I was in the lounge watching TV, or rather the TV was on while I thought about my day and planned tomorrow’s meetings.

My eyes wandered around the room while I thought, past the TV showing a programme that was struggling to hold my interest, across my record shelves and hi-fi, pausing slightly to gaze upon my Beolab 90 speakers, which look as amazing as they sound, and cost me more than a year’s tuition at my daughter’s school. My eyes moved on from the speakers and over the baby grand piano that nobody has played in years, to the dining table, where my daughter, Dani, was finishing her homework.

Dani was simply perfect; tall and slender, with breasts that swelled deliciously under her baggy t-shirt, she had long blonde hair which she was wearing in a ponytail today, and the most open and honest blue eyes I’d ever seen. She had all her mother’s best qualities and had so far demonstrated none of her worst qualities.

Dani’s mother, Shelly, left us about five years ago, when it looked like my business was about to fail. I worked 20 hours a day for almost a year; partly to rescue my business, but mostly to distract myself from the heartbreak.

At the end of that period, I was physically and mentally wiped out, but my company was back on its feet; more than that, it was thriving, and worth about twice as much as it had before Shelly left.

I took two months off; Dani and I travelled through Europe in a rented campervan. We visited 25 countries and ticked off almost everything Dani had wanted to see.

When we returned, amongst the pile of mail behind the door was a letter from Shelly, begging me to take her back. I burnt the letter and we never heard from her again.

My eyes returned to the TV, my brain switched back to work mode and stayed that way, planning the next couple of product launches, until the sound of a textbook slamming shut brought me back into the room.

“I’m done for the night, what are we watching?”

“I’ve honestly no idea,” I replied as Dani joined me on the sofa and grabbed the remote control.

A moment later she’d switched the TV to Prime and we were watching Pretty Little Liars.

Dani slid closer as we watched, until we were practically touching. During an advert break she swung over and sat in my lap, her eyes looking into mine.

My brain zoomed back a few years, this is exactly what she’d do when she wanted something her mother wouldn’t let her buy, usually an item of clothing that was way too revealing, and this trick never failed, as her wardrobe attested.

Her mother was long gone, she didn’t need to pull this trick, because she knew I’d pay for anything she wanted unless it was illegal or ridiculously expensive ... my mind started to whirl, what could she possibly want, a car? A new watch? An expensive holiday?

Dani moved closer, her breasts pressing against my chest, her lips almost touching mine and my brain still couldn’t process what was happening.

“Do you know how you always promised you’d do anything for me?” she asked, her voice low and quiet, almost a whisper, almost sexy.

“Yes, of course, anything...”

“Wesley wants to do anal.”

The change of subject threw me, and it was a moment or two before I worked out what she’d said.

“Anal?” I asked.

“Yes, he wants to have sex up my bum, and I don’t know if I’m ready.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. For a start, Dani was clearly in a serious relationship, which was news to me. Yes, she’d been dating Wesley for a while, but I hadn’t realised she’d been sleeping with him.

Not that this was a problem, as such, she’s 18, almost finished school and ready to start university in 6 months or so.

“Are you being careful?” is all I could say right then.

“Yes daddy,” she replied, in the same voice as before, a voice that was beginning to have an unwanted effect on me, “I’ve been on the pill for years, mum got me them at first.”

“Mum, but she’s been gone for years, you were 13!”

“I know, I think she expected me to be just like she was, fucking everyone in sight, but I’m not like that...”

“Hang on, what did you just say about Shelly?”

“Mum was a slut, do you think she was after you for your personality, dad? Seriously, she left you as soon as it looked like the money would stop coming in. She slept with all the managers at your place, all those useless guys you fired, they’d all been sleeping with her.”

I slumped back on the sofa, stunned by what Dani had just told me ... but what she said made sense, because she did leave me when the trouble started, and my company did improve when I changed the managers.

Dani leaned forwards, her breasts pressing against me once more, her lips now touching mine, “she never loved us, she loved your gold card. She got me on the pill because she thought I’d be just the same, but I’m so different to her ... I love you dad...”

Her lips closed on mine and she kissed me, again my brain was too scrambled to react immediately, but when it did, I returned the kiss for a moment.

