Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

Alex walked into the house, sighing to himself.

That wasn't bad...

Stacy was a friend of a friend. That friend, Manny from college, had told him that not only was she close to his age, pretty, and athletic, but also that her bubbly personality and straightforward attitude would complement his laid-back demeanor and thoughtful approach.

At first, the date had been promising. There had been definite chemistry, and their personalities had meshed well. However, Stacy had made it clear early on that she was looking for a future husband at this point in her life and was hoping to find one sooner rather than later. That topic had come up quickly, and when he had mentioned Carmen and Ariel in response, it had triggered interest in her.

I've seen it before...I've already been married, so I'm proven husband material, and I have a daughter, so I could be a guy to start a family with.

After the topic had been broached and discussed, Stacy had continued to work her desire to settle down into their conversation.

She would want to lock it down soon. And that's not really what I want...

Dinner had been pleasant enough, and the coffee they had agreed to get after had been similarly benign.

We're not looking for the same things in a relationship...it would be tough to hash that out.

After coffee, they had parted ways, with a vague agreement to keep in touch, but nothing definite regarding another date.

Sighing again, he trudged over to the couch and sat down heavily.

TV, porn, or bed...tomorrow is Saturday, so I could do the first two and then go to bed...

Footsteps pitter-pattered on the upstairs hallway floor, and then thundered down the staircase.

Ariel swung herself around the bottom of the stairs in her customary dismount, launching herself into the living room, standing expectantly before him, wide smile illuminating her face.

"How did it go?"

He sighed a third time, and her smile fell.

"What happened?" she asked, joining him now on the couch, folding her legs up underneath herself, fixing her quizzical stare at him.

He shrugged.

"That's not an answer," she told him sassily.

He replied with another shrug, and then dodged her playful whack.

"Daddy! Tell me what happened, I want to know."

"It was alright, but I don't think it would work out."

She frowned.

"How do you know if you don't at least give it a chance?"

"I just had the idea that it wouldn't work out. We're looking for different things. The date was alright, but that's about it."

She frowned again, and looked away, lost in thought.

Alex glanced at her, waiting the next question or comment, but was briefly distracted.

Sometimes I forget how much you look like Carmen...and then I look at you.

The two women shared the same olive skin tone, as well as dark brown hair, certain facial features, a short stature, and a curvy figure.

Although Ariel had always resembled her late mother from a young age, that last similarity had become noticeable once she had hit puberty. Now that she was nineteen years old, only a little older than Carmen had been when he had first met her, it was easy to take a quick, sidelong glance at her and mistake the daughter for the mother. Even her breasts, in their youthful pertness, and her ass, in its ripe roundness, reminded him of Carmen's.

He had seen her naked countless times when she was younger, being her father, but after she had reached a certain age, she had discovered shame, as many children did, and made sure to keep her clothes on around him as often as possible. Her reaction the few times he had accidentally caught sight of her in just her underwear had usually been a shriek of surprise and a hastily slammed door.

But then her sensibilities had changed again some time in high school. Suddenly, there were no shrieks and slammed doors when he caught her in any state of undress, only a breezy greeting. The first time she had padded into the kitchen in the morning wearing only a bra and panties had surprised him, and it had been then, given a few minutes to look at her body, that he had realized that she had gotten her physical attributes from Carmen. That realization had been followed swiftly by shame at how he was checking out his daughter, even if it was largely to compare her to her mother.

Now, as a young adult, she was just as open and comfortable around him. Although she did not go out of her way to wear just a bra and panties around him, the clothes that she did wear at home did nothing to hide her curves. That lack of modesty meant that he had plenty of chances to compare her figure to her mother's.

As if on cue, his eyes slide down to her breasts, covered by a thin t-shirt, their shape evident, the nipples slightly indenting the material, and further down still, to where her shorts were short enough to show off the bottoms of her ass cheeks.

Jesus Christ, I really shouldn't be checking you out...if only you had my looks and Carmen's personality instead of this...

His eyes now returned to her face, just as she swung her head back to look at him.

"I'm worried about you," she proclaimed solemnly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Because of tonight's date? It wasn't that bad."

She stared at him, a serious expression on her face that gave him pause.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

He was unable to answer for a few moments, thrown and taken aback by the painfully blunt question.

"That...that is none of your business," he finally was able to respond.

"Probably not since Maggie," she said. "Which would be at least June."

"That's none of your business," he repeated, eyes wide at the turn this conversation had taken.

"You're a grown man. You should be having regular sex, instead of just jerking off."

"Whoa, okay, no," he sputtered, shaking his head, "this is none of your business. This conversation is over."

"No, Daddy, come on! We need to have this conversation."

He was halfway off the couch but stayed there to shake his head again.

"No, we really don't."

"You've been on plenty of dates since Maggie, but nothing's come from any of them."

"Yeah, because those women weren't what I was looking for," he replied defensively.

