Chapter 11 - Daddy's home


Nattie had waited impatiently for her father to finally come out of the bathroom. She quietly stayed in the background and tried not to be noticed, just watching as he went into the living room and finally let himself fall onto the couch with a sigh. But no sooner had he leaned back and reached for his tablet than she rushed toward him, beaming from ear to ear.

“DADDYYYY!”

Naked as she was, she jumped onto his lap, ignoring his surprised look, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. Her mother, who had watched the whole scene, stood in the doorway smiling and crossed her arms. She watched happily as father and daughter celebrated their reunion. And it wasn't long before Mike's hands began to passionately stroke his naked child's back and pull her close to him. Nattie greedily sucked on his tongue, kissed him, rubbed herself against him, nestled her whole body against his, and breathed in his scent.

Oh Dad

It took him quite a while to push her away enough to look up at her face and smile. But she still didn't let go of him, keeping her hands on the back of his neck and beaming at him.

“Dad, I missed you.”

“Oh, Nattie,” he sighed, stroking her cheek tenderly. “I missed you too, my little one.”

“You were gone forever. I thought it was only supposed to be a week.”

She frowned reproachfully, and he looked away.

“I know, I’m sorry. But it had to be done.”

Then he pushed her a little further away from him on his lap and looked at her with admiration. His strong hands slid over her arms and his eyes darted over her bare chest down to her wet, glistening pussy, which was rubbing against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.

"How come you're naked, sweetheart? Did your mother finally convince you of her way of life?"

Nattie grinned brightly and glanced quickly at her mother, who was still standing in the doorway. She gave her only an amused smile and shrugged her shoulders, but her daughter just shook her head and bit her lip.

“No, not exactly. But before I get to that…”

And with that, she kissed him again, passionately, sensually. She wrapped her arms around his neck and immediately felt his hands run over her back and the hard bulge pressing against her lap twitched expectantly. A warm shiver ran through her whole body and she enjoyed his tongue in her mouth so much that she wanted to open his pants immediately, take out his hard cock, and just impale herself on it. But before she fulfilled this desire, she definitely wanted to share the big news with him first. Because she had been looking forward to it so much. For days, she had been unable to think of anything else.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could still see her mother standing in the doorway, watching her with a pensive smile. But as much as Natalie loved her, it wasn't her who had her attention at that moment. At that moment, there was only her and her dad, the man who made her heart beat so fast, who had been there for her when she wanted to experience her first love, her first lust, her first passion. The man who had made her a woman a little over two years ago and whose kisses and touches were now becoming more and more passionate and demanding. She could already feel his hands on her butt again, feel him kneading and pulling her buttocks apart and tenderly tickling her back entrance with a finger. She moaned into his mouth, rubbing her wet crotch against his pants, knowing she was leaving a wet spot on them, but she didn't care at that moment.

But before the passion could overwhelm her, and she knew it wouldn't take much more, she pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, breathless. Her father also seemed to need a moment to recover. But eventually, he put a crooked smile on his lips and tilted his head with a smile.

“Hmm, that was lovely. If you always greet me so nicely when I come back, maybe I should stay away longer in the future?”

But the little girl immediately shook her head, hugged him, and pressed her cheek against his. A sad thought flashed through her mind.

In the future, there is no future for us

“No, no way, Dad.”

She took his face in both hands, looked seriously into his eyes, and shook her head.

“At least not as long as I'm still here.”

Something changed in her father's gaze as she spoke the words. The crease between his eyebrows deepened slightly and a hint of sadness entered his eyes. But before he could reply, she suddenly climbed off him, let his fingers slip through hers, and turned halfway around to present her bare backside to him.

“I want to show you something,” she whispered, feeling her heart leap into her throat as his gaze found the mark emblazoned on her buttock.

“What do you think?”

Without replying, Mike leaned forward, reached out his hand, and stroked the brand with a serious expression. It was no longer bright red, as it had been yesterday, but now adorning her skin in a light brown tone. His thumb tenderly traced the sensitive skin, and Nattie bit her lip in anticipation.

“So you're really going to do it. You... You're giving them your body? We're going to eat you at the reception?”

Natalie nodded and turned back to him. She was now standing very close to him, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her stomach.

“Of course. Did you think I would say no?”

