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David was at the bar when I arrived. My daughter’s latest boyfriend. She has always liked older men and been impressed by wealth and success; and he had plenty of both. He was into her pants almost as soon I had introduced her to him.

I told her at the time he was an old friend, but that was a lie. I had met him on the net in an adult chat site, talked to him about her and confessed that I had always wanted to shag her. When he assured me that he had both the looks and the money to seduce her and could in a very short time, give her an appetite for promiscuous sex, I agreed without hesitation. The deal was that if he succeeded, he would set her up for me. No drugs, no blackmail, just a beautiful young daughter who wanted and needed sex as often as possible. The rest would be up to me – although he did suggest that he might have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Just the thought of somebody my own age shagging my little girl and turning her into some sort of slut, turned me on more than anything else I had ever known; and I fantasised about her progress endlessly, masturbating more than I had for years over that first few weeks. All I could think of every single day was my Sarah taking her pants off for him; and I would visualise his cock sliding into her tight slit in my minds eye and my own flesh and blood moaning with pleasure as he fucked her. It almost drove me crazy. So much so, that at the end of that first week, I began meeting him regularly for updates. My ultimate fantasy had become that of my own daughter giving herself willingly to her father for loving, passionate sex.

Within a week of him fucking her, she had ditched her former boyfriend and was seeing him regularly; and within another two weeks he was boasting of having blindfolded her and tied her up for the first time; while he pretended to be some guy she didn’t know, fucking her. He said she had gone wild sexually; and that it had seemed to turn her on more than anything else they had done together. I could see where he was going with her and begged him to let me be the first when she eventually agreed to do it for real, but he just smiled and told me to leave it to him, that it was all part of her “training”.

‘Where is she?’ I asked as we shook hands. ‘I thought she was with you tonight.’

He grinned. ‘She wanted to see you and it had to be in private, she said. She’s in our room waiting for you.’

‘She knew I was coming?’

‘Yes.’

I could hardly contain my excitement. ‘Why? What did you tell her?’

‘I told her the truth more or less. I said that we had a few drinks over the weekend, got pissed and you asked me about our relationship. I confessed that in my cups, I told you I was shagging the arse off her.’

I realised my mouth was dry and I was hanging on every word he said. ‘What did she say?’

‘She was bloody mortified – and madder than a mangy lioness with cubs.’

‘And?’

‘That was when I told her that you’d said you had always wanted to shag her.’

‘Shit!’ I exclaimed.

‘Well, after she had come down from the roof, she made me repeat exactly what you’d said to me, chapter and verse. I told her I’d ended up telling you about our kinky sex games together and that was when she went absolutely apeshit and threatened to finish with me.’

‘But she didn’t?’

‘Did she fuck! She was grilling me so bad about what I’d said and what you’d said, I just cracked and told her I’d spilled the beans.’

I groaned. ‘Oh, Christ! That’s fucking finished me.’

‘I had to tell her, mate. Otherwise she might have walked out on me.’

‘So what exactly did you say?’

‘I said I told you I was thinking of getting her to do it for real one night, while she was blindfolded and that you’d begged me to let you come in and be the first to do her like that.’

‘Oh, Christ, Dave!’ I croaked.

‘I had no choice by then. You know what she’s like when she gets uptight. I told her what you’d said, more or less. That it was the only chance you were ever going to get of having your cock inside her.’

‘Thanks!’

‘It’s not all bad. We ended up fucking our brains out and I swear to God she was hotter than I’d ever known her – she went wild for it. It was while I was actually shagging her it struck me that it was almost as if it was you she was shagging and not me. I didn’t tell her what I thought, but afterwards I was able to talk to her a bit more sensibly; and I pointed out to her that it was you that wanted to fuck her not the other way round. I said that any feelings of guilt on her part were just stupid. She didn’t rise to the bait though, so I couldn’t say if I was right or wrong about her bloody performance, but that was what it seemed like to me. Then when she told me she had to talk to you in private when you came tonight, I thought it was a funny thing to want to do.’

‘Does she know we’ve talked about it – in confidence like this, I mean?’

‘Shit! No! That would get her going again. She was always worried that you wouldn’t approve of her going out with me – now she knows you know what we get up to, it’s even worse. I suppose that’s why she wants to see you without me there.’

