My Daughter the Nudist

Sam continued to work me. She would deep throat me, then give herself a break, slipping my cock from her mouth to work it with her hand, while licking the head with her warm little tongue. It felt incredible, she was so eager and delighted and I could already feel the knot of tension building in me which would erupt into orgasm.

Sam, I think, sensed it too, as after a few more moments, she again removed her mouth from my dick. "So..." she said. "Do you want to carry on like this? Or do you want to fuck me?"

Fuck my daughter. Fuck my daughter? It should go against every instinct I had as a father. But at that moment it was all I wanted.

I wasn't going to force her to do anything, though. She was right, I wanted this, and now I knew it was what I wanted. But I needed to know it was what she wanted, too.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

She didn't reply straight away. Instead she stood, and sidestepped to the desk. She turned, facing away from me, and leaned on the desk, bending over, her legs parted. She was presenting herself, inviting me to her – I could see the dark pinkness of her labia between her open legs, ready to receive me.

"Fuck me, daddy," she whispered.

I ran my hand lightly over her bare ass. Her skin was so soft, so warm, so wonderful to touch. I realised then and there, I was no deviant, no monster, to be doing this. I was blessed – my beautiful daughter was offering herself to me willingly, letting me know that her daddy would always be the man she loved more than any other; in every way. It was time to stop being led, being ashamed, being awkward and full of guilt. It was time to be the man she wanted, the man she could always rely on, strong and wise, firm and loving.

I grasped her by the waist.

"Not like that, baby," I said softly. I span her around, so she was facing me. She offered no resistance – she would let me do whatever I wanted. I picked her up, bodily, by the waist. She weighed more than she had when she was little but I was still strong enough to carry her. Half lifting, half pushing, I sat her on the big, wide wooden desk. I grasped one of her knees in each hand, and pulled her legs apart, stepping in between them. She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me on the neck – little, fluttering, breathless kisses. I caressed her in return, cupping her left breast in my hand, feeling the supple, warm flesh, before rolling her stiffening nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped, pulling her face from my neck to look into my eyes with a smile. I moved my face to her breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other, running over the bumpy skin of her areola with my tongue, and giving the nipple a light, teasing nibble. She giggled and moaned.

I stood straight again, grabbed her thighs, pulled her closer to me. I put my hand between us, reaching down between her legs. Her vulva was shaved smooth – her only pubic hair was the "landing strip" she sported on her mound. Her pussy was slick with wetness, warm and aching for touch, for penetration. She moaned eagerly as I touched her, as my fingers slid between her lips to the moist velvet beneath. My thumb found her clit – she squeaked in delight. She drew back then, opening her legs wider, parting the lips of her labia with her own hand. She was showing me her readiness, but I didn't need showing – I knew already what she wanted and how much she wanted it.

A thought occurred to me, then, and I paused. "You're not –" I began.

"A virgin?" she completed. She blushed a little, blinking her long eyelashes. "No daddy. Sorry to disappoint you."

"Naughty girl," I smiled. I entered her then – she gasped as she took my cock, smoothly, her wetness easing me into her with little resistance. She felt incredible, and for a moment I just held her, one arm at the small of her back, the other supporting her at her shoulders, just enjoying the moment. Her hands rested lightly on my chest, she looked up at me, her mouth half open, eyes wide.

"Oh, daddy," she breathed.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper in, as deep as I could go. I thrust against her – slowly, gently at first, then harder, more rhythmic. She pushed back, angling herself so she could feel my motion stimulate her where she needed it. She moaned, her breath coming faster, her skin damp with sweat as we coupled, groaning, grunting, thrusting, becoming one. My chest and forehead beaded with perspiration, I pushed her back, down, fucking her harder. She threw back her head, breathing harshly. "Daddy... I'm coming!" she gasped, then her orgasm was upon her, she moaned and cried out, "yes! Yes! Yes!" Oh, yes!" as she succumbed to the pleasure of the moment, bucking and pressing into me to prolong it.

I could hold back no longer; the knot within me burst, and my own orgasm came flooding forth. My cock pulsed as I pumped my semen into her – more, and more, and more, with every thrust, incredible pleasure and incredible release pushing through me until, at last, we sagged, both spent.

Silence, then. I held her close, in my arms, her bare skin pressed against mine – she listened to me breathe, as I listened to her. Gradually, our composure returned.

She spoke first, looking up at me through moist eyes, strands of her hair stuck with sweat to her forehead.

"I..." she began. "I'm... I'm never going to wish this hadn't happened."

I stroked her head.

"Me neither, baby."

"I love you daddy."

"I love you too, Sam."

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And so, that's how it happened. How my daughter triggered an obsession in me that nearly destroyed what we had between us, but which ultimately gave us something even more powerful.

Now, things remain much the same. Sam still lives with me, and she is still a dedicated and devoted nudist. I attempted to embrace nudism myself, once or twice, in the name of making Sam happy , but Sam told me she prefers me with my clothes on – and that it's more exciting for her to be naked solo. To be honest that suits me fine – I'm still not too comfortable with the feeling of wandering about in naught but what God gave me, and if my baby wants to parade around in the nude for her dressed daddy, I'm not going to complain at that.

The cameras went in the trash, as I promised they would. After that night, I knew I wouldn't need anything like that again.

So at home it's just Sam and me, no secrets, nothing hidden. And we fuck.

Not all the time, not like boyfriend and girlfriend, or like lovers. Many are the nights we happily go to bed alone. But when the mood takes us, when there's that something between us, that spark that tells us both it's what we want, we come together and we fuck, and we neither of us regret it.

Sam is sticking to her plan, she will be off to university next year. She'll be moving out then, at least during term time, and I don't know if things will be different between us then. She says it won't, that she'll always be the person she is now, always the nudist, always loving her daddy in her special way. But I know she'll grow up, meet a boy maybe, and then who knows? But I'm not sad about the prospect, because it will never take away what we've had, what we'll always have – that bond between daddy and daughter.