44 comments/ 121015 views/ 155 favorites Daring Daddy By: adrtyguy Jennifer pulled up to the house and my stomach was instantly in my throat when I saw that the living room light was still on. There was no way around it; I was going to be in so much trouble. Two hours past my curfew, and it wasn't even worth it. We were supposed to meet some guys that we had met at the concert earlier that night. Jennifer had gotten the tickets for my 18th birthday which was the next day, well since it was after midnight I guess I was technically 18 now. We were both virgins and we knew what the guys wanted to do to us but we just never could bring our selves to get out of the car. We parked multiple times but always ended up driving away soon after. We both chickened out and just drove around all night. I knew I should have just gone home but I Was trying to get up the courage to knock on the door of the four hot older guys that would have gladly taken our virginity. I thought for sure that my dad would have fallen asleep long before I was supposed to be home but that light in the window meant he would be sitting right inside the door waiting for me. I looked over at Jennifer and told her goodbye with tears in my eye. It would probably be weeks before we could even talk again. I wasn't sure what my dad was going to do but the last time I was late I got grounded for a month and I was only 30 minutes late. As I tried to open the car door my hands were shaking at the thought of what was waiting for me once I walked into the house. I stepped out, closed the door and watched as Jennifer waved and drove away. Making my way up the path to door a hundred excuses were formulating in my head but I knew none of them would save me. I slid my key into the lock slowly, trying to be quiet, telling myself that there might be a chance that he just forgot to turn the light off when he went to bed. A small part of me believed it but in reality I knew better, he never left lights on. Just as I was about to turn the handle the door swung open. "Get your ass in here now." my dad said in his deep angry voice, standing there in nothing but his boxers. I could see how mad he was by the swollen veins in his muscular arms and neck. "Where have you been? It's 2 in the morning. Go to your room, I will be there in a minute after I lock up." He yelled and slammed the door. I ran up the stairs terrified of what was going to happen when he came to my room. He usually made me sit at the table while he lectured me and decided my punishment. This was different and it scared me to death. I sat on my bed, hugging my body pillow, wondering what he was going to do. Then I heard him coming up the stairs and I was so scared I thought I might pee my pants. My door burst open and there he stood, filling the door frame with his large body. "Why do you do this?" he said stepping into my room. "I don't like to punish you, why can't you just be a good girl like you used to?" "I'm sorry daddy, I don't know why I stayed out so late, and I deserve to be grounded daddy." I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. "That's not going to work this time, I obviously need to do something different to get the point across. You just got ungrounded two weeks ago and you are only getting in more trouble." He said then stood there staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest. "What can I do to get you to respect the rules around here? Maybe I should spank your ass like I used to when you were younger. Is that what I need to do?" "No, daddy, please I promise I won't do it again, please don't spank me, daddy." I whimpered, terrified at the thought of his big hands swatting my ass. "You don't want me to do that huh?" "No, daddy, please don't spank me." "Stand up, bend over and pull your jeans down to your ankles." He said firmly as he watched me wiping my tears away. "Bbb...but daddy," I was stunned and could barely breath enough to udder the words. "Now!" He said, so loudly that I jumped to my feet without even thinking. It had been years since he had spanked me; the last time I remember it was seven years ago when I was eleven. I started to pull my pants down and remembered that I was wearing a thong, and it was a sexy one. My dad didn't allow me to wear them but I had a few that I kept at Jennifer's house for special occasions. I was instantly mortified, embarrassed and shaking with fear as I pulled my pants down. I had my pants around my ankles waiting for him to tell me what a bad girl I was and how ashamed he was that I dressed like a slut but nothing happened. He was just silent and still. I wanted to look back and see what he was doing but I was too scared to move. It seemed like an hour passed before he finally made a sound. He cleared his throat and said, "This is going to hurt and I'm sorry but you need to learn your lesson." Suddenly I was feeling the most intense pain I had ever felt in my life as his hand smacked my ass. He spanked me so hard I almost fell forward but he caught me with his other hand around the front of my waist. He pulled me back towards him and held me tightly against his leg then smacked my ass repeatedly. I lost count after about six; he seemed to pause between each swat as if he were letting me feel each one fully before delivering the next. When it finally stopped he stood there holding me bent over against his leg as I cried in pain. After a few minutes of my crying he pushed me over onto my bed without saying a word. I finally had the courage to turn and look at him. When I turned I could swear I saw him holding his penis through his boxers but when he saw me turn he quickly left my room and closed the door. I quickly dismissed the thought and told myself that my vision was blurry from crying I must have been mistaken. I laid on my bed for a long time balling my eyes out from the pain. As the tears dried up and the crying stopped I began to relive the experience in my mind. Why didn't he say anything about my panties? And why would I even think that I saw him holding his penis? And why would I think it was hard inside his hand? I thought to myself. Why would I imagine such a thing about my dad? Again, I dismissed the thoughts as I stood up and examined my red ass in my full length mirror. I could see his entire hand imprinted on my ass and could almost count the swats from the welted outlines of his big hand and thick fingers. When my head finally started to clear from the shock of what just happened I began to wonder what else my punishment would be. I really wanted to go talk to my dad