Masturbating for Candy

Candy came into the den while I was watching TV and plopped down on the couch across from my easy chair and started talking. I was surprised at her a little, since at her age she barely ever notices I’m around.
“My volleyball coach says we should be aware that our dads masturbate over thoughts of us,” she said. “She said they even get our dirty panties out of the hamper and sniff them. Or they’ll put them on their faces or even wrap them around their penis when they ‘do it’.”

I just sat there and didn’t say word. What could I say anyway?

She wasn’t content with just telling me that and giving me her most withering expression as she looked steadily into my eyes. “I know you masturbate.”
“What?” I said. “How …”
“I’ve seen you here in your office ... with your porn.” she said, cutting me off. “ … and in the garage when you thought no one was there. My friend Arianne watched you, too.”
“That’s not …
“Is my coach right? Do you think about me when you masturbate?”
After a long minute I stared back at her and nodded. “Sometimes.”

“Do you masturbate into my panties?”

I just nodded. “And with your bras too.”

"Daddy!” she cried in kind of phony shock. “Do all fathers do this? …

“Not all,” I said, trying to be honest and sound matter-of fact. “We don’t talk about it to each other. It’s very private with us. But I think a lot of us do.”

“God,’ she said, “That’s so pervy!

“The coach says you all want to … fuck us. She says it’s your natural inclination.”

“Lots of fathers do want to fuck their daughters,” I admitted, “But it’s wrong. … It’s i****t.”

“Yeah, she said that too. She warned us that it might happen … that some of you fathers might try to do it. She said to tell her if you tried.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Candy. I would never do that.”

“But you’ll masturbate over the thought of me?”

“YES, goddamn it.” I said. “That’s different, and none of your business. It's just fantasy. Drop it, okay?”

She got up and stomped away in her usual defiant way.

It simmered like that for a few hours. Her mother noticed more than usual tension between Candy and me over dinner, but Linda was wise enough not to say anything. There was just a lot of silence. Candy went to her room right after dinner and talked on her cell to Arianne.


Later that night I was in my little home office. Linda was watching TV in the bedroom.

Candy came in and walked right up to my office chair. She held out her hand and let a balled-up pair of her panties unfold as she held them by the waistband.

I looked up at her with a questioning expression.

“If I give you these will you masturbate with them?”

“Maybe.” I said and reached out for them. “I’ll let you know ….”

She snatched them back out of my reach.

“No!” she said sharply. “I mean will you masturbate into them right now?”

“Shhh, your mom is right in the bedroom!”

“She’s half asl**p. she doesn’t care anyway.” Candy said.

She turned and shut the door into the hallway and turned back to me.

“There. She can’t hear now.”

Candy held the panties out again. “Will you masturbate with them or not?”

I looked at her hard and said, “It will have to be my way. You’ll have to do something for me if you want this.”


“I mean you’ll have to do some things to get me hard. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Like what?” she asked, half curious, half irritated.

“My rules.” I said. “Do what I ask. Take it or leave it.”

“What?” she asked again.
“Be quiet! Don’t make her come in here.” I reached out and grabbed the panties and spread them on my pants leg. Goddamn me but my cock was already stiffening and throbbing to life.

She stood in front of me and watched as I lifted my crotch a little and reached for my zipper. She smirked as I pulled the zipper down and spread open my fly.

“Shut up” I warned. “No comments!”

I pulled my cock out and let it rest on my pants leg. It was jerking and starting to rise.

“Show me your titties.” I said.


“Show me your titties!
“I need to see them to be aroused.”

Candy was wearing her team t-shirt and jeans. As if it was something she did all the time, she simply slid the t-shirt over her head and tossed it onto my computer desk. She was wearing one of those cotton stretch bras without hooks. She pulled it around and lifted it off her breasts and let them fall free. I hadn’t gotten a good look at her breasts since she had started high school. They were perfect: conical, full and alabaster white where the tan lines stopped. Her nipples were pink against the darker purple of her areolas. She pulled the bra over her head and tossed it onto her t-shirt. She just stood there and let me look.

That did the trick. My cock responded by throbbing and jerking powerfully. In seconds it was sticking straight up out of my pants. Candy watched it intently as it became hard.

“Oh my god.” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “oh my god.” I moved her panties up onto my crotch and d****d them around the base of my erection. Then I grasped my cock in my hand and slowly stroked it for her.

Candy stood very still, scarcely breathing as she watched me begin to masturbate. Her eyes kept looking at my face, then returning to my cock as I jerked it.

I spread my legs wider and lifted up my crotch again until I was fucking my hand in little back and forth movements.

The room was quiet - just the sound of both of us breathing more rapidly and the quiet rubbing of my hand along the shaft of my erect dick.

“You’re really masturbating!” Candy whispered. ”You’re doing it!”

“Uh huh.” I sighed. I leaned back in the chair and pointed my cock up towards her and jacked off, a bit more rapidly now.

For a couple of minutes we both just concentrated on what I was doing to myself. My cock was fully erect and traveling back and forth in my fist as I fucked my hand.

Soon a little clear bead of precum formed in the slit at the tip of my penis and started a slow drip down the head. Candy watched it carefully. Then another formed and soon a little silver trail of the wet precum began dribbling down my shaft.
“Precum” I sighed.
Candy just nodded absently. Her breathing was more aroused than I think she wanted me to know.

