Wrecking My Sleeping Daughter’s Holes

A Dad/Daughter SOMNO 7-Story Collection

T. A. BEAU

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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#1: Tasting My Knocked-Out Daughter After Watching Super Bowl Live4

#2: Gaping My Drugged Daughter’s Holes in My Sex Dungeon When She Visits20

#3: My Daughter’s Surprise Kinky Request35

#4: Immobilizing My Cheerleader Daughter With A Sleeping Drug I Created55

#5: Breeding My Sleeping Daughter After She Accidentally Sent A Naughty Video74

#6: Anal Punishing My Bratty Sleeping Daughter On Vacation91

#7: Hardcore Double Anal Punishment For My Asleep Daughter for Stripping106

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#1: Tasting My Knocked-Out Daughter After Watching Super Bowl Live

A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with Somno, humiliating kink, cum eating.

WORD COUNT: 4000 words

BLURB

Ava joins me to watch the Super Bowl live and all I can think about is how she’ll feel wrapped around my cock. And when my team wins, there’s no better reason to celebrate some more once we get back to the hotel room. Spiked wine and I can finish the night on a high note.

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The roar of the crowd swells around us, shaking the very seats we sit in, but I barely hear it. Not when Ava is next to me, her blue eyes bright with the reflection of the massive screens above the field. She tugs her coat tighter around her, curls bouncing as she shifts in her seat. I should be paying attention to the game-hell, this is the Super Bowl-but I find myself more interested in watching her than the action on the field.

She’s not a sports fan. I’ve known since she was a child and she made it doubly clear when I first mentioned the tickets. “I don’t really get football,” she had said with a little shrug, “but I’ll come with you.” The words alone were nothing special, but the way she had looked at me, head tilted, that easy smile playing on her lips-I knew she meant it. She wanted to be here for me. And that does something to me.

It doesn’t matter that she’s my daughter. We just… we have a special bond. She might not know it just yet, but she will.

Now, as the game unfolds in front of us, she leans forward, elbows on her knees, squinting at the field like she’s trying to make sense of it all. “So… they just keep running at each other until someone scores?” she asks.

I chuckle. “More or less.”

She hums, nodding slowly. “Seems a little inefficient.”

God, she’s funny without even trying. I rest my arm along the back of her seat, not quite touching her, but close enough to feel her warmth. Every now and then, she glances over at me as if making sure I’m enjoying myself. I am. But not because of the game.

When halftime rolls around, she finally perks up. “Okay, this I can get behind,” she says, straightening. The stage is being set up in record time, crew members darting across the field, transforming it into something fit for the kind of performance only the Super Bowl can deliver. “Did I tell you I saw her in concert when I was seventeen?”

She’s talking about the singer performing. I shake my head. “You didn’t.” I should be asking when the hell she snuck out to go to a concert at 17. Where was I? Where was her mother?

But none of that matters to me right now.

“It was amazing. My friend and I camped out for tickets. It was this whole thing.” Her eyes shine with the memory. They did what for tickets? “She was everything. And now we’re about to see her live again. That’s kind of crazy, right?”

I manage to smile, caught up in her excitement. “Yeah, crazy.” I don’t want to be a strict dad right now. I’m just a dad spending time with his daughter.

…while periodically thinking about how it would feel to fuck her.

The lights dim, and the stadium vibrates with anticipation. Ava bounces in her seat, her knee brushing against mine. Then the music starts, and she lets out a delighted laugh.

For the next fifteen minutes, she’s completely in her element. She sings along, moves to the rhythm, and when the camera zooms in on the singer, Ava clutches my arm, giddy. “She hasn’t aged a day. Look at her!”

I look, but only for a second. Because I’d rather look at Ava.

By the time the second half of the game starts, she’s calmed down but still humming one of the songs under her breath. She tilts her head toward me. “I get why people come to these things now.”

“Because of the football?” I tease.

She grins. “Because of the experience.”

And God, I get it. Because that’s exactly what this is-an experience. But not just because of where we are. It’s because of her.

***

The game ends, and the crowd spills out into the streets, buzzing with energy. Ava and I weave through the chaos, laughing at the drunk, overly enthusiastic fans yelling victory chants into the night. It’s electric, the kind of night that feels endless, where the possibilities stretch wide and open.

