Virgin Daddy by afureteru

This was humiliating.

Here he was in a sterile white room surrounded by porn magazines. Beside him was a little plastic cup that was still empty. He was stalling. Was this the very best that he could do?

Yeah it was. As a twenty year old kid paying his own way through college, he was literally down to his last twenty dollar bill. Since his parents brought in a decent income, he wasn't eligible for financial aid even though they weren't giving him a cent. He had also goofed off a bit too much in high school to be eligible for scholarships.

He had signed up for the sperm donor program last year, and it had taken months to jump through all the medical hoops. The doctors were leery about allowing a college student join the program. Who knew what kind of sexual diseases and drugs he could be using to taint his body while partying on the weekends. The only reason they accepted him was because he was tall, handsome, smart, and completely virgin.

It wasn't as if girls had never approached him. They giggled and wanted to see if he had a date for the school dance or something, but he had never been interested in attending those events. Besides, he thought they just wanted some eye candy instead of getting to know him.

Although he had good looks, he was socially awkward. Being a wiz at programming wasn't good for your popularity. On top of that, girls made him particularly nervous. He hadn't found the right girl that he wanted to give his virginity to yet, but even if he did find her, he probably wouldn't have the guts to woo her into bed. The girl would have to take matters into her own hands. Actually, it thrilled him a bit to think about a girl taking his virginity against his will.

But that was all beside the point. He had to get down to business if he wanted food for next week. Resigning himself, he started jerking himself off while flipping through the pages of women dressed like school girls.

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Sometimes he thought about his potential child when he couldn't sleep at night. A few days after he had donated his sperm for the first time, he went back to the clinic to withdraw the sample. It wasn't until after the deed was done that he realized how much he wanted to be involved in his child's life. He could not in good conscience contribute to making a human being without ensuring that his child got all the love and care that she deserved. However, a woman had already received in-vitro fertilization using his sperm. The procedure did not usually work on the first try, but there was no way for him to know whether he had fathered a child or not.

Because of confidentiality issues, he couldn't find out the woman's name. Now twenty years on, he still could not forget about that day.

He had the inkling that if a child of his had been conceived, it would have been female. He fantasized about a little girl dressed in cute skirts that he would spoil rotten. Then once she became a teenager, he would have to jealously fend off any unworthy suitors—which was all of them. Eventually, she would grow up, spread her wings, and become independent. She would no longer need him for anything, and it saddened him that he might have missed such glorious years in her life.

While he frequently thought about his potential child, he could not wallow and obsess about it. He had immediately withdrawn from the donor program even though it meant that he would be short on cash. He bordered on starvation until he landed an internship at Actiontec, a computer software company, as a programmer. Not only was it a paycheck, but this was exactly the kind of career he was looking for. Since he was going to school full-time during the day, he had to spend nights at work.

He stuck with the company after graduation and quickly progressed to senior programmer. It was rewarding and paid well, but it often meant that he would stay at work long past quitting time to make a patch for a bug or two.

With such devotion to work, he soon found himself scared of women. His twenties had flown by without even going on dates more than a handful of times. As the years passed, it became increasingly absurd that he was still a virgin, but that was precisely what was preventing him from taking the plunge. He could imagine how women would ridicule him if they ever found out. By the time he was in his thirties, he had become very close friends with his right hand and saw no reason to venture into the unknown.

Now forty years old, he decided to adjust his work-life balance. He took a consulting role at the company so he would no longer be bogged down by the actual coding. The part-time position still paid enough to support his low-key lifestyle, allowing him to spend afternoons at the local coffee shop just observing people. It was a fun hobby, especially after the new semester started and the town was once again undulated with young pretty girls.

In particular, there was a cute brunette that came in every day at 3 o'clock. While waiting for her order, she would stare out the café window at people walking by on the street. Of course, this was the table that he always hoarded since it had the best views of the indoors and the outdoors.

Sometimes she stayed for a little while to work on her computer. She was very intense when she worked, and he didn't think she would notice his attention. Those were the best times to not only admire her body but also look at how cute she was with her brows furrowed in concentration.

