Emma idolizes her father, that she still calls Daddy. The 14-year-old beauty does not have any idea what her Daddy has planned this morning. But she will soon find out.
Chapter 1-
Emma idolizes her father, that she still calls Daddy. The 14-year-old beauty does not have any idea what her Daddy has planned this morning. Her brother is at basketball practice and Mom has gone Christmas shopping with her best friend so the two are all alone. Her Daddy still talks and thinks about her as if she were still much younger. Having just woke up, she has come downstairs in a loose V neck, A-line tank top and an equally loose fitting pair of shorts with a stretchy elastic waist.
“Hi, Daddy” Emma chirps as she wanders into the kitchen for breakfast. She had only just rolled out of bed . . . but on a Saturday, that was hardly unusual.
“Morning, poppet,” her father replies, smiling warmly, “How did you sleep?”
“OK, I guess,” she shrugs with a non-committal expression.
“Bad dreams again . . . huh?” he asks, as she nods. “Come here, sweetheart” he pushes his chair back and opens his arms, wrapping them around her closely as she sits down in his lap. “It’s OK, I’m always here . . . you know that”.
“I know, Daddy, thank you.” She enjoys his hugs and the male smell she is sensing.
“And you’re never too old to come slide in bed with me either, especially if your Mom has left the house,” he kisses her forehead softly, rubbing her back.
“Thank you, Daddy”, Emma nuzzles into his neck, curling up in his arms, “I love you”. Mike was pleased he could still be so close with his growing girl. He knew that most girls by this age were a very different sort of daddy’s girl; and the physical changes her body had gone through . . . were certainly not lost on him. Perhaps they should have been a little more lost than they were, as he felt his cock twitch . . . as a result of this beautiful young girl in his arms.
“I love you too, Princess,” he sighs. “More than you will ever know”.
“What do you mean by that?” Emma asks, lifting her head and looking very puzzled. “Why can’t you let me know how much you love me? Wouldn’t you do anything for me, like I would for you?” Mike looks down at her seriously. She was right, of course; he would do anything for her. “Anything, baby girl?”
Emma nods, “Yes, Daddy. Anything at all,” she blushes a little . . . after her response.
“You’re a very beautiful girl, you know that sweetheart!” he nudges his knuckle under her chin, “All the boys are going to notice you, and Daddy has too.” His hand trails down her neck to her shoulder, casually dropping the strap . . . closest to him. “Can Daddy tell you a secret? Something which would make him really happy?”
“Ok . . . Daddy,” Emma breaths, feeling goosebumps forming on her skin as her father drops the other strap too . . . and realizing only her perky breasts were now holding up the thin fabric.
“Daddy has been having some very naughty thoughts about you,” Mike whispers, his gaze distracted by Emma’s chest. At the angle they were both in, he could look down and see all of both small breasts . . . including her growing nipples. “Very naughty indeed” He looks back into her eyes.
“R… really?” Emma says, wide eyed with shock. “I don’t… we can’t… shouldn’t…”
“Don’t worry . . . the house is empty, Baby girl.”
Emma blushes, a strange excitement burning in her chest and working its way to her pussy. She shouldn’t feel so flattered, or so tempted. But then neither should her Daddy.
“I . . . well . . . what sorts of thoughts, Daddy?” she whispers, biting her lip and looking up at him in anticipation.
“Let me show you. But I need you to stand up”. He guides her off his lap to stand in front of him, hooking a finger into each dangling shoulder strap and continuing to pull them both down. Emma resists the urge to stop him, excitement building inside her, and between her legs, as he exposes her developing breasts. The hem catches on her stiffening nipples and she gasps softly as they spring up again now completely exposed.
Mike looks up from her chest to her eyes, seeing the nervous excitement in her face as his hands slowly caress up her body . . . and cup her young breasts. His cock is rock hard in his pants, and while she hasn’t looked, Emma isn’t so naive not to realize it. Her chest is heaving with heavy breathing, her heart thumping, and Mike can feel it.
