My eyes shoot open as the sun pours in from the window across from my bed. I slowly let my feet fall to the floor, eek it's cold. I shudder and stand rushing to put my slippers and robe on. I can hear shuffles and banging pots from the kitchen, Dad must be cooking. My legs feel heavy as I make my way out and into the hallway. I can smell something sweet, and something burnt. Rubbing my eyes I turn the corner and stand slumped in the doorway, "Daddy, what are you…do…doing." A tiny yawn slips out and he smiles at me quickly before returning his attention to the stove in front of him.
"Hi Princess, what are you doing up this early?" He continues flipping the pancakes he is working on. I stare at his hands and trace up to his forearms and then his biceps. I love the way his veins look under his tanned skin. His hands are so big in comparison to the spatula I find myself giggling.
"What's so funny little one?" I shake my head and mutter nothing under my breath. He looks at me, his eyes dark with something I am not familiar with. The stove clicks off and he sets the pan down, turning towards me. He stands so tall I feel like a child still when he's around. He begins walking towards me quickly towering over my five-foot two-inch self. I can feel the warmth of his body with how close he is, I think to myself as I lock eyes with him.
"The sun woke me and then I heard you making an atrocious noise in the kitchen," I giggle and wrap my arms around his waist. He scoops me into a bear hug and gently places me down, "Okay well go sit I have something special for you."
I take a seat at the big oak table and wait patiently. I see him peek his head around the corner, "Close your eyes little one." He demands promptly.
I close my eyes tight and hear the clink of a plate in front of me. "Open them." I slowly open my eyes waiting for them to focus. I see a small cake with the words Happy 18th Birthday in pink icing.
I jump up latching onto my dad, "Thank you so much Daddy, I love it." His arms wrap around me, squeezing me gently. I press my face into his chest and inhale deeply taking in the intoxicating aroma. He sets me down and we proceed to sit and chat while snacking on my cake before going to get ready for the day.
"Okay Princess, we have a long day ahead. I don't want to hear any complaining or fussing while we run our errands." I smile and nod as I shove a huge piece of cake in my mouth. I can see him staring at me, but it's not me, it's my mouth. As he explains the plans for the day his eyes wander from my mouth to my chest, and it makes me smile in a new kind of way that feels weird. When he finishes, he takes the cake and spoon from me and walks away.
"But Daddy I wasn't finished yet," I start to pout, and he looks at me. I quickly straighten up and stand.
"I'll go get ready." I walk to my room all the while daydreaming about my dad's arms around me. After entering my room, I push the door closed and drop my robe exposing my perky breasts under a lace gown. The cold of the air makes my nipples stiff; I gasp at the feeling. I've never had sex before, heck I've never had a boyfriend before. I really don't need more than my dad and best friend. So, I just spend my days watching my dad work on his 69 SS GT or spending time with my best friend watching movies and gaming.
I shuffle around my closet and through my dresser looking for the perfect outfit. Pulling a dress from the closet and stockings from my dresser I slide my fingers under the strap of my gown and watch as the lace gown slips from my shoulders down to my feet and I look at myself in the mirror. My body is almost a perfect hourglass with my breasts a nice DD cup and my hips wide. I turn sideways and look at my bottom, it's a nice shape kind of like a bubble but not too big or too small. I slip into the dress and then sit on the edge of my bed. I can still see myself in the mirror and catch a glimpse of my honey pot. I immediately feel a warmth spread throughout my body. I reach down; my legs spread and slip my foot into my stocking. As I slide up, I can't help myself and continue up my thigh to my pelvis. I didn't think about even wearing underwear knowing damn well I sit like a man. My hand traces around my clit and I shudder; the feeling makes me blush. I slide my middle finger down into the opening of my honey pot and the warmth and wetness surrounding it makes my heartbeat faster.
