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It was just my daddy and I growing up-- my mom had died giving birth to me but daddy has always tried his hardest to be the best single parent he can be. He has taught me everything: how to ride a bike, throw a ball, tackle, and protect myself. He helped me read and count and climbs the monkey bars. For as long as I can remember my daddy has been my best friend and the person I trust the most.

So when daddy said to do something, I did it. I don't even think I had a back-talking phase. I trusted daddy to know more than I did, and to share that wisdom with me and protect me with it. He has always reminded me of the importance of keeping my virginity until I was eighteen. I didn't even know what he was talking about when I was younger, and I wasn't even interested in sex when I finally did find out during my sex ed class in eighth grade. But I promised daddy that I would protect my virginity-- I would save it until I was eighteen, for whatever the hell reason he was convinced I had to save it for.

I have just turned eighteen and a problem has come up. My boyfriend and I have been dating for nearly a year now and he is convinced that it's time that we had sex. I keep telling him how important my virginity is to me, how I had to save it until I was at least eighteen. At first he respected that. Even when my eighteenth birthday passed and I still felt uncomfortable for some reason, Max said he would wait until I was read. Lately Max has been more pushy; last week, for example, instead of just feeling my tits above my shirt like I let him do when we make out, he dove his hand beneath my shirt and twisted my nipples through my thin bra.

"God, your tits are amazing, baby." Max had whispered in my ear. The combination of nipple play and whispering had stirred feelings I hadn't really focused on before-- my breath came shallower and I had pressed my breasts harder into his hands without even thinking about it, all while realizing that my pussy was...pulsing. I was so hot and wet, and confused. Why did daddy tell me to wait when I had feelings like this?

That night with Max was why I decided to talk to my daddy about my virginity. I hoped to ease my weird feelings about sex with Max, to perhaps get daddy's full take on my decision to take it further. I love Max, and I think that he will take my precious virginity sweetly, what could be so wrong with that?

"Daddy?" I say when I enter his office. He is sitting at his big desk, leaning back in his chair and smiling at me. My daddy is a very handsome man and I can't see why he hasn't remarried. He has dark chocolate hair that is still thick and there is only a little gray at his temples. He has no wrinkles and his dimples are still deep and charming. He works out every day, so not only is he very tall, he has also managed to keep his wide shoulders and muscled arms. On occasion, when I see daddy without a shirt, I see how toned his stomach is and I feel jealous over any woman who may get to touch them. I've never even asked daddy if I can touch his abs.

"Hey, baby." Daddy says to me, crooking his finger at me in the 'come here' motion. I practically run to daddy and dive into his arms; I love being allowed in his big office. "What's up?" He asks me as he pulls me onto his lap.

"I have...something I need to talk to you about." I say, all in one breath. I'm afraid I'm going to lose my nerve at this point.

"What is it?" He asks me, hugging me closer for comfort. I inhale his woody scent and smile; I know I can trust him.

"Why did you always tell me to wait to lose my virginity?"

I can feel daddy stiffening around me, and I don't know if it's because he was afraid this question would one day come, or if he is angry. Maybe he hoped to never have this conversation.

"Please don't be angry, daddy," I beg, pulling back enough to look into his blue eyes. "It's just that Max and I have had...encounters. And I think it's time I made the, ya know, decision."

I can feel my face getting red as I keep holding eye contact. Daddy doesn't look mad, but he hasn't answered me yet, either.

Finally he says, "Like what?"

"Oh, daddy." I say, embarrassed. I finally can't keep looking him in the eye anymore, and I look down at his crotch instead. "Um. Last week he touched me in a way that made me feel something. And I want to feel more."

"How did he touch you, baby?" he asks me. I swear my face will catch fire.

"Um...," I pause, terrified. "He put his hands under my shirt and he twisted my nipples through my bra. I thought it felt amazing." I finish in a huff, even more flustered by what I thought might have been a twitch in daddy's pants.

