I could barely focus on school. The pull between anxiety and euphoria was beyond real. I had fantasies about when I returned home and my daddy lifting me up onto the kitchen counter and fucking me like the horny slut that I was. But then I had the much more realistic fear that I would come home to another lecture about how last night I was wrong and how I shouldn’t think about it or masturbate to it anymore. No matter how strong that fear was, the arousal I felt always won.

Fuck… What is wrong with me?! I thought when I skipped lunch that day and ran to the opposite side of the school to use the handicap bathroom as my personal porn studio as I fingered myself to not one or two but three orgasms in a half hour. I was late to third period because I was on my hands and knees in the bathroom mopping up my squirts with paper towels.

I knew what I was thinking was wrong. I knew my daddy didn’t mean to touch me last night. He was a good man with a good heart, but there was no going back. He had unlocked something inside me that could be so easily shut away. Despite my orgasms, I spent all afternoon fantasizing about daddy. My final period I had to hide my face, because my cheeks had grown flush.

When I returned home, I was surprised to see my daddy home from work early, though he did not sweep me off my feet to fuck, unfortunately. He gave the nurse the day off and said he wanted to spend more time with family. He probably felt guilty about last night. Ugh… if only I could tell him not to feel guilty. That I want more, Daddy!

He made me a snack like I was a little girl and spent the afternoon and evening taking care of mom. I was in and out with mom throughout the day, spending as much time with her as I could, but she slept most of the day. I was more than a little annoyed because as soon as I got home from school, I wanted to change into this cute pink top with a matching pink bra to distract daddy a bit, but for the life of me, I couldn’t find that damn bra. I swore it was hanging over my chair in my room before school, but I looked everywhere. Oh, well. I decided on going with a white tank top with spaghetti straps. Something that emphasized my large breasts. I knew daddy loved those from the way he grabbed them last night.

That evening was terribly uneventful and left me in a mood when I went to my room that night.

Was this how it was going to be from now on? Just awkward silence and avoidance? No, daddy needed to know that last night wasn’t just an accident. He needs to know that he doesn’t have to abandon me. I can do things like mom used to. I can make daddy feel good too.

It was near midnight when I snuck out of my room. I had lain on my bed naked with my back to my cracked door all night just waiting for daddy to come, but nothing. It took all the willpower in my body to keep from touching myself. Just the thrill of exposing my naked butt to an open door was enough for my imagination to make my pussy leak over my thigh. Drips had run down to my bed by the time I sighed in frustration and threw on a t-shirt and panties (a pointless act since my panties were instantly drenched).

In the hallway, I crept in the shadows like a burglar until I saw my daddy’s office door was cracked open as well. Strange, he normally keeps it closed and locked when he is in there. I moved closer and saw the blue light of his 34-inch computer monitor cast light in his dark room. Licking my lips, I held my breath as I neared my face to the sliver of space between the door and the doorjamb. My heart hammered my chest when I realized the sound I heard was my daddy’s heavy breathing. My eye spotted the monitor first, and my belly did a somersault at what I saw.

Daddy’s watching porn! My jaw hung open in surprise at first, swiftly followed by elation. I had always felt ashamed when I secretly watched, listened to, or read porn—like I was the only person who did it and I was pathetic for doing so—but something about seeing daddy doing it too… It kind of felt like a bag of bricks was lifted off my chest. Daddy’s like me, too.

Then I gasped when I changed angles and saw daddy.

He was shirtless and in his computer chair. The back of his shoulder faced me so I could see… it… but I could see his arm pumping up and down. I watched the muscles on his back expand and deflate with every deep breath. The light of the screen accented the curve of his triceps and hard angle of his trap muscles beside his neck.

I was squeezing my tits through my shirt without thought, and before I realized it, my hand slipped between my thighs. God. Fingering my wet pussy never felt so good. It is like I’m on a drug right now. A drug called Daddy.

Daddy was wearing headphones, but I still had to struggle to keep my voice. Circling my clit, my knees shuttered and the erotic reality that I was witnessing combined with the fantasy of him catching me and turning his daughter into his dirty little cum slut was making me want to cry out. My legs were already growing weak when I finally had the wherewithal to have a look at the porn daddy was watching. The girl had her face stuffed against a sofa as an older man fucked her from behind, rather roughly, actually. But it was when the male porn star grabbed the girl’s hair to lift her face up that I realized the actress wasn’t much older than me—maybe 20, 21 years old.

