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A Dance for Daddy
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)
***
Music drifting down the hall from her bedroom, Jill
dances into her father's bedroom on a Saturday morning
intent upon seducing him. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, exh,
1st, mast)
***
It was early Saturday morning and lying in bed under
the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the
hall from his daughter's bedroom, Jill's father looked
up surprised as she danced into his bedroom.
"Wow, baby...where'd you learn to dance like that,
sweetie?"
Her smile contagious Jill looked her father right in
the eye, pointing at him like the girl in the movie
had, dancing to Roxy Music's version of If There Is
Something, mouthing the words to the chorus, "when we
were young."
"...from the TV, Daddy," she beamed sensually, flushed
hot, a heat coursing through her knowing she'd
masturbated to a wrecking orgasm on her father's bed
the morning before, right where he was laying, his
smell in the sheets, her fingers pressing against her
tiny thin panties, her favorite fantasy her father's
cock pressing against her warm little hole through her
flowery little panties, the ones with the bow in
front.
"From the TV," meant from the video she'd watched, the
movie Tokyo Decadence he'd left in his DVD player.
She'd watched it while he was at work, imagining the
man making the woman make herself cum moving for him,
was her father.
Fully in character she felt so soft and sexy and
confident an extension of their playfulness with each
other, already having worked herself up watching
herself dance in her full length mirror, already
buttery warm inside; pushing past her shyness she
turned and wagged her little bottom at him, like a
little girl dog in heat begging for cock she thought
to herself, grinning, her secret thoughts.
Jill had purposefully dressed in just her loose
fitting pink boy-shorts pajama bottoms - she knew how
sexy she looked in them; and, just like one of the
strippers in the video she found on her father's
computer she'd bunched up her pink little half top t-
shirt into the collar barely covering her swollen hot
breasts.
At first, she was just dancing, innocently enough to
the rhythm of the music. Now, she was sliding down the
doorframe and standing back up like she was pole
dancing, getting more and more confident as her father
watched her intently, mimicking the girl in the video,
grinding, swiveling her hips, erotically, just like
the stripper in the movie in front of the huge plate
glass window overlooking downtown Tokyo all the while
mouthing the words to the song...
..." Reveal my secrets
More than enough for me to share
I would put roses round our door"...
She gazed right into her father's brown eyes, him
partially smiling a sort of stunned look on his face,
her long dark-brown hair in pigtails dangling down on
either side of her face, feeling so steamy sexy,
deliciously more than her father's little girl.
She kept smiling at him looking into her eyes, letting
her dance not sure really how else to react being so
surprised by his daughters impromptu performance; his
balls tingling hot, how else was he supposed to react;
his daughter, his little girl, so scantily clad; her
soft skin and smile so radiant, her breasts and
nipples so prominently displayed, her perfect round
glowing little belly, her soft little hips, her boy
shorts making her look so provocative he could grab
her and take her like she wasn't his daughter. She was
like the women he fantasized about, jerked off to, and
suddenly, here she was, his little baby, in his
bedroom his own daughter.
It was so wrong it made his cock jump and swell and
ache with a seething kind of tingling heat. His
daughter, his little girl, her glowing skin the most
erotic thing he'd ever seen. A fine line he sensed he
was about to cross, they, were about to cross, if they
weren't already, her dancing so seductively, his cock
now swollen and thick and hard under the covers for
her. He stared at her lovely round little breasts her
nipples pushing out through the thin cotton tee, and
when he did, Jill pushed her chest out, wanted him to
look.
He'd only been to a strip club twice and back when he
was in college, and even then, he intellectualized the
experience he'd laughed with friends years later
telling the story; and here was his little girl
dancing, like his own private little stripper right in
front of him, even so young so sexually provocatively
gorgeous, everything about her sensuous, erotic,
wholly female and in heat and looking him deeply in
the eyes made him churn with desire a growl rumbling
deep in his chest.
His little girl was making him hard and the harder he
got the more he looked at her like a father shouldn't
be looking at his daughter.
