Naughty daughter has her father firmly in her grasp until he cums early all over her

Mother has just left and the father can no longer hold back his perverted urges toward his daughter. He dominates her for a moment, but she switches the fun!

- This story is based on a text-based Role Play that I carried out a few days ago. That's why it's not as long as my usual stories. I hope you enjoy the slightly faster pace! -

It was Saturday morning, and I was lounging in the living room, shirtless and wearing nothing but gray jogging pants. My cock was still half-hard from the night, creating a visible bulge against the fabric. I was deep into a book, enjoying a weekend free of work and meetings. My wife was away; while it wasn't a tragedy, her absence gave us a certain kind of freedom. We had been loud in the bedroom last night before she left.

Around 10 a.m., Marie, my nineteen-year-old daughter, walked into the room. She looked sleepy, which was odd since she's usually the first one up. She stopped beside the couch and stretched her arms high over her head. She was wearing a cropped, white blouse that left her stomach bare, with the top four buttons left open. Below, she wore a long, airy beige skirt that reached her calves, fastened with large brown buttons.

"Good morning... Daddy..." she yawned.

I looked up from my book and took her in. I watched the thin fabric glide up over her belly, seeing the outline of her full breasts pressing against the cloth as she stretched. Images immediately flooded my mind—images I knew weren't exactly proper. I took a breath, feeling my cock twitch, and set the book aside.

"Did you sleep well, little one?" I asked caringly, gesturing for her to come closer.

I placed my heavy hands on her waist and pulled her toward me. My gaze wandered down, tracing that innocent beige skirt down to her calves. Marie leaned into my grip and tilted her head.

"Actually... I didn't sleep very well last night... probably the moon or something," she said with a thin smile to hide a lie, then ruffled my hair. "But I'm sure I'll be awake soon, Daddy. Today is mom-free day, so we have to figure out what we want to do."

My heavy hands moved from her waist down to her backside. My fingers brushed against her cheeks, but that was all for the moment.

"I certainly hope you'll be awake soon," I grinned, giving her a playful smack on the rear. I turned her around in a circle, admiring her. "I love how beautiful you are, pumpkin," I grumbled, stroking her side and moving my hand up to her cheek. "We could just stay here, or head to the pool."

Marie let herself be turned and giggled. "Daddy! I'm just as beautiful as I was yesterday... or the day before..." she teased. "Hrm... yeah, I think staying here is better too... we've been on the road so much these last few days in this heat, I don't have much desire to go anywhere."

"Yes, it's way too hot," I replied. I stroked my hand down between Marie's breasts and played with her top closed button. I opened it and pointed to my lap. "Come here and sit on my lap." I said.

As I pulled her close, I took in the sight of her perfect, sweet body. Truthfully, I had been dreaming about this exact view yesterday while I was inside her mother. Marie’s eyes followed my hand dreamily. Her breathing grew heavy and she couldn't help but bite her lip.

She lowered herself onto my lap, leaning back and letting her full weight settle against me. Than she looked down at her outfit and then glanced up at me with a soft smile. "That's why I'm wearing the little blouse and the skirt... nice and airy... and I think it's cute buttoned like this."

My hands wandered along her sides, sliding under the fabric of her blouse to touch her belly and the base of her breasts before drifting back down. I moved over her skirt and thighs, bunching the fabric together as I worked my way back up. I pressed a kiss to her neck and then her shoulder.

"You really chose the outfit well, little one," I whispered. "I like the tiny blouse and the pretty skirt."

Marie’s nostrils flared. She leaned deeper into me, letting out a heavy, enjoying exhale. A soft "Mhmmm..." escaped her as she pressed her neck against my lips.

"You have good taste, Daddy... maybe mom should wear something like this more often," she whispered.

"Yes, she should," I grumbled into her shoulder. While one hand stroked her naked thigh under the skirt, the other moved back to her blouse. I opened another button and caressed her around her breasts. "I love how you dress..."

Marie's entire body jerked briefly, her toes curling as my hand moved along her thighs. She closed her eyes, her upper lip trembled.

Her voice was now barely a breath. "Yes... do you love it, Daddy? I have so many... little blouses and skirts... I can look sweet almost all the time..."

The way she reacted drove me crazy. Marie could feel my hard cock twitching against her backside, growing even firmer.

"Good. I want you to always dress this sweetly from now on, Marie. Skirts and little sweet blouses. Buttoned up well-behaving. That way I'll always think of you when I'm sleeping with your mom, like I did yesterday..."

I ran my thumb along her soft, warm lower lip. At the same time, my hand wandered a bit higher under her skirt.

"Like yesterday... yes...? It... sounded so... hot..." Marie moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts forward against the blouse.

She rubbed her thigh against my hand, pressing herself into me so that I could slid further up her leg without even trying. When she turned her head toward me, her eyes opened slowly. They were dark and hungry all at once. Her lips quivered as she struggled to get the words out.

"I would have loved to be... oh... so much loved to be between you two last night... daddy..."

