Page 56 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

“Someone could see, Daddy,” she breathes again, but there’s no fear in it, just a tremor of excitement that matches the sway of the swing.

Her hands claw at my shirt buttons like she’s untangling vines, nails scraping down to my belt buckle. I push her little skirt up one-handed, the fabric bunching around her waist.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” My free hand snakes down to tweak her clit until she whimpers, eyes rolling back in that way she does right before she squirts like a fire hose and cracks the sky open, calling for daddy. “You liked the guys in the diner knowing you’re Daddy’s little girl. You liked to think of the shower attendant jerking off over the sounds we made just downthe hall. You liked it when that trucker watched you suck me off the first night, didn’t you, baby?”

The park’s empty except for a seagull squawking overhead… but I’m counting on the thrill of someone walking by just as she screams my name raw and wet against my shoulder.

My tongue licks the salt from her collarbone as I finally yank down my jeans enough for my cock to spring free, a thick knot of need that pulses when she wraps both hands around it. Her mouth parts on a gasp, eyes widening at its girth before darting toward the empty park path.

She nods. “I liked it, Daddy.”

“You like to be watched. Your pussy gets all juicy. You wanted the park today, but pretty soon, I’ll take you to a special place. A place where I’ll show you off and make men sob they’re so fucking jealous a father gets to fuck his pretty little daughter. I’m going to do things to you while they watch, and all they can do is imagine what it would be like to be me. Would you like that, baby?”

She blinks. Lips open as she searches my face then finally nods. “Yes…”

I shove her backwards arching her spine. The sun glints off sweat on her chest. “Lift your hips a little. Deep breath.” Iposition myself at that tight pink opening. “You’re gonna take all of this, baby?”

“P-please,” she whimpers, her voice too high to sound like the girl who sucked me off raw an hour ago in a diner bathroom. But I’m not moving yet, just pressing forward inch by slow inch, savoring how her cunt clamps down on me like a vise.

“Stop… it’s too big…” She punches little fists into my biceps, teeth biting red crescents into her lower lip as I breach deeper, deeper. The swing tilts precariously, chains squealing their protest when she bucks against me, a delicious distraction that makes me grip her hips tighter until my knuckles whiten.

“Quiet,” I hiss, silencing her with a kiss as another gust tears through the park, tangling her golden hair.

She tastes like candy apples and desperation, every gasp swallowed by my mouth while I thrust harder into that scalding heat. My balls slap against the swing seat as I force feed her my fat cock, the rhythm syncing to the swing’s creaks until it’s me grinding into her and the world disappearing beyond the edges.

“Look at you,” I groan against her ear, voice raw as I tweak her clit between two fingers. She’s all juddering whimpers now, head thrown back so that sunlight glints off the tears streaking down her cheeks. I can smell our lust. “Come for me, baby, right here where anyone could catch you screaming with your father’s cock inside you.”

Her thighs tremble violently when she does, fingers clawing at my shoulders as I thrust my cock deeper into my beautiful daughter, chasing release until our bodies churn in staccato rhythm. The swing nearly flips us backwards in our frenzy, but we’re too far gone to care. All I know is how wet she is, and how loud her cries get with every plunge of my shaft.

“Shhh,” I growl when the seagulls overhead squawk like witnesses, biting her shoulder to leave another mark next to the others I can’t seem to stop making on her soft flesh. “This is just between us. You have to promise not to tell.”

Her nails rake down my chest in answer as she tightens around me again, milking every spasm of cum from my balls until I’m spent, empty but happier than I’ve ever been, lodged deep in my daughter’s wet pussy.

Chapter 6

The restaurant is a neutral meeting place. It’s not expensive or high class, but Mina picked it, and said that my soon-to-be-ex wife would like the food here, which tells you a lot about how well I know the woman I married ten years ago. It also says a lot about our relationship that I have to invite her out to lunch to get her to talk to us.

It’s been a week of paradise with my daughter. Filling her pussy with my seed, teaching her all the ways to please me and exploring the same with her.

Her teen cunt is more my obsession with each passing day. I’ve impaled her body in every possible way, including her ass, but taking me all the way is still a work in progress.

She wants my cum for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Her sweet pussy needs my cock and instead of watching sweet romance movies, I’ve taken to recording us and playing it back on the TV, teaching her how to move, showing her how beautiful she looks when she comes on my face and cock.

But, there are things to take care of and once we got back into town from our run, I called Karen to tell her to meet us for lunch. It’s already unpleasant, but I’m not giving Mina up. No fucking way, so dealing with the practicalities of the divorce and the complications of fucking and loving my step-daughter need to be dealt with.

Karen scans the menu with apparent disinterest, not even noticing that Mina and I are sitting together opposite her, or wondering about the fact I said she could have whatever she wants, my treat.

Perhaps she thinks I’m going to lowball her on the divorce settlement. But that’s not what this is about. And if I was going to try that, I definitely pick somewhere that demands the gentlemen wear jackets, at the very least.

“I’m really very busy, Max. Can we get this over with?” She clicks her fingers at the waitress, and when she comes over, starts listing off the most expensive items on the menu and a glass of white wine.

And that’s fine. She can have everything she wants, just not Mina.

“And for you?” the waitress turns to me and Mina with a raised eyebrow.

“Mushroom soup will be fine,” Mina says, and I growl in frustration.

“She’ll have omelet, fries, a salad and strawberry milk,” I order for her. “And I’ll have the same, but with coffee.”