When she jumped onto the bed above him she could have
been twelve bouncing and turning; he laughed with her
trying not to be so aroused, to look at her smooth
bare skin, her loose boy-shorts hiding her little
treasure she knew full well the power of, trying to
not look at her shorts lifting again and again subtly,
furtively revealing her soft bare translucent skin
underneath.
Teasing him with glimpses of her, her inner thighs,
the round of her little bottom, a single father, when
she began rolling her little hips moving to the steady
beat of the rhythm, gyrating, churning inside, biting
her lower lip and smiling at him knowing just how sexy
she was, he felt himself even if a little
uncomfortable let himself feel that sexual urge, began
to watch his little girl openly, her dance for him,
him her only audience in the privacy of their house,
in the privacy of his bedroom.
He stared openly at the V of her groin her jostling
breasts her hardened nipples, into her smoldering
eyes, longer and longer. He looked at her soft little
frame her smooth belly the way she moved, so naturally
feminine, so naturally erotic and lowered the paper
fully into his lap to cover himself, to press against
his straining throbbing hard cock without her seeing.
He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant's, "To Die
For," when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowery
summer dress danced in front of the car headlights.
Lifting her skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her
hips, a scene that stuck with him over the years as
one of the all time most erotic scenes in Hollywood
film, her beautifully feminine thighs, her girlish
tummy, the cleft of her soft little pussy apparent
under her girlish white cotton panties.
Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, him staring at
her soft little baby pussy barely concealed under her
thin little shorts, her curves so incredibly sensual,
his little baby dancing for him; from his prone
position it was like looking up at a stripper on a
stage, from that angle seeing up under her loose
little shorts, the bare smooth heat of her inner
thighs. Her knowingly teasing, glimpses of his
daughter's bare smooth glowing little pussy so clearly
visible under the thin soft fabric.
The more he stared, the more he let himself enjoy her
performing for him, the more he thought things he
shouldn't be feeling for his little girl, his baby
daughter. Naughty taboo incestuous thoughts making him
even harder, thoughts long a secret turn on, his own
little lover, his little girl, his private little
whore sucking his cock, him licking her for her first
time, him lapping at her soft little baby cunny, urged
on by her sweet baby cream flowing out to meet his
mouth, her rocking her tender little hips up to him
between her legs.
His heart beating faster, his judgment clouded, his
cock surging aching hot hard, the cheeks of her bottom
so tantalizingly close as she turned, bent, her shorts
pulling open revealing her entire soft little cunt;
she was perfectly bald smooth, her pink little slit
shiny wet and his mouth so tantalizingly close. Hid
cock bounced as he sucked in his breath.
How utterly beautiful her little pussy was, his
daughter's beautiful bald little mound, her pink
little slit...he imagined sliding his fingers under
her little shorts and touching her, licking her,
pleasuring his little girl, his own daughter making
him so hard. He wanted to reach up and pull her to
him. He wanted to bury his face between her young
legs, lick her soft little baby pussy.
He breathed in the sight of her coltish legs and torso
so elongated, and looked up into her eyes, and smiled
knowingly, this time though like a lover looks at his
partner, blood rushing to his throbbing aching hard
cock, him pressing the back of his hand down against
it under the paper, lifting his hips in sync with
hers, watching his daughter dance for him.
Jill was loving the way her father looked at her,
"this is how the girl did it, on TV, Daddy," she said
breathily, aroused, excited seeing her handsome father
staring right at her barely covered creamy wet little
pussy as she gyrated, seeing him pressing his cock
against his arm, him fucking his hips up toward her
staring at her swollen young breasts.
She felt terribly naughty; what she was doing was
maybe wrong to be doing to her father, but looking
down into his eyes the way she was and the smoldering
way he looked back at her she couldn't stop. The
minute she decided to leave dancing in front of her
mirror and into her father's bedroom, she wasn't a
little girl anymore; she was dancing for him, his own
little whore slippery hot wet, her entire body
tingling. His staring at her made her feel even more
sexy even more sexual, even more like the little whore
she imagined herself being for him when she touched
herself at night.