"Do you know why I asked you to wait until you were eighteen?" Daddy asks me gruffly. Now he sounds angry... Is he angry that Max twisted my nipples? Angry that I let him?

I shake my head in response to his question. I still haven't figured out why it is so important to him. My sex ed classes taught girls to wait until marriage. I surely wasn't marrying at eighteen, so why did he demand I keep my maidenhood until eighteen, not marriage, like all of the other parents and teachers? It was just so...specific.

"Because eighteen is the age when I can show you what it's like to be touched in a way that makes you feel good."

As daddy says this I swear I see his cock twitch, again, in his pants. But that can't be right, and what I just heard can't be right either!

"What do you mean daddy?" I ask, confused. I still can't look at him, though, and as I watched, amazed, the twitching in his pants turns to a solid bulge. Jesus, daddy looked huge.

"I was going to safely teach you what your sex ed classes couldn't, Margie." Daddy said. He was patting my hair, almost absentmindedly, and I still felt safe but I was confused.

"But you don't have to teach me if Max will, daddy." I say. I am trying to think of a way to touch the bulge without it seeming intentional-- I have refused to touch Max's much smaller bulge so far and I don't know what it will feel like. I always felt so safe with daddy, and he didn't sound so mad anymore. Perhaps, just a brush of my knuckles would tell me what to expect...

"That boy can't teach you like I can." Daddy says. He sounds so frustrated, and I hate when he sounds like that. "Jesus. It's not something I wanted to teach you until you were of a...legal age." I could hear his teeth grind in frustration and I couldn't tell if he was regretting what he was saying. Maybe his pants were causing him immense pain and that was why he sounded frustrated. He was breathing in the same way that Max does when he begs me to allow him to take his dick out. I never have, and Max always politely drives me home after I tell him no.

Daddy sighs and pulls my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. I shiver as he blows cooly just below my earlobe, his breath covering my exposed skin as he continued to explain to me in a low voice.

"I can make you feel things that he can never make you feel. I have years of experience pleasing women of all ages. But..." he sighed in frustration again and I tilt my head to the side to give him more access to my neck, almost involuntarily. "While you are the most beautiful girl I know, and the smartest, you haven't expressed an interest in sex."

I drew in a breath to protest-- of course I had an interest in sex, I just hadn't mentioned it to him!-- but daddy placed a shaking finger firmly against my mouth before I could speak.

"If you are interested, then what I want to teach you is seen as wrong anyway, a taboo. But it is especially i*****l when you were 'u******e.'"

I suddenly knew exactly what he was hinting at, what he was saying. What he had been begging for since we first had the "birds and bees" talk. My eyes grew wide in understanding. Daddy has always wanted to take my virginity... He wants to be the first to touch me, the first to love me. I felt, unexpectedly, my virgin lips grow damp as I realized he wanted to be the first man to plunge into me. I finally made myself face him. I looked my father in the eyes and noticed the red tinge of his face, either from frustration or embarrassment I couldn't tell. If it was embarrassment I wanted to prevent it. Growing up with daddy meant I have tried to get used to all of his moods. I prefer happy daddy better than any other version.

Without thinking about it I leaned into his mouth and pressed myself firmly against him. My breasts pushed against him, and even though they weren't the biggest tits in the world, I hoped he felt them against him and loved them. He at first resisted my mouth against his, pressing his lips tightly together. I wanted to erase his possible embarrassment though, or help with his frustration. Truly I didn't know what I was doing- I had only seen a few porn videos at other curious girlfriends' houses- I was pressed against my own father, my knee now turned and pressed against his rock-hard bulge, my breasts shoved against his broad chest, and my mouth on his.

