The English Daddy. Part 3

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The house was silent after they had gone. Alan lay in the relative safety of his bed and listened for any sounds of stirring… there were none. Perhaps she was still asleep; perhaps he could dress and get out of the house before she woke. Yes! That’s what he would do; he would go out somewhere – anywhere, so long as it was away from here, and her.

Find your little near ?

Hurriedly he washed in the en-suite. He could have done with a shower, but he was in too much of a hurry to care. Quietly he took clothes from the dresser and wardrobe and dressed quicker than he had done in a long while.

He brushed his teeth and grabbed his keys and wallet from the side… he felt confident that this was the right thing to do. He opened his bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing, still nothing… Holly’s bedroom door was shut and he breathed a sigh of relief as he started to descend the stairs. He should have carried on and got out of the front door when he heard the bedroom door click open, he shouldn’t have stopped and he definitely shouldn’t have turned around upon hearing her voice…


His heart sank. “Yes, Felicia?” She was stood at the top of the stairs, her legs bare, an oversized t-shirt draped over her small frame.

“Where are you going?”

“Out! I’m going out Felicia, away from you!”

Slowly she walked down the stairs towards him, he felt trapped, drawn to her and yet wanting to escape at the same time….

“That’s not very nice Daddy…”

Nice? That’s rich, coming from you!’

“I don’t understand what that means…”

“No, you don’t… you don’t understand anything, because you are a silly little girl….”

“Daddy…” She reached her arm up to touch his chest; he grabbed it, roughly… probably rougher than he should have done, but this morning she didn’t flinch so easily.

“And stop calling me Daddy!”

“But you like it when I call you Daddy….”

“No, I don’t. I hate it.”


“Because I am not your Daddy, I am nothing to do with you. You are just an irritating, manipulative little girl who is sleeping under my roof.”

Felicia glanced at his hand, large around her small wrist. “You’re hurting me….”

“Yeah?” He squeezed tighter…

“Daddy, please….” She winced and something within him snapped. Without another thought, he forced his free hand between her legs, just as he suspected she was naked underneath the t-shirt and a moan escaped his own lips as he found her wet…

“Get back into bed. Now.”

He let go of her wrist and instantly she was back in his daughter’s bedroom.
Blind with lust, he followed.

She had done as instructed and was back in her bed, the covers pulled up tight to her chin…. He snatched them away.

“Take the t-shirt off.”

She looked at him, unsure.

“What? You thought it was going to be romantic? That I was going to be gentle with you? Take it off.”

Silently she slipped the t-shirt off over her head and dropped it down the side of the bed. Her breasts were perfect… small, but so round and firm, her little dark nipples erect. His eyes explored her young body hungrily, her flawless smooth skin, the little tuft of dark hair between her legs.

“How many boys have fucked you?”

“Two Daddy.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

She nodded, bringing her knees up to her chest.

“Legs down. No hiding.”

Slowly she brought them down again and he sat on the bed adjacent with her knees.

“Were they rough with you?”

She shook her head, “No, they were just boys Daddy.”

“Open your legs.”

She did as she was told. Alan gently traced a finger up the outside of her outer lips; she was warm, slightly wet. He pushed gently, feeling the silkiness of the delights inside. His heart rate quickened at the thought of how tight she would be around him, how pretty her little pussy was… it was more beautiful than he had even imagined throughout his sleepless nights and he wanted to do everything he had fantasized about. But he had all day, he took a deep breath and decided to bide his time.

“Do you like Daddy touching you?”

Felicia nodded.

“Have you thought about Daddy when you’ve touched yourself?”


“When was the last time?”

“Last night, in the shower….”

“That’s a very naughty thing to do Felicia.” His voice was hoarse, quiet…

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

He reached up and took a hold of her right arm, gentler now than before, and guided it down to her wet little pussy. “Show me.”

Her eyes widened… “I’ve never…”

“Touched yourself in front of someone before?”

She shook her head…

“No, but you have been acting like a little slut for the past four days… now it’s time for you to feel uncomfortable. Do it.”

