What’s A Daddy Dominant?

What’s A Daddy Dominant?

What’s A Daddy Dominant? A Daddy-Dom is simply the Dominant partner in a D/s relationship. Like a Master or Dom, a Daddy is the top in their relationship and owns or cares for the submissive. Depending on your own personal preferences and relationship dynamic, a Daddy can be many things to his little but there are some generalities that exist in most Daddy/little relationships.

What's A Daddy Dominant? BDSM
What’s A Daddy Dominant? BDSM
 
His love for his baby girl goes without question. He loves her as much for who she is, as for what she will become with His guidance.
she is …… His prized possession. a Daddy’s eyes will light up when she comes into a room and take great pride in her success’s. After all, He helped to create her. She holds the most tender part of His heart and has greatest power to hurt Him.
 
This love would not be possible without respect. A Daddy Dom needs to feel pride in his lil girl. He needs to know she can hold her own in the outside world and still submit to Him. He holds the greatest respect for the gift she has given Him and takes great pains to increase it’s value. It is extremely important to Him to know she can be with any man and she chooses to be with Him.
 
He knows that this makes discipline a priority in their lives, His discipline is more important than in some other D/s relationships. In order for the lil girl to really trust, she must know He means what He says. If His lil girl is going to be the best she can possibly be He must stand firm. He uses his experience in life and His knowledge of her to provide proper direction and punishment when the need arises.
 
If He does not enforce discipline, this respect becomes a tenuous thing. If His submissive finds that she can manipulate Him out of punishing her, she begins to lose respect and the ability to empower becomes impeded. He understands that it becomes increasingly difficult to be possessed by someone you do not respect.
 
This takes great strength on His part. It takes strength to control her, and to shape her to His needs and desires. It takes strength to be her confidant, her shoulder, her anchor. It takes strength to let her out into the world when all He wants to do is hold her safe in His arms. And it takes strength to do what is necessary when she needs to be disciplined.
 
A Daddy Dom provides something else that is very important to His submissive…acceptance. She is safe in His arms because He knows her, everything about her, and He still loves her. When she goes to Him she knows that this Man knows all of her dirty little secrets and it doesn’t matter. To Him she is and always will be beautiful.
 
A Daddy Dom and a Sadistic Dom are by no means mutually exclusive. Many Daddy Doms embrace their sadism while understanding and feeding their submissive’s masochism. This balance is necessary to many lil girls because it allows all parts of her to be nourished, leading to an incredibly fulfilling relationship.
 
I think most Dominants have a bit of the Daddy in them, taking on the role of Male authority figure in the submissive’s life and using their power to enrich that life. Daddy/lil girl verbalizes that feeling, and adds a dimension of warmth, caring, and ritual that it’s participants crave.
 
Perhaps a Daddy Dom is something only a lil girl can understand.
 

Daddy as a Father

Unlike age players or role players, Daddies do not consider themselves a father to their little. They consider their role much like how a Dom would look at their role over their sub. Though their little may call them Daddy, they are not observed as a father and they don’t look at their little as if they were their child.

What do Daddy-Doms Do?

Daddies are in charge of their little. While they do not pretend to be their little’s father, they will take on a parental role as the Dominant. They are there to protect, guide, nurture and love their little. While in some D/s relationships, the Dominate may order their submissive frivolously for their own pleasure, a Daddy will order or set rules for their little based on nurturing goals and what is best for their little.

What's A Daddy Dominant? BDSM
What’s A Daddy Dominant? BDSM

Why do Daddies like littles?

This can be asked the same for any relationship. Daddies like little’s based on their own personal likes and dislikes and what they find attractive. A Daddy should enjoy the regression that their little naturally does and appreciate the child-like attributes of their little, but they will also find their adult side attractive.

 

The Title Daddy

There is a big difference between Daddy as a title for a Dominant in a D/s relationship and Daddy as a title for a father. While many have some reservations about this title, it is nothing more than that: a title. Daddies are not interested in pedophilia, incest or any other paraphernalia associated with children even though their title is often misunderstood and associated with that.  When a little calls her Daddy by title, the feeling associated is nothing like the feeling she would get when she calls her father the same title. It’s the same with any other multi-use word in our language. For instance, the world love can be used to describe many things. You don’t have the same feelings for when you say you love bubbles as you do when you say you love your spouse.