Her father sighed, shrugged his shoulders and pressed a kiss below her belly button. Then he rested his forehead on her stomach and shook his head. She didn't see the look her parents exchanged at that moment, enjoying only the intimate touch, the closeness she felt at that moment.

“I... I don't know what I was thinking,” he finally replied quietly. But when he looked up at her again and let his hands wander down to her bottom, she could see a smile in his eyes that made her breathe a sigh of relief.
“But I'm incredibly proud of you. And grateful, too, because I know how happy George will be about this. But... I'm going to miss you as well.”

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than the twelve-year-old sank to her knees in front of him, took his hands, and looked up at him with longing in her eyes. The trembling in her pussy had become more and more intense in the last few minutes, it was almost a burning desire that desperately needed to be satisfied. And so she kissed his hands and then gently but firmly pushed him back onto the couch as she slid closer to him on her knees.

“Don't think about that now, Dad. I only want to think about one thing right now, that you're finally back.”

With a half-smile and a quick glance at his wife, who watched silently with shining eyes, Mike leaned back, and Natalie wasted no time. With practiced movements, she pulled down his waistband a little and felt for his cock. With a happy smile, she snuggled up to it, felt his hot shaft against her cheek, and sighed with relief.

Finally

And then she followed her instincts and simply did what felt right, what she had been doing with him for years, what she loved and what her mother had taught her all those years ago. She kissed her father's hard cock, licked from his balls up to the tip, and when she reached the top, she tenderly closed her lips around it and began to suck.

“Oh, Nattie. Wow... Oh God, yes, you're so good at this.”

Her father's satisfied moans were music to her ears. Keeping her eyes fixed on him, she whispered playfully as she slapped his hard cock against her cheek:

“I missed him.

“He missed you too. Oh yes...”

Mike's answer was lost in a long moan as she took him into her mouth again and began to suck him with complete devotion. Again and again she took him as deep as she could, sucking him, licking him, suckling on his tip and covering him with tender kisses in between. When his hard shaft wasn't in her mouth, she jerked him off, looking at him with love and longing.

When she glanced briefly at the door, she saw her mother smile at her, blow her a quick kiss, and then disappear around the corner to give the two of them their privacy. And Natalie was grateful, because even though she loved her mother more than life itself and had been longing for her closeness and touch more than ever before, this was a moment that belonged only to her and her father.

Just me and Dad

And so she continued to work on him, sucking his cock as passionately as she could, covering his balls with countless kisses, nibbling on his tip, jerking off his hard shaft, and playing with the tip of her tongue on his glans over and over again. Until at some point he couldn't take it anymore, moaned loudly, and carefully pulled away from her.

“Oh, baby, I want you.”

And there, his daughter beamed with happiness, nodded excitedly at him, and jumped to her feet, only to settle down at the other end of the couch with her legs spread and her arms stretched out invitingly toward him.

“Yes, fuck me, Dad. Fuck me. I want you... I want to feel you deep inside me.”

At least as aroused as she was, Mike dropped his pants and stepped over to her. He knelt on the edge of the couch, spread her legs, and without further ado, positioned his cock at her tight entrance. As always, his hard glans looked almost obscenely thick against her small, childlike slit. So she wasn't surprised when he paused again and looked up at her questioningly, tenderly placing a hand on her cheek.

“Do you really want this? Because I don't think I can hold back.”

His voice sounded rough and panting with lust. His eyes glowed with arousal and Natalie felt his firm grip around her ankles, holding her legs spread apart. She could hardly wait to feel him inside her, so she nodded eagerly, touched his hand on her cheek and whispered:

"Do it, Dad. Take me as hard as you want. I'm just a piece of meat. From today on, you never have to be careful with me again."

Mike growled with pleasure and then thrust his cock slowly but relentlessly forward until it was completely buried inside her. The air was literally knocked out of Nattie's lungs. She gasped, pressed her hand against her stomach, and squeezed her eyes shut, because it wasn't just pleasure, she felt, but also pain. But she could hardly tell the two sensations apart anymore, and she didn't want to. One was equivalent to the other, because what mattered in her life was no longer what she herself felt, but only what she had to give to others. And she wanted to give her father as much pleasure as she could. So, with trembling lips, she raised her hands to his cheeks, looked deep into his eyes, and gasped:

“Yes... just like that... aaahhh, fuck me. Push your beautiful, hard cock into my pussy and fuck me hard. Oh yes, yes, Dad. Give me everything you've got!”

