Stacia's Little Pleasure
By Sellestia

	When Stacia was but a foal she loved having her head in my lap, with her nose resting near my crotch. If I tried to move her she'd start to cry until I put her back down. At the time I didn't think anything of it. Just a young girl enjoying some rest with her head in her daddy's lap. With in a few years she had more or less grown out of it, but never completely stopped resting her head in my lap all be it facing the other direction most of the time.

	The times she would be facing me though was when she was drifting off to sleep. Her nose resting just again my stomach just above my crotch. On more than a few occassions I even fell asleep with her head resting there. There was a couple of times I awoke to the pressure of her nose against my crotch, but again I never really thought much of it. I would just get up, gently scooping her up and carying her off to her bed.

	By the time she was twelve she rarely, if ever laid in such a position. She would get up an head to bed before she'd roll over and face me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss when she'd fall asleep with her head in my lap facing me, but she was growing up and I had to let it happen. Something else started to happen though at around that age too that I wouldn't learn about for another couple of years.

	Should probably mention some about myself though before I continue. The name is Roger, and I'm a 34 year old clydesdale that stands at nine foot to nine-three depending on if I have my work shoes on or not. I'm covered in dark brown fur, with white around my hands, feet and legs. Thick black hair covers my head, and runs down to between my shoulder blades, with matching hair running the length of my tail. My precious daughter is similar in color, but has more white on her arms and the front of her face. She has long black hair which hangs down to the middle of her back, covering her mane for the most part. At the time everything happened she was 15, standing at just over six foot tall with a well developed D-cup breasts and slender athletic curves in all the right places.

	It was a few days after she had turned 15, I had gone down into the laundry room to check the switches after the power to part of the house went out. While I was there I noticed something, the underwear I had thrown in the hamper hours before after my shower was gone. I spent much of that night trying to figure out where they had gone before giving up around midnight having decided I'll find it in the morning.

	When I got up the next morning I went to go check the hamper once again thinking maybe I missed them. Sure enough I found them under the pants I had them in when I put them in the hamper. I was left confused, wondering why I had missed them the first time, and the four other times I checked last night. They were there though, so I didn't dwell on it to much.

	A few days later a bit of curiosity hit me. Not sure why the thought crossed my mind, but I was once again thinking about those vanishing boxers. For what ever reason I was compelled to go look in the hamper, and once again my underwear was missing. I was sure I had put them in there, I even remembered seeing them earlier when I had. Yet they were gone. Craziest thing was that they were there again the next morning.

	Now I had to test this, just to be sure I wasn't going mad. After my shower I took my dirty clothes to the washer/dryer room, and tossed them in the hamper. I made sure they were there, even commenting to myself as if to certify that my underwear was indeed where they were suppose to be. A few hours later I came back, and sure enough they were once again gone.

	Now it's only been Stacia and myself since she was born. Her mother wanted nothing to do with us, and the only reason she went through with the accidental pregnancy was because I begged, and paid her a lot of money with the promise that I wouldn't come after her for child support or anything. So with it being only us two, either she was sneaking my underwear away or we had a crazy person sneaking into the house to steal and put back my boxers.

	I wasn't sure how to approach her about the subject. I know she would deny having ever done it, and probably even get really defensive about it. After some thought I decided to just let her do her own thing. I mean, it wasn't hurting anyone if she was sneaking off with my underwear to do who knows what with them.

	It was about two weeks after I figured out what was going on that I stumbled onto something. One night I decided to check in on her, and as I opened the door I couldn't help but smile. The dim light from the hallway lit up the bed just enough for me to see her sleeping piecefully. I was just about to shut the door when I noticed she had one of her hands cluching something. Unable to resist my curiosity, I crept into the room to get a better look. There in her hand was the boxers I had worn that day. She was holding it against her nose as she slept.

	I silently, and quietly slipped out of the room. The sight of her nuzzling my dirty boxers while she slept was the only thing on my mind. I sat on my bed, contemplating what this new bit of information met. The thought of her sniffing my underwear caused a pulse to rush through my groin. That thought soon lead to other, more lude thoughts and curiosities. It didn't take long before I was wondering if she masturbated while inhaling my musky scent.

	The thought soon had me visualizing her beautiful form laying naked on her bed. A hand down between her legs while the other held my underwear against her nose. Her body moving with waves of pleasure, and soft moans escaping into the thin fabric pressed against her lips. Needless to say, I couldn't help but to rub one out that night with that very image in my mind.

	The new thoughts I had about my own daughter plagued my mind. Usually I would refrain from masturbating to about once a week. Now though, a week later I was doing it nearly every night before my shower. Since I was taking a shower right after, I didn't ever attempt to clean myself up before heading off to shower. I'd finish, then pull my boxers up and head into my bathroom. It never occured to me that now she was getting to smell my cum along with my musk.

