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Scotland x Maid reader by RumblingWizard9, literature
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Scotland x Maid reader
As you walk up to the front step of the huge house your only thoughts were ones of stress. Today was your first day as being the Kirkland's maid/ governess. Once you were hired you soon found out that the Kirkland family was pretty broken. The parents are never around to raise their children because they work all the time and on top of all that there are all of the divorces and remarriages that this family has gone through. You true felt bad for this dis functional family.
You ring the doorbell twice and wait at the door with your luggage. To your surprise you were greeted by what looks like a 7 year old boy. He had messy blonde hair, bushy
a shocking announcement. // levi by HumanitysShortest, literature
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a shocking announcement. // levi
"I believe all of you might be wondering why I've gathered you here tonight," Commander Erwin's calm voice silenced the mutters and whispers that came from the cadets and squad leaders seated in the mess hall, the smell of herbal tea and coffee lingering in the room.
During dinnertime, Erwin has ordered that no one leaves the mess hall, for he was going to make an announcement that would change how things work in the Survey Corps. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, wanting to know what exactly is that announcement the commander was about to say.
"So? What is it?" Captain Levi was getting a little impatient, his fingers plac
Character Profile Outline by KittyFelone, literature
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Character Profile Outline
Okay, before anybody starts to think this is some weird idea, let me explain.
For anyone who knows how to write (and I mean, REALLY knows how to write), you understand that a good story has everything written out on paper first. You know, stuff like Outlines, Plot Triangles, Character Profiles. This might be of a challenge to some of you and tie you down, but unless you are capable of keeping every piece of information in your mind, this is a good resource to fall back on. If you do not need this, then fine—you aren’t required to use it. According to Science Fiction Writers of America, do
Just the Way You Are (BTT x Bullied!Reader) by Katiefrog217, literature
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Just the Way You Are (BTT x Bullied!Reader)
*Slight strong language warning!*
It was just another day at school for you, starting the way it always did.
With you shoved up against a locker door.
"Hey there, bitch. Not so high and mighty without your friends, are you?" A girl sneered in your face. You just stared back, barely even blinking. This was not new, so why react to it?
"Oh, so the whore thinks she's too high and mighty to talk to us," She snorted, and someone behind her piped up, "She's such a slut! I bet she's screwing all of them! That's the only reason they would ever hang out with such a useless girl like her!" The bullies laughed.
"She also looks like a complete bimbo
Absolutely and Utterly Filthy {Levi x Reader} by Persephon-e, literature
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Absolutely and Utterly Filthy {Levi x Reader}
There was truly nothing as wonderful as feeling the warmth of big arms embrace you from behind. A smile graced your lips.
"Reiner..." His name fell out of your mouth softly. You could hear him smirk in response. "Why are you here?"
"I don't know, babe. To see the sunset, I guess. And to see you." It was sunset and everyone else was eating dinner, exhausted and half-asleep from a rigorous day of training. You had absolutely inhaled your food just so you could get out early and have a walk. Nothing settled you more then seeing the sun dip through the clouds and retire for the day.
Playfully, the blonde pulled at your wrist, twirling your bod
Top or Bottom? (StevexReader) One-Shot by PhoenixAngel7, literature
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Top or Bottom? (StevexReader) One-Shot
It was a typical Sunday night of you and the other Avengers sitting around in a large table talking to one another. Sunday was the day you all got together to hang out and just tell each other what you had been doing this past week. After all the information had been exchanged and everyone was caught up with each other's lives, that's when the fun started. Tony of course cracked lots of jokes as well as Clint and Thor stuffed his face while Steve was learning new slang with each sentence that left everyone's mouth. Natasha and Bruce had both loosened up but that was probably because of the beer they were drinking. You of course were playing a
Suck-a-Thumb (2P Daddy!Germany x Wife!Reader) by Silver-KitsuneNeko, literature
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Suck-a-Thumb (2P Daddy!Germany x Wife!Reader)
“MUTTI!” Tom ran downstairs and ran to his mother. Franz was laughing and holding up a pee soaked bed sheet. Tom looked miserable and was sobbing. ________ stared.
“Oh Tom, don’t tell me you had another one!”
“I-I’m sorry Mutti!” the little boy sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. ________ bent down and wiped her little cheeks.
“It’s okay dear. I know you didn’t mean to,”
“Kesesesese you’re going to have to wear a diaper again!” Franz laughed.
“Stop teasing your brother Franz!”
“But Mutti! Only babies wet the bed!”