and find out but it would have to wait until tomorrow because he had to work early in the morning. I showered and climbed into bed. Lying in bed my head was filled with questions about what just happened. How long would I be grounded? What was he going to do about the panties I was wearing? Why did he just leave my room without saying anything? The next morning I woke up to the pain of my bruised ass as I rolled over in bed. As soon as my eyes opened all the questions rushed back into my head. I jumped up out of bed, instantly regretting my quick movements as my ass reminded me of the welts from my daddy's hand. Limping past my dad's room I noticed that his bed was left un-made and his room was a mess. That was very unusual because he always made his bed before work every day. He must have slept in and it was my fault that he went to bed so late. I felt horrible and decided it was only right for me to clean his room and make his bed for him. His boxers were lying right inside the door and some used tissues were on the floor next to his bed. I hope he isn't sick, or was he crying because he was so upset over my misbehaving? I made his bed and did my best to tidy his room up like he usually kept it. When I was finished I limped my way down stairs I found a note sitting on the kitchen counter. It read: Krissy, Do your chores and put some ice on your butt if it hurts. I'm sorry it ended up that way but I am not going to tolerate you breaking the rules anymore and if you do it will only get worse. Do not leave until your chores are done fully and curfew is now 11 for the rest of the summer. Love Dad That's it? I'm not grounded? I thought. I couldn't believe it. I thought for sure he was going to ground me and was still blushing at the thought of what he was going to say about my thong. But he said nothing and pretty much told me I could go out as long as I was home by 11. I texted Jennifer and told her the news instantly. She was shocked that I wasn't grounded and asked what happened. I told her that my dad had spanked me instead of grounding me. She of course replied by saying that she wished my dad would punish her. She was always talking like that about my dad. She said she would pick me up in a few hours and she wanted to hear every detail. Before I even finished with my after chores shower I could hear Jennifer honking in the street. I threw on some loose fitting sweats and hobbled my way to her car. "The way you are walking it looks like your dad did a lot more than spank you." She said as I sat down slowly in the passenger seat. "Gross, Jen, do you ever think about anything other than sex?" "Not when it comes to that hot dad of yours." She replied. She was the horniest virgin I had ever met. If she was a little more secure with her body she would have lost her virginity years ago. Her boobs were kind of small and the rest of her was kind of not so small but she had a very pretty face and I thought she was beautiful. Jen always told me that if she had my body she would have more sausage in her than IHOP . I didn't see what she saw. Yeah, I had always had big boobs and a big ass, but I wasn't the kind of girl that guys always go for. At least not in my mind. "So tell me what happened all ready." She said anxiously. "Well when I tried to open the door he was there waiting in just his boxers, like he had gone to bed but woke up and waited for me when he saw I wasn't home yet." "Wait, so your dad was in nothing but boxers the whole time?" She interrupted as I tried to tell her the story. "Yes Jen, just his boxers." I replied. "Ok continue." She said. "He told me to wait for him in my room so I did, then he came in yelling at me and said he was going to try something different because I keep getting in trouble. Then he told me to stand up, pull my pants down around my ankles and bend over." As I said that a horn honked and I realized Jen was staring at me with her mouth wide open and not watching the road. "Jen pay attention, you are going to get us killed. I will tell you the rest when we get to your house." The rest of the drive she didn't say a word; I could tell she was lost in thought but at least she was now looking forward. As soon as we pulled into her driveway she hurried me into her house then to her room where she shut the door behind us. "Now tell me everything." She said as we sat on her bed. "So I pulled my pants down and realized that I was wearing a thong and I nearly died of embarrassment and fear." "Ohh no, what did he say?" "Nothing, he didn't say anything at all. It was just quiet for a while until he told me to get ready and the next thing I knew my ass was on fire and I almost fell down. He caught me and held me as he finished spanking my ass slowly at least a dozen times." "So your dad saw your naked ass in that slutty red thong and didn't yell at you for wearing it?" "I know, I was glad he didn't mention it but it kind of weirded me out even more that he didn't yell at me." "It's probably because he liked it." She said with a serious look on her face. "Jen! Gross, stop!" I said disgusted. "Well it would be easy to tell, did he have a hard on?" As she said those words the blurry image of my dad holding his dick in his hand flashed back into my head. This time it seemed more real and a chill came over my body as I considered that I might have actually seen it and not imagined it. I sat quietly for a moment while I recalled the image and asked myself again why my imagination would make such a crazy thing up. My dad was attractive but I had never thought about him like that or even seen his dick before. There was really only one explanation; I saw exactly what I thought I did. My stomach sank as the reality set in but then I was pulled out of thought by Jens voice. "Well? Was his dick hard? Did you look?" "No Jen, why would I look? He is my dad. And why would he get hard? I'm his daughter." There was no way I could tell her what I saw; she would never shut up about it if I did. "Well if I was a guy and I saw your round ass in those panties I would get hard without a doubt. And so what if he is your dad. If my dad were as hot as yours I'd fuck him in a heartbeat. Who better to break you in than your dad, he would be careful and nice and as long as he doesn't get you pregnant everything is fine." "Oh my god Jen, are you serious?" "Yes I'm serious, you have no idea how many times I wish my dad looked like yours. I bet his dick is huge!" It was huge and the more she made me think of it the more I could picture it in my head. It filled his large hand and had