‘Well that’s one thing, at least. At least it gives me a bit of an edge.’

‘That’s right. I promised on my life not to say anything. So she thinks you don’t know that she knows, if you get what I mean.’

‘What the fuck do you think she thinks we’re going to talk about in a hotel bedroom, for Christ’s sake?’

‘Christ! I don’t know. Maybe she wants to fuck you!’

‘Yeah! And pigs might fly!’

‘She’s a fucking randy bitch, I can tell you that!’ Then he added quickly, ‘Sorry! I keep forgetting you’re her dad. I assured her that what I had told her was true – that we really did have the conversation and that you really have always wanted to fuck her, but told her I refused – that I could never have done anything like that to her.’

‘She’ll just love me now!’ I said.

‘I also suggested that as she seemed to have enjoyed the fantasy so much, she should do it for real.’
‘Christ!’ I held my breath as I asked him: ‘And?’

‘In the end, she agreed that instead of coming down to the bar to join us for drinks, which is what we had planned to do, that she wanted to see you in private in our room first, to talk to you.’
I was almost frantic to try to get a handle on how I should play things with her when I got to the room.

‘About what, for Christ’s sake?’

‘I’ve no idea. Your guess is as good as mine. All I can tell you is that she’s dressed up like a dog’s dinner. She’s had a bath, she took half an hour choosing what to wear – she’s wearing fuck all underneath her dress, by the way. And . . . she took another half an hour doing her hair and fixing her make-up.’ He grinned. ‘She looks like every man’s fuck dream right now. In fact, if I didn’t know she was your daughter, I would say she had every intention of getting herself fucked.’

‘Christ, Dave! ‘You don’t think she’ll actually fuck, do you?’

‘Your guess is as good as mine. She’s ready for it, I would say.’ He laughed. ‘Sometimes it just happens that way and sometimes it doesn’t. The middle class convent girls are usually the quickest to turn into sluts – they’re the ones who don’t know what they’ve been missing and when they find out, they go bananas for it. Before you know it, they’re like putty in your hands. It’s their way of rebelling, I guess. If she hasn’t cracked already, she will if I keep working on her. Anyway, she’s waiting for you. You’d better get up there.’ He grinned again. ‘Sorry about the pun!’

‘Christ!’ My mouth went dry at the thought.

‘She’ll be waiting for you by now, mate. She was just putting the finishing touches to herself when I came down. Room 216.’

I turned to go.

‘Before you dash off to fill your little girl full of your sperm . . .’ I turned. ‘. . . don’t forget, she’s supposed to be mine.’

‘Don’t worry!’ I assured him. ‘I’m not about to rape my own daughter.’

‘You might,’ he said. ‘She’s wearing stockings and suspenders. Whether they’re for you or not, I don’t know.’

Oh, God! I thought to myself as I headed for the lift.

Why should she get ready and dress like a tart unless she wanted me to see her like that?

I had a raging hard on even before the lift doors opened.

PART 2

The room door was ajar slightly when I got there and all I had to do was to push it open and close it silently behind me. Sarah stood waiting for me, looking nervous and biting her lip.

My daughter is five feet seven inches tall and in high heels, slightly taller than I am. Built like a Page 3 girl, she has 36” tits, but they’re very fulsome – a ‘D’ cup I think. She also has a well-defined waist, childbearing hips, a lovely round arse like J Lo and voluptuous thighs. In a short skirt, she looks like sex on legs and has done ever since she turned sixteen.

When I saw her, I swear I nearly came in my pants. Her red skirt flared from the waist and was very, very short showing the maximum possible of her beautiful, rounded thighs. I thought immediately of what Dave had said about her wearing stockings and a garter belt and realised that her suspenders had to be very short and her stockings pulled right up to cover their tops. She was wearing stilettos and a lovely white, cotton crop-top showing her tummy, so taut that her nipples were plainly visible, straining against the soft material. Whatever else she was wearing underneath her top clothes, she obviously didn’t have a bra on. I had never seen my daughter dressed so provocatively.

‘Hello, Daddy,’ was all she said.

I swallowed once. ‘Hi, Baby.’ Then I smiled and held my arms out to her. She came to me and we hugged.