Fuck it. Some part of me wanted to appease the growing heat between my legs as badly as I wanted to please him. I wanted to grant him what he wanted. He had given me everything growing up, after all. So I tested something that Max told me once he liked. I slid my tongue slowly between my lips and ran it across daddy's. When he still didn't budge, I tried it again. Soon our mouths were slick with my own saliva and there was a heat between us like none I had felt before. I had to question how hard daddy was, too. Was Max simply that much smaller than he was? My long leg had slid further up, spreading my legs even more involuntarily, and his bulge seemed to heat the middle of my calf to my knee.

A low growl escaped from daddy. It vibrated through his chest and my nipples quickly hardened and strained between us. I felt the need to mewl in need and pleasure for the first time in my limited sexual experience. I had only briefly faked noises with Max up until this point. I wasn't sure whether I should release my sound of need, though, so I sucked it in. Gasping against daddy's mouth made his cock twinge again.

"Oh, God." He exclaimed against my mouth before he grabbed the back of my head and began "making out" with me in earnest. Whatever Max had been doing to fulfill the definition of "making out" was all wrong. What daddy was doing with his tongue against mine, shoving my lips apart and leaving me open and desperate for more, made me feel a heat that had never come between Max and I.

I felt I needed to shove Max out of my mind... Yes, we have dated for nearly a year. And, yes, maybe once I promised Max my virginity, but at this point I didn't think Max would know the difference. I could tell that daddy would know the difference between a virgin and not. And he could please them both beautifully either way. My leg rubbed against his bulge a bit more, slowly. My other leg fell fully to the floor: where I had been completely cradled in his lap a few minutes ago, I now had only one leg in his lap while the other helped support my weight as I strained to gain as much access to his mouth as possible. The result was that my legs were spread in a way that was almost painful with how throbbing my privates were. My shorts left me little protection and I was almost embarrassed by my wetness-- surely he could see it through my tiny shorts?

"Oh, daddy." I mewled, releasing my pent-up noise and pressing myself closer. His skilled tongue felt like it was searing my inexperienced lips as it fully explored my mouth.

"Oh, fuck me." Daddy growled again and suddenly he was grabbing me. His hands cupped my firm ass and dragged me off his lap. I nearly cried out in frustration before he slid me on top of the desk and placed a hand firmly on my mound through my shorts. "I'm going to remove these, Margie, and I'm going to do things to you that you'll wish for for years, from all of your lovers. Do you understand?"

My head swam. One hand cupped my ass and the other rested on just one pulsing part of my body. This couldn't be happening, but I didn't want it to stop. All I could do was nod, I couldn't remember words through the buzz in my head.

"Margie, I need you to say 'yes'. You can't just nod right now, and you won't be quiet in a little bit." Daddy whispered as he pressed his thumb, through the fabric of my shorts, to the hidden spot girls in my class had said was "impossible to find." I moaned and decided, definitely, that nothing would prevent me from taking this all the way now.

"Yes, daddy." I whispered. "That's fine, please."

His questioning eyes, which had been burning into mine as he made sure I was okay, dropped to my crotch and he sighed in what sounded like relief. I wanted to sigh in relief, too. I was so anxious to feel what would happen next. So far I couldn't help but to grind myself against daddy's stern thumb. What else would he make me feel?

His hand slid out from under my ass and his other hand slid away from my clit. I blushed as I thought of that word, but still sighed in frustration at his thumb's absence. Daddy lifted my tank top slowly, exposing the lower part of my belly and the top of my high-waisted shorts. I was scooted so far forward that my privates were being smothered by my shorts in a pleasant way, but I thought daddy could make me feel better. That didn't keep me from straining against the fabric. As much as I was squirming, daddy located the button to my shorts easily and undid it in one fluid motion. In another simple motion he had me unzipped. I could tell he was taking his time on purpose, building up whatever feeling was burning through my lower belly and pussy. I imagined Max trying to undo or take off any piece of my clothing with such control and almost giggled.

Almost.

Daddy put his hands on my hips and hooked a finger on each side through the inside of my waistband. My breath felt almost too shallow and I was certain I would combust right then. Why was he taking so long?

