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She begged for more right when her orgasm
gripped her the tightest. “I WANT YOUR DICK! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME
SO BAD. I WANT TO CUM ON YOUR COCK!” She shivered as he caressed.
“
Yes, my daddy makes me cum
!
I want to cum on my daddy’s
dick
!” she said as her body rolled with his forceful grinding,
and she meant it. Alisha desperately wanted his shaft pounding into
her with the same might. She kept begging for him while she finally
began to ease. Kevin still worked both ripe regions, keeping her
climax until her legs dropped down to the bed and she collapsed,
satisfied. Once her body started to cool, though, he pulled his
finger out, and sat on the bed a good two feet away.

He stared at her with wide eyes, and she
noticed his careful distance. He kept space between them
purposefully. Her pussy still tingled, and if he kept going, Alisha
was sure she’d cream again. It was like her to have multiple
orgasms easily, but she doubted he’d give her another.

“I can’t do that. I did too much.
I…accidently felt around too much until you climaxed. I shouldn’t
have done any of that. That was an exam.” He rested his hand on his
knee, palm up, and looked at his wet finger. He clinched it into a
fist and brought it up to his mouth to smell her one last time.
Then he closed her legs and lay beside her. “You understand you’re
years younger than me and for the last two years you’ve been my
daughter—”

“Daddy,” she interrupted, because he’d hurt
her feelings if he kept voicing his thoughts. They didn’t make a
mistake. He just needed time to get used to the idea. She put her
arm around him. “I liked that a lot. If you want, I could give you
head, and suck your dick the way you pleasured me. I’d like
that.”

“No, baby. I’m going to go shower.”

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah, I had a moment of weakness. I’ll be
better for you next time. You just have to stop asking for me to
touch you. Do you understand it’s wrong?”

“No, because it’s not wrong at all if we’re
two consenting adults with no blood relation—that’s my stance on
it, anyway.”

“Well, I know that even eighteen seems too
young for consent sometimes. That wasn’t an exam…it’s was…a
mistake. I’m sorry, baby.”

Guilt set in, and after that no matter amount
of begging made him change his mind. For two months, he either
caved to a single offer or refused to consent regardless of how
often she begged him to make her orgasm.

It was confusing, but he was working through
things she couldn’t convince him weren’t worth worrying about. She
even pointed out, too, that she
was
an adult who knew what
she was doing when letting him eat her out every few nights, but
that only persuaded him once to pound her with two fingers for an
hour so hard she gushed. Clearly he was struggling, but like
always, she knew Kevin only needed time. One day he’d get over it,
see how much she wanted him, and start taking her into his room
every evening.

Trying to prove to him that letting go and
doing what they wanted was right, Alisha sat on his lap, doing her
best to determine his mood. Asking him outright to make her cream
hurt too much when he flatly said no, so she stopped doing that.
While he kicked his shoes up onto the coffee table, looking worn
down and tired from a long shift, she asked the opposite of what
she wanted.

“Do you want to zone out and watch a movie?”
She ran her fingers up his chest, feeling the short hairs he
constantly trimmed to keep under a quarter inch. Alisha curled her
hands up to his shoulders and squeezed, before bringing her palms
back down and turning her fingers outward to graze his nipples.

“No, I just want to sit here with you.” He
hugged her tight, and smiled up at her. “I missed you all day.”

He was drawing her near, admitting thinking
of her a lot, and didn’t push her away when touching. It was a good
sign. “I missed you, too.” She unfastened another button of his
shirt, and when he didn’t protest, she practically begged for kinky
talk. “Why was I on your mind more than usual?”

“I finally got you some Cebocap, so any time
I felt it in my pocket I got sidetracked thinking of you. I’ve been
on the fence if I should get you birth control or not, and today I
made my decision.”

“Yeah?” she slowly said, and for a second she
stopped rubbing his chest to gape at him. She was a foster daughter
of a doctor. Cebocap was a placebo, and she knew that. Alisha had
no idea why he’d give her a sugar pill and call it a contraceptive.
But then again, he didn’t actually call it a birth control pill,
though, either. He worded it very carefully to make her assume
that.

