Fantasy World

Daddy's princess

(father x daughter)

Jen pushed a tent peg into the soft ground of the campsite. A few feet away her dad was doing the same. They'd picked a fairly remote location just off the beach away from the more populated areas. They needed time alone. Both of them felt the need to get away from people and the strangely empty-feeling house they now lived in. 

Just last week, they'd had a funeral for her mother, who'd died suddenly in a traffic accident. For that week, they'd had her sister and brother there to help fill the emptiness, but her siblings had both had to return to their lives elsewhere. Her sister Samantha, or Sam as she was called, was 8 years older than Jen's 21 years and lived in another state with her husband and two boys. Max, her older brother, was in the army and stationed in San Diego, far to the south of the family home in Washington. Now it was just her and her father in the house and both had decided that they needed to get away from that place that held so many memories for a while. They'd decided to take a trip to the ocean and do some scuba diving like they had many times in the past.

They'd settled on a location they'd visited before, a dive in a kelp forest where they'd seen sea otters diving and playing before. The little inlet was fairly sheltered from the waves and made it easy to get in and out of the dive area.

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Facing away from each other, they geared up for their dive. They each put on their wetsuit, air tanks, weight belts, and fins and checked each other's equipment. 

As he was putting on his mask, her father looked over to his daughter and asked, "Are you ready, little girl?"

Already wearing her mask, she nodded to him and gave him a thumbs up. Together they walked into ocean. Soon, with her 5'7 height, she began to tread water as he continued to walk by her. Once they both felt they were out of shallow water, they dove in. 

It was extraordinarily beautiful day. The sun was out and the effect as it filtered through the kelp was magical. Side by side, they swam and explored the little nooks that the fish hid in, each pointing out various treasures as they swam by. 

As usual, her dad was ahead of her. She was on his tail, enjoying the feeling of being in the water when, all of sudden, she felt the air pressure decrease through her mouthpiece. With widened eyes, she looked at the gauge but it still read as full. Confused and panicking, she held her breath and swam to her father. 

Having done this for years, he was able to swim a distance without realizing how far he has gotten ahead of her. As he was observing some colourful rocks around him, he had an eerie feeling. Turning around, he looked for his little girl. Looking behind him, he saw her struggling to swim to him. 

Knowing she could swim with ease, and seeing her panicked movements, he knew something was wrong. He swam towards her. Finally catching up to each other, with her hands, Jen frantically signalled that she needed his mouth piece. She removed her piece and quickly took his in her mouth. Taking a deep breath, he treaded water as he patiently waited for her to catch her breath. 

Taking deep breaths, she felt she had enough to swim back to the surface. She handed it back to him and reached down to undo her weight belt to shoot back up. As her hands reached her belt, his hands gripped her arm tightly. Looking up at him, she pointed upwards indicating she needed to go up. He nodded in acknowledgment but was shocked she was going to drop her weight. After all this time, how could she not remember the side effects of going to the surface too quickly. If she did, she would have developed decompression sickness and would spend a very uncomfortable rest of the day at the very least. 

He took her hand and slowly began to swim to the surface. Taking turns, they utilized his tank and, in no time, they surfaced. Quickly, she laid on her back and floated. 

Coughing out the water she swallows when she had to place and remove the mouthpiece, she managed to say, "Thank you Daddy...Thank you." 

Focusing on getting her to safety, he swam alongside her as she remained floating. Once he was able to get on his feet, he took his little girl in his arms, carried her onto the beach, and laid her gently on the sand. He unzipped her wet suit just enough to help her breathe more deeply. 

Brushing her wet hair away from her face, he smiled down at her, and a tear streamed down his cheek. "I'm so sorry, little girl," he said with compassion in his voice. 

"Daddy... It wasn't your fault," she reassured him. 

Trying to piece together what happened, he asked, "Was your air tank empty? What made you panic like that?"