I went to help him drag my shorts down and he gave me a look that stopped me short. Something was burning deeply in his eyes, something I didn't want to ruin for him. What was the word they used as though it was a bad thing in sex ed class? Desire? I pulled my hands away from the top of my shorts and kept looking in his eyes as he slowly, painfully slowly, dragged my shorts out from under my ass and past the ledge of the desk. He had to bend his tall frame to pull the shorts past my white tennis shoes, and he straightened up just a bit as he tossed them away. I gasped when he pressed his nose to my mound. The bridge of his nose was pressed exactly against my clit and he raised his hands to grip my thighs tightly as he inhaled my scent.

My face flamed red again. I had never smelled myself and didn't know what he was thinking, but his face pressed so tightly against me felt...right. I felt my arms lift and watched them as if some strange force was moving them and not me. Some carnal instinct took my hands and dropped them at the back of daddy's neck and I pulled him even closer to me, crying out as I buried his face deeper into my cleft. I briefly felt sad that I was wearing my plain old white panties today, instead of one of the "special" pairs of sexy thongs I had snuck into the back of my underwear drawer on the off chance Max and I ever made it "that far."

Daddy didn't seem to care what my panties looked like; his nose was moving up and down against my clit as I pressed him closer to me. He lifted his chin up a bit and I felt a brief lick from the bottom of my virgin slit to the top of it. The lick felt tentative and I felt he had only used the tip of his tongue to test the waters. I shivered in pleasure and pulled him closer to me.

"It's okay, daddy," I moaned. "It's so good."

My response seemed to be all he needed to drop whatever inhibitions he had from the start. Suddenly he didn't need my hands to press him closer, though I kept them there and dug my nails into his thick hair to hold on. There was a rolling at the very pit of my stomach and I felt like one solid sneeze would undo all of the sweet, sweet tension building there. I groaned again as he began to taste me in earnest. My panties provided little barrier as the dampness of my excitement and the dampness of his tongue soaked through the simple fabric. Daddy continued to breathe heavily, excitedly, through his nose as he buried his tongue in my cleft. He moved his mouth and tongue in hurried, hungry motions against me.

"Daddy, I feel..." I said breathlessly. I wanted to explain the feeling in my lower stomach, I wanted to explain how I felt a sneeze would send me to a place I've never been. Something was building but I didn't know what words to put to it, nor did I have the breath to speak.

"Just let it go." Daddy breathed out his knowing response against my mound. His warm breath undid that tension and I did let go, for the first of many of what I realized were "climaxes." My hands gripped the back of his head tighter as I rode the waves, one after the other, pressed tightly against his face. He growled and continued his rough exploration with his tongue, keeping me riding the waves of my first intense orgasm. His hands found their way to my thin hips and he gripped them tightly, their large grasp finding my lower back and the firm rounds of my hips all at once. He dug his fingers into all of the right divots and I found myself arching my hips impossibly higher into my wave, into his mouth.

At the final end of my climax I wanted to collapse. I felt exhausted, entirely used up. Daddy lifted his face from my pussy and I could see the sheen of our joint juices on his lips.

"We are not done yet, Margie." Daddy commanded. His tone promised that he wouldn't be done for quite a while. My mind spun, what else could I possibly feel?
"Okay, daddy." My breath was ragged and the words came out in a rough whisper. I wanted to feel all he had to offer, especially with what he had already offered me. I had no problem letting daddy continue his teachings.

Daddy's breath was just as ragged as he dropped the hands gripping my hips to the top of my plain underwear. They had slipped down during the first part of our play and I gasped in pleasure as the fingers he reached into their waistband brushed parts of me I had barely bothered to explore myself. While all other girls in my class obsessed over boys, sex and porn, I had obsessed over keeping daddy happy and proud with good grades and volunteer work. I had practically rolled my eyes out of my head throughout my sex ed class; what was the big damn deal?

