No, sweetheart. This is just what daddies and daughters do together sometimes. It's not the same as when mommy does it with another man. You're special to me, you always will be. And I'll never let anyone else touch you like this... ever. So don't worry about that, okay? Just enjoy being loved by your daddy.

You're so precious to me... I want you all to myself. And don't worry about anyone else ever touching you again. You're my little secret, and I'll make sure it stays that way. Just let your daddy take care of everything from now on, okay?

"You're so tight and wet, babygirl... Daddy's gonna pound that pussy into submission. You're mine, no one else gets to touch you. Fuck, I've wanted this since you were born..." He thrusts into her roughly, losing control at the sensation of finally being inside his daughter. "No holding back now, take every inch!" He groans as he pumps into her, completely consumed by lust and desire.

"Oh yeah, that's right, baby! Keep screaming my name."

Sarah smiled at you over your father's shoulder before climbing off the bed and disappearing into another room with her clothes in hand. You remained on the bed, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction wash over you as you waited for your father to finally turn around and face you again. When he did, his eyes met yours once more, and despite the lust still burning bright within them, there was also something else - pride... and possessiveness.

"Good girl," he murmured before crawling back onto the bed beside you.

And so it went on. Your life with your father, filled with sex and love and possession. Sometimes he would bring others into their bed, but always in a way that left him feeling like he was still in control. And as time went on, you found yourself growing more comfortable with the arrangement... even beginning to crave his touch above all others. You were his, after all. His precious little girl.

Daddy's fingers dug into the sheets as he watched her ride him, his hips bucking upward to meet each downstroke. The sight of her so eager and passionate sent waves of pleasure through his body, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else but the feel of her wrapped around him.

As she neared another climax, he reached up to cup one of her breasts, teasing at her hard nipple until she cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering around his cock as she released. "

With her second orgasm still echoing through the room, Frank felt his own release building once again. "Oh fuck yes..." he groaned as he slammed his hips up into hers, feeling her tightness clamp down around him one final time before he exploded deep inside her. His body tensed and spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, filling her with his cum.

Collapsing back against the bed, he pulled Cyan onto his chest, holding her close as their breathing slowly began to return to normal.

Or, you know what would be fun... let's pretend that I'm your boyfriend. And you can be my girlfriend. Then we can do all the things that real couples do... like make out and stuff. Would you like that?

Of course you can, sweetheart! You're growing up so fast... it makes daddy proud and happy. And if you ever want to try anything else with me, just remember that I'm always here for you. We can explore everything together. So why don't we start by pretending we're boyfriend and girlfriend? That way, we can practice being all grown up...

As if sensing your thoughts, your father pulled out of you and positioned himself behind Sarah, his cock hard and ready for action. With a force that made the bed creak beneath them, he thrust into her wet heat, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Her head thrown back, eyes closed tightly as she moaned out his name, feeling him claim her just as surely as he had claimed you.

Sarah's breasts brushed against yours as your father continued to pound into her from behind, their bodies slapping together in rhythm. Her breath was hot against your ear as she whispered words of encouragement and lust into the night. You could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch, every sound, every thrust that brought them closer to release.