"You never gave them a chance. Do you not want a relationship? Something, even if it's just a fuck buddy?"

He sputtered in confusion and frustration again.

"Wha...this is not a conversation we should be having! At all!"

She sat up, closing a hand around his arm, as if to keep him on the couch.

"Daddy, you're a grown man. You need sex."

"No, I don't, and even if I did, it has nothing to do with you."

"Why don't you want to have a relationship with somebody? These dates you go on, you're fine with them just being one-offs?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that this is none of your business?"

"I care about you. I want to know that you're okay, and that includes your love life."

"I don't know why it does," he said then, standing, wrenching himself as gently as he could from her grip.

"Can I take a guess?" she asked then. "Why you don't want a relationship?"

He hesitated, but the steely, stubborn look on her face was eerily reminiscent of one her mother had worn plenty.

If we don't discuss this now, she'll keep bringing it up. Best to just get it out in the open and hash it out now...

"Sure," he said, throwing his hands up in defeat and slumping down on the couch.

She took a moment to regard him seriously.

"See, I think there are two reasons," she said finally. "First, you feel like you don't need a romantic relationship. You're fine with what you have. You had a great relationship and life with Mom, and you have me to take care of, so you feel like you don't need a girlfriend or even someone to just hook up with."

She paused then, staring at him as if to gauge his expression, which he did his best to keep neutral, despite her guess being on the nose.

"Second, you don't have the energy or desire to get to know someone new and build a relationship with them. You loved Theresa, and maybe Maggie, but they didn't work out. Now you think about that when you're on a date, and it messes with your head, because you think 'this relationship won't work out, so why give it a chance at all?'."

She paused again, still gauging his expression.

"How did I do? Tell the truth, Daddy."

He sighed, slumping back into the couch.

"Not bad, honey. More on the nose that I really want to admit."

"Since you don't want a relationship, and you're not the hook-up type, you're stuck with jerking off."

He sputtered again, throwing his hands up in protest of the statement.

"I still fail to see why this is any of your business!"

"I have a solution," Ariel said then, staring at him with that solemn expression.

"What?" he asked. "You have a friend to set me up with? Maybe a pretty college professor?"

She shook her head at the snarky comment.

"Then what is your solution?"

"Me."

He stared back at her for a moment, with a complete and utter lack of understanding, that one small word inspiring confusion.

"You?" he finally said. "What do you mean, you?"

"You don't want to take the time to meet new people and build a relationship with them, right?"

"If you say so," he said in resignation, still watching her warily.

Oh god, she better not be suggesting what I think she's suggesting...

"Well, you know me, and love me. There's no threat of a relationship ending, so you don't have to worry about that. And we live together already. I'm the perfect fuck buddy."

Those words hung in the air. Alex stared back at her, searching for something that might reveal the joke, some giggle or grin that would let him know that this was all some twisted but ultimately harmless prank.

But there was only her solemn expression.

"You can't be serious," he finally said.

She frowned.

"Daddy, I am serious! It's perfect."

"It's incest," he replied simply, still staring back at her with a dumbstruck look on his face.

"So? Incest is only bad if you fall in love, which we won't, or if you have kids, which we won't."

He gaped at her, horror dawning on him as he realized something.

"My god, you've thought about this, haven't you?"

She nodded.

"After that date you went on with Becky, I started thinking about it."

"That was in October!"

"Yeah," she answered simply, "I was scared to bring it up for a little while. But now I know you need my help."

"Uh, no, I really don't," he said, shaking his head, standing back up now, "what I need is to go to bed and forget about this."

"Daddy!" she cried, standing up as well, the sudden movement making her breasts bounce, that in turn making his cock twitch.

Damn it...

"At least think about it," she told him, a slight pout forming on her lips, the one that often expertly tugged at his heartstrings and convinced him to cave to her requests.

God, just like Carmen's pout. Although that was less petulant and more sexy...although Ariel's pout is a bit sexy...damn it, man, this is your daughter!

"No, I really won't," he told her firmly.

"If you don't take advantage of this offer, you'll be stuck with just your hand."

He sputtered yet again, thrown off by the conversation and her stubbornness.

"It'll be perfect," she carried on, as if sensing weakness, "we love each other already, and know each other, and trust each other. No one will know, so we won't get into any trouble."

"God," he sighed, "you're just like your mother. Won't let up..."

She stepped close, close enough that her front brushed against his, and put her hand on his chest.

Her voice came out in a sultry purr.

"Then just pretend I'm her."

The comment floored him. He felt anger bubbling up instead of confusion or wonderment.

"Don't disrespect your mother like that," he told her quietly, plucking her hand up and taking it off his chest.

"I'm not disrespecting her," Ariel replied, ignoring the tranquil anger on his face, "I look like her, so it'll be easy enough."

"Go to your room," he muttered, closing his eyes briefly to ward off the anger threatening to break loose.

