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Daddy Dearest	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 43693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Daddy Dearest
- 2-In Which Quinn Fucks her Daddy
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Russell Fabray loved his daughter, and he loved taking care of her.
Ever since his wife had caught him in bed with a woman half his age, just a moment of weakness, he made sure Quinn had everything she wanted.
He gave her money, clothes and even set aside money to buy her a car when she turned 16 in a few months.
He had also become quite protective, maybe even overprotective.
He asked Quinn every day when she came home her freshman year whether any boys had given her trouble.
“No, Daddy. Puck always leers, but I can handle him. I like that Finn boy, though. I think he’d be able to protect me,” she said the last time he’d asked.
He never asked again because this made him irrationally angry, not at Puck but at Finn.
He was the one who was supposed to take care of his little girl, not some teenage doughboy…no matter how nice and polite he was to Russell when he’d come to pick Quinn up for their first date.
And, as for that woman he’d slept with…it mattered very little that she was blonde, athletic, and had intelligent green eyes that reminded him of his daughter.
Except it did, and he knew it.
He was one of those perverted guys he was trying to protect his little girl from, and she was the object of his perverted fantasies.
He was in hell, and he knew that literal hell was where he was destined for if he didn’t get his dirty mind under control.
“Hi, Daddy,” Quinn greeted him on the first day of her sophomore year.
He looked up from where he sat on a barstool to return the greeting and lost his voice and his breath.
Quinn, his princess, his little girl, was wearing her brand new cheerleading uniform.
Quinn had been working out all summer because she wanted to make captain, and by the time she was descending the stairs on her first day of school, Russell was seeing what he knew had to be the most beautiful sight in the world.
He watched his lithe, pretty, athletically-gifted little girl who had shaped her body into one of a dancer.
Her strong but feminine thighs flowed from that short, red pleated skirt, and he glued his eyes to her firm, round bottom as she twirled at the bottom of the stairs to show off.
He still couldn’t speak, and his pants were getting tighter by the second.
“Don’t I look good, Daddy?” Quinn almost whimpered when her father hadn’t responded when she asked.
Russell stared into his daughter’s beautiful eyes and finally found his voice.
“Princess, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said in awe, hiding his shame because his little girl deserved to hear the truth.
Quinn assumed her proud smile again and kissed her father’s cheek.
“Thank you, Daddy. And you look very handsome in that suit. Are you ready?” Quinn asked, arms wrapped around Russell’s neck, practically in his lap.

Russell sped home.
He wasn’t getting any work done today until he relieved his stiff hard on.
He didn’t want to do it, but he had to.
As soon as he was back inside his house, he headed straight to the laundry room.
He fought back a smile as he saw the basket full of Quinn’s dirty laundry, and as luck would have it—he would contemplate whether it was good or bad later—a rumpled pair of Quinn’s white silk panties was lying right on top.
He grabbed them up and sniffed them…and immediately needed his dick out of his pants to alleviate the ache.
He laid the panties down on the dryer and dropped his pants to his ankles.
He picked them up again and, this time, sniffed inside, where his daughter’s sweet teenage pussy rested.
The musk, with a tiny hint of floral scent of her feminine cleansing he figured, made him groan deep and grab his dick.
It also had him unsteady on his feet, so he leaned against the dryer, taking more whiffs of Quinn’s scent.
At this point, he was enjoying this way too much to just get it over with, so he grabbed his dick to stave off his orgasm.
Once he was able to hold off his orgasm, he turned the panties inside out because he simply had to taste.
The taste, tangy, sweet, musky, delicious, had his seed splashing onto the hard floor.
He just couldn’t contain it. The sensations of seeing and feeling Quinn earlier and now tasting and smelling her had him erupting.
However, it didn’t make him soft.
Again, he would contemplate the fortune of that later, but, for now, it gave him the chance to feel those panties on his dick.
He wrapped the silk around his dick, and started to slowly stroke himself.
Images and sensations of Quinn rutting over his dick entered his mind unbidden.
And, the louder and harder imaginary Quinn moaned and rutted, the faster Russell stroked himself until he was on the verge of erupting again.
He squeezed his balls and blew his load into the panties.
He looked at the mess he made on the panties and took another whiff.
The combined smell of him and Quinn and the images still in his head had him sighing deeply.
He hoped this would satisfy him.
He puts her panties in his pocket just in case.

“Hi, Daddy,” Quinn sang as she entered the living room where Russell was reading the paper.