She saw his cock under the covers, saw it lift the
newspaper up, again, and then again, and felt wickedly
naughty. She'd made him hard, her father, visualizing
his cock thick and straining lifting up the blanket
and newspaper him trying in vain to conceal it. She
saw him press his arm down on top of his erection, and
his hips rise once, twice, rubbing himself. She wanted
to see it, up close, hold it in her warm little hands,
her father's cock, hard and angry and wanting to be
inside her.
She'd seen him naked before, peeking into his bath
when he was showering, his long thick hard cock
standing up soapy and glistening and so, so beautiful.
She'd run back into her room and climbed under her
covers rubbing herself to orgasm touching herself
imagining his warm wet mouth sucking her hot swollen
puffy little breasts, imagined him pulling on his cock
in the shower having seen her, his hands all soapy
touching her everywhere at once, her pulling on it for
him, like the man with the woman in the magazine she'd
taken from his closet, the magazine that had inspired
her to peek on her father, to think about him that
way.
Jill was delighting in watching her Daddy lying just
beneath her, as turned on as she was, responding to
her, aroused by her, his little girl his daughter his
private little whore her eyes gushed into his.
"Daddy, let me show you how the girl in the movie did
it, except Daddy," she paused, making a little girl
pouty expression and so aroused she spoke in an almost
whisper, "the girl on the TV, she-she wasn't wearing
panties, so, I should do it...like that, too, don't
you think, Papa?"
She watched her father's eyes spark and smile, his
mouth hanging open in anticipation.
Before he could even answer, even if he could answer,
she'd stepped over his legs, straddling him at his
knees turned and bent over right above him, him
looking right between her young little legs, at her
perfect little pussy, her soft round little bottom.
Looking into her father's eyes, she tugged her panties
down one side at a time in rhythm to the music,
wiggling her bottom provocatively her handsome father
breathless; all he could think was, "My god, my sexy
little baby."
His heart pounding he desperately wanted to pull on
his cock as he watched his daughter, pressing his
wrist against it making him see stars, his thoughts
perfectly on her, imagining, fantasizing, watching her
movements as if in slow motion, savoring her every
little twist and turn of her lovely little hips,
wanting to see her soft little cunny.
Jill turned slowly her breasts visibly swollen, her
soft feminine little hips rocking and swaying more
deliberately, slowing, accentuating her heat like the
woman in the movie arousing herself, her smiles
flashing hot, her face flushed now too, biting her
lower lip, her visibly excited, making herself so wet
she needed something inside her to fill that place
deep in her warm little belly.
She pictured her father's cock, and felt it deep in
her core, felt her cream dripping down the insides of
her soft pearly bare inner thighs igniting in her a
roiling steamy lust for him his incestuous hot hard
daddy-cock her eyes flashing into his, licking her
lips, her father's...man-cock in her warm wet little
baby pussy.
He saw that look in her eyes as she tipped her panties
down provocatively, teasing, her bald mound satiny
shiny bare smooth, her boy-shorts revealing a damp
spot over her warm little hole.
She saw her father's cock jump as he stared at her
bald little mound, a glimpse of her, of what was to
come, tantalizing, performing for him.
She smiled powerfully, pushing her panties down even
further, past the cleft of her bare soft little baby
cunny.
Seeing him draw in his breath, him lick his lips
looking at her dripping pink little slit, him unable
to pull his eyes away from her tender bare groin,
willing her to reveal herself, to show him all of her,
she turned again, teasing him, wriggling her hips,
pushing her bottom out, her father now more openly
rubbing his cock under the covers.
She could see it, its outline...it was huge and thick
and hard, much bigger than her boyfriends, and her
incestuous thoughts made her gush creamy hot wet. The
thought of his cock, her father's cock touching her
wet little cunny made her gush and her knees weak. She
swiveled and rocked her tender little hips, staring at
it, moving her hips as if her father's cock were
inside her.