&l
Master of Ravens by ladyjaida, literature
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Master of Ravens
Master of Ravens
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My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of
Levi x Reader- Christmas Game by Usagii-chaan, literature
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Levi x Reader- Christmas Game
Warning: You're about to read mature and explicit content
“Awww common!”
Shouted Connie obviously trying to convince Mikasa to play a stupid Christmas game. He and Sasha had been going around getting people to agree to play the silly little game to commemorate the day before Christmas.
Mikasa just frowned. She glared at him obviously pissed for all the begging he had been doing for the past ten minutes or so.
“Mikasa! Everybody is playing!”
He began debating with her once more. Tired of his presence she turned around determined to leave the room before she saw Eren coming in. Her eyes sparkled as he headed toward
Make me laugh ::EnglandxReader:: by Delicious-Tomato, literature
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Make me laugh ::EnglandxReader::
“Uuuugh man this bites…” America slumped onto the couch
“MAPLE!”
He quickly jumped off landing on his bum
“Haha! Sorry about that Canada!”
“Eh, it’s okay…” He whispered quietly.
America took the seat next to the Canadian with the same expression plastered on his face since he came in;
Guilty and frustrated.
“Eh…what’s wrong America?” Canada asked the depressed American.
“Uh, well, England seems to be down again today and won’t watch any horror movies with me!” He crosses his arms making fishy lips
“Eh, what do you mean
Lilly in Jester prison by InmateVal, literature
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Lilly in Jester prison
In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.
[same damn difference.] drunk!levi ackerman II by erianna3707, literature
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[same damn difference.] drunk!levi ackerman II
“I’m going to kill him…” You growled, running down another flight of stairs and dashing out on the main floor to the mess hall. Man, were his promises weak.
Ever since that eventful night, you and Levi had officially started dating, becoming more intimate with each other, and overall just more loving in general. But being the Lance Corporal’s girlfriend had a bit of a disadvantage- he had to constantly be out late at meetings with the monarchy. That left you alone at night, sitting on his bed and waiting for him to come back. He had a fairly decent schedule, coming back home whenever he
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 by beanz65, literature
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The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 Part 7, David spends another evening under his dominant sister's thumb… and toes. CW:Femdom, Forced Feminization, Sisterdom, light Momdom, Chastity, Humiliation and Maid Work. I stood up and walked over to Jenna where she stood in my doorway. I should clarify (and maybe this is obvious), we are fraternal twins, not identical. She was quite a bit shorter than me. But the dominant smirk she wore on her face made me feel 1 inch tall compared to her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a lacy yellow pair of panties. "Go put these on in the bathroom. Then come back here." I nodded and was reminded of my sister's joy of humiliation as I replied. "Yes, Princess Jenna." My eyes grew wide as my voice was still low and sultry. I realized that Kathy had (probably intentionally) failed to tell me to stop using that voice! Jenna almost fell over laughing as I blushed and rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and stripped off my pants and boxer briefs. I froze in horror when I did. Kathy had also not removed my chastity cage! When I slid the panties on, my manhood was still compressed and out of sight, leaving me looking smooth down there! I realized that a program might make me ignore the discomfort! Panicking, I slid my pants back on, put my boxer briefs in my pocket and returned to my bedroom where I saw Jenna doing something by my dresser. She looked up and noticed me. "Come here, I have something to show you." I walked over and saw that she was at my underwear drawer. I was shocked by what I saw! The drawer was filled to the brim with panties in all colors and styles. There was everything from soft microfiber panties to skimpy g-strings. I looked at her in shock and found her grinning back at me. "Come on, slave. I'll explain." With that, she closed my drawer, turned on her heels and walked to her room, with her subservient slave in tow. When we entered her room, she closed the door behind us, sat on the edge of her bed, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. Without another word, I knelt in front of her. She smirked down at me, clearly enjoying every second of this. "So you're probably wondering about the panties. Well, Kathy was texting me today and told me all about your session today." A cold chill of dread ran down my back. She knew about my humiliating day of objectification and humiliation? Jenna smiled, nodded and continued. "That's right, she told me all about what you said in today's session. How you don't respect women, how you hold deep resentment toward us and how you fantasize about dominating and abusing us." I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't know EVERYTHING. I looked up at Jenna and was surprised to see sympathy, understanding and caring. "She… she said that it was rooted in dad leaving us and never knowing him. David, dad hurt all of us when he left. I grew up without him too. I feel the same pain you do. You know that right?" I was stunned. Was this a real conversation happening?! She called me 'David' and was speaking from the heart. Was this a sign that she was softening to my plight? Had Kathy made a misstep by bringing dad into this? I nodded to Jenna, letting her know that I understood. Jenna took a deep breath and her face returned to its dominant expression. "Good, then you'll understand what I'm about to say. It's not fair to blame mom and me for his leaving. You are punishing us and all women for what a man did, and that