Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla..."

"You're so beautiful princess." I whispered so as not to wake my slumbering daughter beside me, brushing her long blonde locks behind her ear as she slept peacefully, my body spooned up behind her.

But as I lay there stroking Layla's cheek while she snored away, the smell of her shampoo and sweat drifting through my senses I thought back to the night before, how we'd brought Jenna, my sultry office assistant, into our perverted little circle. I really and truly hoped that all of the sweet things that she'd said to my daughter were true and not the by-product of an overactive libido.

The bonus in all of this was that the more that Jenna learned about what had happened the more she saw through Lisa's lies and manipulations, which turns out she had been the victim of as well. According to what she'd told Jenna, Lisa was the innocent party in all of this, making my office assistant believe that Layla was the one to push her own mother away. Needless to say the lies had to stop sooner than later, if there was any hope of Layla having a relationship with her mother.

As my sleepy haze began to fade, I felt around the bed, noticing that both Staci and Jenna weren't there. As much as I wanted to get up to find out where they were, Layla's body pressing against me was too hard to resist and the fact that it was just the two of us had me thinking other ideas. It was almost like this moment was meant just for the two of us. After all she had been the one who started it all, who saw something in me that made her want to cross all of the forbidden lines a few short months ago.

Suddenly my phone went off, buzzing on the nightstand with a fully-charged urgency, like it was trying to jump into my hand. I'd learned from the last time to see who was calling before answering it which was a good thing as in this case it was my wife.

I let it run out the cycle, putting it face down on the bed before turning back to spoon my lovely little blonde, inhaling her sweet scent that always seemed to hit the right sensory receivers in my brain.

Then my phone buzzed again. A text. From you-know-who.

'Why aren't you awake?'

I ignored it.

'Damn it Adam answer!'

Still ignoring it.

'So I talked to Natalie'

Oh? Now there was something that piqued my curiosity.

'Sorry just woke up your highness...oh you did?'

I wrote back, my thumb hovering over the send button as I decided whether or not I wanted to go down this rabbit hole right now.

Fuck it. Send.

'Yeah, she confirmed it. Staci is your daughter. Thinks you two are fucking.'

The last sentence was tagged with the green retching emoji at the end.

'Do you think we're fucking?'

'I don't know Adam! I'm not there so I have to take what other people say as the truth. If you are it's disgusting. Don't you have any morals anymore or do you just think with your dick?'

Ouch.

'Coming from you that's rich. Staci's still recovering from the trauma you put her through'

It was a lie; Staci couldn't care less. She was more concerned for Layla, but hey, like Lisa said herself, she wasn't here so she has to take what people are saying as the truth, right?

'Fuck you. So did you fuck Layla too?'

'Now what kind of father would do that to their own daughter?'

This was getting good. I had Lisa spinning around in circles, not know who to believe. Hell, maybe I could get her back here all on my own.

'You would you sick pervert. If I find out that you've been fucking her I'll have you arrested so fast! Hope you like being someone's prison bitch!'

'Again...pot...kettle. So if I did-fuck her-like you've said, how would that be any different than what you did...Mommy?'

'I didn't do anything!'

'Bullshit. When you're ready to tell me the truth let me know. Anyway I have to go wake Layla up. Bye!'

I turned off my phone, uninterested in continuing the round and round that was inevitable if I'd continued texting with my wife. If she thought that I was having sex with our daughter so be it. She couldn't do anything without proof, and I was slowly, one by one, turning her friends over to my side, controlling the information that was getting back to my wife so that one day soon she would have to come back to find out for herself. If I had to lie, oh well. If she could hide the fact that she'd slept with Phillipe, I could float the occasional fabrication.

One thing that was the absolute truth was that I had to wake Layla up. I wanted my beautiful blonde daughter to know how much I loved her as we lay in our bed, my body spooned up behind her as she slept. She needed to know how much she was loved and desired, with no strings attached.

Slowly I ran my fingers down across her lips, down her chin, caressing the soft skin while making sure not to wake her. It didn't help that my aching hard on had nestled itself between my daughter's naked ass cheeks, working its way into the warm cleft. My first thought waking up wasn't that I was going to fuck my precious little girl but the skin-to-skin contact was turning me on something fierce and I had to do something about it.