By the time we reach our hotel, we’re not alone. A handful of people we met at the event are staying here, too, and we all pile into the elevator together. Ava steps in front of me, the space tight, bodies pressing close. She’s so close that I can feel her warmth through her dress, her coat now slung over one arm. The soft curves of her body press against me, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

The ride up is endless. Every little shift, every movement, I feel her against me. It’s torture, the kind of slow, aching torment I don’t even try to escape from. Because God help me, I like it.

The doors finally open, and we step out into the quiet hallway.

She turns to me, completely unaware of the effect she has on me. “That was so fun,” she says, unlocking her door. “My friends are gonna lose their minds when they see my snaps.”

I follow her inside, shrugging off my coat. “They didn’t believe you’d actually come?”

She shakes her head, laughing. “Nope. They think I hate sports too much to sit through an entire game.”

“You do hate sports.”

She lifts a finger. “Correction… I hate watching sports alone, Dad. Big difference.”

I pour us each a glass of wine from the bottle the hotel left for us. “So you’re saying if I take you to another game, you won’t complain?”

She takes her glass, swirling the liquid. “Depends. Will there be another concert?”

I smirk. “I’ll see what I can do.”

We clink glasses and drink, the bubbles fizzing against my lips. She sets hers down and suddenly spins on her heel. “Okay, I need to burn off some of this energy.” She grabs my hand, tugging me forward. “Come on, old man. Dance with me.”

I chuckle. “You’re still hyped up, huh?”

“Of course I am! I just saw a legend perform.” She moves to the music playing faintly from the hotel’s speakers, swaying, twirling. Her curls bounce as she laughs, and then she pulls me in.

I let her lead, letting her joy dictate the movement. It’s easy with her. Everything is easy with her.

After a while, she stops, catching her breath. “Okay, okay, I think I’m finally winding down.” She stifles a yawn. “We should get some sleep.”

She says it so simply, completely unaware of how badly I want to kiss her right now.

But I don’t.

Partly because it’s wrong and inappropriate.

Partly because the nightcap I slipped in her wine hasn’t taken effect just yet.

I walk towards the connecting door between our rooms as if I’m really leaving, but all I do is stand there with my hand on the doorknob. I watch as she sighs and drops her wine glass on the bedside table before flopping onto the bed. She doesn’t even change clothes or makes sure she’s resting on a pillow.

A smirk crawls across my face. Perfect.

I cautiously step closer. The music isn’t turned off, just low, and the hum of the city outside is a distant murmur. Ava looks beautiful even like this, eyes closed and lips slightly opened as puffs of breath escape. I watch her for a moment, the way her chest rises and falls.

Her lips are so inviting.

My heart pounds as I move to the edge of the bed, kneeling beside her, my eyes tracing the curve of her body. Her dress is really light, which explains why a coat was necessary. I reach out, my fingers brushing against her thigh, and she shifts slightly but doesn’t wake.

I’m going to take my time, I think, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her stomach. Her skin is warm, and I can feel the faint tremor of her breath beneath my lips. I trail kisses down her body, savoring the taste of her, the way she smells-sweet and earthy, like everything I’ve ever wanted.

When my lips reach the edge of her panties, I pause, glancing up at her face. She’s still asleep, her expression peaceful. I hook my fingers into the fabric and gently pull it down her legs, tossing it aside. She’s bare now, exposed, and I can’t help but stare, my throat tightening with desire. She’s perfect, every inch of her, and I want to worship her in a way no one else ever has.

I lower my head again, my breath hot against her skin, and she sighs softly, her body instinctively arching toward me. I run my tongue along her folds, slow and deliberate, and she moans softly in her sleep. God, she’s so responsive. My pulse quickens. I continue to tease her pussy, licking and sucking, until she’s wet and trembling, her hips moving ever so slightly against my mouth.

I lift my head, my lips damp with her desire, and I watch her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. She’s still asleep, but her body is alive, reacting to me in ways that make my chest ache with need. I kiss her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, my hands roaming over her, memorizing every curve.

I squeeze Ava’s pretty tits tenderly at first, then roughly, as if they’re stress balls. I catch her nipples between my fingers, pinching and tugging them, trying to provoke some kind of reaction.

My efforts are mostly wasted. Ava is still deep asleep. Her mouth hangs open as she lets out soft little moans and whimpers at my probing assault.

Words tumble out of my mouth uncontrollably, spurred on by some irrational desire from the blackest part of my heart.

