Daddy's Princess

Elizabeth, or Liz as she was known, had led something of a quiet, charmed life. Now, at age 26, she looked back and was pleased to have had parents that did whatever they could for her. Truth be told, they doted on her. Her mom worked at the local high school and her father worked as a carpenter. Liz had enjoyed good relations with both of her parents, but it was her father that always made her feel safe and loved. They had a special relationship.

As a child and even until Liz was in her early teens, she and her daddy had the same ritual each day. He'd return home and climb the steps to the front porch where he settled into a big chair. Liz would come bounding out of the house, crawl into his lap and they would both tell the other about their day. Her Daddy would tell her what he'd built that day. Maybe a wall, a deck, a floor, or whatever -- she was interested in whatever he'd built.

For Liz, her day usually revolved around her friends and school. Such are the days of young children. Most importantly, this was time just for the two of them. Liz aways remembered her father's scent. It was a mixture of after shave -- she never knew the brand -- and the sweat of a hard day's work. The sweet, fruity, spicy smells mixed with the salty smells of a man covered in sweat was a joy for Liz to inhale.

Her daddy was a strong man with a big chest, big arms and legs. His hair was a buzz cut to about an inch so as not to interfere with his work. Standing about six feet tall he was, she thought, a real man.

He called her Princess. Liz knew that most dads call their daughters Princess, but none of them had a daddy like hers so it made her feel special.

Her dad was always there for her. On the night of her high school prom, her date had showed up to pick her up. She'd noticed that when she came down the steps in her prom dress, a small tent grew in her date's pants. After accepting her date's flowers, her father invited the boy into the kitchen for a man talk.

Once in the kitchen, her dad had closed the door. In a move too quick to be avoided, her dad grabbed her date in the crotch taking both of his balls and dick into his strong grip. Her date groaned in pain.

"We need to talk, young men," her dad said. "Saw your little dick perk up when my daughter came down the stairs. So, there are some things that you need to know. Frist, I love my daughter very much and no little shit like you are going to touch her. Second, you need to keep this little dick of yours in your pants, because if I learn that it's been out, I'm going to cut it off and feed it to my Pitbull."

Liz's dad squeezed a little tighter and her date leaned forward with a groan. "So, kid, can you keep your dick in your pants?" Her date nodded. "I can't hear you."

"Yes, sir, in my pants. Your daughter is safe with me; no need for a knife or to call the dog."

Liz's dad released her date's privates and he uttered a sigh of relief. He stood up and there were tears of pain running down his face.

"Wipe up those eyes, buddy, my daughter is not going to prom with a guy who's crying." There was a pause. "So, here's fifty bucks just so you don't find yourself short on the date tonight. Show my Liz a good time -- with your dick in your pants."

When Llz and her date were in the car, he shared what had happened in the kitchen. Liz was both mortified and pleased with her dad. She turned to her date and said, "When it comes to things like this, my dad doesn't lie. And, yes, we do have a Pitbull named Killer. He was in the back yard when you picked me up."

Her date looked terrified. Liz turned to look out the side window and so that she could smile without his seeing her.

Liz went to college and met a great guy and dated him a couple of years before they split at graduation. Liz packed up her stuff and headed home to make it her job hunting headquarters.

Arriving home, she parked in the driveway and took one of her bags inside to her room. As she walked down the hall to her room, she passed her parents room and heard the shower running. She figured that with her being at college for four years, her parents weren't as careful about closing off the doors. That and they didn't know exactly when she'd be home.

She dropped the first bag on her bed and headed out for another. Passing her parents room, she heard the shower being turned off. She paused. Out of the bath stepped her dad with only a towel. He was drying his head. She couldn't pull herself away. She'd never seen her father naked before.

Her dad continued to dry himself unaware of her spying.

Liz knew that he was a strong man, but at forty-five he had a really great build. His shoulders were broad; his arms strong. He had a somewhat hairy chest from his collar bone to just under his pecs. From there down, there was a strip of hair on his abdomen about four inches wide that ran all the way to his pubic hair. She could see his cock and it was really big -- much larger in length and girth than her college boyfriend. It was soft now, but She figured it had to be at least seven inches when hard.

He turned and face away from her as he continued to dry himself. He had no hair on his upper arms, back, or shoulders. And, he had a smooth ass. The hair on his legs started a couple of inches below his cheeks. His legs were pretty hairy, but not furry.

When he turned back around, he had a full hard on. It was every bit of seven inches, most likely more. With his cock sticking straight out, she could clearly see his balls. They too were much larger than had been her college boyfriend's balls.

In short, her dad was a hunk.

She quietly walked down the hall and went to get more things from her car.

Entering the house with the next bag, she sung out, "Hey, guys, I'm home." This in the hope that her dad would close the door and not know that she'd seen him.