“Sex is a serious topic, Alisha. If you get
pregnant, that’s a lifelong permanent situation, so if you have
sex, you need to be prepared to stick with the person you sleep
with for a long time.”

“Daddy, you’re the only guy I want,” she
began, about to tell him she no longer had a strong urge to date
some boy just to lose her virginity. She wanted him, even if they
only fooled around every once in awhile, and then she had to
struggle for three or four days to get him to pleasure her again.
As soon as she told him, and he smiled wide, she suddenly
understood where he was going with the Cebocap.

“Maybe you should think about letting your
daddy sleep with you, but you’d have to be very careful, Alisha.
Daddy can get you pregnant. If you conceive, I’ll know you haven’t
been taking your pills and I’ll have to insist that from then on
you come only to daddy for pleasure.” He slipped a hand down
between her legs, and petted her panties right over her clit. Then
with a very hopeful tone, he added, “And daddy will be very cross
with you for not being more careful. I’d have to spank you with my
cock every night whether I want to or not.”

Shit! When he put it that way getting
punished sounded totally fucking hot—the right amount of naive and
playfulness, with the threat of endless fucking. She didn’t see a
downside at all.

Her pussy was so tight and achy for him, she
couldn’t orgasm hard enough these days to satisfy her craving.
Desperation set in a long time ago, and she didn’t even consider
the risks of her daddy offering her unprotected sex. She wanted to
fuck him. And understanding he was tricking her into staying with
him, only made the situation sexier. He put actual thought into
making her conceive, and she loved her daddy so much the idea
sounded perfect. At least now she knew pretending to give her an
exam when really he was finger fucking her wasn’t the problem. He
had no qualms about tricking her, even about something serious.
Then again, he was making it sound really easy to make a baby.

At that point, they were both really good at
playing dumb. “I can be careful, daddy!” she said, and while
rolling her chest to brush her nipples over his lips, she added,
“I’ll risk getting pregnant. I won’t mind at all if from now on we
only get sex from each other.”

“I believe you, baby. I’ll be careful, too.
I’ll monitor everything, give you your pills every morning, and
we’ll start you on a Prenatal Vitamin and Fish Oil tonight just in
case. But if you get pregnant, you’re going to have to show daddy
how sorry you are by giving him lots of pussy. I’ll hold you to
your promise, baby.”

“So,” she rocked on his lap, grinding her
pussy against his cock when his dirty talk started to make her ache
uncomfortably. He encouraged it by flexing his ass to hold his
stiff rod firmly up against her pussy. “I don’t have to ask for you
to give me an orgasm anymore? You’ll just give them to me? And it
won’t be a couple times a week thing? It will be nightly?” she
asked, truly wanting to know if he finally came to terms with their
unconventional relationship.

“No, it’s permanent, baby. If you want your
daddy to take your virginity, I decided that’s different. I’ve told
you that getting pregnant will have consequences, especially having
daddy’s
baby. This is an adult decision, and you are being
an adult making it. You know what you’re getting into if you have
your daddy’s baby. I already told you that you’ll get
pregnant.”

“I promise to try my best to take my Cebocap
every day,” she vowed. Alisha undid his last button, and ran her
hands from his firm chest to all the subtle dips and swells along
his stomach. He let her move his shirt out of the way, and look at
him. She’d seen him topless a few times, but he never allowed her
to undress him. She explored with her hands, caressing his sides,
stomach, and chest without ever stopping in one spot. “But are you
going to spank me really hard if I mess up because it sounds like
I’m doomed to fail?”

“In a month, daddy’s dick will stretch your
little pussy enough you’ll really like it,” he assured her, and as
she caressed him, he started removing her bra so he could fondle
her tits the way she so quickly learned to love. “You’ll bend over
for me a few times, daddy will give you nine inches of hard cock,
I’ll punish you with it, and then all will be forgiven.” He lured
her off his lap so he could suck her small mound, and just before
he opened his mouth, he wickedly grinned up at her. For a long
moment, he sucked and sucked until both her tits were wet and hard.
“Then daddy will show you how pleased he is by keeping your pussy
nice and wet for the rest of the nine months. In the mean time,
you’ll spend lots of time on your back with your hips elevated so I
can fill you with cum. We’ll use lots of K-Y for a spermicide until
your birth control kicks in, too.”

