Frank set down the book he was reading and leaned back into the couch's comfort. Sitting with only the light from the reading lamp illuminating the room he quietly contemplated where his marriage stood. Days ago he had introduced Julie to the lite bondage and spanking, and had watched her powerful orgasm wrack her body. He did have something more planned for the coming weekend, but he believed that would be the end of his demanded concessions. He was going to let his wife off the hook for her transgressions after that. She had been enjoying their recent adventures and had expressed interest in continuing them. And Frank figured that by giving up control and having her share her ideas as well they could compound the fun. Just thinking of the possibilities stirred his imagination. At that moment he wished she was there to try something else with, but she had been called out of town by work and would not be back until Tuesday.

As he contemplated watching a porno by himself he heard the front door opening. Looking over his shoulder he saw Cindy come dancing into the room.

"Hey Dad, what'cha doin'?" She asked, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Hi, Baby. Just a little reading."

"Ok. Well, I'm gonna go change into my jammies."

He watched her disappear, her ass tightly encased in a pair of jeans that looked like they had been painted onto her.

When she was gone he turned his thoughts to his beautiful daughter and what was going on between them. Since surprising him that first night she had proved to be a constant flirt and showoff around the house. She usually wore little more than skimpy t-shirts and panties, while finding plenty of excuses to bend over around him. Not that he had a problem with this. Nor did he have a problem with her asking to be spanked the other night. In fact, it was because of her that he had added the spanking to his bondage fantasy with Julie. It was just that the level of Cindy's sexual adventurism surprised him, especially when compared to her mother's. He had to wonder where his sweet little girl got her playfulness from.

Lost in his thoughts he barely heard her come back into the room.

A moment later though his thoughts were forgotten as she stood before him with her hair pulled up in a set of pigtails and wearing a solid pink Baby Doll nighty. Except for her height and curves the outfit made her appear very much the little girl she had once been, so much so that it took Frank a second to remember she was no longer that little girl and was actually an adult now.

"Daddy? Can I sit in your lap?" she asked in a coy little voice.

"Of course you can, Sweetie," he managed, his pecker twitching in his sweats.

Hopping into his lap Cindy snuggled down against him, burying her face in his chest. Her nighty completely covered her breasts and, when she had been standing, hung a couple inches below the point where her legs met. But as she settled into him he saw the edge of her white cotton panties peeking out.

While he held her with one arm around her shoulders, his hand caressing her arm, she quietly sighed against him. Every few seconds she wiggled around, pressing her little butt down against his cock that was pulsing to life beneath her.

"Mmmm, Daddy. It feels so good being your little girl," she purred after a couple minutes.

Again he was surprised by her level of playfulness.

As she wiggled her ass against his hardening cock once more, he raised his free hand to her chest, cupping her breast through the nighty.

"Mmmm, Daddy," she sighed, pressing herself into his hand.

Massaging the hidden mound of flesh, he felt her snuggle down deeper into him, her butt rubbing against his growing cock more. Soon her nipple stuck out hard against the nighty. Cupping her tit he alternated between sliding his thumb back and forth across the swollen nub and tracing small circles around its edge.

"Ohhh, Daddy."

The whole situation, her look and shy tone, had Frank's blood hot already and her husky sighs were adding to his arousal. His hand became heavier on her tit, squeezing it and rubbing at her hard nipple. The cock growing in his sweats was making it uncomfortable to keep his legs as they were and he shifted them open. This caused Cindy to have to shift also. She wiggled herself down between them so that she could continue rubbing herself against his pulsing member. As they continued these acts her breathing grew steadily more labored, her chest rising and falling with it.

After another couple minutes she pulled back and slowly raised her face to him. Her eyes were filled by an amazing mixture of uncertain innocence and hungry lust.

"Daddy," she whispered.

Frank leaned in and gently laid his lips against hers. They kissed deeply as he pushed his tongue past her lips. His hand covered her tit, his palm flattening and rubbing her swollen nipple through the nighty.

"Mmmm," she whimpered into his mouth.

They kissed again and again, their lips meeting, parting, meeting. Their tongues dueled, swirled across one another. Frank massaged her tit, squeezing the firm little bud with growing need. His actions pulled at the nighty she wore, tugged the hem up, exposing her thighs and more of her white panties. Adding to this unveiling were Cindy's own actions. She raised one leg, slid it up over his thigh while her other foot remained reaching for the floor. She continued to rub her ass against his burgeoning cock. Her shifting body helped lift the nighty's edge and more of her flesh and cotton garment became visible. With their lips locked together, their tongues swirling over each other, she pressed her body into his harder, pushed her chest into his hand.