What's A Daddy Dominant? BDSM
What’s A Daddy Dominant? BDSM

Daddies and Sex

A lot of people just starting out in this lifestyle wonder if it’s still okay to have sex. As two consenting partners in a loving relationship, sex should be normal. Just like any other relationship, sex is natural and healthy for growth and bonding. Sex in a Daddy/little relationship is not done like that of role players where the sexual attraction may in some cases stem from deep seeded interest in incest or pedophilia. Sex between a Daddy and his little is just like sex between any people in a relationship; as two consenting adults.

Daddy-Dom v. Master

Daddies are very similar to Masters but there are some striking differences. First, Daddies cherish their submissive’s little side and encourage her to come out and play. Second, Daddies are strict about different things. Where a Master may be strict about procedure and protocol, Daddies are more concerned with their submissive’s goals and needs. Third, a Daddy can be more playful than most Masters. Masters tend to have to be more rigid with their submissive or slaves. Of course, we aren’t saying Masters are unable to show affection or be playful. But as a Daddy, playfulness is practically a part of the job description. It’s something you would have to do in order to keep up with your little.

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demean a female

There is no better way to demean a girl, make her slip into a ‘little’ mindset, than an order to suck on her thumb. It takes away her ability to speak, has her indulging in an oral fixation, and treats her like a little girl all at the same time.

Getting her to do that, while something sexual is going on, however, is where the really powerful stuff lies. Picture it, for a moment, if you will.

Her back is arched, the soft silk of the blindfold over her eyes feeling almost coarse as she shifts, her hair making the slip of material adjust over her eyes. Her nipples were points, angry nubs accusing the heavens as her chest thrust out.

He was between her legs, that tongue doing its job with more gusto than she had perhaps anticipated. He’d grown to know her too well, know which part reacted how, what did what and exactly what reaction he’d get when he did it. His big hands, strong fingers, dug into her hips, kept her grounded.

She wanted to moan, to scream out her pleasure and frustration as he alternated between indulging and teasing her. She wanted to cuss and swear, let forth a torrent of expletives and filthy phrases. She wanted to call out his name, the name that only she used.

The thumb in her mouth stopped that, but only that. It started the blush on her cheeks, the way she squeezed her eyes shut in case she caught sight of her hand quite so close to her face, had to actually think about it there. It made her cheeks hollow, because she couldn’t help but suck. Couldn’t help but swirl her tongue around her thumbnail.

Not that she could help much right now. At his mercy didn’t even cover it.

18 yr old

Dear Prudence,
I have just had devastating news: My 58-year-old second husband of two years has been having an affair with my 18-year-old daughter from my first marriage. I am in a state of utter shock. I had absolutely no idea that this was going on and feel heartbroken, betrayed, and furious at the two people I love most. They want to live together, but where does this leave me? I do not know what to do. Can you advise?

—Betrayed

Dear Betrayed,
You are living a scenario right out of Woody Allen, only it’s a tragedy, not a farce. Allen himself is married to Soon-Yi Previn, the adopted daughter of Mia Farrow, who was Allen’s longtime companion and is the mother of three of his children. His son, Ronan Farrow, has cut off contact with Allen, explaining, “He’s my father married to my sister. That makes me his son and his brother-in-law. That is such a moral transgression.” It must feel unbearable to find yourself in a parallel situation, realizing both your husband and daughter are morally repugnant. Without knowing any of the details about the relationships or personalities involved, one can only speculate about this couple. Perhaps your husband is just a sleazy sexual con artist. But though it hardly counts as good news, it may be that your daughter has an undiagnosed mental illness, possibly bipolar disorder. That disease can make people act in bizarre and self-destructive ways. Or perhaps she was sexually abused as a girl, feels you didn’t protect her, and is now acting out.

—Prudie

Or maybe this is a younger girl that likes older guys, maybe she has some daddy issues. Or maybe this is a guy that wrote you and is getting off on you answering this. He most likely is one of my clients!! 🙂 Or maybe he has a younger son you could hook up with. MILF is the ‘IN’ thing these days! Life gives you lemons make lemonade! Or just rub one off!!!

~ Miranda

short breeder story

I have discovered the most wonderful thing. Men that actually WANT to get a woman pregnant.

Until I began dating my new partner in November last year, I had no idea such men existed.

I spoke to him about birth control but have always secretly loved the feeling of men cuming inside me. So primal and animalistic.