Reluctantly at first, Felicia took her index and second finger of her right hand and gently pushed them between the top of her pussy lips. A small, quiet moan escaped her lips as she instantly found her clit and slowly she started to rub in tiny, firm circles.

Alan watched as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back onto the pillow, he wanted her so much. But he had to let her know who was in control… it had been a long time since he had brought his dominant side out to play and he was going to relish it today.

“Eyes open. Look at your Daddy whilst you play with your pretty little pussy….”

Obediently she again did as she was told, the firm circles on her clit becoming slightly quicker.

“Good girl…”

Felicia bit her bottom lip as she tried to stifle a moan….

Alan pushed his finger inside of her without warning, his suspicions were right, she was tight… incredibly so.

“There’s no-one else here Felicia, don’t be shy.”

Her next moan was louder, and the following louder and more intense still.

Alan longed to undo his trousers… even just to slip his hand inside and touch himself whilst she played, but that would have put them on a level playing field and he didn’t want that. Not yet.

“How many times have you cum whilst you’ve been under my roof Felicia?” He gently fucked her with his finger as he spoke….

“Five Daddy…”

Five? That’s quite a lot, even for a little slut like you….”

“I’m sorry…” Her voice was barely audible, breathy and uneven…

“Would you like to make it up to me?”

Felicia nodded, quickly. Almost too quickly, too eagerly…

“Then cum for Daddy, cum nice and loud and hard… show him what a little slut you can be….”

Felicia didn’t utter another word upon receiving her instruction, her fingers quickened and Alan pushed deeper, feeling her grow around his finger. He brought it out quicker, pushed in further and she moaned again… and again, her orgasm building. She arched her back, tipping her head back on the pillow, her left hand found her breast and she pinched her nipple…. A beautifully arousing sight for Alan who by this point felt he could cum at the slightest touch, and then he felt her tighten. Her moans almost stopped as her little pussy contracted around his finger…. And then a loud moan, the most beautiful of all. She was so wet… he held his finger still as she fucked it of her own accord, her moans slowly turning to little whimpers as her orgasm started to subside.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him…. “Was that OK Daddy?”

He brought his finger out of her little pussy and gently pushed it between her lips, marveling at how eagerly she licked him clean.

“That, little girl, was just the beginning.”

“Sit up.”

Felicia obediently did as instructed and again Alan was surprised at how quickly she had turned from a manipulative little bitch into a girl that could be so easily controlled and manipulated herself. He kept his eyes on her as he undid his belt and removed first his trousers and then his boxers…. Her eyes didn’t leave his swollen cock.

“Do you like Daddy’s cock little one?”

Felicia nodded. Alan knew he was of a good size; he had never had any problem pleasuring his wife – or others that he had encountered in the days before his marriage. But he was getting painfully hard; he couldn’t remember being this hard in a long time…

“Ask Daddy if you may suck his cock.”

Felicia looked up those beautiful all-knowing eyes. She was being obedient, but they still had that spark, Alan brought his hand to his shaft and stroked, slowly, rhythmically….

“Ask Felicia, this is what you wanted….”

“Please Daddy…. Please let me suck your wonderful, big cock…” She smiled as she spoke, accentuating her words….

“Kneel. On the floor.”

Felicia hopped off the bed and swiftly tucked her legs underneath her as she knelt between the two single beds, Alan turned around, still stroking the length of his shaft. She looked up at him and smiled as he placed the tip of his cock between her open lips….

“Have you dreamt about sucking Daddy’s cock?”

Felicia nodded.

“Has it made you wet?”

She nodded again, more eagerly this time. Alan was trying to be strong, but the need was too much. He moaned as he allowed her to move her lips further down his swollen shaft. He brought himself out and then pushed forward again, further in. He heard a slight moan from Felicia as his cock hit the back of her throat, but the sensations coursing through his body were too strong for him to pay any attention to her. He placed a hand on both sides of her little head and moaned as he began to fuck faster and deeper still. She was good… he became more aware of her slight moans, the quiet slurping of her saliva as he moved his shaft in and out of her greedy little mouth…

“Sit back….” His voice came out hoarser than he expected as he withdrew from her mouth and watched her shuffle back so that she was leaning against the side of his daughter’s bed. Alan stroked his dick firmly as she watched, his hand slid freely over skin made wet by her mouth.

