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Good Madison
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When I came home from cheer camp, my daddy was acting strange. The way he put his hand on my thigh in the car in the way home, it was almost as if he already knew every dirty little fantasy I’d ever had about him.
However, it wasn’t until we returned home that things really heated up. He’d installed a mirror above my bed… and there’s a mysterious naked girl wearing a leashed collar and a mask in my walk-in closet.
What is my daddy going to do to me, and who could this girl be?
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Rough Sex, Twincest, Virgin
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I never fully grasped how something could be the best of times and the words of times like in that old book until this year’s cheer camp. That week really brought it home for me.
All the practice sessions, the technique workshops, the planning for the tournament was great, but the pajama-clad pillow fights, the changing rooms and, omigod, the showers were pure torment for me. Everywhere I went these days, whether it was this cheer camp or at home, it seemed I was teased by something I desperately wanted but couldn’t have.
In a million years of brutal torture, I never would have admitted to another living soul what my desire was on the home front. It was too embarrassing, too utterly forbidden.
The truth was, my own father made me feel… funny. Down there. So often, I caught myself watching him work in the garden or lingered around the hallway when he was going to be coming out of the shower. I blushed so much on a day to day basis that he might have thought I had a year-round sunburn.
Sometimes I hated myself for feeling that way, everything in society told me it was wrong, but I simply couldn’t help it. The older I grew, the more, for want of a better word, chemistry I could feel between us.
We bantered and laughed, he taught me how to drive and told me about all the places he’d travelled to. He was so worldly and charismatic, all my friends had been swooning over him for years. Then they’d apologize to me and say something like they hoped I didn’t mind them talking like that because I probably couldn’t see it. But I could, holy fuck, I so could. All the boys my age seemed so… pathetic in comparison.
Still, as strong as that connection was between us, the possibility of my dreams coming true was so miniscule that I had made a shaky kind of peace with the fact. At cheer camp, I was surrounded by beautiful girls that I would have loved to, shall we say, experiment with.
I’d discovered that side of myself while trying to find porn clips on the internet of people that looked like my daddy and me. In one of them, a step-father and step-daughter seduced one of the step-daughter’s friends. I was hooked and my laptop back at home was jam-packed with stuff like that now.
Not only that, but it was painfully obvious that there were plenty of girls who were doing plenty of experimenting. Some of them, girls from other schools, even flat-out propositioned me.
I declined, politely, and then in the nights I had to listen to the girls who said “yes” trying to muffle their orgasms, and feeling jealous that they could let go, they let themselves take their pleasure wherever it may be. There was definitely something wrong with me.
Perfect little Madison Smith. Good Madison. I grew up in the right neighborhood, with the right family, the right school, the right friends, the right everything. There was this image of me that had somehow been built up, and it was boxing me in on all sides.
“Perfect” life. Someday I’d be somebody’s “perfect” wife. Nobody would ever know that I’d much rather spend my honeymoon with the man walking me down the aisle rather than the one waiting at the front.
Some girls tried to include me in their nasty, bitchy, conversations teasing the “Baby Dykes.” I declined to be a part of that too, so as the week came to an end I only had the same friends I had coming into it, which was almost unheard of for cheer camp.
That’s why, on the balance of things, I was glad to be heading home. I could show my daddy a few of the new routines we’d learned, it was a good excuse to wear skimpy clothes in front of him and bask in the secret deliciousness of having his eyes on my skin without raising suspicion.
After that? Well, the next stops on the railroad tracks of my life was the “perfect” summer, followed by the “perfect” college, if anything could actually be “perfect” while you felt like half of yourself was missing.
Daddy met me at the bus station and I ran into his arms. It didn’t bother me in the slightest that neither of us seemed to want to let go this time. He could hold on to me forever if he wanted. I rested my head against his chest and sighed happily.
On the ride home I was reunited with my phone, which was banned from cheer camp, and spent my time catching up on all the messages I missed. There was a strange one from my bestie, Jen, saying she saw me having a driving lesson but thought I was away at cheer camp, what happened?
She must have mistaken some other girl for me, I supposed. I messaged her back saying I just arrived back in town and I’d catch up with her soon.
In between replying to everything else, I glanced over at Daddy every now and then, trying in vain to feel for him the way all my friends seemed to feel for their fathers. Vague contempt, resentment at the “oppression”, embarrassment… but all I felt was a fluttering heart.
He was wonderful. Kind and… sexy. I even blushed at my own internal monologue and my eyes darted back to my phone when his gaze briefly left the road to look at me.
“Everything OK, honey?” he asked.
“All good, Daddy. Just Jen being Jen. It’s good to be back.”
He reached over and put his hand on my leg. Not on my knee, but right up on my thigh by the hem of my short skirt, with his fingers curling around to the inside.