‘You look fantastic, Sarah,’ I whispered.

She stood with my arms around her and looked full into my eyes. ‘Oh, Daddy . . .’ she whispered. Then she promptly burst into tears.

I hugged her to me and held her tight against me. She must have felt my erection pressing against her tummy as she clung onto me. ‘Please . . . don’t cry, baby,’ I whispered. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’

‘I didn’t want to look like a tart,’ she sobbed.

She calmed down a little after the first flood of tears. I took out a handkerchief and gently dabbed at her eyes. ‘You don’t look like a tart,’ I soothed. ‘But you do look incredibly beautiful and very, very sexy.’

‘David told me to dress sexy,’ she snuffled.

‘Do you always do what he tells you?’ I asked her gently.

‘Mostly.’

‘You wanted to see me?’ I said. I had absolutely no idea how to play it with her and could only wait to see how she approached things and what she wanted to talk to me about. I fervently hoped it was about sex.

She nodded. ‘Daddy . . . I don’t want Mummy to know, you know . . .’

I played dumb. ‘You don’t want her to know what, darling?’

‘About me and David.’

I could tell she was emotional, that was pretty obvious from the tears; and I could see from her appearance that if she was telling the truth, he had no doubt pushed her into dressing provocatively. At the same time, she was also scared and uptight and I could think of nothing more likely to bring whatever it was out into the open, so I just kissed her.

In fact, I snogged her, with no pretence of fatherly love whatsoever: full on the lips and like any lover would do. She tasted of lipstick and I almost went weak at the knees from sexual desire. I had never kissed my daughter that way before; and I could scarcely contain myself when I felt her responding as I gently eased my tongue between her lips and explored her mouth. It was as intimate a kiss as two people ever shared when they kissed for the first time.

We broke apart almost breathless and she looked at me with fear and puzzlement in her eyes.

‘Sarah,’ I said softly, ‘. . . I need to tell you . . . I don’t mind if you like sex games with him if it gives you pleasure . . .’

She started to weep again. ‘I’m scared, Daddy. I’m not really like this . . .’

‘Look, cut the tears, Sarah, there’s no need for it,’ I said, fatherly stern all of a sudden. This wasn’t going the way I had expected.

She looked at me with a tear-stained face. ‘Daddy, he wants me to go with other men.’

It was time to take the gloves off. ‘And how about when he blindfolds you and ties you up? He could hardly make you do things like that if you didn’t like it, could he?’

She shook her head.

‘So you like what he does to you?’

‘Oh, Daddy . . .’ she breathed. ‘Please don’t say anything. Please . . .’

Her breasts were was rising and falling as she struggled with the emotional turmoil generated by what we were talking about; and – although she didn’t know I knew – from the knowledge of what I had said to Dave about what I would like to do with her.

‘And if he wants you to let other men have your body while he watches,’ I continued in a thick voice, ‘then provided you want it too, that’s okay by me as well.’ My stomach was turning somersaults as I continued to hold her close and we looked into each other’s eyes. We had never been so intimate in our lives before.

The tears came again at that. ‘I don’t want Mummy to know . . .’ she whispered as she gazed into my face with tear-stained eyes.

I was almost overcome with lust. ‘I don’t have to tell her . . .’ I whispered slyly.

‘Daddy . . . he told me what you said to him.’

‘Sarah . . .’ I replied, my eyes holding hers, ‘. . . I’ve always wanted you . . . that way, I mean . . . we got a bit pissed . . . and I told him. I’m sorry.’

‘Oh, God!’

‘And the thought of you doing something like that because you want to, and because you can’t stop yourself . . . well, it turns me on. I want to . . . give you what you want, darling . . . I always have done, ever since you were a young girl.’

‘Please, Daddy . . . please don’t say that.’

This time, I kissed her as passionately and with as much feeling as I have ever kissed anyone in my whole life. I had a raging hard on and my erection was literally throbbing as her arms went round my neck, indicating some sort of surrender. Our groins were firmly in contact and my erection pressing up against the flimsy material of her skirt, so she simply had to know where this was going if she had even half a brain. It wasn’t difficult to figure therefore, as I began to explore her body with both my hands, that maybe . . . and I still had to make all the right moves . . . I just might have a small chance of fucking her.

