Vaulting Daddy’s Pole

Story Excerpt

My 19 year-old daughter’s dorm is closed for the week, and now she’s staying in my house… and in my bed. She’s a toned, cocky college pole vaulter, but she doesn’t just want a place to crash. She wants me. I try to resist, but when she bends over in nothing but her shorts and moans for “Daddy Coach” to stretch her deeper, I snap. Now I’m breeding her every chance I get, against the counter, on the mat, in the shower, and right before practice. She wants it dripping, messy, and nonstop. And Daddy’s going to keep her stuffed all season long.