She kind of looks like me in a way, I thought. A thrill sparked in my chest. Same hair as me… Large breasts like me… maybe...

My mind froze, as did my fingers on my clit. My gaze had shifted back to daddy and that’s when I saw him holding something to his face.

Is it a towel? No. it’s a… it’s a bra. A pink bra. My stomach dropped so hard it made me lightheaded and on the verge of passing out. Daddy’s sniffing MY bra while watching porn and stroking his cock!

I steadied myself on the doorjamb with one hand as my other hand vigorously rubbed my clit until the never-ending buildup of an orgasm peaked. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as my knees shook, but just as the orgasm flooded my body, I saw daddy whip his head in my direction.

I had been caught.

***

Trying to do anything while having an orgasm is a challenge. Getting caught spying on your father while half naked, masturbating, and having the strongest orgasm of my life was just plain impossible. Daddy launched to his feet, pulling up his sweatpants and stomping toward the door. Through squinted eyes and trembling legs, I staggered backward to flee, but my knees decided not to work.

To make matters all the more embarrassing, when daddy swung open his door to see me whimpering and wiggling on the floor, I started to squirt just as he grabbed my arm to pull me to my feet. Yanked inside his office, daddy closed the door and didn’t seem to realize the mess I had made until he glanced down and saw the splatters on his carpeting. Suddenly his expression changed from anger to concern, as I think he thought I was bleeding.

Not quite.

“Honey, are you alright?” he asked, reaching out to me as I teetered over to the love seat against the wall and fell into it.

“Fine, I’m—um, sorry, I—oh, my God…” I gasped. My face was so red and hot I looked for steam to be floating from it. My heart beat faster than a drum roll, and the spasms from that orgasm made it difficult to sit still.

It was about this time that I think my daddy figured out what happened and realized that I was not the only one caught tonight. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed.

I know the feeling.

“You saw me,” he said, resolved.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered again. “I just came because I had a question and the door was cracked, and I thought I heard something—please, I didn’t mean to,” I blurted out my lie, and my overwhelming amount of anxiety pushed me closer to tears. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Whoa, hey, hey, hey…” Daddy blinked and the frustration on his face was replaced with guilt. “No one’s mad. You did nothing wrong,” he whispered as he sat on the couch beside me. His hand rubbing my upper back turned me to him, and I quickly buried my tearful eyes into his muscle-bound chest. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, but his chest was hard, and I could feel the lines between his muscles. “Shhh shhh shhhh… it’s okay, honey. You did nothing wrong.”

“Are you… sure?” I asked, looking up from daddy’s chest.

“I’m positive,” he smiled, and his thumb brushed a tear from my cheek. My emotions followed my thoughts when I realized he had just used that very same hand to stroke his hard cock. Releasing me from his embrace, I also noticed that daddy’s cock was still standing hard in his gray sweatpants. I pretended not to notice, but daddy plucked at his pants, though there was little he could do to hide his massive bulge.

“Honey, this was all my fault,” he started, shaking his head. “I’ve just been under a lot of stress and… well, I made some mistakes… some big mistakes. And I didn’t want to confuse you or hurt you, but—”

“No!” I blurted out, and daddy looked as surprised as I felt. I blinked and continued in a much meeker voice, “You didn’t confuse or hurt me, Daddy. I… I came to your room to ask if we could do more.”

“No, um, Sweetheart, uh, no, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Look it was an accident and—and it’s not—it wasn’t a good thing to do and—”

“But it made everything feel better. For a moment, all my depression about everything went away, and, well, all I thought about is you, Daddy. Why would making me feel better here be a bad thing?” I asked, holding a palm over my heart.

“Um, honey, I don’t know.”

“Did…” I hesitated, my voice feeling small. “Did you like it?”

“No, baby, I…” he started to lie but glanced at my pink bra that was still strung across the computer chair. He sighed and hung his head. There was a long pause that was awkward and killed me, but I fought to remain quiet through it. “Yes, Sweetheart, I liked it,” daddy admitted.

