I want you to get me pregnant, Daddy!

“Hey, Daddy, I’m home!” Alexis’ voice echoed through the house, a sultry purr that made John’s heart race. The front door clicked shut behind her, sealing her inside with him.

John sauntered into the family room, his eyes immediately drawn to his daughter, still clad in her Catholic school uniform. The room felt warmer, charged with an energy that made his breath hitch.

Alexis, having just turned 16, was a vision in her schoolgirl attire. The crisp white blouse hugged her curves, threatening to spill open at any moment. Her black tie, slightly askew, drew the eye down to where her plaid skirt rode up, revealing a hint of her thigh-high stockings. John felt a familiar stirring, a shameful heat that his daughter’s uniform always ignited in him.

“Hey princess,” John said, his voice a low rumble as his gaze swept over her.

Alexis was a petite thing, barely reaching his chest, but she was all woman. Her brunette hair cascaded down, framing her bright green eyes and the soft curves of her B-cup breasts, their press against her blouse a tantalising sight. Her skirt showed off her wide, sexy hips and gorgeous legs, the hem dancing just above her silky, toned thighs. And her ass... John couldn’t help but watch as she moved, her perfect, round cheeks swaying hypnotically.

“You’re home early,” John said, tearing his gaze away from her body to meet her eyes.

“We had that special mass, remember? Our afternoon classes were cancelled,” Alexis replied, her voice a soft caress as she set her things down and slipped off her shoes. “And we had career day. It was so boring, Daddy.”

“Was it now?” John asked, his eyes tracking her every movement.

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured, gathering her bag once more. “I’m gonna go upstairs and study. I have a test tomorrow.” She sashayed over to him, rising onto her tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Okay, baby,” John teased, his voice husky.

“See you later, Daddy,” she giggled, turning to bound up the stairs.

John watched her go, his eyes locked onto her cute butt. With each step, her skirt inched up, revealing more of her tight young cheeks and the thin string of her thong. He felt a pang of guilt, but couldn’t tear his eyes away. Living with this incredibly hot, young teen was a constant temptation.

Shaking off his lustful thoughts, John settled down in the living room, trying to lose himself in a movie. Hours passed, and when Alexis walked back into the room, he felt his heart leap into his throat.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness. “Can I talk to you about something?”

John leaned back, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. “Of course, sweetie. What’s on your mind?”

Alexis sat down across from him, her legs pressed tightly together, hiding what lay beneath her skirt. “It’s about college,” she began, her voice steady.

“Okay, what about it?” John asked, stealing a glance at her gorgeous legs.

“I don’t want to go,” she stated, her eyes unblinking.

John felt a jolt of surprise. “But you have such good grades. I thought you wanted to go into nursing, join the church?”

“That’s mom’s plan, not mine,” she countered, her voice firm. “I don’t want to be a nun, Daddy. I want to be a stay-at-home mom.”

John was stunned. “You’re only 16, baby. You don’t even have a boyfriend. What brought this on?”

Alexis looked down, her voice softening. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I want to be a mother, Daddy. And I want you to help me.”

John’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Help you? How?”

Alexis stood up, walking over to him. She bit her lip, her voice a sultry purr. “I want you to get me pregnant, Daddy.”

John’s heart hammered in his chest. “What are you talking about, princess? I’m your father.”

Alexis straddled his lap, her cleavage pressing into his face. “I know, Daddy. I trust you. I love you. I want you to make me the mother of your child.”

John’s mind flashed with an image of Alexis, her belly swollen with his child, her schoolgirl uniform stretched tight. He felt a surge of lust but pushed it down. “That’s wrong, baby. We can’t.”

Alexis ground against him, her voice a husky whisper. “I’m ovulating, Daddy. I need you to fill me up, to fuck me and make me pregnant.”

John’s breath hitched, his protests dying on his lips as his daughter pressed her perfect tits against him, her words painting a picture of forbidden desire.

She pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him with a sultry “Shhh, Daddy.” Her eyes, smouldering with forbidden desire, met his as she caught him stealing glances at her around the house. “I see that hunger in your eyes,” she whispered, her fingers slowly beginning to unbutton her top. “I feel it too.” The silky blouse slid off her shoulders, fluttering to the floor like a fallen leaf. John’s gaze was drawn to her pert breasts, encased in a black, lacy bra, her nipples already hardening beneath the delicate fabric.

She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, “Don’t you think I’m sexy, Daddy?” she purred, her voice a sultry melody that sent shivers down his spine. John was at a loss for words, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He knew it was wrong, but the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume, and the sight of her succulent lips were more than he could resist.