I stroke my inside wall slowly at first but soon begin speeding up while rubbing my clit faster and faster. I let out a low moan and ease a second finger inside moaning louder. My eyes close and I feel myself getting close when the intense sensation of eyes on me makes me slow. I open my eyes and slowly look in the mirror and see my dad standing outside my not closed but a cracked door. His eyes are locked between my thighs and his hand is in his pants. I bite my lip and begin to get faster, letting my moans get louder.
I close my eyes as I feel my climax building, "Daddy…yes don't stop…." My body starts to convulse and shake as my head falls backward. I'm startled when I hear a loud thump behind me, and I see my dad with one hand holding himself up and the other inside his pants still; a loud groan escapes his lips before he quickly walks away and I hear his door close.
My body feels heavy, and I feel sleepy. I've never had this feeling after cumming before. I stand my legs wobbly and walk towards the door. I steady myself not sure if I saw what I saw or what I wanted. Opening my door, I peek down the hallway and see his door is shut with the lights on, he never leaves the lights on so he must be in there. I slowly walk on tippy toes towards his room and stop outside his door not sure how I should react. Do I knock and ask what just happened or do I just walk away and act like nothing happened? I snap out of it when I see the doorknob rattle. I swiftly rush over to the couch and try to catch my breath when I see him walk out. He is dressed in a black button-down with a red vest, black slacks, and his 20's style flat cap. I catch myself holding my breath as I look him up and down. I feel a tingly warmth start to spread between my thighs and I shift in my seat. He looks up, folding his cuff, and smiles widely.
"Oh Princess, you have only one sock on, and you forgot your shoes," he chuckles and walks to my room returning with both my shoes and stocking. He kneels in front of me glancing between my things and growls under his breath as he slides my stocking up my leg, his hands lingering on my thigh a bit longer than what should be normal, and then places my chunky platforms on before standing, reaching his hand towards me.
"Come on Princess, we have to go dress shopping for our summer vacation." He leads me out to the car.
We begin our journey, and I start to wonder if that really did happen. He seems to be acting differently, not necessarily in a bad way. I just don't believe what my eyes are seeing and push the thoughts out of my mind. We're having fun dancing to music as we head down the road when we stop at a light, and I see the lady in the car next to us staring at him. I feel this anger build in me and reach over, placing my hand on his thigh leaning against him. He doesn't push me away and I look up admiring him.
He's so handsome, at least everyone who meets him says, his peppered hair and beard, his chiseled jaw; the way he talks. I don't know how I feel about it because when I look at him, I get a weird feeling. I sigh and close my eyes listening to the music the rest of the ride.
We get to the mall, and I immediately jump in excitement. He smiles and reaches out his hand for mine. As we enter the mall I look around and beg him to go get ice cream.
"Not yet, first we get your dresses then we get treats." His eyes look dark again and I feel an excitement building inside. As we enter the first store, I run over to the dress section and start scanning through them.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy…" I have a dress crumpled against my body as I stare at him. He motions for me to hold it up and as I place it against my body, I notice how short it is. He looks at me with a strange grin forming on his lips.
"Try it on," He points to the dressing rooms. I turn and blush slightly. We walk over and I stare as he begins following me inside.
"Um, daddy, what are you doing?" I playfully ask hoping to hear what I want so badly. He grins and closes the door behind us and sits on the bench. The room is quite spacious with enough room to have a whole family inside. The door goes almost to the floor and the walls go all the way up and down. He crosses his arms and legs and leans back, staring at me in anticipation. I slowly slide my dress off my arms and down my body letting it fall to the floor. I'm not wearing either a bra or underwear and yet I feel completely comfortable. His eyes trace up and down my body and I see his bulge get bigger. His right-hand gropes at himself and he groans. I pull the other dress on, it's short, coming right below my bottom, and it's tight in all the right places. My waist looks amazing and my breasts are even bigger than normal.
"Mhm, now spin for me baby." He motions for me to spin. He's never called me baby before. I slowly spin, placing my hands in prayer against my breasts. I hear his belt, and pants unbuckle, and I stop looking back at him. He now has his cock in his hand stroking it, his eyes staring at me.