“Hi, Princess. Come sit by me,” Russell smiled, “How was your day?”
Russell was glad Quinn was not wearing that damnable cheerleading uniform. He’d been able to avoid thinking about it too much by asking her to get a ride from Santana’s mother since he “had a big project at work, and I need to get to the office early for the next month or so.”
Hopefully, by the end of that time, his lust for his daughter would have dampened.
He was hopeful, since his one breakdown in his resolve had actually been very satisfying, and he indulged himself every couple of days by wrapping Quinn’s panties around his cock and rubbing one out to thoughts of a blonde beauty bent over his office desk or a couch where he fucked her from behind so he wouldn’t have to see her face.
Quinn was wearing a white WMHS t-shirt and red shorts.
Modest enough, Russell thought. The shirt wasn’t too snug, and the shorts weren’t too tight.
Oh, who was he kidding?
As soon as Quinn approached the couch, his eyes gravitated to her thighs, and he was gone.
She sat down next to him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“It was great. Practice this morning was great. Finn carried my books and escorted me to all my classes. He was a perfect gentleman. Oh, and, speaking of practice, tomorrow Coach Sue is picking captain. She’s going to have the girls who want to try out show her what we’ve got…you know, tumbling and dancing and all that. Can you help me with my stretches so I can get in some extra practice?”
The mention of Finn made Russell’s chest tighten, and her request made him close his eyes for a moment before answering.
Even though he knew this could be trouble, he couldn’t deny his daughter.
“Of course, Princess,” he swallowed hard.
Quinn, sitting so close, her sexy bare thigh radiating heat onto his own, her arm against his, and her hair smelling like summer…well, he was losing his cool really quickly.
Quinn looked at him and smiled lovingly.
“Thank you, Daddy. Can we do it now? I’d like to get some work in before dinner,” she hopped up and stretched her hand out to help her daddy up.
Russell groaned, for a couple of reasons, as she helped him up.
First, he wasn’t exactly the spring chicken his daughter was.
Also, his cock was beginning to stir, and he knew this was going to go south really fast.
“Okay, Daddy. I’m gonna lie on the ground here, and I want you to stretch one leg, up over my head like this,” she demonstrated.
He swallowed hard as his dick stirred.
“You seem to be very flexible already, kitten. Do you really need my help?” he asked.
“Come on, Daddy. Please? See, I can’t quite get my foot right by my head, and I need to,” she said.
Russell knew he was going to have to masturbate after this, and that’s the only thing the prospect of that compromise kept him from just jumping his daughter right there.
“Okay,” he acquiesced.
“Thank you, Daddy. Okay here,” she extended her leg so he could push it.
The problem only grew as, apart from Quinn’s already exposed legs, when she stretched herself, he saw an unobstructed view of her crotch, only covered by thin layers of shorts and underwear.
And, he could see the edges of her underwear, too.
There was no way he’d be able to get through this without needing an orgasm, and he was determined that it would have to be self-administered…this time.
Twenty minutes later, Russell had stretched Quinn’s body in so many ways, and seen so many parts of it covered only by thin layers of clothing, that he was desperate to get away.
Thankfully, Quinn was done and ready to practice on her own.
“Thank you, again, Daddy,” she kissed him on the cheek, slightly sweaty and oh so beautiful.
“You’re welcome, sweetie,” he hugged her.
Daddies had to hug their daughters.
But, he practically ran up the stairs after she bounced outside to jump and tumble and dance and…whatever else.
He almost lost it at the images.
He dug out her panties, and spurted his cum into them with just a few frenzied strokes.

Russell’s resolve was breaking.
Quinn asked him to help with her stretches every day, and she was really bendy.
And, sometimes she actually did wear her cheerleading skirt when she practiced, with no spanks.
Staring at her pussy, practically visible through her thin panties, couldn’t be appropriate for a father.
Then, one day, he was walking past the upstairs bathroom between their bedrooms, and a totally unexpected sight greeted him.
Quinn was in the shower, and she had left the door ajar. As he walked by, he had a perfect view of the shower.
She obviously had closed the curtain, but it was a light-colored curtain that only obscured what was behind it.
He could clearly see the shape of her naked body as she washed her hair.
And, he watched…oh, he watched.
He watched her wash her hair…
He watched her run the loofah up her shapely legs.
He watched her, turned toward the curtain, run it over her breasts, the curves of which he could easily see.
He watched her turn around, and he watched her bend over to shave her legs, her ass only somewhat obscured by the curtain.