plenty to spare. I could see the outline of it clearly through his boxers that struggled to contain it. As I accepted the possibility more and more things began to make sense. Why he walked out of my room so fast, why he stood so quietly behind me, why he took his time spanking my ass, and oh my god... the tissues next to his bed! Did my dad really get so turned on spanking my bare ass that he went into his room and jacked off thinking about me, his daughter? No matter what I thought it all made sense now and that realization made me sick to my stomach but I couldn't stop thinking about it. "Jennifer that is so wrong, you would really have sex with your dad?" "Yes I would if he wasn't fat and balding. Are you telling me you really have never thought of it before, Krissy? Lots of girls want to fuck their dads and lots have." "How do you know this?" I asked, expecting her to have no legitimate answer. "The internet, of course." She said as she pulled out her laptop. She handed me the computer and told me to read for myself. It was a site called literotica.com where people posted erotic stories and confessions. "Go to the incest category." She said. I reluctantly did as she had instructed and the screen filled with a list of stories, most of which had daddy and daughter themed titles: "Daddy's Lap" "Daddy's Dirty Daughter" "Daddy's Fuck Toy" and "Thank You Daddy" to name a few. "Jennifer, these are just stories, that doesn't mean that there are really girls who have had sex with their dad and liked it" "I have actually talked to some girls on there with Skype and trust me they are real, I even talked to a girl and her dad at the same time and watched them fuck." "Oh my god, Jen, are you serious? You watched them have sex?" "Hell yes I did and it was so hot. You want to see a picture of them? I have one in my inbox." "No I don't want to see them having sex." "They are fully clothed dork. Here just look, they are normal people just like us and there is nothing wrong with it."She said as she opened the picture in her email. They were just like she said, a normal looking dad and daughter that could easily pass for anyone in our neighborhood. They both looked very happy together and the girl was average looking, not pretty but not ugly. She was kind of chubby but she had the biggest smile on her face and her dad was kind of handsome. He had his arms wrapped around her tightly and also had a big happy grin on his face. "Well, they do look normal and happy but it still seems crazy to me." I said as I handed her back her laptop. "There are tons of girls who fantasize about having sex with their dads, Krissy, it's actually more normal to have that fantasy than any other, really." "I am beginning to understand that, but it doesn't mean that you should actually go through with it." "If you are lucky enough to have a hot dad that wants to fuck you then I think you owe it to all the girls out there to do it and take advantage of the situation you are lucky to be in." Jen said with a stone faced serious look. "Jennifer, are you trying to talk me into having sex with my dad? I don't even know if he wants me like that even if I wanted him." "I am not trying to talk you into it, I am just trying to make you understand that it isn't gross and that a lot of girls do it or want to. Do you know how many girls wish their dad spanked their bare ass like yours just did? Read some stories on that site sometime and you'll see what I mean." "Fine, I better go home now, my dad will be home soon and I don't want to be in trouble again. I don't think my ass could handle it." When I got home my dad was in the kitchen putting the final touches on dinner. "Hi, daddy." I said as if nothing had happened the night before. "Hi, princess, dinner is almost ready." "I'm sorry about last night, daddy. It was really selfish of me and I promise I won't do it again. I can barely sit down today." "I'm sorry it had to be like that, Krissy, but you need to start acting responsibly. If you want me to take a look at your butt after dinner I will. I might have gotten a little carried away." I was instantly embarrassed at the thought of being bare assed in front of my dad again and almost said no thanks but something in the back of my mind stopped me. "Ok, daddy, it really does hurt a lot." I couldn't believe the words just came out of my mouth. Did some part of me want my dad to be looking at my ass, or was I saying it so I could have an opportunity to see if he gets a hard on. If he did then it would confirm that he did think about me like that and if he didn't then maybe I could finally put the thought out of my mind. Whatever my reason there was no way out of it now. The whole time we were eating dinner my dad never made eye contact with me and hardly said a word. It was probably better that way because the only thing I could think about was whether or not he was going to get a hard on looking at my ass. When we had finished eating and I was done cleaning up, my dad called me over to him and said "Ok princess let's take a look at your bum. Come stand in front of me and turn around." He was sitting in his chair in the living room. It was like a dream as my body walked over and stood in front of him even though my mind was regretting every step. As soon as I was squarely in front of him I felt his hands on my hips, he lifted my shirt and slid his fingers inside the waist of my sweatpants and panties and slowly stretched the elastic wide as he gently pulled them down over my tender ass. He pulled them all the way down to my ankles, causing him to lean forward and bend down. It seemed unnecessary but then I felt his breath on the skin of my left butt cheek as his face came within an inch of it. Butterflies were swarming in my stomach and felt more like bees as embarrassment gave way to multiple emotions that I could not identify. He sat back in his chair and once again I could not bring myself to turn and see what was happening behind me. Again he remained quiet for what seemed like a long time. Then I felt his hands on my waist again, this time it was on my bare skin and a chill went through my body. No one had even touched me there before and I wasn't sure if I liked it or wanted it to be over. "I'm sorry princess, I really did get carried away. I just don't want my little girl to get in trouble or get hurt. There are a lot of bad people out there and it scares me to think what they would do to this body, I mean bad people do bad things." He said realizing his Freudian slip. Daring Daddy Oh my god, did he really just say