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Daddy’s Little Girl, part 1of 3
Written By BigCarl
Edited by DeepBlueSea
It began when Charisma and I got together. She was a hot black girl with a great body that was curious about what it would be like to have sex with a white guy. I just happened to be the white guy that she wanted to have sex with to find out.
Considering I‘ve never had a black girl. I was more than willing to help her find out what it was like to have sex with a white guy. Needless to say it was great. So we got it on and kept getting it on every chance we got.
Then Charisma discovered she was pregnant. But by the time she realized she was up the stump it was too late for her to get an abortion. After talking about our options we decided to do the noble thing and stay together for the sake of our unborn child.
However her parents didn’t approve of me. They thought we were wrong for each other. Consequently they didn’t want any part of me or our unborn baby.
Charisma was completely distraught over her parent’s reaction to our situation. As a result of her parent’s attitude, we started having big time problems.
However, I was with Charisma in the delivery room holding her hand when she gave birth to our child. As soon as our daughter was born, Charisma told the doctor to give her to me.
Our daughter was crying when the doctor gave her to me. As I took her in my arms, I kissed her forehead and said, “Ooh no, baby girl don’t cry, it‘s alright Daddy‘s got you.”
As I began rocking her; she stopped crying closed her eyes and went to sleep. Needless to say Angie immediately became Daddy’s little girl and the love of my life.
While I was holding my daughter in my arms rocking her, Charisma told me that she never wanted to see either one of us again.
When Charisma told me that I wasn’t surprised, I was kind of expecting it because of her parents’ attitude. I just asked her to sign over her parental rights to me which she did.
Angie was a very small child with a light cocoa brown complexion, big sparkling brown eyes, soft jet black hair and a bow shaped upper lip and a large puffy lower lip that she curled up and stuck out when she didn‘t get her way.
I kept her crib next to my bed, but for some reason or other. She’d always ended up sleeping with me. During the day my parents would take care of her for me and they loved doing it.
When I took Angie to the park, I noticed that she stayed to herself and ignored the other kids! I though to myself she was going to be an intellectual. I enrolled her in a private school in hopes that she'd get a better education there.
When she started school, I felt it was time for her to sleep by herself and I set up a bed for her across from mine. But she wouldn’t sleep in it. I tried repeatedly to get her to stay in her own bed but she seldom did.
As soon as the lights went out, she’d crawl out of her bed and I’d hear her little feet running across the room. Then I’d feel her climbing into bed with me.
I knew I shouldn‘t let her sleep with me but I could never say no to her.
When we’d watch TV, Angie would curl up in my lap. As she started to get sleepy, she’d roll over on top of me, sort of straddling me put her little arms around my neck with her legs out to the sides of my hips resting her head on my chest and go to sleep. When she was sound asleep. I’d gently pick her up and put her in her own bed in hopes that she’d stay there but she hardly ever did.
Angie did better in school than even I expected. She became an honor student but she didn’t have any interest in sports or social activities. Everything with her was about learning.
Angie was a late bloomer when she started to develop into a young woman. By the time she was in late teens she had blossomed into a lovely petite young woman. I knew she was starting to develop an interested in sex because that’s all she talked about.
When Angie started college she began telling me all about all the sexual things the other girls said they were doing and who they said they were doing it with.
She kept telling me about this one girl in particular that claimed she was having sex with her father when her mother wasn’t home or after her mother went to sleep. Then Angie looked me in the eye and told me that she loved me and I could have sex with her if I wanted too.
I told her fathers and daughters weren’t supposed to do things like that with each other. She asked why. I told her that’s what people do when they fall in love and become man and wife.
Angie looked at me strangely and said earnestly, “But, Daddy, you’re not married and I love you and you love me, so what‘s the big deal?”
I just kissed her on the forehead and tried to explain to her again that fathers and daughters were not supposed to do that because it was incest. But she couldn’t understand that or maybe she just didn‘t want to. In any case, she let it go.
It seemed like it came out of the blue. Angie started exposing herself to me pretending it was accidental. She’d come of the shower into the living room wearing a towel around her that showed off the tops of her boobies and barely covered her crotch.
She’d bent over in front of me sticking her lovely little heart shaped ass up in the air for me to see. Angie would pull her shoulders back pushing out her cupcake sized titties and deliberately brush them across my chest as she walked past me.
As we’d watch TV, Angie would curl up beside me and deliberately wiggle around rubbing her breasts against my side or arm.
When she did that, I had a hard time not cupping her breasts and caressing them. I think the only reason I was able to resist the almost overwhelming temptation was because she was my daughter.