Then, she turned off the water and stepped out.
Her body glistened.
He backed up to make sure she couldn’t see him but continued to watch.
She dried herself off. He watched her ass and caught a glimpse of her tits.
Then, she bent over, and he saw her moist pussy.
His resolve broke.

He waited until spring break, and it was damn near too long.
It had been two weeks since that first time he watched her in and out of the shower, and he was slowly going insane with anticipation.
Every day since then, when they were both home, he had done everything he could to catch her in some state of undress.
He lingered around upstairs while she was getting ready for bed.
He watched her tanning in a bikini by the pool.
He was able to catch her a couple more times with the door open while she showered.
Each time ended with those same panties wrapped around his dick.
He had washed them, but that didn’t dampen the memory of their scent that first time.
But, he had to wait because he wanted to savor Quinn, and he wanted to give her time to adjust to what her father was going to do.
He would convince her not to tell.
On the last day of school, Quinn came home happy that she would be getting a whole week off school and, miraculously, a whole week off Cheerios practice.
And, Russell was delighted that she was glad to get away from Finn for a while.
Finn was going with his mother and Burt, her new boyfriend, and his son, Kurt, on a weeklong trip who knew where.
“I’m tired…I hope I can get a good night’s rest tonight,” Quinn said, sitting across from her father at the table.
Russell smiled at her.
“Have you not been sleeping well, Princess? Are you preoccupied with something?” he asked.
“Yeah, kinda…I’m losing Finn to that Rachel Berry girl, Daddy. I mean, I wouldn’t care except the captain of the Cheerios is supposed to date the quarterback. It doesn’t look good if I don’t, Daddy, and I think Coach Sue might demote me if he breaks up with me,” she replied.
Russell’s heart was in his throat.
Rationally, he knew it mattered very little whether Quinn had a boyfriend. He knew they weren’t having sex.
But, the part of him that wouldn’t rest until he took his daughter’s innocence also told him that if her mind was off a boy, she might like it with him.
Another part, though, felt bad for her. He knew what she said about appearances was true.
He genuinely didn’t want to see the heartbreak in her face if Quinn were demoted.
“Well, she’s not going to do anything while you’re out for break, right?” he asked.
“No.”
“And, well…he hasn’t actually broken up with you yet, right?” he swallowed.
“Right.”
He took his opportunity.
“Well, good. You have nothing to worry about during your break, then. And—“ he hesitated because he was about to suggest something that was highly risky on many levels, “Why don’t you take a sleeping pill if you’re worried you won’t sleep. That way, when you wake up you’ll be refreshed and ready to enjoy a week off. How does that sound?”
She’d given him an opening to use of the several possible methods for putting his plan into action.
Sleeping pills would give him the docile Quinn he needed.
Maybe, it would just be the one time…he hoped that would satisfy him.
The panties clearly weren’t helping him.
He still had the good grace to feel guilty about what he had already done and what he planned.
He was simply powerless to resist his urges.

“Good night, Daddy,”
“Good night, Princess. Did you take a sleeping pill?”
“Yeah, it said it would take 15 or 20 minutes to take effect,” Quinn said.
She kissed his cheek and headed upstairs.
He watched her ass in the pink sleep shorts swaying ever so gently as she moved.
The shorts hugged her ass cheeks and barely covered them.
He waited half an hour just to be sure and went to grab the gag and rope.
He had gone to a sex shop and bought the rope because he wanted to make sure he got rope that wouldn’t hurt her.
It turned out they had special rope for that.
The gag was simply an old t-short ripped into a long strip.
He wanted to use her panties, but they were too small to tie around her mouth.
He slowly pushed the door, which was already ajar, all the way open and peeked in.
He smiled because she was already uncovered, sexy, sexy legs on display.
And, most crucial for his plans, she was fast asleep.
He went straight to it because he couldn’t wait any longer once he saw her bare midriff peeking out under her t-shirt where it had ridden up in her tossing.
He got a little bold and knelt down beside her to kiss her stomach.
His cock twitched at the creamy softness and intoxicating fragrance of her skin.
He had to get her naked.
He had done a little research on the effects of sleeping pills just in case.
He knew she was out, and it would take some work to wake her up before the pill’s effects wore off.
If she did wake up, though, she wouldn’t be groggy. He was glad for that.
First, he took off his own clothes because he wanted to enjoy Quinn’s body, not just get a quick fuck.
