Daddy’s Plaything

Craving Daddy…

This book contains themes of incest and is intended for mature readers only. It is not suitable for all audiences.

⚠️ If you feel uncomfortable with such content or believe it may be triggering for you, please consider skipping these sections or moving on to later chapters.

⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Lara.

I wanted to f**k my father.

Yes, my real daddy.

Wasn’t that sick and twisted?

Wasn’t that wrong?

But why did it make my p***y throb?

Why did I want it more than anything in the world?

To feel his c**k inside me.

To have his body pressed against mine.

To know what it felt like to moan his name into his mouth.

To cross that line from familial love to depraved lust.

This sick craving started when I was sixteen, on the day I walked past their bedroom door and saw him bending my mother over the edge of their bed like he owned every inch of her.

He had one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip so hard his fingers left marks, and he was slamming into her from behind with deep, brutal strokes that made her cry out his name like a w***e in heat.

The wet slap of his heavy balls against her soaked cunt, the way her p***y lips stretched around his thick c**k—f**k, I stood there frozen, my thighs clenching tighter as I watched my daddy ruin my mother’s hole until she was shaking and squirting all over their sheets.

From that moment, I couldn’t stop imagining it was me.

I’d lie in my bed at night, legs spread wide, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in my tight little cunt, pumping furiously while I pictured Daddy’s big c**k splitting me open instead.

Fuck.

I wanted to taste him so badly, to have his salty, musky precum leaking onto my tongue. I wondered what it would feel like for his heavy balls to rest on my chin while I choked on every thick inch of his glorious d**k.

I wished he could use me like he used my Mom but harder and filthier, because I was his little girl and I needed to be his slut.

Not that I meant to but I began hating my Mom for getting what should’ve been mine.

It should be me wrapping my legs around his waist, my dripping p***y milking his c**k, my voice begging Daddy to ruin me.

Instead it was her.

Every moan she made felt like a betrayal, every time she screamed through the walls “Yes, baby, f**k me deeper!” felt like my heart was breaking.

So I replaced her in my head.

Now I’m twenty, in college, and no boy has ever come close.

They’re all clumsy, quick, and pathetic.

Their d***s feel like nothing compared to the monster I know Daddy is hiding in his pants.

I’ve spent years touching myself raw thinking about him.

Fingering my soaked slit until my wrist cramped.

Pinching and twisting my sensitive n*****s until they were swollen and red, coming so many times I lost count.

All while moaning, “Daddy… please… f**k your baby girl’s cunt…”

I’d tried to make it a reality.

I remembered the day after breakfast I’d told my Mom that I had slight pain in my v****a, that Daddy could check it since he was a gynaecologist but she shook her head and laughed.

“Oh honey, I don’t think he would like that very much.”

I frowned. “Why not? He sees tons of women everyday.”

“Your Dad won’t tell you but I’m sure looking at his daughter’s v****a would traumatize the poor man.”

I saw my opportunity slip away like water. “But what if—”

“Listen Lara, I’ll tell him and have him transfer your case to a female doctor better suited, okay?”

I had no choice. “Okay. Thanks Mom,” I added with a bitter edge she didn’t notice.

With too many more failed attempts after that, I thought I’d never have a chance.

I thought my fantasies would remain in my head and eat me alive.

Until one day, I’d returned from college and got the best news of my life.

My Mom was going on a girls’ trip.

It was three days of alcohol and fun in the beautiful beaches in Cabo, she said.

If that wasn’t a gift dropped in my lap then I didn’t know what was.

It was my only chance to finally do something about my craving need and I was going to take it.

The next morning, I kissed her goodbye at the door with a sweet smile while my panties were already soaked through at the thought of seducing my father.

As soon as her car pulled away, I went upstairs.

Daddy was in their bedroom getting ready for work.

He was standing in front of the mirror, buttoning up his crisp white shirt, the fabric stretching across his broad chest and strong arms.

He looked so f*****g hot, with his styled hair, stubble on his jaw, and that confident doctor’s posture that made my knees weak.

I walked in wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my ass and a tiny pair of pink panties that were already sticking to my swollen p***y lips.

“Daddy?” I said softly, leaning against the doorframe, letting the hem of the shirt ride up just enough to show the bottom curve of my ass.

He turned, eyes flicking over me for a second before he went back to his buttons. “Morning, princess. What’s up?”

I bit my lip and stepped closer, my voice turning whiny and needy the way I knew always worked on him.

“My math homework is so hard… I don’t understand any of it. Can you come help me? Please?”

He sighed, glancing at his watch. “Baby, I’ve got to get to the clinic. Can it wait till I get home tonight?”

I pouted, pushing my lower lip out and giving him my best daddy’s little girl eyes.

I stepped even closer until I was right in front of him, looking up through my lashes. “Nooo… I really need you now. Please, Daddy? You’re the one who made me pick engineering, so you have to help your princess.”

He let out a low chuckle and shook his head, but I could see the reluctance melting. “Alright, alright. Let me finish buttoning this shirt, and I’ll come take a look.”

I smiled sweetly on the outside, but inside my p***y was already clenching with filthy anticipation. “No need. You can finish it after.”

I wrapped an arm around his elbow and began pulling him away, earning a deep chuckle from him.

“I spoil you, baby girl.”

“You’re the only one who should spoil me, Daddy,” I replied innocently but inside I couldn’t wait to get him alone.

I wanted him to do more than spoil me.

I wanted him to ruin me.

Fuck me.

Slut me out.

I just couldn’t wait to finally make him see me.

Not as his daughter.

But as the dripping, c**k-hungry little w***e who’d been fantasizing about riding her own daddy’s thick c**k for years.