The hand caressing her arm came up to take her chin in its fingers. Breaking their kiss he pulled her face away, tilted it away from him. He leaned into her, his lips brushing the flesh of her neck. Using several light kisses, and nipping at her with his teeth between some, he moved up toward her ear. As he did he reached out and caressed her lips with his thumb. Mewing, she slipped her lips around the digit and suckled on it. He pressed his lips to her flesh just below and behind her ear and inhaled her scent. Slipping up to her ear his tongue flickered out to quickly dart in and out of it once, then he blew warm air across the sensitive nerves.

"Are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy?" He whispered.

"Mmmm," she whimpered in response, increasing her suction on his thumb.

"You going to let Daddy do things to you? Are you going to let me play with you, and put my thingy in you?" Having come to the conclusion that he could not take it too far for her, he had decided that, although she had started this game, he was going to play it the way he wanted.

Again she whimpered, grinding her ass at his crotch and pressing her breast at his hand harder.

He kissed his way down her neck to the edge of her shoulder, then began working his way back towards her mouth. As he did he tried to extract his thump, but she kept her lips clamped tightly around it, not wanting to let it go. Pulling back he stared down at her. With her lips holding his thumb, her mouth sucking on it, she returned his gaze. The desire in her eyes expressed her building excitement with their game. Reflexively his eyes dropped to her covered sex and he saw a small dark spot where her wetness was beginning to stain the delicate cotton of her panties.

"Oh yes, you are going to be a good little girl for Daddy," he sighed, his eyes rising back to hers, his hand plying at her tit.

Once more the suction on his thumb increased, her eyelids growing heavy.

"Yes, you're going to be a good little girl."

Smiling, his hand continued massaging her tit, molding the little mound through her nighty and teasing her swollen nipple. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. And he whispered to her how she was going to be a good little girl for her Daddy.

Wiggling and sighing Cindy suckled on the thumb between her lips.

Shifting, he started lowering her backward onto the couch, his hand pulling away from her breast and coming up to her face. Following his lead she allowed him to pull his thumb from her mouth, quickly accepting the other one in its place. He used his freed hand to support her as he carefully laid her down on the cushions. This moved her off his lap. She ended up with her legs spread, the one against the couch back, the other dangling over the edge. Frank drew himself up to lean over her, rising on one knee between her legs and his hand by her head. She looked up at him with her cheek cupped by his palm, his thumb locked between her lips. Her nipples poked at the nighty as her chest rose and fell under it. Its hem had been worked up to her waist, completely uncovering her panties, the white cotton contrasting with her skin tone.

Leaning down he applied more soft kisses to the warmth of her features. After some of these he tried to pull his hand from her cheek, and with it his thumb from her mouth. Her eyes grew wide, her lips tight, silently expressing her desire to keep it.

"It's okay, Baby," he reassured her.

"Mmmm," she whimpered sadly, her eyes closing for a second.

Extracting his finger, Frank slowly drew his hand down her body. At her breast he lingered momentarily, his fingers pressing at the hidden mound before moving on to crawl down across her abdomen and to the edge of her nighty. There his hand slipped under the garment. For the first time that night he touched her flesh. He watched her lids droop from the heat of that contact, saw her inhale deeply, her chest rising.

"Yes, such a good little girl," he whispered, his hand slithering up across her quivering abs toward her breast. "Such a good girl."

Inching up to her tit his hand curved around the firm little mound, cupping it.

"Mmmm," she mewed as his fingers squeezed gently.

He held himself above her, watching her while he massaged her breast, molding and plying it. Slipping his hand up, he covered it, his palm flattening her nipple beneath it as he continued to shape her pliant mound. Then he turned his hand again, shifting it so he could hold her hard nipple and pull it, tweaking the little nub a few times then returning to cupping and massaging her tit. Back and forth he went, one moment molding her firm, young breast, the next tugging at the swollen nipple atop it. He watched her shift and wiggle on the couch beneath him, her body responding to his attentions. He felt her arch up to press her tit into his hand, felt her legs bump his as she worked to spread them further open, bend her knees. All the while she looked up at him, her eyes filled by a confused innocence, showing him just how committed she was to the role she was playing.

