“But Daddy…” you whined like a cranky child. You have matured so much in the last few years of school and getting your degrees, but when you are with him you always seem to fall back into that mode.

He just grinned. His salt and pepper beard and the crinkles around the calm blue eyes are starting to show his age but the smile was always the same.

“No, my little princess. Not this time. You have been working so hard for so long on your dissertation. Now that you have done so well, it is time to rest.”

It has been such a stressful slog, you didn’t think you could make it a few times. You have kind of fallen apart in the last few months, barely time to bathe let alone have a social life, or get some non-plastic dick. Hardly even had time for Mr. Robot your buzzy boyfriend.

A fact you were reminded of as his hands settled gently on your shoulders and began to squeeze deep. You didn’t even notice how tense you were, still wired up from all the stress and long nights. Strong hands worked at your knots and it felt so blessedly good that you let your eyes close and let out a little moan. Hearing yourself you sat bolt up, face blushing and flustered “but Daddy, there’s more to do.. I have to meet about that foundation and my advisor wanted me to begin some revisions on that paper..”

“All of which will wait. Till after vacation. Now, don’t be a brat.” Suddenly the massaging hand swatted you playfully on one cheek of your bottom, not hard but still stinging slightly through your yoga pants. A different kind of confusing heat flushed through you. You yelp but the tingling makes you wish it would happen again. Wait, no, this is your Daddy. He’s always taken care of you and supported you, you shouldn’t think about him that way. He was always handsome, growing up you may have.. peeked a few times.. when he was changing, after the shower, a couple times when he had girlfriends over.. and had to hump your pillow after. But once you had cum all over it you could not meet his gaze and swore to yourself not again.

“Get packing. I have the cabin for a week, and I don’t plan on missing any of it. Get ready, get packed, and don’t you dare bring any work with you. That’s an order.” He laughed but something in his deep voice was quite unyielding. Almost stern. It all made you feel… strange and off balance to be ordered around moments after being cared for.

As you resigned yourself to packing your eyes fell on Mr. Robot under a pile of books on your bedside table. For a second your mind flickered to the hands on your shoulder but you shook the thought away “hmm damn, I think you may be too loud for this trip old friend.. maybe when I get back we will have a nice long session..”. How many jack seshs have you shared over the years? Since you found the Hitachi in that unopened box in the stuff from the old house. He didn’t say a word about it disappearing. It has served you so well, even used it on your back once or twice when it wasn’t buzzing away in your swollen clit.

The drive was long but already relaxing. His podcasts jibbered away about some nerdy stuff and the suburbs turned into farm fields, rolling hills, then forest as we headed north. The traffic thinned and you were on rural northwoods roads, half the farms empty and abandoned. You checked your phone a few times as Daddy raised a disapproving eyebrow but said nothing. The bars dropped to nothing eventually.

You awoke suddenly as he shook your shoulder “Put on your socks pumpkin, we’re here!” he laughed and you looked bleary eyed at a sea of green sun dappled leaves around the car. You were deep in the woods, maples and birch towering over the cabin nearby.

Cabin didn’t do it justice, this looked more like a house. But a Scandinavian house of wood and glass, tall and slim with a prominent chimney. Sort of a ski chalet but in the cool crisp air of the northwoods early summer. No neighbors to be seen.

He began hauling his backpack and sacks of food towards the door. “Not bad huh? Thought I would splurge for my smart little girl.” Walking around the deck towards the door on the downhill side you could see a hot tub and small pool down below, as well as what looked like an outdoor shower a story up on the side of the house overlooking them.

It was gorgeous inside, all smooth blond wood. Apparently the owner built it himself over many years from the wood he cut on the lot. It was quirky, half finished here and there, but very organic. Bark left on pieces and odd shapes. It felt very natural and right. Though the stars of the show were the huge windows. On both floors they looked into the trees on all sides. It was so green and lush. Calming.

The centerpiece was a big wood stove, the chimney of which was surrounded but the stairs leading to the loft above. “Go ahead and pick a room while I get the cooler” he yelled, heading back and you hauled your pack up the big staircase.

At the top you were a little taken aback. The builder didn’t seem too focused on privacy. In the open upper loft one half the walls were windows looking out into the canopy of green leaves and down on wildflowers and flowering shrubs in the undergrowth. Before them was a huge tub. Sort of in the middle of the room, a curtain around being the only privacy. Big enough to stretch out in though, with jets… might be a good replacement for Mr. Robot if you could get some private time.

That seemed even less likely when you scoped the rooms. Had doors, but also open windows to the main platform, and right next to each other. You sighed, at least the bathroom downstairs has a real door.