We were watching TV one night and Angie crawled over on top of me in the chair and straddled me like she did when she was a child with her arms around my neck and her knees on the sides of my hips.
She pretended to be asleep and started moving around until her crotch was pressed firmly against my cock.Then Angie began moving her hips back and forth and from side to side rubbing and grinding her cunt on my cock.
While she was doing that I could feel slight shivers of excitement running up and down her spine as her breathing became faster and harder. I’m ashamed to admit it, but as she squirmed herself around on my dick. I liked it so much. I quickly get an erection.
Then I unconsciously wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me, enjoying the wickedly wonderful sensations and the guilty pleasures I was receiving from being dry humped by a beautiful young woman even though she was my own daughter.
I could tell Angie liked the feeling of my cock getting bigger and harder pressing against her crotch because she started moving her hips rapidly back and forth in short quirky movements while her breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.
Suddenly I felt my daughters slight body starting to go stiff, then she pulled her head back and her face contorted into a grimace as she gasped loudly, “ Aah, aah Oh, God, Daddy.“
Then Angie began jerking and twitching as she wildly bucked her hips up and down slamming herself against my cock as she had an unexpected orgasm.
After the intensity of her orgasm passed, Angie collapsed on top of me gasping and fell asleep with her arms around my neck and her legs spread apart with her warm crotch pressing against my hard pulsing prick.
I was so aroused from my daughter’s lap dance I had to slip out from under her and run into the bathroom to relieve myself. I lifted up the toilet seat, whipped out my dick, closed my eyes trying to visualize Angie’s mother as I pulled my pork. But I couldn’t get off thinking about her.
While I desperately continued to stroke my pecker visions of my beautiful daughter riding me, giving me a lap dance, came flooding into my mind causing me to rapidly pull my peter faster.
As I whipped my dick thinking about Angie pounding her cunt up and down on my cock my knees got weak and I’d began exploding, spurting sperm, splattering it all over the back of the toilet.
After I finished ejaculating, I collapsed against the wall with my head resting on my hands, feeling guilty as hell as I called myself a fucking pervert.
The next time Angie tried to climb on top of me. I stopped her and told her we shouldn’t be doing this.
Angie got a hurt look on her face and stuck out her puffy lower lip as tears built up in her eyes and start running down her cheeks.
Then she said with a quiver in her soft sobbing voice,” But I liked the way if felt, Daddy, and I know you liked it too because I felt you getting bigger and harder when I did it.”
Angie paused for a moment. Then she asked me through her sobs, with tears now streaming down her cheeks,” Daddy, why don‘t you do it to me? I know you want to.”
I said to her firmly, “Angie, you know we’re not supposed to do that!”
Then Angie gave me that look with tears in her eyes and her puffy lower lip sticking out. Whenever Angie gave me that look, she‘d, make me feel so bad I’d give her anything she wanted and she knew it!
So I’d put my arms around her and pulled her over on top of me. As Angie began riding me, I kissed her teary cheeks and eye lids and rocked her back and forth in my arms. While I still tried to explain to her halfheartedly that I was her father and we shouldn‘t be doing this no matter how good it feels.
One night shortly after our little talk Angie was lying beside me in bed with her head resting on my chest. She was making believe she was sleeping again as she casually reached down and put her hand on my pecker. Then she lifted her leg over mine and began pumping her hips against the side of my leg while she gripped my dick.
I didn’t want to embarrass her. I knew she was going to be hot blooded like me and her mother. I also knew her hormones were going wild and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I thought to myself, maybe she doesn’t know how to masturbate and all her sexual actions are just her own natural innate impulses! Then it occurred to me maybe if I teach her to masturbate. She’d leave me alone before things got any further out of control.
So I rolled over on my side facing her and kissed her on the forehead eye lids and the tip of her nose. Then I kissed her soft pouting lips as I put my hand on the inside of her knee.
As I massaged her inner knee I whispered to her, “Daddy’s gonna show you how to make yourself feel better when you get horny.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she replied.
She was breathing heavily causing her breasts to raise and fall as I rubbed my lips against hers. Then I tenderly kissed her as I slowly rubbed my hand upward on the inside of her smooth warm thigh.
As soon as Angie felt my hand moving upward she began to tremble and squeezed my prick harder and sighed, “Aah,” as she asked” Daddy, are you going to make love to me tonight?”
I kissed her forehead again as I said tenderly,” No, baby girl. I’m just going to teach you what to do when you need sex.”
Angie just nodded her head as I told her that. But I couldn’t help thinking to myself that she was disappointed. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part.