ends here! Kathy says that getting you in touch with your feminine side will help you work past this deep set hatred you have and she insists that the more degrading this is, the more helpful it will be for you." And there it was. Kathy hadn't made a mistake, she had made sure that new torturous punishments and treatment could 'ethically' be introduced at home. And as far as she knew, Jenna could now let loose and think that she was helping her brother. I could have killed Kathy in that moment, but even that thought sent a painful jab straight through my brain. "So to help you, Kathy used CashApp earlier to send me money to buy you panties." She started cackling as she continued. "Because it's probably pretty hard to try and act like some big, tough, strong man when your in frilly little girl panties!" When she finished, she fell over laughing at the absurdity of the idea. I could only kneel and take it until she finished. "So, let's help you get more in touch with your girly side. You'll give me a manny/peddy with French tips. Oh wait." She grabbed her phone and scrolled through some text messages. "Kathy said to tell you 'Make my nails perfect and make them FRENCH.'" That was the trigger word. I looked on her bed and saw that she had all of her nail polishing supplies ready. My body took the supplied and got started. I spent an hour, bent over and painstakingly painting each nail to perfection. My hands and back got sore from the posture, but my brain prod wouldn't let me stop until each nail was perfect. After I was done, Jenna looked like she had more for me to do, but we heard mom coming up the stairs calling my name. Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked at me. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be selfish with the household slave. Go. But stop using that stupid voice. Kathy said mom doesn't know everything and that's probably for the best. She said, "If you don't respond well to my order to check your phone." I took out my phone and saw I did have a text from Kathy. Kathy: Your sister said she enjoyed your voice, but speak normally to your mother. She doesn't need to know what's going on yet. Give me time, one day you'll be an obedient little sissy slave both at my house and your mother's. I promise you that. I groaned as I left Jenna's room and found mom at the top of the stairs. She looked a little annoyed with me. "David, I really appreciate the changes you're making and I'm very happy with your progress, but you are not living up to your new commitments. The laundry is piling up in the laundry room and that was something you said you would handle." I felt a sharp pain in my head, my punishment for failing in my duties. "I'm so sorry mom. I have no excuse. I'll get started on it right away." Mom raised an eyebrow. "Yes you will, but you owe me something first. Come with me." I followed mom to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. "My feet are so sore. Rub them for me and tell me how your session went today." With that, mom kicked off her shoes and put her stockinged feet on my lap. I spent about 20 minutes rubbing her feet and regurgitating the cover story that was implanted in my mind. As I spoke, mom's attitude toward me changed, becoming less annoyed and more understanding. "Oh David. I always suspected that your dad leaving had some effect, but you never wanted to talk to me about it. I'm so sorry that you feel so hurt that you strike out against others. But Kathy is right, you have to stop punishing others for your pain. Does that make sense?" I nodded my head. "Yes mom. I'm so sorry for taking my anger out on you and all women. I realize now that my male hormones and affinity towards violence led me down this destructive path. I hope that my chores and service will help me get a new, more constructive perspective." I gritted my teeth at the words I was saying. Forcing me to blame my male hormones would just sink in the fact that I would be better off as a sissy! Darn that woman! I endured another punishing mental jab for that sentiment. Mom was smiling at me. "Wow, Kathy is really helping you get a new perspective! Well, my feet and mind feel much better. Get the laundry done before you go to bed okay?" I nodded, knowing that the laundry would probably only take me about an hour and a half. I got to the laundry room and found a modest stack of laundry. I got to work, but was heavily guided by my mental prod. First of all, I found that I needed to separate panties from the rest of the clothes. As I started a load of darks, I carried the panties to the sink and to my chagrin, I started hand washing them all. As I did the laundry, I found that there were new thorough practices that must have been part of my new chore programming. I hand washed the panties and stockings, made sure that the washer and dryer setting were uniquely set for each individual load and after the dryer, I found myself ironing each individual piece of clothing. It took me hours of slaving over each individual garment and sorting the clothes into different laundry baskets. By the time I carried the baskets and set mom's clothes by her door and Jenna's clothes by hers, it was well after midnight. I dragged myself into bed, physically exhausted from the non-stop chores and mentally exhausted from the torture, humiliation and mental discipline I had suffered throughout the day. As I laid down, I wondered how I could possibly go on another day, but then I saw Kathy's sadistic smile in my minds eye and heard her voice in my head, answering my miserable thoughts. "You'll go on because I own you, and I say so." To be continued…
Punk!Daddy!Levi x Teacher!Reader: Quick to judge by iSpiritual, literature
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Punk!Daddy!Levi x Teacher!Reader: Quick to judge
Being a kindergarten teacher was something that you had always inspired to be, you loved children so it was always the perfect job for you. There was always something about kindergarten that checked all the boxes, it was were children learned the basic skills to be able to continue on with there education, to go on an become something great. You loved the children you worked with just as equally as they loved you, teaching them made you happy.