Rhythmically undulating she tipped her panties down in
front again, bending over at the waist, causing her t-
shirt to raise up over the lower swell of her breasts,
her nipples threatening to show themselves too, giving
him a first real and total peek at her perfect bald
little cunny, her pink wet little slit.
He drew in his breath, his eyes big, his cock lifting
the blanket.
"Do I dance good, Daddy?" Jill asked breathlessly
looking her father right in the eyes, both so aroused
they were both dripping hot wet with incestuous
desire.
Her little slit, her beautiful belly, her perfectly
smooth mons, her incredible thighs, his lovely
beautiful little baby, his cock so throbbing hot hard
he was lifting his hips without realizing.
Looking right at his daughters shiny little pussy he
growled, "Mmmgghhhyes, baby, Daddy thinks you're an
amazing dancer, better than the girl on TV."
acknowledging he knew the movie she was imitating.
"Do you like...dancing for Daddy, sweetie?" he asked
looking right into his little girl's eyes, already
knowing the answer, not really asking the question.
Jill nodded, biting her lower lip. She stood
transfixed, swiveling her little hips, biting her
lower lip, her father's little girl again, her panties
pushed down, her bald little cunny exposed to him, her
father's gaze making her creamy little pussy throb.
She'd hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her
loose little boy-shorts, and swiveled her hips in slow
motion. She wasn't dancing anymore. She bent at the
waist, her legs straight, her movements now, back and
forth, staring at his cock under the covers, his
gripping it, wagging her little bottom her imagining
her rubbing herself on it, it slipping through her
creamy little folds, sliding through her wet humming
little slit. She licked her lips again and bit her
lower lip her breath gushing through her nose.
He couldn't stop himself; he wanted her to see him
slide his hand under the covers to rub his swollen hot
hard cock. Her eyes followed his hand under the
covers, him stroking his erection as she moved above
him swaying her little bottom back and forth, looking
at his hand under the blankets and then back into his
eyes, and back again.
The look on her face was priceless. He felt powerfully
sexy too. He looked up at his little baby, his face,
savage, hungry for her, her bare belly her soft little
pussy her creamy wet little slit; he could smell her,
her sex, her dripping wet creamy young little cunt,
her glowing heart-shaped little bottom wriggling so
provocatively, her bare bald little cunny calling to
him, the way she bent her knees, rocked her hips,
gyrating, not because she was dancing anymore, but
because her swollen hot little cunt was on fire for
him, dripping slippery hot, creamy wet, her hands
cupping up under her swollen little breasts, his
little lover girl.
Jill turned and arching her back provocatively bent
over. Her legs spread open, her little bottom pushed
out, her frilly boy-shorts down over her bottom past
the opening of her thighs her beautiful bald hot cunny
fully on display, her smooth bald dripping wet little
pussy from behind, pink and swollen.
The newspaper fell off the bed, her father jacking his
cock staring at his little girl's ripe dripping little
baby cunny.
She pushed her panties down until they slid frilly and
delicately over her smooth bare thighs, down her
glistening bare calves, and in time to the music
stepped out of them perfectly feminine, so tiny, so
petite, so girlishly fragile just like the woman had
done in the movie making the man watching her growl
with want.
Standing above her father, straddling his legs, she
turned facing him, her bald little pussy glistening
wet, her sweet little slit open and revealing her pink
inner folds. She heard the rumbling growl rise deep
in her father's chest.
He stared directly at his little girl's perfectly
smooth slit, his daughter so close he could smell her
fragrance, his little girl smiling down at him, a look
of pure flushed sexual arousal in her eyes.
She lowered herself sitting on him straddling his
waist, her warm heat and weight crushing into the
bloated swollen need of his throbbing hard cock as she
began humping her father's lap. A look on her face
feigning she was still just dancing for him making the
moment all the more incestuously hot, fervently
naughty, the two dancing on that precipice, father and
daughter, incestuous lovers, the ultimate taboo so
natural and necessary and absolute in that devastating
moment when her bald little slippery wet cunny touched
the bare underside of father's raging hot hard cock
rising out from under the covers under her, grazing
through her buttery wet folds, electric seething
humming, a moment full of a power neither of them from
that moment on would ever get enough of.
