18 comments/ 258994 views/ 72 favorites Daddy’s Little Virgin Ch. 01 By: BethB My father and I moved when mom left us. Daddy said he was fed up with her antics and thought we'd be better off if we went somewhere where she couldn't easily find us. Being six years old, I didn't care as long as we were together..... Daddy and I, that is. Daddy found a new job in Atlanta, and it wasn't long before we'd moved into a nice house with a big back yard and a lot of trees. The day we moved in, the family next door came over to meet us. They had a little girl my age, Emma, and I just knew the two of us were going to be best friends. The father was a doctor who was just setting up his own family practice, and since he was looking for new patients, Daddy said we might as well be neighborly and give him a try as our doctor. Dr. Robert Crist, or Dr. Rob as he wanted to be called, was a big man. But, he had the most remarkable gentle and caring way about him. Event to this day, he was the best doctor I've ever had. He was never too busy to see us, and he even had one of those little black doctor bags that he'd bring next door to our house when Daddy called him at night, or on the weekends. Through the years, he'd patched up my scrapes and cuts when I fell down, set my broken bones and did all my childhood check-ups. As the years passed, the memory of my mother faded and Daddy became everything to me. Even though he was my father, we were more like friends than father and daughter – supporting each other in everything we did. And, while I eventually started to have an interest in the opposite sex, I found boys my age immature and bothersome. I went out on a few dates, thanks to Emma, but, Daddy never did. He never went out with his friends..... he never went out on dates..... and he never brought a woman into our house. Not even once. I asked him about it once, and he told me I was his whole life – that nothing would, or could, make him happier than just being my Dad and being home for me every day. Of course, that made me feel special, but, I could see the loneliness in his face when he let his guard down, and I felt sorry for Daddy when I'd go out, or spend the night with Emma, leaving him alone in the big house. I noticed a big change in Daddy when I got close to graduation and turned eighteen years old. He wasn't treating me like a little girl anymore. He bought me a new car, opened a checking account for me with a debt card, and gave me a monthly allowance so I wouldn't have to work during the summer. But, something else changed, too - the way Daddy looked at me. Sometimes I'd find him staring at me and he'd just smile a funny grin when I caught him. I tried to pretend it bothered me, but, it really didn't. Honestly, I loved the attention he gave me, and I probably teased him, in an innocent way, more than I should have. I never did anything overt, mind you, but, I didn't mind him looking down my top, up my skirt, or between my legs as we watched TV before I went to bed. More than anything, he was the one person in my life that made me feel desirable and pretty, and even though he was my own father, it gave me a thrill knowing someone was ogling me. About that same time, I discovered something about Daddy that was very unusual. He'd lock himself in his room at times. And, that was very strange, because he never did that before. It was like he'd disappear for an hour, or sometimes longer, and then he'd suddenly reappear and everything would be normal. However, quite by accident – I realized what Daddy was up to. I happened to be looking for a certain pair of panties which I'd worn the day before. I wanted to throw them in the washer so I could wear them the next day, but I couldn't find them. I found the matching bra in the hamper in my room, but, the panties were gone. I even poured my hamper out on the floor in my room to make sure they were weren't bundled up inside my shorts, or inside a t-shirt, but, I couldn't find them. They were gone. At first, I thought I must have simply misplaced them – maybe left them on the floor in the bathroom, or put them in the laundry bin downstairs. But, no, I checked and still couldn't find them. After dinner though, I took one more look in my hamper...... and lo and behold, there they were - tucked down about half way, right next to the matching bra. "Wow." I said. "That's really weird." But, I noticed something even weirder – the panties were perfectly folded, and since I knew I'd dumped my hamper out on my floor trying to find them earlier, I knew that wasn't possible. I knew I didn't overlook them earlier. They weren't there and now they were. Knowing Daddy was the only other one in the house, I knew it had to be him. But, why would Daddy want my underpants? Okay, now before I go any further I have to admit I was a sheltered and naïve eighteen year old girl who went to a private school, and I had virtually no experience with boys. And when this happened, I honestly didn't have any idea why Daddy would take my panties, and then put them back. So the next few days, I was very careful about how I put my dirty clothes into my hamper, especially my underwear. And each day, I discovered my panties had been disturbed. It only took another three days for me to put it all together. Each time Daddy disappeared into his room, my panties would go missing, and they'd mysteriously reappear back in my hamper sometime before I went to bed. It was my friend next door, Emma, Dr. Rob's daughter, that helped me figure it out. Actually, it didn't take her long at all. "Carly," she said, looking at me like I was completely ignorant, "your Dad is using them while he jacks off...... you know, while he's masturbating." "What?" I said. "No way!" I exclaimed. "Carly," she said, reaching up to grasp my shoulders and turning me so I was facing her, "don't be so shocked. My Dad's been doing that for years. Welcome to the club." "No way!" I exclaimed again. "Come on." Emma said, "I'll prove it." We went over to Emma's house and she sat me down next to her computer. After a few minutes, we were looking at a screen full of search hits after she'd searched on 'Panty Sniffing'. There were pages and pages of search hits, and as we looked at a few of them, she pointed out each place where it clearly said something about boys, men, husbands, boyfriends and fathers sniffing, licking and using panties while they masturbated themselves. She even found several sites that specifically talked about fathers taking their daughter's panties so they could sniff their daughter's intimate smell while they stroked themselves to orgasm. I was stunned beyond belief, and smartly pants Emma just sat there giggling at me. "Better get used to it." She warned. "If it's not your father, it's going to be a boyfriend doing it. And when you get married, its gonna be your husband, too." I still wasn't buying it. My own father using my panties....... for that! No way. "Look," Emma said, "your panties smell like you...... you know..... down there. Guys can't resist that smell – young or old, it doesn't matter. It's the way they are wired. At first I didn't believe it, either, but I came home early one day and found my Dad lying on my bed with my panties plastered across his face while he pulled himself. So believe me, it's true. Your Dad is probably just like mine – he's jacking himself off everyday, sniffing your girl smell and probably thinking about you while he jerks himself." I sat there in shock listening to what she was saying. I knew Emma well enough to know she wouldn't lie to me about what she'd seen her father doing, but, I still was having a hard time believing it. Then, as if I hadn't been shocked enough, she said, "Actually, I don't mind at all. It's kind of cool to know he likes my smell, so I've never said anything." I left Emma's house completely stunned. On the way out, I ran into her father, Dr. Rob, in their driveway and I could barely speak to him when he said hello to me. The idea that my best friend's father.... my own doctor..... the man who'd given me physicals and seen me in my own undies many times...... had been sniffing his daughter's panties! And according to Emma, my Dad was probably doing the same thing. When I got home, I did some internet searches for myself. I found some pretty startling things. Amongst them, I found a