My daughter Sophia and my XL cock - Ch. 1

“Do you really have a horse cock, Daddy?"

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This is an introduction.

Introductions might sometimes be a little "slow", because I might want to set up the story “environment” first.

Please comment, Or even better, send me feedback! I am eager to learn and listen! Comments are very useful!

Oh, BTW, this intro, it's 3000 words. Grab a beer, and have your fly halfway open.

Just saying.

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My teenage daughter Sophia had a tendency to surprise me, a single parent dad, with the most intimate questions a growing-up woman could possibly ask, usually at our Saturday breakfast.

Don’t get me wrong, I try to be a good parent, and she told me herself that she really feels comfortable asking me all kinds of questions. Questions of the kind normally the mother would take care of, but her mother divorced me on ”irreconcilable differences." As the divorce judge probed some more about her issues with me, her lawyer mumbled something like “anatomical differences" and “differences too big to overcome. " I didn’t understand what he meant with that, but the judge did. It must have been some courtroom slang, I guess. Anyway. The whole divorce thing still took six months.

The judge had decided that my daughter should live with me. Well, the truth is, the judge had asked my daughter Sophia, before telling us her final verdict, what my daughter truly wanted. The judge had taken an hour off her schedule to give Sophia all the time to think wisely about her decision, but this was not needed, apparently. Sophia chose me immediately, without thinking. I heard about this weeks later from a witness. I must have been doing something right, I thought, feeling a little bit proud.

After the verdict, the judge explained to me a couple of things regarding my duties and other laws about single parenting, such as my wife having the right to visit our daughter and the amount of alimony she had to pay to me. I was a bit distracted, thinking more about how to set up a room for my daughter in my penthouse, which right now was clearly set up for a single man.

As I chatted with my lawyer outside the courtroom, right after the verdict, I asked her what this “anatomical” thing was. Josephine, my lawyer, looked at me and gave me with her eyes a slightly sexy look, replying, as forward as she always was, “You have a very big cock.”

I swallowed, and before I could say anything, she added, “Too big for your ex-wife, anyway. Maybe not for other women," as her eyes locked with mine.

I didn’t reply to that, but right then she gave me her private business card. “Let’s have a drink one day; call me anytime.” And she winked at me, saying goodbye with a soft kiss on my cheek, right in front of my ex-wife. And then she whispered in my ear that her calendar is wide open for me…

Once we all left the courthouse, her mom said goodbye, and Sophia was looking eagerly at me with her young, hopeful puppy eyes. Now that I looked at her carefully, I realized what a pretty young woman she was. She was only 5.2 ft (1.60 m), but her blonde hair combined with killer green eyes would make every man go weak in his knees. I had never judged her as a woman, but for the first time, I saw that she had a great pair of perky, young, juicy boobs, and her matching-in-size ass was to die for. I wanted to eat her ass out right in that instant. This time, I was looking at my daughter as a man, and I was sure that one day she would stir many cocks, including mine.

“Are you hungry?” It was the first thing I asked, because that would be a good opportunity for us to talk about things. Sophia nodded, smiling.

“Pancakes?”

She nodded again, with an even bigger smile; pancakes were her “special celebration” lunch.

As we were sitting in our booth, once we had ordered, I started the topic of getting her a bedroom of her own. I had enough money saved and coming in regularly, so it wouldn’t affect me financially.

"Listen, Sophia,” I commenced, “I propose that I hire a contractor so we can build a bedroom just for you. How would you like that?”

“That would be cool, Dad!" She almost shouted.

I smiled; I hit the bull's-eye again with my daughter and decided to kick it up a notch by adding, “And how about if you get your own bathroom too?”

She quickly stood up and ran around the table to hug me. “You are the best dad I could ask for!” She cried, her eyes wet from emotions. I hugged her back and replied, “Then we have a deal!”

That afternoon flew by; so many topics she asked about, and before we knew it, we had been at the pancake house a solid four hours. We talked about everything: the organization of living together, how to get to school from my place, missing her mom or not, stupid boyfriends, her senior year in high school, what kind of job she would like to have one day, and so on. I always tried to find a compromise between what I thought was best for her and her right to make her own decisions. Like going to college instead of working after high school.

“I need the money, Dad. I really need the money.” She replied as I started asking her about her future plans, gently trying to push her to forget about making money and study instead. “You don’t want me to whore out my young mouth and suck on those big cocks of strangers behind the bus station, right?”

Silence.

“You know daddy, all those big cocks pumping their warm cum inside my teenage mouth, making me swallow it all for just another 10 bucks extra?”

“And once the word is spread that there is a young slut sucking on cocks, men will be queuing up in line to fill my eager and thirsty little mouth?”

“And Daddy, we both know where good cock sucking will lead to, don’t we?”

“It won’t be long before the first pussy-fuck requests are made. Married men offering your daughter up to 500 dollars to penetrate that sweet, tight pink heaven of hers.”