“Are you just going to let me do this to you?” I drop my voice to a whisper. “You should have woken up by now. Anyone else would have, being touched so roughly. Why are you still asleep?”

Surely, the nightcap couldn’t be that strong.

I twist Ava’s nipples viciously. She shivers with delight.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? That’s pathetic,” I say eagerly. “You’re actually enjoying being helpless. Being used for pleasure in your sleep, like… like an object.”

Ava lets out a throaty moan. I imagine that Ava heard me and is agreeing with vocal enthusiasm.

In fact…

I straddle Ava, drawing one hand away from assaulting her chest and cup the back of her head.

“You like being used in your sleep, don’t you, Ava?”

I force Ava to nod her head. Her moan turns into a weak gasp from the movement.

“That’s what I thought. How depraved. Do you want me to go further? Do you want me to fuck you in your sleep, Ava?”

I force her to nod again. A blush comes to her cheeks, almost as if she really can hear me.

“What a needy little slut.” I let go of her head and let it loll back against the headrest, and I shove my fingers between Ava’s legs. “You’re just a slave to your desires, and you can’t even defend yourself.”

You’re one to talk, I think to myself, but the thought is quickly dismissed.

Ava whimpers desperately. I feel the way she clenches around my fingers as they ruthlessly jackhammer in and out of her pussy. My technique is clumsy, especially in this position, but Ava is still soaking wet regardless, and it isn’t like she’s awake to complain.

A wave of shame hits me for taking advantage of my own daughter like this, but then Ava moans like a whore as my fingers hit just the right spot and all I can think about is how fucking pretty Ava looks when she’s asleep and how badly I need to cum, right fucking now.

I release her breast-which is now red and raw from my violent attention-to take my slacks and briefs off and grind my cock against her thighs.

I start humping her leg like a beast in heat, completely devoid of all higher intelligence and just as much a slave to my desires as Ava.

Except my desires mean I’m the one in control, and Ava is the one helpless beneath me.

I groan as I pepper hot, sloppy kisses against Ava’s vulnerable neck. I continue to taunt her in between breaths I have a sudden difficulty in taking.

“I’ve been thinking of you- for this entire- year,” I growl. “I thought- at first- that this was never going to happen. That I would- have to find- a- a girl who looks like you- and just fuck her instead.”

I let out a sharp bark of laughter. “What a joke. I had it- backwards. I can do what I want with you. You’re- the- one- who wants to be- overpowered. Isn’t that right?”

Ava lets out a long, wailing moan of pleasure in her sleep.”Yeeeeeesss…!”

I start to hump Ava’s leg ever faster, pistoning and curling my fingers even more aggressively as if I can fuck the answer out of her.

“Ava,” I murmur, filled with lust. “Ava, baby, you’re so-sexy.”

She tosses and turns as I assault her, repeating herself fitfully, “yes, yes” over and over. I don’t understand how her mind can make this a pleasurable experience, but it’s not something I need to worry about.

From now on, whenever Ava falls asleep, her body will be conditioned to accept anything that happens to her without rousing her from sleep. I can wait until she closes her eyes and pounce, doing whatever I want to her defenseless body, no nightcap needed.

To her beautiful, slender, porcelain body, to her marble skin, to the delicate, easily bruised joints of her wrists and neck, to the soft fat of her thigh, so fucking soft… I could fuck her beautiful body over and over again and she’d sleep right through it.

There’s a jolt in my cock cunt as my orgasm washes over me.

I try to ride through it by continuing to hump Ava’s leg, spreading my cum all over that beautiful skin until it’s slick and wet. I bury my face against Ava’s chest and moan as my hips pump and pump and pump.

Eventually, I’m tired enough that I no longer feel the burning urge to have Ava’s flesh underneath me, and I stop fucking her thighs.

I keep my head buried against her chest and sigh. I listen to the sound of her breathing-not as labored as mine, but far heavier than when she had been peacefully resting.

I realize that Ava hasn’t cum yet. Embarrassment roils in my stomach at the notion that I had cum before the woman who is sleeping limp and pliable beneath me.

“Just as well,” I say with a sigh. “It’d be bad to have you waking up all of a sudden.”

I sit upright to look at Ava’s face. Her head is still lying on the bed, hair artistically tousled and skin now shining with a layer of sweat, red in the places where I had violently kissed and groped her. Still asleep, of course. Still beautiful.

I take a moment to appreciate the aftermath of my hard work. I shift on her thigh, slippery with my cum.