By that evening you were both well settled in. He had to get into the pool right away but you wanted to get dinner started. He was going to cook but you had a whole plan, flank steak you prepped before we left home. Daddy grumbled that you were supposed to be resting but you insisted this was restful for you. You used to cook a lot before you started grad school but there has not been the time.

Slicing the peppers that would go with it you had a lovely view from the kitchen of the forest outside and the pool below. He tested the water with one toe before smiling and stepping in “little chilly but not too bad.” he yelled up and dove under the water to begin some laps.

The sun dappling on the water was mesmerizing as was the smooth muscled curves of his back disappearing under the water to emerge again. His fuzzy, teddy bear fur now black and slick. Daddy must have been working out, you always think of him as a big bear of a man, but the broad shoulders and muscled arms visible now looked less cute and cuddly, more.. manly. Muscles flexed as he submerged and rose again. Such a small suit he had on.. one of his girlfriends must have gotten it for him. Jen maybe, he was always going to Mexico with her. You thought maybe she would move in but he never seemed to get serious with his women. Once you asked if he would ever remarry and he just patted you on the head and said “and have two girls to look after? That didn’t work out great last time. Maybe once you are out of the house and old dad gets lonely.” He seemed sad. The kind of sad that made you want to hug him and tell him you were there for him.

Realizing you had stopped chopping to stare you felt flustered again. Why were you feeling warm again? A heel of one hand pressed into your mons through the thin fabric without thinking. It felt fucking good. What would those muscled shoulders feel like looming over you… Damn you were hard up. Get your shit together girl. Maybe after bed tonight once he was snoring you could get some release. “these are ready for the grill.. Daddy!”

It was fun, cooking together like old times. Only a few times did you find yourself eyeing him a bit as he worked the grill in his loosely draped aloha shirt and drying trunks. Definitely been working out more. His thighs and calves had some real definition. Who was he trying to impress anyway? It had been months since he brought anyone around. That bitch Cass, happy to see her go. Always fighting, though judging by the noises from his bedroom she relented in the end. More than once you heard the slap of hand on ass and her begging for forgiveness. Usually followed by grunting and moaning. Once she even was begging “Daddy” to “teach her pussy a lesson” which made you more than a little jealous.

“Well, where’s the meat?” You jumped at my words, laughing, blushing again as you were lost in thought about what you heard. Was that a dirty joke? Those trunks were very tight.. and he was filling it out well. No. No dammit get it together..

Later, nice and full of steak the evening air was getting chill. Daddy built up a fire in the stove still dressed for swimming. The smoke smelled nice, and the cabin became homey. Relaxing before it he reached for something in my coat then sighed looking at you. “Honey, look, we came all this way and um.. you aren’t a kid anymore, and you have been so successful.. there’s something I have kept from you because it wasn’t appropriate.” He wasn’t meeting your eyes, what could this be about, he wasn’t talking about… was he?

“I um, well I smoke weed hon. Have for.. as long as you have been around.” Pulling a little tube and lighter out, and popping it open “you are an adult now, you can make your own choices, but I am not going to waste this gorgeous night in the lovely place with my best girl by sneaking around.. ya know?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes “yeah duh, I knew what you were doing in the garage dad. Like I couldn’t smell it.” He laughed as well “well thanks for playing along babe” as he lit the joint carefully and breathed it in. “This stuff is strong.. but you are welcome.” It smelled fancy, not the skunk your friends had at the rare parties you attended. You had tried it a few times before but it did not fit with your busy life as a student. One hookup liked to get you high and eat your pussy though, did that a few times before he ghosted. It was pretty amazing. “Sure, just a puff”

Daddy tried to do the dishes but you insisted he get dressed properly. Both of us a bit silly and happy from the weed, laughing and joking about the décor in this place. He announced he would try the outdoor shower as it looked “fuckin’ rad” out there. You began soaking a few dishes as he did, listening to the music on the old stereo that filled the cabin. One of his playlists, eclectic, the sort of thing he prides himself on. Couple good tracks but definitely Dad rock. Robyn came on, been a while since you heard that track.

Then, leaning forward over the sink you were shocked to see that from this angle, the kitchen window looked right down on the shower area.. and Daddy’s cock.

You stifled a gasp, seeing him nude on the wooden slats of the shower. He was looking out towards the woods, lathering his shoulders and chest, weather pouring over bearish muscles. Below it all though, his cock hung at an angle. Not up exactly, but definitely part way. He sang along to the song on the radio, oblivious of being observed and began rinsing the lather away. As he did he lazily stroked the hanging cock, and hefted his balls beneath for a tug. You heard a little groan from where you watched and the dick rose higher, stiffer. You could see his eyes closed as he turned, pulling harder, legs tensing. It was big now. Real big. His dad belly flexed and the head swelled in his hand. One arm on the wall of the shower he fucked the cock Into his hand, muttering. If only you could hear..

