Meeting Daddy in the Past – Chap 3

Incest story: Meeting Daddy in the Past – Chap 3

“Sure,” he says with a grin. “We can talk.”

I unlock my door and smile warmly, holding it open for my dad.

He walks in and waits for me to close the door behind me and then he grabs my arm.

He pulls me into him and falls backward onto the bed.

“Dad!” I squeal. “Don’t start that again, please. You said we could talk.”

“Talk after,” he grunts, then presses his lips to mine.

Electricity shoots through my mouth, down into my tits and clit. It feels sublime. “Daddy,” I whisper when he moves to kiss my neck.

“Yes, baby,” he murmurs into my skin.

I gasp. Now that sounds like my dad. “We really can’t do this,” I whine. “I told you earlier. I thought you believed me.”

He works my bra open again and starts pushing it up along with my shirt.

I squirm, resisting. “You can’t take my shirt off, daddy!”

“Yes,” he says roughly. “Listen to daddy.”

This time when he tries to push my shirt and bra over my head, I resist less. “You’re going to feel bad later,” I tell him, managing to keep my breasts covered a few seconds more. “You’re gonna feel bad later and it’ll be my fault!”

When he finally gets my shirt over my head, he moans. “God, your tits are perfect.” He licks from the bottom of my breast across my nipple. “Uh. I wanna put my dick on ’em.”

I gasp. “You can’t!”

“Oh, you’ll love it. I know you will.” He moves to my other nipple and sucks it into his mouth.

“Daddy,” I whine. “Please!”

“Holy shit. If you keep calling me that I’m not gonna make it into your pants.”

Into…my pants?

He pushes me onto my back and climbs above me. My daddy looks so handsome like this, but I can’t say so.

He shrugs off his leather jacket and pulls off his black t-shirt. I suck in a breath, allowing myself to run a hand over his chest. I know this is wrong, but I feel kind of happy. My daddy would never let me touch him like this.

“Naughty girl,” he says, reading my mind. “Are you supposed to be touching your dad this way?”

I whimper and turn my head. I know I’m blushing fiercely. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

He grins playfully. “It’s alright. Just this once, baby.”

He doesn’t know what he’s saying! He doesn’t really believe I’m his daughter, he’s just playing.

I know my face is burning. Oh, no. Daddy’s really trying to fuck me.

A thrill runs through me and my nipples harden further. I squirm.

He leans down and puts his mouth by my ear. “Tell me. Tell me what’s happening in that naughty little brain, baby.”

“Oh, daddy. You’re being bad, you know. You’re trying to fuck your daughter.”

“Yeah,” he moans. “My slutty little daughter.”

“But I’m not,” I protest weakly as his lips find my nipple again. “I’m not slutty. You taught me to only fuck the one you love.”

“Mmm. So you’re a virgin, then,” he murmurs with a chuckle.

I whimper as his hand runs up my inner thigh. “Yes, daddy.”

He pushes my panties aside and swipes a finger up my slit. It feels tremendously good.

“Good God, you’re wet.” He grins devilishly. “Wet for your own father.”

“Uh! No, daddy!” I cry, utterly embarrassed.

“Don’t you lie to daddy,” he croons, running his finger along my clit, making me shiver.

“You have to stop,” I moan, not at all forcefully. “You can’t do this.”

“Oh, I think you want to do this,” he says. He yanks his pants open. “How many times have you thought about daddy’s hard cock inside you?”

I watch with my mouth open, waiting for him to pull his dick out of his fly. I’ve never seen daddy’s dick before.

“Answer me,” he says firmly, exactly the way he will a thousand times in the future. It shocks me.

“Never. I swear!”

He pushes his pants down and his long, hard cock springs free. I swallow harshly. I can’t seem to breathe. I try to squirm away from him but he grabs my hip firmly with one hand. “Don’t lie,” he warns, taking his dick in his other hand. “You lie and I’ll slap your pussy with my cock. How many times have you thought of me fucking you?”

I lick my dry lips. “Never, daddy,” I whisper.

He slaps his fat cock head against my wet slit. “Oh!” I cry.

“Be honest, baby.” He yanks my panties away. “You’re not even resisting anymore. You must have thought about it.” He leans forward, his mouth at my ear, his throbbing, leaking cock, pressed against my clit. “How many times did you think of me while you rubbed at your hot, wet pussy?”Oh, daddy, please,” I whine. “Please!”

He gasps and dips lower, rubbing himself against my wet lips. “It sounds like you’re thinking about it now, Princess.”

He’s called me that so many times in my life, it’s almost like he remembers me. I squirm against him, forcing his smooth, slippery head against my clit again. “Please, dad.”

“Oh, but I can’t,” he says teasingly. “I can’t fuck—” he presses against my opening and pulls back “—my daughter.”

My head is swimming. All I can think about is having my dad’s plump dick against my clit again. “Yess,” I hiss as he rubs upwards, swirling his tip around it. “Daddy, your dick feels so good.”

“Oh, baby, you feel so good. I can’t hold back much longer, you know,” he whispers in my ear. The shivers I feel almost make me come. “If you don’t want to be fucked by daddy, you better run away.”

“Daddy,” I whisper back, bucking my hips to make him rub me more. “I told you,” I whimper. “I’m a virgin.”

He pants, putting his cock against my pussy, spreading me apart. “I thought you were just playing.”