He leaned down, pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back, lifting her head to push her lips harder against his. He drove his tongue at hers. His hand grew heavier on her breast, hungrier. And she lifted herself higher into that hand.

Pulling his lips from hers he kissed the tip of her nose then raised up to smile down at her and whispered; "Lift your nighty, Baby. Pull it up so Daddy can see your titties."

From beneath her heavy lids she looked up at him with hesitation and uncertainty.

"Be a good girl and lift your nighty, Sweetie," he pressed.

Her hands tentatively moved to the garment's hem and began pulling it up her body. She arched her back off the couch so that she could do so unhindered. Inch by inch she exposed herself to him until the nighty was piled above her young breasts.

"Oh, such a beautiful little girl," he sighed happily, looking down to watch his hand squeeze her little tit, its twin beside it.

He stared at the swollen, red nipples perched so delicately atop the two pliant mounds of flesh and lowered his lips to the one he held. He kissed her flesh, planted dozens of gentle kisses along a trail that wound over and across her tit.

"Ohhh, Daddy," she whispered. "Ohhh yes, Daddy."

Kissing her flesh again and again Frank smothered her breast with affections while keeping his lips away from her nipple. Beneath him Cindy's body gyrated. Each time he drew near the hard nub the gyrating would stop, her body freezing, and her back arching, lifting the nipple toward his mouth. But then Frank would move past it, and she would start to slither beneath him again.

Eventually it was his turn to freeze. He did so with his lips hovering just centimeters above the swollen nipple. His warm breath blew across it, swirled over the fleshy mound he held as an offering to himself. Looking through the tops of his eyes he saw her lift her head slightly, saw her looking down at him over the pile of her nighty's material. That was when he pushed his tongue past his lips and swiped it across the aching red nub. The contact made her frozen body jerk, caused her back to arch and her head to fall back.

Darting his tongue out more and more he swiped it over her nipple with varying degrees of pressure while Cindy's lithe body squirmed beneath him.

"Ohhh, Daddy," she pled, giving voice to her body's desire.

As the last syllable passed her lips Frank dropped his mouth onto her breast, covering her nipple. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive nub as he held her tit in his mouth's wet embrace.

"Ohhh yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her hand coming up to the back of his head and her body pushing her chest at him. "Ohhh yes. Suck my titty, Daddy. Suck my little titty."

Cupping her breast he worked his tongue furiously over and over her swollen nipple while suckling on her flesh in his mouth.

"Mmmm yes, Daddy. Ohhh yes. Suck on my titty, Daddy. Suck my titty."

Her encouragement was not needed. Frank was reveling in the feel of his daughter's firm breast in his mouth, her pliant mound under his squeezing fingers. He was loving the scent of her skin as he sucked and licked her. And he was enjoying her writhing beneath him, her body squirming, her back arching. For long moments he continued suckling her tit. His tongue swirled over and over the flesh in his mouth, stroking the swollen nipple.

Then he pulled himself away, lifting his mouth from the one nipple to quickly drop it toward her other. As he locked his lips over that nipple her body shifted to shove it at him. With this tit in his mouth Frank gave it the same treatment he had given the first, suckling and licking it for a couple minutes.

When he next pulled his mouth away he lifted himself up to gaze down upon her.

She was enthralled by her passion. Her eyes smoldered beneath hooded lids. Her mouth hung open slightly, her bottom lip quivering as she panted past it. Down beyond where his hand was molding her young breast her hips were rolling upon the couch, her legs shifting as the fire in her loins made her flesh shimmer with small beads of sweat. Between her legs the dark spot in her panties had grown.

"You're being such a good girl," he told her, gazing into her eyes. "Such a good little girl."

For just a second her eyes closed and she turned her face away as if uncertain and afraid. Between his legs Frank's cock throbbed in response to her act.

Leaning down he kissed her forehead, her eyelid. "Yes you are, you're being such a good girl for Daddy," he whispered.

Then he locked eyes with her and pulled his hand away from her breast. Releasing the pert mound he drew his fingers down across her abdomen, feeling her muscles quiver under their path.

"Yes you are, Sweetie. You're being Daddy's good girl."

His hand reached the top edge of her panties. He ran a finger back and forth along it a few times before inching it down further.