She could barely keep her rhythm, panting, gazing into
her father's eyes, soft mewling girlish sounds
escaping her, her buttery soft little baby cunny so
slippery wet like clouds sliding over her father's
raging hard erection.
With a sparkling heat, he reached out and lightly
barely touched her young swollen hot breasts, the
music filling the room making it all seem surreal,
dreamy, out of body.
Jill gushed out a quivering chiming breath her father
kneading her hot swollen young breasts, began rocking
her hips, sliding her father's cock through her
slippery hot little slit to the rhythm of the music.
She closed her eyes and drew in a breath as he slid
his hand under her tee, sliding his fingertips over
her creamy soft skin, her hot throbbing hard swollen
nipples, her mouth falling open, a soft mewling
gushing hot moan coming from her hearing him ask,
"Your breasts are so sensitive, aren't they baby?"
Jill just nodded, shakily, rocking her pelvis on her
father's lap rubbing her warm tingling little pussy on
her Daddy's hard cock, pushing her soft bare little
tummy forward her back impossibly arched, her breasts
tingling in her father's big hands.
Her t-shirt riding up over her nipples so hard and
swollen and reddish puffy hot...she hoped, begged,
needed her Daddy to touch them even more when he began
rubbing his thumb up and down over her pink little
slit, focusing on her clit as she rocked back and
forth on her father's lap, the music still playing,
them touching in time to the music...
..."Shake your head girl, with your ponytail
Takes me right back [when you were young]
Throw your precious gifts into the air
Watch them fall down [when you were young]
Your love - feel you put them on the ground
It use to fall apart [when you were young]
Your love - feel you put them on the ground
The hills were higher [when you were young]
Your love - feel you put them on the ground
The trees were taller then [when you were young]
Your love - feel you put them on the ground
The grass was greener [when you were young]
Your love could feel you with devotion
Used to walk upon [when you were young]"...
"You're such a good dancer, baby," her father
growled, "for Daddy, baby. Such a beautiful, sexy
little baby for Daddy, does this feel good, baby," he
smiled, in complete control, rubbing her hot little
cunt, squeezing her young swollen breasts pulling on
his daughter's puffy nipples as she rocked back and
forth on his thick aching hard cock so big under his
tiny little baby, his voice reverberating through her.
The more Jill rocked on her father's lap, the more her
movements slid the blankets down his waist exposing
his hugely swollen erection, her dripping wet little
pussy wrapping around it, grinding against it. Rocking
her little hips back and forth, her baby cream pouring
from her so slippery hot wet on her father's huge cock
demanding to be inside her, she murmured,
"love...dancing for you, Papa," moaning as he slid his
hand under her top, pushed the cotton tee up over her
breast, her father's big hand rubbing over her chest,
pulling on her nipples, her father's cock sliding
through her tingling throbbing creamy wet little cunt,
her father reaching behind her and pulling her to him,
her mouth to his, pushing his tongue inside her young
urgent little mouth.
"Oh god Daddyyyy, I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry, I
know... it's... so wrong, but don't make me stop,
Papa," reaching between them, guiding her father's
cock to her hot soft little baby pussy, the big head
of her father's cock sliding through her slippery wet
little slit, and finding her, her quivering warm
little baby hole, spread her open, sliding inside his
little girl, his baby daughter, his incestuous little
lover.
Jill gushed out a breath her father's cock so big and
hard and throbbing hot sinking inside her, filling
her, taking her breath away. His big warm expert hands
everywhere, touching her, pulling her down on him,
taking her. They were already both so aroused, so far
gone it was inevitable they came quickly, together, so
hard the room felt as if it too were exploding.
