My daughter asked for it!

A purely fictional story about a father finding his daughter on a casual sex contact site. Be warned: it's a long one.

If you scroll down to the end of this rambling confession, you'll see the picture I saw advertising a contact service for casual sex. Was I looking for such a service? No I most definitely was not; it was just one of many adverts peppering the notifications I was getting from my Internet provider but the moment I saw it, I sort of went into shock. I took a magnifying glass to the image in disbelief but in the end, there could be no doubt about it, the woman seductively sprawled on the deep divan was my dear and only daughter, Maddie.

How could this be? She was doing well in her career as an accountant. She was popular socially but had never shown any signs of wanting to settle down with a partner or wanting children. She seemed to be happy enough with her life-style choice, but clearly something must be missing for her to be offering her body for casual sex with strangers. My first thought was that this had to be some new way for prostitutes to attract clients but it soon became clear that no money was required up front from the punters using this service. Presumably, it was the women who were paying to have their picture, age, status and location published.

All this upsetment had me reaching for the whiskey. I had a couple of large ones before I dared revisite the provocatively posed image. Realising that this ad was not likely to be a permanent fixture on my phone unless I did something about it, I took a screenshot of it, enlarged it and clarified the image. This naturally entailed focusing my full attention on the image of my child's mature, feminine form and in some detail. Thighs, waist and boobs were all closely and appreciatevely examined. How old was she now? Thirty, surely. Maybe millions of men world-wide were ogling Maddie right now with me, some of the dirty bustards even masturbating over her. Those living locally might be tempted to make contact with her, visit her, fuck her for real. Looking on her womanly figure, I could see why they'd want to. Like many dads, I'd secretly fantasised about having a physical relationship with my daughter without the slightest intention of seeking to turn this erotic fantasy into incestuous reality. My ex wife and I had gone our separate ways shortly after Maddie left home and I'd been in no hurry to replace her. I enjoyed having my freedom back too much. I'd had the odd casual affair and one night stands; thus I felt reasonable content in keeping things this way. However, when a guy gets into his fifties, the opportunities to engage in such activities don't come along as often as they once used to. So what then is a guy who's genitalia is in reasonably good working order to do to allay his sexual frustration? He resorts to porn, hand jobs, prostitutes...... and maybe taking advantage of advertisements such as this particular one. Had the woman in the picture been anyone but Maddie, I might have even been tempted to take advantage of the service on offer myself, but having my own flesh and blood exposing herself for the titillation of the masculine masses across the globe severely distracted me from pursuing that kind of adventure.

Clearly, I needed to speak to Maddie about this. I just had to tell her how shocked and disappointed I was that she should demean herself by risking intimate contact with perfect strangers. What if she let a predatory murderer into her home and willingly went to bed with him..... it really didn't bear thinking about.

And yet I did think about it, long and deeply. My daughter must have been getting something she needed out of this. Maybe she was finding promiscuous sex and the risks involved addictively thrilling. The word "slut" sprang to mind as I looked on the image of my child's familiar face, a face deliberately wearing a "come and get me" expression. I downed another scotch whilst gazing on my whore of a daughter's curvaceous body. The thing is, the more I looked, the less of a daughter I saw and the more of a not unattractive and sexually available woman. My cock was swift to identify itself with this train of thought and was soon rising to the occasion. A distinct tingle of erotic excitement spread through me as the idea of me anonymously contacting Maddie through the advertised service materialised in my booze affected brain. Why not? It would certainly be a novel way to for me to research the seedy world of casual sex my child seemed to have got herself into.

So that's precisely what I did, using a false name and setting up a new email address in that name. There were hundreds of women to chose from on that site, but only three within relatively easy reach of my location. Maddie was one of them and after another scotch or three, I messaged her. Without giving away my true identity, I complimented her on her drop dead gorgeous appearance and declared my interest in having no strings sex with her. Not expecting an immediate reply, I had another scotch and went to bed.

The following morning, I awoke with only a hazy recollection of what I'd got up to the night before. I knew Maddie was involved in something disturbing I'd read about but the details eluded me. Never mind, I thought, I was sure I'd figure it out sooner or later if it was important. Out of habit, I next checked my emails. There was nothing in my inbox. I check the spam and deleted a string of unwanted messages. But then a memory stired. Clicking on my account icon, I was confronted by the reality of me having acquired a second email address with an unread message already in it.