	It was a few days before summer break, and I decided to check in on her once again. I hadn't bothered to look to see if my boxers were vanishing anymore, sure that they still were. When I checked in on her I felt my cock twitch from the site. Soundly sleeping in the bed, my underwear clutched in her hand and against her face. I moved closer, wanting to see if I could tell if she was just holding it, or if she actually had it pressed against her nose. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that she wasn't just holding it against her nose, but she also had some of it in her mouth as if she had been sucking on it. That's when it hit me, that my cum was being left on the boxers each time after I finished before my shower.

	I couldn't help myself, I needed to figure out a way to catch her. I didn't want to just barge into her room, it would only serve to piss her off and I'd get no where. While I thought of a plan, I changed my routine. Now I was masturbating at the end of my shower, and cleaning my cock with my boxers so she'd have some fresh-er cum to enjoy. The thought of her sucking my cum off my underwear was easily one of the hottest things I had ever fantasized, and I felt terrible that it was from my own daughter.

	About a week into summer vacation, the chance to catch her presented itself. I finally caught her going from the laundry room toward her bedroom. It was obvious she was trying to hide something as she smiled at me, and told me good night. It wasn't one of those sweet innocent smiles either, but more of the smile your child gives you when they are doing something wrong and don't want to get caught.

"Stacia, hold up" I said, causing her to stop in her tracks.
"Yes daddy?" she asked sweetly, and as innocently as she could with her hands behind her back.
I smiled a little, and gave a nod of my head "What ya got behind your back hun?". The question visibly shook her, and I could tell she was getting ready to go into panic mode that she was about to be caught.
"N-nothing.." she stammered as she glanced away. Her left ear twitching as it usually did when she lied.
"Don't lie to me, what do you have?" I demanded in a fatherly tone. She knew there was no getting out of it, that she couldn't get away. I had caught her red handed, and she had no out.

	She lowered her head and pulled her hands from behind her back with one clutching my wadded up underwear. "I-I'm sorry daddy" she whimpered softly as she held out her hand with my underwear. "Now what were you planning on doing with those?" I asked, yet another question that caught her off guard. I was calm, with a soft smile as I looked up at her. She stammered, unable to come up with a story that would make sense let alone be believable.

	Before she could say anything I decided to answer for her "You were going to take them to your room and sniff them weren't you?". She paused and stared at me for a moment before giving a small defeated like nod. I knew she was going to do more, I had left a sizeable amount of cum on them. I wasn't going to mention that though, I had to be careful how the direction of our conversation went.

	She stood silent for a moment, and I could tell she was on the verge of tearing up. I lifted a hand and waved it passively as I smiled lovingly at her "Go on.. I don't mind if you like my scent. It's rather flattering really". A look of shock filled her face, and the about to cry look all but vanished. A little smile crept across her face, and it's not surprising seeing as I basically just gave her permission to keep doing what she had been enjoying.

	As she started to leave the room I asked a sudden question. I don't know why, but it was just something that came out. "Do you enjoy the stronger scent I've been leaving?". The question made her stop, and a moment of silence passed between us before she let out a soft "yes" before rushing to her room. That one word instantly had my heart racing, and my cock growing.

	After that night I decided I should leave more of a treat for her. Instead of wiping the cum from my cock with my boxers, I would just cum right on them. I started to leave them out where she could find them easily. I was amazed that each morning I'd find them in the hamper pretty much clean of my cum.

	It was about this time that I decided to join in on this little game. We basically began to share each other's underwear in secret. The first night I smelt her panties was amazing. I was instantly hooked on her scent. Maybe she thought I had been doing the same, or she quickly figured it out because after about three days I started finding her panties with a soaked crotch.

	God, I'd suckle on those panties all night. Her scent, her taste, it was incredible and made me want her more and more. I was well past being able to salvage any idea of being a normal father at that time. I now looked at my daughter not just as my daughter, but a young woman that I needed to have.

	This went on for a little while, and a few days before school started back up was when things escalated even further. I had just sat down on the couch after dropping my cum soaked boxers ontop of the dryer for her. Instead of going to the laundry room, she came to me. I could tell that something was up, that she was nervous.

"Daddy... I.... I..." she stammered. The look on her face was adorable, so cute, and... I could swear lustful?
"Yes sweety? What's up?" I asked casually, genuinely curious about what was on her mind.
She clenched her fists, closed her eyes and tense up before blurting it out "I want to do more than just smell your boxers!".

	The confession caught me off guard, and I was at a loss for words this time. I stared at her as she turned her gaze away from me. The thought of what she meant made my cock stir, and dirty thoughts fill my mind. Trying to act as calm as I could I asked "Like what?" was all I could get out. Seeing me being calmed seemed to help her relax, and softly she answered "T-tomorrow night... before you take a shower I.... I want to ummm.. to rest my head in your lap like I use too". I gave her a smile, and nodded my head "Sure, I've missed that hun" I admitted.