Mike laughed softly and shook his head, but he didn't stop, thrusting again and again, driving his daughter closer and closer to orgasm with every hard thrust. After a while, he threw his head back, groaned, and bit his teeth together. He was obviously trying to stop himself from coming just yet.

“Oh God, you feel so good, so tight.”

“Just for you, Daddy.”

She stretched her arms above her head, arched her back, and gasped loudly with every thrust. The happiness she felt at that moment was overwhelming; she didn't know what to do with herself, she only knew one thing: she was in the right place. She felt so fulfilled at that moment. Her father was finally back, her beloved dad. His beautiful hard dick, the cock that had conceived her back then, was now inside her, driving her to the highest heights and tickling places inside her that no one else could find.

At some point, perhaps wanting to delay it a little longer, Mike changed his rhythm. His hard shaft now slid slowly and tenderly into her. He no longer pushed so deeply, but instead stimulated the first few inches of her vagina with tender, steady thrusts, massaging her lovingly rather than fucking her hard. With a dreamy look, Nattie reached out her arms to him and tenderly touched his chest and hips, and when he leaned over her, her fingers ran through his sparse chest hair, up to his neck. She pulled him down to her and kissed him lovingly, as he slid a little deeper into her and she gasped her excitement directly into his mouth.

“Dad...” With a veiled gaze, she looked into his eyes, ran her fingers over his lips, and enjoyed his gentle thrusts. “I’ve been so turned on since I found out. And Mom has been tormenting me. Especially yesterday.”

An imperceptible smile formed on his features. He didn’t stop thrusting tenderly, but asked:

“You were in town, weren't you?”

She nodded with narrowed eyes and moaned:

“Yes... and I was completely naked.”

“That must have been exciting.”

Another nod, and even though she was lying beneath him with her legs spread and his cock deep inside her, she felt a blush spreading across her cheeks.

“It was,” she whimpered. “Everyone was staring at me... Oh God, Dad...”

Mike redoubled his efforts; it was clear that he wanted to come now and that he intended to do it with her. His lips found her throat, his tongue slid over her skin, searching. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and his hard thrusts in her belly. By now, she could no longer distinguish the pain from the pleasure; they had merged into one ultimate feeling of arousal.

“Dad, yes, yes. Yes... come, come inside me, marinate me, oh God yes, Daddy.”

Marinate me

She had planned her words earlier while she was waiting for him, but now that she had said them, she felt ridiculous. Ashamed, she covered her eyes with her arm and grinned to herself, but her father didn't stop fucking her, and now it was exactly that again, a hard fuck with only one goal. And they were both driving towards it together, unstoppable.

“Hnnnnngggg... Daddy...”

“Oh, my little girl, my little darling...”

And then it happened. She could feel it, felt his hot seed shooting into her body and finding its target. At the same time, a wave of excitement flooded her mind. Goosebumps formed all over her body and she arched her back beneath him, screaming out her pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut so she couldn't see him staring at her in amazement with an overjoyed smile on his lips. Mike was still pumping the last thrusts of his hot juice into his child and couldn't have been happier at that moment. But eventually his strength left him and he collapsed limply on top of her. She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, nestled her face in his neck, and whispered:

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

She could feel him sighing, breathing in shakily and trying not to settle his entire weight on top of her. Yet she would have gladly endured it, almost wanted him to bury her beneath him, wanted to gasp for breath beneath him...
But eventually he groaned and sat up again with a satisfied expression on his face. The smile he gave her was full of love and gratitude.

“Wow, I needed that.”

Nat laughed softly, still feeling him deep inside her. With a pensive smile, she ran her hand over her stomach and felt the spot where she thought his tip was.

“Me too.”

Her father leaned over her again, gave her a tender kiss on the lips and then one on each of her hard nipples. Then he carefully reached for his cock and gently and slowly pulled it out of her. However, his twelve-year-old daughter couldn't help but sigh with pleasure and tremble all over as her father's thick shaft left her tight embrace. She gasped once more, laughed shyly, and then propped herself up on her elbows.

“Oh dear, I'm leaking.”

“Wait, sweetheart...”

“Oh, Dad... Aaahhhhh...”