that? I thought to myself. "I guess you are not such a little girl anymore and I need to try and accept that you are quickly becoming a woman. But you will always be my little princess so it is going to be hard." As he spoke his hands were sliding slowly down the side of my hips like he was gently tracing my curves. I do not think he realized what they were doing because I could feel his touch change as he got lost in his words. It went from an examination to a caress as his big hands slid down my side. "We should put an ice pack on this, grab one from the freezer." He said. Again my body took over as I stepped out of the clothes still wrapped around my ankles. What was I doing? Walking around in front of my dad naked from the waist down. As I turned to walk to the freezer I caught my dad's eyes following my manicured bush from the corner of my eye. He really was looking at me in an inappropriate way, I thought as my legs carried me into the kitchen. As I walked back with the ice pack I realized that I could see him in the reflection on the TV. I could clearly see him and he looked like he was adjusting himself in his shorts. Then he looked up and saw my reflection in the TV. He was staring right at my crotch. His hand squeezed his bulge as he ogled my naked body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I knew I had the confirmation I was seeking and told myself to somehow get out of the situation but my body continued on auto pilot. It was like a part of me was a prisoner inside, helpless, only able to watch as I walked in front of him and handed him the ice pack. His hand reached out and searched for it because his gaze was stuck on the strip of hair just above my vagina. "Here ya go, daddy." I said, prompting him to raise his eyes and look at what his hand was doing. I used the time to get a look at his bulge. Whatever he thought he did to hide it was not working. I could see it stretch down the inside of his leg, tightening his otherwise loose shorts so much that very few details went unnoticed. It was huge, it looked to be about eight inches and almost as thick as a can of red bull with a very defined head that was nearly poking out of the bottom of his shorts. "Ok princess lay down across daddy's lap and I will ice your bum for you." He said as he patted his leg right next to the bulge he thought was hidden. I screamed no in my head but before I could even finish the thought I was awkwardly draped over his lap with my ass in front of him. It reminded me of the way he used to spank me when I was younger, and much smaller. I didn't fit on his lap comfortably anymore but my body didn't seem to mind. As soon as I was in position I turned my head away to get a glance at the TV screen. I had a great view and could even see the expressions on his face. He was staring down at my ass. The image of my bottomless body draped across my daddy's lap and him staring down at me was surreal. It was like I was in a daze, unable to process anything, I was only able to watch like I was a spectator in my own body. I could see him lean forward and try look between my thighs to get a peek at my privates from behind. I could read the frustration on his face when he realized that my legs were not spread enough to catch a glimpse. Then I was brought back to reality by the cold of the ice pack on my cheek. It was ice cold and stung for a moment causing me to squirm around on his lap. One of my legs fell to the floor and his hand reached for the inside of my other thigh to keep me from falling off. His firm grasp caused a wave to go through my body as his fingers wrapped around my thigh only inches from lips. The sensation caught me off guard and made me snap back to reality. Oh my god did I just get turned on by the feeling of my dad's hand between my legs? This can't be happening I need to stop. I thought to myself. "Daddy this is really uncomfortable, I can just take the ice pack to my room and sit on it for a while. I am too big for your lap now." I said as I climbed off his lap. I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes, his bulge had gotten even bigger and the head was now poking slightly out of his shorts. I struggled not to stare so he wouldn't realize that I saw it. "Ok princess I am sorry I couldn't help you. I hope it feels better." I reached for my pants and panties on the floor and he quickly grabbed them. "I am going to do a load of laundry I will throw these in for you." He said as he bunched up the clothes in his hands. As I started up the stairs I could feel his eyes on my naked ass and as I reached the top of the stairs I turned slightly and saw him standing at the bottom, his eyes following my every move while covering his bulge with my pants and panties. "Goodnight princess." He said as I rounded the corner to my room. "Goodnight daddy." Closing the door behind me I felt like I had just escaped something, I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. I tried to sort through what had just taken place but the only thing I could do was shake my head and go to the shower. I felt dirty and somehow taken advantage of, I hoped that the water would wash the feelings away. In the shower I was able to calm down and analyze the situation. I remembered my conversation with Jennifer and told myself that my dad had not really done anything wrong. He really was trying to take care of me, his reaction to seeing my naked body was essentially a natural one. He did not touch me inappropriately or try to push things beyond our normal relationship. His physical reaction to me did not even mean he wanted to have sex with me. I began to feel less uncomfortable and ashamed of how I had behaved. Stepping out of the shower and seeing myself in the mirror conjured up the image of my dad's reflection in the TV. His bulge in his hand and his eyes on my body. I tried to see things through his eyes and began to feel sorry for him. I hadn't seen him with a woman in years and it had to be hard on him, literally and figuratively. I felt much better and decided that I shouldn't be so quick to judge and condemn him or the situation. I woke up the next morning with vivid flashbacks of a dream. My dad was sitting in his chair with his ample dick in his hand and I was standing naked in front of him. He was looking at my body and just holding his swollen package. He wasn't jacking off, he was just smiling the warmest loving smile imaginable as I just stood there in front of him. It was embarrassing and shameful but at the same time I had an overwhelming sense of love and warmth. I