story written by a girl who discovered her father was sniffing her panties. Instead of being repulsed by the idea, it turned her on, and she began to tease her father by letting him see her partially undressed and leaving her panties for him to find. As her story went on, she got bolder and bolder, eventually letting it go so far as to let him catch her masturbating, and then finally seducing her own father and having sex with him. In her story, she described in detail about his sexual expertise, swearing her father was gentle, and loving, and always made it wonderfully good for her. What really got to me, though, was her statement that she wished her father could have been her first lover...... the one to take her virginity. "It would have been so much better if he'd been my first man." She said. "Considering the way I lost my virginity," she explained, "with an inexperienced high school boy who didn't know anymore than I did, knowing what I know now, I'd pick my father in an instant!" So, over the next few weeks, I watched him closely. I got into a regular routine of touching myself and getting my panties wet before I got up in the morning and tossing my panties in the hamper after my shower. I even got to the point where I'd sometimes take two showers a day, or just change my panties in the middle of the day for no reason so he'd have more to choose from. Sure enough, Emma was right. I'd check my hamper sometimes every hour, and I always found my panties gone while he was locked in his room, and then they'd be back in the hamper when Daddy was done. While all this was going on, I'd begun to masturbate at night, too, and then again in the morning. In every single one of my fantasies, my father was right there – playing some part in my carnal dreams. I imagined him watching me undress, or watching me in the shower, and even standing beside my bed in the morning watching me masturbate. The thought that really got me going, though, was the vision I had of him sniffing my panties while we watched each other masturbate. The idea of that always brought a quick orgasm, and I'd lie in bed panting..... literally longing for something like that to happen. In as much as I didn't want to admit it to myself, I even fantasized about Daddy taking my virginity – being my first lover. I'd lie in bed with my hand between my legs fantasizing about Daddy teaching me all about sex and then making tender, gentle love to me. Not screwing me..... not fucking me...... but, making warm, affectionate love while he held me in his arms. I'd dream about him undressing me – feeling his hands on my bare skin and enjoying his first touch on my tiny breasts and between my pussy lips. He'd lie me down and kiss up and down my body, stopping to kiss between my legs and I'd moan his name while he kissed my virgin pussy. And so, during that summer after I graduated from high school, I made a firm decision late one night while my fingers were dancing inside my panties, and sliding up and down my pussy slit. It was time to lose my virginity, and I wanted Daddy to be the one. I was sure of it. He loves me, I know he does, and I love him, too. Just like the girl in the story, I knew this was right and I didn't care what anyone thought. And in that exact instant, I knew I was going to give myself to Daddy. I'd beg him if I had to. No matter what, I was going to feel my Daddy inside me and he'd be the one to make me a woman. The morning after I made the decision, Daddy surprised me by making us a big breakfast. It was Saturday, and we both usually slept in until late on the weekends. But, as he knocked lightly on my door and opened it to tell me breakfast was ready, I wasn't able to pull the sheets up in time and I'm pretty sure Daddy saw my fingers down inside my panties. At the very least, I'm sure he saw my sleep shirt pushed up above my tiny, A-cup breasts. I giggled to myself after he quickly apologized and closed my door. Through the door, I told him I'd be right down for breakfast, and then not bothering to put on a bra, get dressed, or even wash my girl smell off my hands, I went down stairs in just my panties and my short sleep shirt. Poor Daddy, he apologized over and over while we ate. And, each time he did, his eyes drifted down to my chest and I'd see him looking at my nipples poking out through my thin sleep shirt. When I got up to get some jelly out of the refrigerator for the toast, I bent over at the waist so he could see up the back of my short sleep shirt. When I turned around, his face was flushed and his eyes were big, so I knew he'd probably seen the wet spot on my panties from behind when I bent over. What I did was naughty, but, his reaction caused me to reaffirm my decision to move ahead with my plan to get Daddy to break my cherry. "Daddy," I said, deciding it was time to put my plan into motion, "it's probably time I had a female exam. I'm eighteen, you know. Do you mind if I talk to Dr. Rob about that?" "No, Sweetheart." He said. "It's probably about time you had one. But, would you feel better with a female doctor for something like that?" "Oh, no." I said. "I'd definitely feel better with Dr. Rob. You don't mind, do you?" "Nah, that's fine." Daddy said. "He's been your doctor for more than ten years. I'm sure he'd be happy to do it." On Monday, I called Dr. Rob's office to get an appointment. When the nurse asked me what the appointment was for, I told her it was personal..... a female thing..... and that I wanted to speak with the doctor privately..... for a consultation. "I understand," the nurse said, "how about if we make it at the end of the day." My stomach was in knots the whole day, but at 4:45 PM, I walked into the office and checked in at the reception desk for my appointment. I was told Dr. Rob was running behind, but, they promised I'd see him shortly. It was 5:15 before they called my name, and as I stood in the empty waiting room, Dr. Rob peeked out from around the hallway and waved me back. He stood at the door of one of the examining rooms, smiling at me and holding my chart in his hands. Once I'd entered and he closed the door, he sat down on a small rolling stool, gestured for me to sit on the exam table, and looked up at me. "So, what's up, Carly?" He asked. "You asked to see me privately for a consultation, is that correct?" "Uh huh." I said nervously. "What's on your mind, then?" Dr. Rob said. "Well, first," I replied, "now that I'm eighteen, everything we discuss is confidential, right? I mean, you can't say anything to anyone about anything we talk about, right? Not the nurses or even my Dad, right?" "That's right, Carly." He answered. "You're not a minor anymore, so whatever you say is completely confidential." "Okay." I said softly. Then, taking a deep breath, I added, "I'd like to talk about birth control and getting a female exam." "I see." Dr. Rob replied. Then after a second he asked, "Are you sexually active, Carly?" "Not yet." I answered, shyly. "But, soon I think...... uh, I hope." "You know," he interrupted, "the pill doesn't take effect immediately, and it doesn't protect you from Sexually Transmitted Diseases. If you're going to be sexually active right away, the pill isn't going to help you avoid pregnancy." "I know." I said. "I'm thinking long term, though." "I see." Dr. Rob said again. "The female exam sounds like a good idea, Carly. You're old enough now. You should get a pap smear and a full exam. I can recommend a good Gynecologist for you..... a female doctor, if that's what you want." "No." I said quickly. Then feeling my face turn red, I said, "I want you to do it." "Carly," he said, looking up at me, "I appreciate your confidence in me as your doctor, but, most young women your age prefer a female doctor, especially if it's their first time getting an exam of this nature. It can be..... uh.... a little embarrassing, I'm afraid." "I know." I replied. "And, I don't care about that. I want you to do it, and I don't want a nurse there." "Carly," he said, setting my medical folder down and settling back on his stool, "there has to be someone present. I'd get roasted alive if someone found out I had a cute, young girl like you in an exam room with no clothes on. It's not an option, I'm afraid." "Yes," I said, "I've heard that." I paused for a moment and then I looked at Dr. Rob and said, "My Dad