You began you morning routine, before pulling on your work clothes they were never anything special, relaxed but professional. A pencil skirt and a blouse of a color that took your fancy and a black ca
Taking Jessica by justjoe811, literature
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Taking Jessica
activities are 18 or older I'm a 54 year old widower and empty nester. I lost my wife of 20 years to covid during the pandemic. My son 22 had followed my, my father's and his father's foot steps and was serving as a USAF Security Forces member in the UK, and my daughter 19 was finishing up her sophomore year of college. So I live alone in a large 4 bedroom house. My wife and I had been nudists from the start of our marriage and raised our children that way. When our son hit puberty, she asked me if it would be fine that when he turned 18, she took his virginity, and I agreed but only if our son agreed and that I could take our daughter's if she agreed when she hit 18. So when my daughter entered puberty, my wife sat her down and gave her "The birds & the bees" talk. Afterward, my wife told my daughter a few things. Afterward, my wife and daughter agreed upon a few things. 1. If she had any questions to come to her and ask. 2. She could date boys, maybe even kiss them, but they had to first come to the house and pass her father's muster. 3. Most importantly, her virginity belonged to her father, and he was going to collect it on her 18th birthday. June 2021 It was a few days before my daughter's 18th birthday, and I'd made arrangements for everyone to meet at her favorite restaurant the Saturday night before her birthday on Sunday. I desperately wished that my wife was with us to help her, but I'd lost her to the covid the year before. So I had to plan everything. Saturday rolls around. I get up a bit late (7:00 instead of 5:30). Fix breakfast and go knock on my daughter's door and tell her that breakfast is ready. She comes out of her room beaming and says excitedly, "Tomorrow's the big day, daddy," hugs me and kisses my cheek. We walk hand in hand, Daddy and his little girl to the dining room table and eat our breakfast. I tell her that I have to run a few errands before her party that night and hand her some cash telling her to go have a spa day. I suggest that she get a mani pedi, her hair done, and anything else that she can think of. She thanks me and, after breakfast, goes to call her friends and cousin (Stacy) and asks them all if they want to go have a spa day, and most of them say yes. Once my daughter is on her way, get dressed and head up to the mall in Asheville. As I'm walking to Victoria's Secret, I text her and ask what color of nail polish she is getting, and she texts back one hand half done in a deep ruby red color. I thank her for her input, but she texts back why, and I reply, "Reason." At Victoria's Secret, I pick out two sexy sets of lingerie that compliment her nails with the help of the sales staff. One just a bra & panties and the other a bra, panties, garter, stocking set with a matching robe. I get two pairs of open toed high heels, one a more conservative pair to match the first set, the other a pair of "stripper" stilettos to match the second set. I go buy her a nice dress to also match the first set. I stopped for a haircut, and to get a new sports jacket, pants, shirt & shoes to also compliment her dress. My final stop was by a wine shop to buy a couple of bottles of a nice sweet fruity red wine (honestly, wine was never my thing, and I bought what I liked). On the way home, I stopped at a car wash and washed the filthy beast that I called my truck. Once home, I hide the wine, the stripper heels, and the second negligee set in my closet and wait for my daughter's return with everything else boxed or bagged up for her on the table. When she returned, she models her nails, both fingers and toes, and her new hair do. Her makeup had already been applied her lips were the same deep ruby red as her nails. She was wearing eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner. I asked if she'd be able to refresh her makeup, and she jiggled a little bag and said, "Of course, Daddy. I sweep my hand over to the table, indicating her presents waiting for her, and say, "Happy birthday, baby girl." She goes over opens everything Saya that she loves it, then looking at the lingerie says, "naughty daddy, not until tomorrow." "That's for the party tonight, honey." So she gathered up her "loot" and headed to her bedroom to get changed. I went to my room to do the same. When she came out of her room, she was absolutely stunning. Her new dress accentuated the 34D/25/34 curves of her 5' 9" 123 lbs frame. I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture. I told her that I thought that she was gorgeous, and she did a little twirl. She then looked at me and said, "damn dad, you're handsome too." "Thanks hun" I responded and put my elbow out for her to grab, which she did. That evening, I opened every door for my little princess and helped her get into and out of my truck each time. We had a wonderful dinner with her friends and our family, and she was immensely embarrassed when the