was somehow proud that he liked my body and wanted to see it. That feeling of being admired was a new one to me, no one had ever really wanted me like that before and it felt amazing and empowering. For the next few days I felt lighter on my feet and more energetic than I had in a long time. I didn't really think about all of the things that had happened. Even when Jennifer repeatedly bugged me, asking if I had read any stories or if my dad had done anything that would make me think he wanted to have sex with me, I just told her no and moved on to other things. She did notice that I seemed happier and more confident than usual but I just told her it was because I was finally 18 and I couldn't wait to see what my dad had gotten me. In our family we celebrated birthdays on the weekend after the actual day and since my birthday fell on a Monday this year I had to wait till Friday to see what I had gotten. My dad took it very seriously and didn't even say happy birthday until the following Friday would roll around. A couple days before my "birthday" Jen and I were out at lunch and our waiter, Mike, was flirting with me. He was pretty cute and it caught me off guard because boys never really flirted with me like that. Jennifer told me I should flirt back and I decided to give it a try to see what happened. "What should I do?" I asked Jen. "Just smile at him and try to make eye contact as he walks by." I tried what she suggested and he responded by stopping at our table every time he passed. He would come and ask if I needed a refill even though my glass was almost full and then smile at me over his shoulder as he walked away. "See, I told you." Jennifer said smiling at me while kicking me in the shin under the table. "Yes, bitch, you were right." I said, kicking her back. "Krissy, you should get his number; I bet he has a nice dick." "Jen!" I said pretending to be slightly offended as I kicked her again. I wasn't really offended, she speculated about almost any dick that walked by. "Just do it." She insisted. "Ok, I will when we leave now shut up." As we walked out the door of the restaurant I stopped and forced myself to ask Mike for his number. He hesitated a second then took my phone and entered his number. "Call me later, I get off at 5." I was so happy that I didn't even hear what Jennifer said when she slapped me on my shoulder as we walked out. I am sure it was something about someone getting off after 5, or it took more than 5 to get her off. Which she knows is a lie, that girl would get off just having a dick in front of her. After Jen dropped me off at home I sat and watched the clock waiting for 5 to come around. Finally it arrived and I forced myself to wait 15 minutes so I wouldn't seem so desperate. The very second the clock turned to 5:15 I dialed the number. At the sound of the first ring I realized I didn't even know what I was going to say. I hung up quickly and waited to see if he was going to call back. I just sat there staring at my phone hoping it wouldn't ring and that the call didn't go all the way through. After a few minutes I remembered that I needed to think of what I was going to say. Just say hello, it's Krissy from the restaurant earlier. I thought to myself. I summoned the courage to dial again and listened to the rings, the ringing stopped,... it was a recorded message saying "Welcome to the looser line, someone decided you were too big of a looser to get their real number. LOOSER!" My immediate reaction was a laugh, it was pretty funny after all. Then when the laughing stopped I felt deflated and disappointed. He was just flirting with me to get a tip and I dove in head first without seeing how deep the water was. Jennifer of course was texting me the whole time, asking if he had sent a dick pic yet, and when did she need to pic me up to take me to get laid. I really wanted to tell her about the looser line but I didn't have the energy for that conversation with her and in part I didn't want to seem so pitiful. So I told her he was religious, the no sex before marriage type, and she told me not to call him back. I laid face down in my bed crying. Why couldn't he have just wanted me for real? What was wrong with me? The thoughts echoed as the tears dampened my pillow. I knew one thing for sure, I hated the way I was feeling and wanted very much to feel like I had for the last few days. I wish I had never asked Mike for his number, everything was great before I did that. I sat up in my bed determined to get that feeling back. Wiping my tears away I got up and walked to my dad's room, I don't know why, it just seemed comforting. I sat on his bed and looked around the room sniffling from the tears. As I reached for a tissue from his night stand I laughed when I remembered finding the tissues on his floor the day I cleaned his room. As I thought about it and laughed I laid back in his bed. The thoughts of humor turned to flashes of his bulge and images of his eyes staring at my body. I sat up again and looked at the tissue box wondering if that one time was the only time he had been so turned on by my body that he couldn't help but jack off thinking of me. Were there other times? I thought to myself. I could feel myself wanting to find something that told me it hadn't been the only time. What about the night when he examined my ass and his hands were touching my body? He was so hard that night that his basketball shorts couldn't even contain his bulge. I began to relive the night in my head, wishing I hadn't ended the situation so I could see how far his desire for me would push him. Then I flashed on the image of him standing at the bottom of the stairs hiding his bulge with my clothes. My panties, where were the panties he took to launder? I hadn't seen them since. I quickly searched the house in all the places they could have been, my room, the laundry room, the dirty clothes... they were nowhere to be found. I got excited at the thought of him keeping them to get himself off on the scent of my dirty panties. I went back to his room and lifted his mattress, that's where Jennifer keeps her vibrator and a picture of Ryan Gosling. