Deniz and Amelia

Deniz is a 34 year old man raising a daughter on his own. His wife died many years ago and he was completely over it. In fact, he didn't even miss her but he feigned it for his daughter on occasions. He hated his wife and everything that she was. The only thing he had to be thankful for from his dead-wife was the beautiful daughter she had given him. It was true that his daughter's looks were turning into his wife's but that wasn't a bad thing -- she had been a knock out. She had blonde hair, green eyes, flawless skin, full lips, curves in all the right places, and now Amelia was becoming a spitting image of her mother.

Amelia just 18 turned years old and was almost finished attending a private school that Deniz had thought was the best out there. Public schools were okay, but there were too many distractions and he wanted his baby girl to have the best education possible. It was also an all-girl school, because boys were too much of a distraction to the female teenage mind nowadays. Having Amelia attend this school was proving to be the best choice he had made in a long time.

The days were long when Amelia was away at school. Deniz didn't work because he didn't have to. He spent his days buying things to make his and his daughter's life better. He didn't date because he didn't really care for it, but he did sleep with many woman when staring at his daughter's sexy school uniform became too much to handle, which is an up and down side of having her attend the private school. He wanted to see her everyday in this uniform, but it was torture knowing he couldn't touch her and have her the way he fantasized about. He didn't care that he was her father. He didn't chastise himself for thinking such nasty thoughts about her. He was a man, and she was becoming a woman -- they each have needs and God knows Deniz has to have his needs fulfilled quickly...

Deniz came home one afternoon from shopping for groceries. He saw Amelia's convertible in the driveway and became excited -- not just that he missed company during the day, but he grew stiff, hoping to catch her still in her uniform. He grabbed the groceries from the back of his truck and set them inside the mudroom before he took off his shoes. He glanced up as he was just about to grab the groceries when he saw Amelia standing at fridge; the door was open and she was bent low at the waist, still in her school uniform. If it was possible, Deniz felt his cock grow even harder at the site of her bare thighs and breasts threatening to break free of her blouse. He ignored the urge to rub himself, fearing he would explode right then and there.

Amelia didn't noticed Deniz walk silently into the kitchen. She had on her headphones and Deniz could hear the beat of the music she was listening to. Her hips swayed back and forth and she hummed along to the words he couldn't hear. Deniz liked the days when Amelia didn't bother to change out of her uniform before having her after-school snack. It was a tradition that had been going on ever since she started school. The only thing that changed was what she ate when she came home. There wasn't much in the fridge to choose from, so she was standing there debating on what to have.

Deniz set the bags of groceries on the counter and leaned against it. He watched Amelia's thighs spread apart and wished that her skirt would rise just a little bit higher -- but it didn't. Amelia's hand came behind her and scratched an itch on the back of her thigh. She let it rest there for a moment, and Deniz dropped his jaw when he saw his daughter's hand slide to the front, under her skirt. She moaned softly. Deniz slipped away from the counter and tugged his little girl away from the fridge and closed it. Amelia let out a yelp of surprise, but her expression softened when she saw it was her father and then quickly changed to embarassment. She started to stutter an apology but Deniz put a finger to her lips, shutting her up instantly.

"How was school, baby girl?"

Deniz didn't move from the position he put himself in; he had Amelia pressed up against the counter next to the fridge and his body was mere inches from her's.

"It was fine, dad." She looked over his shoulder and saw the bags of groceries. "Did you get anything good?" Amelia started to pull away, but Deniz stood his ground and blocked any where she tried to go. She smiled a little, "Come on, dad, I'm hungry."

Deniz looked down at his daughter's chest. Her nipples were poking through the lace material of her bra and pointing out the front of her blouse. "Yeah baby, so am I... but I don't want food." He pressed himself against her, making sure she felt how hard she made him. He ground himself lightly against her. They moaned in unison. Deniz started to unbutton Amelia's blouse to expose her white lace bra. It seemed even whiter against the deep tan of her skin. He leaned down and kissed her for the first time. "Turn around," he whispered with authority. Amelia obeyed.