“It’s OK, Daddy. I’m all yours . . . I like showing you my titties” she says, biting her lip. Mike smiles, looking into her eyes as his fingers gently begin to tease her nipples, savoring every little noise and expression she makes. Emma can feel a dampness beginning to form between her legs and she blushes, embarrassed to feel so excited . . . about what he’s doing to her.
“Are you OK, baby girl?” he asks softly, not stopping. Emma nods, words failing her as she starts to groan, her eyes flitting closed. Mike leans closer, pulling Emma towards him by her nipples . . . and at the same time . . . begins placing soft kisses around her collarbone. Her hands trail up his back and stroke his hair as he tosses her hair behind her shoulders . . . and lifts her chin to let him continue.
Slowly he works his way down her chest to the smooth, bare flesh of her breasts, finally replacing one of his hands with his lips. Emma lets out a little squeak of surprise, excitement, and delight; panting and gasping more and more with every second this continues. Mike s lips and tongue tease her sensitive nipple; flicking, sucking, and gently nibbling before swapping to devote the same attention to the other.
Mike’s other hand caresses Emma’s thigh, stroking up to her hip and round to grab her tight little ass. He can barely contain his excitement, as evidenced by his fully erect cock . . . at having her beautiful, young body in his grasp. Still sucking on her breast, his other hand moves to her ass too, standing and lifting her against him. Emma squeals in delight, giggling as he sits her on the edge of the kitchen table and lies her down.
“What do we do at the table, sweetie?” he asks with a grin, kissing down to her stomach as his hands move up and down her thighs.
“Uh . . . we eat?” Emma replies, breaking into a grin as the double entendre dawns on her. Mike looks up at her and grins, gently lifting and spreading her thighs.
“That’s right, beautiful.” One finger slips up under the leg of her loose shorts, trailing around the hem to the edge of the gusset. He looks down to the telltale wet dark spot, his finger moving beneath it and softly brushing down across her lips. Emma is breathing quickly, her heart thumping. Nothing has ever been this exhilarating; the taboo screaming in her head; her body screaming in delight.
“Ahhhhhh,” she gasps, the noise catching in her throat as his fingers touch her so intimately and so lovingly. “Daddy, should we . . . be . . .”
“Shhhhhh, little one” he cuts her off, “Don’t worry, it’s only us here. Let Daddy make you feel . . . like you’ve never felt before.” His fingers slowly peel down her shorts and after taking a second to admire her hairless beautiful, glistening lips, he leans in to plant a gentle kiss on them. And again. And again. Emma grips her forehead, raking her fingers through her hair as she lies back, unable to resist the pleasure; unable to shake the guilt.
Suddenly everything is forgotten as Mike’s tongue . . . parts her lips slightly and licks slowly up to graze her clit. Already slightly swollen and sensitive, the feeling is electric and makes Emma moan loudly, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it,” Mike breathes, repeating the action, her scent and flavor filling his mouth and making his cock throb. Gradually he licks deeper and deeper between her lips, but each time just teasing her clit, driving her completely wild with lust and frustration. All thoughts of how wrong it is . . . driven from her mind by the excitement and ache for more. “Daddy . . . uhhhhh . . . Daddy pl . . . please” she gasps and pants, her hips squirming and bucking up against him. Mike grins, teasing his tongue excruciatingly . . . lightly across her clit, back and forth. Emma’s pussy is dripping wet by now, and her mind is blank with desperation. Her whole body is writhing on the table, legs wrapped around Mike’s head. Without any warning . . . he switches his love making technique again, now furiously attacking her clit with his tongue. Emma screams, clamping her hands over her mouth in shock and embarrassment.
Mike delights in her reactions, only encouraging him on harder; sucking and nibbling on her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth, left and right without giving her any chance to focus in on any one thing. The teasing is almost torture . . . and pleasure coming at her from so many directions at once. Her pussy clenches and convulses, her hips writhing and squirming.
“Daddyyyyyyy!” she groans.
That’s all Mike needs, and he instantly sticks to one thing; flicking his tongue up and down across her clit. It’s swollen and sensitive, and she loses all control. Her body bucks and shakes, and almost before she knows it . . . she’s wrapped tightly around his head, clenching hard as she climaxes intensely. Mike doesn't stop, licking and riding out her entire orgasm until she flops down panting. He stands up and walks around to the other side of the table near Emma’s head, stroking her cheek and hair.