He thought he had caught her staring at him once or twice, but she might have been looking at something that was behind him. He tried discreetly sneaking peeks of the girl's ass over the rim of the coffee cup while taking sips. She was rather beautiful in a girl-next-door manner with brunette hair and a sweet smile. Maybe that was why she seemed familiar to him.

However, she was not wearing her typical T-shirt and blue jeans combo today. She was in more formal business attire, looking far more sexy than cute. Since she could turn around any moment, he restrained himself from examining her too closely while she stood at the counter.

Ducking his head, he returned to typing on his laptop until a freshly steaming cup of coffee was plopped next to his already drained one. He looked up to see the alluring brunette from earlier. She was holding her own cup with her left hand and extending her right hand to him.

"Hello Mr. Whitlock. My name is Ana Murphy. I hope I am not intruding."

"Umm... Hello Ms. Murphy. Nice to meet you," he stumbled out while clasping her soft hand. "How do you know who I am?"

"Please call me Ana. I'm a new intern for Actiontec, and I have been assigned to be your assistant over the next semester."

"Oh really? I haven't heard anything about a new intern. Why didn't you get introduced when I was in the office earlier?" he asked. Luckily, they were only talking about work. He could keep himself calm and not drool all over her as long as he focused on work.

He was surprised that they would give him an intern considering he did not even work that much anymore. Still, Actiontec had a very strong internship program because of the university's close proximity. It was their strategy for getting the best programmers available that wanted to stay in this small Colorado town. Maybe they wanted to give interns exposure to a more high-level view of managing software development.

"Technically, I do not fully start until next week. I was brought in to get some paperwork filled out, and I learned that I was going to be working with you. I wanted to meet you, and they said that I could find you here. Since I was intending to come here anyway, I figured I would introduce myself," she explained. "I hope you don't mind. I bought you some coffee so we could talk a bit and get to know each other."

He reached for the coffee and took a sip. It tasted a bit off, but maybe she preferred a darker roast than he did. If the company wanted to stick him with an intern, he was grateful that they at least gave him a beautiful one. She definitely would not need to try hard to convince him to spend time with her. He smiled and gestured for her to sit down.

She sat down gracefully across the table, angled to the side slightly so she could cross her legs comfortably. Today, she was wearing a crisp white blouse, tight black pencil skirt, and black high heels. Despite her youth, she had an air of confidence and authority that was all the more striking when paired with the severe outfit. While he had managed to catch a few eyefuls of her lovely ass while she was waiting at the counter, he could now see an excellent pair of breasts peeking from the deep cut blouse.

After a moment, she had settled down and was looking at him expectantly. It was not until then that he realized that he was practically drooling over himself. He couldn't help it if he had a thing for young school girls.

"So... what's your major? Have you always lived here? Do you like the city?" he asked quickly to break the awkward silence.

"I'm majoring in computer engineering. I was born and raised in this town so it's very convenient to be able to attend university here as well. I don't think I could afford to go if I had to also pay for an apartment on top of tuition. It's been really hard to support myself since my mother passed away shortly after I graduated high school..."

She trailed off and tilted her head down, causing her hair like a curtain to cover her face. He couldn't help but reach out to her so he could comfort her. He stopped himself short of physical contact and covered up his impulsive action by grabbing the cup for another swig.

Even though she had seemed aloof in the beginning, he was surprised and pleased to learn that she was not hard-hearted. Perhaps she had adopted the forceful façade to shield her heart. His protective instincts flared and pushed aside his sexual arousal.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he said softly. "What happened to your father? He should be supporting you while you're still so young."

"I never knew my father. My mother raised me by herself. Luckily, she had the house paid off so I still have a roof over my head. This internship is really important to me because it means I can finally stop eating just beans and rice," she murmured.

He found himself nodding along to her pitiful story. Although his parents did not die early, he had struggled to support himself years ago. "I know how it feels to be a poor college student trying to support yourself. I was in a similar situation except my parents just didn't want to chip in. I'm glad that you found Actiontec though because the company opened the door for me to succeed."