Seeing her like that—the way she looked at me and the way her delicate body arched toward mine—made me let out a deep groan. She felt the vibration of it against her back. My hand drifted higher up her thigh until my fingertips brushed against her tender pussy, tracing her gently with light pressure. Using my other hand, I lifted her chin and looked deep into her beautiful eyes.

"And I would have loved to feel your body, your breath, and your skin," I rumbled.

As my fingertips traced her small labia, Marie’s thighs tensed completely. She tensed her legs straight forward into the air, her toes cramping with excitement. Her whole body went rigid, and her breathing became loud, hectic, and uneven. While I held her chin, her nostrils fluttered and her eyes darted across my face. She was visibly aroused, her entire frame shaking from the forbidden urge.

My words made her moan, but she didn't get a chance to speak because our lips met in the next moment. Her mouth opened slightly during the kiss, and my tongue stroked along her front teeth. Her small tongue tried to wrap around mine, but it was far too small; I guided it easily. While my experienced tongue played with hers, my hand landed on her left breast.

Her breast disappeared completely in my palm. I pressed her delicate body firmly against mine.

"You think I'm so much prettier than Mom... ohhh... yes daddy?" Marie moaned.

"Mhh... a lot..." I groaned against her, making her lips vibrate.

I massaged her sweet little labia with more pressure. I gently pulled them apart with my big fingers, keeping my eyes open to enjoy every single one of her reactions. Our kiss became wetter, and my touches grew firmer and more demanding. She moaned into my mouth, snuggling as close as she possibly could. Marie clawed her fingers into my pants to hold on, her knuckles turning white from the pressure, her tense legs twitching in little impulses as I pampered her.

My big tongue brought so much saliva into her small mouth that I could feel it filling up. Her moans became duller and wetter, almost bubbling. A bit of saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth as I finally pulled my lips away with a wet pop.

"Don't move," I whispered, though I didn't give her a chance to answer.

I gave her a quick smack, licked my lips, and suddenly hoisted her up by the waist. Before she could process what was happening, I flipped her sweet, delicate body over the side of the couch. She wasn't expecting the lift; her eyes snapped open and she let out a startled, "HUH?! Ohhh..."

Her belly rested on the edge of the cushions while her legs stretched back toward me. Marie’s hair spilled over her face and a thin string of saliva hung from her chin, dripping toward the laminate floor. She braced herself with her arms, spreading her legs wide as I crawled beneath her skirt. Before she could even catch her breath, she felt my wet lips traveling up her thigh, climbing higher until my tongue reached her pussy.

I gripped Marie's firm ass with both hands and licked slowly around her clit. With barely any pressure, I moved upward between her lips, using my broad tongue to taste her entrance and her perineum. My sweet daughter tasted like heaven. Her eyes began rolling back into her head as I started to investigate her tiny holes with my tongue. Her legs twitched against me, and her arms shook as she struggled to hold herself up through the waves of arousal.

Marie’s mouth hung open, panting for air. As my tongue wandered up over her rosette, she squeaked like a piglet, her thighs shaking wildly.

"OH... oh.... Daddy... it tickles my butthole so much," she moaned, half-panting. "Ohhh daddy, I love it when it tickles."

I gripped her legs firmly to hold her in place, my dripping tongue licking her asshole, pressing against it again and again. Slowly, I increased the pressure, letting my tongue penetrate her slightly.

"Mhh, you're doing great. Breathe out deeply and relax," I rumbled in a firm voice. Then, I pushed in deeper.

Because of its size, my tongue put enormous pressure on her little asshole. She grit her teeth, her entire body tensing up. I could see the veins pulling along her neck from the intensity. Her head turned red from hanging upside down, and her brown eyes strained wide open. She couldn't suppress it; a tortured, aroused sound escaped through her clenched teeth.

"HRNgghhhhh.... Ouhhrghhhhh..."

She wasn't relaxing at all. "Ohhh.... OUH... my butt... Daddy.... ouh...." she gasped thinly.

I let out a greedy, animalistic moan and pressed my large, wet tongue even firmer into her petite hole. Marie's mouth opened in a silent scream. The veins in her neck pressed out even further, and her eyes looked like they were about to pop. She felt the saliva dripping down from her asshole, over her perineum, and toward her pussy.

Finally, I released her. As the pressure let up, she found her voice again.

"Oh... GOD.... Daddy.... ouhhh...."

In the next moment, she let herself be pulled up.

"You’re a little mess," I chuckled, watching a string of saliva drip from her chin onto her collar as I pulled her onto my lap. I looked at her with pure greed, my hunger for her making my blood roar.

"You look so unbelievably good, my little princess," I rumbled. My breath was heavy as I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my other hand wandering over her curves. "Do you want to make daddy happy, pumpkin?" I asked, kneading her breasts firmly and pulling on her nipples through the thin fabric.

Marie sat obediently, looking both docile and desperate. She placed a fingertip in her mouth, her face flushed bright red from the short anal play. Her hungry brown eyes tracked the movement of my lips, waiting for my next command. She nodded softly, a loving smile playing on her lips.

"Yes please, daddy... I want to make you happy," she whispered.

My muscular chest heaved. I had to swallow hard and bite my lower lip to keep from losing it right then. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lifted her from my lap and set her between my legs.