‘You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Sarah,’ I said. ‘I can take you out of here right now, if you just say the word.’

‘I . . . I wanted to talk to you . . . I didn’t want you to think that –––’

I began playing with her nipples through the flimsy material of her see-through top.

‘Please, Daddy . . . we shouldn’t be doing this . . .’ She closed her eyes and squirmed against me as I tweaked and pulled at her nipples.

My right hand moved down and slid up her short skirt and between her thighs. She gasped as touched her vagina for the first time in both our lives; and even though it was through the flimsy material of her panties, her eyes opened wide in shock. But she couldn’t disguise the fact that they were damp with sexual arousal.

‘Your body tells me you want it, Sarah.’ I felt her again.

‘Oh, God! It’s not true . . .’

‘You don’t need him, Sarah,’ I whispered as I stroked her. ‘He doesn’t love you. To him you’re just a sex object. I know you like it but you need loving as well as fucking. Only your Daddy can give you the love you need and satisfy your body as well . . .’

Oh, God! ‘I always knew you always wanted to . . . do me . . .’ she breathed. ‘Please, please stop, Daddy! I . . . I can’t do what you want me to . . . it . . . it’s incest.’

The blood was pounding in my veins. I knew for sure now that I was in with a chance. If only I could continue to arouse her! I prayed that what Dave had said was true and that she was already well on the way towards enjoying sex for its own sake.

‘Sarah . . . I love you,’ I breathed. I didn’t know if it was the right thing to say or not, but it just came out almost of its own accord as my feelings of desire and lust for her became almost unstoppable. If she refused me now, I knew I might not be able to stop myself from raping her.

‘Oh, Daddy . . . I love you, too . . . but this is wrong . . .’ she breathed.

Her next kiss was hot with excitement. Hot and passionate, it was a lover’s kiss. It was as if the very air surrounding us was charged with electricity. She must have known that what was happening between us was unstoppable now and she was already crying at the realisation of what we were about to do as I explored her body. I felt her begin to tremble in my arms. I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs, lingering over her suspenders attached to the top of the stockings she had chosen to wear – presumably specially for me – and continuing all the way up to her slit, slipping her panties aside and pushing two fingers into her.

‘I’ve always wanted you like this,’ I whispered.

‘Daddy, please don’t . . .’ she gasped. ‘Please stop . . .’

‘I want to fuck you, Sarah.’ I whispered.

‘Oh, God! Don’t say that, Daddy. I ––’

I cut her off with another kiss as I continued to move my fingers slowly in and out of her wet opening. I stroked her hair and kissed her tears away.

‘I’m going to give you the love you need, Sarah, but I want your body.

‘Daddy . . . it’s depraved! I’m your daughter . . . we can’t do this . . .’

‘Can’t we?’ I was wanking her unashamedly now and she was beginning to respond, her hips and belly imperceptibly thrusting forward to meet my rhythm. ‘You love it though, don’t you? You prepared for it.’

‘No!’ she gasped.

I want you to be dirty for me, Sarah,’ I whispered. ‘I want to see you being fucked from behind doggy-style.’

She looked up at me desperately; and her eyes, heavy with sex, told me what I wanted to know. ‘Oh, God, no!’ she moaned. ‘You . . . you’re making me cum . . .’

She was trembling in my arms as my fingers fucked my little girl, whose pussy by now was as wet as any I’d ever felt. Her thighs clamped around my hand but that didn’t deter my fingers from working inside her hot flesh.

‘Oh, God! We shouldn’t be doing this . . . it . . . it’s wrong . . . it’s sick!’ she moaned.

‘It’s not sick, baby! We love each other . . .’

She was sobbing now, thrusting her hips more visibly back and forth as I masturbated her and stroked her soft hair. I pushed her blonde head gently back and kissed her when I felt her beginning to climax and she grabbed hold of my head and returned my kiss savagely as the waves of her very first orgasm in her daddy’s arms, overwhelmed her. She wasn’t a nymphomaniac yet, but she would be by the time I had finished with her. She cried out and began to collapse in my arms so that I needed to bring my fingers out of her in order to hold her upright. Her body shook and shuddered uncontrollably and she pressed herself against me, still moaning, my body against her swollen breasts and hard nipples.