wait staff brought out her birthday cake and sang their birthday song to her. After dinner, I drove us home, and we chatted about the big day tomorrow. I told her that when we got home that she should go to bed as soon as she could and that I'd take care of tomorrow when the time was right. At the house, once I parked, I got out, ran around the truck, opened her door, and helped her down. As I did, she kissed me on the lips lovingly and thanked me for the clothes and for the wonderful evening. I walked her to the door and as I opened it she looked at me with tears in her eyes "Thanks dad I just wish that mom was here to see how wonderful a man you are," as she went broke down and cried. I embraced her, pulling her face into my chest, and patted her back, trying to comfort her. When she stopped crying, I stepped back and looked at her, bringing her chin up with the fore & middle finger of one hand, "You're mother knew what kind of man I was, Jess. Why do you think she married me?" And she laughed. I told her that I loved her and that it was time for her to go to bed, which she did. As my daughter (17F at the time her 18th birthday was the next day) went to bed, I (52M) started getting ready for the morrow. I first refilled my big water pitcher in the kitchen & retrieved 2 wine glasses and a wine bottle opener from the cabinet. I had been drinking water as if it had been going out of style since Friday afternoon, trying to make sure that I was well enough hydrated to complete my tasks on my daughter's special day. I got out her other presents, the complete negligee set, matching "stripper" heels, and wine. I put the wine in the "hotel/dorm room" refrigerator in my room. I broke out the candles and silk sheets that my wife bought for her daughter's 18th birthday the last year before she got sick. And a nice 18th birthday card that I'd bought my daughter a week ago. I wrote in the card: My dear daughter, Today, you become a woman. I shall take from you the last of your childhood. However, in return, I shall gift "Daddy's little girl" a token of womanhood so that she may "Smell like mommy for daddy." Know this, you are now, always have been and always shall be "Daddy's little girl." My love for you shall never diminish. Love Dad Ps. I told you that what was on the table was for last night. Put these on and come to my room at 8:00 sharp. Don't knock, the door's open, and I'm expecting you I finally refilled the pitcher and then went to bed. Having consumed several gallons of water the previous day and a half, I had to get up several times to use the bathroom. On one such trip very early in the morning (12:00 something), I eased through the house and deposited my other presents by my daughter's door. Making sure that the card was on top under the last bottle of her mother's favorite perfume that I had (because as a little girl, she always wanted to "smell like mommy for daddy"). I then went back to bed. I awoke at my usual 5:30, I straightened my room and replaced the bed sheets with the silk sheets and set the candles up around the room but waited until to the last minute to light. While I washed the old sheets, I fixed a continental breakfast. I staged it on her mother's desk in my room with an opened bottle of chilled wine and the two wine glasses. I shaved, took a shower, put on some cologne, and waited for 8:00 in an easy chair in my room. 8:00 Jessica's 18th birthday My bedroom door slowly opens, the motion of the opening sucking the air behind Jessica forward and into the room. The intoxicating scent of her mother's perfume expertly placed upon her nubile young body awakens my manhood. She stood there for a moment, and I took in the sight of my 18 year old daughter wearing the negligee set that I'd picked out for her. I noticed that she'd left the robe open, allowing me to see how well the bra, panties, garter, and stockings all accentuated the 34D/25/34 curves of her 5' 9" 123 lbs frame. She looked better than the dress of the night before, so I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture again. Her makeup fit the color to a "T." I'd thought that she was stunning the night before, but the way that she looked at that moment could only be described as heavenly. I watched as she sexily walked into the room. When she was about a third way into the room, I stood up, looked at her, and said, "You look absolutely ravishing, dear." To which she responded, "Do you promise daddy? " I smiled, said l, "Yes I do," and turned to the breakfast bar hearing her say,"Oooh. Daddy, in a sultry voice. I retrieved the wine glass and poured us both half a glass. I handed one to her, and she looked at it quizzically. "My dear, as your father, I approve of your having a bit of wine on special occasions, and this my dear daughter is such an occasion." I clicked my glass to hers and toasted "to your childhood, may you forever remember it, and how you lost it with happiness and joy." And we each took a sip. I then took the glass from her and, in the process, smelled her wrist and the drop of her mother's perfume there. I placed both on the desk, turned back to her, and stepped into her, and we embraced. The "stripper" heels