"Daddy, you can't just send me to my room anymore, I'm not a child."

"Go to your room!"

She jumped in surprise, suddenly taking in the anger on his face. The expression that flared to life on hers took him back to her childhood, as it was the same worried fearfulness that she had shown those few, regrettable times he had yelled at her. But that look did not quell the anger now.

He waited expectantly, staring intensely at her.

Ariel spun, and dashed for the staircase. His eyes were drawn to her jiggling ass, and again his cock twitched.

Damn it, man!

She rushed up the stairs, and a few moments later, he heard her door slam.

Damn it.

His anger ebbed quickly, and exhaustion took its place.

Bed it is...

Sighing, he trudged up to his room.

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Ariel snuck down the stairs.

Last night had been a defeat, but she had learned early in her life that sometimes it just took persistence to sway her daddy.

He was sitting on the couch, watching soccer, his eyes glued to the action.

Awaiting his reaction to her appearance after their conversation, she joined him on the couch.

"Morning, Daddy," she said brightly.

"Morning, honey," he answered, sparing her a glance and a smile.

Luckily, the game was seconds from halftime.

Once the whistle blew, she turned towards him.

"Daddy," she began, "about our conversation last night..."

He cut her off quickly.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," he said, "but that conversation, in my mind, never happened, and won't happen again."

She pouted, using the look that had always been so effective in the past.

"Do you not find me attractive?"

"You're my daughter!" he cried, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"You can still find me attractive. I look just like Mom, that must attract you."

The mention of her mother made him hesitate. She steeled herself for another angry outburst, but he just sighed.

"Yes, it is difficult to deal with sometimes, to be honest, but you are my daughter."

She pouted again.

"I know you think I'm hot, at least. I've seen you look at my ass and tits."

He gaped at her, a blush rising on his cheeks.

Something else probably rising too...

"It's okay, I'm not offended or anything. It's natural."

"No, it's not. You're my daughter! I shouldn't be staring at you like that."

"You're a guy, though. It's fine, I'm really not offended or anything. I'm glad, because it means you think I'm hot."

He gaped at her still.

"Okay," he finally said, "we are not having this conversation. Not now, not ever. Got it?"

"Daddy!" she squealed, fixing him with her best pout.

"Don't 'Daddy!' me," he told her. "This is over. Get it out of your head, because it's not happening."

She slumped on the couch.

Let me try something else.

"I just want to help you," she murmured despondently, looking down and away, sniffling dramatically.

She sensed his gaze on her immediately, drawn to the promise of tears like a moth to a flame.

"Honey," he said gently, sliding over to put a tentative arm around her, "I appreciate that, but this is something you can't help me with."

She let her eyes slide over to look at him.

"Why not? The only person stopping you is you."

His gentle concern turned back into surprised wonderment, and he drew back, glancing down subtly as if just remembering that she was wearing a thin t-shirt with no bra and shorts that showed off part of her ass.

"You're not just some random girl offering herself to me," he told her simply, "you're my daughter, my little girl. I changed your diapers and wiped your butt and taught you to read and raised you and did everything else for you."

"And I can never repay you for that, Daddy. But I can help you now. Let your little girl take care of you."

He stared back at her, his mouth opening as if to say something, those words dying after a moment.

"I just want to help you," she pressed on, "let me help you."

"Just give it up," he said then, desperation bleeding into his voice. "I appreciate that you want to help me, but this won't happen."

She pouted.

"Tell you what," he said, "since you're so worried about me, how about if I promise that I'll try again with Stacy? I'll go out with her again, give her another shot?"

She smiled.

That would work. But I know you, Daddy. It won't work because you just don't want it to. You're too comfortable with what you have.

"Okay, Daddy. If you promise me that, I'll forget about it."

He smiled back and pulled her in for a quick, fatherly, side hug.

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Alex walked into the house, sighing to himself. His head throbbed slightly.

Well, there goes that...

His second date with Stacy had started pleasantly enough. The conversation and rapport had again been good, and he had forgotten for a while about why he had thought they would not work out. Dinner had again been followed by coffee.

During the coffee portion of the date, she had broached the subject of their potential relationship.

"Where do you see us going?"

The question had caught him off guard.

"I don't know," he had finally answered. "I'm not looking for anything specific."

"Well," she had replied, "I told you last time that I'm looking for a husband. A guy I can settle down with."

"Yeah, I remember."

"You seem like a nice guy, like somebody who would take care of me."

He had nodded, unsure about how to reply.

"But I have to be honest. If you're not looking for something long-term, it'd probably be better for us to just nip this in the bud. I like you, and I've had a good time with you, but I want more than just that."

Her straightforwardness had thrown him for a few moments.

"Well, like I said," he had said, "I'm not looking for anything specific. I like you too, you're nice and I've had a great time with you. But I would want to take our time, not rush into anything, you know?"

She had nodded seriously.

