Daddy's Princess Part One

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Greg Muness loosened his tie as he walked through the huge front doors of his house. As he had for the past fifteen years, he walked immediately to his personal bar located just outside his gourmet kitchen, set his briefcase down on one end of the bar and began to fix his favorite cocktail. Taking his first sip, he spotted a note propped up on the dining room table. He strolled over and opened it, knowing from the flowing script that read “Daddy” on the outside of the folded note it was from his eighteen year old daughter, Koreen.

“Daddy,
Meghan called me and asked me to help her find a dress for her date tonight. We also wanted to hit some of the new stores that just opened, so we might be a few hours. Don’t worry, I won’t be too late. She still has to make her date tonight.
Love,
Kori”

Greg felt a mild stirring in his pants as he read his daughters’ name. He took another gulp of his drink. She had always been a wild one, especially since her mother left when she was nine, for a well-known plastic surgeon. Neither Greg nor Kori had paid much attention to her leaving; Kori had always been a daddy’s girl and the only real joy Greg got out of life was his daughter. That and settling a huge deal at his law firm. He knew Kori liked to drink and party, but so far she hadn’t been excessive, and she had never been arrested nor hurt. But he knew, though he never brought it up with her, that she had a huge sexual appetite. And, for reasons Greg still did not know, that made him incredibly hot and yearning for the day he could slide himself into his daughter.

He knew those thoughts were wrong and he shouldn’t be having them. But he loved his daughter. Sometimes even in a very different ways from most fathers; he often had fantasies of her as his wife, including incredible sexual fantasies involving her. He chugged the rest of his drink and set his glass on the table, turning towards the stairs to go change. Greg closed the door halfway to his bedroom and stripped off his work clothes. He hung his shirt, pants, tie and belt and turned towards the mirror.

Greg worked an awful lot, and what time he didn’t spend working he always spent with his daughter. But he did keep up a tri-weekly workout routine, and a diet now and then when he needed one. Being forty-six years old, he thought he had a kick-ass body. Greg’s cock stood hard and proud, thanks to his mind thinking dirty thoughts of his daughter. Greg began to lightly stroke his cock as he let his mind wander to one of his fantasies about his daughter. He imagined her round, hard pink nipples; what he wouldn’t give to put one in his mouth. He thought of her tight stomach dipping down into her pussy. He always imagined her smooth; as many times as he tried to spy on her in her bathroom, he hadn’t yet caught a glimpse. Greg imagined her tight ass in the air as she bent over him, sucking his cock. He began to stroke harder, grunting a little. After a while of playing with her, Greg could see himself shoving her back on the bed, and spreading her legs before him, revealing her glorious pussy, wet with pleasure. He would lick it a few times, just because he didn’t think he could bear being that close to something that glorious and not taste it.

But that couldn’t last long; Greg would eventually slam his cock hard up into her pussy and hear her cry out, scream his name.
Greg grunted slightly louder as his hand stroke his cock hard and fast, images of him slamming his cock into his daughter over and over flew through his head. He imagined her cumming all over his cock, screaming and clutching herself close to him, her tits rubbing all over his chest as she quivered out her orgasm. Greg gasped as he began to shoot sperm all over the mirror in front of him. Splash after splash hit the mirror before, exhausted, Greg collapsed on the bed behind him, panting. He hadn’t had an orgasm that strong in a while. He lay there a few more minutes catching his breath before getting up to clean up his mess and take a quick shower. Once he was dried off he changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and headed down the stairs. He was just about to step off the last step, he heard the lock turn in the door.

He entered the front hall just as Kori stepped in and closed the door, three shopping bags in her hand. She turned and smiled at Greg. “Hi daddy!” She said, setting the bags down and trotting over to give him a hug.

Greg hugged her tightly, half burying his face in her black hair. He released her and smiled at her pale heart-shaped face, with bright green eyes set between a perfect nose. “Hey honey. How was the mall? Meghan find anything good?” He turned and started for the kitchen as he talked, intending to start dinner. Kori trailed behind him, stopping at the bar. He turned and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Come on daddy. I’m not going back out tonight.” She said calmly, batting her eyelashes slightly.

Greg sighed and smirked. “Fine, fine. Go ahead.” He said turning back for the kitchen. Kori quickly fixed her drink and followed.

“Meghan found three really cute dresses. She couldn’t decide so of course she got them all. I don’t know how she’s going to pick the one for tonight.” Kori paused and took a sip of her drink. “We went to a couple of other stores too.” She added, but kept quiet after that. Greg noted that she was slightly blushing, but didn’t say anything about it.

Dinner didn’t take long to make, and they made small talk while eating (during which both Kori and Greg had another drink). Greg made sure to tell Kori they were calling for a thunderstorm tonight, and not to leave her window open. As a kid Kori had been scared of storms, but as she grew older it seemed to Greg she’d outgrown them. After dinner, Kori went to put her new things up in her room (she never did mention to Greg what she had bought) and Greg settled in the living room to watch some TV. Before long Kori wandered into the room, now changed into sweatpants and a tight purple tank top. She had two drinks in her hand and she grinned sheepishly at her father as she handed one to him. He smirked as he took his.

“Good thing it’s Friday night, otherwise I wouldn’t be allowing this.” Greg said mockingly before taking a long sip.

Kori shrugged and sat on the other end of the couch, careful not to spill her drink. “It’s the weekend!”

Greg chuckled and they both turned their eyes to the TV. Greg was grateful for the TV as a distraction; it gave him the chance to sneak peeks at Kori while she was watching. During a commercial for a penis enhancer he snuck a peek; she had her legs curled up to her side and was half-laying against the arm of the couch, her right index finger inside her mouth, gently chewing on a nail. Greg looked back at the TV, his mind burning with her pose, and imagined that she was sucking on her finger to insert it into her pussy.

