Owned by desires: A collection of steamy encounters

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All characters are legal age.

It was a sunny afternoon. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching my favorite TV show. Kate was sunbathing naked by the pool in our backyard. I looked at her through the window. My lovely daughter was lying on the sunbed, one hand on her breast, the other stroking her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her lips were moving to the music on her headphones.

This year is her second year at university, taking Fashion and Beauty courses. She also works part-time as a model for a website. I can boast that my twenty year old daughter is a registered beauty. For just a few hours a day, she shows in front of the camera for her paid subscribers and her montly earnings are more than my yearly earnings.

I smiled at her fondly. How quickly they grow up.

With a sigh of relief, I turned back to the TV show, where James, muscular and shorts-clad, and his sexy bikini-clad sidekick Helen were explaining the features of the inflatable pillow that every home needs. "I'm on a trip and I want to lay my head down and sleep..." said James. Helen ran into the studio, her large boobs jiggling as she ran, and pointed to the nylon pillow in her hand, "Why don't you try this state-of-the-art inflatable pillow, James?" The studio audience applauded with a loud Oooo.

The pillow was ready in 30 seconds with an air compressor that required extra luggage. It was built to withstand water, fire, storm, nuclear explosion. It had wi-fi connection, usb input and AI support. If I was one of the first ten people to place an order to the number I saw on the screen, I'll got a free coaster with the TV show's logo on it.

"Daddy!..."

I ignored it when I heard Kate screaming from the backyard. I was touching the numbers on the TV into my phone.

"DAAAADY!.. Help!!!!"

She screamed even louder. "Okay honey, okay, I'll come," I mumbled. You know girls. They make a big fuss over the smallest request. I'm sure my drama queen gonna ask for a soda.

"DADDYDADDYDADDY!..."

"WHAT!"

I yelled back, not getting up from the couch. Whatever she wants, it can wait. I'm about to place a very important order.

"DADY!... A BEE STUNG MY PUSSY!.."

"WHAT!!!!!" Did I hear she right?

"I SAID!… MY PUSSY!... A BEE!... STUNG IT!..."

I'm not a panic man. I'm cool in the face of the unexpected. Like, if you suddenly stick a cake in my face. Oh, that analogy is ridiculous.

"OOOWWW!!!! DADDY!... MY PUSSY HURTS SO MUCH!.."

No, I'm lying, I'm a stop man, I just freeze. In moments of panic I turn myself off and turn myself back on in safe mode. So, I can't access most of my functions.

Calm down Daniel, you can handle it, I muttered to myself and went into the backyard. Kate was lying on the sunbed, her legs spread wide, when I arrived with the phone in one hand and the remote control in the other. I squatted down and looked closely at the damaged area.

"Uhh! Honey, this..." I was trying to think of the words to calm my daughter, but I said, "… is very, very, VERY BAD...!"

The thin red inner lips of her smooth pussy swelled like balloons and rose above the outer lips. Her clitoris was almost as big as a finger knuckle. It looked unreal. It looked like creepy lips injected with too much silicone by a novice esthetician. Even worse!

"Am I gonna die?..." she screamed in panic.

"NO... Of course not..."

But I was worried. What if it was a poisonous wasp?... I looked around and found the bastard buzzing in the grass. Ohh! Luckily it was a small honey bee...

"There you are, asshole!"

"KILL IT, Dad!" Kate was crying and wanting revenge.

I hit it over the head with the TV remote and the buzzing stopped.

"Did you kill it?"

"Yes, here..." I held the bee or what was left of it close to Kate with two fingers.

"NOOO!... Get it away from me!... DADDY NO!..." She crossed her thin arms and hid her face.

I hurriedly threw it to the ground. Now it could go to bee heaven. If it was a faithful bee.

"Uffff... My pussy hurts so much dady... Can't you do anything?.."

Kate's pussy continued to grow. It swelled until there were no wrinkles above her pussy lips. I was afraid to look at her clit, it was the size of my thumb and I thought if it swelled any more it would explode.

To be honest, I don't know anything about first aid. I mean, if it was about accounting or tax legislation, okay, that's my job. But I had no idea how to heal my young daughter's fist-sized pussy.

I still had my phone in my hand. I thought about calling the first aid line.

"Daddy, DON'T!... this ashamed!"

I understood her. The worst nightmare for a girl of Kate's age was to be ridiculed by a video on social media. So what was I going to do? As I stared at my daughter's red bubble-pussy in helpless confusion, I couldn't think of anything.

"Hey, Daniel. Is something wrong?"

I turned in the direction of the voice and saw the curious face of our next-door neighbor Ronald peering over the fence at us.

I said, "Hey, Ron, Kate's got a little problem."

"A little problem?" Kate looked at me with a look of disbelief on her face. She turned to Ron and started crying, "Ron, A BEE STUNG MY PUSSY, I think my pussy is going to explode and I'm going to die...!"