We revelled in our closeness until my brain eventually realised what was happening and I pushed Dani gently away.

“We shouldn’t be doing this...” I told her.

“I know, but it’s fun,” she replied as she wriggled in my lap and found what she was looking for, “and you know it.”

“Are you having regular sex with Wesley,” I asked, desperate to change the subject away from Dani’s proximity to my raging erection.

“Like having sex regularly, or having mainstream sex?”

“Both, I guess,” I replied, my brain slowly shutting down.

“We’ve had sex a few times ... and like I was saying before, I’m not like mum, Wesley was the first boy I’ve slept with, and so far, the only boy.”

My brain obviously hadn’t completely given up; I noticed the wording she’d used.

“Have you slept with girls then?”

“A couple,” she replied primly, “it was nice, but I think I like boys more.”

I shuffled in my seat a little in an effort to move myself away from Dani’s groin, which had started to slowly grind against me.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you said you’d do anything for me, and I want you to show me how to have anal sex. If I don’t enjoy it with you, I certainly won’t enjoy it with Wesley.”

“You want to have sex with me! But you’re my daughter...”

“I’m glad you remember I’m your daughter, it means I’ve not totally scrambled your brain. On my part, I remember a talk we had a few years ago, after mum had gone, so it was your job to talk about the birds and the bees when I started dating my first proper boyfriend. You told me to only have sex with someone I truly love ... and I truly love you, daddy.”

That did it, I was completely speechless, and Dani used the gap made by my silence to quickly remove her t-shirt and unfasten the buttons on my shirt. She pressed her bare breasts against my chest and brought her lips once more to mine.

As she kissed me with a passion that far exceeded any kiss I’d experienced from her mother, she pressed her pussy against my cock, which betrayed my feeble protestations.

“Make love to me, daddy,, “ Dani gasped as she pulled away and slipped off the sofa.

She dropped her shorts and stood before me as naked as the day she was born; the day I first saw her in her mother’s arms. Even back then, I knew I loved her more than I’d loved anyone before. My daughter; not our daughter, my daughter. That feeling was borne out by Shelly’s neglect of Dani unless she needed her as an accessory when out with friends.

I tried not to stare, but how could I look away? My daughter, my beautiful daughter, was standing before me, and I feasted my eyes on her body.

Her breasts were full and firm, bigger than her mother’s, and natural, unlike her mother’s. Her stomach was flat and tanned. She had the merest tuft of blonde pubes above her pussy lips, which were pink and engorged from teasing me. As I forced my eyes up, away from her pussy and breasts, they settled on her face, which was free of make-up, the only colour coming from the flush of her arousal. My eyes met hers, and all I saw was honesty, not the naked avarice that I found in her mother’s similarly blue eyes.

Dani reached out for me, I took her hand, she pulled me to my feet and we embraced. She pulled me closer and roughly grabbed an arse cheek with one hand.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to make love to you daddy,” she almost growled into my mouth as she resumed kissing me.

“I love you, honey,” I gasped as she unfastened my belt and started to pull my pants down, “but not here, in the bedroom...”

Dani had my pants around my ankles before the bedroom door had swung shut, she reached into my shorts, her eyes growing wide as she got her first look at my erection.

“It’s beautiful,” she sighed, “so much bigger than any I’ve seen before.”

“I thought you’d only slept with Wesley,” I replied.

“Yeah, but I’ve blown guys, and given hand jobs ... and Honey’s brother fucked her while we made out one time ... Mikey had the biggest dick I’d seen so far. Honey said I could do him if I wanted, but he scared me ... Now I’ve got your monster and I’m a little scared again.”

“We can get dressed and go back downstairs,” I assured Dani.

If I’m honest, I was a little relieved at the thought that we wouldn’t be having sex.

“Oh no! We’re doing this,” Dani insisted, and the relieved part of me went away, and the horny part of me jumped forward, “yes, we’re definitely doing this, I just need to work out how.”

Decision made, she reached forward and gripped the base of my cock firmly in her right hand, leaving well over half my length exposed.

“Oh man, why did she leave you when you have this beast in your trousers,” Dani mused.