“It’s good to have you back, Princess.”
I froze like a statue and stared at his hand. That funny feeling he always gave me suddenly surged and the butterflies incited a riot in my tummy.
He gave my thigh a squeeze and then brought his hand back to the steering wheel. I looked at my leg, and then over to him, speechless because I knew my racing heartbeat would probably make me stutter.
He’d done it so nonchalantly, and looking at him now you would never know that he’d momentarily turned his little girl’s world upside down. I licked my lips and swallowed my heart, wondering how many times I could survive a thrill like that.
We pulled into the driveway and, like a perfect gentleman, Daddy carried my bags to the house for me. He followed me up the stairs very closely and I prayed to whatever God oversaw making panties soak up pussy juices, so that he wouldn’t have a front row seat of my slippery nectar trickling down the inner thigh he had so recently teased.
It had only been a week since I’d seen him, but absence had certainly made the heart grow fonder in this case. Somehow I’d either forgotten the full extent of the effect he had on me, or something had changed.
Even though I was certain I’d left my door open when I left, it was closed
now. As I reached for the handle, Daddy put his hand on my upper arm, stopping me, and then shrugged my bags off his shoulders.
I turned to face him. “What’s up?”
“Well, Princess, I planned a little surprise for you for when you got back from cheer camp.”
“Ooh! What is it?” I asked.
The smile on my face was shaky from my recent excitement and embarrassment, and the hungry look in his eyes as he looked down at me only made it all the shakier. Was it even remotely possible that absence had made his heart grow fonder too?
I mentally shook it off. That was crazy talk. But that look. Something was different, but what? Was that hunger a result of Mom being away for the last week as well?
Poor Daddy! I’d do anything to make him feel… better.
“Well, the plan has changed a bit in the last week, but like most surprises, it’s still probably better to show you than to tell you. Get in that bedroom.”
He had no idea how many times Fantasy-Daddy had said that to me in my dreams. These panties were ruined for sure.
I turned again, gulped, and pushed the door open. Stepping inside, I didn’t notice anything at first. It was the same… and yet not. As if everything had been moved and then put back into almost the same place.
Daddy followed me into the room and I could feel the heat of his body right behind me as I took a few cautious steps forward, looking for whatever he had left in here. He was so close that it was too much of a distraction for me to properly take in my surroundings.
“I don’t…”
One set of fingers came to a rest on my hip, the other trailed up the front of my neck and then lifted my chin so I faced the ceiling. Up there, impossible to miss for any girl in full control of herself, was a huge mirror right above my bed.
I was putty in his hands, a flush rising up from my breasts and threatening to take over my face. I panted a little, trying to get a head-start on all the oxygen I needed, to get through one simple question.
“What’s going-” I started.
“You left your diary open on your desk before you left…”
My heart stopped. Had I? I tried to remember which day I’d written in it last before I left. I could have sworn I’d tucked it away like normal, but if I hadn’t then it didn’t matter what the last entry was. My life was over.
It wasn’t so much a diary as a secret place to confess all my thoughts about Daddy. What if I’d left it open on the page that had nothing but a giant love heart filled with the words “Daddy + Maidson 4Ever”? What if it was a page with something more… specific?
I was on the verge of tears. Why had he put a mirror up there? So I’d be forced to look at myself all night and… reflect on what I’d done?
I tried to turn around, but Daddy’s grip tightened on me, pulling me back against him and keeping me looking up at the mirror. “I… I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry! I-I’ll go to counselling! Please don’t tell anybody! I-”
“Shhh, Princess. You haven’t done anything wrong. I know you just want me to be happy, right?” he asked.
“Yes! That’s all, I just… I just love you so much and w-want-”
“And you know that a perfect little body like yours could make me so, so, happy, right?”
His hand slipped under my shirt on to my navel and my ass pressed against the front of his pants, where there was no denying the hardness. Could this really be happening, or was I about to wake up confused and frustrated back at cheer camp?
He reached further up inside my shirt and my knees started shaking. Since I was off to the side of the mirror, the angles were wrong for me to be able to see the moment when he first grabbed my breast, and with his other hand now on my throat, I couldn’t look down.
All I could do was lean back against him and savor the feel of it when it eventually happened. He stopped just before he touched the perky swell of my left breast and I tried to lower my body a little to close the gap, but he simply moved with me.
“All in good time, Madison. The surprise isn’t over yet. Why don’t you see what’s at the other end of that?”
He released my neck and I looked where he pointed. Sticking out from under the door of my closet was a leash. My brow furrowed. Had he bought me a puppy too?
“Go on.” He withdrew his hand from my shirt and gave me a gentle push on the ass.