“Some of them might be your colleagues, and they will brag about it during the lunch hour in the company canteen. About how they managed, by just paying me a little bit extra, to fuck me bareback and flood that young tunnel of mine with their warm seed.”

Of course, I countered with the simple question, ”How much do you need each month?”

Sophia thought about it for a moment and answered, “Between 450 and 500 dollars.”

I smiled, not trying to make fun of her. My ex had to pay me 800 dollars alimony a month, but Sophia didn’t know this. I decided to be honest with her and told her this, adding that any other expenses like college, events, trips, and so on would be on me. We agreed on me paying 500 dollars to her directly in order to prevent any lawsuits from my ex. For all extras, she simply had to ask me. I also told her I would set up a savings account for her for unexpected costs, with me transferring automatically each month the remaining 300 USD. The savings account had a two-working-day delay, so wild spending was not possible.

Sophia nodded, happy; her path to college was now wide open.

“OK, so let’s see. I will call a contractor first thing tomorrow. Let’s hope they can build you a nice room within two or three weeks. Until then, you can sleep in my bed; I will hit the couch.”

"Dad," my daughter answered, "don't be so old-fashioned. We can sleep in the same bed.”

“Are you sure about that, Cootie Bug?”

Sophia smiled, hearing my nickname for her again, for the first time in months. “Yes, I am sure, Dad. Don’t be so prude. I am not going to bite you. Unless you want me to.”

I hated that cliché, but I wouldn’t mind my daughter doing so.

“Would you?” I teased her back, trying to be the tough guy.

“I have bitten before, Daddy."

Silence.

“OK. Then it's settled, but only until you have your own room.”

“Sure, Dad. Do you sleep naked?” Sophia asked. “I do.” She whispered. "Butt naked, Daddy."

I hadn’t thought about that, so I shook my head, lying but not saying anything. I wonder how I would feel when this cutie was sleeping naked next to me. Especially watching her sleep, me gently pulling the bedsheets down to see those naked boobies of hers. Those young breasts slowly rising up and down with each breath, her soft pink nipples screaming to be sucked on by her daddy.

“Great! Let’s go fetch my stuff, Dad."

Sophia had been bird-nesting the last six months during the trial with her aunt to have the least interference from both her parents until the verdict date. We picked up “all” her stuff, which was not much. I called my boss and told him the situation, needing a week or two to organize things. He was divorced too, so he fully understood. “Take three if needed.”

Once we arrived at my place, she was amazed. The moment my wife wanted to divorce me, I went and searched for a place for me; I didn’t want to stay in the old house I had shared so many years with my ex. There was nothing on the market but a penthouse for singles. It reminded me of two old movies, the Miami Vice series and this three men and a baby movie. The penthouse was very modern and had a great roof terrace, with a view over the entire bay area.

My bedroom was pretty large, and in the past six months I had bought all the necessary things for a well-stocked place, such as a wine rack, a second cooler for alcohol, a pool table, and all these kinds of things. Right now, I realize they were very single-life oriented. I didn’t even have a set of extra bedsheets, I just realized, or like a second pillow for her to sleep on. Whatever. She could have mine, I thought.

I showed her the place and where she could find everything. I told her that she was not 21 yet, but I didn’t mind if she would drink alcohol occasionally, as long as it was only at our place. Some more explanation followed, and I told her the left bedstand was hers.

Sophia was like a little hurricane going through the house, unpacking everywhere, and storing her stuff in the bathroom, the living room, and finally, the bedroom. I just sat down with a beer on the terrace, letting her be the young energetic woman she was. What a change in my life!

“Dad?” I heard her ask from the bedroom, “Where shall I leave these?" as she was emptying her bedstand.

I looked over my shoulder as she approached the terrace, holding in her hand my stock of Trojan XL condoms.

Oops. I thought. And I blushed for the first time in a long time. "Errg… just put them in my bedstand, thanks.” I somehow managed to say to her.

“Do you really need XL, Dad?” She asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

I didn’t know what to say, so I watered it down, telling her it was a birthday prank from Jonathan, my best friend. She didn’t believe a word I said but gave me the benefit of the doubt and walked away again.

Sophia then turned around and asked if I have a girlfriend. I said no. She gave me some kind of a content smile I really couldn’t place.

The rest of the day was uneventful until dinner.

“Do you like Italian?” I asked my daughter, knowing damn well she did. Are you trying to make an impression? I asked myself. Trying to be the man?

“Sure, love to!”

“OK, I will go pick it up. The delivery service is horrible from the place I have in mind, but the food is amazing.”

“I will set the table on the terrace," my daughter replied. Outside made sense; it was a warm summer night, and even if I had climate control, if there was no need to use it, I would leave it off. Outside would be perfect.

“Would you like to have some Prosecco with your food?” I innocently asked. Asking a teenager if they want alcohol is a no-brainer. Of course, she said yes, smiling at me.