The first time we ever fucked he kept soothing me and telling me what he wanted to do which made me want it badly even though we had just met. There was somthing about a man telling me he wanted to “Spray his seed into my little tummy”. Wow..

My partner is a cuckold also. He loves knowing that I am out on the town without him, flirting openly with other men. If I come home with a pussy full of cum he goes wild with desire.

a few weekends ago I flew interstate to spend the weekend with a friend of mine. While there I decided to look up an ex boyfriend who still has a thing for me plus he’s black. He picked me up and made it very clear that he was itching to get inside of me.

My partner was at home, knowing that I was setting up the meeting with my ex boyfriend. The exciting thing for both of us was knowing that I was at my fertile time of the month.

I told my ex, right as he was abut to slide his 8 inches into me (dam, I missed that cock!) that I was on the pill and I missed the feel of him cumming in me. I felt so naughty and wicked, especially knowing that I had the permission of the man I love back home.

Since then I have been with 2 other black bulls, and let both of them pump my pussy with their black seed… then late last week we discovered that I am 6 weeks pregnant…and I dont know who’s child it is. All the more exciting for us…

I can’t keep my darling off me now.. he has begun feeding from my slightly swollen breasts and he cums harder than before now, knowing I have been bred. I feel beautiful and extremely turned on…. what has the other 8 months got in store?

You looking for a breeder??

lived happily ever after, or did they?

Here is how the story Sleeping Beauty was originally told:

A great king was forewarned by some wise (old?) men that his newborn daughter named Talia was in great danger. It seems that a poison splinter was in the palace’s flax, and it would destroy her. The king immediately ordered a ban on flax inside the palace walls.

But, as all great fairy tales go, Talia somehow encountered a flax-spinning wheel and got that nasty splinter in her finger. What happened?

Talia dropped dead.

As a result, King Dad placed his daughter’s body on a velvet cloth, locked the palace gates, and left the forest forever and ever.

Enter the great nobleman, who turned out not to be so noble. While hunting in the woods one day, he just happened to stumble on the abandoned palace and Talia’s dead body. One would think he kissed her at this point, but no such thing happened.

Instead, he raped her.

He planted the noble seed and nine months later Talia gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Their names were Sun and Moon (which is the boy and which is the girl?) and the fairies took care of them.

One day, the boy was sucking on mom’s finger and sucked out the poisonous flax splinter, causing Talia to awake from her death bed.

Many months go by and the horny young nobleman returns to the woods to have another encounter with the princess. To his surprise, he found her alive and well. He confesses that he is the father of her children and they enjoy a hot weekend fling in the hay (Would you have a love affair with your rapist?).

The nobleman then returns home to his wife. Somehow she learns about his illegitimate children. The wife orders the capture of the children. Her cook is then told to slash their young throats and to cook a hash with their flesh.

At dinner that night, the wife gleefully watches her husband eat his meal. When he has finished, she announces “You are eating what is your own!”.

We can be sure that the nobleman did not feel too well at that moment. But then, he did rape a dead woman, so he deserves a little suffering.

It turns out that the cook had a soft heart and never slaughtered the children. Instead, goat meat was substituted.

The enraged wife ordered the capture of Talia and that she be burned at the stake, but she was saved from death by her rapist and they lived happily ever after.

Why didn’t Walt Disney use this version of the story? It is so much more interesting than the modern version.

Call Now and Let’s play I’m Sleeping Beauty, what will you do to me??

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I enrolled at a community college and took some general courses. Being a fairly pretty girl, I met a boy, and the obvious happened.

He was my first. We had sex pretty often, always with protection, but I always craved more.

I was almost resentful. He was perfectly contented to have that piece of rubber between us as we made love.

That’s when I began venturing away from my boyfriend. I felt confident that I was a good love maker, and I wanted the same. I dressed sexier, and batted my eyelashes as I pleased.

Ashley was nineteen, a beautiful, tall, lean young man with blonde hair and heavenly blue eyes. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who carried a sweet smile and a blush in his cheeks with him wherever he went.

Though he was only two years younger than me, the thought of a slightly younger man excited me. He also didn’t know much about sex at all, so I was free to tell him what I wanted.

When we had sex for the first time I told him I was having my period in a couple days, so the chances of getting pregnant were almost nonexistent.

He was trusting. He mounted me as I put my backside in the air.

I loved the feel of a hard man entering me, filling me, without anything between us. Ashley was so warm.