"I think it'd be better if we just nipped this in the bud. We're looking for different things. I don't just want fun."

They had parted ways with a friendly hug.

Next to the coffee shop they had gone to was a bar. Feeling defeated, and not quite wanting to go home yet lest Ariel suggest incest again, he had stopped in for a drink. The bartender was a young woman, attractive and flirty, not only eager to serve him but also quick-witted and talkative, easing his disappointment. During that first drink, his hand had twitched towards his pocket for his phone, to check the time, when a voice had spoken up in his head.

When was the last time you were out like this? Don't worry about the time, you can work from home tomorrow if you need to.

I should let Ariel know I might be coming home later than I told her, he had answered the voice. Even if she wants me to have sex with her, she's still my daughter.

She'll be fine, she's a big girl.

The voice had been persuasive. The bartender had been persuasive in her own right, not pushy but solicitous, making sure that he did not lack for alcohol. Their back-and-forth banter had fueled a fantasy, where he would wait until the end of her shift and take her home. 

Ariel was willing to fuck you to get you some. She would be ecstatic if you brought someone home.

That fantasy had been dashed during his third drink, when an apparently frequent customer had inquired about her husband.

He had stayed at the bar past midnight, chatting with the bartender and other customers as well. When he had finally checked his phone, the time had read 12:40 a.m., with several texts from Ariel.

After a shot on the house from the bartender, he had left. The alcohol had not entirely hit him until he was in the Uber on the way home. Fresh air from the car ride helped ease the effects of the drinks, but he still felt somewhat out of sorts, a slight headache throbbing gently at his forehead.

I haven't had that much to drink in a long time.

He made his way upstairs, being careful to not make too much noise.

Porn, and then bedtime...

Making sure that Ariel's door was closed, and her light was off, he slipped into his home office. Once the door closed, he opened his laptop, and found his way to one of his usual videos. His headphones were still connected, so he put them in, lowering the volume so that he could hear in case Ariel woke up.

Sure enough, partway through the video, his hard cock in hand, he heard footsteps thumping against the hallway rug.

He managed to close the tab and tuck himself back into his pants before the door burst open. Feigning surprise, and willing his erection to subside, he spun his desk chair around.

"Where have you been?" Ariel asked him angrily, an adorable combination of a snarl and a pout on her face. "And why didn't you answer my texts?"

His eyes flickered down quickly, and this time, his cock throbbed.

Damn it...

She was wearing a thin, low-cut tank top, the round swells of her breasts straining against the front, the sharp buds of her nipples pressing through the material as well.

As if that isn't bad enough...

She was wearing panties as well, the little pink scrap of fabric cupping her sex.

His cock throbbed again.

The moment that he had spent checking her out had felt like an eternity; at that eternity's end, he finally was able to answer her.

"I went to a bar and lost track of time. Didn't see your texts until I was leaving, and then I didn't want to text you back in case I woke you up."

Her anger melted. The smile that bloomed across her face made his heart swell, that look of pure happiness so wonderful to see. However, her youthful, shapely body barely covered by her clothes made his cock swell as well. A sudden surge of desire roiled through him, but he willed it away.

It's just because she looks like her mom.

"Does that mean the date went well?" she asked him mischievously.

When he shook his head, that bright smile fell.

"We're looking for different things."

She huffed in frustration.

"It's only two dates, Daddy. You said you would give her another chance."

"She's the one that suggested calling it off."

"And I bet you really fought her on it."

He chuckled, but she just sighed in annoyance.

For a moment, it seemed like another proposal of incest was imminent.

It'd be so much harder to resist her right now. She's half-naked, I'm tipsy and still hard because she interrupted me jacking it...

A brief flicker of shame ran through him at the thought that he might capitulate to her proposal instead of holding firm against it.

"Maybe you should sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning," she suggested.

"Maybe I'll do that," he said quickly, glad that she had not suggested incest.

The way your cock is throbbing right now, you might've taken her up on it.

He ignored the voice.

"Well, speaking of sleep," he said, rising from the chair.

The quick movement made him sway unsteadily for a moment. He put his hand on the chair for support, his head throbbing slightly again.

"Are you drunk?" Ariel asked him.

He shrugged.

"I had some drinks. I'm fine."

She came closer, and as she went up on her tiptoes to sniff at him, he was given a clear view right down the front of her tank top, straight into the lush hills of her cleavage. His cock jumped, already hard from the porn but now aching. The lust that he had felt while masturbating was now searching for an outlet, and one was nearby.

"You smell like beer," Ariel told him disdainfully, curling her lip, "come downstairs and I'll pour you a glass of water."

She spun and padded out of the office.

The sight of her from behind only made his cock ache more. Luscious ass cheeks peeked out around the skimpy panties, that vista alluring and yet taboo, a father ogling his daughter's backside. His cock did not care about their relationship, the needy length of flesh railing against its prison, clamoring for someplace to sheath itself, seeing that place directly ahead.

