…daddy’s little monster…

.anpn

…he had just come back home from work and entered the house when he immediately sensed it… hmmm… wasn’t this a whiff of her sexy teenie perfume…?

…he stepped inside the living room… and there she was… his cute little monster… lying there fast asleep on the lounge… he swollowed hard at the sight of her sheer breathtaking beauty… her ripe young breast slowly moving up and down with her breath…

…deepest love and happiness were ruling his mind for a brief moment… but soon they made way for some other, most unsettling feelings… dangerous desire… unprecedented passion… he was desperately fighting the powerful urge to bend over her and kiss her… taste the sweetness of her velvet skin… stroke it with his lips all over… her arms… her tits… her flat belly… her legs… her baby pussy… with the last of his strength he drew himself back to reality… she was his daughter… his baby girl… his little monster…

…soon after her seventeenth birthday she’d begun to visit him… he still recalled the very day when that angelic creature out of nowhere stood in front his door… leaving him flabbergasted… speechless… but there was only a laconical ‘…hi daddy… can I come in…?’ …it took only half an hour on that first visit… and soon there had been a kind of closeness between them as if he’d never left her and her mom when she was only four…

…she’d been like a mirror for him… making him recognize himself in her… her irony… her sarcasm… her youthful wisdom… her dark sense of humor… he’d had no choice but to surrender to the fascination she had on him all at once… but what drove him insane with love for his baby girl was when she was inscrutably laconic… or when she was just lying there on the lounger, not saying anything… she seemed to be light years away then… but still so close… unreachably close to him… it drove him mad… with love… and cruel desire…

…he always got a blanket and covered her when he found her sleeping on the sofa… carefully tugged her in… without waking her up… she slept like a log… little monsters need their healthy sleep… and then he went to bed as well in his room… in the middle of the night he got up and looked after her… finding still sound asleep… but in the morning he woke up with a little monster in his arms… she had evidently needed some body contact with him and crawled under his bed sheets…

…his heart was jumping with happiness… stroking her arm softly… ‘…have you slept well, baby…?’ ‘…hmmm…’ …only a kind of grunting and grumbling coming as a response… she was extremely sleepy in the morning… what a lovely darling she was… he loved her madly when she was his little sleepy-head… couldn’t just help but kiss her shoulder softly… causing no reaction… only another faint grumble, nothing more…

…the next night the same… she slept on the lounger and ended up lying in his bed… in his arms… he was deeply confused… and delighted… and special parts of his body were more delighted than they should have been each time he woke up with her snuggled against him as close as could be… it unsettled him… where should all this lead at…?

…then this fateful Friday night…

…she’d showed up unexpectedly at his place… he thought she was supposed to spend the weekend with her mother… but she’d changed her mind spontaneously… so they’d had some wine… first they’d been talking about this and that… then laughing and giggling… he hadn’t been aware how goofy his daughter could be… but then she returned to her silent melancholia again which he adored so much… before they went to sleep…

…when he had regained consciousness the next morning his blood ran cold… she was lying in his arms again… stark naked… one leg entwining his body… her head on his chest… he didn’t dare to move… a raging erection under his pjs pressing against her naked skin… he was feeling guilty and embarrassed… what if…? …but it was too late…

…g’morning daddy…

…oh, g’morning darling… I… er… please… excuse me, darling… I didn’t mean to… er…

…it’s okay, daddy… ya know daddy, I’m a little monster, aren’t I…?

…sure thing, baby… but what…?

…so little monsters must be protected by big monsters at night, right…?

…I like being protected by this big monster, daddy… hmmm…

…oh my god… poor, poor daddy… 😉

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