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my panties flattened between his mattress and box spring. My heart pounded inside my chest at the thought of him using my panties to get off. After staring at them for a while in some twisted form of celebration I plopped the mattress back down and sat back on his bed. I felt alive and valid again. I realized that I liked the feeling I got when I thought of my dad ogling me and touching himself while thinking of my body. I decided to give him more opportunities to see my body. I went straight to my room and looked through my clothes to find my most revealing outfits. I didn't have very many choices, my dad had always insisted on shopping with me and constantly vetoed anything tight or low cut. Then I remembered the bikini we had bought last year when we went to the beach and I forgot my one piece suit at home. My dad didn't want me to get it but that was the only option available. I had grown some since the last time I wore it but it should still fit. I put it on and stood in front of my mirror. Oh yes this will work just fine, I thought as I admired the way it struggled to cover my boobs. The bottom was clearly too small for me and barely covered the pink flesh of my lady parts. Turning around I was surprised at how much less of my ass it covered since the last time I wore it. It wasn't a thong but my cheeks were barely covered at all. My dad was due to be home in about an hour. I quickly made sure all my chores were done so I could be laying out in the backyard in my bikini when he got home. It was risky because he told me to throw it away after the trip to the beach but I figured the worst thing that could happen is that he would make me throw it away or spank me again. Either way it was worth it. I laid out a towel, set a book beside it and laid down pretty much straight in front of the sliding glass door. When he came home and walked by the door he would have a clear view of my ass and between my thighs. I set my mirrored sun glasses on the ground in front of me and positioned them so I could see the door behind me. Lying in the sun my conscious started to question my actions. What was I doing thinking it was a good idea to create situations for my dad to look at my body sexually? Then I told myself that it was harmless and he already did it anyway. It is not like I was trying to have sex with him and I wasn't getting off on it. Besides, it was kind of a win -win situation, I got to feel desired and he got to get off. To appease my conscious further I decided that I wouldn't make a habit out of it and I wouldn't do anything that a typical girl wouldn't do at home in front of her dad. I heard the sound of my dad's truck pulling in the driveway and my heart started to race. I checked the glasses, spread my legs and pulled my bikini bottom up between my cheeks. My dad's silhouette appeared in the glasses as he walked into the kitchen and I knew he could see me through the sliding glass door directly in front of him. He walked to the door that was only a few feet behind me and I could see his face clearly. His arm reached for the handle to open the door but he stopped. He stood there admiring my ass with a surprised look on his face. His hand that was reaching for the door dropped to his crotch and started massaging the developing bulge in his jeans. I was fascinated by what was taking place behind me. It was so invigorating to watch how he responded to the sight of my spread legs. I reached back and pretended to scratch an itch on my ass cheek and slyly pulled my bottom into my ass further. He froze for a second like he thought I might turn around but when I went back to laying still his hand began to massage himself faster. His bulge was huge now and I could tell he was completely hard. Then he did something that I had never expected or planned for, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. I could not believe I was seeing his entire hard on only feet away, even in the tiny image of the glasses he was huge. When he wrapped his fingers around it his thumb and index finger were nearly two inches apart. At first he stroked it slowly as his eyes were locked onto my body, then he started stroking faster and faster. I wanted to give him a better view so I reached under my stomach and raised my ass in the air like I needed to adjust the front of my bikini bottom. As I raised my ass he stroked furiously and suddenly I saw his thick white sperm splatter against the glass and run down. There was so much that by the time he'd stopped stroking it had dripped down the glass all the way to the bottom of the door. It felt amazing to know that he found me so attractive he would risk getting caught and do something so naughty just to get off while looking at me. I thought he would be scrambling to clean his mess off the glass but he just stood there looking at me with his hand still wrapped around his dick. I decided it would be fun to scare him and pulled my legs up underneath me so I would be kneeling with my back towards him. After a second I picked up the glasses so I could get a look at what was going on. He was frantically wiping the glass trying to get rid of the evidence. The panicked expression on his face was hilarious. He was almost done so I stood up slowly, grabbed my towel and book then turned around. He and his mess were gone. I slid the door open and he was standing at the counter as I stepped in the door. "Hi daddy, I didn't know you were home. I guess I lost track of time out there." "Hi princess, I see that you didn't throw that suit away like you were supposed to." He said as he clearly eyed my boobs that were spilling out of my top. "Yeah I'm sorry, I just wanted to keep it so I could tan in it. Are you mad?" "No I am not but you shouldn't wear that anywhere but home because it looks kind of small on you. But I don't care if you just want to wear it around the house... to tan." "Ok thanks daddy, I'm going to go take a shower before dinner." I walked past him as he kept his crotch pressed tightly against the counter awkwardly. I think the site of my boobs in the tiny bikini made him hard again and he was trying to hide it. In the shower every time I closed my eyes I saw him stroking himself, I caught myself keeping my eyes closed multiple times and had to force them open. I told myself that my purpose for doing this was to regain that feeling but I couldn't stop thinking about his hand wrapped around his dick. Slowly I began to give in to my thoughts and allowed myself to close my eyes and picture it. When I realized that my hands wanted to reach down between my legs and pleasure myself I stopped and forced myself to stop picturing that image. After dinner that night I went to my room and I was haunted by the fact that I almost pleasured myself to the image of my dad jacking off. I was torn between my conscious telling me it was wrong and my body telling me it was right. Then I remembered Jennifer's advice and opened my