Slowly my fingers traced over her collarbone, down to the top of her firm breasts that rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing. As I reached her nipple, I used my thumb to circle it slowly, watching as the tender bud stiffened involuntary to my touch before repeating the process on her other breast, making sure not to wake her as I wanted to continue to explore her young, firm body a while longer.

Lowering my face to Layla's neck I started planting soft kisses along the exposed flesh, the salty flavor of her sweat tickling my taste buds. Her skin was warm to the touch, making it all that much hotter when I ran my tongue along it, taking all of the scents and tastes of her young body. The way she reacted to me subconsciously only added to my lustful intentions as her nipples stood proud, beckoning to me to suck on them, but I didn't want to risk waking her just yet.

Instead I allowed my fingers to linger along her flat stomach, feeling all of the muscles tense and release beneath them as they brushed past. Her breathing had become more laboured, her sharp intakes making it seem like she was about to wake up but yet she slumbered on through my touch.

My lips brushed over her shoulder, wet kisses marking my trail as I lifted myself up onto one elbow, allowing my exploring fingers to reach her trimmed landing strip of hair just above her pussy. I just allowed them to linger there for the longest time, grazing through the softness as I felt the warmth radiating from her mound.

Layla stirred for a moment, her ass pressing back against my cock which was still wedged in between her cheeks, the skin-to-skin contact sending me to another level of lustful pleasure. This only emboldened me to continue, my fingers now reaching the top of her slit, pressing against her pubic bone while not making contact with her clit, not just yet as I had other plans.

Pulling my cock free from Layla's ass crack I replaced it with my exploring fingers, the dim light of the day starting to filter through the blinds to the point I could now see what I was doing to my blonde little hottie. My middle finger soon found its target, running down her ass crack until I found my daughter's spoked little star, feeling the wrinkles of my daughter's asshole pulse in time with her heartbeat.

I ran my finger over the bridge of skin between her pussy and asshole, gathering up the heady mixture of her sweat and pussy juices before bringing the digit to my mouth, savoring the heady mixture without a second thought. It tasted salty, flowery and tart at the same time and it sent my mind spinning with the nasty things I wanted to do to my daughter in that moment.

As I pushed the blanket down our legs I was met with the distinct smell of my daughter's excitement from last night, sending my head swimming with the scent of the previous nights' naughtiness.

I decided to try going further, gliding my middle finger towards the soft entrance of Layla's pussy before easing it into her molten core. I had just broken past the barrier of her outer lips when I heard my daughter's breath hitch, her body reacting to the intrusion in the sweetest way possible as she involuntarily pushed back against my probing digit.

I just held it there for a moment, not wanting her to wake just yet, waiting until her breathing returned to normal. I had gotten this far and didn't want to ruin it, the intensity of my actions making her pussy muscles release and contract around my finger as I held it there, revelling in the tightness of her warmth.

"Such a beautifully tight little hole..." I barely whispered, my lust-addled brain taking over as I ever-so-slowly pushed my finger deeper into my daughter's warm folds, which by now were starting to become coated with a combination of her girl cream and the load of cum I'd deposited in her the night before.

I then began to rub the heady mixture around Layla's asshole, feeling it squeeze shut at first from the suddenness of my touch before relaxing once more, like it was begging me to go further. My breathing had become slow and deliberate as my cock leaked pre-cum into the sheets, my thoughts becoming darker by the second.

Dipping my finger between Layla's satiny folds I gathered up more of her cream before returning to her spoked star, this time using the slickness to help press my finger into her, feeling the gripping muscle open as it slipped past her anal ring.

"You're so fucking tight..." I soothed quietly into Layla's ear, my breath causing goosebumps to form on her neck. I kissed them away while pressing my finger deeper into my daughter's ass, the tightness making my mind swim with depraved thoughts. I wanted the one hole I hadn't fucked last night; I wanted to shove my cock deep into her young, tight bung before she realized what was happening.