I'm sure she would let you, a voice whispered in his mind.

No, I couldn't do that...

Uh, yeah, you very much could. She proposed it herself, why would she say no now?

Ariel poked her head around her door.

"Are you coming or what?"

He nodded, waving off the question, and followed her.

You could be coming soon if you just fuck her like she suggested.

The walk from his office to the stairs, and down to the first floor, felt like another eternity, one in which his eyes were pinned to his daughter's ass, and his mind was at war with itself.

No one would know. Only the two of you. Who would she tell?

She's my daughter. It would be wrong.

Like she said, only if you elope or have kids, neither of which will happen.

She's my daughter...

So? You won't be hurting her. She's the one that proposed it in the first place. You think she's hot, so, take her up on the offer and fuck her.

He cursed under his breath as they went down the stairs.

Why did I drink tonight? I can't get my head right.

It's not the alcohol, the pesky voice said. You want to fuck her. She's hot. Maybe it's partly because she looks so much like her mother, but hey, either way, you want to fuck her. You're just too ashamed to make the choice yourself, which is why you're talking to me, aka yourself. You need to be convinced, and you think if I convince you then you might somehow be blameless. Even though I'm you...

Alex could not help but chuckle to himself at his bizarre train of thought.

Stop overthinking this, a third, more willful voice rang out, and just fuck her.

Distracted by his dilemma, and drunk to boot, he missed the last step of the staircase. His hand shot out, and he caught himself on the end of the bannister, recovering but still thumping down onto the first floor with a loud thud.

Ariel spun.

"Are you okay?" she asked, glancing down at his feet, again giving him the chance to appreciate her cleavage.

"Yeah," he murmured, forcing himself to look away, clenching his fists to ward off the building desire, "I'm fine."

She rolled her eyes and continued into the kitchen.

Dragging his eyes from her ass was exceedingly difficult, but he managed to do so.

And then she went to the fridge, opened it, and bent down to retrieve something.

His cock screamed for relief. Sweat beaded on his forehead at how his daughter's ass was pushed back towards him.

Just walk up to her, pull those panties down, and stick it in there...

He gritted his teeth as she straightened, Brita filter in hand, and went up on her tiptoes to grab a glass from the cupboard.

Again, she spent a few seconds rooting around, allowing plenty of time for his eyes to feast on her ass. It was the perfect combination of fit and fat, boasting a shapely roundness while also appearing quite pert and fit. His cock jumped at the sight, at how those panties displayed the firm cheeks perfectly.

Just do it, man, she wants you to, just do it, you need it, you're practically tearing a hole in your jeans...

Ariel padded over to the kitchen table and poured out a glass of water, blissfully unaware of the conflict in his mind. Even with the overwhelming desire and the devil on his shoulder sounding very convincing, his fatherly love was putting up a fight.

A fight that was lost quickly when she bent over the table, unintentionally presenting herself to him.

That sight triggered some animalistic instinct that he could not combat. His cock raged as he moved forward swiftly, the desire that had been pent up inside him rushing out now like a powerful flood, overruling that fatherly love and replacing it with a burning lust. Ariel straightened back up, but the damage was done.

"I guess I forgot to put you in the sink," she idly told the empty glass she had plucked off the table.

He grabbed her by the hip and the shoulder. One hand shoved her back down over the table, the sudden maneuver knocking over the glass of water. A loud clatter sounded as she reflexively dropped the empty cup onto the floor.

"Daddy!" she squealed in surprise, struggling instinctively.

His other hand went from her hip to her panties and yanked aside the gusset, exposing her slit, pink and ripe.

There it is, nice and tight, it's all yours...

"Daddy," she murmured, calmer now, but still wriggling slightly under his grip, "not now, I want to go back to bed, I have a test tomorrow morning..."

He started on his belt and jeans, using the hand he had shoved her down with.

"Not now, Daddy!" Ariel said, rising back up off the table now.

He grabbed her shoulder, and shoved her down again, a grunt coming from her as she smacked into the table, knocking aside the glass still on the table, another clattering sound echoing in the kitchen as it landed on the floor. A whine of discomfort followed the grunt, as her impact against the table had been enough to jar her. But the lust swirling in his mind made it difficult to think about anything other than sheathing himself inside that inviting slit.

"Not now! I'm tired," she mewled, her struggling a bit weaker now.

His jeans slumped down as they and his belt were dealt with. One hasty push sent them down further, and then his boxers joined them, his cock bobbing freely in the air, a bead of pre-cum seeping from the head.

"Daddy, let me go to bed!"

He ignored her protests, his mind too concerned with satiating his desires.

You wanted me to fuck you, that's what I'm going to do...

His free hand again yanked aside the gusset of her panties, clearing the way for him.

"Daddy!" she cried, wriggling underneath his hand.

There was no hesitation now, his lust set free and controlling his actions.

