Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2024 12:29:11 +0000 From: jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com Subject: Daddy's amateur massages Ch 03 Daddy's amateur massages TRACK 03 AUTHOR NOTE: This is a story about a father and his daughter, Alice. He's been giving her amateur massages for years. But as she gets older, he starts to notice that his massages are having an unexpected effect on her. Alice is getting aroused by them. How does he react to that? The initial chapters mainly talk about Alice and her dad. In later chapters, Alice has a friend from school who starts coming over, too. I was listening to a playlist while I wrote these chapters, and the names of the songs are included with each chapter (called "tracks"), in case you're interested. :) Just copy/paste them in a YouTube search and you should find the song I listened to while I wrote each chapter. Please know that this story is a complete work of fiction. Nothing in this story is based on a real-life scenario. The characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real life people is merely coincidental. And nothing about my stories should condone these activities to happen in real life. I love getting emails from you guys! If you want to contact me, you can reach me via email at jordynstories.moonbeam932@simplelogin.com. I try to answer every email, but please be patient if I don't answer you right away. Xo, Jordyn P.S. If you're interested in more of my stories, look for these two: Playing with my children (Bisexual/Incest category) Virtual Becomes Reality (Bisexual/Incest category) Lastly, please consider donating to this website to help it stay here! It is not free to run and every donation makes a difference! The link to make a donation is: https://donate.nifty.org/. Thank you for your support! ================================================ [track 03 pressure] [song: skinny love vanic remix by birdy] The next month went by with little change. I still hadn't masturbated. I'm not even sure why I was so reluctant to do it. Maybe because I felt dirty about doing it because I knew what I would think about while I came. In hindsight, that was not very logical thinking because I couldn't stop thinking about my daughter anyway. Sexually, that is. I was still giving her nightly massages before bed, but I refrained from touching her in places that I knew would turn her on. I was scared about where it would lead. Several times, I crept back to her bedroom door a few minutes after tucking her in for the night and listened. Like clockwork, she masturbated almost every night. She was quiet, but I knew what to listen for. Mainly it was her breathing. She always exhaled loudly, like a long-winded gasp, when she came. Occasionally I heard her whimper, but otherwise that was it. My voyeurism led to a perpetual boner. Every night, I tossed and turned in bed for well over an hour before sleep would take me. My cock pulsed and throbbed with pleasure, desperate for my attention. I ignored it. Or, rather, I reveled in it. Somehow, I had come to start enjoying the sensation of being so heavily aroused and not satisfying the itch. So, my arousal just kept going, day and night. I awoke each morning with an erection that taking a piss didn't get rid of. In all honesty, it was agony. A sin filled agony. Oh how I savored that feeling. It was just over a month since I had given Alice an orgasm. I made her get ready for bed and then headed to her room once I heard her in there. As usual, she had her blanket pulled snugly up to her chin and she stared at me as I walked over to her. She wasn't smiling, though, which was unusual. I frowned. Reaching out with both hands, I took hold of her blanket and started to slide it down her body. My eyes widened as I uncovered her chest and discovered that she wasn't wearing a shirt. I should probably have stopped there, or at least made her put on her pajamas. Instead, I continued pulling the blanket down, revealing her divine body. My eyes drank in the image before me. Her skin was pale, smooth, and creamy. Everywhere I looked, she was unmarred. Perfect. Her flat chest beckoned to me, holding my attention solidly. I stared at her nipples, dark pink and tiny. The center of each one came to a point that stuck up about a millimeter. With a shudder, I lifted my eyes to hers. She was staring at me. Swallowing, I said dumbly, "You're naked." Alice shrugged and her cheeks flushed softly. She turned her head away and said quietly, "Your massages feel better without my clothes." Arousal flared in my body, sending an acute tingle straight up my shaft that made me grunt. Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, I turned my attention back to the blanket that was still covering the nine-year-old's waist and everything below. It would be the first time I had seen her vagina since she was seven. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I dragged the blanket further down, showing me that she was, in fact, wearing her silky shorts. A frown popped onto my face before I could stop it, but I quickly wiped it away. I shouldn't be disappointed, but I couldn't deny that I was. Finally I flung the blanket down to the bottom of my daughter's bed in a heap and then let my eyes slowly slide up her body, taking it all in. My cock felt hot in my pants. Alice shivered as I stared at her. Right. I should get about my business. I reached down and put my hands on her sides to the right and left of her stomach. She flinched at my touch. Slowly sliding my fingers along her skin toward her middle, I stared hungrily at her bellybutton. I don't know why I was so infatuated with it, but I pictured myself kissing it and digging my tongue down into it. With a shiver, I slid my hands up her body, onto her chest. I carefully avoided her nipples, although I wanted to rub them and watch her reaction. It was a long reach from where I was standing to get to her shoulders, so I slid my hands back down her chest again. Her body gave a jerk as one of my thumbs "accidentally" brushed lightly across the edge of a nipple. When I reached her stomach again, I tilted my head up and looked at her face. She was staring at me