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Part 1 of the Daddy and Princess series
Chapter 1
Coming Home
She would be arriving soon.
He hadn’t seen her in four years. She’d refused to have any contact with him since he’d separated from her mother. It had been so painful — losing her was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
He understood that he was excited to see her, but why was he so hard? He wrapped his fist around his cock.
* * * * *
She puts her lips against his and presses her little tongue into his mouth. He grabs her butt and pulls her towards him, lifting up her dress. He kisses her, exploring her mouth. She feels his throbbing cock as he opens his zipper, pressing so hard that he feels her lips open through her panties.
He shoves her against the wall and pulls her panties down so his head can rub her clit while his shaft presses between her lips. She’s so wet…He thrusts again and again.
She starts to make little sounds and she’s writhing, massaging his cock. He pins her wrists against the wall.
She starts to squeal and shake. Her juices cover his cock and drip down his balls.
When he feels it, he has to let go, and his hot cum spurts onto her dress.
* * * * *
He thought about how she was when she left. Just 14 years old. What would she be like now?
He’d married her mother when she was 4, so he was the only stable father figure she’d ever had. He didn’t see her from the moment he packed his bag and was kicked out the door. Two weeks after they separated, his ex-wife got a new job and moved to Nevada. She broke his heart. She was punishing him, and he would never forgive her.
But now his baby girl was here! She was studying at a college just a few miles away.
She hadn’t come to see him when she’d got into town. He didn’t pressure her. He’d sent a text telling her she was always welcome in his home, and that she should call him if she ever needed help with anything. She didn’t reply.
Then, suddenly, a text:
‘Can I come see you? Friday?’
‘Sure’ he texted back.
He’d been so anxious since then.
He looked at his iPhone. It was already 45 minutes after she was supposed to arrive. Was she going to flake on him?
The doorbell!
He opened the door. She looked up at him, crying. What the hell? He took her hand, led her into the living room and put his arms around her. He wanted to cry too — it had been so long. She pulled away from him and took tissues out of the box he kept next to his recliner.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I can handle this stuff on my own. I don’t need to involve you.”
He didn’t like that, but let it go. He knew she was conflicted. She must have felt that he’d abandoned her, even though it wasn’t his fault that they’d moved away. He gave her time to calm down, and they sat on the couch.
“Tell me,” he said gently.
“It’s so hard!” she whispered. “I just sit there and don’t even know what they’re talking about! I feel so stupid! How did I get a scholarship if I can’t even –“
“Stop,” he interrupted. “Just stop. You’re smart as hell. You got into college a year early — that shows how special you are. All you need is to get your confidence back. We’ll find a tutor and you can catch up.”
“Why are you helping me?” She looked up at him.
“It’s always been my job to help you, and even though you’ve been away, I still know you inside out. The real reason you’re sad is because it’s your birthday, and I bet nobody has even said Happy Birthday to you. So… Happy birthday!”
“I’m used to it.” She shrugged.
“Used to what?”
“Nobody caring about my birthday. Mom was busy so she’d forget. Her assistant sent gifts. Mom would get home and didn’t even know what she got me.”
Her pain hung between them, poisoning the air. This gave him another reason to detest his ex-wife.
“And you!”
“Me?”
“You didn’t even send a card!”
He looked at her, shocked. So that’s what happened! He’d always thought that she’d returned his gifts, but that cow had never even given them to her!
“You don’t understand,” he told her. “I’m your Daddy. I was your Daddy when we were together, and I’m still your Daddy now. I’ll always be here for you. It’s my job to make sure you’re happy.”
He ran the back of his hand across her cheek. She pushed it away.
“You’re my step-father, not my father.”
Wow! That hurt.
But it’s true, his inner voice said. You think you’re her father, but you’re not.
Yes, I am.
“You’re going to understand soon.” He switched his tone. “Your birthday starts right now!”
He went to the kitchen and she could hear him moving around, the microwave, the flatware clinking. A few minutes later he brought two plates out and sat next to her.
“Yup,” he said. “It’s your favorite.”
“It was when I was 10! I’m 18 now!”