"Daddy, let me - "

The following words were cut off when he found her slit and pushed inside.

Two sounds erupted out into the kitchen.

The first was her squeal of surprise, and the second was his groan of contentment, delayed after a few moments spent luxuriating in the softness and sleekness of that channel.

The last time he had sex was over the summer, with Maggie, before they had broken up.

But it felt like much longer than that.

His hand went to her hip, squeezing there almost possessively, feeling the flesh tremble. The slick embrace of that cunt was a natural delight, a thrilling sensation that he had gone without for too long.

"Daddy," she whined, but the struggling had died down, and there was a note of pleasure in that word.

He pushed forward, groaning again, gritting his teeth at how the channel clutched at his passage, drawing him deeper, his hips not letting up with their insistent pressure, sending more of his shaft into his daughter's body.

His eyes flickered down to the firm peachiness of her ass, and then went up along the curve of her spine. The tousled mess of her hair covered her face, but he could hear hitched breaths from underneath that shroud, whimpers coming out in between them. She had settled down now besides the occasional shudder; her hands reached out in front of her, scrabbling for purchase. The spilt water from the cup he had knocked over drenched the top of the table, trickles running over the edge of it as well.

"Daddy," she murmured mindlessly.

The sound of her voice was an aphrodisiac, that husky tone of a needy female. His hands tightened on her figure, one still at her hips, the other at her shoulder, holding her down still.

She did want this. If she hadn't, she would've fought harder.

Alex wanted to indulge in the sheer euphoria of the moment and the animalistic excitement of claiming a female.

But it felt too good. A familiar feeling bloomed down in his core.

I won't last long right now.

One more push, and he was fully sheathed inside that welcoming cunt, his balls now resting against her taint. The gusset of her panties had been yanked aside, and as he drove deeper, his shaft rubbed against the light material, another sensation added into the mix.

Ariel moaned, now gripping at the sides of the table, otherwise staying still, letting him have his way with her.

She wanted this. She's dripping wet...

His lustfulness had taken her by surprise, but after the first few moments of penetration, her body had reacted very favorably. Now, with every inch of him inside her, the pleasure was plentiful for her as well. Her slickness dappled him, combining with the twitching of the channel to help that familiar feeling down in his core grow.

"Daddy," she murmured, the sound making his cock throb, his hands squeezing at her again.

He took a moment to look down at her ass, those cheeks peeking out around the skimpy panties.

His hips drew back, the slit clutching at the retreat, inch after inch slipping out from those confines. A whimper came from Ariel as she stayed still on the table.

When only the head of his length remained inside her, he stopped, keeping his eyes on that gorgeous ass, taking a few moments to enjoy that view as well as the way her channel gripped him.

And then he thrust.

Ariel cried out, that sound again followed by his delayed verbal reaction, a growl of satisfaction. That satisfaction had also come from seeing her ass shake from the impact.

"Daddy..."

He drew back again.

This time, there was no measured retreat, or moment of indulgence in the moment.

He thrust, another cry tumbling from her, the sound adding to the pleasure building inside him. His eyes were still fixed on her ass and were treated to that same wonderful sight of it shaking. An exultant sigh spilled out as he drew back and was followed by another growl of satisfaction as he thrust, giving her no time in between the back and the forth. She groaned on the table, shuddering weakly, her cunt eagerly accepting his manhood, bathing it in feminine juices.

"Daddy..."

Alex drew his hips back.

That familiar sensation lingered down in his core.

His fingers tightened on his daughter's flesh

And then he began to fuck her.

The first thrust made her squeal, and then she lost her voice in the face of more of them, each one piercing deep, opening her up, the silken channel twitching and clutching around the assault. He paid no mind to her comfort as he rutted, his mind clouded by the overwhelming lust. Her cunt was nevertheless very ready to take whatever he gave. More juices flowed forth to slick his shaft, evidencing her arousal.

Although her voice had died down, he could hear unsteady breathing from her, as well as the occasional grunt from a particularly strong thrust. More shudders ran over her, those dark brown tresses still shielding her face.

His eyes flickered back down to her ass, shaking from the constant impacts of his flesh against hers. That sight, and the desire to see it shaking more, made him fuck her a little harder, the reward coming immediately as those round globes jiggled and danced. A delirious laugh spilled from him at the thought that Ariel's body was at his mercy, her ripe derriere made to bounce around by him of all people.

The table shook as well from his pace, bumping against the kitchen wall. In his mind, he imagined the very unlikely chance of some incredibly nosy neighbor investigating the strange noise, tracking it to their kitchen, and peeking through the windows to see him laying into his daughter's trembling figure, hands gripping possessively and hips rocking steadily. It was an image that made him quiver with lust, a dark and twisted and taboo but nevertheless alluring picture.

This is fucked up but fucking hot too.