"Kneel down and take off my pants, pumpkin," I ordered, stroking her head. My cock was already straining against the fabric, the curve and thickness obvious to anyone looking.

Marie obeyed, letting me position her. Before she knelt, her skirt slid down and a few large brown buttons clicked against the laminate floor. She placed her hands gently on my thighs, staring at the bulge in my pants. She licked her lips once, then slid her hands up toward my waistband. Her fingers clawed in, pulling my pants and underwear down with a little help from me.

My cock sprang out, free and hard. Marie’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She had never seen something so fat and rigid. Biting her lip, she stripped the pants off completely and tossed them aside.

Then, Marie adjusted her blouse. She teasingly ran a finger down the button placket, looking up at me with a puppy-dog gaze.

"Oh... daddy? Am I your sweet, buttoned-up princess?" she asked. She placed her other hand on my stomach, letting it glide slowly down toward my shaft.

"Mhmm, fuck," I groaned. Her delicate fingers moved over the buttons, her voice a sweet whisper in my ear. I breathed in sharply and leaned back, feeling the weight of my balls hanging full and heavy, my glans glistening with drops of pre-cum.

"Oh yes, my beautiful, sweet princess. You make daddy so incredibly proud," I groaned. I couldn't take my eyes off her body or the way her breasts were perfectly outlined under that tiny half opened blouse.

Marie’s fingers danced around my shaft, occasionally stroking my balls. A slender smile spread across her face. She bit the center of her lip with her front teeth.

"Don't take your eyes off me, Daddy... Mom doesn't get dressed up for you like I do," she murmured teasingly. Then,

Marie's small hand wrapped around my shaft, her grip firm yet gentle. She started to slide her hand upward, stroking me with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Uhmmm... you're so big, Daddy... just right for me..." she whispered.

A deep groan escaped my throat. I couldn't take my eyes off her fingers, watching them move. I wanted more—so much more. I brushed the back of my finger across her cheek, my hips thrusting forward instinctively. She must have felt me grow harder in her palm as the first drops of pre-cum began to coat her skin. My hand wandered from her cheek to the nape of her neck.

"You are perfect, my beautiful girl," I murmured.

Marie leaned her head back into my grip, humming softly. "Hmmm... thank you, Daddy."

She leaned in closer to my member, then suddenly let go. She paused to look at her hand, seeing the way her skin glittered, lubricated by my release. She bit her lip, then slowly brought her fingers to her mouth. Like a cat, she extended her tongue and licked herself clean, humming with enjoyment.

More drops of pleasure gathered at the tip of my glans. Using her index finger, she caught a bead and let it run slowly along her finger. Then, she moved that finger to her chest, smearing my juices across the placket of her blouse. The buttons glistened wetly. She looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes.

"You like it like this, Daddy... don't you? You make so much juice for me..." she giggled, gripping me once again. This time, she increased the pressure, stroking me with more intensity.

"That's exactly how I like it, my princess!" I groaned, hypnotized by her touch. My shaft twitched violently. "You're already doing this so much better than your mom. If you keep going, you'll have even more juice, pumpkin."

My voice sounded deeper, raspier. My breath grew heavy, and my grip on the back of her neck tightened, becoming more possessive. Marie lifted her chin, breathing heavily through her nose as she felt the pressure of my hand. Her eyes were wide and greedy, locked onto mine.

She let go of her blouse with her free hand, wrapping both hands around my penis now. She began to pump me wildly, her breathing turning into strained gasps. Sweat started to bead on my forehead. I gasped, staring at her with pure lust.

"More juice? More... please... a big load from you, Daddy, for every button... one big load. Oh, Daddy... I'm working so hard for you... Oh... yes..." she moaned, her voice strained from the effort.

My breathing grew louder and faster. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I knew she could feel my cock pulsing in her grip. I looked deep into her eyes, my lips slightly parted. My entire shaft was wet now, and every movement of her hands made a loud, squelching sound. Everything about her was driving me crazy.

The way she looked at me, that outfit, and the filth coming out of her mouth triggered something primal deep inside. It pushed me over the edge. My eyes widened and a loud groan escaped my throat as I thrust my hips hard against her. Marie saw it coming; her mouth dropped open in anticipation, her eyes wide and searching. Like a woman possessed, she began to pump my cock with everything she had, her gasps growing strained and loud with every rhythmic motion.

Then, I exploded like a volcano.

Under her palms, she felt me pumping warm sperm out in heavy, violent bursts that wouldn't stop. Marie’s face twisted in pure astonishment at the sheer volume of the load. The first splash flew incredibly high, landing with a loud slap on the laminate floor beside her. Reacting instantly, she threw herself on top of me and let go of my shaft. Her hands gripped my shoulders and her head rested beside mine as my body twitched under her weight. The following eruptions sprayed massive loads across her entire blouse, dripping back down onto my skin.

Marie’s body shuddered in sync with mine, and she gasped into my ear, breathless with excitement. "Yes daddy... you're doing great! You're doing it so well... you're hitting every button for me... so sweet daddy... so sweet... everything for your buttoned princess," she whispered, stroking my cheek with a loving touch.

To be continued soon...