With a quiet outcry, she fell back onto the couch and trembled all over as her father dove between her legs and began to lick her. His rough tongue danced over her highly sensitive lips and clit, lapping up every drop of cum he could find. He stayed between her legs for a good minute, licking her clean, and Nattie almost thought she would jump out of her skin, so intense were the feelings. It was as if her whole body had been put under high voltage.

That would be another hot way to kick the bucket

But before she could pursue this tempting thought, Mike suddenly sat up, crawled over her, and kissed her on the mouth. His daughter eagerly returned the kiss, and soon she had the familiar taste of his semen on her tongue and closed her eyes in pleasure. When he finally pulled away from her and she looked up at him with a satisfied sigh, she met his thoughtful smile.

“Oh, dear. You're just like your mother.”

Nattie stretched out in front of him on the couch, purring contentedly like a kitten that had just been fed milk, and grinned broadly.

“Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment.”

“It's true. And not just in character, you look more and more like her every day.”

But suddenly something changed in his gaze, a hint of seriousness appeared in his dark eyes as he continued quietly:

“Are you really sure you want to do this? That you…”

But then she nodded, propped herself up on her elbows again, and looked him in the eye with conviction.

“Yes, Dad. Yes. I've thought about it for a long time. And it just feels right.”

Mike's brows furrowed thoughtfully. He was still sitting between her spread thighs, his cock on her pubic mound, his hands gently on her knees. He tilted his head and finally asked a question that sent a cold feeling through her stomach.

“Aren't you afraid?”

“I'm terrified.”

She bit her lip and lowered her gaze.

“I'm scared of the pain. And also, of... Well...” She shrugged uncertainly. “Death and what comes after...”

With that, she sat up straight, tucked her legs under her, and placed her hands in her lap. Her father did the same and sank back into the pillows opposite her. Eventually, she shrugged and timidly looked up at him again, a crooked smile on her lips.

“But whenever these doubts arise in me, I think about how happy you will all be. How much you will enjoy my meat. And then the fear disappears. And all that remains is anticipation.”

After these words, Mike raised his hand and tenderly stroked her cheek. Then he brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead lovingly, and Natalie nestled into his rough palm affectionately. She could see that he was struggling, fighting a lump in his throat, when he finally spoke:

“You're going to give them an unforgettable day.”

A radiant smile formed on her lips.

“Are you looking forward to eating me too?”

To her great delight, her dad didn't hesitate for a second with his answer.

“You bet. I can't wait to cut off a nice piece of you. I don't even know what I want to try first.”

He playfully poked her in the sides several times, making her giggle. But after a while, she looked up at him seductively and raised her hands to her chest. She pushed together the little flesh she had to offer and playfully offered it to him.

“Maybe one of my breasts, or would you prefer a thick slice of my butt?”

She wiggled her bottom invitingly on the couch, and the smile on her father's lips grew wider.

“Maybe both, darling. I'll definitely be back for seconds.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than she threw her arms around his neck and planted a long kiss on his lips. She felt his tender grip on her hip, played with his tongue, and sighed blissfully into his mouth. Then, after a long and passionate kiss, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder and stared at his lap. Lost in thought, she placed her hand on his stomach and bit her lip.

“I can't wait to be in there.”

But this thought was accompanied by another, and it gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. In a regretful tone, she added quietly:

“Unfortunately, I won't stay long, then I'll end up in the toilet.”

It was kind of weird. She had never given any thought to what would happen afterwards. She knew she would die, that her body would be processed and prepared, and that all the guests at the wedding couldn't wait to eat her. But as was the way with food, it followed its natural course. Everything that went in at some point had to come out again eventually. And so, at that moment, she was overwhelmed by a simple but unfortunately undeniable realization.

I will become feces. I will be digested and my remains excreted. I will end up as a pile of shit

She was infinitely grateful to her father when his voice pulled her out of these not exactly pleasant thoughts.
“Unfortunately, that can't be avoided, dear. But a part of you will always stay with me, right here.”

With that, he took her hand and placed it on his heart. She could feel it beating in his chest.

“I will never forget you, Nattie. Never. I promise you that.”

The little girl closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and nestled against his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, felt his warm skin against hers, and took a deep breath.

“I love you, Dad. And that's exactly why I'm doing this. Because I want to be as close to you... to you and Mom as I possibly can.”