His cock sprung to poke at his stomach, and he hurried to get relief.
He gently began to undress his daughter, first pulling off her t-shirt.
He gulped at seeing his little girl’s tits up close for the first time.
She didn’t wear a bra to bed, of course.
He got bolder and quicker as he finished stripping her down, and when he saw her bare pussy, his dick twitched again.
He quickly went to work tying her hands and feet to the bed.
When they were secure, and the gag was in place, he stood up and looked at his teenage daughter and drank the sight in.
Creamy skin…
Tight body…
Pert breasts, just big enough to hold…
Flat stomach…
Feminine but strong legs…
Quinn was beautiful.
She was already a woman.
Russell stroked his cock a few times then started touching his daughter.
First, he ran his hand up her belly and over her breasts.
Then, he climbed up, knelt between her legs and ran his hands, down her sides, over her hips.
He squeezed her tits once.
Then, his cock called to him, and the guilt niggled at him.
This was his teenage daughter, the fruit his loins, but he couldn’t resist any longer.
He took it and, starting at her gorgeous thigh, he ran the tip of his cock over her lower abdomen, just over her clit, to the other side.
He left a trail of precum in its wake.
Then he leaned to hover over Quinn and, his cock brushing her abs, he ran his hand over her cheek and down between her breasts…
And, that’s when she woke up.
“Mrmrmph…” she tried to speak.
“Hi, baby…I’m sorry this was necessary. I really am. I feel so bad, but I have to do this…just once and then hopefully it’ll be out of my system,” he tried to calm her.
He imagined she was shocked and upset.
She continued to try to speak.
He wasn’t about to let her scream.
“Shhh…baby, I know. But, it’ll be over soon. I’ll use your body for a while, and then it’ll be over. I promise,” he whispered at her ear.
All the while, he stroked his cock.
“Mrmrmph!” she sounded even more agitated.
“I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry,” he chanted as her panic seemed to grow.
She continued to try to say something, but it was completely unintelligible.
“But, your body is just so beautiful, baby…I just have to have some fun with it,” Russell said.
It was finally time to give in to his real urge.
“I’m sorry for this, too, Quinn. I do wish I could resist. I just can’t. But, really, try to look at this way. Wouldn’t you rather that I be your first instead of one of those high school boys?” he asked.
He took no notice of her soft sigh.
He lined his dick up to her tiny little hole, knowing it was going to hurt her.
He inserted the tip of his cock just past her outer lips.
“You have such a beautiful little cunt, Quinn. I’m gonna love wrecking it. I just wish you wanted it, and I’m so sorry you don’t,” He breathed.
He was having such a war within himself. This was going to be so amazing, and yet he did feel so much shame.
“Mrrrmmmrmph!” she again unsuccessfully tried to get his attention.
He slowly inserted his dick further and further inside until finally looking up into her eyes.
She looked resigned again, and he got lost in her beautiful eyes as he slowly but steadily continued pushing until he had broken the final barrier inside of her.
His little girl was no longer a virgin, and he was the one who took it.
He was proud and thrilled but remorseful all at once.
Then, he realized his cock was inside his daughter’s teenage pussy, and he concentrated on how it felt.
“Fuck, Quinn, your pussy is so nice…tight, wet…I can feel every inch of it…my god,” he gasped.
Her eyes had gone wide as he broke her hymen, and he imagined it had hurt.
She hadn’t whimpered though or really made any more noise than a gasp.
And, now her eyes were just staring at him, so he figured it wasn’t quite as bad as he’d feared.
He leaned over her and kissed her cheek.
“I’m glad that wasn’t as painful as I thought it might be, Princess,” he said. “I’m gonna start thrusting now. I’m sorry, but brace yourself. I’m not gonna be gentle.”
“Mrmph” she sighed again.
He placed a hand on either side of her head and went at her.
He pounded and pounded and pounded into her.
The bed creaked, and Quinn grunted.
Mph!...Mph!...Mph!...Mph!
Like a drum beat, he felt his cock hit her cervix, and his balls slap her ass.
Mph!...Mph!...Mph!...Mph!
He knew this wasn’t going to be enough. He’d empty his balls inside her and use her to get hard again.
Then, he’d take her again.
“Your cunt is squeezing my cock so good,” he grunted as he continued slamming into his daughter’s hole.
The headboard banged against the wall so hard with his rhythm, he was a little afraid he’d put a hole in the wall, too.
But, he quickly forgot about that as his daughter’s pussy squeezed his cock and gushed.