Perhaps he was becoming too emotionally invested in Ana's story since it mirrored his so well. In all his years, he had never met a woman that shared so much common ground with him. It was delightful to find such a prospect, but their age difference would never allow relationship to materialize. All these feelings were draining because his body started feeling oddly languid. He guzzled down the rest of the coffee hoping to perk up and started packing up his computer.

"Ana, I'm sorry that I can't stay longer, but I do not feel very well. It was very nice to meet you, and I look forward to—"

He had tried to stand up and shake her hand again, but as he got on his feet, he felt very dizzy. Swaying momentarily, he was about to fall on the floor if it were not for Ana taking his hand to stabilize him.

"Oh... thank you," he managed to drag out. He had to grasp the table edge to keep his body upright because his legs were threatening to give out any moment. Whatever was wrong with him, it was taking hold of his entire body. He glanced at the exit all the way on the other side of the room. There was no way he could walk that far in his current condition.

Resigning himself to the fact that he was going nowhere, he collapsed onto his seat. He smiled weakly at Ana and said, "Don't worry about me. I think my legs were just asleep."

"Are you all right? I don't believe explanation for a second," she said as she held the back of her hand against his forehead. "You don't seem like you have a fever, but maybe I should take you to the hospital just in case. You were fine when we started talking twenty minutes ago."

"No, trust me. I'm fine... What are you doing?" he exclaimed as she hauled him off the seat. She wrapped his left arm over her shoulders and was holding his waist with her right arm to steady him. Even though he had wanted to resist her help, his body had become too weak and sluggish. People in the café watched their progression intently but did not intervene since Ana seemed to be in control of the situation.

Surprisingly, she was able to help him limp out the door even though he was bigger than she was. She directed him towards a red car parked near the café entrance and deposited him in the passenger side seat. After running back in to retrieve his laptop and backpack, she fired up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. His head lolled to the side to watch the scenery fly by outside the window. The streets became more fully lined with trees as they left the downtown area of the city.

"Ana, where are we going? Aren't you heading to the hospital downtown?" he slurred out. Internally, his mental alarm bells were ringing. Here he was incapacitated in a stranger's car heading to some place unknown. Now that he thought about it, the circumstances of their meeting were disconcerting. His company normally had very open communication, so they would have alerted him of any new intern far in advance. The coffee she had brought him had tasted off.

Then all the pieces clicked in place. He had been drugged and kidnapped. Those were his last thoughts before he slipped unconscious.

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When he woke, he found himself lying on a small twin-sized bed with a handmade quilt. The room's wallpaper was pink and white with a flower and ribbon pattern. Stuffed animals lined the shelves and top of the piano. This would be the type of room that his daughter would have. The only problem was that he was naked and tied to the bed's four posts in a spread eagled position.

He wanted to shout for help, but that would only serve to alert his captor. Breathing deeply, he tried to remember how he got here. The last clear memory that he had was entering his usual café after working a couple of hours in the morning. He remembered chatting with a woman, but everything else eluded him.

First, he tested the rope that bound him. The knotted cuffs on his wrists had no slack for squeezing his hands out. Despite the small bed, his hands were kept too far apart to work together. The knots were stacked onto each other, creating a tangled hard ball of rope that would be impossible to undo with only one hand. When he pulled slowly on the posts, he did not hear any creaking signaling weak wood. This was good because he could try to gently pull against the post to stretch out the rope and create slack.

Second, he needed to find a way to quietly slip away. While he worked on his bonds, he thoroughly analyzed the room. The curtains were drawn tightly over the window so it was impossible to tell the time of day or how high off the ground the room was. However, the curtains were exceptionally long, spanning almost floor to ceiling. They would be long enough for a second story escape.

Third, he needed to find his clothes and computer. He wanted to avoid streaking through the town if at all possible, and his computer held proprietary information. Scanning the room again, he couldn't see where they were. Anyway, he wasn't going to get far because the bedroom door swung open that moment.

A young woman walked in dressed in a tank top and Hello Kitty pajama bottoms. She carried a tray of cookies with two glasses filled to the brim with milk. Setting the tray on the bedside table, she sat down beside him and smiled.