The clasp of Amelia's bra came undone very easily, and the straps slid down her arms. The bra fell to the floor with a thud. Deniz kicked it away. He looked at the skin stretched over Amelia's bones. In all honesty, Deniz had a thing for backs. He loved the look of a female back -- it seemed so delicate but it's stronger than it looks. Amelia's was filled with muscles most females didn't know they even had -- that she also got from her mother, being very active. Deniz kissed Amelia's shoulder, trailing up her neck to her ear while his hands ran themselves up and down her arms before sliding to her breasts. He was gentle; for now. His tongue traced the ridges and valleys of her ear and his teeth nibbled on her cute earlobe. Amelia closed her eyes and moaned, Deniz smiled.

"I've wanted you so badly for so long, daddy," she said.

Deniz sighed softly in her ear. He nipped harder at her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and tugging at it with his lips and teeth. After he left the ear and went back to kissing Amelia's neck and shoulders, he slid down to his knees so he could kiss down her back. He kissed up her back and told her to turn back around. Amelia smiled up at him and Deniz smiled back, his brown eyes sparkling. He kissed her softly once more, sliding his tongue across her bottom lip. He planted kisses all over her face and trailed once again down her neck and shoulders but stopped once he reached her breasts.

They really were magnificent. They were probably better than her mother's, to be honest. Everything about Ameila seemed to be better than her mother. Well, she does have a bit of me in her... he thought, and chuckled at the choice of words given with this situation. She definitely will have a lot more of him in her. "What's funny, daddy?" Amelia asked, her fingers combing through his thick brown waves that had only a small streak of gray. "Nothing, baby." Deniz took the nipple of her right breast into his mouth and nibbled on it softly, flicking his tongue at it before sucking on it. His left hand gave a gentle massage on her left breast. Amelia bit her lip and smiled.

"Daddy..." she moaned.

Deniz circled her nipple with his tongue one last time before giving the same treatment to the other breast. He kissed and licked his way down his daughter's torso, feeling the muscles beneath her skin everytime he made her tense her body up with pleasure. He reached her belly button, which was pierced and had a diamond crystal on the end of the barbel. The tip of his tongue circled her belly button before dipping in once, twice, three times. Each time Amelia moaned. He slid his tongue further down and ended up at the waistband of Amelia's skirt. He didn't want her to take it off; she still had on her shoes and stockings. Deniz was curious to find out what panties she decided to wear today. With his hands on her knees, he slid them up to the bottom hem of the skirt and continued to lift up the skirt.

Amelia's sweet young pussy came into view; no panties. Deniz flicked his eyes up to his daughter to find a devilish grin on her face. He grinned back. "Spread 'em, baby," he advised her and placed a foot on his shoulder. Deniz stared at her pussy for a moment; it was shaved except for a triangle of soft hair. Damn, she really was just like her mother. He spread her pussy lips apart and marveled at the soft pink folds. "Daddy?" Amelia asked, breaking his reverie. "Yeah, baby?" he looked up at his daughter in question. "Please lick my pussy, I can't stand this waiting." Deniz chuckled, "I'm getting there, angel." Deniz leaned in and closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of her. So much like her mother, yet so different. He reached out with his tongue and tasted his daughter for the first time. She was so wet, so very fucking wet.

"Mmm, daddy, your tongue feels so good on my pussy."

Deniz's eyes widened momentarily at the words coming from his sweet daughter's mouth but he was really more interested in what was coming out of her pussy. He'd never tasted anything so delicious, never saw anything so beautiful. He never wanted anything more than he wanted his daughter's pussy at this very moment. Deniz ignore her clit that seemed to be pulsating with the need to be touched, and instead he slid his tongue up her slit and back down to the center of her being. He slipped his middle finger inside up to the first knuckle. Amelia moaned and bucked her hips forward. Her hands were gripping the counter behind her, knuckles white with strain. Deniz pulled his finger out till the tip was barely in and then pushed it all the way in. There was a 50-50 chance that his daughter was a virgin. He hoped she was because he didn't want anyone to have her before he had his chance, but he hoped she wasn't so he didn't have to deal with causing her any pain. His finger slid in all the way to the knuckle and no barrier had stopped him. A part of him was relieved, but another part got very angry. He yanked his finger free of her pussy and stood up. The hand with the soaked finger grabbed his daughter's neck and gave it a little squeeze.