Oh. I grin as I realize that I don’t have to be finished with Ava just yet.

“Looks like I got you all dirty,” I coo with false sweetness. “Allow me to clean you up, you filthy little plaything.”

Carefully, I slide off of Ava’s body and kneel on the floor. I lower my head and pressed my lips against that soft, slick thigh. I drag my tongue along warm skin, gliding over the salty, lightly sour taste of my own juices. Ava moans desperately.

I chuckle. “You really are helpless. I was just going to clean up the evidence, but since you obviously want this so badly, maybe I’ll steal a taste of something sweeter, too.”

Ava doesn’t respond, except to pant heavily and toss and turn in her bed.

I continue lavishing her, continuing to lick and trace circles on her skin with the tip of my tongue long after I’ve lapped up the aftermath of my orgasm. The wetness on her thigh is more spit than cum now, leaving only the tantalizing wetness between Ava’s legs again.

I push myself further up the seat, dragging my tongue along the inside of Ava’s thigh until I’m tortuously close to her pussy. Her panties are still pulled down awkwardly, leaving her cunt completely exposed. She’s wet and open from my earlier efforts.

I shove my face in there without delay. I’m immediately overpowered by the warmth and the scent of Ava’s pussy again. It’s enough to make my eyes water and my mouth salivate as I resume eating her out like my life depended on it.

I use one of my hands to keep her hips pinned against the bed as she bucks and heaves under my hungry mouth.

I bury the other in the mound of Ava’s pubic hair-fuck, even her bush is wispy and soft. I rub my palm against Ava’s crotch, sticking out my thumb to press against her clit. I’m more gentle than I had been with her nipples, but only because my tongue is doing so much work already.

Ava’s cunt squeezes and shifts as she tries to clamp down on my tongue. It’s an awkward fit, given that my tongue isn’t enough to fill her hole on its own. I pull my hand away from Ava’s hip to slide two fingers into her cunt, and she immediately starts trying to fuck my face.

I don’t mind in the slightest. It should’ve been unpleasant, but it feels incredible.

I lap eagerly as Ava thrusts her wet cunt into my mouth and curl my fingers with as much strength as I can manage. Ava bucks her hips with a surprising amount of energy for someone still asleep. She moans as I increase my own efforts to match, louder and higher-pitched until she finally, finally comes..!

Ava clamps her thighs around me and shouts, “Daddy!”

I freeze. Even as her pussy rhythmically squeezes around my tongue and her cum pours into my open mouth, I don’t move.

I glance up. Ava’s face is twisted into a deeply pleasured, deeply exhausted expression. Her eyes are closed in boneless, relaxed bliss.

She’s still asleep. I’m relieved.

When I finally move up to her face, I brush her hair back, my fingers tracing her jawline. Her lips part slightly, and I lean in, kissing her softly at first, then deeper, my tongue slipping into her mouth. She responds instinctively, her tongue brushing against mine, and I feel a sharp bolt of arousal shoot through me.

I wonder if she knows how good she tastes. If the flavor on my tongue is familiar to her.

I pull back, my breath ragged, and glance down at her. She’s still asleep, her face flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses.

I can’t wait any longer, I think, my cock aching with need.

I take my almost painfully hard cock into my hands. I tap the head against Ava’s slack lips. They’re so warm and soft. In her sleep, she sniffles, but doesn’t move at all.

Slowly, I guide myself into her mouth. It’s so hot and wet, and Ava’s tongue flutters against the base. I swear under my breath, thread my hands through Ava’s hair, and guide her, careful not to push too deep.

As I fuck her mouth, I get more confident. Ava has barely stirred at all. I start to force her to take more, grinding my hips up into her mouth so that I can feel the back of her throat fluttering around my cock. This is the point where she whines a little and furrows his brow, but she still remains adrift.

I glance down to see that Ava’s nipples have hardened.

She must be dreaming of me, I think smugly, because even when asleep, she must like to be used.

It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to crest. I won’t come inside her, too concerned with choking her, so at the last moment, I pull out and come on her chest.

“I love you,” I whisper into her hair, my voice barely audible. She stirs, her eyelids fluttering, but she doesn’t fully wake.

I consider tucking my cock back into my pants and returning to my room, but that’s when I really see the view from Ava’s room. The stadium below, the city lights stretching out endlessly… It’s amazing.

And it gives me an idea.