will come with me." "You mean to bring you to the office, or, be in with you for the exam?" Dr. Rob asked. Almost ashamed of my answer, I looked down at the floor and then back up at Dr. Rob. "I want him to come in with me." I said. "For the exam." "Carly," he said, chuckling over at me, "I know you've never had an exam like this, but, let me see if I can explain it to you." Dr. Rob explained that I'd be examined fully. And that meant my breasts, my back side and my vagina. "You'll have your legs up in the stirrups, Carly." He said. "There's no such thing as modesty for an exam like this, believe me. I'll be examining your breasts...... touching them and your nipples, as well as your anus and your vagina. Are you sure that's something you want your Dad to witness?" I turned red with shame and embarrassment when he asked me that question. I didn't know how I was going to tell him that's exactly what I wanted. I wanted Daddy to be in the room for the exam and watch everything. I wanted him to see me naked. I wanted Daddy to see my vagina and my hymen. I wanted Daddy to look between my legs and see my virginity for himself. "Dr. Rob," I said, flushed with embarrassment, "I love my father, and I'm not afraid to let him see me naked. "Your Dad's a good man and a wonderful father, Carly, but, don't forget - he's still a man. You're a very beautiful girl, and it might be hard for him to remember you're his daughter. Do you catch my drift on that?" "I understand exactly what you're saying." I replied. "But," I added, pausing for a second, "I want Daddy to see for himself that I'm still a virgin." "Are you saying you'd want me to let him see inside your vagina?" He asked, quite surprised. "Yes." I answered. "I want him to see everything. I want him to see everything you do...... every place you touch.... and......." I stopped short of saying what I really wanted to say, and then looked up at him. "Carly," he said as he took a deep breath, "I've got this feeling there's something you're not telling me. Be honest with me and tell me what's going on." "It's just that he's so lonely." I said, with tears starting to fill my eyes. "He's spent his whole life just taking care of me. He doesn't date. He doesn't have a social life. And quite honestly, I'm scared as hell to lose my virginity to some sweaty kid in the back seat of a car when I know how much he loves me, and, how much I love him." Dr. Rob was silent while he handed me a tissue. And, as I wiped the tears away from my face, he simply said, "So you're thinking you want to give your virginity to your father. Is that it?" I began to cry as I nodded my head. "I've made my mind up." I said, between sobs. "Please don't judge me." I begged. "I'm not judging you, Carly." Dr. Rob said. Then after a minute, he handed me another tissue and said, "Just so I understand clearly, you want your father to watch the exam so he'll get sexually aroused seeing you exposed so intimately. You're hoping this will set the stage for him to eventually be the one to deflower you. Is that close to the truth?" Daddy’s Little Virgin Ch. 01 "Uh huh." I said, as I cried softly. "I'm over eighteen, I'm an adult and it's up to me to decide who gets to take my virginity." Wiping my nose and drying my eyes, I continued, saying, "Dr. Rob, you're the only one I could trust to talk to about this. I want you to be the one to examine me, and I want my Dad to be there and watch everything. But, if you won't do it, just tell me now and I'll start looking for another doctor who will." "I see." He said, for the third time. Then, looking up at me he said, "Carly, can we talk in complete confidence for a few minutes?" I was still crying, but, I nodded my head as I wiped my eyes. "Okay, well, do you have any sexual experience with guys at all?" He asked. "Oral sex? Hand jobs? Anything?" "No." I said, still sniffling. "I assume you've discovered masturbation by now and you can bring yourself to climax. Is that correct?" Dr. Rob asked. I blushed and nodded my head up and down. "But, you've had no sexual contact with guys at all?" He asked. "No." I said. "Well, okay." He said, sighing. "Assuming I might do what you're asking, you understand I'd be taking a huge risk. I could lose my license if word of this ever got out." "I know." I said, wiping the last of my tears away from my face. "I promise I'll never tell anyone, Dr. Rob." "Not even Emma?" He asked. "I know the two of you are pretty close." "I swear." I replied. "I won't breathe a word of it to anyone. Not as long as I live." "And, you'd have to agree to come after hours when everyone is gone, and, I'd have to talk to your Dad for a few minutes alone before the exam. Is that agreed?" "What would you have to talk to him about?" I asked. "About you." Dr. Rob answered. "About why he was here, and, about what you've asked me to do. It's not fair to just assume he's going to be okay with this, you know. You need to give him the option to say 'No'." After a second, he looked up at me from his stool and said, "I think I know exactly the best things to say to him, so why don't you just leave that to me." "Alright." I said, looking over at him. "Does that mean you'll do it?" I asked. "Yes, Carly." He said. "I will. But, let's discuss this for a few minutes so I'm absolutely sure what you want out of this." He told me that something like this would have to be a mixture of a real female exam and a sexual response exam. "You know, it might be better if I have him play the role of an assisting physician, and he can help me with the exam..... if that's alright with you. I could even show him the different places to touch you, and actually let him do parts of the exam. It would be embarrassing...... almost humiliating, but, together, you and he could discover how and where you like to be touched. Does any of that interest you? Do you think you could handle that?" The prospect of Daddy touching me under the guise of examining my body sent thunderbolts of excitement through me. "Oh, yes!" I said, excitedly. "I'd probably even have him undress you." Dr. Rob explained. "And, when the time came, I'd have him touch your breasts and nipples so we could check your response to sexual stimulation. You'd have to understand you'd eventually be naked, with your feet in the stirrups and your legs spread wide open. You won't be able to hide anything, Carly. He's going to see your private female parts quite clearly. But, if that's what you want, I'll make sure he gets plenty of time to look and touch." I nodded my head up and down as Dr. Rob spoke. "That's exactly what I want!" I exclaimed. "When I examine your vagina," he continued, "I'll make sure to point out your clitoris, and I'll have him examine it thoroughly. If your hymen is intact, we'll do the same thing there. How does that sound?" Again, I nodded my head furiously up and down. "Of course, no one likes to have the dreaded anal exam, but, it has to be done. I'll be gentle, and I'll show him how to be gentle, too. Are you okay with that?" He asked. "Having your father touch you back there?" "Yes, of course." I said, smiling at Dr. Rob. "Should I show him how to masturbate you, and let him give you an orgasm?" He asked, grinning at me. By now, my tears had stopped and my pussy was leaking profusely into may panties. "Yes. Absolutely yes." I said. "So," he said, "if I understand correctly, you'll just come in here and be our submissive patient. You'll accept whatever we say, and whatever we do. Right?" The thought of it was making me feel light headed. Everything he was saying sounded perfect to me. "I want him to do anything he wants to me." I said. "You're free to have him look and touch me anywhere. I'll do whatever you say – I promise." By this time, Dr. Rob was smiling as he taunted me. "Excuse me for asking this so bluntly, Carly, but, are you sexually excited right now?" Blushing again, I nodded my head and softly said, "Yes." "Come here." He said, moving his rolling stool out to the middle of the exam room. "Stand right here in front of me if you don't mind." I let myself down from the exam table and stood in front of him. As soon as I was still, he raised his hands to my waist and looked up at me. "Do you mind if I lower your jeans for a minute?" Dr. Rob asked. "I need to check something. It won't take long." "Okay." I said, reaching