"I see you've woken up, Daddy. Did you have a good rest? I brought us a midnight snack. Want one? They're freshly baked," she offered, holding a chocolate chip cookie in front of his mouth. When he refused to open his mouth, she shrugged, "I guess I can't blame you for being a bit suspicious. I promise I didn't drug them or anything. See?" She took a sip of the milk before dunking a cookie and taking a bite. "Mmm, yummy!" she exclaimed and proceeded to drain her glass and consume several more cookies.

He stared at the woman in awe. She was as childish as this bedroom, which he now assumed was hers. Perhaps she was the woman he was talking to at the coffee shop; she seemed familiar even though he did not remember her face. If that was the case and her comment about drugs was true, then she was also his captor. And why did she call him "Daddy?"

They stared awkwardly at each other for several minutes before she frowned at his prolonged silence. "I know you can talk because it's been over eight hours since you consumed the roofie. The effects should be completely gone. I wanted you to be able to fully enjoy our first time." Her voice went hard for a moment but returned to the upbeat tone she started with. Clearly, she was a woman capable of malicious things, but she also had an odd soft spot for him. Since he was at her mercy, he decided to play along for at least a little bit.

"Who are you?" he asked. That was as good of a start as any. His light-hearted side could almost pass this off as the first step to any typical date although the eventual outcome would be his rape rather than anything consensual. In a way, this was the fulfillment of his long-held rape fantasy. His cock twitched at the thought. He sternly reprimanded his traitorous body and hoped that she had not noticed his reaction.

She looked thoughtful for a while, as if contemplating the best way to explain. Then, she pulled the quilt from underneath him and used it to cover both of them while she cuddled up next to him.

"I'm your daughter, Daddy. Remember that one sperm donation clinic near the university? You donated there about twenty years ago. My mother never told me who you were or where you were. When she was terminally ill with leukemia, she finally told me about the donor sperm she used to conceive me. I couldn't hate her for not wanting a man interfering with her life because she did enough parenting for two people."

He almost wished that his hands were free just so he could rub her back. She seemed quite distraught when she spoke of her mother's passing. She had nuzzled her head into the crook of his shoulder and had thrown an arm over his chest while telling her story. Clearly, she loved her, and he wished that he could have met the mother of his child. He didn't even think to deny paternity. His heart reached out to her despite all the things she had done to him up until now. Whatever would happen between them, he swore that he would live up to his parental obligations.

"After Mother passed away, I wanted to find you. I visited the clinic and asked for your information. Although I was already eighteen, I think the nurse felt sorry for me considering I was an orphan. She told me your name but couldn't tell me any other details. I did some investigating, and it was easy to discover that you worked for Actiontec. But when I saw your picture on the website, I was amazed at how handsome you were."

"I always had a bit of a crush on my daddy. I imagined that he would spoil me rotten because I was his special little girl. I also wanted to please my daddy in a special way too."

She whispered the last part into his ear while cupping his balls in her hand. He gasped at the new contact. Squeezing firmly but gently, she massaged his balls until his cock started to harden. No matter how he tried to stop his arousal, his body wouldn't listen. After so many years, there was no way his body was going to turn down a willing sexy girl like this even if she was his daughter. 

"I found out that you frequented that café quite often, so I started going there as well. At first, I was shy because I thought you might reject me. Then, I noticed how you were checking out my body when you thought I wasn't looking. You never approached me though," she said while pouting.

It wasn't that he had never considered approaching her. He wanted to, but he probably would have stuttered and stammered into making a fool of himself. He didn't want to admit that he had no experience with women.

"Why didn't you just introduce yourself like a normal person? There was no reason for you to lie about being an intern and then drug me. I'm not some jerk who would abandon his biological child if she were in need," he said indignantly. He was still refusing to admit that he had any attraction to her. It would have been better if she never told him that she was his daughter. Now that he knew, he couldn't pretend that it was okay.