Still, urfa escort she grabbed a tater tot and popped it in her mouth. The way she ate showed how much she was enjoying her fish sticks, tots and peas. As she scraped peas onto her fork and lifted them to her mouth, a few fell onto the rug. She started giggling. They both remembered — she always dropped her peas. He grinned, picking them up. It was so good to hear her laugh.
When they were done, he got dessert — another of her favorites. He’d made sure he was ready for this visit — he wanted everything to be perfect. He came back with bowls of vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate sauce.
“I don’t eat sugar anymore!”
“No rules today! See? I told you Daddy’s going to make you happy.”
He watched her roll the ice cream around on her tongue. He wanted to pull her close, shove his mouth against hers and taste all of it — the cold dessert, the sugary sauce… her.
“You’re so weird,” she said, between mouthfuls.
“What?”
“Saying ‘Daddy.'”
“Why’s it weird?”
“It’s a kid’s word.”
“I just told you a minute ago. I’ll always be your Daddy.”
She sighed, getting tense again.
“Well,” he said, “you’ll just have to suck it up. That’s who I am and that’s what I’m called.”
“So stupid,” she muttered.
She’s right. A whisper in his head… She’s not a girl anymore. She’s 18. And your step-daughter, not your own kid. Calling you Daddy is ridiculous.
The last thing I need is a conscience right now.
It’s exactly what you need.
He took the bowls to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher, remembering the feeling of her tits when she pushed against him in that hug. He imagined sucking her nipples, flicking them with his tongue… He reached down and rubbed the bulge in his jeans.
“What are you doing?” she called.
He pushed his cock down as hard as he could and walked back to the living room.
You’re disgusting.
You really need to fuck off. It’s a special day. I’m just making her happy.
“Daddy has a surprise for you! Close your eyes.”
“No! I’m not a kid!”
“Close them. Now.”
She did as she was told. She heard him pick up something from the table on the other side of the room.
“You can open them now.” He handed her long tube, wrapped in paper with a pink heart design, and a card. “15,” he said. He handed her more boxes and cards. “16… 17… and now 18!”
Good job! Emotionally manipulating her! That fucking voice again.
I bought these for her. She should have them.
“It wasn’t you, was it?” She started to cry.
“No, it wasn’t. Your mother never told you that I sent these. She returned them.”
She bent over, a small sound escaping as tears began to fall. He sat beside her and rubbed her back.
“Come on, this isn’t a time to cry. It’s your birthday. Open your gifts.”
She lifted her head and smiled softly. Suddenly, she turned into a kid. She opened all the cards first, but just glanced at them. Then she started ripping the paper off the 15th birthday gift.
There she was. He could see her again… his baby girl.
“Oh my God!” she laughed as she unrolled a poster of her favorite boy band back when she was a teenager.
“Remember how crazy you were about them?”
She nodded, grinning, rolling up the poster again. The next box had a small silver bracelet, the next a selection of eye shadows and, finally, she got to the gift for that day. She paused. The last box was small. She gasped when she opened it.
“I’ve wanted these for months!”
They were white cordless headphones. She grabbed her phone and connected them with Bluetooth. She chose something in Apple music.
“Oh my God! This is so awesome! The music is so clear! Try them!”
She leaned over and put them in his ears. He didn’t know the song. He tried to focus on her face, keep his gaze up, away from her curves. She turned up the volume.
“Stop it!”
She pressed her palms over his ears so he couldn’t take the headphones out and laughed, throwing her head back. Her tits jiggled, perfect little circles. He wanted to reach out and cup them…
She was still pressing her hands against his ears when the next song came on, even louder. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms back. They struggled, pressing against each other, giggling. Sometimes he softened his grip and let her win, just so she could come closer to him. He was so hard.
This isn’t right, his inner voice hissed. You know it isn’t. Stop!
Leave me alone!
The next time she pushed forward, he let go and she fell against him. She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright, taking the headphones out of his ears. He saw her body language change as she stood up.
“I blame you for the divorce. I hate you. I don’t even know why I’m here.”
It was like a punch to the gut.
See? Nice try.
Shut urfa escort bayan up. I can handle this.
He got up and moved so he was directly in front of her. She was looking at the floor.