Now daddy was teaching me what sex ed classes danced around: sexual acts felt amazing, and I knew what the big deal was as daddy grabbed each side of my underwear and ripped them off of me. The force he used to tear them down my now bare legs lifted me upwards and my ass slammed roughly against his desk. I felt some of my feminine juices pool on the ledge of the desk and slide down my leg. At this point I couldn't decipher the difference between my embarrassment and the heat between my legs spreading through my body. Daddy bent down like before to tug my underwear over my shoes and toss them aside. He once again dove his nose into my slit. This time there was no barrier at all between us and my hips bucked up towards him instantly.

I kept my hands pressed firmly behind me, my legs were already wobbly enough and I didn't trust my fluttering core strength to keep me upright if I grabbed the back of daddy's head again. Daddy's hands wandered everywhere, though. Where he had seemed hesitant to touch me before, now he was exploring every space he could. His hands roved up my toned sides and flat belly as he licked at the juices I was spilling onto his tongue and desk.

While he groaned and growled and pressed himself closer to the desk and to me, still fully clothed, his hands travelled up to my breasts and gripped them firmly above my thin tank top. In a move I wouldn't have even thought of (in my very limited study of porn) daddy licked my clit and tugged at my nipples at the same time. My hips bucked again and my arms grew weak from my weight. I hadn't noticed how hard my nipples were before; now I knew that nipples were not only hard when it was cold, they grew hard and stood straight out when I was incredibly hot and bothered.

"Oh, daddy," I moaned. He was licking at my dampness and twisting my sensitive nipples and I wanted so much more.

"You didn't feel like this when Max was touching your tits, did you, baby?" he whispered against my mound. My hips arched again and I couldn't form a response. I shook my head and hoped he knew that he was making me feel more than I ever thought I would. "I can make you feel so much more than silly boys, Margie."

He took my clit gently in between his lips and started sucking, slowly at first and with more urgency the more I responded. I strained against his mouth and finally lifted a hand to grip the back of his head again. My belly was tightening again and I thought I might explode if he made me climax again.

"Daddy, wait!" I cried out as he nibbled incredibly gently, for the first time, on my clit. "It's too much!" I squirmed, suddenly afraid to just "let go" of the tension in my belly as he had instructed before. He raised his head from between my legs and I could see my own juices dripping off of his chin. He licked his soaked lips before responding.

"Margie, baby, if you want me to stop, tell me." He licked his lips again, slower, and my hips thrusted towards his mouth as if on their own accord. "But if you're afraid of feeling too much, know that there is no such thing."

I looked into the same set of eyes I had looked into my whole life and knew I could trust what he was saying. I nodded, slowly and tentatively. Maybe I was afraid of feeling too much, the feeling unraveling in my lower abdomen was more intense than anything I'd felt before.

"Good," daddy whispered, and he straightened up to his full height. He grinned at the pouting expression that came over my face. "You've always been such a good, obedient girl, Margie." Daddy dragged a thumb down my jawline and turned my head up. He leaned in and I felt his cock straining through his pants above the desk. He buried his face in my neck and began suckling harder than he had before, I felt sure he would leave a mark and I grew more damp thinking of being owned by my daddy. I didn't even care if Max saw the mark and questioned me at this point, I wanted daddy to lick and suck every inch of my body.

Daddy's hands raised from my thighs to the bottom of my tank top and slowly slid under it as he continued to suck and lick at my neck. When they reached my aroused nipples he ran his calloused thumbs over each of them, making them impossibly harder. I arched my back and brought my soaking mound closer to the edge of the desk and his throbbing cock, and pressed my breasts against his hands.

"I've enjoyed watching these grow these last few months, Margie," Daddy whispered into my neck. I shuddered in response. "Your mother had the most beautiful nipples."