"Don't pretend that you don't want this. I know that you've been a very naughty, Daddy. It seems I inherited my knack for computers from you. The café wi-fi was easy to hack into and eavesdrop on the stuff you were looking at. Reading dirty daddy-daughter stories in public, tsk tsk," she said, slapping his balls a few times as a light reprimand. "I also noticed that there were quite a few rape stories you were reading. How do you explain that?"

His mouth dropped open. His daughter was proving time and again that she should not be trifled with. No wonder she worked so diligently when she stayed at the café. Of course she knew which days to hack in because he used a personal computer those days. He had never thought to try hard to hide the random surfing. Few people visited the place, and he never did anything with private information on a public network. However, when email notifications came in his spare email for new story postings, he would always open up the story and skim to see if it was worth fully reading later at home.

Ana decided to take advantage of his shock to finally get down to business. Climbing on top of him, she straddled his hips and swooped down to kiss him hard. She held his face with both hands so he could not turn away. His mouth was still open when their lips met, allowing her tongue easy access.

For a moment, he didn't know how to react. Should he try to resist and bite her tongue? No, he decided. He could not hurt his little girl like that, and he was in no condition to resist her successfully anyway. Besides, if he was going to give his virginity to someone, there was no one more special or deserving than his daughter.

Her tongue was warm, wet, and probing, flicking repeatedly up against his tongue. Tentatively, he slid his tongue forward to meet hers. Their tongues intertwined and dueled, but Ana was always in control.

When they parted, they were both breathless. He was a bit dazed by the passion and the novelty. It had been many years since he had even kissed a woman. When Ana sat back on her knees, his cock was pressed up between her legs.

"Oh, what is this?" she said innocently as she ground herself on him. He groaned from the intense heat and friction on his length. As she continued grinding, her pajama bottoms became wet from both his precum and her juices. Then, Ana reached behind her and started slapping his balls as well. He couldn't hold himself back anymore and spurted on her wet crotch.

"Eww, Daddy! Look what you did to my favorite pants!" She quickly jumped off the bed and took off the dirty pants. Kicking it to the side, she also slipped off her tank top revealing her wonderful perky breasts. The nipples immediately hardened in the cooler air, forming stiff peaks. When Ana noticed where his eyes were transfixed, she cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and pinched her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as she rubbed her nipples back and forth.

Although he had just came, his cock was hardening again while watching her show. He was disappointed that he had finished so quickly the first time, but now he was more prepared to please his little girl. Judging from his daughter's penchant for drugs, he would not be surprised if she had given him some Viagra just in case he would not cooperate. She didn't need to be worried because no one could resist her body.

Her face was flushed by the time she let one hand drift down between her legs to rub her clit. When she brought it back up, her fingers glistened with her juices. She sucked each finger clean like it was honey. He unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation.

She did not keep him waiting for long. Stalking over to the bed, she climbed onto the bed and up above his shoulders. She positioned her wet pussy right in front of his face while facing the wall. The tip of his nose was touching the hood of her cleft, and her trimmed hair tickled. Her musky scent filled the air. Grabbing the hair on the back of his head, she pressed his mouth hard up against her clit and held him firmly in place.

Now he could hardly breathe. He was sure that she would not let up until she was satisfied, so he had to work quickly. First, he lapped at her clit with long upward flicks of his tongue. His first taste of a woman's juices was delicious. She was sweet and a little bit salty. She made delightful moans as she thrust her hips in rhythm with his tongue. Then, he started sucking on her clit, nipping lightly at the hard bud and eliciting gasps from her as well. Her juices were flowing freely and rubbing onto his chin.

His hands strained against his bonds, wanting to touch every inch of her body. The smooth skin of her thighs rubbed his cheeks as she settled in with his head locked between her legs. She only used his hair as a way to maneuvered him between her pussy and her clit as well as direct how hard she wanted it. She would even pull his hair hard to make him moan, enjoying the light vibrations.

After a couple of minutes, she finally took pity on him and released his hair. His head fell back onto the pillow as he gasped for air. Her scent was still the only thing he could smell, and he felt like he was drowning in her. The way she looked down at him made him feel very submissive.

