The Request

There is something I have never told anyone.

When I was eighteen, my mother got really sick and died. It was devastating. It was just me and my father left, and we tried to take care of each other. We did, and we got much closer--in fact, probably too close. We ended up having a sexual relationship for several months. It was wonderful, but we knew it couldn't last, so we ended it. It had been hard, but we both knew it was for the best. He told me I was going to university soon, and we had to get on with our lives.

That was more than ten years ago. I'm twenty-nine now.

In my mid-twenties, I met Mark, fell in love, and got married. I would say we have a pretty good marriage; we are pretty happy together. We have been trying to get pregnant for a while but aren't having any luck. Mark is a very proud man; his ego is more fragile than he cares to admit. I had some tests done and found out I wasn't the problem. I wouldn't tell Mark that; it would kill him.

That's when I came up with this plan. I love Mark and don't want to cheat. So, I decided I was going to ask my dad to get me pregnant. I know it's crazy, but bear a few things in mind. First, I know my dad is fertile because I'm here. Second, it's not really cheating if it's with my father, and he is just helping us out. Third, I have slept with him before, so I know this can work. Lastly, the one I shouldn't admit: I want this. I miss him. When we had sex all those years ago, it was incredible, and honestly, no lover has ever come close to making me feel the way he does. Just thinking about it turns me on. When I'm alone, I still masturbate to the thought of him. Fuck, I've really missed his cock, and I want it.

I was worried about telling him. I knew I could trust him to never tell Mark; he could never know the baby wasn't his--that was the whole point. But I was worried about what if he didn't want to? What if it opened old wounds?

The only way to find out was to talk to him. The perfect opportunity arose: Mark was going away for a stag weekend, so I told him I would stay with my Dad that weekend.

I told my Dad I missed him and wanted to catch up, just the two of us. That wasn't a lie.

I went straight from work on Friday evening. We had a couple of drinks before he said, "Okay, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You seem preoccupied all evening. You seem nervous, like you want to tell me something."

"I do."

"What's the matter? You know you can tell me anything."

"I need to ask you for something. Something big."

"What is it?"

"Well, you know how I told you Mark and I wanted to start a family?"

"Yes."

"We've been trying for a while, and it's just not happening. So, I did some tests, and it turns out I'm not the problem."

"Oh, I see. How did Mark take the news?"

"I haven't told him. I think it would batter his ego too much."

"So, what do you need from me?"

I bit my lip and nervously said, "I need you to get me pregnant."

"What?" His eyes widened. There was a look of shock.

"Please, hear me out, Daddy. I don't want to cheat. I need someone I can trust. I know you can do it; you got Mum pregnant. I know it's been a long time, but it would be nice to be with you like that again. I know we're not meant to talk about it, but I miss fucking you. Don't you miss fucking me? Please, Daddy, please."

He looked right into my eyes. "Yes," he said softly. "I really miss you."

"Then please, Daddy, do it." I pulled my skirt up, revealing my panties, which now had a big wet spot on them.

"Fuck. Let me see."

"See what, Daddy?" I asked with feigned innocence.

"Show Daddy your wet pussy."

I moved my panties to the side, exposing my pussy. He knelt before me, buried his face in me, and started taking long, slow licks.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Please lick my pussy, Daddy. I need it so bad. No one does it like you."

He held my hips, and his tongue worked up and down, sucking my wet juices. I quivered and licked, and when his tongue made contact with my clit, I nearly screamed.

"Fuck," I screamed, for how good he was. Shit, I think I might cum. Mark takes forever to make me cum. Fuck, I love my Daddy's tongue. He sucked on my clit and inserted a couple of fingers into my pussy. Shit, this is driving me wild. I'm squirming, knowing I can't last much longer.

"That's so good, please don't stop," I panted as his fingers made contact with my G-spot. That was it; I just couldn't hold on any longer.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum, I can't," I moaned. "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming!" My whole body convulsed as I came all over my father's face.

Fuck, that felt amazing. As my dad pulled away from my pussy, his face covered in my cum, I thought, It was so hot.

"You're so good at that. Fuck, I haven't cum that hard in years."

I smiled. "You taste so good, baby girl. Let's go upstairs so I can fuck you."

We practically ran up the stairs. Once we were in his room, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me deeply. I melted into him. He lifted me onto his bed and pulled my bra off. "I've missed your tits like you wouldn't believe," he said. Before I could say anything, his face buried itself in them, licking circles around my nipples before sucking on them, alternating between breasts.

"Fuck, Daddy, that feels good, but please let me see your cock? I've missed it so much. I need that dick, please, Daddy." I was almost begging; I was desperate for it.

He undid his trousers and pulled them off, then slowly pulled his underwear down, and his cock flopped out. Fuck, there it is.

"Oh, fuck, yes, that's it. That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

He looked really proud when I said that, then he caught me off guard with his next question: "Is it better than Mark's?"

Fuck, I can't believe he asked me that. Fuck, I'm going to tell him. "Yes, so much better. And bigger. His cock is nothing next to you." Shit, I can't believe I said that.

I leaned down to suck his cock. I breathed in and felt the scent of his cock--*fuck, that smells good.* I licked up the shaft.

"Careful, baby, not too much of that. I need to make sure I cum in you."

As he said that, I felt my pussy throb. The thought of my dad cumming inside me was so fucking hot to me.

I stood up, walked over to the bed, and bent over. I looked over my shoulder and said, "Come and fuck me then. Pound your little girl's pussy."

I pushed my face into the bed, spread my legs, and he entered me, grunting the sexiest grunt I'd ever heard.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!" I screamed as his cock thrust in. "I've missed this cock. Fuck, yes! That's what I remember. Fuck me, fuck me, Daddy!"

He pounded into me. Fuck, I was in heaven. "Yes, yes, oh yes! No one fucks me as you do."

He grabbed my hip and thrust deeper. "Yes, take it. Take Daddy's cock like a good girl. I've missed your cunt. Fuck, you feel good. I can't wait to fill you up. That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to fill that pussy full of my cum, don't you?"

"Fuck, yes, please do it! I want it so bad. I want you to cum deep inside me and make this pussy yours."

He was really hammering into me now, and I could feel another orgasm building. "Yes, this is mine. Whose cunt do you belong to?"

"You, Daddy. It's your cunt. Please, do it. Cum inside your little girl."

He grunted loudly before pushing all the way in and humming deep in me. I could feel him pulse, and it sent me over the edge. I came as well. We both screamed in pleasure.

I collapsed onto the bed. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I could see my ruined, cum-filled cunt, and it made me so happy.

"I've missed that," he said.

"That was incredible. That was the best sex I've had."

"Me too. Let's rest for a bit." He got onto the bed, cuddled me, and we both drifted off to sleep.