"Daddyyyyy," Jill gushed, mewling hot, "Daddyyyyyyy,"
desperate, "cummingggg, Papaaaa," his hot hard
incestuous daddy-cock so unimaginably sliding through
her cream so deep inside her little belly, her little
pussy so tight she clung to him as he slid in and out,
"nnngghh, Daddyyyyy," her voice quaking, shaking, his
cock melting her, filling her inch by long inch, each
thrust going deeper inside her, fucking her, filling
her little belly as he kissed her his hand on the back
of her head his fingers gripping her by her hair, her
father slipping his tongue into her mouth, her kissing
him back, on fire as she rocked her little hips taking
him as far as she could inside her, stretching her to
go deeper.
She was already cumming again as her father fucked his
huge hard hot throbbing cock deeper and deeper into
his little girl, the sensual warm buzz, incestuous
lovers, fucking, father and daughter, their mingling
hot breaths filling the air around them her father's
growling voice making her cum again and again.
"Yesss baby, good girl, rock your hips lil baby, show
Daddy what a big girl you are, what a little baby you
are for Daddy, fuck Daddy sweetie, fuck Daddy,
mmmggghhh, yesss baby, take all of Daddy, it feels
good doesn't it sweet baby, dancing for Daddy made you
warm inside didn't it sweetie, my naughty little girl,
mmmggghhyess, good girl, cum for Papa, baby, cum on
Daddy's cock my naughty little baby, you danced so
good for Daddy, babydoll, made for Daddy, Daddy's own
little private stripper, such a beautiful little baby
for Daddy."
Jill rocked her hips, grinding down on her father's
cock, "your private little whore, Papa, call me your
little whore, Daddy, please Daddyyy, say it, your
naughty little girl, Daddy, your naughty little girl,"
her words sending her into a frenzy, sliding back and
forth on her father's lap, "I've been so bad Daddy,
needing you, your little whore Daddyyy, for your cock,
Papaaa," his huge throbbing hard daddy-cock gaping
into her tight young little baby pussy, impaled on her
father's cock, her father buried balls deep in his
little girl, inside her, so deep inside her, touching
that place, her heat and wetness on his thighs as she
creamed dripping hot wet being fucked by her own
father, his hugely thick incestuous cock filling her,
swelling inside her, making her slide up and down it
like a hot little whore in heat for her father's
incestuous throbbing hard cock.
Rocking her hips in a fluid up and down motion like
the girl's she'd seen in her father's porn movies, men
on top of small, petite women, women who looked so
much like her, movies she'd snuck in and watched while
he was at work, cumming to them imagining she was the
women, the men her father.
"Oh god Daddyyy, you're – you're getting so big inside
me, Papa. Daddyyyy, cum for me Daddy, let me make you
cum Papa, cum in me Papa, cum in me," her whispers hot
and urgent, "make...a baby in me Daddy," she gushed,
startled, surprising herself hearing her say those
words turning her on even more.
"Fuck your little girl, Papa, use me Daddy, make my
little pussy yours, Papa," squeezing him inside her,
"your sexy little whore, Daddy, for you Papa, your
private little whore, Papa, whenever you want me,"
milking her father's surging hot hard cock throbbing
so deep inside her warm little girl belly as he
gripped her hard in his arms.
Like a wild animal, her father grunting and fucking
into his daughter straddling his waist, her soft and
bare, his cock swelling inside her warm little cunt,
fucking into her warm little belly as he groaned,
gripping her to him as he came, as he exploded inside
his little girl's tight little baby cunny in the
silence of his bedroom in the privacy of their home,
her and her Daddy's new shared secret.
"Mmm, Papa, god I can feel you Daddy cumming in me, I
won't tell Papa, I promise Daddy, keep fucking me
Daddy, keep fucking me, make a baby in me Daddy, your
baby, Papa, ohhh god Daddyyy. Daddyyy? You're still so
hard, cummingggg, ohhhh god Daddyyyyy, yes, cum in me
in me Papa, cum again, in your little girl, Daddy,
your naughty little girl, your tiny little girl, my
tight little baby pussy, your pussy Papa, yours."
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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