Desire and Confusion

Limp, weak and struggling not to pass out daddy picked me up and laid me on the small oak kitchen table face up with my butt hanging off the edge. The microwave manual fell to the floor landing in the puddle I left behind. I felt a cool breeze wash over me tightening my nipples. I briefly looked at the AC vent on the ceiling praising it for bathing me in cool fresh air. Daddy held me by my rump and hips as he guided his cock back into me. My thin legs dangled off to the sides as if floating in midair and they seemed so small and soft next to daddy's hard muscled arms. Daddy's strokes were slower now and longer. He retracted till his cock was all the way out and then slowly pressed back in till his heavy balls met my ass. I didn't feel it on my g-spot anymore and I realized daddy was now in it for himself. I smiled at him knowingly.

"I want to look into those gorgeous blue eyes of yours when I cum, baby," His voice full of lustful passion. I spread my legs wide to the sides with my knees bent and close to my ribs. Momentarily I admired my own sexy feet hanging in the air, clad in shimmery sliver straps, a heavy four inch heel and little pink tipped toes as they bounced each time our groins met. "You're so fucking hot," daddy blurted out as his stroke slowed even more his voice high and frenzied. I could sense he was very close to cumming. Then he stopped completely with his cock submerged all the way inside my body. He groaned and grunted as his hands roamed my body savoring every curve. Rough strong hands glided sensually around my thighs, over my hips, up my waist. I could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside me and for a moment I thought he was cumming, but no, he was only trying to prolong it holding absolutely still at his hips. With the back of his hand he caressed my firm flat stomach then he reached higher to gently squeeze my tits and roll my nipples in his fingers. Then higher still and he was leaning over me now. A hand came up my neck and then cupped my cheek delicately. The other combed through my hair. I too reached out and touched his hard chiseled chest sparsely coated with hair. I slipped my hands slowly down his washboard stomach with its dark trail of hair running down the middle to meet the patch of neatly trimmed fur above his cock. Our eyes locked onto one another's.

His hips retracted, his cock slipped out and back in gracefully, then again and a third time before he held still once more groaning. I understood he was adeptly holding himself on the edge of orgasm. His experience and depth of sexual skills made me recognize what I had been missing out on with those 7 high school boys. No doubt I enjoyed the 12 times I had sex before this, but this experience would spoil me and permanently raise the bar of my expectations. Then to have this experience with my own father made me feel like a true sexual freak. I became aware that Incest was more than just kinky sex. It was a thrill and exhilaration of crossing taboo boundaries with someone you loved more than any stranger. The feeling of defying laws and social stigmas was liberating and exciting to no end. As I pondered this with daddy above me, loving me, squeezing me, caressing me and fucking me with his big cock I found myself wishing I had never started the birth control. Daddy was right yet again, this would have been ten times more electrifying with the risk of pregnancy. And what a dirty little slut that would make me. Having sex with 7 different guys in high school hardly qualified me as a slut, yet somehow I developed that reputation. Maybe it was because I always fucked on the first date, maybe it was my lewd style of dress, my open enjoyment of sex or a combination of the three, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I grew to accept and enjoy that label.

I felt a sudden ache of emotion in my chest, a powerful love for daddy and an urge to express it. "I love you so much, daddy! I love feeling like a dirty little slut!"

He ground his teeth together as he groaned with a few more strokes before he spoke, "Oh fuck yes! I love you too more than you know... Mmm... and I love how you grew up to be a dirty slut. You're such an obedient little whore too."

He drove his cock into me a couple more times as I expressed my willingness to please him, "I'll do anything you want daddy, AN-Y-THING!"

A few more thrusts, harder faster ones than before, yet still he did not cum but held still with his cock deep inside me wildly jerking and pulsing, expressing its desire for release denied by the man who maintained full control of his body. I was both surprised and eagerly excited by what he asked of me next. "That's my good little slut," He said gently slapping my cheek. "I want you to stop that fucking birth control. That shit is no good for you!" Another thrust with his cock and he continued, "Too many side effects. Once you're off that shit, I want you to seduce and fuck all my close friends, maybe some of my coworkers too if you want. Like a hot new car, I want to show you off and let them all take you for a ride." Two more thrusts and I could tell he was beginning to lose his will to hold back. "But they can't find out about us, no one can. This needs to remain a secret. You'll be my secret slut daughter who fucks her daddy while she tells him all the dirty ways she satisfied his friends."