He managed to reach depths that Ryan never could. His long-fingered left hand was on my left hip, controlling my movement and helping him thrust.

I heard myself muttering feelings I didn’t know were inside me. I fell in love with him as he put both his hands over mine, to be sure I wouldn’t move, and came with a powerful grunt.

I came reasonably hard myself, but I felt instantly let down. I had had what I wanted: a beautiful young man cumming in me without protection, and yet I was unsatisfied.

I watched Ashley as he drifted into a light sleep mere inches from my body. He looked at me with love, and his delicate eyelashes closed as he exhaled, letting out some sleepy noises.prego

He was an angel. I put my hand on his bare abs, feeling his breath.

I didn’t want to go out and find someone else. I just wanted Ashley to be all I needed.

In my own dream I saw impossible visions. I saw tiny organisms flooding in through the door and into the room, cornering me on my bed. Then, they fought each other to crawl inside of me. As terrified as I was, I felt myself being rocked and shaken to sexual bliss. I orgasmed violently as they attacked my womb, impregnating me. I could still hear Ashley sleeping in a distant part of my mind.

I woke up then, putting my hand on my lonely belly, wishing for things that were just wrong. I didn’t really want to raise anyone or have a kid, I just wanted that connection with Ashley, and to have someone growing inside me.

I was half-weary as I mounted the young blonde man. He had that same sweet smile etched on his face. My hands slid up his torso as I pressed my sex against his groin.

His sky blue eyes opened as he became hard. I put my hands on his hard shoulders, determined in my pursuit.

“I love you,” he told me.

“I love you, too.”

I then proceeded to slide down on his cock, coating him with my slippery slickness. I wanted my fluids to rain down his thighs and puddle on the mattress, as far off as that seems.

His hands were relaxed as they gripped my lower back, trying to keep me in place, to keep a nice slow fuck, but I had other ideas. I pushed down hard, wiping the smile off his angelic face and replacing it with a strained expression. I started riding his cock up and down, making the best of his eight inches.

He came then, not as hard as before, but I felt it very nicely. I didn’t cum but I knew I’d have my chance.

Ashley didn’t look quite satisfied either. I got down and put my lips on his sensitive manhood, stirring up new ideas in his innocent mind. I then took him in my mouth, feeling a slight twitching on his part.

He knew he was at my mercy. He whimpered a little as my tongue moved up and down his shaft, urging him to become fully hard.

When he was back to his complete size and hardness, I gave his rod one last passionate french kiss and then took my head off of him.

Ashley said, “No, let me make love to your mouth.”

“No,” I replied, without a hint of flirtation in my voice.

I then laid on my back, with shaky Ashley nervously rubbing his cock.

He moved between my legs, kissing my mouth, tasting his own cock in it. I felt his soft hair and skin, so grateful that things might go my way.

I raked my nails down his back, feeling a tear stroll down my cheek. I wondered if it was love or just too much sex.

He slid in easily since I was so wet from before. He made semi-long thrusts, not wanting to get too far away from me. I wanted to kiss him deeply through ever moment of it.

His body was art. Each lean limb on his frame propelled him forward, not affecting his youthful energy at all. I wrapped my arms around him, slowly becoming lost in the emotions I fight so deep inside of me.

I knew he would impregnate me from this. As all the pain and happiness from my life flashed before my eyes and I held the man I loved, I told him, “Yes, give me your seed. Cum so deep inside of me, Ashley. Hold me, just please, hold me.”

And so he rested on top of me, burying his thick cock in as deep as it would go, nesting it. His chest came down, crushing my breasts to accommodate him. He gasped “I love you” about a hundred times as he prepared for his most powerful and loving cum inside a woman.

We both cried a little, neither of us sure of why. I felt his cock erupt hot sperm and it flooded inside me. I leaned my head back, feeling my innermost muscles spasming, overwhelming Ashley a little.

We held each other as he grew soft and slid out of me. We woke up many hours later, with his soft cock resting on my thigh.

This dreamboat of a boy, who carried the joy of the universe in his eyes, had just impregnated me. He didn’t know what he was getting into, and neither did I.

I only became hornier as the months passed. My large belly, weakened thighs, and swollen breasts hadn’t really slowed me down.

Sex had actually become easier. I would just lay down and relax while Ashley performed beautifully.

But something changed at around six and a half months. My pussy had grown very demanding, to the point where that was all I could think about.