With that he quickly lifted my tank top off. I lifted my arms obediently and revealed to him my tender breasts. They were barely the size of a handful, but I was in love with my nipples. They were perfectly quarter-sized and a light rose color that I felt complimented my light skin perfectly.

"Jesus, they're perfect." I heard daddy whisper before he attacked my nipples. Never had such a sudden assault on my senses made me feel so good; he nipped and bit and twisted at my sensitive nipples. I was positive they couldn't get harder than they had been, but they grew impossibly longer under his skilled tongue and teeth. He took turns with my nipples, treating each like his own personal treat. I writhed helplessly beneath his grasp; the tension in my belly was growing and twisting and my hips had a mind of their own, suddenly I was at the very end of the desk and I was slowly losing the ability to hold myself upright

Before long I was laid flat against the desk. My legs were spread far apart, daddy's built frame rested between them and his thick cock pressed directly against the entirety of my slit. The dampness of my virgin cleft was soaking through his thin business pants, and I could feel every twitch or movement of him against me. Daddy bent easily over me, his height an advantage in this situation. He easily kept access to my nipples and alternated his bites and nips between bites and nips and my neck and my hips. Every time his teeth grazed my hips I thought I would unravel. My hand remained buried in his thick hair and my brain had turned to a fuzzy mush that screamed only "More! More! More!"

I matched every one of his groans with my own. I squirmed uncontrollably no matter where he touched me, I think I knew from the beginning where I most wanted this going.

"Daddy, take my virginity!" I finally cried out when he raised his head up to my nipples again. My back arched and I pressed impossibly closer to him. My body and I seemed to agree-- we both wanted nothing more than to see and feel daddy's impossibly big cock thrust inside of me.

Daddy raised his head and looked me in the eye again. He leaned closer over me, his toned weight pinning me tightly to his desk.

"There is no turning back now, Margie." He seemed to speak through clenched teeth and I wondered if he was near his own climax. "Once I enter you, we can not speak of this and you will forever be mine."

I did not know what "being his" entailed, but I did want him to enter. Oh, god, did I want him to enter me. I would do anything.

"Okay, daddy." I agreed.I nodded vehemently and he pressed his mouth needily against mine in response. I gasped against the force and need which he put against my mouth; I thought my heat had been undoing me, but it seemed daddy was now losing control.

When he had finally relinquished my mouth I was already on the edge of another orgasm. I mewled uncontrollably when daddy pulled away from me a bit to remove his shirt. His heat removed from between my legs left me panting and needing him more than I thought I could. I watched as he tugged his shirt over his head and thought about how lucky I was to have such a gorgeous man want to be inside of me. These were the things they didn't teach you in sex ed classes. I wanted to laugh when I thought of how many times those classes had told me, and every other girl in the class, to just save themselves for marriage. For what reason, when the process of giving yourself away was so...hot?

He kept eye contact with me as he undid the black belt holding up his tan pants. I broke eye contact only when he finally dropped his boxers and his dick sprung forward, like some sort of eager a****l. I openly gaped at the size-- from my entirely limited experience, daddy's cock looked huge. I could tell he was hard as a rock. His dick seemed to almost breath as it throbbed, and there was a bright droplet of precum on the tip of it. The droplet fell from the slit that looked at me from the thick, red mushroom at the end of his shaft.

While my cheeks erupted in a sincere blush I was grateful for the information I had bothered to pay attention to in sex ed, such as the way a dick looked. I think I would have been entirely overwhelmed by the sight in front of me had I not known that. My eyes widened as daddy stepped back toward me, taking his dick in his hand and bringing it to the entrance of my soaking lips. Suddenly afraid, I threw my hands onto his abs and gasped at their hardness as well.

"Daddy!" I cried, intrigued by the jolt in his dick when I cried out that way. "Daddy, is it going to hurt?"

He sighed, leaning down again to kiss me, more gently this time. He kept his cock hard and positioned at my entrance while he spoke to me.