that she was wearing put her 5' 9" frame eye to eye with my 6' 2" frame. I could feel the silky material of her lingerie against my skin. It and the smell of the perfume on her neck and throat drove me wild. I looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you, my baby girl," and kissed her. The kiss while still loving it wasn't like the night before. There was more lust and want in it. I moved from her lip to her ears, neck, and throat. She said that she loved me too. While I could do to her just about anything that I wanted, at that moment, I just d wanted to keep kissing and holding her. In the back of my mind was a tiny little voice that sounded like my late wife, and it said, "Take your time with her dear, you have all day." I (52M) stood there, holding my daughter (18F) close to my chest. I held my left hand firmly on the small of her back and my right between her shoulder blades and right on top of her bra clasp. I was kissing, biting, and tonguing her lips, ears, neck, and throat. When I kissed her lips, she moaned into my kiss. When my mouth was elsewhere, she'd say, "Oh daddy," "I like that daddy," "Oh god, daddy, I'm so wet." While I could do to her just about anything that I wanted, at that moment, I just wanted to keep kissing and holding her. In the back of my mind was a tiny little voice that sounded like my late wife, and it said, "Take your time with her dear, you have all day." As I held and kissed her, I wanted to show her what a good man, a patient man, a loving man would do for her. I wanted her to know the love that a "REAL" man would show her. Show her the kind of man that her mother wanted and had. Somewhere in the back of my mind whispered that same little voice of my late wife, "That's it dear, ruin her for any other man, spoil her to the point that no other man can compare to you." I don't know how long we kissed. "Daddy... Oh god, daddy," she finally said, panting, "I'm so wet, daddy... I can feel my juices running down my thighs, Daddy... Please, Daddy, can we do it now?" Looking her in the eye, " We've a long way to go, baby girl, and all day to do it." At that point, I pinched her bra clasp and released her beautiful breasts. I brought both hands up to her shoulders and dropped her robe off of them, and pulled her bra off as well. I took a step back, still holding her bra, and took in the beautiful sight of her breasts. Granted, I'd seen them every day for her whole life, but at that moment, it was like I was seeing them for the first time. They were perfect "D" cups with 2-3" diameter medium tan areolas and very erect nipples."Baby girl, your breasts are absolutely gorgeous," I said. "Thanks, Daddy." I stepped back in embrace and kissed her because I wanted to feel those beautiful bare breasts against my bare chest. That time, we French kissed when I broke the kiss, I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. I looked her in the eyes and told her that I wanted her to sit on the edge of the bed and lay back. Before I went any further, I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture for a third time. "Daddy, why do you keep taking my picture," she asked. I looked at her, smiled at her, and asked, "Where is your phone, Jess?" "In my room, Daddy." "Good, girl Jess," I said as I scrolled through my photo albums, until I found the one that I was looking for, and sent it to her phone, "The answer is currently in your in box Jess, and you can find out later today." I then laid next to her and started kissing her again. After a while, I started kissing my way down her body, stopping first to kiss, suck, nibble on, and play with her delightful breasts and nipples. As I did, I both smelled and tasted a drop of perfume between her wonderful breasts. It was intensely pleasant for me to listen to her moans and the occasional "Please daddy, im soaking wet down there," "Please daddy, I'm really ready daddy" as I orally worshiped her breasts. Wherever I wasn't kissing, licking, or sucking on her breasts I'd look up at her and say in response to her pleading "I don't think that daddy's little girl is ready yet," "That's not part of the plan yet honey," "have I told you how beautiful you are this morning baby girl?" When I thought I'd spent enough time on her gorgeous breasts, I started kissing my further south. She realized where I was going and she sat up and said,"Oh no, daddy, you don't need to do that," she said, touching the crotch of her panties with three fingers of her right hand. "I'm so fucking wet right now, daddy" she continued retrieving a dollop of her feminine juices and bringing it up for me to see. I gently took her hand and placed the wet fingers in my mouth, and tasted my daughter for the very first time. "You're absolutely delicious, baby girl, I'm definitely on the right track." "You think so, Daddy," she asked? I smile at her as I reached down and touched her virgin pussy for the first time, and got a bit of her cream on my fingers, "Taste it for yourself," as I put those fingers in her open mouth. "Oh god, Daddy, I do taste good." I kissed my way down her abdomen to her navel and started tonguing it and her piercing there. She just looked down