Megan has been fascinating about her step-father ever since she understood the meaning of the word sex. He’s hard working with a chiseled physique and a perfect farmer’s tan.
When Megan sees her parents’ relationship on the rocks, she decides it’s time to start moving in on Daddy, but being ever the dutiful husband and father, her attempts at seduction go unnoticed.
Now, the separation of her parents is finally official, and Megan has decided to stay behind and comfort Daddy in his time of need. She’ll make him notice her no matter what it takes, and offer him her virgin flower to make all of her dreams come true.
Content Warning: The story features taboo Daddy daughter love, breeding sex, virgin deflowering, and graphic foreplay between two consenting adults. For readers 18+ only!
Word Count: 6,900+ (a short story)
“I’m ready, Daddy,” I breathed, wondering if I really was. My entire teenage years had been spent waiting for this moment. It felt surreal now that it was actually happening, like some amazing fever dream.
He pressed in softly at first, his bulbous glans unable to find easy entry. “Dear lord you’re tight. How long has it been since you last had sex?”
“Never,” I whispered, abashed.
“What?” He backed off, his thick phallus retreating.
“Daddy, no,” I cried out, fearful he would leave. “I want this. I want you. I’ve been saving myself for you for so long. This is all I’ve dreamed about since . . .” my words trailed off, my cheeks flushing. I had not planned this confession, but in that moment, I would say anything to keep him from stopping.
“Since when?” He sat back on his calves.
“Since I first knew what sex was.”
“Still. Your first time should be with someone your own age. I refuse to deflower my own daughter.”
“Daddy, please,” I begged, crawling up onto my hands and knees and clutching at his chest. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. The only man I want,” I insisted. “No other boy can live up to you.”
A gentle hand caressed my cheek, moving my hair out of my eyes. Unpleasant desperation churned in my stomach like a hurricane, ready to rain down destruction on my emotions. I was so close to getting everything I ever wanted. This couldn’t be the end.
“Is this really what you want?” Daddy asked, his voice soft with concern.
“More than anything. Please Daddy, don’t deny me this. I’ll never ask for anything, ever again.”
“You’re such a spoiled child,” he gave a breathy laugh.
My chest flooded with warmth as my lips were claimed by his, and my whole body seemed to relax in response. For a moment, Daddy just held me to him, kissing me with the same passion I had seen in so many romantic movies. It seemed like the stars had aligned in that one climactic moment, and I knew that Daddy was mine. All mine.
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