Layla's eyes were still closed, although her breathing had become more urgent, leading me to believe she was starting to react to my finger buried between her cheeks, rhythmically fucking her tight hole. I continued to piston it in and out for the next few minutes, listening to her react as she soon started to moan almost inaudibly, relaxing her asshole just enough that I soon had another finger pushing into her spoked star.

"Oh shhhhiiiittttt daddy what are you doing?" Layla sighed groggily, slowly coming out of her slumber as her body responded to my touch. She was now fully aware of what I was doing but didn't stop, instead pressing herself against me which sank my fingers deeper into her rectum.

"Just waking up daddy's sweet little angel...." I whispered into her ear, accentuating my point by pressing a third finger into her until my wedding ring brushed against the wrinkled flesh.

'How poetic.' I thought.

Layla just nodded, her eyes closed as she revelled in the deeper penetration, biting her lip to keep from moaning. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue snaking into her mouth as she sighed softly, her tongue reaching mine in a moment of pure passion. I could feel her juices dripping over my fingers as I stretched her asshole, the sound of my probing digits making sweet squelching noises.

"Ohhhh shiiiiiiiit..." Layla exhaled heavily, our lips separating momentarily, the heat between us rising from our perverted little game.

Slipping my fingers from Layla's ass I brought them up to where our lips joined each other, the heady scent of her ass mixed with her pussy juices wafting through my senses. Without reacting I shoved them into Layla's mouth, making her taste her ass on them, occasionally swiping my tongue across the parts that weren't buried between her lips. The bitter taste of her forbidden hole was heaven to my senses and the dirtiness of the situation was making my cock leak more pre-cum on the bed, adding to the puddle of Layla's sweet girl cream that was leaking out of her.

"Such I kinky little hottie..." I soothed in a soft tone as my blonde daughter moaned from the depravity of tasting herself. I pressed my fingers deeper into her mouth, toying with her gag reflex a little as she choked from the forcefulness. It sent my mind spinning to another level, which only urged me to do what I did next.

Kissing my way down her back I made my way to her ass crack, using my tongue to trace down the sweaty skin, bathing my senses in the tart flavor of her cleft. I'm not sure what possessed me to continue but my lust-addled brain seemed to want to push the limits of depravity.

Keeping my tongue firmly entrenched between my petite daughter's ass cheeks I slathered it inside her crack, inhaling the heady scent of her unwashed body. Soon I came to her asshole, my tongue slowly circling the wrinkled flesh, gently pushing against it as Layla moaned from the depravity of my actions. My dirty mind kept urging me to continued, to bask in the scent and taste of her ass while I spread her cheeks, allowing me to penetrate her anal ring, worming into her forbidden hole with more purpose.

"Oh fuck daddy the things you do to me..." Layla sighed breathlessly, her voice pitching higher the further my tongue probed into her. I just continued to spear into her for the longest time, taking in the wonderful aroma of her ass and the heady musk of her pussy which turned me on that much more.

"You deserve every second of it princess..." I responded tenderly, breaking contact with her spoked star before sliding myself behind her once more. For the longest time I just held her tight, listening to her breathing return to normal as she melted into me. As much as I wanted to take her right then, use her for my own gratification, I also wanted to let things play out, to draw the moment out as long as possible.

"Thank you, daddy." She whispered back at me through dreamy eyes as her lust grew, revelling in my touch, the way I held her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

And to me, she was.

"It seems like Jenna thought you deserved a lot more last night as well." I remarked, tenderly kissing her shoulder.

"I know right? Not that I'm complaining," Layla sighed as if she was re-living the events of the previous night in her head, "She's so cool daddy. I mean, I love the way she makes me feel, like she actually cares, no strings attached."

"I see it too princess...I just hope that it's for real."

Layla went quiet for a few moments, but the smile on my daughter's face told it all; she was enamoured with Jenna, more than just the sexual aspect of their relationship. They had a history and I knew they cared for each other outside of the bedroom, but this was still uncharted territory for them so I did have my reservations.

Layla started grinding her ass against my cock with more purpose, eyes closed in a dreamy, lustful haze, her body yearning for something her words would not tell me. All of my teasing was having a profound effect on her and she was communicating that fact the only way she could in the moment.