intently. Her mouth was closed, and I could see her tiny nostrils flaring as she breathed through it. Lifting a knee up, I started climbing onto her bed. I wanted a better position to reach everywhere. Her head swiveled, following me as I shimmied my way over a little until I was on my knees between her legs. Leaning forward, I pressed my hands to her stomach again, applying just a little pressure. Slowly, I stretched my body out as I ran my palms along her skin, up to her chest. When I was just below her nipples, I hesitated. My eyes flicked up to hers. She was still staring at me, with the same expression. My heart was beating fast, loud in my ears. I was having a hard time catching my breath. In one smooth, slow motion I leaned just a little further and let my hands glide up and across the center of her nipples. A look of surprise flashed on her face and her mouth fell open as she sucked in a sharp breath. Oops. I had to keep going or it would look like I had done that on purpose. When I reached her shoulders, I let my fingers slide over the tops of them and started massaging her like that. Suddenly, I realized how I was positioned. My cock was taut and throbbing, trapped uncomfortably inside my jeans. And it was less than six inches away from my daughter's young pussy. All I had to do was reach one hand down and undo my button. I honestly thought she might let me get away with it. That she might actually want it. My cock. Inside of her. Oh god. A sharp tingle shot up my shaft, right to the tip and I gasped. Shit. Not again. Oh yes, I was close. I was about to cum yet again. Pulling my hands down off her shoulders and onto her chest, I hesitated. My fingers were splayed out against her non-existent breasts, the pads of each middle finger resting on her two nipples. Unable to help myself, I rubbed them across her tips for about a second and a half. That was all it took. My daughter's entire body shuddered. The tingling between my legs grew so strong when I saw her reaction that I had to get away. Using her chest to push myself up, I stared down at her naked body. My fingers were still resting on her flat chest. They tingled where they made contact with her nipples, and it seemed to have a direct connection with my cock. With a quick yank, I pulled my hands away. My fingertips danced across both nipples as I extricated them from her chest and my daughter's body convulsed again. Urgent pulses of pleasure throbbed in my shaft. I scrambled backward and then almost fell over the edge of her bed. Unable to breathe fully, I threw my legs over the side and hopped down off the bed. When I looked at Alice, she was still staring at me, but not saying a word. My legs were shaky and weak as I tried not to stumble my way to the door. I used her doorframe to steady myself on my way out, and I croaked out, "Goodnight." Two minutes later, I sat on the edge of my own bed trying to catch my breath. My cock was uncomfortably hard, straining within its own skin. Jesus. I sat there for a few minutes with no change to my state of arousal. I didn't know how much longer I could fight it. Maybe a cold shower would do the trick. When I stood up, my legs still felt shaky. But I forced myself to walk back into the hall and toward the bathroom. When I was about to pass by Alice's room, I paused, listening. "Huhhhhh," I heard a loud breath from my daughter. Then another, "Huhh." I couldn't move another step, except to sidle a little closer to her door, as quiet as I could. Standing there, I held my breath, listening. "Hhuuuhhh. Huuuhh. Huhh. Huhh. Huhhh. Huuhhh. Hhhuuuhhh. Huhh. Huhh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. HUh. HUh." Good god, it was getting louder. And faster. She was getting close. I closed my eyes, absently reaching down and running my hand down the length of my shaft as it hung snugly against my leg. Alice's breathing got stronger, louder and faster still. That was the only noise I could hear. But it was enough to fill my head with a fantastical scene. She was getting close. I listened as she continued breathing heavily. "HUUh. HUUUh. HUUh. HUh. HUUUhh. HUUUUhhh. HUUUUHHhh. HUUUUUHHHHhh. HUUUUUHHHHHHhh," her breathing kept getting more intense. Oh god, my little girl was going to cum! I was breathing again, raggedly. Still, I stood and listened. "HUUUUUUUHHhhh. HHUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHhhhH. HHHHUUUUUHHHHHHh. UHHHHNNNNNN MMMMMMMM HUUUUUUUHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!" her noises got increasingly hotter sounding until she finally moaned and then let out a long breath. After that, the volume of her breathing dropped considerably. I could still hear her, but it was softer and starting to slow. Jesus Christ that was insane to listen to. I realized that my cock was pulsing urgently, pleasure tingling up and down its length. Shit. I was about to cum. Stumbling away from my daughter's door, I raced down the hall and crashed into the bathroom. Once there, I yanked my clothes off in a frenzy and then turned on the shower. I jumped in before it could even begin to get warm. Ice cold water hit me with a shock. But I stood beneath the stream without flinching. The water ran down my skin, trickling along the length of my cock. It was twitching, about to spew. I squeezed every muscle I could get control of, trying to hold back the imminent orgasm. Breathing heavily, I stood there. A minute went by. I stood stock still. Two minutes. The water felt even colder. Three minutes. Relief came slowly as I felt the urgent tingling in the head of my penis begin to recede. I stayed in the shower for ten more minutes, until my arousal felt mostly back to normal. When I finally turned off the water and stepped out of the stall, I stared down at my cock. It was sticking straight out, the head purple and shiny. Despite the orgasmic tingle having been pushed back, I was still just as horny. As horny as I had ever been. I knew I should go to take care of that. Hell, I considered just stroking it right there in the bathroom. But for some perverse reason, I didn't. I went to bed with a hardon, and barely slept. In the morning, it was still hard. I didn't think it had budged all night.