I came back after half an hour, and Sophia had not only set the table, but she had also changed clothes too. She was wearing some kind of black, transparent club blouse; that's how I interpreted the small thing covering her breasts. The two front parts were held together by two buttons only. I tried not to look at her boobies stretching the thin, semi-transparent fabric, but she noticed me glancing. I could clearly see that there was no bra under the blouse, her naughty nipples pushing hard against the sheer fabric. The black mini skirt she wore with it was nothing more than a piece of fabric barely covering her panties, if she wore any at all. I truly started to wonder how adult she really was. And of course, just to kill me, she wore black high heels.

“Are you going out tonight?” I asked, trying to be a normal father, without drooling over her body.

“No. Why, Dad?"

“Because of your outfit?”

“That’s for you.” She replied, locking her eyes with me. “For our dinner date.”

I quickly told her I was going to wash up before dinner and disappeared into the bathroom. I felt her eyes burning holes in my back as I walked away from my sexy daughter.

I washed my face and chest and looked for a towel; all had disappeared somehow. I checked the usual cabinet and found it empty. Sophia had used them all. I opened the other cabinet, and it was stuffed full with all kinds of women's underwear, but no towels. I looked at the underwear again, noticing every single item was meant to seduce a man. Black see-through slips, hold-up stockings, push-up bras, open-cup bras, you name it. I stood there holding a red open-crotch slip as Sophia, who had appeared in the doorway, asked me if I liked it. Not my finest moment, getting red-handed, me sniffing through my daughter´s panties, I can assure you.

“C’mon, Dad, I am hungry.” My daughter said, as she put back her underwear and closed the cabinet door, as if that kind of underwear were totally normal for her age. To me it looked like the back-up wardrobe of a porn studio. "Coming," I said, drying my hands on my shorts. As I followed her to the terrace, I realized she was not growing up any more; she was grown up. A sexy young woman. Walking towards the terrace, her hips swayed in front of me, inviting me to keep staring at her butt. Sophia somehow knew I was staring at my daughter's ass, and she smiled at me, glancing over her shoulder. “Nice butt, Dad?" teasing me.

"Let's eat.” I quickly changed the subject and sat down at the table. Sophia sat on the other side in front of me, her inviting boobs right in front of me. Thank God she filled my plate and poured the wine; I believe my hands were shaking from that indirect, teasing arousal she was causing in me. To my shock, I felt my cock grow, and I carefully placed a napkin on my lap, covering it as well as possible.

We ate in silence until she spoke to me out of the blue.

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

"Are the XL condoms true?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is that your size, Dad?

“Do you really have a horse cock, Daddy?"

I decided not to cover up anymore and nodded yes.

“Can I see it?" she asked, as if it were a normal thing to ask a father.

“No.”

Sophia played it well, giving me a pouting look and replied, “You better lock the door when showering.”

I smiled, making a mental note.

“Did Mom like your cock?”

“Well, you were born, right?” I countered.

“Yes, but did she like it?”

“Guess so.”

“Why the condoms, Dad? You have no girlfriend.”

“Just in case.”

“But you didn’t use them with Mom, right?

“No.”

“So, the condoms have been there forever?”

“Yes.”

“Better throw them away.”

I hadn’t thought about that, and I didn’t know how safe they still were. Yes, I might do that, I thought.

“I bet you that you forgot how to put them on.”

I grinned at her teasing; I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

“I sure do remember.”

“Let me show you, Daddy, just in case.” She smiled, and my daughter grabbed the biggest and straightest Cavendish banana from the fruit bowl. It must have been six or seven inches long. Perhaps even eight. Her hand went into the bowl again and searched for something. To my astonishment, she found one of my XL condoms at the bottom of it!

“Did you put it there?”

Sophia smiled but didn’t reply and peeled the skin off the banana.

I wondered where this was going.

She then unwrapped a Trojan XL and put it against her teenage mouth, gently sucking on it to keep it in place, her mouth making a silent "o-face". The moment she was satisfied about the position of the condom stuck to her young lips and making sure the reservoir tip was pointing towards her, she lowered her mouth over the banana and slowly sank her young mouth down along its shaft. Sophia kept looking at me, expertly unrolling the largest part of the condom on it. What surprised me was how deep she could take the entire banana. It must have been at least 7 inches!

She pulled her head off the banana and looked at the result. The condom itself was almost entirely rolled out; only an inch or so was still rolled together at the base of the banana. She quickly rolled down the remaining inch with her small hand, the banana now fully wrapped in the new protective skin.

“You see, Daddy? This is the best way to put a condom on.”

I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say. Here we have my daughter, I thought, a young slut, highly experienced in rolling out a very long condom all the way over a very hard cock. Because let’s be honest, the only purpose for this, is big, hard cocks, right?

“That’s impressive, babe.” I said, without noticing that her status had changed in my head from a sweet young daughter to a lovely young slut and I started calling her "babe". I wondered what other skills my daughter had.

To be continued.