"Daddy?" She whispered.

"It's okay, Baby. It's okay. You're being such a good girl."

He could sense her legs shifting. He felt them slide a few inches, then freeze for a second, then slide again. The couch cushion shifted under his knee as her hips rolled upon it.

Instead of heading down the center of her panties his fingers slid off to one side. He scored them across the cotton material, down to the bottom edge where he scratched at it some more before pulling them back up. Still avoiding the wet spot, and her pussy beneath, he then drew his fingers across the upper section of her panties, dragging them down the other side. Next he brought them back up to run back and forth across the top of her panties.

She bent her one knee, putting her foot where the cushion met the couch back. Her other leg, while partially bent as well, still hung off the edge. Her hips were rolling and lifting, her pussy following his fingers.

"Daddy?" she repeated, her voice shaking.

"It's okay, Sweetie."

Reducing the weight of his fingers he slid them across and over the wet stain to delve down between her legs. Following the curve of her pelvis he cupped her sex, bumping her clit with the heel of his hand.

"Ohhh, Daddy," she whimpered, her hips jerking.

For the next couple minutes he massaged her pussy through the damp cotton. Up and down his fingers rubbed, over and over the wet material, over and over her slit beneath. Under him she squirmed.

He dragged his hand up toward the top of her panties. He traced the edge, his fingers running lightly back and forth across her flesh. Then he slipped them underneath and down, quickly reaching the top of her pussy then moving further down. They brushed across her clit, dipped down into the wetness of her slit. When they found her opening they froze, only a single centimeter of one digit pressing at the very edge of her canal.

"Daddy?" She whimpered.

"It's okay, Baby. Daddy won't hurt you," he assured her.

He looked down to see his hand disappearing beneath her panties, to see the once pristine material being stretched. He watched her hips roll, freeze, then roll some more under his teasing attention. He watched her entire body quiver with anticipation.

"Daddy?"

She drew his eyes to hers where he saw her hunger. Saw her lust pushing aside her uncertainty and fear. Her bottom lip shivered as she sucked in a breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"Daddy, wha . . . Ohhhh."

Frank allowed his finger to enter her up to the first knuckle, pressing it against her wall and rubbing. Cindy's hips spasmed, her ass rising a few inches off the couch. Her sudden movement caused her breasts to catch his attention. He was drawn by the pert mounds, the red and swollen nipples topping them. Feeling his own lust he dropped his mouth to one, planting his lips over it and sucking.

"Ohhh, Daddy. Ohhh yesss, Daddy. Suck my titty. Suck my little titty, Daddy." She moaned, her chest rising with her ass now.

Making small circular motions with his finger he massaged her opening's wall. He felt her entrance spreading. Her hips kept pushing her sex at his hand, trying harder and harder to get more of his finger to enter her. Struggling with his hunger Frank forced himself to maintain the miniscule penetration for a moment, continuing the delicate massage. But the sensation of her gaping hole at his finger tip, the juices soaking into her panties, and the need in her writhing body were taxing his self-control.

"Ohhh, Daddy. Ohhh God, Daddy. What're you doin' to me? What're you doin'?"

The tone of her voice coupled with her words caused Frank to loose his self-battle. His finger drove into her as far as it could.

"Ugghhh," she moaned, her hips jumping off the couch.

He rolled the finger around inside her, hooked it and rubbed at all her inner walls. He pulled it partially out, then stuck it back in, rolling it inside her some more. Restrained by her panties he pumped it in and out of her as best he could.

"Ohhh, Daddy, what are you--. Ohhh God, Daddy."

Pulling his mouth from her breast he raised up to stare down at her. Her head was twisting atop her neck, her pigtails bouncing around with its actions. Her eyes were tightly shut, a tear leaking from one corner. Her mouth hung open, her lip shuddering as she panted and gasped. Below the bunched up nighty her young breasts were topped by her swollen nipples. Her abs quivered as her hips twisted and jerked upon the couch. At the top of her spread legs her heavily stained panties were stretched out of shape.
Frank's own desires were urging him on, making him want to climb between those spread legs and stick his cock deep inside her. He wanted to pump himself at her wet pussy until he came. But he forced himself to wait, instead continuing to do it with his finger and his limited access.

"Ohhh God, Daddy. What're you doin', Daddy?"