There was another beat of silence before I did something brave, which is not something I ever do. I reached out, picked up my daddy’s hand, and placed it on my bare thigh closest to him.

His hand rested on my bare thigh motionless for a time—a long time. Too long. So long that my anxiety was begging me to run to my room and lock the door until the day I died. But then it happened. It was a gentle squeeze at first. Daddy’s fingers slid down my inner thigh, and I had to open my mouth to pant. His warm fingers slowly swirled around the gentle sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, just inches from my sex.

Slowly, I parted my legs, inviting him further. Daddy was too good of a man; I didn’t want him to think he was wrong. I didn’t want him to pull away. When I spread my legs his hand inched closer until his fingers brushed my soaked panties that were painted on my crotch. He looked over his shoulder at me as his fingers brushed up my slit and back down. He stared at me with apprehension; I stared back at him with lust.

I bit my lip, my large perky breasts rising and falling beneath my shirt with every deep breath. Every swipe of his fingers over my clit sent electricity through my body. His touch wasn’t like when he was in my bed the other night; it was better. Daddy didn’t think I was mom now; he knew he was fingering his daughter. He was looking right at me as he did.

“Mmm…” a whimper escaped my lips as I began to squirm from the repetitive and magnificent touch. Daddy’s touch retreated. Hesitated. Afraid he would retract entirely, I grasped his arm, leaning my cheek on his shoulder, and my fingers held onto his thick muscular arm. His fingers continued their tease. “Ohmm… Daddy…” I murmured into his arm.

Daddy kissed the top of my head, and I felt his hot breath warm my scalp. Smelling his familiar scent, my mind wandered the depths of pleasure as my favorite man in the whole world rubbed my 18-year-old pussy. Daddy hand cupped my cheek, and I looked up at him, and then it happened.

Out of nowhere, as soon as our eyes met, daddy gave into his heart's desires and pressed his lips onto mine. I hummed a moan of surprise and excitement as he pressed me back into the couch cushion, my daddy’s lips on mine. I instinctively opened my body to him like a blossoming flower when his tongue slipped into my mouth. His broad shoulders and towering size encapsulated me against the soft sofa. I had never been kissed like this—not by any of my fair-weather boyfriends and not even in my fantasies. My body writhed, trapped beneath my daddy’s strength. Panting and leaking whines into daddy’s mouth, I thought I might cum just from the taste of his tongue.

His strong hand slid down my chest, briefly rubbing my aching nipples through my shirt, and then disappeared in between my thighs. Had daddy’s tongue not been against mine, I might have protested. Not because I didn’t want him to touch me, but because I was so overstimulated at that point, it felt as though my bones were trying to crawl out of my skin. I thought I might have a heart attack from how horny I was.

Alas, I did not, but daddy’s mouth did little to muffle my moans as his fingers rubbed over my drenched panties. I could hear how messy I was when my legs trembled uncontrollably. Daddy’s hand rubbed my pussy vigorously as my fingers clawed at his shoulders and neck. I squeezed him to me, even though it was he who pinned me to the couch. Neither one of us would allow the other to escape.

“Mmm… Mmmm!” I cried as daddy fingered my clit to the edge and beyond. When my body began to convulse like nothing I ever felt before, daddy made the sexiest growl that lingered and morphed into a moan as my thighs vibrated and snapped shut on their own accord.  “Mmaahhhmmm!” I moaned as my eyes rolled backward, and I arched my back.

The orgasm was agonizingly euphoric as I surrendered control of my body to daddy and the pleasure he induced in me. I thought I was losing my mind as the waves of gratification crashed on me relentlessly. I felt the squirt drench my soaked panties and dribble between my legs as the world fell away and I lived in bliss for an unknown amount of time.

When my vision returned, it was spotty as if I had stared at the sun for too long, and I was in daddy’s arms. He cradled my head in his arms and whispered, “Shhh shhh shhhhh… it’s okay… Daddy’s right here,” he said and planted a kiss on my forehead.

A jolt of pleasure shot through my body, and I giggled when daddy smiled down on me.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” he said and planted another kiss on me, this one on my lips. It was soft and rejuvenating, as I felt my heart rate lower as the safety of my father’s embrace settled me. “I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere…”