"The pressure gauge is messed up or something. Suddenly I couldn't breathe but it read that the tank was full. So, I quickly swam to you," she explained as she tried to smile up at him. She felt her heart beat through her chest as she said, "Thank you for stopping me from surfacing too quickly.... " She could see he was going to say something about that but she continued before he could, "I mean I know the rules and all but I was panicking. I needed air and it was the first thing I could think of."

"Did you double check the pressure?" he asked sternly. 

She shook her head no. He walked over to her tank with his pressure gauge. Testing it, he saw that the reading didn't budge from zero. “That explains it," he said. 

This would be a perfect time to lecture her but he could see the terrified look in her eyes. She genuinely was scared and so was he. He could have lost her, along with his wife. Instead of being a teacher, he helped her sit up and rested her body against his chest. "It is ok. I am just happy I was there with you," he said as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you Jennifer," he said.

"I love you too Daddy," she replied looking up at him and smiled weakly. 

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Jen laid on her back in her tent. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep but her mind kept reliving today's events. If her Dad had not been there, she could have easily died from surfacing to fast. She tossed in her sleeping bag but could not shake the feeling that he would never know about her true feelings for him. Since the age of 15, she had felt more than just daughterly feelings for her Dad. She knew that most people would think that was wrong, but she, after today's close call, had convinced her that she had to tell him despite her fear of losing him. She finally crawled out of her tent and walked over to her Dad's tent. Holding her breath and unzipping the tent, she peeked her head in and whispered, "Daddy.... Are you up? I can't sleep...."

"I'm awake, sweetheart," he answered from the dark, "What's up? Crawl on in."

She unzipped the tent's opening the rest of the way and crawled in. Sitting with her legs crossed, she kept her head down as she twirled a strand of hair nervously with her fingers. After a moment of silence, she finally had enough courage to say something, "Daddy... I... I could have died today and I..." She stopped herself as she felt a tear slide down her cheek. She took a deep breath before continuing, "I have something to tell you.... And after today, I can't go on without you knowing the truth." 

She felt his hand move in the dark and he took hold of hers. "I know you had a very intense experience today... we both did. You know you can tell me anything. I love you Jen."

She let out a gasp as she felt his hand on hers. She closed her eyes and said, "That's the thing Daddy.... I love you too..." She looked up and saw the confused look he had. She continued, "I love you more than as just my father.... " She wanted to say more and tell him it is ok to hate her for saying this. She couldn't believe she just said that. She let go of his hand and began to crawl over to the tent's opening. 

"Jen," he said, "Come back and let's talk. I'm still a bit confused as to what you actually mean." He sat up and moved toward her and put his arm around her shoulder, then pulled her down next to him on the sleeping bag.

She had to stop herself from just straddling him and showing him what she meant. She turned her head and looked away from him, "Daddy... I am in love with you... as a woman, not just your daughter. I have been since I was 15. I.... I want.... I want you." She bit her lip to hold back the tears. "I will understand if you hate me and want to take me home. I will pack my things first thing in the morning.... You won't have to see me again, " She said as she tried to sit up and get out of the tent again. 

His arm around her shoulder held her back, not letting her leave. "To be honest, Jen," he said softly, "I've had those feelings about you too. I'd never act on them. I'm your father and that is not something that can be ignored. I do admit that the thought of losing you today, especially so soon after losing your mother, has made me think long and hard about my feelings. I'm not sure what I would do without you too. I don't want you to leave, I don't hate you. I love you just as much as you love me," as he said that, he pulled her closer.

She let herself rest her head on his shoulder. She let herself enjoy the feeling of being this close to him. She smiled to herself. He loves me, she thought to herself. After a moment, she tilted her head up and placed gentle kisses on his neck. 

"Umm... Jen," he said, "Are you really sure you want to do this?"

She pulled away and locked eyes with him. She simply nodded her head, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He didn't respond at first, but soon she felt him answering her movements. His hands came up to cup her chin as the kiss became more and more intense. 