“Are you going to make Daddy cum like a good little girl?”

Felicia nodded, biting her lip, watching his hand. He took a step forward and plunged into her awaiting mouth again. Her lips felt so good around him, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer… He pushed further this time, the movement made easier by her slightly tilted head; he made her gag and brought instant relief by pulling back before doing it again. He leaned forward, placing a hand on the opposite wall so that he could gag her pretty little mouth with more ease. His fingers touched something on the wall as he forced his cock into her waiting mouth… he tried to ignore it but he glanced up. He regretted it instantly as his daughter’s smiling face in a photograph smiled back at him… Holly…

He lost his rhythm, his eyes fixed on that of his daughter, his beautiful innocent daughter whose bed he was leaning over as he fucked the mouth of her 18-year-old friend. Realization dawned… it hit him like a cold, hard stone in the gut. What the fuck was he doing? He pulled out of Felicia’s mouth and wordlessly grabbed his clothes from her bed….

“Daddy?” Felicia’s voice behind him was small and questioning as he left the room.

“This was a mistake, Felicia… a stupid, fucking, mistake.” Alan’s voice wavered, a lump forming in the back of his throat as he realized what he had done…

“But Daddy, I wanted to make you cum!”

Alan turned when he got to his bedroom door. “Get dressed. I’m phoning the school.”

“No Daddy, please!

He closed the door behind him and sat on his unmade bed, his dick hanging semi-soft between his legs. He glanced up as Felicia opened his bedroom door and stood in the doorway, her little hand on the handle, watching him…

“Get out.” His voice was quiet, but he was angry. Moreso at himself for being so weak, but still he found it hard to look at her.

“I wanted to be a good girl for you though Daddy.”

“Shut up!” She flinched slightly as he sprung up off of the bed. “I am not your fucking Daddy – and if I was then I would be highly ashamed to have raised such a disgusting little whore of a daughter as you!”

Her eyes widened as his words hung in the room. For a moment he thought she might begin to cry and he wished he could take his words back, take the whole morning back, but she simply swallowed and looked at him straight.

“You want to fuck me, Daddy.” Her voice was calm, quiet… confident.

“I want you to leave. Do you even realize the damage that you are causing?”

“And do you realize that I could very easily tell Mummy what you did this morning? Then I would really cause some damage….”

Alan laughed, more out of desperation that humor, he sat down on the bed and cradled his head in his hands. He felt pressure next to him as Felicia sat mere inches away.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because it’s what you want Daddy ….”

“It’s not what I want; I just want you to go. I don’t want you here, in my house…”

“You wanted to cum in my panties and in my mouth, you watched me cum….”

“I was stupid Felicia, foolish and stupid, this will wreck my marriage!”

“Showing Mummy Holly’s panties will wreck you marriage Alan…”

Alan looked up; she stared back at him calmly. “You wouldn’t?”

“Wouldn’t I?”

Alan’s mind raced, his thoughts jumbled. He started at the floor, away from that look, that calmness as if she had been planning it all along. “You little bitch….”

“Be my Daddy Alan and I won’t tell her….”

“You aren’t being serious?”

“Of course I am. You tell me I’m a little whore of a daughter so fuck me like one….”

“Is that all you think about, all you want… cock? For me to fuck you?”

“Oh no Daddy…” Felicia leaned in even closer to him, her light breath making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. “I want to control you; I want to make you scared… I want you to have to fuck me because you have no fucking choice….”

He turned his head and looked straight at her, her eyes smiling at the prospect, her lips gently curling at the sides in that mischievous grin that he hated so much. His voice sounded alien to him, calmer than the anger and disgust that was coursing through his entire body, he felt he had little control as the words left his mouth and hit the air with force…

“Get on all fours. Now.”

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