A Daughter's Lust, Revealed

The more she begged, the faster and harder he rubbed his cock against her. Amy realized now that she'd lost. She had to take what she could. At least she could feel his cock. She moved with him now, writhing as much as she could to help press herself against him, in rhythm with his desires. And she could make him come. She could be a woman for him, and make him come, on her if not inside her.

"Okay, Daddy, okay, come for me. Come for your princess. Come on your little girl. Rub your beautiful cock against me. Show me how hard I can make you come against my body."

She stared into his face, looking at the stern, loving expression she'd adored her entire life. His eyes had been closed, concentrating, but at her words he opened them again. They glazed over, filled with lust and fear and longing. He looked frightened and lost. The poor dear looked so frightened and lost. It was almost unsettling to see that expression on her father's face, the man that was always strong and in control for her. She dearly wanted to hold him tightly to her.

Despite the bonds, Amy took control, trying to reverse their roles, trying to command her father, to tell him what to do next.

"Do it, darling. I want you to do it. You can fuck me another time. Come now, come for your loving daughter. Come on me now, right now."

* * *

She pushed him so far over the edge with her words he thought his entire body was going to explode and vanish. In only moments he felt the cum surge into his shaft. He felt that familiar illusion just before he came that his cock was growing, that it was thickening and lengthening by inches. It felt as if it swelled beyond the point of bursting. There was a feeling of sudden release, like the crack of a whip, as a stream of cum burned through him to shoot from his cock head onto his daughter's belly.

Don squeezed his eyes closed while growling at the sensation, the complete euphoria that overwhelmed him as his cock took complete control of his body and trumpeted it's satisfaction throughout him. Only half consciously, he could feel himself rubbing his cum between Amy's belly and his cock, spreading it around, enjoying the new sensation of feeling his now slippery cock slide frictionlessly across her hot skin.

* * *

Amy watched her daddy's face intently as he came, and afterward. The hot blast of cum on her felt as good as it had the previous day, but when mixed with the feel of his cock against her, it surpassed in eroticism any other real sex she had ever had. She stayed there, letting him rub himself against her as long as he wished. She encouraged him.

"Did you like that, Daddy? Did I make you feel good? Your little girl wants you to feel good, Daddy. I want to make you feel really good."

Her father opened his eyes to gaze at her through a foggy curtain. He looked sad, but in a good way. He was calm, even serene. He looked lovely, Amy thought, if that was a fair word to use for a man, absolutely lovely. She adored him.

"I love you, Daddy," Amy said.

He turned and walked away from her.

* * *

Don found a knife in the kitchen as quickly as he could, then hurriedly returned to Amy. He lifted the knife up to cut one wrist loose, then took a long step back. Before he could, Amy reached out to run her hand through his hair. She tried to hold him close to her, but he tenderly, though irresistibly, backed out of reach.

"Come for me again, Amy," he told her.

Amy held his gaze as her hand fell obediently to her belly. One finger slipped through his cum, gathering it. She slowly lifted it to her tongue. She stared at him intently, defiantly, as she tasted it, then sucked on the finger, cleaning it completely. She made a show of rolling her tongue around in her closed mouth as her hand moved down again to her belly.

This time she covered all of her fingers with his cum, but instead of moving them up to her mouth, she slipped that hand down into her cunt. Don watched in fascination as she rubbed his cum around her cunt lips, and over her clitoris, then finally pushed two cum sticky fingers inside herself. She quickly moved to gather more of his cum, and push it eagerly into her pussy.

"You should have fucked me, Daddy. Your cum should already be inside me."

Don looked from her golden haired slit to her cover girl face, then back again, entranced by the sight of his daughter patiently filling herself with his cum. All of his own guilt faded at the sight of her wicked, sinful, complete abandon.

* * *

Amy rubbed her clitoris feverishly now. She drove her fingers into herself, trying wildly but ineffectually to buck with her hips. The red and gold and green bands of stockings restrained her too thoroughly. Even so, the thought of her situation drove her closer and closer to the feeling she wanted. He was watching her. She had to show her father how much she wanted him, how far she was willing to go for him, to be a woman for him..

"You should have done this to me, Daddy," she screamed. "You should have made me come like this. You should have used your cock like this, Daddy."

Then she came. The orgasms were small, but they repeated over and over. She felt her hips shudder with each wave, over and over, several times. Her knees went weak. She sagged, and her bonds supported her. Without them, she thought she would have collapsed on the floor.

It was disappointing. It was all a fraction of what she wanted, and needed. It was the slightest hint of what Daddy could do for her, what her forbidden, would be lover had to do for her.