at me and just moaned. I didn't spend a lot of time playing with her navel piercing before I worked my way down to her sopping wet virgin pussy. I got off of the bed and knelt on the floor between her knees. I reached up and grabbed the waist band of her panties and started pulling them off of her hips. She instinctively raised her hips to allow me to remove them. I eased them down her thighs and off of her calves and feet. I put them to my nose and inhaled the musky scent of my daughter's virgin pussy. They were so wet that a crazy idea occurred to me. "Jess baby, watch this," and I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and wrung out her panties in my mouth. "Oh my God daddy that was so fucking hot," she said, "Please eat my pretty little kitty daddy." "I knew that you'd eventually come around." I tossed her panties aside, moved in closer to her, beautiful untouched vagina. I placed her thighs on my shoulders and looked at her love juices covering her thighs, and I proceeded to lick them clean. Her eyes got big, as I did so. I (52M) moved in closer to her (18F), beautiful untouched vagina, inhaling her wonderful musky scent. I placed her thighs on my shoulders and looked at her love juices covering her thighs and soaking her stockings. As I proceeded to lick her thighs and suck her juicesoutvof her stockings, her eyes got big, and she started to moan. I licked both thighs, groin creases, her outer lips, and finally, her outer lips, and she was very vocal during the process. Once, I'd cleaned up all of her delicious salty and creamy juices, I reached up and parted her outer lips. The sight of the inner portions of my daughter's vagina was beautiful, and I could see her intact hymen inside of her opening. My first lick was from her tight little anus to her clitoris. As I said before, she tasted heavenly, and her response was even more vocal. I kissed, licked, sucked, and tongue fucked her beautiful slit. I alternated working on her clit, vaginal opening, and her tight little butt hole. It wasn't long before she said that she was cumming (I honestly thought that she'd been on the edge for a while and me starting to pay attention to her vagina sent her over the edge). I eagerly lapped up her cum as she did. I continued what I was doing, and she soon had a second orgasm, more I intense than the first. She grabbed the back of my head and held my face against her pussy. Her reactions to her third, fourth, and fifth orgasms got more intense each time until, on her fifth, she was squeezing my head with her thighs. She'd been vocal the entire time, but during the fifth orgasm she screamed, "Daddy, please. Oh God, Daddy. PLLEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEEEE FUUCCCKKKK MMEEEE DDAAADDDDDYYYYYY!" With her body still spasming in post orgasmic bliss, I removed her thighs from my shoulders and got up off of the floor. Turned to where the wine glasses were, picked them up, poured them both into one, set the empty one down, and turned back to Jessica, who was laying on her back breathing heavily with her eyes closed. "Jess," I said, "Please drink this." "Drink what, Daddy?" "This," I said, offering the full glass of wine. She sat up and asked "Thanks daddy, but why," while taking the offering? I picked up my favorite strawberry & vanilla edible lube from the nightstand and squirted a good measure in my hand and simply responded with, "It's time." She looked at me with a smile then at the glass, and her expression changed to one of confusion. "Baby girl, what's about to happen will hurt. It may be more bearable with that in your system. So drink it all down," I said while lubricating my rigid manhood with the lube. She looked again at the glass and again at me with a smile on her face, drank the wine, and placed the glass on the nightstand with the lube. "Now baby, I want you to move over to the middle of the bed and spread your legs a bit?" As she moved, I got into the bed with her and positioned myself between her legs. I leaned over her, looked her in the eye, and said, "Jessica, I love you so much. You'll never know how much," and I leaned in and lovingly kissed her." She eagerly returned my kiss, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me down into an embrace. As we kissed, I reached down and placed the head of my well lubricated & erect penis at the opening of her virgin vagina and eased it inside until I felt resistance. She broke the kiss wide-eyed and said, "Ooh." I repositioned to an angle with better leverage and looked my darling daughter in the eyes and said,"Jess baby, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you." "Is there an easy way, Daddy?" "I'm sorry baby, but the only way that I can think of is to just push straight in. You know baby, in life there are somethings that you can't take baby steps at, and have to just make a leap into, and this is one of them." She had a concerned look on her face. "Baby, I have an idea about how I may share in your pain." This piqued her interest. "Place both of your hands between my arms and body, and when you're in pain, dig your nails into my back." "But daddy, I'll hurt you," she said with genuine concern. "Don't