Daddy's Whore Ch. 01

My name is Joseph Laughlin and my mother is pure blooded Navajo. Since my father is pure blooded Irish, I never received much respect growing up from either world. My wife, Teresa, never had a problem with my mixed heritage, but her very traditional Mexican family did. They told her she would be disowned if she ever married me, which proved to be no false threat. Ever since we took our vows, there has not been a single word from any member of her family.

Her parents are both American citizens by birth, but neither truly embraced what it means to be an American. Teresa was very different from every member of her family and loves this country greatly. Her parents taught her that Americans had stolen the land from Mexico and her siblings believed every word they were taught. My wife was never one to blindly accept anything, so she researched what had happened and was rather surprised to find the United States paid off the full debt that Mexico had acquired in its short existence. Not only had the victors not taken the entire country, they saved Mexico from ruin.

My wife and I may not be practicing Catholics, but certainly have the children of the most devout. Seven sons and one daughter makes for a rather full house and I am still not used to the quiet that has been brought on by their absence. My sons have all moved away and started families of their own, but my youngest is still living with us. Susanna is eighteen years old and shares the traits of both me and my wife. My sons visit as often as they can, but I am well aware of the time needed to build a strong family.

Shortly after we were married, a good friend invited us over to spend an afternoon with him and his wife. After several drinks, it was revealed they were swingers and we were both buzzed enough to accept what they had to offer. From that moment, our marriage became open and neither of us have ever looked back. I don't care who my wife fucks, just as she doesn't care who I fuck. We love each other and that is all that really matters.

Well before that moment with my good friend and his wife, I had fantasized about being with other women. Unlike most guys, my fantasies were always about women that are related to me. Sometimes it was my mother, but generally it was one of my sisters that I envisioned while in bed with my wife. Teresa has no knowledge of my incestuous fantasies and I have no idea what she would do if the truth was ever revealed.

I glance out the window and see Susanna laying on her stomach outside. She is wearing a skimpy string bikini, exactly the same style she has worn for years. Unlike all those other times, my eyes don't pull away from her body. Teresa is out, probably getting fucked, and we are alone. For the first time in my life, I see my daughter as a woman and her toned body looks wonderful with so little to cover herself. Knowing there is no chance of getting caught, my eyes remain on her round cheeks with desire on my face.

I drop my pants and start to stroke my massive dick, which must come from my mother's side of the family. There is nothing Irish about my eight inches and I have the girth to go along with the length. My eyes are locked on Susanna's bronze cheeks, but my mind is filled with the wonderful image of my daughter on her knees. This is the first time I have ever fantasized about her and I do not last very long as I explode. This isn't the first time my cum has flown in random directions and it won't be the last.

As I pull my pants up and start to clean the mess I made, I keep my eyes on those round cheeks as best I can. I have two fantasies that I have never experienced due to a lack of opportunity. One is incest and the other is turning someone innocent into my personal whore. Sure, I've been with whores, including my wife, but never was the one responsible for them reaching that point. I wonder if Susanna could fulfill both fantasies at the same time.

I know my daughter is not a virgin, since my wife told me and swore me to secrecy. Never once have I have talked about sex with her, since that was my wife's responsibility. The talk with the boys had been mine and my wife reluctantly took care of the talk with her. Teresa also informed me she that our daughter is on the pill, but spends far too many nights at home for her to be very experienced with anything.

Staring at her bronze body glistening under the sun brings me to the point of no return. I have to have my daughter and there is nothing to stop me. She will become my whore and mine alone. The only question that comes to my mind is how to make it happen. It isn't like I can just walk out there and tell her to suck my dick, which is going to be flaccid for a while anyway.

The ringing of the phone brings me out of my thoughts and I hear Teresa on the other end. My wife is telling me about an orgy she wants us to go to. I politely decline and tell her to have fun. There is no need for that last part, since there is little doubt she will have the time of her life. Teresa tells me how much my dick will be missed at the party, but I am free to be with any woman I wish. If only she knew the truth about which woman I had every intention of being with, I wonder what her reaction would be.