"Only c***dren take virginities in a painful and wrong way," he explained to me in between kisses across my mouth and my nipples. I felt myself drip over the head of his dick and noticed that my pussy was thrumming deeply yet again. "I am going to make you mine, Margie, and it isn't going to hurt nearly as your girlfriends have made it sound it would."

I blushed again. The few girlfriends I had were already "skilled" in the bedroom, or so they said. Every one of them said that it had been incredibly painful their first time. I trusted daddy to never cause me unnecessary pain, but I was still anxious. I tensed up and felt my oncoming orgasm recede. I was suddenly terrified that I would disappoint daddy somehow, that once he had me he wouldn't like me anymore. Everything had felt amazing up to this point but now my emotions seemed determined to get the best of me and--

"Margie, Margie." Daddy crooned, interrupting my panicked thoughts. He leaned even closer to me and I felt the head of his dick pressing at my slick entrance. He kissed me again, gently and slowly. "Margie, you are going to love what daddy is about to give you."

I nodded, breaking our sweet kiss for a second to look back into the eyes I trusted so much.

"Just relax, baby." Daddy told me, using a stern tone. I knew there was no turning back now, and as I took in a few deep breaths I knew that I truly didn't want to, anyway.

"Okay, daddy." I nodded again, in a "go ahead" sort of way. Daddy smiled down at me, kissed me again, and pushed into me a little. He used one hand to keep his cock at the same angle inside of me and gently stroked the side of my face and my tits with his other hand. I was surprisingly comfortable laying on the desk with my legs spread wide open, I just had to remember to breathe. The pressure was immense but not painful as daddy slowly pulled back out of me and then re-entered a second later. He was not placing himself too deeply inside of me but already I could feel that it would be a slight struggle to fit all of him inside of me.

Daddy pulled back out of me and I heard an audible sound from my virgin lips: a noise that sounded like a wet 'pop'. I blushed again, unsure of what the sound was but not wanting it to deter daddy from continuing. He simply chuckled deeply and kissed me again as he stroked the velvety head of his cock against my soaking entrance.

"Just breathe, Margie." Daddy whispered against me. I took in another deep breath and slid closer to him. The heat was growing in my belly again and I was quickly overcoming my fear of any pain or disappointment. I wanted only daddy, and all of him.

Daddy slid his cock up and down my lips one final time before he steered himself back to my entrance. I took a breath and relaxed myself as he began to slowly push inside of me. I knew this time he would work to get as far in as he could, and I trusted him to do this in as pleasurable a way possible. I felt my cunt open greedily for him and he slid effortlessly into me a few inches. I gasped at how full I felt already. Daddy pumped his hips slowly back and forth there, remaining only a few inches in. I could see sweat beading on his forehead. He looked flushed, and concerned.

"Did that hurt, honey?" Daddy asked me. I shook my head, not trusting my ability to string together a full sentence. What he was doing felt delightful, and I wanted more. Some instinct (or porn memory?) had me raise my legs to give him easier access. My knees were bent and pressed against his toned chest, my ass hanging off the edge of the desk while my legs remained spread. Daddy looked surprised, but he dropped his hands from my tit and his cock and hooked his fingers behind my knees. He helped to hold me there as he increased how deeply he was pumping inside of me.

I gasped again as he slid another inch or two inside of me. The cool office air against my spread pussy added to the feeling of daddy filling me up and I felt my fingers scrabble for something to hold on to.

"Play with your tits for me, sweetie." Daddy commanded. I opened my eyes and looked up at him while I grabbed my own breasts. I used my fingers to twist my nipples as he had done before while I studied his face. Daddy looked like he was using all of his concentration to stay at the speed he was going. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me; all of him wanted more. I peered down the length of me to where we were intimately twined and noticed that he was a little over halfway inside of me. "Oh, Margie, you feel so fucking good. I'm trying to not come yet, baby, but when I do I'm going to come inside of you."