Although she had taken what she wanted up until now, she had tried to make him willingly cooperate. But by literally taking his breath away, she flaunted her control over him. And he loved it. His cock was weeping from precum, forming a sticky pool in his pubic hair. As much as he wanted to be buried in her pussy, he was determined to make her cum at least once first.

Once he had caught his breath, he dove back into her depths again with his tongue. This time, he targeted her wet hole, pushing in as far as his tongue could go. He swirled his tongue inside and tried to lick up all of her honey. Her grinding became more intense, and the pace quickened. Soon, he was franticly licking and sucking on her clit as her moans grew louder.

"Oh, Daddy! I'm going to cum," she gasped out only moments before a rush of cum flooded his mouth. He was overwhelmed by her release and allowed some of it to leak out of his mouth. He still swallowed a good mouthful of her nectar, pleased with his accomplishment. Now at least the score was one-to-one.

Ana looked somewhat dazed in her post-orgasmic high as she left her perch on his face. She slid down beside him and resumed their earlier cuddling position. Sighing happily, she leaned up to kiss him deeply. She even licked up the few trickles of cum that he had running down his chin.

Idly, she started rubbing the tip of his cock with her thumb, spreading his precum all over the head. She then cradled the head in the palm of her hand, and soon her hand was also very slick. Her ministrations were providing the barest friction, but on such a sensitive area, it drove him crazy. He tried to thrust up into her hand to simulate jerking off, but she only focused on the tip. Precum leaked out even more, providing more than enough lubrication. He started panting as his sensitivity increased.

She became more enthralled as she continued. She rested between his spread legs so she could use both hands. Her right one was still rubbing his cock while her left started massaging and cupping his balls. They were full and tight again after their earlier release. He wasn't sure how long he could handle all this teasing.

"Please, Princess," he begged, "I can't hold on much longer." She seemed a bit startled by the pet name that he used, but he had always imagined his daughter was his special little princess. At the very least, she had stopped teasing him, and the tightness in his balls eased.

"I don't know, Daddy. I think you need to be punished for ruining my pajamas earlier," she said in a childish tone. He groaned and closed his eyes, thinking of what wicked things she would do to him. Instead, he was shocked to feel her soft lips wrap around his cock.

She started off with light sucking on the tip. He could have never imagined how wonderful it felt in her warm moist mouth. But he knew he was in for a real punishment when she scraped her teeth lightly over his skin. The sharp point of her canines prodded at his spongy flesh. He could not help shouting out when she finally bit down fully on his cock. She cooed in delight and lapped at the bite marks that appeared. The bite had been painful, but it was more than balanced by the pleasure he was receiving.

Gradually, she started swallowing more of his length into her mouth. Her tongue would run up and down the underside of his cock and swirl around the tip. The pressure in his balls started building again. Surely, she could feel it too as she fondled his balls. She just seemed to know when he was approaching orgasm because she would always back off, returning to only light sucking. This was the ultimate torture: being constantly held on edge.

He thrashed against his bonds, trying to find release, both bodily and sexually. His earlier attempt to ask for mercy had gotten him out of the frying pan and into the fire. He gazed down at his daughter who was now licking his cock like a lollipop. How could he have fathered such a devilish daughter?

Ana had caught him looking at her and held his gaze as she climbed up towards him. Settling down with her legs straddling his hips, she leaned up and kissed him softly.

"Okay, Daddy. I forgive you now," she said. He was relieved to learn that one ordeal was over, but obviously another one would be coming. She wiggled her hips suggestively, and he knew that the time had come. Based on her impressive skills so far, he was pretty sure that she wasn't a virgin. However, he wanted this to be special for both of them, not just himself.

"Wait, honey, I want to tell you something. I'm sorry I was able to be with you until now, but I do want you to know that I have always loved you. I think you're very special, and I am happy that the one taking my virginity is you."

He knew that what he was saying was crazy considering how she had forced her way into his life, but it was the truth. Ana seemed genuinely shocked by his declaration. She clearly had not learned about that tidbit in her research. Sensing her disbelief, he kissed her lips and poured his emotions into the act.