I am tempted to use alcohol to get my daughter to lower her defensive walls, but that isn't quite the same as what I truly desire. There is nothing more exciting than the idea of seeing her eyes change slowly over time. I want it to take time to get her to the whore she will become and slowly break down every defense she has without the assistance of alcohol.

About an hour later she comes in and I tell her about her mother's last minute business trip. That is what we always refer to our secret lives whenever we are around our children. They don't need to know about our sex lives and things like being with my wife in a gangbang would not be easy to explain. There is nothing surprising about a last minute trip and Susanna doesn't think twice about it.

I decide to wait until she's asleep to act our my incestuous desire for my daughter. She is a heavy sleeper and I am standing just outside her door with nothing to cover my body. I have been listening for the past ten minutes and am certain she is in a deep sleep. My fingers slowly turn the knob and I open the door to see her sleeping on her back on top of her blanket. She is wearing a long shirt and it completely covers everything.

I turn on her light without fear of her waking, since I have no interest in concealing my identity from her. I reach her bed and slowly caress her bare legs and love the way her flesh feels against my hands. There is no sign of her waking as I raise her shirt and reveal her panties and hope she will continue to sleep for what I must do next.

My fingers reach between her panties and her flesh and I slowly start to work them down. As she continues to sleep soundly, I am given a wonderful view of her tightly trimmed bush. I don't take the time I would like, since I need to get her panties off of her completely. They are caught on her cheeks, but I am patient as they are slowly released.

With her panties completely off, I continue to move in the hopes that my daughter's slumber is not interrupted. I carefully spread her legs and the pink stands out wonderfully from her bronzed skin. With no sign of waking just yet, I slowly get my shoulders under her legs and smell the sweetness of her hardly used pussy.

Inhaling deeply, I place my tongue carefully between her lips and she gives me a sigh in her sleep. I've tasted a lot of pussy, but there is something a little different about this one. I don't know if it's my lack of recent experience with anyone this young or the knowledge that it belongs to my daughter. Either way, it tastes very good and I start to slowly explore this newfound flavor.

She is still asleep as her sighs start to change to moans and I am slowly working my way to her clit. My brown eyes are looking across her body and her hands are moving towards my head. I cannot see her face as she continues to slumber, but that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is ensuring I eat her pussy better than it has ever been eaten and know she will wake to feeling things she has never felt.

Her fingers reach my hair as I reach her clit and my tongue is filling with more of the wondrous flavors she is bringing. Her moans are much more pronounced and her eyes will soon open, if they have not already done so. While I work her clit with years of experience, my eyes watch and wait for hers. Every movement I make is purposeful and aimed at giving my daughter ever increasing pleasure.

She moans out and her voice sounds out the pleasure I am giving her. "Don't stop."

I honor her words, but would not have cared if she had said just the opposite. There is no doubt she is awake, but still has not looked down to see my face. Her fingers dig into my short hair and I watch for her eyes to crest her body. These wonderful flavors and scents continue to build, which drives me onward and nothing will stop me from reaching my goal of being the one to make her cum harder than she ever has in her life.

Her dark eyes crest her body as she cries out from the pleasure I am giving her. Despite the continued sounds of joy, her body tightens as she realizes I am the one responsible for this. Susanna's eyes get wide with panic as I work her clit a little harder with my tongue. The panic passes and her eyes are filled with a desire for me to continue. Her body relaxes and her fingers run through my hair as our eyes remain locked together.

I know there is some internal battle going on in her mind, but it is short lived as she cries out louder. Her eyes disappear from my view and her body tightens once again, but for a very different reason. My daughter's fingers dig in and attempt to pull my face into her dripping pink hole, but I have all the leverage and control every action I take.

I feel her flood over my chin and she screams out her orgasmic release. As tempted as I am to take it in my mouth and wonder at the flavors that must be there, I keep my tongue focused on her hard clit. Wave after wave crashes over my face and my work on her clit prolongs the ecstacy she is feeling.