worry about me baby your dad's tough enough to take it. Finally, baby, I'm going to need you to take a few deep breaths and relax." "Okay daddy, I'll do that," she said as she followed my instructions. Once her arms were around my body, I looked her in the eyes again and said, "I love you, Jessica." "I love you too, Daddy." I leaned in gave her a loving kiss and thrust my manhood deeply into her. She moaned into my kiss and dug her nails deeply into my back. I rested there my full length in my daughter's freshly deflowered pussy. I broke the kiss, leaned back, and looked Jess in the eyes again and said, "I'm going to wait until you tell me to start before I start moving, baby." "Thanks daddy," she said through gritted teeth and with a pained look on her face, "just give me a minute." I leaned in and kissed her and wanted on her to give the go ahead. I (52M) was in a modified "Leaning Rest" position over my daughter (18F). I was watching her breathing deeply. My erect manhood was firmly ensconced inside her newly de-flowered womanhood. I had just thrust it in and was awaiting her to tell me to continue making love to her. She had her eyes closed and was breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. For some reason, I found her breathing attractive. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Please begin, Daddy." "Okay baby," I said as I slowly started pumping into her. Like an enginge's crankshaft and piston, I pumped in, to the left and pulled out to the right. Looking her in the eyes, I said, "Oh, baby, you're so tight." "Daaaddy, I waaaas ahhh vigin until just ahhhh few minutes aaaagoooo. God daaaddy, you're sooooo biiig," she moaned. I increased my pace, and she moaned some more. She soon moaned, "Oooh daaaddyyy, thaaat feeeels sooo gooood, pleeeaaaseee doooon't stoooop." I could feel her vagina start to spasm, and she moaned, "Ooooh fuuuck, daaaddyyy, I'mmmm cummmming." As she came, she rolled her head back, taking the weight of her upper body on her head and neck, her elbows rested on the bed, and her hands were widespread as the spasms of her first penis to vagina orgasm wracked her body. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful when you cum," I told her, as I continued making love to her, gradually increasing my pace until by her third time the room was filled with wet skin slapping wet skin. Her response was identical each time, and I told her how beautiful she was each time. Soon, she moaned, "Daaaaddyyy, I'mmm aaabooouut took cuuummm aaagaaiinn." Her spasms were getting to me, "Baby... I'm about to cum myself," I said. "I'mmm cuuummmming daaaddy," she moaned. "I am too, baby," I said as I ejaculated rope after rope of my semen deep into my daughter's vagina. Looking deeply into her eyes, I said, "I love you so much, Jessica," I pumped the last rope into her. "I love you too, Daddy," she responded with tears in her eyes. Returning to the leaning rest position, with my penis still inside her I asked her, "Why the tears, baby," reaching up to wipe a tear from her eye?. "I'm just so happy daddy. Thank you so much." "You're welcome, baby," I said as I slid out of her and rolled over onto my side. I leaned in and passionately kissed her, then got up out of bed, retrieved my phone and snapped one photo of just her forst creampie and another of her laying in my bed wearing only her garter, stockings and heels. She looked at me and again asked, "What's with the photos, Daddy?" And snswered, "I'm sending them to your brother because your mother sent me, and I forwarded to you this morning the photos that your mother took when she took his virginity photos." She said, "Okayl." "Do you want me to send your photos to your brother." She thought about it and said, "i think that would be hot daddy." "Well baby, I have one more picture to take of you ,and I'll send him the whole group." What's tgat faddy?" "Your first facial." She giggled and said, "Cool." By this time, I'm a bit hungry and turn to the staged breakfast. Picked up a saucer, a blueberry bagel, and smear some butter on it while turning back to her, "Are you hungry, baby?" "Yes, I am dad, I'll have one of those, please?' I handed her the saucer and bagel, refilled her wine glass, and handed it back to her, too. I then made myself another and poured myself more wine as well. As I was about to sit down on the edge of the bed, I noticed the time on the alarm clock it was 10:00, and I smiled. As we ate, I looked at Jessica and asked, "You did take your birth control pills this morning?" "Yes, I did, Daddy. I've taken them every day like clockwork since mom took me to get them after our 'talk'." I smiled at her, "I love you, Jessica." "I love you too, Daddy." And we continued eating our breakfast. About an hour after Jessica and I ate, I got hard again, and we made love again. All told we made love five times that day, the last of which included my daughter's first facial. In the days that followed and even unto today when ever Jessica is home, we make love as often as we can. Her brother even joins in now whenever their both in town, but what initially happened between Jessica and Jr. is up for one of them to write about.