She asked as if she was the most gullible
person in the world, “With K-Y you’ll be able to cum in me all we
want?” She knew damn well the lubricant wasn’t used for anything
other than wet sex.

“I get hard easy if I know my semen isn’t
wasted. I can keep going, never getting too soft, and cum and cum
all night if that is what you want. So, yeah, I’ll be able to cum
in you as much as you want.” He shifted her onto the couch, and
with a grin, he said, “I’ll be right back.”

“Are you going to go get the Cebocap and
K-Y?”

“Yeah,” he said. He stood, and was about to
leave before turning back toward her. “I guess I should be honest,”
he began, and Alisha frowned. She really liked the phony protection
with a placebo fantasy. “You met my ex. She didn’t want kids. I
sort of pressured her to adopt…Anyway, if you get pregnant, don’t
think for a second I don’t actually want our baby.”

“Well, with Cebocap I’m sure we’ll be fine. I
mean what are the chances I’ll get pregnant.”

“You’ll have a fifteen to thirty percent
chance of getting pregnant each month,” he said, beaming at her.
Then he disappeared into the kitchen. Meanwhile, she did the math,
guessing she’d be pregnant within three months. Despite the odds,
she undressed, and lay on the couch with her legs open as if he’d
give her another exam. He returned with a water, the three tablets
he promised, and K-Y. Immediately, he hoisted a foot in the air so
he could sit between her legs and rest her calf on his lap. He
handed her the pills, and offered the water. She tipped back and
gulped down all three in single swallow, and opened her mouth to
show her daddy.

“Keep your mouth just like that, Alisha,” he
said playfully, and unzipped his pants, but Alisha was into it.
She’d show him she’d take him up on his offer. He stood to remove
his large cock, and chuckled like it was all a joke, but Alisha
ignored the humor. Her daddy’s dick was huge. It curled downward,
probably from the months of her giving him erections in tight
pants. The round bulb top had a prominent edge. Equally
well-defined were the protruding veins, crowding outward by tense
muscle that pulsated with heat. His girth and length was
mouthwatering, but mostly it was intimidating. All of it wouldn’t
fit into her mouth, but she tried.

Alisha parted her lips wider to wrap them
around his cap. Then she encircled him with a wet mouth and lightly
sucked. Instantly she started to bob her head and run her plump
lips up and down his shaft. “Fuck, baby. It’s sweet how bad you
want to please your daddy.” He ran his fingers through her hair and
moved with her while she sucked down to the middle of his cock, and
stroked him there. “That’s right, Alisha. Make daddy’s cock feel
good. Just like that.”

She clutched his shaft in her hand, and drew
both her mouth and palm up to his head. Then after wetting her
fingers she sucked him harder and jerked his base. He stood still,
letting her work his dick deeper inside with slow, controlled
plunges.

“Look up at your daddy. I want you to see
whose dick you’re sucking, baby,” he said, knowing how wet she got
getting pleasured by him. Now it was his turn.

When she gazed up, he began to pump into her
mouth and fist. He delved in deep and pulled all the way out,
before he did it again and again. He started a fast rhythm, which
she matched by sucking harder.

“Perfect, baby—really work daddy’s cock.”

She moved with him, sucking him in when he
thrust, but she tugged in opposition, moving twice as fast. He
drove in vigorously, knocking her fleshy fist against her mouth.
She loved the aggression, because he was so into it. He panted like
every stroke would make him cum, and she’d get a mouthful of him to
taste.

“Really smack the base of my cock, baby,” he
instructed through strained lips. “Abuse daddy’s cock. Spank it
like its bad.” With all her might she sucked and spanked it. He
threw his head back to enjoy plunging into her mouth and getting
the rest of his dick worked by her furious stroking. She tasted
salt on her tongue, and she watered when realizing it was him. His
cock filled her mouth drop after drop as she sucked. Every finger
passed over the ridge of his cockhead with wet sloshing.

“Fuck, yes! Show daddy how hungry you are.
Yes!” She knocked her hand against his base, hitting it hard. She
rubbed his length, squeezing as tightly as she puckered her lips to
suck. Together they worked his entire length with soaked strokes.
The entire time Alisha couldn’t get over how big he felt.