Without breaking the kiss, she climbed on top of him, her body pressing down on his. She couldn't believe this was finally happening. She had kissed a couple guys her age before but none of them had approached the intensity or passion of this. She rested on her forearm as she let one of her hand run through his hair and moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands wrap around her and caress the curve of her spine underneath her top. 

"Take it off of me, Daddy," she breathed.

His hands grasped the bottom of her blouse and slid it upward. She sat up on him and raised her arms over her head and he pulled her top the rest of the way off. She had no bra on since she's been ready for sleep and his hands slipped around to the front of her to cup her breasts, his thumbs automatically going to her n*****s to rub them.

"I've wondered what these felt like," he said to her, "I've watched them grow but only under your clothes. They're even more wonderful than I've imagined. My little girl is a lovely grown woman."

She smiled at him as she closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. She had imagined what his hands would feel like on her t**s but nothing compared to the real thing. Her breasts were larger than average size but not huge. They fit perfectly in his large hands and let out a soft moan as his thumbs rubbed over her hard n*****s. She placed her hands over his and squeezed. "You can do it harder, Daddy. I like it like that."

"Is that so, little girl?" he asked as he squeezed harder, massaging her warm breasts. "What else do you like?"

"Yes, Daddy. I kind of like it rough. You can pull on my n*****s. Like this," she said as she grabbed his fingers and pinched her n****e and pulled on them. She repeated this on the other one. She felt his c**k harden between her thighs but the sleeping bag restricted it from springing free. "Let's get you out of the sleeping bag, Daddy" she said as she giggled and rolled off of him and onto her back. 

He pulled the zipper of his sleeping bag down and flipped it open so it covered the floor of the tent. He didn't have a shirt on and was only wearing shorts. The front of those shorts was tented around his erect c**k.

Jen stared, mesmerized, at his hidden erection and licked her lips slowly. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it. "Daddy.... Can I... Can I touch it?"

He reached over, took her hand, and placed it on his tented shorts, "Yes you may," he said.

Jen slowly reached out and took a hold of the hem of his shorts, and lowered them enough for his c**k to spring out. She had seen only two other c***s and this one was by far the thickest. She leaned forward and let her tongue gently graze the slit on the top, licking up some pre c*m on her way. She stopped and savoured it, moaning at the sweet yet salty taste. This was the very seed that made her and she was hungry for more. Wrapping her mouth around the head, she sucked on it like it was candy. She had waited for this for such a long time, and she wanted this to be the best blow she could give. She felt her own juices leak down her thighs as she slowly took more of him in her wet, warm mouth. She looked up at him and asked sexily, "Does Daddy like this?"

He groaned in response, "Oh, f**k yes." Looking down, he couldn't believe that the girl he'd raised had her lips around his c**k. He'd imagined it in his guilty m**********n fantasies, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought it would actually happen. She pushed her way down his length and another groan was forced from him. It felt so good. Looking to his left, he could see her ass waving in the air as she sucked him, covered by red gym shorts. Reaching out his hand, he ran it along the firm cheeks of her ass, squeezing and massaging.

Jen slid his c**k out her mouth with a "pop". She turned her head to him and said with an evil smirk, "Smack it, Daddy." She quickly gobbled his c**k once more as he complied with her request and slapped her ass. Moaning around his c**k, the vibrations made him groan louder and it spurred her to take more of him and to pick up the pace.

He tugged her shorts down, slid his hand around her hip and slipped it between her thighs. What he found was a warm, wet, and obviously aroused p***y. He felt her shiver as his hand made contact and she ground her s*x against his palm, moaning even more loudly around his c**k.