A quiver ran over Ariel. Her voice came back briefly, in the form of lewd cries and low moans, sounds that added to the pleasures of the moment, so erotic and obscene and wonderful.

That familiar feeling in his core bloomed to life now.

He gritted his teeth, pumping his hips, that familiar feeling coalescing in his balls.

A sudden spasm ripped through Ariel, setting her curves to a steady shuddering, that spasm followed by more. A moment later, the spasmodic storm reached her womanhood, setting it off into a series of quaking tremors. Those wild spasms clenching fitfully around his already straining shaft, and her ecstatic wail briefly filling the kitchen before calming down into soft coos, made his climax approach swiftly.

"Daddy," she purred, her legs kicking up behind him.

Alex drove deep, every inch of him fitting inside those snug confines.

The first spurt fired out, drawing a surprised yet jubilant squeal from Ariel. He gasped in euphoric abandon as he came inside his daughter, watching another orgasm in turn erupt over her, her hands gripping so tightly to the table that her knuckles had turned white, her hips wiggling mindlessly at the pleasure that ruled her nerves, her ass rippling from that mindless wiggling. More spurts fired out as he kept himself buried there, letting those spurts fill her. Her squeal became more soft coos as she lay there, secure in her bliss. Her channel milked him, the desperate muscles working at the throbbing length, seeking out more fresh semen.

Even after the last arc joined its predecessors, he refused to leave right away. Those insistent muscles still milked him even though the spurts had finished. It was always a glorious feeling, staying lodged deep inside a woman he had fucked, the rich warmth of his spent load blanketing his cock along with the natural sleekness of her channel. It was even better when he had claimed the woman in question quite thoroughly and authoritatively. Since Maggie had not enjoyed that sort of sex, it had been too long since he had felt the bestial triumph that came from conquering a needy female.

But finally, he slid his softening shaft back until it popped free.

Part of that triumph that he felt was seeing what he had wrought.

So, he stepped back, and took a good look at his handiwork.

The loosened slit twitched, and then a stream of his semen burbled forth, running down the already wet and glistening folds. A few more creamy trickles appeared. The sight was delightful, irrefutable evidence that he had claimed her in such a definitive way. The fact that it was his daughter he had claimed did not spoil the triumph but instead sweetened it. He watched as another shudder ran over her, that peach of an ass jiggling subtly.

Although the feeling of triumph remained, the lust was quickly subsiding. Exhaustion took its place, creeping over him. He had already been ready for bed when he had come home; letting his pent-up passions out on Ariel had further expended his energy.

Time for bed, he thought idly.

Alex pulled his boxers and jeans back up.

 After one last look at that well-fucked slit, he left the kitchen.

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Holy shit, that was awesome. He really needed that.

Ariel sighed in satisfaction, still bent over the kitchen table, resting there for a few moments. Her tank top was wet from the spilled water, but she did not care.

After her initial proposal last week had been very definitively turned down, she had thought that her idea to help her daddy would never come to fruition. It had been borne out of her love for him and a desire to help him, but he had been horrified.

I thought he would just need some convincing. I didn't think he would react the way he did.

Ever since puberty had blessed her with a curvy figure, she had endured her fair share of male attention. It had been strange the first few times that attention had come from her daddy, but she chalked it up to her being an attractive young woman and him living with her without a consistent sexual outlet other than his hand. The fact that she so closely resembled her mother, from facial features all the way to physical assets, only made it more understandable that he might steal an appreciative glance from time to time.

This idea of hers had come about recently, after a date he had gone on did not end well.

Poor Daddy, she had found herself thinking after he had told her about it. If only you had somebody you could just be fuck buddies with, you wouldn't have to worry about dates and relationships.

The idea that she could be that fuck buddy had hit her moments later, and although she knew that it was incest and thus a taboo proposal, it had made a lot of sense to her. She had even rehearsed her proposal in her head several times.

But she had been too nervous to bring it up to him until the date with Stacy that had not led to a second.

Like most of them...

That night had driven home to her the point that he would never have another relationship with his current attitude, and thus needed her help. She had decided to bring it up to him then and there, without a second thought, and had been rebuffed.

And all it would have taken apparently was to get him drunk.

She was alone in the kitchen. Her daddy had left the room and gone upstairs.

Before his date tonight, he had told her he would be home around ten o'clock. By eleven, he was not home, and there had been no texts or calls, even in response to her texts and calls. She had gone to bed regardless, to get plenty of sleep before her test tomorrow, trusting that he would be fine, also making a mental note to scold him for not letting her know when he would be home.

The sound of his office door closing had woken her up. It had taken her a few bleary seconds to realize that he was home. She had dashed from her room to confront him, not even thinking about the fact that she was wearing a thin tank top and skimpy panties until she had burst into the office and his eyes had flickered down over her figure.

I've worn just a bra and panties around him plenty of times...