‘Daddy . . . Daddy . . .’ she moaned, as she slowly weakened and the tears flowed freely.

My own juices desperately needed release from the burning fire in my loins but I hadn’t finished with her yet. Gently but firmly, I guided her backwards until the backs of her thighs came up against the bed and then I guided her down onto the end of it. Laid back with her legs open like that, she was easy. I pulled her panties down and moving between her thighs, forced her legs wider apart.

‘Daddy, no! Please . . . don’t,’ she wept. ‘I’m not on the pill! Not like this . . . please . . .’

I entered her with a single thrust and she cried out as I slid right up her, she was so wet for it. ‘Oohhhhhhhh . . . DADDY!’

You can usually tell how tight a woman is by looking at the shape of her hips and crotch, and that determines at least half of how good a fuck she is. And Sarah was tight. Oh, so exquisitely tight! Tight – but also well lubricated, I noted with great satisfaction. It told me how sexually aroused she had to be, no matter how much she protested.

I went in deep, slowly, but inexorably, until my balls pressed right up against her beautiful arse. ‘You’re mine now, Sarah,’ I said. ‘And you have to learn to take it anywhere and with who I tell you to.’

‘No, Daddy! No! I’m not like that . . . please . . . I don’t know what David has told you . . .’

I pulled her top right off her as she twisted and turned on the end of the bed and fondled her tits lovingly as I held her fast. Then I began to suck them as I moved slowly in and out of her, gaining in momentum until I felt her begin to respond, pushing back with her belly against my cock and moving in time with my long, smooth strokes in and out of her body.

‘Good girl,’ I whispered. ‘Good girl . . . give it to him, Sarah . . . give it to whoever’s fucking you . . .’

To this day, I’m not entirely sure what triggered the change in her but suddenly, she was humping back strongly against me and as soon as I realised that she was going for it, I let myself go. I shagged her for all I was worth and within seconds, she became a wild, wanton animal eagerly taking my tongue; pushing hers hungrily into my mouth, nipping and licking and kissing.

No sounds came from either of us except for hot grunts of wanton animalism. She found and matched my rhythm; and her belly began to thrust against my pelvis as I shagged her with deep, powerful strokes. The wild motions of her hips spoke volumes of her need for cock. She began to moan loudly as I whispered to her.

‘I’ve always wanted to shag you like this, Sarah . . . give it back to me, darling . . . come on, give it to your daddy, there’s a good little girl . . .’

‘Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!’ she panted. ‘Daddy . . . Daddy . . .’

She was thrusting back against me big-time now, moaning in ecstasy. She kissed me savagely, as if she were never going to let me go.

‘Daddy . . . I’m fertile!’

‘I don’t care, Sarah!’ I panted. ‘Whose girl are you? TELL ME!’

She went rigid and I knew she was climaxing. Animal-like sounds came from her and she began to clutch at me.

‘TELL ME, SARAH!’

‘I’m yours, Daddy!’ she moaned. ‘Oh! MY GOD!’ she screamed.

I lifted her up bodily, holding the cheeks of her beautiful arse tight up against me as she cried out. And I lost it completely. My cock was thrusting in and out of her body and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I let go and gave her jerk after jerk until I had emptied myself into her, literally filling her with hot, life-giving sperm. How she didn’t waken the whole hotel with her screams of ecstasy, I’ll never know, but I didn’t care because we climaxed together and I was too far gone to think about it at that moment. The whole experience was awesome.

She stared up at me and just gave shudder after shudder, still in tears, but I knew with absolute certainty as I looked down into her eyes, wide open as if in shock, that I could shag her anytime I wanted from now on.

I felt my cum trickling down the insides of her thighs just before she collapsed back down onto the bed, as if exhausted; then she lay there weeping openly now in the aftermath of her climax. My diminishing cock slipped out of her and I let go my hold of her. Then, I lay down beside her to kiss her.

She was still trembling with emotional release as we kissed, long and wet and passionately and I brushed away her tears.

‘I never knew it could be like that . . .’ she whispered. ‘I never knew anything could be like that.’

Continued . . .