for the snap of my jeans. "Let me do it, if you don't mind." Dr. Rob said. I pulled my hands away and watched as he gently unbuttoned my jeans and then reached down for the tab on the zipper. Without wasting any time, he pulled the zipper down and opened up my jeans. He could see my yellow panties – or the tops of them, I guess. I was a little surprised when his hands went to my waist and he started to push my jeans down, but I stood there and let him. I had to help Dr. Rob by wiggling my butt back and forth, and a few moments later, my jeans were just below my knees and he was looking directly at my thin, yellow panties. "Can you spread your legs a little bit for me, Carly?" He asked nicely. When I did, he carefully laid two of his fingers directly up against the crotch of my panties and gently pressed the fabric in between my pussy lips. "Oh, my." Dr. Rob said. "Yes, you are definitely quite wet." Then, reaching back up for the waistband of my panties, he started to pull them down slowly. My heart started to beat wildly, and I felt like I was out of breath as he pulled my panties down past my mound, exposing my pussy to his gaze. Dr. Rob looked up at my face and asked, "Am I the first man, other than your father, I assume, to have the pleasure of seeing your vagina, Carly?" "Yes." I croaked, barely able to speak. "He hasn't seen me naked for years, though." "I guess that's going to change soon, huh?" Dr. Rob replied, grinning up at me. "It'll be something he'll never forget, Carly." Dr. Rob added. "He'll get to see his little girl as a woman, and unless I miss my guess, soon after you leave here, you'll get your wish and I expect it'll be everything you hope it will be." "Dr. Rob?" I said, blushing. "Is it going to hurt? You know, when he...... uh, puts it in me?" I felt his fingers brush up against my labia, feeling for the slit between my slippery lips. He didn't stick his fingers in me, but, he looked up at me and said, "I don't want to touch you too much beyond your outer lips, Carly. I think that ought to be something we save for your father, don't you think?" "Yeah." I said, almost swooning to his touch. "I think I'd like that." He kept stroking me, though, running his fingers up and down my slit and diddling my clit. "Do you know for sure that your hymen is still intact?" "Uh huh." I said. "It's still there. I've seen it with a mirror and I can feel it when I touch down there." "I envy your father." He said in response. "I'm sure he'll take enough time and be gentle with you when it happens. I'll make sure I mention all that during your exam. But, to answer your question, you might feel something as light as a little pinch, or, it might be worse. Every girl is different, but, I'll be able to tell you better once I see you during your exam. If it looks like you might experience a lot of pain, or a lot of bleeding, we can do a small procedure during your exam to make it a little easier for you when the time comes." "Actually," I replied, "I really don't care it if hurts, or if it bleeds. I just want him to be the one to do it. I was just wondering if it was going to hurt so I'd know what to expect, that's all. I've heard so many different things...... you know, from the girls at school." "Don't worry about it." He said, as he continued to rub my clitoris. "I'll make sure we examine your hymen closely, and we'll talk about it a lot during the vaginal examination." He continued to rub up and down between my lips, and my wetness was so obvious, I could hear the sound of his finger as he touched me. I spread my legs as much as I could with my panties around my knees, finally having to reach my hand out to his shoulder to support myself so I wouldn't fall over. "That feels good, huh?" He asked. "Hmm." I moaned. "Yes it does. It's feel wonderful." "I'll teach your father to do this for you, Carly." He said, softly. "It's just a very light massage touch with the fingertips between your inner lips, up to your clitoris. The trick is to do it gently, with almost no pressure...... up and down, like I'm doing now. Maybe I'll send the two of you home with some homework after your exam." Dr. Rob laughed, and looked up into my eyes. "You know, just a few things you can do together so he can get to know your body and what makes you feel good. Would you like that?" "That would be great." I sighed, enjoying the contact of his experienced fingers as he touched me. Then, after a second, I couldn't help but whimper as he massaged my clit and then rubbed around the opening of my pussy. I leaned on his shoulder as he touched me, wishing he'd use more pressure on my clit so I could cum. "Excuse me for asking this, but, once you give up your virginity, do you plan to keep having sex with your father?" He asked, softly. "I don't mean to be nosy, I was just curious." "I..... uh, don't have anyone else, and neither does he." I replied. "So, maybe we will. I hope so, anyway." "I know he'd appreciate that, and I'm positive you're never going to find anyone who loves you more than he does." Dr. Rob said. "You're going to find that your father's love is going to be very special to you. It will feel warm and genuine every time you're together. Each time you take him inside you, it'll take your breath away." Dr. Rob pulled his fingers from between my legs and held them to his nose. "You smell absolutely enchanting down there, Carly." He said, bending down to see my wet pussy lips. "I'm glad you've had the good sense to keep your pubic hair trimmed, but, you'll need to be completely bare for your exam. Is that okay with you?" I nodded my head as he looked up at me. "I mean, if you really want your father to see everything," he said, "hairless is the only way to go. So, either you can do it yourself, or, if you come like this, I'll teach your father how to shave you properly during the examination. You can think about that between now and then." I could literally feel myself gushing as I stood in front of him with my panties at my knees. Momentarily, I thought about the shaving aspect, and how nice it would be to have Daddy shave my pussy bare while I lie spread open on the exam table, but, I was pulled from my thoughts when he spoke again. "If you don't mind, Carly," he said, "I'd like to ask a personal favor. Completely off the record, so to speak." "Yeah, sure." I answered. "Since I'm doing something for you, would you mind doing something for me?" Dr. Rob asked, and then without waiting for me to answer, he said, "As you can imagine, I don't get a chance like this very often. But, I'm kind of a connoisseur of fine panties..... and, well, would you mind giving me these panties? You understand what I mean, right?" "Sure, I understand. No problem." I said, stepping back from him and kicking off my sandals. As I pushed my jeans the rest of the way down and started to pull my legs out of them, he made me promise never to tell his daughter, Emma, that I gave him my panties. "You have my word." I said, smiling. "But, as long as we're being completely truthful, and as long as it's confidential, I might as well tell you that Emma already knows you have a thing for panties." "I suspected as much." Dr. Rob said, chuckling. "That explains why she's been so generous to me in that regard. In any event," he went on, "it's probably best she didn't know I had her best friend's panties. It'll have to be our little secret." I slipped my panties off and held them out to him. Dr. Rob took my yellow panties from me and held them open to look inside. Seeing how wet they were, he looked up at me and smiled. "I appreciate this very much, Carly." Dr. Rob said as he wadded up my wet panties and slipped them in his pocket. When I bent down to reach for my jeans, he rolled backwards on his stool. "We close the office early on Thursdays." He said. "Would you like to schedule your exam for, let's say, 3:00 PM this Thursday?" Suddenly, the reality of everything hit me. Thursday was just a few days away, and looking over at him as he waited for my answer, I became more convinced than ever this was the right thing to do. "Absolutely." I said. Then, smiling, I buttoned my jeans back up and stepped into my sandals. "Good." He replied. "Thursday it is. We can take as long as we need, and no one will disturb us. And," Dr. Rob added, "between now and then, maybe you should think about