She had felt his eyes on her backside while shepherding him down into the kitchen as well, but that had not bothered her or clued her in to any impending lust. Her priorities had been to get him water, and then to go back to bed.

And then he had shoved her down over the kitchen table, taking her completely by surprise.

Still tired from her interrupted sleep, she had not understood his intent, at least for a few moments, until she had felt his hand yanking aside the gusset of her panties. The realization that he was giving in to her proposal, albeit in a drunken haze in their kitchen, had filled her with happiness. The way he had simply bent her over the table with obvious plans to just take what he wanted, on the other hand, had filled her with lust.

Ordinarily, she would have submitted quickly in appreciation of such strength.

But she had wanted to get back to bed, so she had protested.

When she had tried to get off the table, he had shoved her back down, letting her know that he was in control. The display of dominance had inflamed her lust. The fact that she had to get up early had still been in the back of her mind, so she had continued to protest, albeit feebly.

If I had struggled more, he probably would have stopped, and might've never made that move again.

His insistence and authoritativeness had surprised her, as he had overruled her protests quite definitively.

The alcohol and the need to fuck got to him...although I wonder how much of it was actually caused by him being drunk...

Her struggles had died down the moment his cock had entered her.

She had accepted her lot then, had understood that she was his to fuck for the time being. That submission, as always, brought her more joy, the physical sensations wonderful on their own but nevertheless augmented by the animalistic excitement of capitulating to a lustful man.

Her first orgasm had come partly from the natural pleasure that his cock pumping through her produced. She had not had sex in several months, so her pussy had reacted enthusiastically, clutching and twitching around the thrusts, quickly unleashing streams of fluids to dapple the invading shaft. That enthusiasm had helped her reach climax in no time at all.

But unexpectedly, the taboo nature of having her daddy fuck her had also contributed greatly to that first orgasm. She had found herself imagining someone walking in on them, as unlikely as that would be, and taking in the obscene picture of her bent over the kitchen table while he rutted into her, the intensity of his pace making her body jiggle and shake, his hands gripping possessively at her, a rapturous lust all over his face as he marveled at how good she felt wrapped around his plunging cock.

That naughty image had been the final trigger for her climax. She had wailed out her ecstasy, hoping that he could tell even without words how happy she was that he had taken her up on her proposal.

Her second orgasm had come from the sensation of that first warm spurt of semen.

It had surprised her greatly that he had not pulled out. Despite the overwhelming lust, she had expected that he would be responsible, even knowing she was on the pill, and would finish all over her lower back or ass.

But there had been no emotion from her besides delight as he had given her the rest of his load.

It's only right, she had thought dreamily while those spurts drenched her channel, he took my pussy, he can cum inside it if he wants to...

The orgasm triggered by the insemination had provided her a rich, luxurious bliss. She shuddered, reaching down now to bring the gusset of her panties back over her slit, trying to keep the rest of that load inside herself.

It always feels so good to have a fresh load inside me. And for some reason, having Daddy's inside me feels even better...

Another shudder ran over her at that thought.

The entire reason for proposing an incestuous relationship to him had been to help him. The taboo nature of the arrangement making the arrangement hotter had entered her mind, but her reasons for the proposal had been duty and love.

She had expected that if he ended up giving in to the proposal, the sex would be vanilla, and she would have to guide the proceedings. It made sense to her that he would not want to be too forward or demanding with her, as considerate and thoughtful as he always was.

Daddy doesn't seem like the type to take control the way he did...he's too chill.

So, she had not expected the way he had held her down, even if he had not used his full strength to overpower her, and the way he had fucked her without hesitation, even if it had not been as rough and rowdy as some of her previous liaisons. Such a display had thrilled her, adding to the already plentiful pleasure.

I didn't think sex with Daddy would be as awesome as it was...guess I underestimated my old man.

A smile crept over her lips.

Her proposal had come from a sense of duty and the profound love she felt for him.

But now, after her daddy had shown himself to be an authoritative and lustful man who could fuck her the way she needed to be fucked, that sense of duty and the love that she felt for him were joined by a giddy excitement at the prospect of helping him again.

This was fun...hopefully the next time I help him will be just as fun...and all the other times after that...

A soft sigh spilled from her, and then turned into a yawn.

I should go to bed.

Ariel stood gingerly, feeling more of that load dripping into her panties, and went upstairs.

In the second-floor hallway, she stopped by her daddy's room, and put her ear to the closed door. After a moment, light snoring sounded.

Sleep well, Daddy.

Yawning again, tired but looking forward to her new relationship with her daddy, she slipped into her room.

She stretched out languidly on her bed and closed her eyes.

Although she wanted to go to sleep immediately, that plan was dashed by the images that began to run through her head as soon as she closed her eyes, lewd pictures of the new phase in her relationship with her daddy. A heat bloomed inside her at those pictures, the naughtiness of those salacious vistas making her squirm.

Her hand slid down over her belly, almost of its own accord, and slipped into her panties.