I use my briefs to wipe my cum off her chest before tossing it aside. Then, I slide my arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly. She’s so trusting, her body limp and pliant in my arms. I carry her to the window, pressing her back against the cool glass. Her head lolls to the side, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with each soft breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My hands move to her hips, gripping them firmly as I align myself with her. She’s still warm, still ready for me, and I groan as I press into her, slow and deliberate. Her body responds, her walls tightening around me, even in her sleep. I can’t help but smile, watching her face, the way her brow furrows slightly, the way her lips part in a silent gasp.

I start to move, my hips rolling against hers, each thrust pushing her harder against the glass. The city lights blur around us, but I’m focused on her, on the way her body reacts to me. “Remember?” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. “Remember the winning play? That final touchdown?”

Her breath hitches, her body arching into mine, and I know she hears me, even in her dreams. I pick up the pace, my hands tightening on her hips as I drive into her, reliving every moment of the game, every surge of adrenaline. “You were there with me,” I continue, my voice growing louder, more desperate. “You were right there, cheering with me, feeling it with me.”

Her moan is soft, almost inaudible, but it’s enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me. I’m close, so close, and I can feel her responding, her body tightening around me as she nears her own release. “That’s it,” I growl, my voice breaking. “Come for me, Ava. Come with me.”

I bury myself deep inside her, my body trembling as I spill into her, my release crashing over me like a wave. She follows me, her body shuddering against the glass, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I hold her there, my forehead pressed against the cool window, my breath fogging the glass as I try to steady myself.

Slowly, I pull away, lifting her into my arms again. She’s still asleep, her body limp and heavy, but there’s a faint smile on her lips, as if she’s reliving the moment with me. I carry her back to the bed, laying her down gently before grabbing a warm cloth from the bathroom. I clean her carefully, my hands moving with a tenderness that surprises even me.

When she’s clean, I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “Goodnight, my love,” I whisper, brushing a hand through her hair. She sighs softly, her body curling into the blankets, and I watch her for a moment longer before stepping back.

I pick up my clothes, desires sated. For now, at least.

I close the interconnected door softly, leaning against it for a moment as I take a deep breath.

This is it, I think. This is everything.

But as I walk to my own bed, a small smile playing on my lips, I can’t help but think about the next time I’ll get this opportunity.

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#2: Gaping My Drugged Daughter’s Holes in My Sex Dungeon When She Visits

A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with BDSM (pet play), double anal, toys.

WORD COUNT: 4000 words

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Camila’s visits to the ranch brighten up my day in more ways than one. Every time she visits from the city, there’s something about her that draws me in and never wants to let go. She’s the only woman who’s ever made me come so hard; even though she doesn’t know it. I can only sate a specific kink with her. Tonight, I can’t wait for my bunny to paw and hop all over me.

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I can hear Camila’s laugh before I even see her, bright and full of life, echoing across the pasture. I don’t think she understands how much I love hearing that sound. I watch her coming around the bend on my old mare, Willow, her dark hair tossed by the wind, her face lit up in that smile of hers. And the cute yellow sundress she has on makes her look even more like an angel.

She’s been gone too long.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me ride today,” Camila calls out, her voice carrying over the clopping of the horses’ hooves. She’s grinning like she’s up to something.

“I said I’d let you,” I reply, “But don’t think you’re gonna beat me.”

She tilts her head to one side, and I can see the challenge in her eyes from here. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

My dick gives a feeble twitch in my jeans.

She kicks Willow’s sides, and the horse responds, her graceful legs moving in time with Camila’s command. I follow suit with my own mount, Jasper, nudging him forward with a gentle pull of the reins. He’s not as fast as Willow, but he’s steady and knows me. The sun’s starting to sink lower in the sky, the light casting long shadows over the land, painting everything in golden hues. It’s quiet out here, except for the sound of our horses’ hooves and the occasional call of a bird overhead.

Camila’s been coming home less and less now that she’s in the city for college. Each time she leaves, she comes back with a little more of that city glow about her-tighter clothes, faster speech, a loud and bratty personality, and I just can’t get enough of it.

“Ready to race?” she calls again, her voice a challenge.

“You’re not gonna beat me.” My lips twitch up, and I find it very endearing that that competitive side of hers never changes.

“Are you scared, Dad?” Camila teases, pulling her horse into a sharp turn, just enough to throw a bit of dust into the air.