"Oh, poor little thing..."

Ron is helpful. He helps my daughter with her online shows at no charge. They have spent so much time together that he is almost like family.

A minute later, the two of us were squatting, looking at Kate's pussy with shocked expressions on our faces.

"I've never seen anything like it..." said Ron, his eyes wide.

This wasn't something saw every day. Kate's little pink pussy was now swollen before my eyes like a huge red balloon. It skin was thin as a onion-membrane and transparent we could see the capillaries expanding in it. The red balloon swelled a little more with each pulse, scaring me more and more.

"What do you think we should do..." I asked in a whisper.

"You have to remove the bee's stinger, dude..." he nodded slowly and murmured wisely.

I squinted my eyes to see the cruel stinger, there it was. Right on top of a clit that glistened like a ripe plum. A tiny, yellow, curved bee stinger, defiant like an enemy's banner raised high over my lovely daughter's pussy.

"You have to hurry, neighbor... Otherwise Kate's pussy will get infected and the damage will be permanent..."

"Will my pussy always be LIKE THIS!..." Kate screamed. "NOO! Please FIX MY PUSSY, Daaaddy..."

I was afraid to touch it, as if the tip of my finger would burst and spurt festering fluid in my face.

"Don't be afraid Kate..." Ron said, "now Daddy will take the stinger out of your pussy and you'll have your sweet, lovely, little, smooth, wet pussy again..."

Ron was saying these things to calm Kate down, but I wondered how he knew my daughter's pussy so intimately.

The gravity of the situation was clearly visible. Her pussy slit had grown into a gigantic shape all the way to her asshole. It looked like a surreal caricature. Her two bulging pussy lips pushed each other open sideways and her clitoris, grinning like a funny head between them, was bruised.

I had to get that thing urgently. I bent two fingers like tweezers and approached the clitoris. I touched the tip of the yellow stinger and Kate screamed in pain.

"AIEEE!.. Daddy you're hurting my pussy!..."

My fingernails were too short and I couldn't hold the stinger. I looked frantically at Ron, his nails were a longer.

He clipped his nails together and reached for my daughter's pussy. But Kate panicked. Her clitoris suddenly hide inside. Ron and I looked at each other.

"Daniel, you have to put your finger in your daughter's pussy and push it out..." he said, seeming to know what he wanted.

Slowly, trying not to hurt her, I inserted the tip of my index finger between her two red balloon pussy lips.

Kate screamed in pain. The pain she felt in her highly sensitized pussy was unimaginable.

I grimaced at her pain, but I had to keep going. I pushed in a little deeper and my finger squeezed with the hottest pressure of my life. I'd never experienced anything like it. Kate's pussy was biting my finger. My cock jumped involuntarily. I twisted my finger inside like a hook and pushed her clit out.

As the red plum popped out from between her slick pussy lips, I heard 'flop' voice in my mind. Of course there was no such sound, but it would have been funny if there had been. There were only Kate's screams of pain.

As Ron hold the stinger with fingernails, I saw saliva oozing from the corner of his mouth. I couldn't blame him. My daughter's pussy looked so horrible and yet so arousing at the same time. Even though I didn't want to, at that moment I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to fuck that swollen pussy. I'm sure Ron was thinking the same thing.

Okay, such thoughts are very wrong. My daughter is in trouble and I shouldn't have any other purpose than to help her. At least for a few days until her pussy is completely healed.

I pushed the clitoris up, supporting it with my finger. It looked like a clown's red nose.

"It's like a fishing needle, it will hurt when it comes out..." Ron explained.

I wish he hadn't said it. Kate heard this and jumped with a sudden reflex.

"Will it tear my pussy...! It's TEAR my PUSSY...!"

No, no, calm down, honey... we both said. We gently stroked her bare shoulders and legs and said soft words to calm Kate down. We said, "It's just a tiny bee stinger, your pussy will be fine, don't worry, trust us." The most soothing look on our faces. We caressed her small tits, her nipples were erect with excitement, panic and fear. It was fun to grab its and tug on them. My index finger was still in her pussy and I was slowly thrusting and pulling it in and out. For some reason I thought this would relax her.

My young drama queen calmed down a bit. To help us, she lay down on the lounger, spread her legs wide and a little lifted her ass up. I saw a thin stream of sex-juice flowing from between the swollen lips of her cunt into her asshole. It was white and creamy in consistency. Any other time I would have said that my sweet daughter needed to be fucked, but not now.

We were back to square one. The clitoris was still in front of us like a ripe red plum. Ron, this time without saying a word, grabbed the stinger of that naughty bee and pulled.

"AIIEEEEEE..!" Kate let out a long scream. "UWW! UWW!!!.."

If I had looked at her face, I would have seen tears falling from her eyes, but unfortunately I was looking a

t her pussy.

A tiny drop of blood rose from the top of her clitoris and stopped on the pinhole. We both swallowed and looked at her wine-colored pussy.