I meet his eyes. “Are you going to take my virginity, daddy?”

He jerks, thrusting into me, causing me to scream as he tears me open.

“Holy fuck!” he cries, pumping into me, not seeming to care that he’s hurting me.

“Dad!” I shriek. He’s supposed to be gentle to me. He’s never, ever supposed to hurt me. I whimper quietly. “It hurts me daddy.”

He looks into my eyes, slowing. The mad lust clears for a moment. Then I see it.

He believes me.

But he doesn’t stop.

“You told me you were sent by—”

“You weren’t supposed to know I’m here,” I cut in, his slow strokes settling into a gentle rhythm. His bare dick, surely leaking inside me. His eyes running from where we’re joined to my tits and face, taking in what it means that I’m his daughter.

But he never stops fucking me. It doesn’t seem to even cross his mind. “You’re so beautiful, he murmurs, grazing his palms over my nipples.

I shudder, then spark as he loses control for a moment and slams into me, his cock barreling into my cervix, surely leaking there too. “Daddy!”

“You really like this,” he realizes, breathing hard. “You really have thought about this before, haven’t you?”

“Ah,” I moan at his words. “Yes, daddy.” His thick cock rams my cervix again and I shiver with pleasure.

He licks his lips, reason nowhere in his eyes anymore. “You like it when Daddy fucks you.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I shout, shivers running through my nipples, my arms, making my legs quiver.

He’s panting, mad with pleasure. “You came to find me. To tease me.”

“Yes!” My whole body shudders, “Yes, Daddy! I hoped this would happen!”

His eyes squeeze tightly shut, “Oh, dear god,” he utters thickly, pumping, throbbing, spitting hot cum into his daughter’s pussy.

“Yes!” I cry again, milking him, wanting it all. The realization of what’s happening makes my eyes cross. He doesn’t stop pumping as I cum. “Oh,” I moan. “Ohhh, Daddy.” I pull him in with my legs, never wanting this to stop.

He collapses on top of me, my cunt still throbbing around him. “Mmm,” he murmurs. “So good.”

I shudder. “Good,” I repeat.

“Mmm,” he murmurs again. “Best ever.”

I whimper. “Best. Yes, Daddy.”

He pants at my words and pulls slowly out of me. He flops over onto his back. “Did you cum, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. I came. You shot your cum in me and I couldn’t help it, Daddy.”

His dick twitches, standing firmly in the air. “Oh, baby. How can I ever fuck your mom to make you? I won’t be able to think of anyone but you.”

A thrill runs up my clit and into my heart. “Oh, but if you don’t, I won’t be born!”

His mouth falls open and he turns his head to stare into my eyes. “Alright, I’ll fuck your mom. But only if you promise to come visit me as much as you can.”

I can hardly breathe. “You want me to come back? I don’t know if I can.”

His eyes harden wickedly. “You love your daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then find a way. Find a way to come fuck me and I’ll make sure to get your mom pregnant.”

“Will you remember this in the future?” I ask curiously. Did my dad have this memory the whole time I was growing up? The thought makes my pussy clench wildly.

“I don’t know how I could ever forget this.”

“I’ll try my best, Daddy, I swear. But if I don’t come back, fuck mom anyway, and I promise, I’ll fuck you again in the future as a reward.”

His eyelids almost close. “Oh, you naughty little slut,” he croons warmly, rolling on his side to cup my breast. “I thought I taught you to only fuck the one you love.”

I arch my back to press my tit into his hand. “I have daddy. Only you. I’ll only fuck you, I promise!”

“Mmm,” he murmurs once again. “Only daddy, and no one else. Alright. And when you’re ready, you can be my wife.”

My heart bursts with joy. I hug him. “You know I can’t, Daddy.”

He groans, pulling me closer, mashing my tits against his chest. “I’d kill any other man who ever laid a hand on your sexy little body.”

“Trust me, they won’t. I never let anyone but you.”

He grins. “You’re mine now, princess.” And his hard dick probes at my clit again.

“Yes,” I submit, unable to stop a moan. I want to let him make me cum again, but I can’t forget. “Wait dad. Let me write down mom’s name for you, in case I get pulled back to my time.”

Reluctantly, he lets me go.

I scribble her name and leave it on the end table.

Then I start pulling on my bra.

“What are you doing?” he asks, sitting up.

“I’ll be pulled back soon, and Doctor Samuels can’t know I met you, much less…”

He bares his teeth. “Fucked,” he supplies.

I stare at his naked form, breathing hard. “Yes, daddy. If she knows, she won’t let me come back.”

He watches me hook my bra and pull on my shirt.

He passes my wet panties to me and catches my gaze.

My cheeks burn. Yes, I fucked my daddy. Yes, he wants to do it again.

So do I.

I gather all my things and toss them into my bag.

His eyes narrow as I feel a strange sensation.

“Danielle!” he shouts, but the sound is faint.

I blink at the bright light, blink at Dr. Samuels peering at me through the glass of the machine.

She smiles. “How did it go?”

“It was amazing!” I can feel daddy’s cum leaking down my thigh.

“Great!”

“When can I do it again?” I ask, trying not to sound too anxious.

“Hmm, well, we’d better wait a few days—just to make sure there aren’t any residual effects from the trip.”

She helps me out of the machine and I pat it fondly.

Now it’s time to go home.

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