I bite my lip. God, this is turning me on more than I thought. I can’t wait until I get my hands on her cute little ass. “Don’t test me, baby girl.”

She narrows her eyes playfully at me. “You’re on,” she says, clicking her tongue.

And then we’re off, hooves pounding the earth, a blur of movement as I push Jasper to keep up with her. We kick up dust, the wind pulling at my jacket, the smell of the earth filling my nose. Camila’s ahead of me, her laugh ringing out as she pulls Willow ahead.

I know this land like the back of my hand, the turns, the dips, the trails, but I purposely slow my pace down a tad bit to give her the upper hand. I consider it as a little present for her, for what’s to come.

Camila glances over her shoulder, her face lit with that breathtaking glow as she beams at me. “You’re getting old, Dad!” she calls back, that teasing tone never leaving her voice.

I hear it, but I don’t take the bait. I let her have her fun. I’ll have mine later.

I push Jasper harder for just a second, but then I see her turn that corner, her hair flying behind her untamed, and before I know it-she’s already won.

I ease up on the reins, pulling Jasper into a slow trot. I watch Camila pull ahead, her grin wide as she rides across the open field. The sun is setting behind her, casting everything in a soft pink glow.

She’s got that city shine to her, but out here, on this land, she’s mine. All mine. My baby girl.

When she reaches the top of the hill, she turns around, slowing Willow to a walk. She looks back at me with that same grin, a lot smug now.

“You still got it, old man,” she says, breathing hard but still smiling. “Guess I’ll let you win next time.”

I laugh. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

I ride up beside her, and we both watch the cowboys gather the horses, leading them back to the barn. The pasture is quiet again, the only sound is the occasional call of the wind rustling through the trees.

We start to head back to the house, the sky now painted in shades of orange and purple.

“You hungry?” I ask.

“Starving,” she says with a laugh. “I swear, the food at college doesn’t compare to your cooking.”

I smile. “You always say that.”

She nudges me with her elbow as we walk the horses toward the barn. “It’s true, though. Nobody compares to you, Dad.”

I nod, feeling satisfaction bloom through my skin. That’s right. No one should.

***

I place a full plate of chicken strips, potatoes, and gravy in front of Camila, sliding into the seat right in front of her with my meal in hand. She claps her hands together and looks up at me gratefully. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I smile. “Of course, anything for you.”

We begin to eat, shoveling a heap full of baked potatoes into our mouths, famished from all the activities earlier. Midway into eating, Camila lets out a loud moan, causing me to freeze. When I look up, her eyes are closed, savoring the food in her mouth, like she’s having an orgasm.

“Mm, Dad, this is amazing,” she comments, her mouth stuffed with food. Just like it should be stuffed with my…

I swallow, clearing my throat. “Um…so how’s school? You haven’t really told me much, you know?”

She rolls her eyes. “Dad, let’s not bring college up. Not while I’m away from it. But fine, school is good, stressful as usual, and too boring to care.”

“Don’t get sassy with me, young lady,” I warn, even though I secretly enjoy her attitude of late. “Any boyfriends I should know about?” I ask subtly, even though I’m fuming at the thought of anyone with my baby girl.

I can see a bit of hesitation in her movement, but she quickly recovers. “No, Dad. There’s no boy, okay? Just me and my friends.”

My eyes narrow. But I don’t say anything after that. We continue eating our food, but I can’t take my eyes off her, no matter how hard I try. She’s like a magnetic force drawing me to her. My eyes zero onto her plump, lush lips, trailing down to the ample cleavage peeking out of her sundress. I can’t wait anymore.

My cock throbs. I drag my left hand inconspicuously down to my lap, palming the hot erection. Fuck, I’ve been hard all fucking day. My cock feels like goddamn concrete.

We finally finish our food, and I grab our plates. “Thank you, Daddy. The meal was lovely,” she praises.

Oh, Camila. Such a polite, sweet girl.

I take the dishes to the kitchen and place them in the sink. Then I grab two wine glasses and reach into the cabinet for some red wine. I glance around me, making sure Camila isn’t lurking around a corner, and pull out a small white baggy from my Jeans pocket.

Sleeping powder.

I take two pinchfuls, sprinkling the powder into the glass before stuffing the rest back into my pocket. Then I open the wine bottle and pour the red into the glass, filling it up to the brim. I grab a spoon and stir to mix it properly until I’m satisfied. I set the wine aside, pouring mine into the second glass and filling it to the brim as well.