Greg shook his head slightly, trying to clear the images. They were starting to give him a hard-on. He concentrated on the slight rumbling thunder in the distance to try to help. For the next hour Greg struggled to keep his hard-on at bay. Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore. “I think I’m going to go read a bit and go to bed.” Greg said, standing. He walked over and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. He didn’t trust himself to do anymore; he was starting to get really horny. He just hoped she couldn’t see his hard-on he could feel forming.

“Good night daddy! I love you!” She smiled up at him. Was it Greg’s imagination, or did she have a gleam in her eye?

Greg shook his head as he walked out of the room. He went straight for his bar and fixed himself another drink before he went to his room. Once inside, he closed his door but didn’t lock it. He could hear the rain picking up now, and the thunder sounded closer. He wandered over to his bed and turned on the lamp. Settling himself in, he picked up his book and tried to read while sipping on his drink. After forty-five minutes he realized he had read only half a page. His thoughts kept straying to Kori, her body… her mouth around his cock… her pussy walls pulsating on his cock.

Greg’s cock was fully hard again, and starting to become painful. He slipped his hand into his sweatpants and began to stroke his cock for the second time that day. A huge clap of thunder sounded, followed by a squeal. Greg whipped his hands out of his pants and was just about to stand up when his door flew open and Kori stood in the doorway, having changed again, this time into her pajama’s, a short black and red nightgown. Greg pulled the covers over his lap, to hide his hard-on.

“Daddy? I know I’m older now but…” Kori hesitated, her eyes darting nervously towards the window where she could see the storm brewing.

Greg smiled, understanding without her having to say anything. He nodded and smiled slightly. “Yes, come on.” His mind was working hard to dredge up thoughts to get rid of his hard-on, but it was hard while he was watching Kori bound to his bed, her braless tits bouncing in her tiny nightgown. She hopped in the bed beside him, snuggling down into the covers. He leaned down to give her a good night kiss on the cheek, and caught a whiff of her breath. “Good grief Kori. How much more alcohol did you have in the past hour?”

She grinned wickedly. “Only about three more glasses.” Greg shook his head and started to say something, but Kori continued. “It’s medicinal daddy. To knock me out tonight so the storm doesn’t keep me up.”

Greg rolled his eyes at his daughter’s weak excuse but let it slide. “Good night Kori.”

“Good night daddy.” Kori said sleepily, yawning halfway through her sentence. Her eyes closed and her breathing got slightly heavier.

Greg picked up his book, determined to keep his hard-on at bay. Maybe it had been a mistake to let Kori sleep in here. How was he going to get any sleep? After every word or two he read, his eyes strayed to Kori’s sleeping form only a few feet away. She twisted in her sleep, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs slightly. Greg’s cock shot up as if electrocuted. He himself had had a few drinks so far, but not enough to knock him out like Kori was. But was it enough to fuzz his mind? He knew this was wrong but it was like he couldn’t stop it. Slowly and quietly he laid the book on the floor then turned onto his side, facing his daughter. Slowly he took his hand and gently placed it on her stomach. The smooth feeling of the nightgown material made his cock twitch in anticipation. Moving his eyes to her face to watch for signs of her waking up, he slowly moved his hand up to her tits. He took the material covering them and pulled it back, exposing the breasts he had been dreaming about seeing. Her round pink nipples were right in front of him, staring him in the face. He lost himself at the sight of her nipples and eagerly sucked one into his mouth, forgetting he was trying not to wake her up. Kori must’ve had more alcohol than he had thought though, for Kori started moaning excitedly but did not wake up. Keeping one nipple in his mouth and sucking gently, Greg’s hand began to move towards Kori’s pussy. He felt around the edges of her nightgown and noticed she wasn’t wearing underwear. He slowly traced his fingers around her thigh, close enough to her pussy to feel the heat coming off of it.

Greg, now completely lost in lust, moved her nightgown up a bit so he could stick his fingers up the folds of his daughters hot, wet pussy. Kori cried out when he touched her and, startled, Greg jerked back a bit to look at her. But her eyes were still closed.

Shifting slightly, but still sleeping as far as Greg could tell, Kori whimpered. “Please Johnny. Don’t stop.” She said breathlessly, dreamily, her voice drowsy with sleep.

Greg wondered briefly who Johnny was but gladly returned his hand to her pussy and promptly forgot about him. Taking her nipple into his mouth again, he began to probe her pussy with his fingers. She was squirming and whimpering, but still sleeping, beneath him. Greg’s cock was rubbing slightly against her thigh. Greg found her clit and began to flick it gently, keeping a finger shoved up inside her. Kori began panting.

“Oh…uh…yeah! … oh yes!” Kori cried out. She began to shake and her legs trembled as she came. Greg immediately pulled his sopping wet hand from her pussy and went into the bathroom to release himself; his cock was so hard it was painful. He took his hand that was covered in her juices and began to stroke his cock with it. It only took a couple of strokes before he had the most amazing orgasm, even bigger than the one he had when he got home from work. It took everything in him not to scream out. Greg slid to the floor, his legs about to give out any moment. He was panting, but he still heard the door creak open. He looked up in astonishment to see Kori glancing through half lidded eyes throughout the room. Spying his cum dripping from the mirror, she looked at him and grinned drunkenly. “I was awake the whole time daddy.” She said.

Greg’s head was spinning. Had she really just said that, or had he had more alcohol than he thought? As if to answer his questions, Kori strolled over to the mirror, until she was almost standing over him. She reached out her index finger and wiped some of the cum off the mirror. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she slowly raised the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean. “I was awake daddy, and I want more.”

Though he thought he was spent for the day, amazingly Greg’s cocked twitched and started to come to life again. He had a feeling this was going to be the longest Friday night of his life.