"Yes! Yes! That's so hot!" I was ecstatic with his idea and apparently so was he. He began his slow retractions and insertions again except this time he did not stop. One, two, three, four long slow strokes in and his face twisted as a high moan escaped his mouth. I could feel his cock swell even thicker and I said, "Yes daddy! Give it to me! Cum in me! Please! Cum deep inside me! I want to feel it!" Then he buried it and with short deep irregular humps I felt his dick jerking fiercely within me as it bathed my insides with warmth. I reached up and kissed him, deep and passionate while his cock continued to inject me with warm cum. His cum spewed for what seemed like an eternity and our kiss didn't break until his cock was too limp to stay inside me. Without words I stepped off the table and dropped to my knees before him and took his semi flaccid slimy dick into my warm inviting mouth. My right hand began playing with my pussy, smearing the oozing cream pie all over my clit, legs and tummy while my left hand softly massaged daddy's gentiles. Admittedly the taste was nothing I enjoyed, but rather it was the action of what I was doing that enticed me.

---DING DONG---

The sound startled us both and my eyes flicked to the clock, 8 p.m. My date was right on time. Daddy leaned back to glance out the window as I stood with utter haste. "Shit! Mom is getting up!" Dad moved with a speed I didn't know he had and within a couple seconds he was dressed while I chaotically paced and randomly picked up some of my clothes. He recognized that my mind was clouded by fear and adrenaline and quickly instructed me, "Just grab you clothes and RUN to your room. I'll handle the rest."

In a blur I was in my room breathlessly trying to dress myself. Cum was still dripping out of me and my legs were sticky with a variety of bodily fluids. There was no way I could go out without a shower. But more importantly I no longer wanted to go out with my date. Finally I gave up trying to get those tight skimpy cloths onto my sticky sweaty body. I just through a bathrobe around myself and sat on the bed unsure of what to expect next. Suddenly I felt guilty, my mother, how could I do this to her. If she finds out...

There was a soft knock at the door, "It's me," daddy called out softly.

"Come in," my voice was shaky and I knew my nervousness was all too visible.

Dad walked in and gently closed the door behind him. He put his hands on my shoulders and spoke with a calm that soothed and relaxed me, "Relax! Mom doesn't suspect a thing. I managed to spray some air freshener in the kitchen before she walked in. When she saw me cleaning the floor I told her I had spilled some water. I made sure she saw the empty water bottle you left on the counter. She's down there flirting with your date as we speak, flaunting her half naked body."

I expressed a bit of embarrassment as I lowered my eyes and twisted my mouth. "Yeah, sorry I peed all over the place. That's never happened before."

Dad chuckled and said, "That wasn't urine and I'm glad it happened. That means you must have really enjoyed it."

I twisted my mouth and glared at him in confusion, "It certainly felt like piss."

"It wasn't, trust me. You squirted it's called female ejaculation. Google it."

'Google it' was my father's answer to everything when someone didn't believe him, so I took his word for it. "I really don't feel like going out with my date anymore and I can't go down there like this." Though I felt calmer my voice was still shaky.

"Don't worry I'll take care of it. We should lie low until you're off that patch and we need to act as normal as possible around your mother. Understand?" I nodded and he continued, "After your next period and you're done with that patch let me know. It will give us some time to figure out when it's safe to have fun together. Until then don't be offended if I act like this never happened. If moms not around we can talk about it but we need to keep out junk in our pants until we have a solid plan."

"OK"

"Good girl," he said with a warm smile. He gave me a soft kiss and said, "We'll talk another time, I love you baby girl."

"I love you too daddy," I answered softly before he walked out. My mind was calm but my body still trembled with adrenaline. I lay back on my soft bed and my left fingers wandered to my clit sticky and moist while my right found the g-spot that daddy had introduced to me. I pleasured myself dreaming of the future. I made myself squirt and when my orgasm finished I smelled and tasted the liquid that splashed my hand. 'Daddy is always right,' I thought to myself as exhaustion took over and sleep enveloped me, with my confusion laid to rest and my desires in full view.