simple ways you can tease your father a little bit just to make sure he's interested. I'd hate to have this back fire on us." "Okay, Dr. Rob." I answered. Then, I walked up to him and gave him a hug and thanked him for his understanding and his agreement to help me with my little plan. "And, before I forget," he said, "when you come on Thursday, make sure you bring an extra pair of clean panties to your appointment.... some cute ones. And, I'd like you to play with yourself for a while, no more than an hour or so before your appointment time. But, don't touch yourself directly, Carly." Dr. Rob instructed. "Just do it over your panties. That way when your father undresses you, your panties will already appear wet." "Remember," he said, as I turned to leave, "not a word to anyone about any of this, especially not to my daughter. I'm trusting you, Carly. Please don't betray my trust." As I left the office and walked to my car, I giggled at the naughtiness of my plan and the way Dr. Rob was helping me out with Daddy. Thursday would be here before I knew it, and without a doubt, I knew it would be an experience I'd never forget. The first of many with Daddy, I hoped. Daddy’s Little Virgin Ch. 02 As I drove home from my appointment with Dr. Rob, I had a million things to think about. For example, should I shave my pussy ahead of time, or let Daddy and Dr. Rob shave me at my female exam on Thursday? What was I going to do to tease Daddy between now and then? What panties should I wear to my exam, and, which clean ones should I bring with me? What was going on between Dr. Rob and his daughter? What was Dr. Rob going to do with the panties I gave him today? What was Dr. Rob going to say privately to Daddy on Thursday before my exam was done? How long would I be naked in front of Daddy and Dr. Rob during the exam? Were they going to put their fingers, or, something else inside me? Inside my butt? What would Daddy think when he sees my hymen? For that matter, what will Daddy think when he learns I want him to take my cherry? What kind of 'homework' will Dr. Rob prescribe for me and Daddy after my exam? As each minute passed, I thought of a new question that didn't have an answer. However, I quickly realized that some of the questions had an easy answer once I thought about it. The shaving question was easy -- I'd just trim myself really close so Daddy's first glimpse of me won't be that obscured by my pubic hair. Then, I'd get to enjoy displaying myself, with my legs in the stirrups while Dr. Rob taught Daddy how to shave my pussy before the really interesting part of the exam begins. The panty questions were easy, too. I'd wear my brand new white, silky panties to the appointment because Daddy hadn't seen them yet, and I'd bring my pink mesh panties for the extra pair. I had no idea what the extra pair was for, but, the pink ones were almost see through, so if I was going to wear them, they should show me off nicely -- especially if I was shaved. As I pulled into our driveway, I finally decided there were too many questions I didn't have answers to, and rather than frustrate myself over them, I decided to just let them go. That is, except one. How was I going to tease Daddy between now and Thursday afternoon? As I walked into the house, Daddy was busy in the kitchen working on our dinner. "It's about time," Daddy said, looking at his watch, "I was beginning to worry. It's almost seven!" "I know." I replied. "I had the last appointment of the day and Dr. Rob was running late." Then, walking up to him and putting my arms around his waist, I gave him a hug and told him I was sorry for making him worry. Feeling his strong arms wrap around me, I pushed my breasts into his chest and took a big breath, forcing the little nubs on my chest into him, and smiling to myself at my naughtiness. To my surprise, Daddy tightened his hug and pulled me into him, and I swear I could feel a bump in the front of his pants. Could Daddy have an erection because of me, I wondered? The thought of it not only excited me, but, it amused me and I giggled silently thinking it might be easier than I imagined to tease Daddy for the next few days. "Dinner will be ready in two minutes." He said, pulling away from me. "Okay," I replied, "I just want to change out of these clothes, and I'll be right down." I reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned to leave. "What was that for?" He said, rubbing his cheek as I was half way to the stairs. "Just because." I said, smiling back at him. Turning into my room, I started to reach back and swing the door shut when I remembered Dr. Rob's suggestion about teasing Daddy. "No time like the present!" I said to myself. Then, intentionally leaving the door wide open, I reached down for the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Standing there in my jeans and bra, I turned to face the door way and reached back to unhook my flimsy bra and let it slide down my arms. I stood there for a minute, topless, listening to see if I could hear Daddy in the kitchen, or perhaps his foot steps on the stairs, but there was nothing but silence. Reaching down for the button on my jeans, I remembered that I'd given Dr. Rob my panties while I was at the doctor's office, leaving me in a commando state beneath my jeans. Then, gathering all my courage, I undid my jeans and wiggled out of them. Naked now, I stood up straight and faced the door again, listening to see if I could hear any signs of Daddy. When I couldn't hear anything, I shrugged my shoulders, smiled to myself and turned to walk over to my dresser to get a fresh pair of panties from my lingerie drawer. I stood there for a few seconds, looking down into the sea of silky panties, deciding what to wear. "The baby blue ones," I thought, "and maybe those tiny, white shorts on top." Pulling the panties out of the drawer and tossing them on my bed, I pulled open another drawer searching for those little white stretch shorts. When I bought them, I didn't realize they were going to be so tiny. They were almost indecent, and I never wore them out of the house, or even in front of Daddy. The cheeks of my butt hung out of them and they were cut so short, you could almost see the edges of my panties between my legs. "Perfect!" I said to myself as I found them, and tossed them on the bed, too. No bra tonight, either, I decided. I figured if I was supposed to tease him until my exam on Thursday, I might as well start off with a bang tonight. So, walking to my closet and standing in front of it still completely naked, I looked for a top that would show my nipples and let Daddy have a surprise if he was inclined to take a peek down my shirt. Not seeing anything I liked, I decided to wait until I put the shorts on since they might influence what top I wore. I walked over to the bed, picked up the baby blue panties and bravely turned to face the door again. Staring at the door, and using all the will power I could conjure up to make Daddy magically appear at my door, I stepped into my panties and slowly pulled them up my legs. I stopped with my panties half way up and just stood there and watched the door. I probably stood there for a good thirty seconds, naked, with my panties at my knees, watching the door, before I finally said, "Too bad, Daddy." Then, chuckling to myself as I pulled my panties the rest of the way up, I smoothed them out across my butt and ran my hand between my legs, lightly pressing the silky fabric against my clit. Then reaching for the shorts, I pulled them on and took a few steps to my right to see how they looked in the mirror. "These are really tiny." I mumbled. Turning around to look at my butt in the mirror, I could see the blue material of my panties showing through, and, when I bent over, the edges of my panties peeked out. Wondering if I was pushing this teasing thing too far, I turned back around in front of the mirror to see that the stretchy shorts outlined my pussy in such a way that clearly highlighted my mound. Of course, there was a chance Daddy wouldn't even notice. But, if he did, he would definitely get an eyeful. Looking into the mirror, my eyes settled on my tiny orbs and I looked at myself closely. Not any bigger than a scoop of ice cream, I barely filled out an A cup bra. By all rights, I should have worn AA bras, but, I couldn't