“Good girl,” he says softly, looking into her eyes, “Wasn’t that good?” She nods, breathless, her naked chest heaving.
“Are you now . . . ready for Daddy?” he asks, beginning to unfasten his trousers. She looks upside down at him and then his crotch, watching as he pulls out his long, hard cock.
“No, no sweetie, just stay there,” he says as she tries to climb down, “Let’s just move you a little . . . just like that,” as he slides her a little higher, tipping her head back off the edge slightly.
She quickly gets the idea and opens her mouth, tongue out waiting for him. Her pretty bare chest is too good an opportunity to pass up, and he grasps one of her breasts as he places the tip of his cock at her lips. He uses her soft moan as the opportunity to slide into her mouth, going easy on her throat. He holds there, groaning as she licks and slurps at his cock tip eagerly. Gradually he starts to work in and out of her mouth, toying with her nipples at the same time.
Mike really wants to enjoy this, but it’s taking all his effort to hold off from blowing his load. Every time he looks down over her beautiful naked body, his cock throbs. Then he realizes taking her tight little pussy . . . might have to wait for later. “Are you ready . . . baby girl ?” She nods her head as best she could, since his cock has taken up so much of her slippery mouth. He wants to hear her say it, so he slowly withdraws his shaft.
“What are you ready for, pumpkin?” The question at this point surprises her. She waits looking over her shoulder at him.
“Tell me what you want to do, baby girl . . . and make it sound very naughty,” he says now grasping his slippery cock in his fist. Her embarrassment sends shivers down her body as the upper half turns red.
“I want . . . I want . . .to SUCK YOUR COCK Daddy. I want you to shoot your juices down my throat . . . right NOW!” she screams.
“You’re going to be my little cum slut aren’t you honey?” he says as he slowly inserts his cock back into her waiting mouth. He watches her nod up and down as more and more shaft enters. He knew ahead of time that being in this position, would allow most of his cock to enter her body. Emma grins . . . feeling his cock swell in her mouth. She seals her lips around the shaft as he pushes in, just in time for his thick rich cum to start coating the roof of her mouth. She hears him grunt, and feels his grip tighten on her chest.
A few moments pass with his cock pulsing between her lips before he relaxes and steps back. A couple of drops of cum and spit drip on her forehead as he pulls out and she gulps down his load. “Mmmmmmm, Daddy” she grins, sliding to her feet off the table, “that was so naughty.” She drops her shorts to the floor and pulls off her top. “Do you want the rest of me now . . . or do you need some . . . time?” she bites her lip looking at him. He puts his hands on her hips, kissing her forehead. “Later, Princess. Later tonight,” he sighs.
Chapter 2
Emma spends the day elated, but frustratingly unable to share it with anyone. Her friends comment on how cheerful she is, and she has to pass it off as just being happy. Meanwhile she’s also thoroughly distracted by thoughts of her Daddy’s cock . . . sliding into her tight pussy later on. She can’t wait to get home.
Later she wanders to her room that evening, and barely hears her older brother Joe call out to her.
“Hey sis! . . . Hey Emma,” he calls out as he sees her pass his door. Emma stops and looks in, “What do you want?” she asks a little irritated. Joe was a senior in high school and had become a little too sure of himself lately. Not to mention, if he was hanging around, it would put the brakes on her fun with Daddy before mum got home late in the evening.
“Come here, I want to show you something!” She walks in and Joe is holding up his phone for her to see. “Look familiar?” he says.
Emma looks closely at the phone screen, “What the fuck?” she gasps. It’s a video clearly showing her lying on the kitchen table, back arched, with her Daddy kneeling between her legs. She tries to grab it, but Joe pulls it away.
“Just don’t think it’s my only copy,” he smirks. “Who would have thought my innocent little sister was such a depraved little slut! How long has this been going on?” Emma doesn’t answer, she’s like a deer in the headlights. The big bastard must have come home from practice early and seen them. And more importantly . . . filmed them. She wondered whether he continued filming as she joyfully sucked her Daddy’s cock.