He thrust harder than he had before and I felt him slide fully inside of me. I took a breath to remain relaxed and released it in what sounded like a choked gasp. He felt so good fully inside of me! I closed my eyes and raised my hips a bit, my hands falling from my heaving breasts to the wood of the desk. I knew that daddy shouldn't come inside of me, that was one clear piece of information we had been taught in our sex ed classes.

"Oh, daddy-" I started to protest but daddy shushed me and began to pump away at me in earnest. He dropped his hands from my knees and I heard them slap against the desk, palms down, on either side of my hips. I could hear him panting and grunting as he finally took me in the way he wanted to- hard.

I was surprised and pleased by how easily my body let him entirely inside of me. There was no way to disappoint daddy when I was able to let him do what he wanted, and he was not disappointing me at all. The pressure was immense, and I thought at several moments that daddy would come tearing through my stomach, but the way his velvety cock felt sliding in and out of me made the heat in my stomach grow even deeper. I began to pant and moan beneath daddy, reminding myself to breathe and relax. The tension in my stomach was growing, and growing.

"I'm going to come again, daddy!" I screamed out, catching myself off guard. My eyes opened to catch his reaction and it looked like daddy was unraveling like I was.

"So am I, baby!" He grunted out. He dug his fingers into my hips and I gasped as he plunged deeply inside of me. I stared as the entirety of his shaft disappeared inside of me. The sight sent me over the edge and I let the orgasm roll over me. I felt my cunt suck at daddy again and again and again as wave after wave came over me. I felt myself soak daddy's cock in my feminine juices and I cried out again.

"Oh, fuck, Margie." Daddy growled. "Oh, fuck!" His fingers dug even harder into my hips and he lifted me further up and off the desk. I watched his face through exhausted eyes as he came-- I felt his cock twitch inside of my shuddering pussy as stream after stream of his hot juices spurted inside of me. I felt his cock grow even more wet as his come mixed with mine and slid out of me. It seemed like he would never stop coming! Daddy's seed pumped into me, and I cried out with each stream that struck my insides. I couldn't even focus on how wrong this was, I was so pleased to watch daddy's face as he cried out, too. He looked as thrilled, and as spent, as I was.

"Oh, fuck, Margie." Daddy whispered again as he looked down at where we were joined. He released my hips gently and, his cock still buried inside of me, slid a thumb across my swollen clit. He lowered his thumb until it rested just below my clit, right at the top of his cock at my entrance. I could see his thumb grow shiny as he collected our mixed juices. "That was so good, baby." Daddy assured me as he sucked the thumb into his mouth. I watched as his eyes seemed to roll back. Once he had cleaned his thumb off he slowly pulled out of me. My pussy sucked at him uselessly, and I gasped at how empty I felt and how badly I wanted his cock back inside of me.

Daddy took his thumb to my pulsing entrance and gathered more of our mixed juices. He dipped his thumb inside of me and ran it slowly in a circle directly inside of my entrance and I thought I would die from bliss. "Oh, daddy!" I cried out, unable to keep my breath even. He offered the soaking thumb to me and I sat up slowly, taking the thumb shyly in my mouth. I sucked his thumb clean, surprised that I didn't dislike the musky flavor coating my tongue.

I watched daddy's cock as I sucked on his thumb. Even though it was no longer hard it was still a large sight to behold. I was sure for a second that I had dreamed this all up- there was no way I had fit all of that inside of me! My eyes widened as proof dripped off of his dick and I knew it was no dream. My juices were slowly rolling down his cock and pooling at the tip of his head, mingling with his final few drops of come and dripping to the floor.

I stopped sucking daddy's thumb and looked up at him, surprisingly unshy about my spread legs or the mess I had made. "I love you, daddy." I whispered.

"I love you too, Margie-girl." Daddy whispered back as he stepped close to me, his cock resting between my legs again as he kissed me deeply on the mouth. "I love you, too."