At that point I took the panties in my other hand and bunched them around my stiff shaft. They were a kind of silky fabric, purple-pink colored with little flowers on them. They felt slick against my cock flesh, soft and good! I wrapped them around my cock and began fucking into them. I groaned just a little to let her know how good her panties felt on my dick.
“Pull your pants down,” I rasped.

She started to say something, but instead hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down until they were at her knees. Next her panties came down

Her pubic hair was rich brown and formed a sweet little bush of thick curls over her mons. I felt my cock twitch and began aching as I stared at the exposed flesh of her vulva lips. Her clit was hidden between her thighs, which were closed together because of her jeans holding her knees shut.

“Sit down!” I said.

“Daddy, I …”

“My rules, remember?”

She sat down in the wooden backed chair by my desk, her naked ass just resting on the cushion.

“Spread your legs … let me see your pussy!”

Candy had this strange, serious expression as she let her thighs fall open and expose her crotch to my gaze.

It was my turn to say “Oh my God.” Quietly. I barely noticed that my hand was slipping the silky panties up and down my shaft. I groaned again and fucked into the panties faster and harder. The fabric where I held it against my cock head was damp and turning a darker wine purple from the precum soaking in.

“I’m masturbating for you, darling.” I sighed. “Is this what you want?”
Candy’s little smirk had returned as she held her legs open and leaned back to expose her pussy to my hungry gaze. “Yes. Daddy. Yes, … it’s what I want.”

“Love your pussy … love your beautiful, sweet … pussy!” I sighed. I squeezed my dick with two hands and jerked it harder.

“Masturbate, Daddy.” She urged. “Masturbate with my panties.”

“Uhhhhh” I groaned and fucked in and out of the soft silk briefs.

Candy stared at my penis as it disappeared into her underwear and then reappeared. Back and forth, up and down, I fucked into them and masturbated more furiously with each stroke.

I just had to “goon” as she sat there and watched me. Quietly, so as not to disturb Linda. I began chanting over and over, ‘your pussy. your pussy. sweet fuckin’ pussy. pussy .. pussy, pusssssyyyy. Candyyyyy, your pussssyyyy!!”

“That’s it, Daddy” she cooed. “Masturbate!! Masturbate for me. Masturbate for me. Massturbate!!!”

We both were caught up in the thrill of this totally forbidden act. Our breathing was harsh now, and I was so aroused. The silk panties were a wonderful feeling around my cock as I jerked and rubbed it through the soft fabric. I tried to slow down and make it last, but the ache inside my shaft and the delicious tingle in my balls let me know I was close to my orgasm.

“Gonna cum.” I sighed.

Candy just sat up a little and stared intently at my cock and at the expression of lust on my face. .

“Gonna cummmmm!” I repeated. My cock was spasming, aching wonderfully.

“Do it, daddy!” Candy said. “Cum!”
I pulled the panties up higher on my shaft and held a bit of the folded fabric over my hard purple cock head. I gripped my penis tightly, stroking it fast and holding it straight up. “Gonna CUM!” I panted.

“ … cum in your panties!”

“Let me see!” she cried, a little too loud. She slipped off the chair and onto her knees on the carpet in front of me. “Let me SEE!!”

I scooted forward, pulled my cock down to an angle that pointed at my daughter and let it nestle in a groove I made in the wadded up ball of her panties so she could watch it cum. We could both see the head of it lying in the silk trough I held just under it. Just as I did, the first long squirt spurted out of the tip. The ropy white stream shot over her panties, and landed on Candy’s bare shoulder, dripped onto my pants leg and went everywhere.

“Mmmm …. Goddddd!” I groaned.
The second spurted onto her naked tit and painted a milky goo on her skin. Then a third and a forth spit out hitting her flesh below her tits but mostly just spattering onto my pants. The rest squirted into the panties I held under my cock.

I leaned back in my swivel chair and let the cum ooze out to be soaked up by Candy’s wadded-up panties.

My daughter remained on her knees, watching my cock as it pulsed out the last of my cum. After a moment, she pulled the sodden panties out of my hands and began wiping my cum off of her skin.

My breathing began to slow and I slumped back in my chair and let my cock dribble the last of my cum onto my pants.

Candy stood up, pulled her jeans up and reached for her bra and t-shirt.

“Is that what you wanted?” I rasped.

My daughter seemed a little shocked and distracted by what she had watched, what she had made happen; so she just nodded and pulled her t-shirt on without her bra. She pushed her cummed-on panties into the bra and folded it over on them.

Without a word she turned and slipped out of the door leaving it open and leaving me sitting in my chair with my softening dick in my hand, oozing the very last of my cum onto my pants.

I didn’t move for a long time, just sat there trying to take in everything that had just happened. Finally, I slid my pants off, went into the bathroom and tossed them into the hamper after I wiped myself up. I put on my bathrobe and went to join Linda in the bedroom.

As I went down the hallway, I heard Candy on her cell talking to Arianne.

“Yeah, he did! I got them! … did you get yours?”

Linda wasn’t asl**p at all. As I got into bed with her she looked at me with a mocking expression and said, “Did you two have fun?”

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Posted by _PussyManiac_
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10 months ago
A little different. Fun,thought provoking and sexy as hell. Thanks
11 months ago
well written with a nice surprise ending!!
11 months ago
great story