Jen felt her Daddy's hand on her warm and eager p***y. She has fantasized about this moment for years and now it was finally happening, and hearing her Daddy's moans was music to her ears. Growing up, she'd heard her parents f**k and she would fantasize about what his face looked like when he moaned. Turning her head to see his reaction, she saw that his eyes were locked on his c**k as it was disappearing into her hungry mouth. His breathing became more ragged and she managed to get his c**k deep in her throat and hold it there. In response, she saw him close his eyes and moan once again. This time he's moaning for me! she thought excitedly to herself.

I wonder how much of my kinky side I can show him? she thought to herself. Secretly, Jen had been researching the basics of b**m. She had always felt that she was a bit different sexually because she loved being rough with herself. After reading on the subject, she realized that she was a submissive and what turned her on was knowing she could turn on a man and give him pleasure. She loved the thought of a man falling apart because of her. She wanted to serve her man, his moans firing her growing passion. Though she'd figured this out about herself, she wasn't ready to let anyone else know. Not yet at least, Jen thought to herself and smiled at the thought of being tied up by a Dominant. Her thoughts then shifted to her Daddy being her Dominant and she let out a moan and humped more of her wet p***y into his hands. As hot as the thought of him Dominating her was, she didn't want to push it, she wanted this to be more than just a one-time thing. She didn't want to lose him because of the kinky fuckery she was into. For now, she was enjoying the moment. 

He slipped a finger into her p***y and couldn't believe how tight it was. While he had never really asked, nor wanted to pry, he wondered if his daughter was still a virgin. He wasn't one of those overprotective parents who'd wanted to lock his kids away from any chance of s****l contact. He trusted their judgement... although he wasn't quite sure about how that was working out right at this moment with her mouth around his c**k and his finger in her p***y.

Jen felt his finger slip inside her and moaned around his c**k as he started to slide it in and out. She'd had a guy finger her before but even with one finger, he was still better than any of them. She was still a virgin and from the moment they'd first kissed, she'd decided to give it to him. She let his c**k slip out of her mouth and locked eyes with him. She stood up, kicked off her shorts, and slowly positioned herself to straddle his belly, just above his c**k. She placed her hands on his chest and traced small circles with her finger tips. She whispered, "Daddy...?"

"Yes, Jen," he answered softly, staring into her eyes.

Barely audibly, she said, "I want you." She closed her eyes tight. unable to look at him as she said the next part,"... to be my first..." She opened one eye to see his reaction. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, "That’s a big decision for you to make and a big responsibility for me."

She simply nodded to him. 

He nodded back. Taking her hips in his hands he gently raised her up and moved her back. She held that position and reached down to grab his c**k, placing it at the opening of her v****a, then letting a bit of her weight come down on it to push it slowly inside. There was some resistance and a bit of pain, but she continued pushing down and his c**k continued to slip inside of her well lubricated p***y. Finally, she was resting against his hips with it buried all the way inside her and she leaned down and hugged herself against him, wanting as much connection to him as possible. It felt like nothing she has experienced before. She felt so full; so complete. It simply felt right being with him this way. Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest and she wasn't sure if she should move yet. She wanted more but also wanted to imprint this feeling on her memory as she wasn't sure if she would ever get him inside her again. She sat up just enough to give him a hard, passionate kiss. As her mouth opened slightly, her hips naturally started to rock back and forth and she let out a moan into his mouth as she felt his c**k slide along her inner walls.

He had shivered as he had felt her lower herself onto him -- partly from the tightness and partly from the thought that this was his daughter and what they were doing was taboo. He'd done this before as a fantasy, but that's all it had been: a fantasy. The reality was that her body seemed to fit his as no other woman ever had and when she started slowly to move, all he could do was close his eyes as he lost himself in the overwhelming sensations and the emotions that accompanied them.

Jen rested her hands on his chest as she slowly raised and lowered herself of her Dad's c**k. It felt more amazing than she had ever imagined. She wanted to take it slow. This was her first time and as much as she fantasized about being used and f****d hard, this was a time to be gentle and passionate with the man she truly loved. She looked down at her Daddy and smiled to herself. He's moaning because of me, she thought to herself. He feels good because of me. As she continued to slowly f**k herself, she whispered in a very soft moan, "I love you Daddy."