bring myself to buy them. The A cups were embarrassing enough, and there was no way I was going to further humiliate myself by dropping down even smaller to the AA cups. As I looked at myself, my hands rose up and I cradled my breasts in the palms of my hands, tweaking my sensitive nipples with my fingertips as I did so. About the only thing I liked about my breasts were my nipples; they were incredibly responsive and sometimes I'd get aroused just by the way my nipples rubbed against the cups of my bra, or against a shirt when I went braless. So, as I fingered my pink nipples, they tightened up, transforming into hard, little pebbles as I lightly pinched them. It felt good in a sexy sort of way, and each time I lightly pinched them, I could feel it deep down in my pussy. I closed my eyes as I let my fingers do what they wanted to my nipples. Alternating the pressure, and moving my fingers back and forth as I pinched them, I started to get this lightheaded and heavenly feeling. With my eyes still closed, I threw my head back and began daydreaming -- imagining how I was going to feel on Thursday when Daddy and Dr. Rob were examining me. It was a foregone conclusion they were going to touch me, and they might even pinch my nipples like I was doing now. The knowledge that Daddy would be touching me in just three short days caused me to open my eyes and smile at myself in the mirror. But, when I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, the first thing I saw was Daddy's reflection. He was standing in my doorway, watching me caress my little boobs while I pinched my nipples. "Daddy!" I exclaimed, and quickly covered my breasts with my hands. Fortunately, my hands were easily big enough to cover my breasts, and as I turned around to face him with my hands in place, he was frozen solid - standing there with his jaw open staring at me. The next few seconds were unbelievably awkward, and as we looked at each other, we both knew he'd seen me caressing myself and lustfully pinching my nipples. There wasn't much I could say about it -- I was the one that left the door open...... I was the one that secretly wished he'd walk in on me, and I had no right to be upset with the way Daddy was staring at me. And, as we stood there looking at each other, I could see he had no idea what to say, or what to do. I don't know what made me do it, but, once I saw he wasn't turning to leave, I simply dropped my hands to my side, and stood there, letting him look at me. I mean, what was the point of being modest now? He'd obviously seen me cupping my dainty boobs and tweaking my nipples. Unless he was blind, he had to know by the way I'd closed my eyes and swayed my head back and forth that I was enjoying touching myself. I know he'd had some brief glimpses of my breasts before. Not like this, though. Not out in the open and bare like they were now, but, I knew he'd looked down my top a few times. Of course, he had to know they were small, but, this was probably the first time he'd seen me completely bare from the waist up since I was nine or ten years old, and probably the first time he'd seen my nipples this clearly. Amazingly enough, it felt wonderful standing topless in front of him. And instead of being self-conscious about it, I felt incredibly good -- I felt strong and bold. His eyes were scanning my body, from my breasts down to my shorts, and when his eyes focused on the way my stretchy shorts displayed my pussy, I got those delightful twangs of excitement deep inside my panties again. "Daddy," I said, quietly, "you're staring at me." His eyes moved back up to my breasts and lingered there for several seconds. "Daddy?" I said again, trying to get his attention. When he looked up at me, I repeated what I said without turning away or covering myself. "Daddy, you're staring at me." "Damn, you're beautiful." He replied, almost so softly I couldn't hear him. "I'm sorry, Carly. I shouldn't have said that." Daddy quickly added, seemingly shaking himself back into his father role. "I didn't mean to stare, but, damn, Sweetheart, uh....... I mean, uh...... never mind." "No, Daddy." I replied. "Tell me what were you going to say." "I shouldn't, Sweetheart. I can't." He said, forcing his eyes from my breasts up to my face. "It's just that..... uh, you're breasts are so amazingly beautiful...... they're so perfect." "They're small!" I exclaimed. "I hate what mother nature did to me, it's so unfair! And, you're just saying that to make me feel better." I said, blushing from his compliment and turning my head away so he'd think I was embarrased. "Carly, look at me." Daddy said, taking a step toward me and reaching both his hands out to me. I turned my head back to look at Daddy, and reached both my hands out to meet his. As I did, he turned me toward the mirror and stood behind me. Wanting him to think I was embarrassed, I reached up to cover my little cones. But as soon as I did, he reached around in front of me, took hold of my wrists, and gently moved my hands back down to my sides. Then, standing behind me, he leaned forward and looked at me in the mirror, and began to speak. "Sweetheart," Daddy said softly, "I don't ever want to hear you say that again. You've been blessed with the most beautiful and perfect breasts in all of creation. If you knew how sincerely I mean that, you'd know I wasn't just saying that because I'm your father." I wasn't sure if he was lecturing me, or paying me another compliment. But as his words played in my head, I could tell by the look in his eyes, and by the way he was shifting his glances between my eyes and my breasts, something important was happening between us. "If you weren't my daughter," he whispered in my ear from behind me, "I'd beg you to come have dinner with me just as you are so I could simply enjoy the company of the most beautiful girl in the world." The sincerity in Daddy's voice affected down to the very core of my heart. As we stood there looking at each other in the mirror, I saw something in Daddy's eyes that transcended him being my father, and I got a lump in my throat. He'd called me beautiful, and I could tell he meant it. I was affected so profoundly, my eyes started to tear up, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from crying as we looked at each other. I turned around and buried my face into Daddy's soft shirt and silently cried as he gently held me. I could feel his hands tenderly sliding up and down my bare back, holding me while I had my little cry. Daddy's words were powerful and meaningful, and probably the most wonderful words anyone had ever said to me. They made me feel good, and they made me feel grown up, desirable and incredibly feminine. Daddy stepped back from our hug and smiled down at me. "I know I'm going to kick myself later for suggesting this, but, why don't you throw on a shirt and come down to dinner. It's on the table and probably getting cold." I watched as Daddy started to leave, but, as he got to the door way, he turned to look at me one last time. Then smiling, he shook his head in a resolving manner and left. And as I heard his footsteps going down the stairs, I became smothered with the feeling of completeness and a new kind of love for Daddy that I'd never felt until that exact instant. If he'd have turned around and came back to my room, I just knew I'd jump into his arms and plead with him to make love to me right then and there. I felt another twinge of excitement between my legs as I reached into a drawer to pull out a clean t-shirt. Then giggling out loud, I headed downstairs to join Daddy dinner. He was sitting at the table, smiling to himself as I sat down. As he handed me a bowl of mashed potatoes, I asked him what was so funny. "You are." Daddy said. chuckling. "There's no way you would have known this, but, the women on my side of the family, as well as your mother's side of the family, were all small breasted." "Really?" I asked. "That's the honest truth." He replied. "Before your mother turned into the wicked witch of the north, that was one of the things I truly loved about her. It's actually what caught my eye when we first met." "So, you're a small boob kind of guy?" I asked, smiling across the table at him. Daddy shook his head again and then looked up at me. "I'm electing not to answer that fully on the grounds it may