Reaching down between my legs I pushed my cock between her thighs, the warmth of her pussy guiding me towards my ultimate goal. I just allowed her to grind against my steely rod, coating it with her juices as Layla softly whimpered each time the head brushed against her sensitive clit.

"Fuck daddy please! Stop teasing me...." Layla whimpered, the hunger in her voice ringing through my ears like the sweet sound of an ice cream truck on a hot day.

My cock was now covered in her cream so I used my hand to guide the tip against her yielding star, letting my daughter push back against me as the bulbous head parted the wrinkled flesh.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuuck..." We both sighed in unison from the different sensations of pleasure shooting from where our bodies joined. As Layla pushed back, I drove my hips forward, feeling the muscles of her rectum squeeze around my shaft like they were welcoming my cock into her forbidden hole.

"So...fucking.... big..." Layla chanted through ragged breaths as I grabbed her hip with my free hand, stopping for a moment to allow her anal ring time to get used to the intrusion.

"Such a good girl...taking daddy's cock in her ass..." I whispered in her ear before continuing to press my steely shaft deeper into her rectum, feeling the different sensations of her ass muscles. It seemed like some of them were trying to push me out while others were working the underside of my cock to the point that I had to pause for a moment, not wanting to cum inside my daughter's gripping hole just yet.

Reaching my arms around Layla's body I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them in my hands while I rolled her over onto her front so that I was on top of her, pinning her to the mattress beneath me which caused my cock to bottom out inside her. I could feel her muscles react to the different position, her asshole relaxing for a moment before clamping down around the base of my cock once more.

"Ohhhh fuck daddy you're so deep in my asssss..." Layla's soft voice trailed off, partly due to the fact I was squeezing the breath from her having my full body weight pressed against her back. I just held still, letting the air drain from her lungs until she started kicking her legs in panic before I bent my knees, lifting my lower torso from her which allowed her the precious gift of air.

"Now daddy's going to take what's his..."

With that I withdrew my cock until just the head penetrated Layla's little star before slamming down, burying my cock to the hilt as my daughter groaned beneath me. I bit hard at her earlobe, letting her know who was in charge as I grunted with each thrust, my hips slapping against her ass, the sounds of flesh connecting flesh just adding to the depravity of the situation.

"I love you daddy...I love you and that thick cock of yours stretching my tight little hole." Layla sniffled softly, tears beginning to form in her eyes from the discomfort of having her ass pried open with my thick shaft. I just growled, swiping my tongue at the first teardrop that started to run down her cheek which just made my daughter sob even more knowing I wasn't going to let up.

"I love you too princess, more than you'll ever know..." I responded softly, my caring tone a harsh contrast to the savage way I was taking my beautiful blonde daughter to new heights of pleasure.

I had come to the conclusion that Layla needed to be shown love and affection through the most depraved ways for her to feel whole, to feel desired through the intimate connections of what I was doing to her. The realization had finally settled into her mind that this was the way we showed love in our fucked-up little family, through the corrupt, incestuous acts that brought us closer together.

"P-please daddy, make me cum...make me yours..." Layla sobbed almost thankfully while she spoke, squeezing her tight little ring around my pistoning cock as if confirming her love for me with actions. With my hands still on her breasts mashed into the mattress beneath her my fingers found Layla's nipples and I gave them a hard pinch, making my daughter gasp.

This caused her hips to buck back against me, slamming my cock even further into her rear hole. It felt like it was going to tear my dick off when it clenched around me, making me groan from the tightness as it grabbed at the base. I pulled back a little, feeling her asshole tighten even more, not yet wanting to let go as it massaged my cock, making me slam back into her with yet another hard thrust.

I began to build a slow, steady rhythm, timing my thrusts with Layla's hips bucking back against me, her squeaks and gasps becoming more and more audible each time I bottomed out.

"That's it princess, take daddy's cock all the way in that sweet little ass of yours." I hissed, griding my hips against her firm ass cheeks with more urgency. I could barely hear her muffled moans as Layla cried into the pillow while I continued to fuck her. As much as her body was giving in to me her mind seemed to have other ideas.