Ashley would exhaust himself trying to please me, and I really didn’t want him to think I was a slut, but I had no choice.

He was a little worried about the baby, but I knew it’d be okay. I just had to get more cum in me somehow.

As Ashley drained himself to go to school, work, and fuck me, I quit school.

I had instead decided I needed to worry about priority number one: getting male cum inside me.

A man I had met at a bar, a drunk named Phil, had assured me all the cum I could handle.

Twice a day he’d come over to fill me up good and eat.

He was kinky too. He liked to smack my pregnant ass while he brutally took me from behind. It was hot. I didn’t feel love for him the way I did for Ashley, but it was sex.

Another thing he liked to do was molest my now lactating breasts and drink from me. I loved it.

Slowly, he’d put his lips on my nipple, urging the milk to come out. He’d gently rub his hand on my pussy, making a velvety lather appear on his hand.

As I relaxed, he’d attempt to shove his big fist inside of me, and chew and suck hard on my breasts, letting my pregnant tits nourish his body.

As much as I loved the rough sex, I was beginning to feel a tidbit abused. I longed to have Ashley whenever I wanted, to feel his loving, long strokes penetrate me.

I felt immense guilt whenever I saw him. He was faithful, gorgeous, and hard-working. He had sacrificed his adolescence and easy life for the family I demanded we create.

His fit body would fall into a deep state of unconsciousness whenever his head hit the pillow.

And through it all, he remained madly in love with me, buying me little presents, taking me to the doctor, and giving me foot massages.

We had decided to have sex that night. He eased my clothes off my large body, being as gentle as possible.

As we slowly and easily made love, I noticed an odd difference in Ashley. As sweet and loving as he was being, I didn’t see Heaven in his eyes. In fact, as impossible as it seemed, he was actually intimidating me.

I tried to relax and enjoy myself but it just wasn’t happening.

Ashley leaned in and kissed my ear and then said, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing.” I gave him a weak smile.

“No, something is wrong,” he licked my ear passionately.

“No, no,” I reassured him.

“Maybe a little guilt?”

I swallowed hard, “I’m suddenly not feeling so good-”

“Too worn out from your other boyfriend?” He bit my earlobe and I screamed. “It’s okay honey, I’ll make you all better.”

I tried to get him off of me in vain. I was caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Shit, I thought. What was he going to do now? I just couldn’t lose the man I love.

“If I were you, I would be a very good girl now.”

“Please, please Ashley I will be, just get off of me now?”

“Baby, baby, baby girl,” he began nuzzling my neck as I lied frozen stiff, “I just want you to know that I love you, and I won’t accept that. Now I hear your boyfriend likes to spank your pregnant ass?”

“No honey, please no.”

He pulled my weighted body down and bent me over the bed.

I couldn’t help but cry. He had degraded me somehow. I was humiliated. “No please, I’ll never do it again.”

When he was finished, I sprawled out on the floor and sobbed at his feet. How could I have been such a fool? Only a good for nothing slutty bitch would do the type of things I’d done.

“Please hold me Ashley, I’m sorry.”

“You know I want to Love, but I can’t let you do that to us again.” He then helped me onto the bed and put me face down.

I felt his long fingers trailing along my asshole, making me beyond nervous.

I had no warning as his cock filled my tight virgin ass, already sore from the punishment. “Ashley! Oh god no,” I pouted.

How could my loving, sweet, innocent little Ashley be doing this to me? It was too much for me to take; the emotional pain along with the physical brutality, I’d struggle if only I wasn’t so turned on.

“Take it all you damn cunt!” His hands pulled at my hair, scaring me slightly more.

My fingers squeezed restlessly at the mattress. I was so angry at myself. At least I wouldn’t have to face him with such guilt anymore.

Now Ashley did have a good sized cock, but I can’t begin to tell you how huge it felt in my ass, all that with my weight on my pregnant belly.

When the anal beating was over, he turned me over and started kissing my tears away. “Don’t ever make me do that to you again.”

“I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He then put my nipple in his mouth and forced me to nurse him. My exhausted body fed him and loved him just like he did for me.

Do you need a feeding? Call Me!

Pregnant Fetish

The sensuality of a fertile woman is a natural animal instinct that attracts men. Maiesiophiliacs are pregnancy fetishists; they find different aspects of pregnancy highly erotic and seek out women who are carrying or in some cases appear to be with child. There are many facets to maiesiophilia; some prefer the entire pregnant package, and others are more attracted to emotional changes, while others find that the physical changes lure them.