After another couple minutes he pulled his finger from her pussy. Cindy whimpered over the loss. She opened her eyes to look up at him questioningly.

Shifting around, he sat back on the couch, his hands reaching for the sides of her panties. Drawing them down her legs he watched her beautiful sex being reveled. Her swollen labia shined wetly, her opening at the center, gaping and visible. Her surrounding flesh was puffy, red, and glimmering, the little patch of soft, downy fur at the top shimmering with her juices as well. Pulling the panties off, he tossed them aside. His hand then reached for her, cupping her pelvis, his fingers delving into the wetness of her slit once again, one of them pushing into her. He began to pump his finger at her, pump it in and out of her. He watched the digit entering her again and again, watched her lips wrap around it, cling to it.

Cindy's hips rose up, giving her body to the digit. She lay there, her hips humping upon the couch, while her dad finger-fucked her. Higher up, her head lulled back, her eyes clamping shut again. Her hands came up to lay on her chest, clasped together.

Shifting again, he lowered his face down between her legs. Once there he inhaled her intoxicating aroma. He stared at his pumping finger, and above it her swollen clit protruding out from beneath its hood. Leaning in, his tongue flickered out, stabbing the swollen little nub.

"Ohhh Daddy," she cried, her hips spasming again.

Again his tongue flashed out to stab her clit. This time it remained buried against the nub, pressing and lapping at it while his finger continued pumping in and out of her.

"Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh God, Daddy, that feels good. It feels so good, Daddy"

Her hips rolled beneath him, they rose up to push herself at him, at his face. He tasted her juices as they flowed freely, coating his finger heavily.

"Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh God yes, Daddy."

He looked up along her body, saw her abs tightening, saw her hands grasping one another urgently upon her chest. He saw her starting to arch, her back lifting off the couch as her feet dug into the cushion edges. And he knew that she was nearing an orgasm.

His finger drove in and out of her pussy. He lapped at her clit, pressing his tongue flat against it and humming, the vibrations of his vocal cords traveled along his tongue to the sensitive nub.

"Ohhh God, Daddy. Ohhh God yes," her cries were growing louder, her voice filled with tears while her hips jerked and she ground her pussy against his face.

He met her pressure, shoving his tongue against her clit and humming more. He pushed his finger in and out of her faster, twisting and twirling it inside her.

"Ohhh, it's sooo good," her body arched higher, her hips pressing at him.

Moaning to keep his tongue vibrating he lapped at her clit, stabbing at it as fast as he could. He pumped his finger into her, pulling it out then shoving it back in fast and hard. Still watching her, he saw her body start to tense and relax as her orgasm grew nearer. Soon she began twisting and jerking awkwardly.

He wrapped his arm around her thigh, using it to help him plant his tongue against her clit. His finger drove in and out of her. Concentrating on these actions, he closed his eyes as he felt her body begin to jump and jerk, her orgasm crashing through her.

"Ohhh-ugghhh. Ohhh God, Daddy. Ohhh God. Wha-What are you doin'? Ohhh."

He felt her hips snap and roll, felt her body arching, her muscles tensing. Her pussy clenched at his finger, the walls grabbing at the digit as he fucked her with it.

"Ohhh yes. Ohhh God yes, Daddy. What are you doin'? Wha . . . Ohhh."

Again and again her pelvis ground into his face, cramming her clit against his tongue. Her juices ran out of her, making her sex shine and dripping down along the crack of her ass. She moaned out, crying as her body was rocked by the explosions going off inside her.

After several minutes the orgasm began to recede, her body relaxed, it dropped back onto the couch as she mewed quietly.

Raising up, he looked down at her. Her young body glistened with little beads of sweat. Her pussy clung to his finger as he now simply twisted it inside her. Her chest heaved with her labored breaths, her hands still clasped atop it, her arms partially concealing her firm breasts. She returned his gaze, her shaded eyes filled with passion.

"Am I being a good girl, Daddy?" She whispered.

Her words nearly made Frank cum in his sweats. He had to fight the urge to rip the bottoms off and shove himself into her. Instead he pulled his finger from her, drawing himself up to kneel between her spread legs and hover above her, suspended by a hand on the back of the couch. His free hand brushed loose strands of hair away from her face.

"Yes, you are. You're being a very good girl. Now you're going to help Daddy feel good like you just did."