“Maybe I was to blame for the breakup,’ he said, “but that doesn’t mean it was OK for her to take you away from me.”
“You could’ve stopped it.”
“No, I couldn’t. I’m not your biological father.” He drew her towards him, wrapping his arms around her, but she didn’t hug him back. He put his lips next to her ear. “I’m sorry.”
She melted, putting her head on his chest.
His dick twitched. He made sure there was a gap between his pelvis and hers, but he was petrified that she might feel his cock. He had to break the hold. He stepped back a little but leaned towards her and kissed her softly on the cheek, lingering there. As he moved back, he let his lips brush hers, as if it was an accident.
She didn’t pull away.
Chapter 2
Laundry
She hugged him when he opened the door.
“Thank you for this! I just can’t get laundry done at my house!”
He felt the curves of her body and, just like last time, had to let go in case she felt his cock swelling. She dropped a backpack and big bag of dirty clothes next to the couch.
“Is it really so bad?” he asked. He was testing her. Did she really need to come back — just one week after her birthday visit — and wash her clothes here, or was she making an excuse?
She blushed a little. Or did she? Hard to tell.
“There’s four of us. Every time I try and do laundry someone else is doing it. I ask them to tell me when they’re done, but they don’t. They’re such assholes.”
“The washer and dryer are in there,” he said. “Go for it.”
She heaved her bag onto her shoulder and went into his little laundry room. He heard her muttering as she sorted her clothes.
“Whites… colors… whites… dark… Hey!” she yelled. He walked over and stood in the doorway. “This is three loads. There’s no way I’ll get it done tonight. I have to stay tomorrow. Is that OK?”
“Of course,” he said. His heart started beating faster.
She turned away from him and started bending over. Was he crazy, or was she picking up clothes one by one on purpose, when she could have scooped up the whole pile of dark clothes and put it in the machine? He watched her butt, the seam of her tiny shorts pressing into her crack, the tops of her thighs flashing at him as she bent and straightened, then bent and —
His dick strained against his zipper.
Why are you watching this? his inner voice asked. Just walk away!
I can look if I want to.
As she twisted towards the machine, her tits hung down and pressed against her tight T shirt. They were so perfect… those nipples… he could lick and bite them softly…
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I don’t know… maybe you’re right.
He’d been like a horny teenager the last time she’d come to visit, and it was kind of fun, but this had to stop. She needed to be able to trust her Daddy. Every baby girl did.
“There!” she said, standing up and turning the dials, then walked past him. “I brought some stuff to study.” She picked up her backpack. He couldn’t take his eyes off her butt. She dumped it next to the table.
“Do whatever you need to do.”
Walk away. Right. Now.
OK! OK! Fuck!
“I’m going to my bathroom,” he said.
“TMI!” she laughed.
He closed the door. His cock was aching. She was busy. Could he –? Fuck it. He had to. He put the toilet seat down and sat, taking out his cock. It stood, red, pulsing. He flinched a little when he touched it — a jolt of pleasure.
* * * * *
He hears her in the laundry room making little mewling noises. Is she OK?
He peers in and she’s leaning on the washing machine, which is on spin cycle, letting it vibrate against her, moving her hips so she can feel it on her clit.
Does she know he’s watching?
He watches her move to the side of the machine, grip the edge and hump the corner.
Such a naughty baby girl… She starts panting.
She pulls back and fumbles, dropping her shorts on the floor. Her panties are stretched against those perfect butt cheeks, which tighten every time she pushes herself forward. She moves back and forth again and again. Suddenly, she freezes…
Holy shit! Can she sense he’s there?
No, she’s going to cum!
Short, hard breaths while her body shakes, and —
* * * * *
“Hey where’s the coffee?” she yelled from the corridor.
How was he supposed to answer? He couldn’t talk right now, for fuck’s sake! He breathed in slowly, then out, calming himself.
“The cupboard above the machine!” he yelled.
“Oh, right. escort urfa Logical. Sorry.”
Goddammit. He’d gone soft.
It’s probably better this way.
Yes, it probably is. Maybe I can control this thing…
“What do you want to do tonight?” He was getting a soda, frustrated because he hadn’t been able to finish.