lap top. I did just as she had instructed and soon I was looking at a page full of daddy daughter stories and confessions. Daring Daddy I laid in my bed reading story after story until I fell asleep. That night I had a dream again. I was sitting in my dad's lap in his chair and he was telling me that my bikini was too small as he took my top off. Once he had it off he told me to stand up then he pulled my bottoms down and crumpled both of them up and threw them over his shoulder towards the garbage. He reached out and wrapped his hands around my hips pulling me onto his lap. As I sat there he told me I was beautiful and that I would always be his princess. As he talked I could feel his bulge growing in his shorts beneath my bare ass. He reached around me with both arms and placed his thick hands on the tops of my thighs. He slowly rubbed back and forth, spreading my legs gradually with every stroke. I started to grind my hips and slide my ass across his bulge before the sound of my own pleasure made me wake up with a gasp. Did I just moan out loud. I thought as I sat up in my bed. I couldn't believe I had dreamed that just now and it was harder still to accept that I wasn't feeling sick to my stomach or really regretting it in any way. It was quite the contrary, I wished I could just lay back and continue the dream. Once I accepted the fact that I wasn't able to return to my dream I got up and went down stairs. On the counter there was an envelope with my name on it. I opened it up and realized that I was so caught up in my dad's lust for my body and my need to see how far he would go that I forgot it was Friday. Inside the card was a note, three hundred dollar bills and a gift card to Victorias Secret. Krissy, Happy birthday princess. I am so proud of the woman you are becoming and I am sorry I have been so hard on you. Here is some birthday money for you to do with as you please. I wish I could be home and take you shopping but I think you are old enough now to make your own choices. There is also a gift card so you can get yourself a new swimsuit. We can celebrate more tomorrow when I am off work for the weekend. Have fun and don't worry about your grouchy old dad telling you what you can buy. Happy 18th Birthday princess! Love Dad. As I tucked the card back into the envelope I caught a glimpse of a streak on the sliding glass door. My thoughts instantly shifted to my dad stroking himself aggressively at the window. I could feel myself tingle and start to get wet. I walked back up the stairs, grabbed my lap top and took it to my dad's bed. I laid down on top of his soft comforter and opened the browser to the stories I had spent all night reading. One title stood out to me and I clicked on it instantly. It was called "Daddy's Cock." It was a story about a girl who would always see her dad walking around the house naked. One night she walked into her dad's room and her life changed forever. "When I walked through the door to tell my daddy goodnight I was shocked to find him sitting on his bed stroking his cock. He didn't notice me at first and by the time he did I had made it to the other side of his bed. I could see over his shoulder that he was watching a video of a girl my age that looked almost exactly like me. When he turned around and saw me he froze and said nothing. I just looked at him there with his cock in his hand, my gaze lowered and stared straight at his swollen cock. "I am sorry baby, you shouldn't be seeing this." He said as he finally spoke. "It is ok daddy, I see you naked all the time. Can I watch you?" I replied. "Umm, do you really want to baby? It's not something you are supposed to see." "Yes daddy I like looking at it. I have never seen it be that big before. Does that mean you think that girl on your computer is sexy?" He blushed as he fumbled to reply. "Yes baby I do think that girl is sexy and it feels so good to watch her and think about touching her as I rub myself." "She looks just like me daddy, does that mean you think I am sexy." "Well I am not supposed to say this baby but yes I think you are very sexy." "You could touch me while I do what she is doing if you want daddy." "I would like that very much, do you want to lie down next to daddy and touch your pussy like she is sweetheart?" When I read that part I lost control. Something about the girl telling her dad that she liked looking at his cock and the dad telling her to touch her pussy for him drove me wild. Just the words cock and pussy were making me wet but the fact that it was the dad's cock and the daughter's pussy forced me to touch myself. I threw the laptop aside and rolled over onto my hands as they reached into my panties and between my legs. My face was buried in my daddy's pillow and his smell filled my nose. I quickly pulled my clothes off and started rubbing my pussy. MMMMMM Pussy, cock, daddy's cock, the words echoed through my head repeatedly until I heard myself say them out loud. I loved the way it sounded and the smell of my daddy's body on the bed where he stroked his cock thinking about his daughters pussy was making me so wet. I grabbed the pillow and forced it under me between my legs. I rubbed my pussy up and down the pillow humping it, knowing that my daddy's face was on it only a few hours ago and would be on it again later that night. MMMMM, Daddy's cock, I said out loud to myself as I closed my eyes and pictured his massive cock in my head while I fucked his pillow until I came so hard that I couldn't breathe. When I regained my composure I felt fantastic and I wasn't regretting or second guessing anything. It felt so natural and I felt liberated. I didn't shame myself in my head or rationalize anything, I enjoyed myself very much and I felt free for once. I stood up and my knees almost buckled under me, my legs were trembling as I fixed the bed. Tossing the pillow back into place I noticed the wet spot left behind by my juices. I positioned the pillow so that when my dad laid down it would be directly in front of his face. The thought of him falling asleep smelling my pussy almost made me touch myself again. I had money burning a hole in my pocket and a mission in mind so I forced myself into the shower but not before telling Jennifer it was time to go shopping. When I stepped out of the shower I heard the door close downstairs. Jennifer had been on her way already and let herself in. "Hey birthday bitch!" She yelled as she came up the stairs. "I'm just getting out of the shower bitch, you will have to wait for me to get ready speedy Gonzales." "Hurry up