They kissed passionately with tongues dueling, and then, he slid home. Ana had lowered herself onto his cock and taken his virginity. Her pussy felt even more incredible than her mouth had, and she was squeezing him so tightly that he didn't dare move lest he hurt his princess. She sat back on her perch and smirked in a self-satisfied way.

He let out a shuddering sigh and said, "Are you okay, Princess? I don't want to move and hurt you. You're way too tight."

"Oh, I'm fine. Better than fine," she chirped, squeezing his cock even tighter just to emphasize. "I love you too, Daddy." And with that, she started riding him. Slowly at first, she rocked back and forth, using his shoulders for leverage.

He thrust with her in rhythm to the extent possible, but he had to keep control over his orgasm. Although he had been teased endlessly, he didn't want to be a two pump chump. Even though he tried to curb her enthusiasm by slowing down, she kept at her ever-increasing pace. Soon, she was slamming down hard on his cock and rolling her hips to grind her clit on him. Her moans grew louder and more frequent as well. The knowledge that he was pleasuring her only increased his arousal.

Then, her pussy started convulsing, squeezing him hard as she did a final deep thrust. He couldn't hold back anymore and let out the torrent of cum that had built up. When he recovered, he felt a pool of Ana's cum on his stomach, and it was dripping down his side and thighs. She had collapsed onto his chest and was mewing happily. He wanted to rest and cuddle with her, but then he noticed how he was still as hard as he was before he came.

Tentatively, he thrust himself gently in and out to test her reaction. She remained on his chest, but she tilted her head up to look at him. "Yes, Daddy? Ready for round two already?" she asked in an innocent tone. He raised an eyebrow to show that he didn't believe her act for one second. He probably would be stuck with an erection for a long time to come. He might as well make the best of it.

"Princess, would you please untie my hands? I want to touch you and make you feel good," he asked. He didn't think she would agree, but she leaned over to grab a pair of scissors from the bedside table drawer. The moment she snipped away the final rope on his wrists, he took her face into his hands and kissed her. He took the scissors from her hand and put it safely away on the table before he got down to business. It was his turn to ravish her.

He ran his hands up the smooth expanse of her back, reaching her nape and using it to bring her neck to his mouth for a feast. Kissing up her jawline, he nibbled on her earlobe before trailing kisses down the side of her neck. At the junction between her neck and shoulder, he nipped her gently and sucked at the bite mark. He allowed his actions to be dictated by her moans, paying particular attention when he found a sensitive spot.

Moving on from her neck, he drifted down to her succulent breasts. He sucked on one nipple while massaging the other breast with his hand. She had a sweet taste, and it was even sweeter when she cradled his head against her breast and allowed him to suckle freely.

In this lull period, his mind wandered, thinking what her breast milk might taste like. What if he actually made her pregnant? His cock was still plugging his cum inside her pussy. For a moment, his pulse quickened in panic as his mind raced through possible repercussions. She seemed to notice his distress and petted his hair to calm him down.

"Don't worry, Daddy. I want to get pregnant with your child. It will be our naughty little secret, and no one needs to know," she reassured him. "I planned to meet you tonight because I knew I would be very fertile. But if I don't get pregnant tonight, then we can have a lot more fun trying until I do." He was still skeptical of the idea, but he couldn't take it back now even if he wanted to. Still, his little princess might be turning a bit too coy.

"You're such a naughty little girl," he whispered in her ear. He held her hips firmly in place while thrusting hard into her. "Making your daddy impregnate you." He accented the statement with a slap on her ass. She gasped at the impact, but the expression on her face showed that she loved the role reversal.

They kissed as he pounded her pussy. She was bouncing so hard that her butt cheeks were making a smacking sound every time she came down. He still held her hips with one of his hands to keep their rhythm, but the other hand was between her wet lips, rubbing her hard clit. They fucked with abandon as their orgasms built up.

"Here it comes, sweetie," he called out as he came again inside her. He pinched and pulled on her clit at the same time to send her into orgasm as well. They collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting to regain their breath. He thought he would have to spend a lot of time making up for his absence, but he imagined that it would be just as enjoyable as tonight.