Dropping the bag on her bed she began to think. While her dad had never done anything untoward with her in a sexual way, now that she'd seen the size of his cock, she did remember that it had not been uncommon for her to feel something she was too young to understand when sitting on his lap for their daily chat.

She dismissed it.

Soon she'd found a job and bought a small cottage on the edge of town. The house wasn't in perfect shape, but it was on five private acres of land.

Keeping the place up and the repairs under control had become a bit of an issue. On a women's drinking night out, one of her friends mentioned Hank the Handyman. Liz was assured that he was reliable, experienced, and reasonably prices. Liz took his number and called him the next day.

Hank showed up the following Saturday. Liz opened the door to see a semi-burley man of about forty-five to fifty with a nice smile standing on her porch. He introduced himself and she let him in.

After some small talk, Liz explained that she needed the front porch repaired.

"Yeah. I noticed when I drove up that there are some rotten boards that could give way and cause an injury. Is there anything else?"

"Well, it's an older house and it seems that I'm constantly in need of a handyman."

Standing there just a couple of feet from Hank, she became aware of that special smell. He was wearing the same mystery after shave as did her dad. Hank was saying something about the porch repairs but Liz's mind was elsewhere. Suddenly, she realized just how much like her dad Hank was. Standing there in his khaki shorts and logoed t-shirt, he had the same manly build as her dad. In the back of her mind, she heard Hank speaking.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I was saying that it would be a hundred-fifty dollars to just replace the broken boards which should take an afternoon. Or, I can replace all of the decking boards and the underspending, but that would take two or three days and I'd have to hire another guy or two. Of course, that would be more expensive, but a good choice."

After discussing the options, they agreed on just replacing the worst boards now and considering the full rebuild later as needed. They agreed on the following Saturday as Liz wanted to be there for the project.

The following Saturday was starting out to be a hot one. Liz had dressed in loose short shorts and a loose t-shirt; she decided to forgo the bra. Hank showed up, promptly at 11am as promised, Hank's truck rolled up and he hopped out. Liz greeted him. She asked if he needed anything and he said no. Liz went into the house.

A couple of hours later, she stuck her head out of the door and invited him in for a sandwich and a beer. He gratefully accepted.

They sat at a small table in her kitchen. He reported that he only needed a couple of hours to finish, so he'd be done by five.

Sitting there Liz was overwhelmed by the smell of his after shave and sweat. It caused so many thoughts and feelings to rush back to her.

They chatted. Hank was a softspoken man and talked about many things. He had lost his wife, but he had one daughter who was, like Liz, in her mid-twenties. She lived out of the area. He missed her a lot.

Lunch was done and he picked up his baseball cap and pulled it over his shag of blond hair.

Liz cleaned up and caught the occasional look out the window to where Hank was working on the porch. Hank was sweating through his company-branded t-shirt and stripped it off. Liz admired his broad shoulders, and hairy chest. He had a medium coverage of blond chest hair covering his pecs. At the base of his pecs hair, there was a treasure trail about an inch wide running down his abdomen through his belly button and disappearing into his shorts where undoubtedly they joined his pubic hair. Unlike a lot of hairy men, his shoulders, back and upper arms had very little hair. His legs, on the other hand, were also hairy.

Liz could feel sensations growing inside her. Hard fought repressed feelings that she thought would never surface in her. She was in full lust.

Late afternoon, there was a gentle knock at the door and Hank entered. "Well, I've got it all done; come see that you think."

Liz made a quick inspection tour and liked what she saw. The work was obviously done by a master.

"This is really nice work. Thanks. Come on inside and I'll take care of paying you," she said.

He followed her into the house. She was standing before him and his shirtless body with small beads of sweat on his forehead and chest. She breathed it in. She asked how much the bill was.

"It's just the one-hundred-fifty that we'd discussed."

Liz stood there frozen before him. She stepped forward to just inches from him, but her arms around his strong chest. She pulled him to her and kissed him gently on the lips. He seemed a little shocked, but didn't pull back from her advances. When she released his lips, there was a pause before he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. She allowed his tongue entry and they shared their tongues.

They broke their kissing and she reached down for the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her perky breasts were naked and inviting in front of him. He gently touched them and rubbed them with care. Dropping his head he licked her nipples, first one then the other. She moaned a bit in response. Soon, he was fully engaged with her breasts, licking, sucking, and pulling her nipples.

He stood up and kissed her gently on the lips. She reached down and undid his belt and then unzipped his shorts. They fell to the floor. He stood there wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs and shoes. She looked down and saw his cock growing in the boxer-briefs. She dropped to her knees and mouthed the budge through his boxer-briefs. It continued to grow. She reached up and found the waistband and slowed pulled down one side then the other until his cock popped out hitting her in the face. Then with one swift yank, she pulled his underwear to his ankles. He reached down, unlaced his shoes and pulled them and his socks off. Then he kicked off his underwear from around his ankles.