Alana Love is a pregnant sex worker at the Bunny Ranch, a legal brothel in Reno Nevada. She decided to become an employee at the ranch after she became pregnant and is a popular pick amongst its customers. On an episode on The Tyra Banks Show, a clip from Bunny Ranch line-up shows a patron who flew to Nevada in the hopes of spending some time with Love before she goes on maternity leave. Love is such a popular pick at the Bunny Ranch that Hustler asked her to grace their pages to be a pregnant pin-up.alana-love-bunny-ranch-1

We live in a society that treasures breasts not for their intended purposes but for their sex appeal. Plump large breasts are an obsession for many and a seemingly positive aspect of changes that occur during pregnancy; however, it may only be something positive for breast obsessed. Often, breasts are tender and swollen to the touch during this time as the ducts are beginning to fill with milk. While a pair of lactating breasts is not what many yearn for, others find a lactating breast a succulent feast. Lactophilia is a type of maiesiophilia that occurs after a woman gives birth and begins an adult nursing relationship (ANR) with her partner. A woman does not have to give birth to breastfeed; there are medications and methods to induce and continue lactating and fulfilling the fetish. Couples involved in adult breastfeeding typically have to commit to a feeding schedule, as would a mother feeding an infant and a missed feeding usually requires the breasts to be pumped. For some, ANR is similar to a dominant/slave relationship where the bond that develops is the most exciting and comforting part of the fetish. They develop a mutual dependency and need one another for fulfillment. The feeder may enjoy that she provides satisfaction for someone’s need for nurturing and controls the breast.
The positive attention one gets while being pregnant can also help in making it enjoyable and make a woman more likely to do it again without the stipulation of having to raise a child. However, surrogates are not the only ones who are serial birth givers. Women like Nadya Suleman, the Octomom, had six children before giving birth to her octuplets. On an episode of Dr. Phil, when asked if she enjoyed pregnancy, she claimed to hate it though she felt having six children were not enough. Despite Suleman’s claims, the attention the pregnancy and birth of her octuplets has brought her is probably more than she can ever imagine and if a fetish for being pregnant and giving birth is not what she realizes she has, this serial mom just has the common fetish in the world— attention seeking.

Appreciation and arousal for the pregnant body is not only left to fetishists. It is no longer taboo in Hollywood to hide your baby bump. Now, celebrities glamorize pregnancy and flaunt their baby bumps for cameras and magazines. In 1991, Demi Moore posed naked for the cover of Vanity Fair while seven months pregnant and over the years other celebrities followed. Nicole Richie adorned a bikini on the beach showing off her pregnancy.

Daddy’s Little Woman

The bedroom door opened and in the soft glow of the hall light she watched him enter her room,
locking it behind him. He let his robe slide off his shoulders and to the floor, revealing his
nakedness to her. He looked like one of those naked marble statues of a Roman God, except that
unlike those perfect sculptured forms, his body  was warm and alive and his sex was fully erect
and pulsing with desire.For a brief moment she saw his sex fully outlined in profile. She softly
gasped in awe and eager expectation, its huge uncircumcised mushroom-like head just half
revealed behind his generous foreskin. He lifted the sheet and slid in beside her.

Only half an hour before they had been spooning on the couch watching television, with her
mother usually sitting alone in the recliner nodding off to sleep. For the past few months
she had been aware on many occasions of his aroused and rigid manhood that usually found
its way into thecleft of her ass, throbbing and jerking spasmodically with just the thin
material of her nightie and his satin robe preventing their skin from touching. 

It had become an almost nightly ritual for the past 3 months, but nothing was ever said
between them and she would always reluctantly move off the couch and kiss him goodnight
as she took herself to bed. But, tonight had been different. Somehow her nightie had
crept up high behind her, bunching at her waist, but still modestly covering her front.
This left just the thin satin of his robe as the barrier between his erect sex and her
gorgeously rounded buttocks. Then all of a sudden it happened, he moved slightly and
his thick aroused member escaped from his loosely tied robe to lodge firmly between her cheeks.

Their silent lustful hug, seemingly innocent as viewed by her mother, was interrupted by
her mom saying it was time for bed. Somehow he had managed to cover himself modestly
before she arose from the couch, her nightie falling back into place, as she kissed him
on the cheek and went to bed. 