Suddenly you realized, on hand was down your shorts. God, you were soaked. It felt so fucking good.. that swollen cockhead.. getting bigger.. oh my god was he going to cum right there? Fucking his fist, eyes tight shut under the spray cascading over his strong body, he groaned louder. Leaning forward you could almost make it out “.. fucking good little cunt.. take every inch.. yeah Daddy has what you need little girl.. oh fuck you are making Daddy feel so good baby… gonna give you every drop..”. Your fingers slipping in and out of your cunt now… wait, was he talking about?..

“Uggnhhh” he groaned loudly, and you watched as heavy white ropes of spunk fired from the painfully swollen cockhead to splatter on the wall of the shower, and arc across the slats to fall below. “Ooooh yeah, take it all little cunt… Daddy’s.. ahhhhh..giving you his babies..” as another rope lurched out your fingers schlicking in and out suddenly hit your button just right.. you idly thought for a moment “that’s the seed.. that made me..” you could almost feel it, all the way inside, those white ropes pumping deep into your stretched open hole again and again, filling you, invading you.. and suddenly you were overwhelmed with convulsions of joy from your long delayed orgasm., “soooooo fucking dirty Daddy..” you muttered to yourself as the convulsions made your knees weak.

You slept really well after that. He as well. You mostly avoided eye contact, opened a novel but fell asleep almost immediately. Soon you could hear his snores right nearby in the next bed, and thoughts of that thick cock unloading occasionally flittered in your mind as your fingers stroked your breasts and you drifted off to sleep.

In your dreams you are lost in the woods, rushing down paths and over darkly forested hills but they all seemed to lead back to the same sun dappled glade. After many iterations of this wandering you lie down in the moss and wildflowers of the glade by a creek. Animals hop about and one frog begins speaking to you, about what you can’t recall after waking. What you do recall is the bull. A dark shape on the far side of the glade. Muscled, huge, towering over you. Sun glistening on its huge horns. An enormous erect cock arcing under its belly. Storm clouds gathered over it and an aura of darkness haloed it. As it approached your heart fluttered with fear mixed with anticipation and lust.

Getting closer it began to shift its shape, standing up on two legs, towering over you, still bull headed, a Minotaur whose shaggy pelt did not obscure the angry stiff erection. Not an animal cock now, a brutally huge monstrous human dong. Swaying with each hooved step, dripping juices. You were terrified and very aroused. You found yourself on all fours, turning away, submissively spreading open your curvy bottom, offering yourself to this manbeast.

In the dream you were mounted, the impossible dick sliding in easily despite its girth. The beast atop you grunted like an animal and its huge swinging hairy balls slapped your cunt and clit with each thrust making your mind reel. Woodland creatures surrounded you in the glade, watching awe at your mating.

The frog spoke again “looks like this dumb breed cow is getting what she deserves.” “Yes” replied a robin “dirty cunts like her need to be bred” “Aye” the frog pondered “quite right, looks like she’s going to get knocked up soon. I bet the slut cums all over his cock when he breeds her” “Yes a dumb horny slut like her can’t help herself even when it’s her own flesh and blood” the bird tweeted.

With a gasp you turned to look back and the Minotaur was now a huge man, your Daddy, looming over you like a tiny thing. Gripping your hips roughly, his belly atop your soft ass, hips pounding you again and again, his cock still huge, ramming your womb with each thrust. He leaned down and growled “it’s time you little cunt.. time you were bred.. by Daddy” and he began to roar.. and you were awake.

Groggily you rose, realizing your thighs were slick and suddenly your memory of the night before and the dream came flooding back.

It wasn’t till then that you started to feel a bit weird about it. Damn, you can’t be jerking off to your Daddy like that. It was an invasion of privacy for sure and pretty fucking kinky as well. Very taboo. But the situation is probably to blame right? Shouldn’t be getting so horned up and desperate.. and baked.. but you also could not forget his dirty rambling. Was that what he was into? Probably some roleplay thing he did with Cass. Probably haven’t gotten any for months, those balls did look very.. large and heavy. Or could it be.. you? He has always been the best Daddy, never any hint like that. But why not? You haven’t been able to work out much the last few years but you still turn some heads. In fact your breasts have gotten a bit bigger, and your hips, as you have filled out. Almost as big as mom in the tits department, and he always liked that.

Your feelings were a jumble. Did he want you? Was that possible? Did you want Daddy? Probably better to pretend it never happened.

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