I take the two full glasses with me, plastering a smile on my face as I make my way back to Camila. She looks up from her phone, raising a brow.

“What’s the occasion?” she asks.

“Do I really need an occasion to celebrate my daughter visiting me?” I retort, handing her the spiked wine.

She rolls her eyes, but she can’t stifle the smile from breaking out on her face as she takes it from me. “You’re so sappy, Daddy. But I’m not going to say no to wine, so cheers.”

Our glasses clink. I sip my wine slowly, watching her down the whole glass from the corner of my eye. Undeniable desire courses through my veins. In just a few minutes, she’s going to be mine. Both body and soul.

And true to my thoughts, after a few minutes of her talking to me about a certain friend she made, she begins to yawn uncontrollably, rubbing her eyes, trying to fight the sleep.

“Honey? Are you okay?” I ask with faux concern.

“Yeah… I just…” yawn, “I’m just so sleepy, I don’t know why,” another yawn.

“Of course you are. We spent the whole day at the farm and with the horses. You’re bound to get worn out,” I say softly, lulling her into a false sense of security.

“You’re right,” she sighs, her eyes fluttering close as she places her head on the table, knocking the empty glass on it. I quickly grab it before it falls to the ground. “I’m just gonna…” she trails off, falling asleep instantly.

I wait a couple of seconds before calling, “Camila? Camila?” to make sure that she’s completely passed out. After a couple of pokes and prods, I stand up, with the glasses in hand. I quietly drop them in the kitchen, then back to Camila.

I stare down at her peaceful, sleeping face before picking her pliant figure up from the chair. I prop her up in my arms, bridal style, taking her down with me into my dungeon.

My sex dungeon.

I take her downstairs, going deeper into the basement, where it’s located. I’ve had it for years now, back when my wife, Stephanie, was still alive. Ever since her death, I explicitly forbade Camila from coming down here, and it has been hidden from her ever since, just for me and my sexual partners.

Though Camila has never known my dungeon, it doesn’t mean she hasn’t been in it. This will be her third time in here since the first time a few months ago.

I open up the door, revealing a dimly lit room with red lights as the mood lighting. There are several pieces of equipment scattered all over the room; a small, red bed by the corner, a tantra chair next to it, Dow whips, chains, and collars hanging out on the display racks, an assortment of sex toys in an open chest, a closet full of lingerie and sexy attires, among other things. My pride and joy.

I place her gently onto the bed, slowly taking off her dress. I zip the sundress down and pull off the straps, revealing the milky skin underneath that makes my stomach pool with arousal. She isn’t wearing any bra, so her breasts just spill out of the dress, her pink buds hardening from the cold air. I throw the dress aside, leaving her only in her cute panties, but I pull that off too, exposing her fully.

Then I walk up to my toy chest, skimming through the series of vibrators and toys. But I immediately grab the box hidden by the end of it, the one I’ve been saving just for Camila.

I take it to the bed and open it, pulling out a set. A bunny set. I place the bunny ear headband atop her head, and the paw gloves on each limp hand. I grab the bunny tail and bite my lip. This is the last one. Hurriedly, I rush back to the chest and take the bottle of lube with me.

Kneeling on the bed, I pull her body over to the side, spreading her ass cheeks. I groan at the sight. Her asshole looks so tight and snug, and from this angle, I can see her pussy too, clean-shaven and inviting.

I slick up my thumb with my saliva, rubbing it against her tight rim, trying to bully it inside her hole, knowing it won’t fit. Each time I try to push in, her hole clenches ever so slightly around my thumb, turning me on.

“Fuck, this is no time to tease,” I mutter to myself. Any longer, and I might actually cum in my pants. I’ve been holding it for far too long now.

I pour a generous amount of lube on my fingers, making them slippery and wet as I push in, stretching her hole to take the plug. I spread my digits wide, going deep, and I can even hear some soft moans coming out of her lips. Satisfied, I lube up the plug, holding it by the end, beginning to push it inside her hole.

Camila’s face scrunches with mild discomfort as more moans tumble out of her lips, but I keep on pushing, fixated on the sight. Seeing her hole stretched out like this over the plug makes me want her stretched out all over my cock even more. Finally, the plug pushes in with a pop. A sigh leaves my lips as I rub around her stretched rim, my head already swimming with pleasure.

I can’t take this anymore.

