Our daddy/daughter bond had always been special, but today the chlorine stung my nose as I clung to the rough edge of the backyard pool. My short, wavy dirty blonde hair plastered against my forehead in damp curls. I shivered, the turquoise water feeling like a cold shock against my skin. He stepped into the shallow end, his muscles rippling under the surface, a strong man who made me feel safe even when the depths terrified me.
“Just trust me, Tira,” he whispered, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. “I’ve got you.”
He pulled me into his chest, the heat of his skin contrasting with the cool water. I could feel the hard lines of his torso pressing against my small frame. This daddy/daughter lesson shifted as his hands slid down my back, squeezing my hips with a possessive grip. My brilliant smile flickered into a gasp when I felt something thick and rigid pulsing beneath his swim trunks. His hard dick rubbing me through both our fabrics.
“Are you still scared, baby?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear.
“Not of the water anymore,” I whimpered, leaning back into him. “I just want you.”
He hoisted me up, pinning my back against the tiled wall of the pool. His hand dove beneath the surface, fingers finding my young pussy, which felt swollen and aching. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping as he teased my clit. He freed his cock, a thick, pulsing pillar of heat that glistened under the summer sun. He pulled aside my swimsuit and guided the head against my opening and shoved. A single, brutal thrust that buried him deep! I gasped, the air leaving my lungs in a rush. He began to fuck me, the water splashing around us with every heavy plunge. His balls knocked against my skin, a rhythmic feeling driving me to higher heights. I felt him pull back a little farther only for him to slam back in, hitting my cervix with a force that made my toes curl and me to cry out.
“You’re so tight for your daddy,” he groaned, his grip tightening on my thighs.
“Yes, please, fuck me harder!” I screamed.
We clung to each other as our climaxes hit, a wave more powerful than any current. I felt his warmth spill inside me, a searing brand of ownership. As we drifted in the shallow end, the sun warming our wet skin, I realized this was the only kind of lesson I ever wanted. Our daddy/daughter secret staying submerged in the blue, a hidden treasure of desire that strengthened our bond.
“I love you, Tira,” he murmured, kissing my forehead.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
“We’ll do this every day,” he promised. “Until you learn how to swim,” he winked.
🌊 TIRA
Your Sensual Daddy/Daughter Fantasy