She was rubbing his cock and it had taken on its full size. It amazed her. It was slightly longer and thicker than her dad's cock. It was noticeably larger than her college boyfriend's cock. A drop of precum had appeared at the meatus. Liz rubbed it onto his cock head and shaft making it slippery. She put her mouth around the head of his cock and gently moved in and out. While her mouth slid along his cock, she reached behind his cock to find his ball-sack. He was shaved and soft like a baby's bottom. Inside she could feel his big balls. They were larger than either her dad's or her boyfriend's. She massaged them as she gave him head.

He pulled her up to a standing position. "If we're going to do this, let me take a shower. I'm all hot and sweaty."

"No, I love the smell of your sweat and your after shave. It's manly."

He didn't seem to understand but decided that he didn't care to find out now. He lowered her shorts down to the floor and helped her step out of them. Moving back up, to toy with her panties, he found she already had juices flowing down her inner thigh. He stuck out his tongue and licked the juices from the bottom all the way back to the bottom of her panties.

Hank pulled the elastic of one leg hole of her panties and slipped his finger inside. He could feel her excitement in her lips and when he touched them her body jerked. Slowly and gently, he rubbed her lips from top to bottom. She was moaning. Using the finger already in place he pulled down her panties from her crotch. She stepped out of them when they reached the floor.

Hank realized that they were still standing in the middle of the living room. "Where's your bed?"

She pointed and he picked her up like a bride crossing the threshold and carried her to the bed. He leaned forward laying her on the bed. He looked down at her, she was beautiful. She repositioned herself in the bed and spread her legs. Hank moved between her legs and started to finger her lips again. Then with just one center finger, he pried them open exposing her vaginal opening and her clit. He rubbed her pussy hole and even more juices spilled out. Inserting his two fingers, he rubbed her slowly. She instantly shuttered with excitement. With his other hand he started toying with her clit. That was all it took to force her into an orgasm. Her body jerked and she let out a single work, "Yes!"

Hank removed his hands and licked her clit. He went up and down and from side to side and her orgasm seemed to continue unabated. She let out a scream, and then a second.

"Fuck me, damn it! I need your cock in me. Please, fuck me now!"

Hank moved forward placing the tip of his cock's head against the opening in her pussy. Slowly he pushed forward until the head disappeared then her stopped. Leaning forward he ran the back of his fingers across her abdomen. She was so warm; her skin so soft and smooth. His hands came to rest on her hips. He took a firm but gentle hold and started to rock his hips forwards and backwards. With each thrust, his cock sank a bit farther into her. After several strokes he was balls-deep in her and he paused. He could feel his ball-sack against her ass.

He looked at her. She was beautiful and ready. He pulled back from his balls deep position and started to thrust into her. Her pussy felt tight to his large cock. Her body became ridged and he felt her pussy muscles tighten around his cock. He continued his pace. She came again.

"Fuck me harder, daddy," she screamed. "Pound me with that cock, daddy."

Hank leaned forward supporting himself on his elbows. Liz wrapped her legs around his torso. Hank brought his cock back until just the tip was inside her. He paused and then quickly pushed his cock to its length. Stopping all in, he paused and repeated the action. After several of this huge cock-burying pushes, he started pounding her hard and fast.

"Oh, heavens, that's so good! Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!"

He pulled out and flipped her over so he could take her from behind. As soon as she was in position, he slammed his cock into her again and continued fucking her hard and fast. She was now screaming pretty much continuously. Her orgasms were coming in waves one after another.

Hank felt his ball sack tighten and a tingling in his balls. He knew he was going to cum soon. He slowed his pace a bit but knew that that would not slow the flood of cum racing to his cock. Then the torrent began. He couldn't remember as powerful a cum in his life nor a time when his cock was harder and thicker. As he started to cum, he pushed as deeply inside of her as he could and waited for his balls to deliver their spunk. Each time the squirts slowed he worked his cock in and out a bit more and the flood resumed. Soon he was empty.

"Leave your cock in me. It fills me up and feels so good:"

In a couple of minutes, he softened and allowed his cock to retreat from her pussy. He dropped down and pushed his face into her pussy lips. When his tongue found her clit he started to tongue it. She started screaming again.

Soon they lay side-by-side. She on her back, he on his side. He was running his hands over his soft, young body. "You are amazing," he said. "You are my princess. Would you like to go again?"

"Would you like to spend the night?"

Liz wondered just how fucked up she was. She found a man that was so much like her daddy that she couldn't resist fucking him. She even called him daddy during sex. Yeah, that is pretty fucked up. Hank was twice her age and the best fuck she'd ever had. But he was also her father's age. She then remembered that Hank had a daughter her age. So, was he fucking Liz or his daughter? Maybe they were both fucked up.

Hank had been just as gentle as she thought her own father would have been, but she wondered if her daddy would still cut off Hank's cock and feed it to Killer.

Liz decided that she'd just let Hank fuck her until morning and think about all of this later.