Anyway, I didn’t have to say anymore to her. I could tell right away that she liked having my hand on her thigh just by the sound of her breathing and the way her body began respondingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Written By BigCarl
Edited by DeepBlueSea
It began when Charisma and I got together. She was a hot black girl with a great body that was curious about what it would be like to have sex with a white guy. I just happened to be the white guy that she wanted to have sex with to find out.
Considering I‘ve never had a black girl. I was more than willing to help her find out what it was like to have sex with a white guy. Needless to say it was great. So we got it on and kept getting it on every chance we got.
Then Charisma discovered she was pregnant. But by the time she realized she was up the stump it was too late for her to get an abortion. After talking about our options we decided to do the noble thing and stay together for the sake of our unborn child.
However her parents didn’t approve of me. They thought we were wrong for each other. Consequently they didn’t want any part of me or our unborn baby.
Charisma was completely distraught over her parent’s reaction to our situation. As a result of her parent’s attitude, we started having big time problems.
However, I was with Charisma in the delivery room holding her hand when she gave birth to our child. As soon as our daughter was born, Charisma told the doctor to give her to me.
Our daughter was crying when the doctor gave her to me. As I took her in my arms, I kissed her forehead and said, “Ooh no, baby girl don’t cry, it‘s alright Daddy‘s got you.”
As I began rocking her; she stopped crying closed her eyes and went to sleep. Needless to say Angie immediately became Daddy’s little girl and the love of my life.
While I was holding my daughter in my arms rocking her, Charisma told me that she never wanted to see either one of us again.
When Charisma told me that I wasn’t surprised, I was kind of expecting it because of her parents’ attitude. I just asked her to sign over her parental rights to me which she did.
Angie was a very small child with a light cocoa brown complexion, big sparkling brown eyes, soft jet black hair and a bow shaped upper lip and a large puffy lower lip that she curled up and stuck out when she didn‘t get her way.
I kept her crib next to my bed, but for some reason or other. She’d always ended up sleeping with me. During the day my parents would take care of her for me and they loved doing it.
When I took Angie to the park, I noticed that she stayed to herself and ignored the other kids! I though to myself she was going to be an intellectual. I enrolled her in a private school in hopes that she'd get a better education there.
When she started school, I felt it was time for her to sleep by herself and I set up a bed for her across from mine. But she wouldn’t sleep in it. I tried repeatedly to get her to stay in her own bed but she seldom did.
As soon as the lights went out, she’d crawl out of her bed and I’d hear her little feet running across the room. Then I’d feel her climbing into bed with me.
I knew I shouldn‘t let her sleep with me but I could never say no to her.
When we’d watch TV, Angie would curl up in my lap. As she started to get sleepy, she’d roll over on top of me, sort of straddling me put her little arms around my neck with her legs out to the sides of my hips resting her head on my chest and go to sleep. When she was sound asleep. I’d gently pick her up and put her in her own bed in hopes that she’d stay there but she hardly ever did.
Angie did better in school than even I expected. She became an honor student but she didn’t have any interest in sports or social activities. Everything with her was about learning.
Angie was a late bloomer when she started to develop into a young woman. By the time she was in late teens she had blossomed into a lovely petite young woman. I knew she was starting to develop an interested in sex because that’s all she talked about.
When Angie started college she began telling me all about all the sexual things the other girls said they were doing and who they said they were doing it with.
She kept telling me about this one girl in particular that claimed she was having sex with her father when her mother wasn’t home or after her mother went to sleep. Then Angie looked me in the eye and told me that she loved me and I could have sex with her if I wanted too.
I told her fathers and daughters weren’t supposed to do things like that with each other. She asked why. I told her that’s what people do when they fall in love and become man and wife.
Angie looked at me strangely and said earnestly, “But, Daddy, you’re not married and I love you and you love me, so what‘s the big deal?”
I just kissed her on the forehead and tried to explain to her again that fathers and daughters were not supposed to do that because it was incest. But she couldn’t understand that or maybe she just didn‘t want to. In any case, she let it go.
It seemed like it came out of the blue. Angie started exposing herself to me pretending it was accidental. She’d come of the shower into the living room wearing a towel around her that showed off the tops of her boobies and barely covered her crotch.
She’d bent over in front of me sticking her lovely little heart shaped ass up in the air for me to see. Angie would pull her shoulders back pushing out her cupcake sized titties and deliberately brush them across my chest as she walked past me.
As we’d watch TV, Angie would curl up beside me and deliberately wiggle around rubbing her breasts against my side or arm.
When she did that, I had a hard time not cupping her breasts and caressing them. I think the only reason I was able to resist the almost overwhelming temptation was because she was my daughter.
We were watching TV one night and Angie crawled over on top of me in the chair and straddled me like she did when she was a child with her arms around my neck and her knees on the sides of my hips.
