Pure Sex: Dear Diary – I Want My Daddy To Fuck Me

by Amber FoxxFire

My 18-year-old daughter, Clarissa, was a very shy girl. Hot, sexy, full of spunk and fire - but VERY shy.

She'd moved in with me the moment she could get away from her mother. But now that she'd come of age, she was starting to get "those feelings."

I just didn't realize "those feelings" were for her daddy...

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My 18-year-old daughter, Clarissa, was a very shy girl. Hot, sexy, full of spunk and fire - but VERY shy.

She'd moved in with me the moment she could get away from her mother. But now that she'd come of age, she was starting to get "those feelings."

I just didn't realize "those feelings" were for her daddy...

I had been cleaning the house - specifically Clarissa's room. She usually kept it neat and tidy, but today she had left her diary out and open on her bed.

Now, I'm not the one to go around snooping on girls' diaries. But...it was open to a specific page and when I saw the word "daddy," my curiosity was piquéd.

Daddy? My heart thundered in my chest. What was she writing about me. I glanced around the room and closed and locked the door, then quickly set to reading that one page. But just that one page.

As I read the large, perfectly-drawn words, my cock hardened. The only words on that page were:

* I want to fuck my daddy!!!

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Surrounded by several hearts.

What was going on? Was my daughter infatuated with me? Was she hormonal? Fertile?

Suddenly wicked thoughts danced in my head and at that moment I knew I had to have her.

I waited until she was back from the mall and had slipped into her room, before walking in on her and —

"Oh, hi, daddy! I didn't hear you --"

The next moment was complete chaos. I grabbed my daughter around the waist and thrust her up against the door and kissed her hard and passionate.

My cock was throbbing like it had never throbbed before. Waiting for her to come home was complete and utter torture. By the time she finally arrived, my underwear was wet with my pre-cum.

"Daddy!" She gasped as she finally pulled away. Her porcelain cheeks were flaming and her blue eyes were dancing questioningly. She looked so God-damn beautiful.

I'd never had dirty, sexual thoughts about my daughter like this before and now that the cat was out of the bag, it was NOT going back in.

"What are you doing?" She stepped away from me, her eyes wide with shock.

I simply pointed to the bed - specifically at her diary.

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