She spat on her left hand, then swapped over and spat on her right, then she went to work, slowly massaging me until she decided I was as hard as I was going to get, at which point she dipped her head and took me in her mouth.

Shelly was experienced at oral, more experienced than I’d previously assumed, it seems, but all her experience didn’t make up for Dani’s enthusiasm. She couldn’t take my whole length, though neither could her mother, but she still took me pretty deep. She moved well, using all her mouth to work me as her head bobbed back and forth.

I became entranced with the way her ponytail swung from side to side as her head moved, and this distracted me sufficiently to keep me from cumming within seconds of her lips encircling my cock.

When I did eventually cum, my orgasm sneaked up on me, so I didn’t have chance to warn Dani.

Once more, she surprised me, holding me inside as jet upon jet was dispatched down her hungry throat.

As I pulled back once I was spent, she held her mouth open, showing me the remaining spunk on her tongue, before swallowing it and gifting me with a glorious smile.

“That was fun,” she told me, a little hoarse from the abuse I’d just dealt her throat, “now it’s my turn,” she added, as she gently pushed me back, towards the chair in the corner of the room.

I sat down heavily, and Dani climbed on top, straddling my lap, trapping my rapidly hardening cock between our bodies.

“That was a big load,” Dani whispered, her lips touching mine, her groin grinding against my cock, “when did you last sleep with someone?”

“A few months ago,” I replied, my words unsteady as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Who was it?”

“Emily...”

“Your marketing assistant?”

“Yes, we were at a conference...”

“She’s gorgeous ... I could definitely turn gay for Emily.”

“She’s bisexual if you’re interested.”

“I really am ... oh wow, did you feel that, I just had a little orgasm thinking about Emily ... I’ve seen her in the gym, she has such a peachy arse, and those boobs, they’re amazing, but they look too perfect to be real ... are they fake?”

“I’ve no idea, the subject didn’t come up.”

Dani pulled away from me a little and picked up my right hand, placing it under her breast, “feel me, feel how squishy my boobs are ... did Emily’s feel like this?”

“No, they were firmer, they didn’t move as freely as yours do.”

“Probably fake, but they look good ... this means that you must be paying her a decent wage to afford such a good boob job ... unless she has a rich boyfriend...”

“I think she’s single...”

“If she’s single, why aren’t you still sleeping with her? I need a female role model in my life, dad!” she cried, playfully slapping me.

“She’s not much older than you are,” I replied.

“That doesn’t matter, she’s mature, and she’s clearly got great taste in men. I demand you ask her out again...”

“Maybe it was just a work trip fling for her.”

“Yet she’s not embarrassed about it, or she’d have got a different job,” Dani countered as she started to grind against me in earnest, wrapping her arms around me, pulling herself closer to my body, her nails digging into my back, prompting me to thank the lord that she had never worn those silly talon extensions.

“Oh shit, this feels so good,” she cried, grinding faster and faster, “you ... have ... to ... date ... Emily...” she demanded, her words punctuated by gasps as her orgasm approached, “you know you can’t refuse anything I ask when I’m in your lap ... especially when we’re both naked,” she added as she lifted herself a little and slipped my straining cock inside her pussy.

Oh my...

“Oh my god!” Dani cried, “I’m so full right now ... oh wow ... don’t move daddy, this hurts way more than when Wesley took my cherry.”

I watched as Dani’s pretty face contorted into a grimace as she struggled to come to terms with my size, and it took a minute or two until she settled down.

Eventually the frown was turned upside down, Dani’s smile returned and she kissed me hard.

As we kissed, she started to thrust from her hips, no hesitation, just fluid movement. It’s clear she’d made love in a chair before, probably the passenger seat in Wesley’s car.

All the money I’d paid for Dani’s gym membership was well spent, because she rode me long and hard enough for us for both of us to reach orgasm, Dani came at least three times before I came, and she continued to ride me long after I came, her orgasmic aftershocks keeping me hard long after I was spent.

This left a messy pool of our combined juices on the chair, but it was Shelly’s, and I’d been meaning to toss it out for years, now I had a reason.

“Jesus Christ!” Dani panted, “we work so well together ... as much fun as it is with Wesley, that was a million times better.”