	The next night was a night that changed both of our lives. I entered the living room in just my boxers and plopped myself down onto the couch. Stacia was soon joining me, laying down and resting her head in my lap. Her nose once again pressed against my stomach, just above my crotch just like she use to years before. I smiled down at her, and gently ran my large hand over her head, softly petting her.

	The attention helped her to relax, and she soon closer her eyes as she once again enjoyed my scent. Knowing what she was doing quickly caused my cock to react. She'd have to be an idiot to not have noticed the growing muscle pressing against her cheek more and more. I didn't want to acknowledge it, worried that if I did it would all stop. That worry vanished though when I felt her nuzzling, pressing her nose into my crotch and against my growing length. A soft gasp slipping my lips as I looked down to see a set of beautiful green eyes looking up at me.

	I was at a loss for words, seeing her nose pressing and grinding against my hardening length and the happy look she had. I could only watch while my heart raced when her hands moved to grip at my thighs and push them open. Her nose moving down, and soon pressed heavily against my balls. I could feel the heat with every exhale, and the cooling each time she took in a breath and my scent with it.

	I eventually relaxed, enjoying the attention she was giving me. Laying my head back, I closed my eyes and let out a soft sound of pleasure. She spent some time nuzzling over my balls and cock before I felt her hands move once again. My head shot up, and I looked down at her about to say something as her fingers began to pull my boxers down. The sweet smile, and those beautiful eyes were easily enough to keep any protests from escaping.

	Within moments my hard length came out into the open, and for the first time it was her turn to let out a soft gasp. "Wow... it's bigger than I expected" she said softly before smiling and looking up at me once again "But, I love it" she added before placing a gentle kiss against the large ring that circled the middle of my cock.

	She soon followed the kiss with another, and another. All the while working to pull my underwear down till eventually I was lifting my hips and she was pulling them down past my knees. Her lips never left my cock, and before long her tongue was making long strides over every thick inch she could. It didn't take long before thick pre began to ooze down from the flared tip only to be licked up by the loving wet muscle.

	I was being brought to heaven with every lick, and kiss she gave to my cock. Her movement next to me barely registered as I laid my head back and once again relaxed. It was when I felt my boxers finally get pushed down to my feet, and her body slip between my knees that the change in her position had actually happened. Soon after that I felt the loving attention moving down my length and onto the large sack that rested on the cushion under me.

	No clue how long she worshipped my cock and balls, and really I don't care because ever second was great. When I felt her hands finally take hold of my cock, I looked down at her and saw she was moving up. I guess I had a confused look on my face because she just smirked "Don't worry daddy, I'm sure you'll enjoy this too" she said before placing her lips against the head of my cock.

	As she suckled the pre from the hole at the end of my shaft I couldn't help but think 'oh god, is.. is she going too?". I soon got my answer when her mouth opened, and those soft wonderful lips pushed down around my throbbing length. The warmth, and wetness combined with her sucking and licking tongue quickly had my head falling back once more as a deep moan slipped free.

	"S-sweety... if you keep this up, you're going to make me cum" I panted out after she had made a few bobs with her head. I looked down at her and saw a lustful smirk being given in response. The hands wrapped around my lower cock tightened, and moved faster as she doubled her efforts. I didn't need to be told to know what she was after, and really I wasn't surprised in the least. After all, she had been sucking my underwear clean of cum a week or so now.

	Gently I placed a hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair and began to pull her head down as I thrusted my hips up. She quickly relaxed, allowing me to fuck her face and seemed to be enjoying the treatment. Even when she gagged, she made no attempt at stopping me. It made me wonder how far I could force her down before she'd start to resist.

	That would have to be tested another time though as I felt the impending release build more and more. With a loud yell of pleasure I pulled her head down as thick cream rushed up my length, and gushed into her mouth. It took all that I had to let go of her head, figuring she'd want to pull off with not being use to this and all. She did her best to gulp down as much as she could, but soon had to pull off and let the rest of my load shoot out onto her pretty face.

	I was left panting in orgasmic bliss when I felt her nosing at the cum covered head of my cock. "God... you smell and taste... so good daddy" I heard her say through heavy breaths. I looked down at her and smiled, loving the sight of my own daughter's face covered in my seed. The sight brought a new thought to mind, and instantly it was something I wanted more than anything. I wanted to see her belly grow, to put a foal in her and make her my mare, an idea that I was sure I would be persuing rather soon.

	I smiled at my daughter, and gently brushed my fingers through her hair "Come on hun.. I want to return the favor. This time though, lets go to my bedroom". The two of us stood, and she soon let out a giggle as I scooped her up into my arms. She smiled, and shared our first non-father/daughter kiss as I caried her up to my bedroom.

To Be Continued