I opened it up to see an image of Maddie in a one piece swimming costume, provocatively posing in her bedroom.
The message read "Hi Big boy, thanks for getting in touch because getting touched by an appreciative man is always a total turn-on for me. So, why don't you send me a pic of yourself and then maybe we can get together for a bit of rampant romping." Suddenly, memories of what I did last night came flooding back. With this revelation, the tingle of excitement I'd felt the orevious evening also returned but SHIT! She wanted a photo. Well, I could have sent her one of course, but that would have let her know in no uncertain terms that I knew about the kinky stuff she'd gotten into and that would have killed the eroticism of the situation stone dead. Somewhat to my surprise, I found I really didn't want to do that. At least, not just yet: so I sent her a picture of my cousin. He was about my age and although there was a certain degree of family likeness in evidence, he could never have been mistaken for me.

As it happens, Maddie took the bait. We underwent the usual protocols of establishing safe words, what form of contraception would be employed and what intoxicants I should bring along...... and that was it, the date was made for that very night. Maddie gave me directions on how to get to her place, not knowing that I of course already knew it off by heart.

I had mixed feelings about what was to happen. For sure, there was going to be an almighty row when my true identity became known, but I found myself surprisingly ambivalent regarding which argument I'd choose to pursue. Would I berate her for cheapening herself in such a sordid and risky manner, or would I argue that irrespective of me being her father, might she not simply see me as being just another cock that would physically feel much the same in her cunt as another man's. Emotionally, it would probably feel very different, but then maybe this might actually add a new and darkly thrilling dimension to proceedings. Who knows? I certainly didn't and was by now becoming fixated on finding out.

I took the day off work; called in sick. I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on my job had I gone in so what was the point? I spent the day rehearsing speeches for both my arguments and ogling Maddie's screenshot image. The more I looked at it, the surer I became that I'd end up pathetically begging my daughter for a fuck. So be it. She could always say no and if she never wanted to see me again, well, since we'd not been as close as we once were for some time, maybe that was a risk worth taking.

At eight o' clock that evening, I was at Maddie's door, bottle in hand and condoms in pocket. The door opened and I noticed she was dressed just as she was in the ad. Her face fell when she saw me.
"Dad, this really isn't a convenient time for you to spring a surprise visit on me. I'm expecting a guest at any moment so please go and I'll call you in the morning."
As what I had to say wasn't the sort of conversation one could comfortably have in public, I pushed her back into the house and slammed the door shut behind us. A look of alarm appeared on Maddie's face at the sudden burst of violence from her father, but that was nothing compared to the horror she displayed on learning that I was the guest she was expecting as I showed her the screenshot of the ad on my phone.
"Why are you doing this, Maddie?" There was a pleading quality to my voice as I asked this; a pleading derived from genuine fatherly concern. However, she very quickly rallied and came back at me with "because I fucking enjoy it, dad. I'm an adult and can do what the hell I like with my own body. I've always been like this with boys, even when I was at school. You and mum never knew because the pair of you were as gullable as shit. As a result, you've managed to raised a rampant sex addict and for that, I sincerely thank you, dearest daddy. Now, piss off!"

So that was her attitude, was it? I could see she was all tensed up and ready for a fight. Her eyes were narrowed, her shoulders were hunched and her fists were clenched. I found her outright defiance provoking. Her filthy talk aroused both anger and lust in me in equal measure. I really wanted to "do something" to her. The age old restraint of not committing rape because I wouldn't get away with it came into play, but only momentarily because I quickly realised that Maddie couldn't report me without her own immoral behaviour coming to light. Clearly, that was never going to happen. This realisation had my heart beating wildly as I soaked up my slutty child's vulnerability and became emboldened by it. Deep down, I knew she wasn't going to scream and though she might resist, she wouldn't report me. All defiance drained from her face as I put down the bottle I'd been carrying, dropped my coat to the hallway floor and quietly said "Darling Maddie, you know that safe word we discussed online? Well I wouldn't bother using it if I were you. Like it or not my filthy bitch, your darling daddy's just about to shag you and he's suddenly gone profoundly deaf."

Truth to tell, I'd never raped a woman before and so had little idea of what was the most efficient way of getting the clothes off a struggling victim. I was just going to have to make it up as I went along. As I moved towards Maddie, everything seemed to go into slow motion. She turned away from me. I think she intended to run, (God knows where) but she never got the chance. In a couple of strides, I was able to wrap my arms around her and lift her off the floor. Suddenly, my little girl wasn't so little anymore. She had mass and considerable weight. There was also a surprising amount of strength in her squirming in my arms. This wasn't going to be easy but at close quarters, the intoxicating aroma of Maddie's perfume plus the feel of a struggling female rubbing against my still clothed but fully erect penis got my testosterone and adrenaline flowing to such a degree that I felt all powerful and capable of anything. It occurred to me that a corner would be useful for trapping Maddie in, so I carried her into the lounge where I knew there was one unobstructed by furniture. I rammed her into it with all the force I could muster, hoping this would subdue her somewhat. It sort of did, enough for me set her down on her feet so my hands would be free to unzip the back of her figure-flattering dress anyway. This exposed the broadness of my daughter's back and allowed me to see how her bra fastening was digging into her soft, white flesh - until I unfastened it.