She had been hoping that tonight that the temptation would break the taboo. Now he was
in her bed, his strong powerful arms wrapped around her. His strong but gentle hand made
its way down between her thighs, his fingers weaving a path through her soft luxuriant growth.
The first touch of his fingers on her wet slit caused her gasp aloud. "Oh yes Daddy, yes,
touch me, touch me," she whispered. 

For 10 minutes his fingers worked their magic along her slit and over her clit until finally
she could not stop the tidal wave of pleasure exploding in her cunt. Her thighs straightened
and her muscles locked, she thrust her pubis forward towards his invading fingers and groaned,
gushing a river of nectar from her sex as she was enveloped in the most amazing orgasm of her
life. He was gentle and understanding, not over stimulating her and letting her enjoy her
pulsing throbbing orgasm without any other expectation.
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They lay in silence for several minutes and then her arousal and need for another orgasm arose. "Oh Daddy, that was so beautiful, so lovely
Daddy... please come inside me now Daddy." Although he wanted to penetrate her, he wanted it to be her desire as well, and he did
not want to force her or hurt her. "Oh baby, are you sure this what you want?" She took a firm hold of his huge throbbing cock, now
leaking pre-cum profusely."Yes, Daddy, this what I want, I want this beautiful cock in my cunt Daddy, shove it into me now Daddy." 

He positioned himself above her and between her outspread virgin thighs, but he was still very hesitant."Oh darling, I don’t want to hurt you,
my cock is big, even for mature women baby." She grabbed his cock firmly and masturbated it lovingly. "Daddy, don’t worry, I have been playing
with Mommy’s dildo for the past year now and I can now get all of its 7 inches inside me, besides Daddy, I’m a teenager now and no longer a little
girl, make me a woman Daddy, make me a woman," she whispered insistently with desire.

"Oh baby, baby, my beautiful little woman, my beautiful little woman," he groaned as he slid his thick shaft into his daughter.
For several minutes he slid his huge throbbing cock slowly in and out of his daughters sopping wet cunt, not wanting to unleash his full load
until he had experienced the maximum amount of time the amazing pleasure from this forbidden lust. The both of them were groaning and gasping as they
were washed by waves of pleasure. But eventually he knew he could not restrain himself and began to pound her fiercely with powerful thrusts
of his hard sperm lance. "That’s it Daddy, that’s it Daddy, fuck your little girl Daddy,fuck me hard", she groaned in a tempting whisper.
"Oh baby, baby, I’m going to have to pull out darling,because Daddy is about to blow." She grabbed his powerfully flexing ass firmly and opened
her thighs even further."Don’t pull out Daddy, don’t pull out, blow in me Daddy, blow in me." 

Momentarily he stopped thrusting and looked at her intently, in the strong moonlight they were able to now see each others faces clearly:
"Oh darling, I can’t, I may make you pregnant."She looked at her father with a look of hungry lust and a smile: "Do it Daddy, do it,
sperm me Daddy, pump me full of your creamy cum Daddy and make a baby in me. I want your baby Daddy, I want to make a baby for you Daddy." 

That was too much for him to resist. He let out a primal cry of lust, something from deep within him that touched on the primal instinct
for a male to spread his seed and began to root his huge cock into his 13 year old little girl, his little woman, in a frenzy of lust.
She met his thrusts with equally rampant thrusts of her own, feeling her second orgasm approaching fast. By now both of them were
caught up in a powerful whirlpool of lust and pleasure, each thrust bringing on a new wave of pleasure, pleasure that was
increasing, the ecstasy was now about to envelop them. They now didn’t care about their voices as their incestuous lust consumed them. 

"FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK THAT BIG DADDY COCK RIGHT UP ME!

GO ON... GO ON... SPUNK MY CUNT! SPUNK MY CUNT!!"

He gave one final cry: "ARRRRHHH! HERE IT IS! HERE IT IS! AAARRRGGGGHHHH! OH FUCK! HERE COMES OUR BABY."

His huge cock then poured forth with its first thick gush of hot creamy spunk, incestuous spunk, sperm infused spunk.
The force, heat and thickness of that first spurt was so great that she felt it splashing against the walls of her cunt.
Lovely warm fertile Daddy-spunk was gushing into her, millions of sperm all swimming into her womb to find her eggs and make them a baby.