I took a few hesitant steps and then bent down to pick up the leash, looking back at him when I stood up again. He gestured at the door.
With the leash in one hand, I opened the door with the other and then leapt back in surprise when I saw the other end was connected to a collar around the neck of a blonde girl wearing nothing but that, a super-hero-style eye-mask and a pair of cat ears on her head. The leash, still gripped tightly in my hand, went taut and the girl was yanked forward a little.
She crawled out of the closet, her lithe movements pure raunchy poetry in motion, and then looked up at me. Wherever my daddy had found her, she had a body just like the cheerleaders I’d spent the last week with, and hair just the same color as mine.
Looking into her eyes was like looking into a mirror. Those eyes somehow knew what I wanted, just like the ones that were reflected at me each morning when I sat down and brushed my hair.
This was incredibly similar to one of my favorite video clips I’d saved to my laptop, when a daddy-daughter team had a willing slave. My knees shook again, and the way she reached up to lay her hand on my inner thigh didn’t help.
“Today, you get everything you want,” said the girl, and bent forward to lick my leg just on the inside of one shaking knee before locking eyes with me again. “Everything.”
Before I could even begin to process the possibilities in that word, Daddy was behind me again, his hands back on my flat belly under my shirt, that totally forbidden hardness against my ass once more. He bent down to kiss my neck and I gasped.
How many times had I wondered what his lips would feel like? How much better was the reality? My imagination had failed to tell me about the way his stubble would tingle around the kiss, the way my skin would feel hot at first and then cool in the air.
His hand finally found my breast and squeezed it through my bra, squeezed hard. I yelped quietly and looked down at the movement under my shirt, the way every flutter of material meant my daddy was exploring my body under there.
It was lucky he was holding me so tight, because the girl kissed, licked and sucked her way up my inner thigh until her head disappeared under my skirt. The strength finally ran out of my legs and I couldn’t properly hold my own weight.
My skirt twitched and I felt her tongue lick my skin along the edge of my panties before she emerged again. Daddy looked down at her over my shoulder and she smiled.
“She is so wet for you, Daddy.”
A million protests tried to surge out at the same time. It was an automatic response from years of secrecy to deny what Daddy made me feel, but hearing her call him the same thing that I called him, somehow took the edge off. It was somehow… OK to think, say and feel these things.
“That’s my princess,” said Daddy.
“Take your little girl to bed,” she said.
Daddy nodded and I was half dragged, half walked to my bed, where he gently laid me down. The leash was still in my hand and the other girl crawled up on the bed with me.
I looked up at the mirror, at the surreal scene. The expression on my face was like I was watching a breaking news story about the discovery of a planet populated by friendly unicorns as the girl pulled my shirt off over my head.
Daddy stood at the side of the bed and pulled his own shirt off, revealing the firm body that had teased me for what felt like forever. He pushed his pants down and then climbed on to the bed, straddling me just as the slave-girl reached under my back and unclipped my bra.
With his pants out of the way, the bulge in his underwear was huge and intimidating. He reached between the cups of my bra and pulled.
For a moment, I trie
d to hold it against my skin. He was my Daddy, he wasn’t supposed to want me the way I wanted him. What if my breasts weren’t the size or shape he liked? What if he didn’t want me as much as I wanted him once he actually saw me naked?
A million doubts were made irrelevant as the girl took each of my wrists and held my arms away from my body so Daddy could pull my bra off. In my weakened state, I couldn’t offer much resistance.
“I knew you’d be built for fucking under those clothes,” said Daddy, discarding my underwear and then squeezing my naked tits for the first time.
My nipples were diamond hard, pressing in to the palms of his hands and aching for him to touch them, even pinch them. As if he could read my mind, he grabbed each of them in turn between his finger and thumb, gripping them hard enough to make me yelp pleasurably.
The girl regathered one of my wrists and brought my hand to that tantalizing hardness in my daddy’s underwear. I never could have brought myself to do it on my own.
Even feeling it through that thin material was almost too much for me to bear. The girl curled my fingers around it until it looked like a baseball bat in a protective bag and I started hyperventilating with excitement.
“You like that cock, Princess?” he asked.
“It’s… the most incredible thing…” I said.
“Let me show her how you like it, Daddy,” she said.
“Yeah, do it.”
The girl moved my hand up and down his shaft a few times, but then made me let go before disentangling it from his boxers and pulling it out through the gap at the front. Maybe it was because of the way we were positioned at the moment, but it towered over me and looked far thicker and harder than anything I’d seen online.
She brought my hand back to his cock and I gasped at the way it pulsed in my grip. With her hand over mine, she pulled his cock towards us and leaned over me so her tits were right above my face as she brought her mouth to my daddy’s hard length.
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