This was my Rubicon moment: that chip in time which, once past, dictated that there could be no point in stopping or going back now. I had to see this through to the end. All thoughts and feelings of love and consideration for my child were swept away by a tsunami of pure animal lust. Reaching around Maddie, I yanked her dress down by the collar. Her loose bra came with it so that her breasts where exposed. Her arms were now restrained inside the sleeves of her hakf off dress, pinning them against her waist and rendering her incapable of defending herself. I spun her around before ramming her back into the corner, making sure the back of her head took a goodly knock in the hope that this would stun her into total submission. Indeed it did for a while, enabling me to turn her around so I could ravish perfectly formed tits that I was here seeing for the first time ever. Feeling such silky smooth softness in my groping hands almost had me cumming in my pants and I certainly didn't want that. I needed a distraction so instead of mauling Maddie's mammaries, I started slapping and punching them. The slaps were loud, the punching virtually silent but both had my kid's busty substances billowing most satisfactorily with every blow. I would have loved to remain abusing my child's chest for longer but my state of arousal was now so advanced that I knew I couldn't hold off my orgasm for much longer.

I therefore set-to on getting Maddie's dress and panties off of her. Getting them down around her ankles was straight forward enough but to get them off completely entailed me wrestling her to the floor. Surprisingly, she went down without a murmured or the least hint of resistance, despite her appearing to be fully conscious. Her facial expression was giving away nothing. She was saying nothing. She was just letting me get on with things.

For the first time, my confidence wobbled. Something had changed and it was unnerving me. While Maddie was resisting me, I knew where I stood. This sudden burst of pacivity didn't fit in with my intended version of events at all. I needed a break, time to think; so I stood up and took a step back to review my handy work thus far. My daughter lay naked before me, her skin lilly-white except for the red marks on her lovely boobs that would no doubt be shortly turning into bruises. I'd damaged her and enjoyed doing so but her current compliance was draining all the excitement out of the enterprise forms me. Still, on a more positive note, my chances of suffering a premature ejaculation had noticeably receded. There was no need to rush things now. I therefore took my time over undressing myself. Next, I stood before my recumbent daughter stark bollock naked. My erection more or less still intact but I was still getting no reaction from her. The silence was deafening, so I broke it. Bending down to remove Maddie's clothing from around her ankles, I told her I was now going to fuck her without using a condom and I didn't give a fuck about whatever sexually transmitted disease she might give me. It also gave me a bit of a thrill to quite honestly mention that the thought of getting her pregnant was currently giving me an unexpected buzz.

Still no reaction. So be it. The time for fantasising and speculating was long since over. It was time to do the deed and sow the seed. Tossing Maddie's discarded clothing away, I parted her legs and bent her knees to expose her well groomed pussy. Despite what I'd just told her, it felt as if I was now merely going through the motions of raping my daughter. The erotic excitement was gone. My only hope now was that penetration might somehow revive it.

Maddie didn't move as I lay down on top of her and guided the head of my cock into her pelvic cleft; moving it up and down until I found the deeper depression I hoped would be my door to an exquisitely erotic experience. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my cock into warm wetness: a most welcome sensation. I closed my eyes and started to fuck my child. Soon, I was panting from my exertions as the sexual tension built up within me, demanding release. I was suddenly aware that Maddie's well lubricated vagina was contracting around my cock as if to prevent it from escaping. I could feel little, rapid jerking movements coursing through her body, much to the delight of my super-sensitive cock. I opened my eyes to discover that my daughter was silently laughing.
"Go on, dad: fill your boots" she said, "you've suffered enough!"
WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING HERE?
Maddie raised her legs higher and wrapped them around me. She met my every thrust with pelvic movements of her own in the opposite direction until I was in danger of bruising the tip of my cock on her cervix. Not that I cared about that. All I knew was that I was humping my daughter and the dirty bitch was enjoying it. Had I somehow broken her or had she secretly always been into the rough stuff? "My God, she must be"....was the thought that tipped me over the edge into the ecstatic release of orgasm. I thrusted violently into Maddie with every successive spurt of my semen and this triggered her own gushing orgasm, all over her Axminster carpet.

In a state of afterglow, I then remained lying on top of Maddie, crushing her bountiful boobs with my chest and allowing my cock to slowly wilt inside her. Clearly, my daughter and I had a lot to talk about but there be plenty of time for that later. One thing was for sure; our relationship was never going to be the same again, thank God!