My Secret Sugar Baby Harem

Charles POV

It was weird waking up in a big ass house feeling like a failure when your income was four times what the average citizen earned. But what was the use of all that money if your own wife could lock you out of your own room in your own house after an argument.

She even had the audacity to fold my work clothes neatly and leave them outside the door. Perhaps it was her version of a peace offering, or maybe she just didn't want to see my face in the morning too, who knew how her twisted mind worked?

Still at least that small act confirmed she didn't know what happened on this very couch last night with the same girl she was worried about.

Usually, I would feel at least a little guilty after what I allowed to happen, but the back pain from sleeping on the couch quite certainly destroyed that.

I sat up, stretched a bit and enjoyed the relief I felt as my back cracked. The house was still quiet, which was expected as it was 5:30. I smiled at my raging hard-on, I hadn't had one of these in a while, but it seemed the little brat staying with us was a good avenue for relief.

Not that I was going to do anything with her anymore, last night was a mistake.

My dick twitched in stark refusal.

Shut up.

I grabbed my work clothes and headed to the guest bathroom. At least this big house had its advantages, imagine standing outside a locked bedroom begging your wife to open the door so that you could shower and go to work?

I stepped inside the nicest one in the house and started stripping. As I dropped my clothes onto the marble sink, a flash of white and pink caught my eyes.

I froze as I spotted a white shorts, the very same shorts my daughter had been wearing yesterday!

I bent down slowly and picked it up and like I was blessed by a very generous being watching over me a bright pink panties dangled from the inside.

Fuckkkk

The moment my fingers touched the delicate pink fabric, I had a flashback to the very day I had bought them, of course at that time she had been sixteen and I hadn't started perving on her yet. Diane was once again to busy to spend a day with her daughter. Ruby had been sad at first but I had skipped work that day just to make sure I see that frown turn into her shy little smile when we finished shopping and the salesclerk handed her the bag.

"Daddddd!" she had punched me playfully when I joked about her buying underwear a bit too loudly on purpose.

That same little girl, and two years later I was holding those same panties with nothing but raw lust coursing through my veins.

Fuck.

I should've dropped them. Put them back on the floor and pretended I never saw them.

Instead, I brought the soft lace up to my face and inhaled deeply.

Goddamn.

A sweet but raw intimate scent that was slightly musky, flooded my brain. My cock that was half deflated from my morning hard-on was back to full hardness in seconds, throbbing angrily.

I decided that since nobody could see me there was no harm in a quick jerk of. So, I stepped into the shower, sat on the raised sides and leaned back against the tiled wall.

I must have looked like the picture of a creep, holding my daughter's dirty panties to my face as I studiously checked for even a hint of a stain to press my nose into.

Unfortunately, she was notoriously clean, dang our good parenting!

Still I located the spots that her precious pussy would have pressed against, same with her asshole, and like it was an oxygen tank I drew in the deepest of breaths.

"Shit..." I groaned quietly, stroking slowly at first. To be honest there wasn't much for me to smell so I was mostly using my imagination to supplement.

My mind went straight to yesterday. That perfect, round butt in those tight white shorts. The way her cheeks jiggled every time she kicked her feet. Now that I had her panties I could add to that already erotic image. I visualized the way her panties would have pressed into those holes like she had a wedgie, soaking in her sweat and her tantalizing juices coming from those globes.

I tightened the lace around my cock and pumped faster.

I pictured crawling onto her bed, grabbing those smooth thighs, spreading her open like a present. Pulling down those tight shorts but leaving the panties on as I ground my dick through the deep crack of her ass.

I imagined pulling it aside after a while to feast on her moist delicacy as she begged me to stop yet her legs wrapping my head firmly. I would dutifully eat out her delicious pussy like any good father would, she would thank me for being so good to her while I moved on to feast on her asshole.

"Ruby... fuck, baby," I whispered under the cloud of lust, eyes closed.

I imagined her looking back at me with those pretty blue eyes, she would be shocked at first feeling her dad's tongue in her dirtiest hole but then with a blush she would ask me, "Is this what you want, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl this is what I want. I want all of you, every dirty inch." I could tell my breathing I was close now, my rough fist tightened around my cock whipping as fast as it could to bring me to the edge.

In my fantasy, she would nod her head bashfully before pushing her ass back against my face, moaning softly as I devoured her chocolate starfish like a starving man. I could almost hear her shy little voice moaning as I ate her ass out "Yes daddy... right there..." while she reached back and spread herself wider for me.

This was my little girl. My own flesh and blood. The same girl who used to fall asleep on my chest when she was small. And here I was years later jerking my cock furiously to the mere thought of her, and her used panties because I was too weak to control myself.

You fucking creep.

I stroked harder, twisting my wrist, imagining pushing my thick cock between those legs, sliding my length into her soaked pussy and tight asshole while she begged me to slow down.

"Ruby, my baby girl, Daddy's so fucking hard for you..." I growled.

I felt my orgasm coming. I removed the panties from my nose and brought it down my cock quickly.

Not thinking of the consequences, I pressed her panties tightly against the head of my cock as thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted violently. I kept stroking through it with my other hand, milking every drop onto the pink lace while her name fell from my lips again and again.

Fuck I hadn't even come this hard yesterday with Rose.