I wait until I know she has gone through the last wave of orgasmic pleasure and there is nothing left to push out against my chin. She is breathing deeply in the aftermath that only a great orgasm can bring and I pull away from her. I can still smell her in my nostrils and her clit has imprinted itself on my tongue.

I am standing over her body and her face is a few shades darker, which looks quite lovely in this light. Her breaths are causing her tits to rise and fall through her shirt and her nipples press hard against the material. Susanna's eyes are locked onto mine and I know she is unable to say anything right now.

I guide one of her hands to my massive shaft and she grips it like an amateur. That's alright, since she is an amateur and I will teach her plenty later. Right now, I have a raging hard on that needs to be dealt with. I start to stroke myself using her hand and I know she does not have the strength to fight.

I moan out as my eyes close and I explode over her body. Her hand does not attempt to pull back as I continue to release myself and she is quite willing to let me finish, which is a good sign. Susanna's grip isn't quite right, but mine is and I am sent to a new level of pleasure knowing it is her hand that's on my shaft.

I open my eyes with her hand still firmly on my manhood and her eyes have given no appearance of moving from my face. I search them out and find a mix of several emotions, which is exactly what I am looking for. I glance towards her tits and see where I have left my mark on her shirt. There is no sign of wanting to distance herself from what has soaked through to the flesh beneath and I know I have her.

Her grip loosens and her arm falls away, which tells me she has nothing left in her body. My work has left her exhausted and her face shows the pleasure can still be felt. She wants to say something, but can't find the words as she continues to breath deeply.

I smile at her beautiful face and my words are meant to be comforting. "Don't worry about talking, Susanna. I know you're tired. Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning."

She nods her agreement and her eyes start to close. Her breathing deepens and my eyes watch her nipples move against her shirt and I hate that the material is covering far too much. Her legs remain spread and I take another look at her pink as I leave her room. There will be plenty of time to enjoy that view later, but I have to get some sleep myself.

I can feel the cold on my chin as I walk to my bedroom and love the way the slickness of her release feels. Before getting into bed, I look at myself in the mirror and see her remnant glistening on my flesh. This is something I slowly burn into my mind, since I never want to forget the image before me.

Sleep does not come easily as I contemplate what I have done. There is a little guilt about what I did with my daughter, but far less than there should have been. It's one thing to fantasize about a family member and something else entirely to cross that line. There can be no going back from what I did and hope the guilt weakens over time. I have no intention of stopping anything and take her handjob as a positive sign.

After getting the most of my fitful night, I need to make a strong pot of coffee. I pass Susanna's room and hear her sleeping soundly. Opening the door, I find her legs are spread just a little and she never bothered to put her panties back on. There is a temptation to go beyond the doorway, but I pull myself back and close the door.

Teresa won't be home today or tomorrow, since those orgies are never one night affairs. As I wait for the dripping to fill the pot enough, my hands rub my chin and I can feel the dried remnant of her orgasm. I reluctantly release my hands to pour my first cup of many that will be needed and sit at the large table that has not been properly used in a very long time. There was a time when meals were filled with talking and laughter from my children, but that part of my life is lost to history.

I am on my second pot when Susanna wakes and decides to join me. She is still wearing the same shirt and my eyes are drawn to my dried cum. Her hands are shaking just a little, but she ignores them completely. My daughter's dark eyes are beautiful, but I can't determine anything from her closed face. Susanna's eyes, on the other hand, show a sea of emotion and I love what I see in them.

Her lips part and her voice is controlled. "You wanted to talk, dad, so talk."

I place my cup on the table and stare into her storm filled eyes. "I'm sorry I woke you up last night."

The corners of her lips turn down slightly. "That's it? You're not sorry for what you did?"

I keep my voice as even as hers. "No, Susanna, I'm not."

She shakes her head a little and her eyes are hiding something. "What's wrong with you, dad? You shouldn't want to do anything like that with me."

Her eyes don't quite match her tone and I keep my true intentions concealed. "Nothing's wrong with me."