He reached up and grabbed his daughter's breasts, feeling the n*****s harden against his palms. Squeezing them hard, he watched as she threw her head back and moaned. "I love you too Angel. My precious little girl has grown up into a very desirable woman," he told her.

"And now you've made me fully a woman, Daddy," she answered. Her nails slowly trailed down his chest as she enjoyed his hands on her t**s. She arched her back to give him more access to her chest and began to pick up pace causing her t**s to rub against his hands more aggressively.

"You feel so good, Angel. It didn't hurt too much did it?", he asked.

Jen shook her head "no" as she continued to ride his c**k. She felt an orgasm building and she reached down to rub her swollen clit. "Daddddddy... I am going to cum..... You are going to make me cum...." she moaned out.

"c*m for me little girl," he moaned back, "c*m on your Daddy's hard c**k" He increased the speed and force of his hips as he saw her tip into orgasm.

Jen arched her back as she threw her head back. Her body started to shake as her p***y squeezed tight around him. Her abdominal muscles spasmed as she came hard all over the big c**k buried deep inside her. 

Seeing his daughter c*m almost brought on his own orgasm but he held it back by sheer force of will. He wanted this to last, especially since he was convincing himself that it shouldn't happen again. Rolling them both over and keeping himself inside her, he transitioned into missionary position. Now he was able to look into Jen's eyes and kiss her as they f****d.

Feeling him on top of her turned her on so much that she was already on the edge of cumming again. As he rolled her on her back, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locked eyes with him and smiled. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips. Barely touching them to his, she whispered, "f**k me, Daddy."

"I'm going to, little girl," he growled as he started moving again. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Jen started to thrust her hips matching his pace. She felt him grab her ankles and opened her legs wider by resting them on his shoulders. With her ass lifted off the floor, she could feel his balls slap her ass, which perversely recalled the slaps he'd delivered to it earlier. Her moans began to get louder as she felt her another orgasm washing over her. "Dadddddy!!"

"I'm cumming too," he groaned. He felt his balls tighten and then the c*m rocketed out of him deep into her spasming cunt.

She closed her eyes and moaned as he released inside of her, feeling his warm juices shoot deep inside of her as she squeezed around him. She milked the c**k that gave her life for all it had. So powerful was her orgasm, that she was barely able to open her eyes afterwards. 

Once he caught his breath after coming inside his daughter, he slowly lowered her legs and rolled on his back next to her. He put his arm around her, pulled her tight against his side, gently kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you Jen, more than I can say."

Jen snuggled close to him. She felt safe and protected in her Daddy's arms. It reminded her of when she would have nightmares as a child and she would run to her parent's room. She would always go to Daddy's side of the bed and ask him to hold her. Every time he did, she felt all her pain and worries disappear. That was exactly what she felt now. She wasn't worried that he was going to toss her out of the house or be disgusted by her kinky thoughts. On top of that, what they'd done so far was just the tip of the iceberg of what she fantasized about, but that was for another day. Right now, she was going to fall asleep in the arms of the man she had loved all her life. Before she closed her eyes, she looked up at him and whispered, "I love you Daddy just as much," Letting out a contented sigh, she fell asleep with a smile on her face. 

He looked down at her and smiled to himself My beautiful Angel. His smile soon faded away, what have I done to you? He traced his fingers lightly over her cheek. She was achingly beautiful and he wanted her so badly, but his thoughts were troubled. This cannot happen again. This WILL NOT happen again. He sighed to himself, and watched the gentle rise and fall of her naked breasts for a moment before he grabbed the sleeping bag with his free hand and pulled it over them both. Jen let out a soft moan as she snuggled closer to him. Hearing that moan and feeling her naked body press into him, he felt his c**k stir again. Oh God, help me.