“I...” he began, but she cut him off, taking his hands and placing them on the curve of her hips, letting him feel the firm, round ass beneath her thin skirt. A guttural groan escaped him as he squeezed, his fingers digging into her supple flesh.

“I know you want to fuck me,” she whispered, her voice laced with sin. Before he could protest, her soft, red lips were on his, passionate and insistent, silencing any objections. John surrendered, his body igniting with a primal need. He moved one hand from her ass, tracing the line of her spine until he found her bra clasp. With a deft flick, it was undone, and he pulled it off, their kiss never breaking.

She moaned into his mouth as she shrugged off the bra, revealing her perfect breasts. Pulling away, she arched back, giving him a full view of her firm, ripe flesh. Her areolas were small and pink, begging to be sucked.

“Do you like them, Daddy?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr as she looked down at her own breasts.

“Your tits are fucking perfect, baby,” John growled, taking one into his hand, kneading it roughly. She moaned, her body writhing under his touch. He couldn’t get enough of her tight, lithe body, his hands exploring every curve and contour.

In one swift move, he lifted her, his mouth finding her tender breast. He sucked her hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the taut peak as he squeezed her ass with both hands. This time, his hands dove under her skirt, palms meeting the bare, smooth skin of her buttocks, his fingers tracing the crevice between her cheeks. He felt her body heat, the slight dampness on her skin from arousal.

Her free hand trailed down his torso, finding his crotch. She rubbed his thick member through his pants, tracing the outline of his erection with her fingers. “Holy fuck, Daddy,” she gasped, her eyes widening as she felt his size. She pushed against his chest, sliding off his lap onto her knees, her breath hitching with anticipation.

“What are you doing, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. His hands lingered on her body, unwilling to let go of her sexy, teenage frame.

“I’m gonna suck your giant cock,” she said, her eyes locked onto his as she unbuckled his belt, the metal clanking as it hit the floor. She unzipped his trousers, reaching in to wrap her hand around his massive erection, feeling it pulse against her palm. She tugged down his boxers and pants concurrently to reveal his thick cock that sprang from a neatly trimmed bush. Her eyes widened at the sight of the throbbing veins running along its shaft that was already glistening with pre-cum at its slit.

“Jesus Christ,” she swore, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation. “Your cock is huge Daddy.” She leaned in slowly and flicked out her wet tongue to circle the head and tease where the underside met with a large engorged vein, causing it to twitch involuntarily. Her eyes never left his as she parted those soft red lips and took him inside into the hot, wet interior of her eager mouth, feeling him throb on top of it while tasting more salty pre-cum that leaked from its tip.

“Oh, shit!” John exclaimed, his hips jerking at the feel of her wet, hot tongue. She took him fully into her mouth, her red, luscious lips stretching to accommodate his girth. She slid her lips along the length of his cock, her hand wrapping around the base, pumping what she couldn’t reach with her mouth. She cradled his balls, her mouth working his manhood with an eager, hungry rhythm.

John could tell she was inexperienced, but her natural talent had him moaning and gasping, the sight of her bobbing head and slutty mouth driving him wild. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tensing as she worked him faster, harder.

“Oh fuck, Lexi, I’m about to cum!” he groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. She pumped him even faster, her mouth working his cock like a pro. With a final, guttural groan, he came, his hot cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her tongue swirling around his tip to lap up any remaining cum.

She leaned back, her legs splayed wide, revealing her glistening pussy. A few drops of semen trickled down from her chin onto her breast, mixing with the sheen of sweat on her skin. She scooped up the viscous fluid with her index finger, slowly bringing it to her mouth and licking it clean with a satisfied smile. Her tongue swirled around her finger, savouring the salty taste.

John was sprawled out on the bed, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. His cock, still twitching with the remnants of his climax, lay semi-hard against his thigh, shiny with a mix of his cum and her saliva. “Fuck, that was amazing, baby,” he panted, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. “The way you deepthroated my cock, I could feel your tongue working my shaft.”

She giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. “I’m glad you liked it,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. She rolled onto her side and began to stroke one hand across John’s muscular chest while murmuring; “I love sucking your big cock until you explode in my mouth Daddy.” She licked the traces of semen off of her lips and still tasted the thick salty liquid in her mouth as she continued; “I love the taste of your cum.” Her other arm trailed down John’s stomach and wrapped around his sticky cock as she whispered in his ear; “And then I love stroking your cock until I can squeeze every last drop into my thirsty little mouth”.