Daddy’s Girl

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I got home from school and the rain had soaked through my uniform making my plaid skirt stick to my legs and my white blouse cling to my chest. I was drenched and I was miserable. I got home and caught a glimpse of myself… what a sight. My nipples were clearly visible and my makeup was running down my face… what a day for a so-called sun shower. Sun shower my ass…the skies opened up and poured half a lake on me just as I was coming up the street.

I started upstairs and I heard something in the den. I couldn’t quite make out what it was. It sounded muffled. I didn’t think anyone was home yet. I had gotten out of school early and no one was usually home before four. It was only 12:30. I listened for a minute and heard it again. It was probably just the cat trying to fish the damn guppies out of the tank again. I started down the stairs to scare the cat off but when I got to the door I heard my father’s voice. That was odd. He shouldn’t be home for hours yet.

Ever since my mother left a few years ago he’d tried so hard to make everything right. I don’t even think he really dated much. There was never any women calling him or stopping over. I was kind of thankful for that I guess. I had him all to myself. I liked the attention… who wouldn’t? But what would daddy do after I left? I just had my 18th birthday and I would be heading off to college in the fall. Poor thing. I worried an awful lot about him. I decided to see if he wanted to go out to lunch and spend the day together since he got home early.

I opened the door, forgetting how I looked and saw daddy sitting at his desk on the phone. Sounded like a business call. He hadn’t looked up yet so I walked over next to him and waited. I loved the smell of his cologne and the sound of his voice when he was being serious. It made me giggle. He looked up and smiled and then he all of a sudden he just stopped. I was kind of scared I didn’t know what was wrong. I’d never seen him look like that before. Well, that’s not exactly true, I saw him look at my mother that way years ago. I backed away, startled. He seemed to come back to himself and finished on çıtır escort the phone and then looked at me again.

Hi daddy, I got out early today. I thought we could spend some time together. He stood up and he still hadn’t said anything. I racked my brain thinking of what I could’ve possibly done to make him upset. I started to stutter something and he put up his hand. I stopped immediately. He moved behind me and I could feel his breathe on my neck. I could feel his hands on my shoulders and I was having the strangest feelings. I was scared and completely unsure of what was happening but at the same time I was excited. This was so strange. I was aware of him behind me with his hands on my shoulders and his heavy breathe on my neck and I could feel my own breathing quicken and my nipples start to get hard. How bizarre this all was. I wanted to just shrug it off and make a joke or something, but a part of me wanted to wait and see what was going to happen next.

It seemed like forever, but knew I had only been in the room for a minute or two. It was so strange. Daddy turned me towards the mirror, still standing behind me. I saw myself and almost died. My clothes were still all stuck to me and my hair was soaked. My make-up was running down my face. I was a wet mess. You could see my skimpy little bra and my tits under it perfectly. I was about to react when he spoke. He was looking at me in the mirror and he told me I looked beautiful. My nipples hurt they were so hard. He was almost whispering in my ear. I felt like I was dreaming. I had dreamt about him before, that was normal right? All girls think about their fathers that way at some point. Don’t they? I was imagining this. It wasn’t real. I looked at him in the mirror and saw his blue eyes staring over my body. He was rubbing my shoulders. He was still speaking. He said I looked so much like my mother; my hair, my eyes, my lip, my body. It was true I had seen many pictures of my mother. We looked practically like twins. Even my grandparents said so.

His words changed. He got bolder. He asked me how I liked it when one of demetevler escort bayan my boyfriends touched me. I still didn’t say anything. I just watched his hands as they touched the wetness of my shirt and traveled down over my breasts. Tracing the outline of my nipples. I opened my mouth to protest. This was crazy. But only a moan escaped my lips as he pinched my nipples through my shirt. He smiled at me in the mirror. He asked me if Charlie ever touched me like that. I nodded. You like it don’t you… he taunted in my ear as he pinched them again and I moaned when I said yes. What else? What else does he do to you Anna? Tell me. He spoke in that tone of authority. The one that leaves no room for doubt that he is in control.

He touches me… Where Anna? Where do you like to be touched? My…. I didn’t want to say it…he knew that. Say it Anna. Tell me where Charlie touches you to make you feel good. My pussy daddy, Charlie touches my pussy. Good girl, he said. You like talking dirty don’t you Anna? My wet shirt was open and around my shoulders. My bra was pushed under my tits making them stand out even further than they normally do. He was holding them and caressing them and pinching my nipples and pulling on them. My head rolled back onto his shoulder as one of his hand worked under my skirt. Ask me Anna. Ask me to touch your hot wet little pussy. His fingers were hooked in the band of my little white cotton panties. Just waiting for me to speak. He was kissing my neck and pinching my nipples. I was watching in the mirror and I could feel the wetness between my legs.

I couldn’t bear it. I had had this feeling with Charlie and a few other boys at parties and things, but nothing like this. It was so much more intense. I just didn’t care anymore that I knew this was wrong. I wanted him to touch me and make me cum. I needed it. Daddy, please. Please, what Anna. Daddy touch my pussy…make me cum…please. His fingers moved downward. He moved over my mound and felt the wetness and called me his good little girl. I exploded almost immediately. I was leaning fully against dikmen escort bayan him and rocking my pussy hard into his hand. His fingers were up inside of me. Never had I cum so hard before. He was asking me if I was daddy’s slut while he fucked me harder with his fingers. Yes, daddy, yes. I’m yours. In the midst of my orgasm somewhere he had freed his cock and I felt it against my ass. Hard and ready. He pulled aside my panties and pushed his cock up into me. Wave after wave hit me. He leaned me over the edge of the couch and fucked me. He rocked out almost to edge and then buried deep into my tight pussy over and over again. Fuck me daddy…fuck me harder please. He grabbed my hair and kissed my neck. Good little slut. Fuck your daddy. I was moving with him, meeting every thrust.

He pulled out and laid me across the big old coffee table my grandfather had made years and years ago. He opened my legs and rubbed his fingers over my clit and up into me again and again. And then I felt his tongue circling my clit and tasting me, taking his time. Thoroughly exploring me… his daughter. I grabbed his hair and couldn’t hold back a scream as he licked and sucked at me. His finger found my ass and pumped in and out as his tongue dived deep into my pussy. Oh daddy…please don’t stop. My back arched up and I came over his face and fingers and grandpa’s old table.

He stood and pulled me up to sitting on the table. Show me what a good little slut you are. Yes daddy. I knelt in front of him and licked the head of his cock…tasting me on him. I looked to the side and could see myself in the mirror; kneeling before him with my skirt half lifted around my ass and my little black shoes and white socks, but my shirt and bra gone. He was watching too. Stroking my hair. I looked up at him and took his cock in my mouth while I cradled his balls in my hand. I swirled my tongue under his cock and then sucked his balls. Licking and kissing them and then taking his cock into my mouth again. His head was back now and he was fucking my throat. He looked down at me told what a good little girl I was. His little slut. Daddy’s little slut. I was stroking his cock and sucking it in and he started to cum. He came on my face and tits and wiped his cock over my lips so I could taste him.

After that day I was a little sad when I thought about leaving for college in the fall. But maybe, just maybe daddy would visit me every now and then…

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