Her eyes slid away from his. They traveled down to where his cock bulged under his sweats. Blood pumped into the shaft, making it throb visibly.

"Daddy?" She whispered hesitantly.

"Reach inside Daddy's sweats, Baby. Reach in and play with what you find."

"What is it?" She asked, her eyes coming back up to his.

"It's just Daddy's cock, Baby."

"Daddy's cock?" Tentatively her hands lifted off her chest and started reaching down along his body.

"Yes. It's nothing to be afraid of. Go ahead, Sweetheart, reach in there."

"Will I be your good girl if I do?"

"Yes, Baby, you'll be Daddy's good girl."

She reached the waistband. One delicate hand pulled it away from him so the other could slip inside, her fingers instinctively wrapping themselves around the hard shaft they found. She sighed as she gripped the rigid pole, her eyes closing for a second, and her whole body shifting slightly.

"It's so hard, Daddy," she whispered, looking up at him as she stroked the shaft, her fingers tugging, her grip tightening even as his precum coated them. "And so big."

Suspended above her, Frank watched his pigtailed little girl squirm upon the couch, her hips rolling, her feet lifting her ass off the cushion, showing her hunger. Once more his hand dipped down between her legs, cupping her sex, his fingers playing in her juices, the tips brushing past her opening again and again, making her hips jump each time.

"Am I a good girl, Daddy?" She sighed after a minute.

"Oh yes, Baby, you're a very good girl."

He stared down into her lustful gaze, watched her bottom lip quiver as she sucked in a breath, watched her eyelids grow heavier and heavier, a couple tears slipping from the corners. Her hand tugged harder at him, her hips lifted another inch into the air.

"I like being a good girl for you Daddy."

Struggling against his desire to hurry up and fuck her, Frank felt the last of his willpower being destroyed by her words. Pulling his hand from her sex he grabbed the waistband of his sweats. Her one hand still held it as well and together they worked them down. Piling the material around his ankles he lowered himself toward her as she guided him to her waiting pussy. The tip of his cock pressed between her labia, finding her opening, her juices mixing with his precum.

"Daddy, what are you gonna do?" She whimpered, her body freezing in place.

"I'm going to put it inside you," he told her.

"Isn't it too big?" She gasped, making her eyes grow wide.

"No Baby, it'll be okay," he grinned.

Now holding himself up with both arms he pushed his hips toward her. When the head entered her she pulled her hand up to join the other upon her chest. Turning her face away she closed her eyes tightly as he pushed inch after inch of his cock into her. He stared down at where their bodies were joining, watching his cock slowly disappear into his daughter.

"Oh yes, Baby, that's a good girl," he groaned as her warmth enveloped him.

Cindy's hips rose up to meet him, helping him bury his cock in her. They ground against one another, their crotches rubbing, pressing.

"Such a good little girl," he sighed.

His words got her to turn her face back to him, returning his gaze. Her mouth hung open, her labored breaths panting. Her lids were heavy, her eyes smoldering with her desire from beneath them.

Pulling his hips back he withdrew part of his cock from her, then he slowly pressed himself forward again, reinserting it. Her hips fell away, then lifted to meet him. Once more they ground themselves together, his cock inside her, her juices coating him. He pulled back a second time, then gradually refilled her.

Switching his weight to a single hand, he brought the other to her face. He cupped her cheek, brushed her lips with his thumb again. Her eyes darted away as she drew the digit into her mouth, sucking on it as her hips ground up against him.

"Oh yes, Daddy's good little girl."

Again he pulled back, this time withdrawing most of his cock. When only the head remained in her pussy's wet embrace he drove his hips forward, slamming himself into her.

"Mmmm," she moaned around his thumb, her head falling back, her eyes clamping shut.

Hovering above her he pulled back and drove himself into her again and again, grinding his crotch at her momentarily between the assaults. With each forceful penetration her head rolled, her pigtails flopped around. A couple more tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. Her hands on her chest remained clasped together. He felt her tongue swipe across his thumb as she whimpered and moaned.

"Oh yes, you're being such a good girl for Daddy. Such a good little girl," he hissed, his hips ramming forward again. "Taking Daddy's cock. Taking Daddy's big cock in your sweet little pussy. Yes, you're being such a good girl for Daddy."

He pumped himself into her, driving his cock into the wetness of her sex with growing need. He watched her ass bounce on the couch from the force of his penetrations, watched her hips rock beneath him.