I push off the bed, bursting with arousal now. I unbuckle my belt with clumsy fingers, staring down at her figure all laid out on the bed now. She looks so good like this. A little bunny just for Daddy. A picture pops into my head of Camila on her knees, with her wrists bent in front of her like a bunny, hopping toward me, pawing at my pants, begging for my cock.

“Fuck…” A groan leaves my lips. Honestly, I’m just doing this to myself at this point.

I manage to jump out of my jeans, settling on the other side of the bed, right next to Camila. I lie down flat and take hold of her sleeping frame, pulling her onto my body.

After a little effort, I position her so that she’s straddling me, holding her up with my thighs and hands, so that she’s a bit upright. It’s a difficult position to maintain, but my lust-addled mind is too far gone to care.

I reach behind her, holding her body firmly with one hand, and grabbing my cock with the other, lining it up to her pussy. I slowly sink her down onto it, and a loud gasp escapes me. My eyes roll to the heavens, mouth watering at the incredible heat surrounding my cock.

“Holy shit… fuck…” I gasp, eyebrows pinching. My hips buck up instantly, pounding into her tight pussy. I hold her waist, lifting and spearing her down against my thrusts. Cries upon cries come out from Camila.

I can’t think. Everything feels too good. And the way she’s bouncing now on top of me, it’s like she’s hopping on my dick like a goddamn bunny.

“God fucking dammit,” I whimper, increasing my pace, jackhammering into her. I can feel tingles go down my spine the more I impale her down on it. I’m not going to last long.

“Your fucking cunt feels so fucking good, you fucking…fuck-” I grit out, spewing mindless expletives. My grip loosens around her waist, causing her to fall forward, nearly making our foreheads collide. But I catch her in time, placing her head in the crook of my shoulder, all while thrusting into her.

I don’t even bother to prop her up again, I’m drowning in too much pleasure. It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long.

“Oh fuck, Camila,” I gasp, reducing my pace to thrust deeper, enjoying the feel of her walls clenching around me. “You’re such a good girl. So good for me. So good for Daddy.” My fingers card into her hair, wrapping tightly around the dark strands. “You’re mine, all mine, baby. No one can have you.” I kiss her neck, licking the sweat that accumulated there, nibbling and sucking on the skin.

I feel disappointed that I can’t at least leave a hickey, but I guess I just have to compromise and settle for this.

I increase my thrusts now, feeling my balls tense up, a telltale sign of my orgasm nearing. “Ah… yeah…” I moan, holding her tight against me, going faster than ever now. I can feel it, so close… tingles run down my spine like electricity.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking breed you…” I groan in her ear. “But you would like that, wouldn’t you? You would do anything to please Daddy, wouldn’t you? Of course, you would. Because you’re such a good girl-oh fuck!”

Ropes after ropes of cum pour out from the tip of my cock, spilling into her tight heat. Never-ending groans leave me the more I thrust into her, milking my cock inside her. My head rings. She’s tightening so hard now, like she’s trying to wring out every last drop that I’m worth.

Spent, my body relaxes and I pant, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. That was a very intense orgasm. That’s another reason why I adore Camila so much. She’s so perfect. All the times I’ve fucked her, I’ve received the best orgasms of my life, and nothing comes close.

My dick slips out from her, and cum drips right from my cock. It twitches ever so slightly. Hm, I’m still hard. I grab my cock, giving it a quick stroke. I could use another round. I’m not quite satiated yet.

I pull her off me gently, flipping over until I’m the one straddling her. I turn her onto her stomach and grab her legs, pushing them together. For the final touch, I take two pillows and stack them under her head and stomach to lift her high enough for me to take.

“Yeah…” I stroke my cock once, sliding straight into that glistening pussy. Shockwaves immediately flood my system again. Now that I’ve cum, I feel even more sensitive than when I started.

I start to thrust slowly, trying to find the right rhythm so I don’t lose my mind. The sounds of our skin slapping together sound more prominent now, echoing through the room like a porno. Each slide sounds so slick and wet, it makes me even harder.

I pin her down, placing my hand on her back and pressing down to the bed, increasing my thrusts. I grunt, pounding into her pussy with more intensity now, using her like a fucktoy. My fucktoy.

“Yes, shit.” I look down at my cock sliding into her, mesmerized by the sight. My eyes trail up, looking at the cute white fluff at the end of the plug. My hips stutter slightly. Fuck, that’s so hot.