“Dinner is ready, Daddy.”
Megan kissed my cheek and helped me into a sitting position. I looked onto the coffee table in front of the television and noticed the mouth-watering meal awaiting me. My little girl had put some serious effort into this dinner. I told Megan to go and get a bottle of wine from the wine rack. I assumed she had never had wine before, but I was starting to think she had more adult experience in certain things; I knew most kids her age had already tried booze, cigarettes, pot, maybe other drugs like cocaine and LSD… and then there was sex. Was Megan not the virgin I imagined and desired? Had some boy, or boys, had her? Or men? How did she know about the master/slave games, and why was she so at ease to show me her body, let alone act sexual around her father. I* wanted, needed, to know, but I was afraid to as.
As for drinking wine, she pretended (or maybe not) that she knew what she was doing by lifting the glass, swirling, exposing the bouquet. “A fine vintage if I don't say so myself.” She deepened her voice to sound older.
We both laughed and enjoyed our home-cooked meal.
After dinner, my sexy daughter went to her room and came back out wearing a skintight white T-shirt that came down just enough to cover her vagina from my wanton eyes. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, she rarely did anyway, her firm youthful breasts sticking straight out and I could see the little bumps of two hard nipples.
Megan snuggled next to me, her shirt riding up. She grabbed the channel changer and switched it to one of my favorites: the Pay-Per-View Porn Cable Channel. How did she know I had ordered this channel this channel in the service pack?
“I know you like this stuff, Daddy; I have seen you in here late at night, and you are always watching this channel.”
I said, “Um,” wondering what words would best explain such a matter.
“All men like to look at porn… girls too.”
She squirmed. I noticed goose bumps on her arms and legs.
I normally can watch this channel with no problem. Tonight, however, I wasn't alone. As we started to watch this one story unravel, we both moved about in our seats, trying to get comfortable. The scene jumped forward on the movie, the wide-screen plasma TV was showing a close-up of a thick, meaty cock slowly forcing its way into a young woman's mouth, lips stretched wide by this pulsing, throbbing, rock-hard dick. The woman on the screen started gagging when her throat was filled, split drooling out the sides. As she whimpered and gagged, choking on this guy's dick, I glanced down at the cute, small-breasted, perfect female by my side; her eyes wide, breathing somewhat fast, her tight nightshirt riding further and further up.
“Daddy?”
“Yes baby?”
“I don't think I could fit that huge thing in my…” She was flustered. “I don't think I could even get my mouth to open that much.”
I ran my fingers through Megan's hair. “Not all guys are that large. But even still, you could do it if you receive proper training. Maybe a little pain in the beginning, then it would be very pleasurable. I mean, not in your mouth, but in your… I know it's hard to believe… the right guy would be able to-well, just find a good man, that's all I ask.”
I brought her hair to my nose and caught scents of lavender and other flowers, the shampoo and conditioner she used.
The movie was over and a commercial came on, and a deep, scratchy and sexy woman's voice boomed:
“Call now!!! Wild sexy young ladies that want you to stuff your thick cock deep down in their throats! Watch as horny teen sluts take turns trying to fit your balls in their hot wet mouths! Be amazed as these young sex fiends take big fat cocks deep into their assholes! See them do ass-to-mouth and swallow every drop of cum you have in your balls! If your wife doesn't satisfy your normal manly needs-you must call! Ahot young sexy lady wants to make you happy again! You deserve the best!”
Megan was shaking. “I hope I can keep my man happy, Daddy. I would never want you to think that you have to go and find another woman just to make you happy. I mean, him-my future husband.”
Giggling and crushing her light creamy skin against mine, she went: “Oh, master?” with an over-acted little girl voice, imitating the way women talked on this channel. ”
Yes, my young apprentice?” I reply, enjoying this 'Master' thing more and more.
“If I was your, um, wife, I would promise to satisfy you, I don't want you to go elsewhere. Anything you want. Anything. I would happily try or do whatever my husband, my master, wants. I would even buy you porn and order magazines for you. I promise to be your loving, faithful and satisfying daughter-wife! I mean… do you know what I mean?”
She blushed and buried her face in my chest.
I liked that concept: daughter wife.
“You will make a fine servant, and sex-slave, and wife.” I gave her bottom a friendly slap. “Megan?” I whispered as we watched the start of a gang bang on the screen, a girl with pigtails ready to take on a room full of men, which looked like twenty or thirty hard cocks.
“Yes, Master Daddy?”
“Are you still a virgin?”
She shivered and didn't answer me.
“Your Master Daddy demands to know the truth.”
“No.”
“You've had sex?”
“Yes.”
“You've been fucked?”
“Yes.”
“When, who, what…”
I was jealous, confused. When did she have time to have sex? Who took her cherry, which should have been my prize?
“Do you really want to know?”
“Maybe not now, but I do at some point. Just tell me, when was the first time? When did you lose your virginity?”
“Five years ago.”
“What? You were ten!”
“I know.”
“Someone fucked you when you were ten?”
I was shocked, but in another way I was also turned on, because even at ten, Meagan was sexy, and it was around that time I started noticing her and having my rape fantasies.
“I'm yours, that's all that matters, Daddy, and I have wanted to make love to you, for you to make love to me, for a long time.”
“I want you to be my wife,” I heard myself say, “I love you, baby.”
I couldn't believe I just asked my daughter to be my wife. I awaited her response and didn't raise my hopes. She slipped off the couch and kneeled in front of me.
“Are you serious, Daddy? You want me to be your new wife?”
I took her hand and held it, looking into her young vibrant eyes. I told her I was as serious as a nuclear warhead.
Tears poured down her face, “Oh Daddy! Yes! Yes!! You're the only man I've ever wanted, I wanted to be your wife since I was eight!”
“Listen, baby,” I told her, “I will want you to do things.. .”
“Daddy, I promise… I promise to make you the happiest Daddy in the world. I know you would never hurt me. I promise to satisfy you in any way that I can. You might have to teach me how to do some things.”
“Let's test you right now. If you can pass the test, you will be my wife.”
Her eyes widened. “What is it, Daddy? What do I have to do?”
“Turn off the TV.”
She took the channel changers and pressed the power off button.
“Take your shirt off,” I said, commanded.
“I don't have anything on underneath, Master Daddy.” Her voice trembled and she lifted her tight shirt slowly over her head and tossed to the side. My daughter soon to e wife stood naked before me. I stare at her pussy: shaved clean, super-tight lips that I assumed was virginal but, to my shock, had known a cock when she was just a little girl of ten.
I took her in my arms. “Close your eyes, baby,” I whispered in her ear. Her eyes shut, I leaned down and give her a gentle sensuous kiss right above her pussy. Her skin quivered when my lips make contact.
I said: “I promise to always take care of you, love you and provide for you. You are my most precious gift,” saying this with my fingers under her chin.
Her voice was below a whisper. “Tell me what to do, Daddy, I will do anything you command.”
“Get down on your knees.”
She did.
“Open your mouth.”
She did.