cheatingslutsarehot:

When your Daddy ‘accidentally’ walks in on me in the bath.

“Oh! Daddy! I mean, uh, Matt’s Daddy.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Stacy! I hadn’t heard any sound in a while and was afraid you’d slipped and needed help. I just rushed in without thinking. Not that I was listening at the door or anything!”

“No worry! That’s why I don’t lock the door. I want you to be able to burst in, um, y’know, in case anything happens.”

“That’s very sensible. My little girls always lock the door, no matter how many times I tell them it’s dangerous. What bad do they think is gonna happen if they don’t lock the door? I’ve only walked in a few times…”

“You’re very protective. That’s sweet. They should listen to you, trust you, Dadd- Mr. Connors – um, actually can I call you Daddy? It just feels right, y’know?”

“Of course, Stacy. Maybe you’ll be my daughter-in-law some day.”

“Thanks, Daddy! You can think of me as your little girl, too, okay? I’ll never lock my door on you. You’re so protective. It makes me feel comforted and safe. I don’t need locks when you’re around, Daddy. You just came right in to save me, without even, um, taking time to put on more than a towel.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I was just waiting to shower. Oh! And here I am staring at my son’s naked girlfriend. You’re obviously safe – I should go.”

“No, stay! I mean, it’s just I’m your little girl now. Nothing to be ashamed of. Daddies see their daughters naked all the time, right?”

“Heh, not this Dad. My girls are very firm on that point.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s firm, Daddy. No, don’t hide it! It’s only natural. And only fair I get to see something after you’ve seen so much of me. Mmmm, you do rise to the occasion. That towels not doing much good, you know? It would really be less scandalous if you took it off. ”

“I guess you have a point, Sta- um, little one.”

“Oh my, that is something, Daddy. The apple fell a little far from the tree in some departments, I guess.”

“Thanks, uh. Your proportions are very nice as well. Certainly bigger than my other girls.”

“Maybe that’s why they don’t want you to see them. Maybe they feel embarrassed. But all sizes are nice, Daddy. Especially in a cute younger girl.  I’ll talk to them about it…Oh! I’ve kept you from your shower for so long! I’m so sorry, I guess I just let my mind wander off, thinking about how comfortable I feel here under your roof, near your big safe arms…Heh, sorry, I got carried away again. But the water’s still warm. Please, come in! No no, no, no need to be sheepish. Get in the bath with your daughter, Daddy, and let me make it up to you by washing your back…and maybe we can take care of some other, um, outstanding issues, before your wife sees… “

The rules were simple. When you collected her from wherever she was, you got to bring her home and fuck her. If you could get her to cry out your name, she was “reclaimed.”

The next time you failed to make her cry out your name, she was “emancipated” and would be free to seek out other lovers. She’d send you little videos of her calling out their names while she came. Eventually she’d get bored of them and ask you to “reclaim” her. 

But this time had been ridiculous. She’s been away a whole month. It had never lasted more than a week. In the videos she’d been moaning “Daddy.” Must be a new kink. Her own father was long dead. Maybe that’s how these kinks got started? You followed the GPS coordinates she’d sent, eventually pulling up to an all too familiar address. …it couldn’t be…your own father’s house.