She pretended to be asleep and started moving around until her crotch was pressed firmly against my cock.Then Angie began moving her hips back and forth and from side to side rubbing and grinding her cunt on my cock.
While she was doing that I could feel slight shivers of excitement running up and down her spine as her breathing became faster and harder. I’m ashamed to admit it, but as she squirmed herself around on my dick. I liked it so much. I quickly get an erection.
Then I unconsciously wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me, enjoying the wickedly wonderful sensations and the guilty pleasures I was receiving from being dry humped by a beautiful young woman even though she was my own daughter.
I could tell Angie liked the feeling of my cock getting bigger and harder pressing against her crotch because she started moving her hips rapidly back and forth in short quirky movements while her breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.
Suddenly I felt my daughters slight body starting to go stiff, then she pulled her head back and her face contorted into a grimace as she gasped loudly, “ Aah, aah Oh, God, Daddy.“
Then Angie began jerking and twitching as she wildly bucked her hips up and down slamming herself against my cock as she had an unexpected orgasm.
After the intensity of her orgasm passed, Angie collapsed on top of me gasping and fell asleep with her arms around my neck and her legs spread apart with her warm crotch pressing against my hard pulsing prick.
I was so aroused from my daughter’s lap dance I had to slip out from under her and run into the bathroom to relieve myself. I lifted up the toilet seat, whipped out my dick, closed my eyes trying to visualize Angie’s mother as I pulled my pork. But I couldn’t get off thinking about her.
While I desperately continued to stroke my pecker visions of my beautiful daughter riding me, giving me a lap dance, came flooding into my mind causing me to rapidly pull my peter faster.
As I whipped my dick thinking about Angie pounding her cunt up and down on my cock my knees got weak and I’d began exploding, spurting sperm, splattering it all over the back of the toilet.
After I finished ejaculating, I collapsed against the wall with my head resting on my hands, feeling guilty as hell as I called myself a fucking pervert.
The next time Angie tried to climb on top of me. I stopped her and told her we shouldn’t be doing this.
Angie got a hurt look on her face and stuck out her puffy lower lip as tears built up in her eyes and start running down her cheeks.
Then she said with a quiver in her soft sobbing voice,” But I liked the way if felt, Daddy, and I know you liked it too because I felt you getting bigger and harder when I did it.”
Angie paused for a moment. Then she asked me through her sobs, with tears now streaming down her cheeks,” Daddy, why don‘t you do it to me? I know you want to.”
I said to her firmly, “Angie, you know we’re not supposed to do that!”
Then Angie gave me that look with tears in her eyes and her puffy lower lip sticking out. Whenever Angie gave me that look, she‘d, make me feel so bad I’d give her anything she wanted and she knew it!
So I’d put my arms around her and pulled her over on top of me. As Angie began riding me, I kissed her teary cheeks and eye lids and rocked her back and forth in my arms. While I still tried to explain to her halfheartedly that I was her father and we shouldn‘t be doing this no matter how good it feels.
One night shortly after our little talk Angie was lying beside me in bed with her head resting on my chest. She was making believe she was sleeping again as she casually reached down and put her hand on my pecker. Then she lifted her leg over mine and began pumping her hips against the side of my leg while she gripped my dick.
I didn’t want to embarrass her. I knew she was going to be hot blooded like me and her mother. I also knew her hormones were going wild and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I thought to myself, maybe she doesn’t know how to masturbate and all her sexual actions are just her own natural innate impulses! Then it occurred to me maybe if I teach her to masturbate. She’d leave me alone before things got any further out of control.
So I rolled over on my side facing her and kissed her on the forehead eye lids and the tip of her nose. Then I kissed her soft pouting lips as I put my hand on the inside of her knee.
As I massaged her inner knee I whispered to her, “Daddy’s gonna show you how to make yourself feel better when you get horny.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she replied.
She was breathing heavily causing her breasts to raise and fall as I rubbed my lips against hers. Then I tenderly kissed her as I slowly rubbed my hand upward on the inside of her smooth warm thigh.
As soon as Angie felt my hand moving upward she began to tremble and squeezed my prick harder and sighed, “Aah,” as she asked” Daddy, are you going to make love to me tonight?”
I kissed her forehead again as I said tenderly,” No, baby girl. I’m just going to teach you what to do when you need sex.”
Angie just nodded her head as I told her that. But I couldn’t help thinking to myself that she was disappointed. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part.
Anyway, I didn’t have to say anymore to her. I could tell right away that she liked having my hand on her thigh just by the sound of her breathing and the way her body began respondingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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