"Come here and kneel in front of me." He points to the ground. I look at him confused. What is happening? He looks frustrated and points again this time more aggressively. I make my way over and kneel looking up at him. He towers over me as he moves to the edge of the bench, his hand still stroking himself.
"That's my good girl, now I want to see how natural you are since you're such a tease." He runs his hands through the back of my hair gripping tight against my head. My eyes flutter when he pulls me towards him and at the way he calls me his good girl; a moan slips out when he jerks my head backward my mouth opens. I suddenly feel something warm and taste something salty, making me quickly open my eyes. He has the tip of his cock in my mouth and is smiling down at me. He pushes my head down inch by inch gently making sure not to hurt me.
He talks softly, "As badly as I want to fuck that mouth of yours till your mascara runs, we will have to stay quiet or else we'll get in trouble." He inches me farther down I gag a bit, but he doesn't stop he pulls and pushes me back and forth moaning. After a few minutes I begin to relax, and I notice I start to enjoy it. My legs suddenly feel wet, and I realize I'm soaked. My hands fly up and wrap around his cock, they seem so small compared to him. I look up moaning as I start to use my throat to fuck him. His head falls back, and he growls, "God damn baby don't stop," his voice is quiet and deep, sending a sensation through my body causing me to use my other hands to play with my clit. I let out a moan and push myself further when he stops me and pulls me to climb on top of his lap.
He looks at me with sharp eyes as I position him between my thighs and slowly inch him inside me. I try to hide the pain but through his hazy eyes he sees my face and places both his hands on my hips, "Oh Princess, are you still Daddy's innocent girl?" I nod and he leans forward kissing my neck. "Don't worry I'll be gentle, I promise. If it hurts just bite my neck," he unbuttons his shirt exposing his neck more.
I lean towards him, placing my mouth against his neck and my hands on his chest. He uses my hips to push me down gently. As he inches me down, I can feel him stretching me and the sensation causes me to bite down sharply. He growls and jerks me down quickly making me yelp.
"Shh…baby you have to stay quiet," he pulls my head against his shoulder and thrusts his hips towards mine. I moan and nod as he pulls my hips up and slams me back down. I start to get the rhythm and begin riding him.
"Yes Princess, that's how, keep doing that. Oh god yes, such a good girl for Daddy." He grips my hair and leans me away from him, putting me at an angle. This new position causes the sensations to intensify, and I feel myself getting lost in the moment.
He quickly pulls me forward, "Mmm, are you Daddy's good girl?" he groans in my ear "Huh? Who's Daddy's cum slut?"
I pant trying to form a word, but my mind is clouded, and I can't. His grip tightens and he growls. "I said who is Daddy's cum slut?"
I moan into his chest, "I am. I'm Daddy's cum slut." The words feel weird, but I can't focus on that.
He pulls me backwards again and groans "Yes, such a good girl." His hips meet mine as he thrusts harder. After a few more thrusts I feel my climax building. He smiles moaning out, "What Princess, what do you need?" His breathing is heavy, and I start to lose it. He growls "No don't you dare. You must ask me Princess. You need to tell me what it is you need and beg me. I want to hear you plead."
Even the sound of his request makes me shudder in pleasure. "Yes sir…I need to cum…I need to feel you fill me up! Please Daddy, I need you!" I stammer quietly. Throwing my head back and feeling his hands trace up and down my sides.
He grips my hips hard and moans, "Oh God damn Princess cum for me." I feel my body convulse as waves of pleasure roll over me and the feeling of him pulsing inside me as he's cumming.
My body goes limp, and I fall into his arms, my head against his shoulder. He chuckles and helps me get dressed back in my clothes, all the while kissing my body. I love this feeling; it truly is like nothing I've ever done to myself. He sets me down and I look up at him, he looks as if nothing happened yet again. How?
"Okay, now Princess I'm going to leave out of here and walk around the store when you feel like you can walk normal enough come out and call me. I will be here as soon as possible. Understood gorgeous?" His face is serious, and I nod.
"Yes Sir"