incriminate me. But, I think it's fair to say I've always preferred a woman with an A-cup, or less." He smiled back at me as he turned his attention to his dinner, and as we ate, we exchanged smiles and glances like we were sharing a secret joke between us. After a few minutes passed, he asked me how the appointment with Dr. Rob went. "We talked about a lot of things, and I've got an appointment for my female exam on Thursday." I answered. "Good." He said. "It's good for a woman to have a yearly check-up. I'm sure you've heard that." Daddy added. "You probably don't need a mammogram yet, but having a pap smear is pretty important, I guess." "That's easy for you to say, Daddy. You're not the one being examined." I replied. "He told me about the stirrups and having to look between my legs, and I understand all that." I added. "But, Daddy, I don't want him to stick anything in me down there. I'm a virgin, Daddy." I could see the look on Daddy's face change when he heard me say I was a virgin. "I'm sure you're not the first girl Dr. Rob has examined who hasn't had sexual relations, Carly." He replied. "Daddy, you're not getting what I'm saying." I said, with an exasperated tone. "I still have my, uh...... my virgin thing down there. Get it?" "Oh." Daddy said, looking across the table at me. Then his eyes suddenly shot open and he said, "Oh! Yeah, I get it." He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. "Of course," he said, with the beginnings of a smile on his face, "I'm delighted to hear that. Virginity is so rare these days, especially at your age. I admire that, Carly. And, I'm sure Dr. Rob will be extra gentle. I can talk to him if you'd like." "Do you think you could drive me down there on Thursday?" I inquired. "You know, be there for moral support? Would you mind?" "Sure." Daddy answered. "I'd actually consider it an incredible honor, Sweetheart. It's understandable that you might be nervous and I wouldn't want you to go through this alone." I knew he had no idea what he just agreed to, and as far as I was concerned, I'd just done everything I needed to do to get him in there. Dr. Rob told me he'd do the rest -- he told me he'd talk to Daddy privately once we got to his office and make everything work. Now that that was done, and he'd be there with me, I felt relieved. Then, looking back over at Daddy, I said, "He asked a lot of embarrassing questions today." "Like what?" He asked, nonchalantly, as he ate. "Daddy!" I exclaimed. "They're embarrassing!" "Well, what's the big deal?" He asked. "If your mom was still here, don't you think she'd be asking what you talked about? Are you ashamed of something?" "No," I answered, "I'm not ashamed of anything. They were just really personal questions." "Well," he pressed, "like what?" "Jeez!" I moaned out loud. "Well, if you really want to know, he asked if I was sexually active and about my sexual experience." "And?" He said, looking up at me. "What did you say?" "Daddy," I replied, "first off, I'm not sexually active, okay? Remember just a few minutes ago I said I was a virgin? And secondly, I don't have any sexual experience. None. Zippo. Nada. Zero. And thirdly, I've never even seen a penis on someone older than six years old! Except maybe some drawings in a book." Daddy laughed as I made my point. "Okay. Okay." He chuckled. "I got it." "What else did he ask you?" Daddy inquired. "He asked if I, uh, you know..... touched myself." I replied, blushing as I said it. "You mean masturbation?" He asked, calmly looking up at me. "Uh huh." I answered. "Well?" He replied, looking up at me. "Do you?" "Daddy, that's really, really personal!" I replied. "Carly, masturbation is a totally natural thing." He said back to me. "Despite what you may have heard, it's a healthy thing to do, and, everyone does it. Even little babies do it. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, and I'd be worried if you weren't doing it." "Well then, Daddy," I said, setting my fork down and looking him directly in the eye, "do you masturbate?" "Of course I do." He answered. "I told you it was nothing to be embarrassed about." "It's not, huh?" I said, giggling over at him. "Let's just see. How often do you do it, Daddy? How often do you masturbate?" Daddy’s Little Virgin Ch. 02 I sat back with a huge smile on my face and waited for him to start squirming. Yeah, okay, I knew masturbation was normal human behavior, and I was pretty sure he was masturbating with my panties, but, if he was going to ask me personal questions, I thought it might be fun to turn the tables on him. "So," he said, as he looked over at me, "you know if I answer your questions I'm going to expect you to answer mine, too. Are you sure you want to play this game?" "Yep." I said, defiantly as I sat back with a cheshire smile on my face. "Okay, then," he replied, "ask me anything you want and I'll give you a complete and honest answer. Then it'll be my turn." He grinned at me as he sat back in his chair again, waiting for me to ask my questions. "Fine with me." I said. "First question, how often do you masturbate?" Without batting an eye, he answered, "Usually twice a day. Some days, three times." He must have seen the surprise on my face when I heard his answer. His body language never changed, though. He sat there in his chair as if he was quietly waiting for the next question. "When do you do it?" I asked. "Morning time, before I get up." Daddy began. "And, maybe I'll do it once through the day if the opportunity presents itself, and, usually at night before I go to sleep. Sometimes it changes, but, pretty much that's what works for me." I was floored by the way he so calmly answered my question. And, he said it with such clarity, I had no reason not to believe him. "When do you enjoy it the most?" I then asked. "Oh, it's good all the time." He immediately replied, smiling broadly as he answered. I thought about what I was going to ask him next. I had some really touchy and personal questions I was honestly curious about, but, I wanted to make sure I wouldn't push this new frankness thing too far. "Daddy, I just need you to clarify something for me." I said. "You told me I could ask you anything. Did you really mean that? Or, were you just joking? I have some other questions, but, they might be really personal." "Sweetheart," he replied, "we ought to be able to discuss masturbation, or, anything of a sexual nature openly and honestly between us. I'd much rather you come to me when you have questions so you don't have to rely on your friends, or gossip. You're an adult now," he added, "and, I think we should be able to talk about these things openly." "Daddy, but, is it okay if I ask you personal questions?" I asked, just to make doubly sure. Daddy nodded his head. "Of course you can, Sweetheart." He replied. "You can ask anything that's on your mind, even if it's personal. You just have to be adult enough to accept the answer." "Hmm." I said. "Okay. I appreciate that. So, my next question is, do you ever use any toys, sexual aids...... or look at pictures or magazines, or anything like that when you masturbate?" "Yes, sometimes I do." He answered. "For example, sometimes I might use a lotion or a lubricant on my penis when I masturbate. It feels more like being with a woman when I do. I've also got a few X-Rated DVDs, and sometimes I watch those. It all depends what kind of mood I'm in, I guess. I usually wake up with an erection, so in the morning, I hardly ever use anything." "Daddy!" I exclaimed. "Did I just hear you say you had a collection of X-Rated movies?" "Uh huh." He replied, chuckling at my surprise. "Would you ever let me watch one?" I asked with a hopeful grin on my face. "If that's what you want." Daddy answered. "Maybe we should watch them together, though. Some of that stuff might be shocking to you when you see it for the first time. It's pretty hard core, but, you're an adult now, so if you want to watch them, it's fine with me." I was amazed at the way Daddy was answering my questions. There were at least three more I wanted to ask him, but I knew I shouldn't press it any further than I already had. I felt it would be best to hold the rest of my questions until the time was right. And, since we were both done with our dinner, and it was already after 8:00 PM, I decided to let him off the hook..... for