“Did you have your first orgasm, baby?” he leaned over her and kissed her cheek again. “I’m so glad I could give that to you at least, even if you didn’t want it this way. I’m gonna give you my orgasm, soon.”
He resumed fucking Quinn’s pussy hard until finally, he jerked one more time and shot rope after rope after rope into his 15-year-old daughter’s pussy.
“Shit, baby, so good.”
“Mrmph,” she sounded so defeated.
She also seemed rather boneless, from the pain or the exhaustion of her orgasm, he couldn’t know.
But she seemed a lot more compliant now
She stayed silent from that point on.
He stroked his cock again, rutting it against her pussy.
He brushed it over her nipples, then fucked her tits until he was hard.
When his dick was finally ready again, he untied one of her legs.
Even if she still had strength, she wouldn’t be able to get away with one leg untied.
And he needed to really give it to her hard this time.
“I am sorry, Quinnie, but I’m gonna have to do it again. That wasn’t enough. I’m gonna go even harder because I think it’ll finally give me what I want,” he said.
He placed her leg over his shoulder, lined his cock up with her still slightly gaping pussy and pushed in, not gentle at all this time.
He set an even more brutal rhythm, with the added leverage of his hand around her thigh.
She grunted again with the rhythm, and this time he heard her breath leaving her every time his pelvis slammed into her spread pussy.
Mphhh…gasp
Mphhh…gasp
Mphhh…gasp
“I’m gonna give you an even bigger load of cum in your pussy, Quinn,” he grunted.
“Mrmrphm” she uttered.
He just continued.
Pounding, pounding, pounding.
“Your pussy fits my dick so good, Quinn,” he said.
Then, he jerked hard once more and released, as promised, long thick ropes of sperm that spread inside of Quinn all over her pussy walls and her father’s cock.
He pulled out, and immediately, the sight of his own cum streaming out of his daughter’s pussy got him hard again.
“Damn it…Quinn, you’re too sexy. I’m gonna have to fuck you again.”
“Mrmpmh,” she grunted.
“Maybe I need more leverage to go even harder,” he mumbled.
He grabbed a pillow and grabbed one of her ass cheeks.
Then, he groaned because her ass was just so tight, but the skin was so soft.
“Fuck, Quinn, your ass…,” he gasped.
Then, he completed his task and lifted her enough to put the pillow underneath her butt.
He watched her pussy flexing, probably still adapting from the way he’d been stretching it.
“Yes…this is gonna give me a good angle to really give it to you good,” he mumbled some more.
He looked up to make sure she was still awake because he didn’t want to do this while she was passed out.
That was the last thing he wanted.
She was awake, though she appeared a little dazed.
She no longer had that frantic look in her eye, though.
He was glad of that.
He grabbed her hips and pistoned hard into her.
Thrust.thrust.thrust
Faster this time but no less hard…in fact, harder.
The sound of their pelvises crashing together added to the increasing pleasure he felt from her pussy getting wetter and warmer and his own cum still pooled inside.
“Fuck!!!!” he screamed and released his third load of sperm inside his teenage daughter.
“Whew,” he sighed. “So good…”
He moved to untie Quinn, and she simply let her limbs fall.
“Are you thirsty and hungry, baby?” he asked as he untied her gag.
She barely had enough energy to nod slightly.
He went down and brought up a big granola bar and some water.
He fed her both, sitting her up to drink.
Then, he laid her back down and just watched her.
He knew he wasn’t satisfied.
She was naked with a sheen of sweat covering her still naked body, pussy exposed to him as her legs lay haphazardly on the bed.
She was so sexy.
At least five minutes later, she swallowed and croaked, “Daddy,”
He was caressing her thighs watching her slowly recover.
“Yes, Quinnie? I’m so sorry I had to do that. I just couldn’t help myself,” he said.
“Don’t be,” she croaked.
“What, baby?” he said.
She swallowed again.
“Don’t be sorry,” she was able to whisper. “I wanted it.”
“Huh?” he was sure he was imagining what he heard.
“Wanted your cock,” she breathed.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah…want it again,” she said.
“And…are you mad I did it this way?" he suddenly felt very sad. "Quinn, can you forgive me?”.
“Not mad…just want you,” she whispered, still a little drained.
She reached out to him but couldn’t quite get there.
She settled for putting her fingers between her legs and lightly stroking her pussy.
“Fuck!” he breathed.
He was going to hell for sure, but he was going to have fun on the way.
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