“Just watch movies. Something funny.” She went to the laundry, moved her clothes to the dryer, then came into to the kitchen.
“Is Bolognese OK?” he asked.
“You know I love pasta!”
“Well, I just asked because things might have changed now that you’re 18 and really old.”
“Stop it! You’re the one who’s old!” She punched his shoulder.
He grabbed her arm and turned her around, pulling her back against him. He held her tight with his left arm around her upper chest and began to tickle her right side.
“No! No! Quit it!”
“Oh, yes,” he said. “You’re never too old for Daddy to torture you!”
Are you completely fucking insane? Let her go! You said you could control this!
Maybe I can’t.
He kept going and she started to squeal and laugh, wriggling against him, her butt rubbing against his cock.
“Now this side!” He swapped his hands. Her squeals got more high-pitched as she squirmed. She was still laughing, little bursts of delight that filled his heart with joy. As she pushed into him, he began to get hard. He had to let go.
“I can’t believe you did that!” She was panting and laughing.
“I warned you,” he said, smiling. “I’m your Daddy. You can grow up all you want. It’s never going to change.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Yup,” he said, opening the fridge. “I’m totally nuts. Now go get your work done.”
He put the meat on a slow simmer, letting the flavors sink in. He sat in front of TV and glanced across at her now and then. Her back was to him and she was bent over the table, grabbing books and paging through them, then tapping away at her laptop. So adorable.
They ate dinner and he put on a comedy. They were laughing together, and he felt so warm and happy — they were having such a good time.
He gave her sheets for the spare room, and they went to bed. He couldn’t sleep, lying there stroking his dick, edging, thinking about her in the laundry room again.
Saturday was tough for him. She worked and did laundry while he cleaned the house. He was semi hard the whole time, so desperate to touch her.
You keep this up and she’s going to notice. You’ll make a mistake and she’ll know.
I won’t! I’m not going to screw up!
But… would he? It would be disastrous if she turned away from him — and even worse if she told her mother.
They had dinner and sat on the couch again. He put on another comedy, telling her she needed to get rid of some of her stress. She didn’t move at the end of it. She was silent, curled up at the other end of the couch.
“What’s wrong? I can see tension in your whole body.”
“I have so much to do and I can’t think…” she sighed.
“I watched you work hard all day and you were hunched over that laptop. Your shoulders must be aching. Let me massage some of that tightness out. Come here. Sit in front of me.”
She sat on the rug with her back to him. He spread his legs wide, with his knees either side of her shoulders. Maybe he could develop a plan — find different ways to touch her without her ever suspecting…
What? A plan? You think you’re so damn smart, huh? Just stop. This is pathetic.
I know I should stop. I don’t need you to keep telling me that.
But… Fuck it. The pull was too strong.
He pushed his thumbs into the knots between her shoulder blades. She started to relax, and he could hear her breathing getting slower. He moved up to her neck, long strokes, not pressing as hard as before. He moved his index fingers up the sides of her face, to the muscles in front of her ears.
“I noticed that you clench your jaw,” he said, rubbing in circles. He moved slower and slower. It became more of a caress. He ran his fingers down the curve of her jaw, first just an inch, then a little more, and finally all the way to her chin. He spread his fingers a little and he touched the sides of her mouth. She yawned.
“Thank you, that was great. You know what? I think we should switch.”
“What?”
“I heard you cleaning all day. Your back must be sore too.”
It wasn’t.
“Yes,” he said, standing up, “it is.”
They switched places.
She was stronger than he expected, pushing deep into his muscles. He desperately wanted to take off his shirt. If only she would lean forward, run her hands down his chest, circle his nipples with her fingers while she kissed his neck…
The dryer buzzed and she got up.
“Last load!” She headed to the laundry. “It’s 10:30. I can Uber back.”
He hurried over to her. “Whoa! I planned pancakes for tomorrow! With banana and Nutella!”
“How the hell do you remember my favorites?” she laughed. “OK, I’ll stay.”
He smiled. It was like someone turned a light on in his chest. She was yawning while she folded her laundry and went to bed.
He sat down on his recliner and cupped his hard cock over his pants.
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