"You're being such a good girl, taking Daddy's cock. Letting Daddy fuck you. Letting Daddy fuck his little girl."

He raised his eyes to catch hers falling away. They were wide and wet with tears. She sucked harder on his thumb, drawing at it hungrily. Her clasped hands jerked as if restraining themselves.

"Oh yes, you're such a good girl," he hissed. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

She whimpered louder, her hips ratcheting up to meet him as his cock pistoned in and out of her. Wet, sloppy sounds rose up from their crotches as he drove himself into her.

"Take Daddy's cock. Take it like a good girl. Take it in your sweet little pussy."

Her body was starting to arch, her back lifting up as she met his fucking actions, her hips ramming themselves at him faster and harder with each thrust. Beneath a layer of soft sweat her muscles were beginning to tense. Her pussy was clamping onto him, her walls clenching around his shaft, tightening.

"God, your pussy is so wet, so tight. You're being such a good girl, taking Daddy's big cock."

As her body continued to tense and strain, her back arching higher, they drove themselves at each other. Frank crammed his cock deep into her sex with each forward thrust. Cindy whimpered and cried, her rising hips adding to the power of his penetrations.

"Oh yes, fuck Daddy's cock, Baby. Fuck your Daddy's cock."

Suddenly her hands broke free of one another. They shot up to grab at his shoulders, her nails scrapping at his skin. As her body stretched up off the couch her head snapped back and her mouth released his thumb.

"Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh God yes," she moaned as her orgasm washed over her.

Beneath him she twisted and jerked, her muscles constricting then releasing. Her ass hopped and jumped as she drove herself onto his cock, her pussy locking around it and squeezing. Her neck bent back, her head rolling with it, her pigtails flipping.

"Letting Daddy fuck you. Being Daddy's good girl. Letting him put his cock in your little pussy."

"Ohhh yes, Daddy. It's so big inside me."

Frank continued to slam himself into her, driving his cock in and out of her sex forcefully. He rammed his hips forward, pulled back, then rammed them forward again. Since she had released his thumb he once more supported himself with both hands which allowed him to drive into her even harder. This drew his own climax near its release.

"Oh yes, Baby, oh yes. Letting Daddy fuck his little girl, his good little girl," he gasped, struggling to maintain control.

"It's so big, Daddy. So big. Ohhh yes Daddy. Ohhh yesss."

Her orgasm rocketing through her, her pussy clenched tighter around his shaft, squeezing and milking him. Her jerking body slammed into him, rammed her sex along his cock as she moaned and cried.

"Ohhh yes, Daddy. Fuck your little girl. Fuck your little girl Daddy. Ohhh yes, ohhh God yes."

He felt his cum wanting release. He pounded himself into her, driving his hips forward as hard as possible a few more times then freezing with his cock buried deep inside her.

"Oh God yes, Baby," he groaned, his cock twitching.

He ground himself against her, cramming every last centimeter of his cock into her. He felt it jerk, felt it begin to unleash his load.

"Oh God, I'm cumming inside you Baby."

"Yes Daddy, yes. Cum in my pussy, Daddy. Cum in my little pussy."

Beneath him he saw Cindy's orgasm grow. Her back arched even higher off the couch, cramming her crotch into his, grinding and humping herself on his shaft. Her head twisted and snapped, her pigtails bouncing.

"Ohhh God Daddy, cum in your little girl."

As the last of his semen squirted into her he continued to grind against her, his vision filled by the sight of his orgasmic daughter. Her arched body was tight, her muscles straining under her sweat coated flesh. Her open mouth and clenched eyes part of her ecstasy contorted features. Eventually her orgasm started to fade and her body relaxed. It dropped back to the couch where she lay panting for air, shuddering through the aftershocks. As she slowly began to settle down she opened her eyes.

"Am I Daddy's good girl?" She asked, coyly gazing up at him.

"Oh yes, Sweetheart. Yes, you are," he sighed, thrilled by her remaining in character.

"Next time I think you should put your big cock in my little ass. Will you do that, Daddy? Will you?"

"If that's what Daddy's little girl wants, I will."

"Goody," she smiled, her hips rolling on the cushions.

Minutes later he watched her disappear toward her room, her firm ass cheeks barely peeking out from under the rumpled nighty.

To be continued...