I Like An Age Gap

his hips still against yours and air catches in your throat; a flush creeping up your neck. “oh shit. sorry - I didn't -” you panic as he drags his cock all the way out of you, leaving your weeping cunt tensing around nothing.

“dad, huh?” he murmurs against your jaw, one hand reaching to pinch a nipple between calloused fingers just to hear you whimper. “didn't know you were into that shit. s’ok. i’ll take care of ya, kid.”

his hands find the meat at the back of your thighs, pressing your knees practically to your shoulders before he slams back inside you in one brutal motion. your back arches off the bed. he presses harder on the back of your thighs to pin you back down.

If you want to stay little when we go out, I will gladly oblige. This might look like:

Ordering your food for you.

Making you ask Daddy permission properly for every little thing. And I do mean every little thing - To get a drink. To go to the bathroom. To try on a dress. To chew a piece of gum…

Telling you when you’ve had enough to drink.

Opening your doors.

Making you edge in bathrooms or changing rooms and then report to me.

Walking on the street side of you on the sidewalk to protect you.

Making you hold my strong Daddy arm everywhere.

Making you take off your panties in the bathroom and then hand them to me out in the open where other people can see as I put them in my pocket.

Making you respond when I give instructions with “Yes, Daddy. Daddy knows best.”

Calling you “Princess” in front of people.

Making sure you take time in the bathroom to stay pretty for Daddy while we’re out. 

Sometimes telling you no because “you’re just a little girl.”

Asking you out loud if you’re wet, and making you answer out loud. 

Correcting how you say things in a nice yet condescending Daddy voice

Saying things like “Good girl, you were actually able to do that. Im so proud of you.” Then patting you on the head.

When you do something wrong, no matter how small, saying “Now you know better than that, little girl. Don’t you?”

When you behave, kissing your forehead and telling you how proud I am of you.

"Daddy, think I'm gonna pee," you whimper.

"Shh, no baby, that's ok. Do you feel a little wet down there?"

"Mhmm," your voice sounds so whiney now, coming out in little gasps. It's hard to avoid making noise like he told you.

"Yeah, that's feels nice, doesn't it?" One of Dad's large, heavy hands traces a line down your back until it falls onto your butt and pushes, guiding your rocking hips into him in a way that makes that hot, icky, tingling feeling explode. You gasp and your back arches on its own. Trying to do what he says, embarrassed, you bury your face in his shoulder. "Bite down if you need to, sweety. You can bite, you can do anything you want with Dad's body, go ahead."

You open your mouth and clamp down on him to try and stop the pathetic mewling noises coming out of you. At first you're worried about hurting him, but he doesn't seem to notice even when your mouth starts to work, tongue rubbing his skin, and tasting the small trickle of blood.

"That's my little girl, you're doing so good. You like making yourself feel good on daddy, huh? Yeah, that's ok, daddy likes when you feel good, too. My sweet little baby, just do what you need to, whatever gives you that nice warm, wet feeling."

You're not sure you want to, but Dad keeps telling you it's ok, and he's hugging you so tight. It has to be good if dad says so, right? His hot breath in your makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up; he's speaking quietly so mom can't hear from the other room, just for you.

"Daddy's so proud of you, humping like a big girl. Your dad loves you so much, you know that? More than anyone else in the world."

His words put you over the edge. Your mind goes blank with white hot pleasure. Your hips buckle and your legs kick out; you let out a moan that dad stifles by cradling your face into his neck.

"Good girl," he reassures you, stroking your hair, "What a good little girl making cummies for daddy."

The spasm passes and all the tension leaves your body leaving you limp in his arms, as you have your first ever orgasm in your father's bed, rubbing on his cock with your mother in next room over.

"Daddy?" You say in a small voice

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can I play humpies again later?"

The question seems to make dad really happy.

"Of course, sweetheart. We can play humpies as much as you want, there's just one rule, ok? Mommy can't find out. Can you keep it a secret for me?"

C/W: Ageplay, Incest

If I bought my kid daughter bags full of clothes, I’d want her to model them for me.

“Go and try something out,” I’d say, watching her nervously shift about. She’d walk out of her bedroom and into mine wearing a tight, sleek, black dress with a high neckline to protect her pretty chest from her dad’s pervy eyes. I’d stay seated, my eyes roaming across her slight frame, drinking her young curves. I’d motion for her to stand in front of me. I just know she’d eye up her dad’s bulging cock, straining against my pants. I’d motion for her to turn around, a lewd grin spreading across my face as she does. 

“You look so grown-up, sweetie,” I’d say, my fingers brushing against the fabric of my crotch. Unspoken words lingering in the silence. “Here, let me adjust that strap,” I’d say, tweaking her dress, allowing my hands to follow her curves as they fall back to my side.

I’d send her back for another outfit. God, my dick would twitch watching her strut into my room wearing a cropped, white blouse and a plaid microskirt. Perfect for my little schoolgirl fuckdoll. I’d have her walk to me and turn around on command. Fuck, watching that pretty little thing’s ass strain against her microskirt would be too much for me. I’d pull out my cock, stroking it with one hand before sliding another hand up her thighs. She’d tense up as I grope her ass, and then relax. 

After all, it’s just her dad. 

Molesting his own daughter’s ass in her school uniform. I’d grind my cock against the fabric of her skirt, pecking her lips lightly as she looks up at me with wide eyes. Gasping as she feels a hand wander down the top of her blouse. “Wear your bikini, sweetie,” I’d whisper. As she’d turn to leave, I’d stop her. “You won’t be needing these, will you?” I’d say, as I lock eyes with her, reach under her skirt, and pull down a pair of red panties.

Fuck, she’d walk in on her fucking dad jerking his stiff cock to her red, stained panties. She’d walk in on me, wearing the skimpiest, sluttiest bikini that a girl her age shouldn’t even think of wearing. A bikini her own dad bought for her.

Her panties still around my cock, I’d push her down to the floor and brutally ram my cock into her tight, young cunnie. Grunting while my hands slip under her pathetic excuse for a bikini. My own baby girl defiled. My own incestuous cock buried deep inside my tiny daughter. “Such a good girl, aren’t you sweetie? Such a good little porndoll for your fucking dad. Just stay like that while daddy destroys your pretty cunt. FUCK.”

She’d look so fucking cock-drunk as I break her pretty little body on my bedroom floor. Just a warm set of holes for her dad to destroy. “You know you can never wear this outside right? These slutty, lewd outfits are for your dad’s eyes only. Your pretty little body belongs to me… because I made you. I fucking clothed you. I own you.”

“And now I’m going to fucking breed you.”

A day’s worth of tease and tension would flood out of my cock, spurting into my daughter’s womb as she shudders around my dick.