now. Without saying anything, I got up and took my plate over to the sink and then went to get his plate, too. As I walked around the table and stood next him, I leaned down and put my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek like I did earlier. "Thank you for being such a great father." I whispered. Then, scooching myself between the table and his chair, I sat myself down in his lap, cuddled up in his arms and laid my head down on his shoulder. "Thanks for what you said in my room about my breasts." I said. "That was so sweet of you, and, you'll never know how much it meant to me." I felt his arms tighten around me and he patted my back and told me he loved me. I also thanked him for answering my questions about masturbation, and warned him that I still had a few more questions left to ask. I added that I had some general questions about sex, and, asked him if we could talk again later. "Sure." He said, as he stroked my back. We can talk anytime you want, and you can always ask me anything. And don't forget," Daddy added, "I still get my chance to ask you some questions!" With that, Daddy tickled my sides and I jumped off his lap trying to get away from him. "Come on," he said, "help me clean the dinner mess up so I won't miss the local news." We spent the next thirty minutes cleaning the dishes from the table, rinsing the pots and pans and loading the dishwasher. I knew he had this nightly ritual of watching the local news broadcast, so, when we were done in the kitchen, I decided I'd go upstairs to shave my legs, wash my hair, and take a long, hot shower. And, that's what I did. I have to admit, sometimes the solitude of the bathroom is a good place to think about things. And, while I was shaving my legs, I decided to turn the heat up on Daddy tonight. I knew nothing would tear him away from his beloved nightly news, but, I came up with a plan to spring on him once the news was over. By that time, I'd be done in the bathroom and I'd be girly fresh. To go along with my plan, I was going to use the panties I put on after I got back from seeing Dr. Rob. I seeped pussy juice into them while I was in my room and Daddy was looking at my breasts. Plus, while we were talking during dinner and Daddy was answering all my questions about his masturbation habits, they got even wetter, and when I took them off to get in the tub to shave my legs, they were so slimy with my slippery secretions, I just knew they had to get into Daddy's hands tonight, and I knew just how I'd do it. Plus, if everything worked out right, I'd probably be sleeping in Daddy's bed tonight, and we'd both go to sleep in a very content state. I took extra care shaving my legs, making sure they were silky smooth all the way up to my thighs. I washed my hair with my favorite shampoo and used the after bath lotion Daddy gave me for Christmas. By the time I was done blow drying my hair, I knew the news would be just about over and I could launch my devious plan. First, though, I had to select the perfect wardrobe, or, better said, the perfect pair of panties for what I had in mind, and a sleep shirt that was too long. I found the perfect pair of panties buried in my underwear drawer. I'd worn them only once before, and they kept creeping up my butt crack and in between my pussy lips. The day I wore them, I spent the whole day pulling them out from both of my crevices, and I vowed I'd never wear them again. But for what I had in mind, these were exactly what I wanted. I was counting on them to creep up again -- both up my butt and between my labia. The sleep shirt was perhaps the longest one in my drawer. It was anything but sexy, and probably designed by a nun to be worn by nuns. But, if my plan went as I expected, I'd have no choice but to take it off, leaving me dressed in just those tight little panties that liked to creep into my girl places. Walking down the stairs to the living room, Daddy was still in his recliner and the news was over. He was channel surfing with the remote as he saw me come down and plop down on the couch adjacent to him. Time to put my plan into action. "Daddy," I said, in my sweetest voice, "didn't you tell me once you took massage classes and used to give mom massages?" "That's a fact, Sweetheart." Daddy answered, as he flipped through the channels looking for something to watch. "Do you think you'd like to do your favorite daughter a big favor?" I asked. Still flipping the channels with the remote, he said, "Sure. What do you need?" "I was thinking it would be so nice to have a massage." I said matter of factly. "My legs and shoulders have been so sore for the last few days. Do you think a massage would help?" Daddy quit channel surfing and turned to look at me. "Did you hurt yourself, or something?" He asked. "I was moving things around in my room," I answered, "maybe I pulled something." "Well," he said, "I've certainly got everything to do a full massage. I think I might even have some unopened bottles of different massage oils and you could select your own fragrance." "Could we do it tonight?" I asked. "I don't know why not." Daddy replied. "Maybe it'll help you'll sleep better." Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in Daddy's recliner when he called out to me from the guest bedroom. "Hey, Sweetheart." He called. "It's all ready. Come on in." Snickering to myself, I skipped up the stairs and made the turn into the guest bedroom. Sure as heck, he had his massage table set up, a stack of towels, hand cloths, and a side table with several bottles of massage oil. "You're not going to be able to wear that." Daddy said, gesturing to my matronly sleep shirt. "Maybe some shorts and a halter top would be better." "Can I just take it off?" I asked. "Sweetheart," he said, putting his hands on his hips and giving me a serious look, "after that little episode in your room before dinner, I'm not sure that's such a wise idea. I may be your father, but, I'm still a man." "Oh, come on, Daddy." I said, as if I didn't understand what he meant. "You've already seen me up top...... and I've got underwear on..... it isn't much different than a bathing suit bottom, you know." I could see Daddy thinking about it. Inside, my heart was pounding and I was praying he'd agree and I'd soon be pulling my sleep shirt over my head and standing in front of him in just my panties. I could feel myself getting tingly and moist as we looked at each other. I knew if he agreed, it would just be a matter of time before I could push Daddy to a point where I could ask him one of questions I held back during our conversation at the dinner table. It was a big one, too. Deciding I'd make the decision for him, I pulled the sleep shirt over my head and tossed it on the guest bed. "See." I said, "No big deal. Where do you want me?" Daddy's eye went right to my tiny breasts, and then down to my panties. He was obviously interested in my panties, because he looked at them and took a deep breath before he looked back up at my face. "On the table?" I asked. Daddy nodded at me and I turned toward the table. In the most unladylike manner I could manage, I put one knee up on the table, stuck out my butt and pulled myself up on the cushioned surface, stopping on my hands and knees, with my legs as far apart as the table would allow. I knew damn well the view he had of me as I paused there -- with my little breasts hanging down and my butt stuck up from behind. I turned to look at him and he was speechless, staring at my butt and undoubtedly looking at the way the tight fabric of my panties were stretched across my pussy mound. Time stood still as he stared at me, and I let him look. It was a huge thrill for me to display myself like this, but, I knew there would be more to come, soon. By the time this massage was over, he'd be a quivering mess and I'd be able to move to the final steps of my nasty plan. "On my front first?" I asked, starting to lean down and sticking my butt up more. I felt the panties start to creep into the crack of my ass and dig into the crevice between my pussy lips. "Yes." Daddy said after a long pause. "I'll do you from behind....... uh, I mean..... I'll do your back first." Settling down on the massage table, I turned my head away from Daddy and used every ounce of composure I had not to smile. I had him, now. To be continued...