oh my god, is he seriously talking about this? With me?
But I couldn’t seem to stop him. The words kept pouring out like he’d been holding them back for years. He told me about the nights he lay awake, listening to her breathe, wishing he could just reach out and touch her. About how he’d play with himself in the shower, imagining it was her hand wrapped around his cock.
I squirmed in my seat, my thighs clenching together. I didn’t know how to process this, how to comfort him. He was my dad, for christ’s sake. I wasn’t supposed to know about this side of him, the lonely, horny man behind the stern father figure.
“I just feel so…alone sometimes. Like she doesn’t even want me anymore,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. My heart ached for him. I reached out, placing a hand on his arm.
“It’ll be okay, Dad. You’re still hot. Plenty of women would kill to have you,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. I immediately regretted my words. What was I thinking, complimenting my dad like that? His eyes met mine, a strange look passing between us. He cleared his throat.
“I don’t think I should be telling you these things, Ella. You’re still my little girl, you know?” He said it like it was a question like he wasn’t so sure anymore. I felt a flush creep up my neck, my nipples hardening beneath my thin sundress. Oh god, what was happening?
We sat in awkward silence for a long moment before I spoke up, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad. I’m a woman now.” My heart was pounding as I said it as if I was sealing my fate. My dad’s eyes raked over my body, taking in my short dress, and my long legs. I saw his gaze linger on my breasts, on the way my nipples pressed against the fabric. A bolt of lust shot through me. Holy shit, was I actually turned on right now? By my own father?
“Fuck Ella,” he breathed, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “I shouldn’t…we shouldn’t…” But we both knew it was too late. The tension between us was palpable, a living thing. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip and I found myself parting them, letting him slip inside. He groaned at the feel of my hot mouth.
I reached for him, my hand trailing up his thigh. Oh my god, he was so big. Bigger than any of the boys I’d been with. I squeezed him through his jeans and he bucked into my hand.
“Baby girl, we can’t,” he panted, even as he pushed his cock against my palm. I could feel the heat of him, the hard thick length of him. I was so wet already, my pussy throbbing with need.
“Please, Daddy,” I breathed. “I need it. I need you.” I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life. I didn’t care that it was wrong, that he was my father. I needed to feel him inside me, stretching me open.
He made a strangled sound, his hand fisting in my hair. “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he growled, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, grinding my soaked panties against his straining erection. He felt so good, so hard and heavy between my legs. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
“Daddy, I’m so wet for you,” I moaned, reaching under my dress to pull off my saturated panties. I brought them to his face, letting him inhale my scent. “Do you want to taste your baby girl’s sweet pussy?”
He groaned, his cock twitching against me. “Oh fuck yes. I want to eat that pretty little cunt until you’re screaming for me.” I gasped at his filthy words, my whole body flushing with heat. I’d never heard him talk like this before. It was so dirty, so wrong. But god, it made me so fucking wet.
Was it really happening? Was I really about to let my own father eat me out? I’d never been so turned on in my life. I stood up on shaky legs, peeling off my sundress and exposing my full breasts, my pink nipples already peaked with arousal. I’d never felt so sexy, so powerful. My daddy wanted me. Me.
I knelt between his legs, reaching for his zipper. “I want to suck your big cock, Daddy. I want to taste you.” I’d never been so bold, but something about him brought it out in me. I needed to taste him, to see if he was as big as he felt.
He protested weakly, his eyes glued to my tits. But his protests died on his lips as I freed his massive erection. It sprang out, long and thick and drooling with precum. I couldn’t believe how big he was. I’d never seen a cock this size in real life. But I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to make Daddy feel good.
I licked a long stripe up his shaft, savouring the salty taste of his skin. He hissed through his teeth, his hands flying to my hair. I took him deep, moaning at the feel of him hitting the back of my throat. He was so thick, stretching my lips obscenely.
“Oh fuck baby, just like that,” he grunted, his hips rocking up to meet my mouth. “Such a good girl, sucking your daddy’s cock.” I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat but I didn’t let up. I wanted to make him lose control, to forget about everything but the feel of my hot little mouth on his dick.
I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling around the thick head. I could taste his precum, and feel him twitching against my tongue. He was close. I needed to make him cum.
With a muffled moan, I took him as deep as I could, swallowing around him. That was all it took. With a shout, he erupted down my throat, flooding my mouth with his hot, salty seed. I swallowed it all, not wanting to waste a single drop of my daddy’s cum.
When he was finally spent, I pulled off with a wet pop, licking my lips. I looked up at him from under my lashes, my mouth still shiny with spit and cum. “Fuck, baby girl. That was incredible,” he panted, his eyes glazed with lust. But then he seemed to come back to himself. “Ella, we can’t…this is wrong. You’re my daughter.”
I stood up, taking his still-hard cock in hand. “Does this feel wrong to you, Daddy?” I purred, stroking him slowly. “Because it feels so right to me.” I waited until he was hard again and climbed into his lap, rubbing my dripping slit along his shaft. He groaned, his hands flying to my hips. “God baby, you’re so wet. So fucking tight.”
I sank down on him with a low moan, my walls stretching deliciously around his thick cock. “Oh Daddy, you’re so big,” I whimpered, starting to ride him. He thrust up into me, his hands gripping my ass. “Fuck, you feel incredible. I’m going to ruin this tight little cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy!” I cried, grinding down on him. “Ruin your baby girl’s hungry little pussy. Make it yours.” He fucked me hard and deep, grunting with the effort. I could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Fuck Ella, I’m going to cum,” he warned his voice tight with strain. “Cum in me, Daddy,” I begged, my walls fluttering around him. “Fill up your little girl’s pussy. I want to feel your hot cum inside me.”
With a shout, he slammed into me one last time, spilling deep into my cunt. I came with him, my pussy clamping down around him as I milked him dry. I felt thick ropes of cum shooting up inside my dirty pussy.
We collapsed together, panting and covered in sweat. For a long moment, we just clung to each other, not sure what to say. Finally, I spoke up, my voice small. “I love you, Daddy.”
He tightened his arms around me, pressing a kiss to my hair. “I love you too, baby girl. More than anything. God, I shouldn’t have fucked you.” But even as he said it, he was hardening inside me again, ready for another round. I knew this was wrong, knew I should put a stop to it. But I was addicted now, addicted to the feel of my daddy’s cock inside me.
And as he started to move again, I knew I’d never be satisfied with any other man. My daddy was the only one for me, the only one who could give me what I needed. And I was going to make sure he knew it, every single day.