When it finally stopped, I stood there panting, staring down at the mess I'd made on my daughter's panties.

Blood slowly flowed back to my useless brain.

What the fuck is wrong with me? How the hell am I supposed to get this off?

I made a quick decision to rinse the evidence off the panties and my hand. A part of me hoped and prayed to whatever god that had led me to this bathroom this morning to at least allow the panties to dry before she found them. Yet the other part of me hoped she would somehow find out what I did to them....and like it.

What if the day comes that I didn't have to use my imagination?

I turned on the shower yet the water couldn't fully calm me down, or wash away my filthy thoughts.

Ruby POV

I woke up to a girly moan and my bladder screaming at me.

I missed the days I woke up to nothing but peace and quiet, but peace and quiet had died in my life ever since I met my best friend Rose. She seemed to hate the very concept, for her life was supposed to be loud and exciting, but I saw through her, she just wanted distractions from her own problems back at home.

"Mmhh... Mr. Charles... yes right there...Destroy me with your fat cock"

I sighed and sat up, at least this time I hadn't found her downstairs fixing my dad's tie with nothing but panties and a thing that barely qualified as a bra.

"Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Charles?" She had said, this girl had never even referred to our teachers with even a distant hint of respect, I knew that "Mr. Charles" was anything but innocent! Luckily my dad was used to her antics and never let her win.

I smiled as another memory flashed, this happened seconds later when I had dragged that insatiable little blonde back to my room by her hair.

I squeezed my thighs together as my bladder decide to remind me of why I was awake.

"Fine, fine, I'm going"

I couldn't use the room's bathroom because obviously it was occupied..... and I had a very deep suspicion that me opening that door would only make that horndog happier.

I blocked out her slutty voice, wore my favorite pink soft slippers and stepped out of the room. I couldn't help but remember once upon a time when I would have considered it weird that my best friend had a major crush on my dad. But after getting to know her I realized the crush was mostly just a result of repressed daddy issues, not to mention rejection issues.

So, I had learned to get over it fast, while controlling the little minx so that she could have her fun, deal with her issues while making sure she didn't go too far. Besides I loved my dad, he was a good man and he deserved a lot of affection since his wife obviously couldn't provide it.

It was also kind of amusing. Especially because Dad always acted so unaffected when Rose threw herself at him. He barely even looked. That always gave me a tiny, selfish spark of pride.

That's right, that's my daddy. Not yours.

I was almost at the door when I heard another moan.

"What the hell did everyone take this morning." I muttered.

This one was deeper, rougher and very distinctively male.

I stopped dead in front of the door.

There was only one man in this house. Was Dad really in there? Was he with Mom? No way. They barely even spoke to each other anymore. And why would they use the guest bathroom instead of the one in their room?

My heart started beating faster. I stood there arguing with myself for almost ten seconds.

This is wrong, Ruby. Dad didn't raise you to peep on people, Go away. This is private. You shouldn't...

But my hands moved anyway.

'I'll just take one quick look,' I promised.

I gently pushed the door open just a tiny bit, thankfully the house was well maintained so their wasn't any squeaking.

My eyes went wide.

Dad was standing completely naked in the shower, his tall, strong body was in full display!

That wasn't all. One of his big hands was wrapped around his THING!...... and God, it looked so much thicker and bigger than the one I saw on Pornhub. He was stroking it furiously too, Like he wasn't worried he would accidentally break it.

But that wasn't even the most shocking part.

"What the fuckkkk"I gasped, but then quickly slapped my hands around my mouth.

In his other hand... were my pink lace panties, I must have mistakenly forgotten them yesterday because I was tired after having my bath.

He had them pressed right against his nose, breathing in deeply like he was addicted to the smell.

Oh my God... Daddy, what are you doing?

My face burned with pure embarrassment. If Rose was here, I was sure she would have laughed and said my face looked like a ripe tomato like she usually did....well that was if she could take her eyes away from my dad's thing. I somehow doubted that.

I watched with my face hot while my dad used my panties to jerk off aggressively saying things about me that made me want to dig a hole in the ground, but at the same time, a strange hot rush went through my stomach and between my legs.

Yet I couldn't look away even for a second.

"...so fucking perfect... tight little ass... fuck...eat that ass."

I blushed furiously again; this was the third time I had heard him mention eating my back door, the same place I pooped from and farted from. I never knew my daddy could be so perverted.

I weakly tried to convince myself he must be thinking about Rose. That after all made more sense. She was always teasing him. She was the one who wanted him so badly. Maybe he finally broke and...

"Ruby..." he groaned, louder this time. "Fuck, Ruby baby..."

Yeah, that was clear as crystals.

He pressed my panties harder against his face and stroked even faster, his words getting even more filthier.

"Such a tight young pussy... Daddy wants to stretch every one of your little holes... Fuck, princess... I want to bury my cock so deep in you...breed your little sexy body."

I let out a small, muffled gasp and quickly shut the door.

This was a lot. This was a whole lot. I needed to process this somehow.

I turned and ran as quietly as I could back to my room, my bladder was awfully silent now I noticed.

I shut the door and jumped into my bed, pulling my covers above me. The only thing that kept on ringing in my head was that my Dad wanted to sleep with me.

My Dad actually wanted to sleep with me.