She tries to sound angry, but her voice betrays her just a little. "Bullshit, dad. You have to be really sick to do something like that."

My lips raise slightly at the corners and my voice is getting a little difficult to control. "Like what? Giving my daughter the best orgasm of her life?"

Susanna looks me in my eyes and her voice continues to sound forced. "How the fuck would you know?"

The corners of my lips raise a little more and my voice is filled with the certainty that I know to be true. "Because boys your age don't know shit about sex. Hell, Susanna, they barely know where to stick it. You know what, I'm not sorry I woke you last night."

Her face is frozen in some mixture of fear and confusion. "None of that matters, dad. You had no right. I'm your daughter."

My lips lower and my voice continues to show my confidence. "You could have stopped me last night, but you let me continue eating your pussy until you came on my face. You didn't have to stroke my dick, but you did. This isn't about me, Susanna. is it?"

She shakes her head while I take a sip of coffee. "You're right, dad, this is about me. When I woke up and saw you down there, I knew I should stop you. Shit, I don't know why I didn't. No, that's not true. I know. It's because it felt so damned good and I didn't want you to stop. Does that make me sick?"

I shake my head and reassure her with my voice. "No, Susanna, it doesn't. Neither of us are sick for what we did last night."

She steadies her head and her voice is no longer hiding what she is feeling. "It's incest."

My eyes focus on hers. "So what? I don't care and neither do you. Is that what's troubling you?"

Tears start to flow from her dark eyes. "Yes, damn it, it is. Why the hell don't I feel wrong about last night?"

My voice is very loving as I continue to stare into her eyes. "Because there's nothing wrong with what we did."

She nods her head, but not in agreement with my words, and the tears continue to flow down her cheeks. "Yes, dad, there is a hell of a lot wrong with it."

I smile and my voice continues to comfort her. "Believe that if you want, but I'm not going to stop. I'm going to make you feel things you never thought possible and teach you a hell of a lot about sex."

Her tears are slowing and there is confusion on her face. "What if I don't want you to?"

I grin and my words are very clear. "If that were the case, we would be having a very different conversation and you sure as hell wouldn't be wearing a shirt with my cum stains. I'm going to go take a shower. Join me."

The confusion is still very strong in her dark eyes and she says nothing. I rise and turn away from my daughter without receiving any sign from her. My steps towards the bathroom are purposeful and I know she is not far behind. Susanna cannot deny the truth of my words and will do whatever I want to reach those maddening heights that I promise.

The hot water feels good on my body and I have I have only vaguely acknowledged her presence in the confined space. That will change soon enough as I wash the last of the soap away from my body. I turn towards her and my eyes look into hers, which shows a mild state of confusion over everything.

I step to the side and feel her body press against mine as we change places. She has her back to me and I start to work the soap across her skin. Her toned back feels wonderful as I slowly work my way down to her lovely cheeks. My soapy hands stop at the base and work their way back up, but my eyes remain focused on a wonderful view of my daughter.

My hands reach down to her round cheeks and I can feel the firmness beneath my fingers. She is not making a sound to show what she is feeling, but she is not pulling away from my touch. I start to work the soap between her cheeks and am very thorough with every inch of her crack. I could do this all day, but there is far more of her to enjoy.

My eyes move up to the back of her head and my voice does little to hide my desire. "Turn around."

She turns slowly, as if in a trance, and her eyes search out my reassuring face. The confusion is still there, guilt as opposed to confusion, but desire can be seen as well. My hands reach out for her tits and my eyes move down to that part of her body. Her tits are not exactly on the small side, but not as big as my wife's and her hard nipples are wonderfully dark against the bronze of her flesh.

My soapy hands reach her flesh and she continues to remain standing in silence. They are almost as wonderful to feel as her cheeks and I take my time exploring something I have not seen in a very long time. There is not one stretch mark to be found and gravity is no enemy of hers, at least not for about another decade. Her nipples press between my fingers and she lets out a soft hiss to show she enjoys what I am doing.