"How many boys have you fucked?"

Amerlia's eyes opened. They were glazed over with lust and newfound shock. She didn't answer, just stared.

"How many boys have you fucked, Amelia?"

"Only 4, daddy..."

Deniz ground his teeth together. "4 means you haven't found a good fuck yet. You don't need boys, Amelia. You need a man." Deniz grabbed his daughter's hand and placed it on his cock. At some point he had released it from the confines of his jeans but he couldn't remember when. Amelia wrapped her hand around it and smiled up at him, "You're so hard, daddy." Denize sighed with pleasure has her hand started to work on his cock. He couldn't be mad at her; not with her hand on his cock, and not with that angelic smile she was giving him. Again, so much like her mother, that gold digging whore...

"Suck my cock, baby girl. Make daddy feel good."

Amelia dropped to her knees and instantly took his cock into her mouth. It was just as wet as her pussy, and so warm. She worked magic over his cock. He groaned and grunted, grabbing Amelia's head he fucked her mouth. She took all 9 inches of steel daddy cock down her throat; she groaned. The vibrations of her vocal chords shook his cock. God, it felt so good. He fucked her mouth harder, slamming his cock down her throat. With one last grunt, he shot his load into her belly. Amelia gagged a little and Deniz let back but refused to let his cock leave her mouth until every last drop was gone.

Deniz ripped off his black t-shirt and tossed it aside. He pulled Amelia up and kicked off his jeans before pushing her against the counter. He forced her legs apart and shoved his still rock hard cock into her dripping pussy. He placed his hands on her hips and started to fuck her slowly. He was reveling in how tight her pussy was, and how deep he could go without her wincing. "God baby, you're pussy is so tight." He slid all the out until just the head was in, and then shoved all the way back in to the hilt. "Damn it, dad. I don't want it sweet and gentle. Fuck me hard. Give it to me like I know you want to. Fuck my cunt like I need to be fucked."

Hearing those words spill from his sweet daughter's mind reminded him that he wasn't the first to fuck her, that some boys had gotten her first, and the anger returned. He filtered the anger into something better and pounded away at her pussy, driving his cock deep inside of her. The tip of his cock hit against something it shouldn't, but he didn't care... he just needed this pussy. He slapped Amelia's ass hard. She groaned loudly, nearly blocking out the sound of fucking. He gripped her hips hard, nearly bruising the beautiful skin, and jackhammered in and out of her while she shouted.

"YES! Oh fucking God YES! Fuck me, daddy! Fuck your daughter's soaked pussy. Oh, your cock feels so good inside of me. FUUUUCK, hard, daddy! Give it all to me. Yes, pound my sweet young pussy."

"Yeah baby, take daddy's cock. I've been wanting to fuck the shit out of this pussy for such a long time. Oh shit... Fuck... Ohhhh." He pounded into her harder and harder. He could hear the sounds of her breasts slapping together. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see her face as he fucked her. He spun her around and shoved his cock back into her before lifting her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held her legs apart. He bounced her up and down on his cock hard for a few moments before spinning around and laying her on the kitchen table. He pulled her to the edge and continued to fuck her for all she was worth.

Amelia screamed and arched her back so high it seemed like she was doing gymnastics. Deniz felt the muscles of her pussy contract so hard around his cock as she came that it caused him to shoot his load inside of her. There was no warning -- as if he was going to pull out anyway. Her pussy milked his cock for every last drop of cum he had to offer as the pounded slowed down and eventually came to a halt.

Amelia started to laugh. "Holy shit... I really needed that."

Deniz smiled and laughed once. "Yeah, you have no idea."