“Don’t worry,” Joe continues, “I know that mum would absolutely hate to see this, don’t you think?”
Emma looks at him in shock and panic. “No! You can’t! You wouldn’t!”
Joe grins widely, “Are you sure about that, little sister?” He drops his phone on the bed beside him and sits up looking at her. “But I have thought of a way to guarantee I don’t; and by the looks of things . . . and what you were doing this morning . . .you’re going to love it”. The smile on his face could hardly be wider, and he was looking her up and down hungrily.
“No! Come on! Be serious!” Emma tries to protest, but Joe ignores her completely.
Entirely unashamed he gets his cock out, looking straight at her. “It’s time for you to strip naked for me . . . right now!”
She’s knew she was cornered, and out of options. And after what she did this morning, how bad could it be? Emma lifts her top, then steps out of her pants.
“Keep going,” Joe demands, even though she hadn’t stopped. Bra and panties fall to the floor next, and she stands pretty confidently in the middle of his room. She has reason to be; his cock is rock hard in his hand from watching her.
“Well, come on! Put that pretty mouth of yours . . . to good use.” He shuffles to the edge of the bed, legs wide open and his cock pointing straight up.
“You could at least be more imaginative” Emma says casually, kneeling down . . . now naked in front of him.
Joe points to his cock and says, “Now get busy.” As her lips start to slide around his cock tip, he grabs his phone and starts casually browsing. Emma blushes, embarrassed to admit that not only is she finding this almost as exciting as this morning; but that her pussy actually clenched when he ordered her to suck his cock. She thought he may try to act casually, but she can feel the way his cock throbs in her mouth and he is loving it.
Something about it all just drives Emma wild, as she continues to service her brother, but at the same time, pinches her nipple and drives several fingers into her moist pussy. She soon feels Joe’s hand on the back of her head . . . just confirming he was loving what she was doing. Soon his phone is back on the bed and he’s watching his shaft disappearing between her lips while he pushes her down.
“So here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to address me as Sir, and you’re gonna make your pussy available for me anytime I want. If I’m not completely satisfied with your performance, I start sharing that video . . . first with your friends. Got that?” He pulls her off his cock and holds her head up in front of him.
Emma nods, panting, “Yes . . . Sir” she says, trying not to smile.
“Good. Now go and fetch some Vaseline. I want to sample that tight, virgin pussy of yours!”
She is certain she doesn’t need any lubrication, but her heart is thumping as she scuttles from the room and returns a minute later with the bottle. Joe has stripped and is now stroking his hard cock slowly looking up at her. “Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, little sis,” he grins widely, taking the jar from her. Emma climbs up on his bed on all fours, arching her back to present her excited pussy to him. Fuck this is embarrassing and so wrong she thought, and at the same time . . . hot as fuck. Luckily she isn’t as inexperienced as he believes.
In this position, she feels her pussy juices dribbling down her thighs, and at the same time hearing the sloppy noises of him lubing up his cock. She’s ready for the cold feeling as he dribbles a generous portion onto her waiting pussy, but still clenches in anticipation.
“I hope you’re ready,” Joe smiles gleefully . . . as he begins to press his head against her. “Fuck you’re tight,” he shares. Emma relaxes and pushes back against him, letting her pussy take him in . . . bit by bit. She groans, but Joe doesn’t hear her over his own. Inch by inch, stroke by stroke he makes his way into her, until she can feel his balls brushing up against her pussy. His cock is throbbing and twitching; no way can he last very long she thought.
He tries, though, and begins rocking slowly in and out of her, grunting and exclaiming how tight she is. Emma continues moving her hips for him, milking his eager cock and within a couple of minutes . . . he grabs her hips tight . . . and rams into her . . . as deep as he can go. She feels his cock pulse and soon warm, thick cum . . . ooze into her. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he groans, keeping her held firmly against him until his cock is done throbbing. Suddenly the front door opens . . . down the hall, and they both realize Daddy is home. Emma grabs her clothes as she dashes down the hallway . . . and at the same time hopes tonight might be a twofer . . . anticipating Daddy’s long shaft deep inside her.
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