Where do I begin?

Chapter One: “Where do I begin?”

 

Where do I begin?

 

Yes, I know that’s the title of a corny old pop song, one of my Daddy’s favourites in fact, but it’s also a genuine question. I don’t know where to begin to tell you how I’ve ended up where I am; deeply, truly, in love with myself, my own body, my dear old Dad, oh, and being humiliated by him in the most degrading and painful ways imaginable.

 

I’ll start with me. As I said, I love myself, and I love to love myself, you know what I mean? I’m twenty-three years old, a tall brunette, slightly too large round the bum, slightly too thin round the waist, which makes my tits look too big too; and I have the most sensitive nipples on my big tits; they’re almost always erect. As I said, I love myself. Just looking at myself in the mirror, naked with high-heels, I turn myself on. I make good money running a design consultancy, and I love anything and everything to do with sex; I really do mean anything and everything, you’ll see.

 

So where am I now?

 

Well, right now I’m standing in the baking afternoon sun, naked, except for my heels, of course, in the walled garden of my father’s summer cottage in southwest France. He’s got me standing bent forward at the waist with my legs straight, feet about shoulder width apart. My soft, full tits swing freely from my body as I gently squeeze my stiff nipples. Immediately behind me, also naked, my Dad’s sitting in the shade of an umbrella, on the edge of a chair with his legs spread very wide, the inside of his legs pressing against the back of my calves. His stiff cock bobs in front of his body, and as I look at him, backwards between my legs, a smear of his precum oozes gently from its tip and trickles down its shaft.

 

With both hands he gently strokes the deep red stripes, my badges of office as his Baby Girl, which mark the otherwise perfect pale skin of my arse. Keeping my legs straight, I point my feet inward to an uncomfortable degree in order to give him a good view of my most personal entrance, my arsehole, which is of course my anus if you’re being technical. He loves it and I love him. Like the rest of my body, my arse is his toy to play with. He can do anything and everything he desires with me.

 

“I’ll do your tits now, spread your cheeks for me now, Baby.”

 

Our hands touch briefly, and he squeezes mine affectionately as he reaches forward for my nipples and I stretch back with both my hands to spread my rear cheeks a little further for him. He leans forward and I feel his hot breath between my legs, on my wet pussy and my aforementioned arsehole.

 

Then I close my eyes and I feel his soft, wet tongue lick gently between my cheeks. He slowly licks up, over my anus, almost to the small of my back, then back down to pause again over my sweet, dark rose bud. I flex my sphincter muscles suggestively, and rock my pelvis so that I stroke the tip of his tongue with my arsehole, enticing him to further probe me with his tongue.

 

 He slaps each of my tits hard.

 

“Keep still, Baby Girl!”

 

I immediately freeze, and his tongue once again licks up between my bum cheeks, then back down the dark, pungent valley to what is our favourite of my body’s entrances.

 

“Spread more.”

 

I arch my back more, and with both hands pull my cheeks further apart; now I’m stretching my arsehole in to a tight smile, and I’m rewarded when I feel him lean further forward to bring his lips into contact with it. My Daddy is kissing my arse, deeply kissing, licking, sucking, and actually penetrating my arsehole with his tongue. I feel it slip in and out of me a few times and even though my temperature is rising, I do my best to keep still for him.

 

“Bend more, baby, bend yourself double. I want to use your tits.”

 

He edges further forward in his chair and draws his body as erect and tall as he can while still sitting, and he cranes his neck forward and continues to kiss and lick my anus as I bend myself forward even more, so that I am now bent double; my upper body is now completely upside down.

 

Grasping my full, fleshy tits in his hands, he squeezes them tightly around his stiff cock and slides them up and down against his cock, up its full length, then back down again, pulling his foreskin up and down on the tip of his stiff, hard cock. His tongue enters my arse again and again, faster and faster, in rhythm with his hands on my tits as he grinds them into his cock, up and down, until with a deep grunt, his whole body suddenly shudders, and his tongue and hands move faster and faster. Then he thrusts himself forward, squeezing his cock hard between his body and mine, and brutally empties himself between my tits and all over my stomach, as I stand, naked except for my heels, bending over him with my arse thrust in his face and his hands tightly squeezing my tits round his cock.

 

He continues use my tits to milk his cock for some minutes, smearing more and more of his spunk over my soft flesh, and still he keeps pushing forward with his cock and his tongue, until he is completely drained, his sticky cum glistening on my body in the hot French afternoon sun.

 

I stand up and turn to face him; he likes to look at me, especially after sex. I pose with my legs apart and my hipbones thrusting forward for a few moments as his cum trickles slowly down across the gentle swell of my stomach. It soaks down into the fragrant tangles of the wide triangle of dark hair on my pubic mound.

 

I say: “Lets clean each other up,”

 

And lie down on my back on the grass in front of him. He kneels down beside me and, bending over, starts to lick my tits clean. I lie still and let him, enjoying the feel, sight, and thought of my own father kneeling over me, licking his own spunk from my naked body. Then he moves to kneel with his thighs on either side of my head and starts to lick and suck my stomach and pubic hair clean. I gently steady his cock with my fingers and raise my head to lick his now flaccid cock, running my tongue up and down the length of the shaft, then, pulling his foreskin back, lick round and round the tip of my his cock, licking it clean of his sticky semen.

 

We continue licking and sucking each other’s bodies for some minutes. We are both clean when he suddenly says,

 

“I need to pee, Baby. In you or on you?”

 

“Both, of course, Daddy,” I reply with a giggle: “Wash my tits and tummy clean with your piss. Shall I aim it for you?”

 

I reach up and direct the point of his cock at the valley between my tits and wait. In a few seconds I am rewarded first by a few splashes, then a steady stream, of his hot pee, straight from his cock to my waiting, slim body. It runs down my stomach from between my tits to soak my pubic hair. I spread my legs and push my hipbones forward slightly to allow his hot pee to run down between my legs, over, between, and into the lips of my cunt. Then I point his still pissing cock at my face and place its tip into my open mouth. I keep my mouth open, allowing it to fill till it overflows onto my face before quickly swallowing the mouthful and opening wide again.

 

This happens five or six times, by which time my face, hair, shoulders, in fact my whole upper body, are soaked in my Daddy’s pee, fresh from his cock. For the last few drops I keep my lips tight round his tip, sucking every last drop from him, and swallowing his salty goodness with relish.

 

He’s my Daddy. I love him, and I owe him everything, and I am his, anyway he wants me.

 

 And believe me, dear reader, I do mean any way; read on and you’ll see!