and stop playing with yourself slut." She yelled back. I was brushing my hair in the mirror when suddenly I heard Jen cracking up in my room. "What is so funny?" I said with a hair tie pinched between my teeth. "Daddy's Cock... You could touch me while I do what she is doing if you want daddy. You really were in there playing with yourself weren't you? I knew you were a slut." My face turned bright red in the mirror, I had left the laptop sitting on my bed in the middle of the story that just made me rub my dad's pillow all over my pussy. "Stop being a nosey bitch, you are the one that told me to read that." "Oh this is a good one, I would be playing with myself reading this one too." "I wasn't playing with myself dork, but I am pretty sure you are." I yelled back through the door. "I wish I had a dad like that, lucky bitch!" I laughed as I thought of how lucky I was. Though I didn't know if my dad would handle me watching him jack off the way the dad in the story did. For a moment I imagined what it would be like if I walked in on my dad jacking off, but he wouldn't be looking at other girls, he would be thinking of me and my body as he stroked his cock. So maybe I was luckier in a way. Jennifer had gotten quiet and that was unlike her. I quickly opened the bathroom door and peeked out, she pulled her hand out of her pants but not fast enough. "Oh my god Jen you horny bitch, don't do that on my bed, take that into my dad's room if you really need to play with yourself." I said as I closed the door and went back to getting ready. When I was finished I opened the door to an empty room. Jen and my computer were gone. I didn't think she would actually take me up on it. The thought of her in my dad's bed touching her pussy to the same story that just sent me over the edge excited me and made me feel more validated in my new desire. I snuck into the hall and peeked around the corner to my dad's room. Jen was lying in his bed with her pants around her ankles. She was on her back with her knees in the air and legs spread wide. Her head was inches away from the spot where I had just fucked the pillow. She was rubbing her pussy with something, it looked like... oh my god it was my panties from under my dad's bed. That nosy bitch checked the stash spot just like I had and now she was rubbing her wetness into the panties my dad would use to get off. Part of me was angry and jealous that my dad would be smelling her pussy the next time he grabbed those panties but another part of me loved watching her be so dirty and getting off with my panties. I don't know why but I pulled out my phone and recorded her. After she rubbed herself to climax she shoved the panties down to her hole and fingered herself with the panties wrapped around her finger. She was so slutty, it excited me and made me feel like I should be as bold and dirty as her. When she was done I watched her stash the panties back under the mattress and then I ran back into my bathroom and pretended like I had just finished getting ready. "Ok bitch are you ready yet?" Jen said as she plopped my computer back down on my bed like she hadn't just fucked herself with my panties on my dad's bed. "You feel better now?" I asked nonchalantly. "Not as good as I would feel if your dad was in there with me." "Let's go you horny bitch." I said as I pushed her out my door. "So where are we going and how much stuff are you going to have to hide at my house?" Jen said as she backed out of the driveway. "To the mall and none. My dad said that since I am 18 he thinks I should be able to buy what I want." The whole time we were shopping the only thing on my mind was finding ways to expose myself to my dad as much as possible. I bought the lowest cut, tightest and skimpiest things I could find. Jennifer accused me of planning to become a stripper and a hooker more and more with each item I bought. The whole ride home Jennifer was grilling me about all of the skimpy things I had bought. We pulled into the driveway I gave her a hug, thanked her and got out of the car with my bags full of slutty clothes. After I was done admiring my new clothes and putting them away I got a text from my dad saying that he was coming home early for my birthday. A tingle shot through my body, a plan quickly started to formulate in my head. I didn't reply and quickly put on my swimsuit. It was a sheer white g-string with a see through mesh type fabric. I ran downstairs and set up my towel outside just like I did the last time. This time I wanted to take it a step further. I set my laptop on the kitchen table so that the recording camera would have a perfect view of the door where I had hoped my daddy would stand and stroke his cock. I pulled the blinds closed but left a slight crack in them so he would be able to see me lying right outside the door. I laid down on my back with my knees in the air and legs spread wide facing the door. Hopefully my dad would be brave enough to give me a repeat performance if I had a book blocking my face as I laid there reading. I left my phone on the kitchen counter with the notification light flashing to make him think that I wasn't expecting him home for a couple more hours. I finally heard his truck pull into the driveway. After a few minutes had passed and I hadn't heard the door open I assumed he was standing on the other side of the blinds watching. I reached my right hand down between my legs and pulled the fabric covering my pussy to the side and slowly started rubbing my clit like I was reading a dirty story. I couldn't believe how wet I was and the thought of my daddy watching me touch my pussy was making me even wetter. As I laid there I imagined my dad's eyes locked onto my hand as it massaged my clit and his big thick cock being stroked by his manly hand. I had to force myself to rub slowly so I wouldn't cum too quickly. I wanted to make sure he had enough time to finish and clean it up. When the image of his cum squirting out and dripping down the blinds flashed through my head I couldn't control my hand any more. I rubbed furiously at my clit and my hips started to rise off the ground. I came so hard that I almost dropped the book. I laid there for a minute as my heart rate returned to its normal pace. I couldn't be sure that my dad was finished yet but I was so eager to see his face when he saw my new bikini that I took a chance and sat up. He was gone and the blinds were swaying back and forth. I gathered my stuff and walked to the door. When I stepped in the door my dad was nowhere to be seen, the living room was empty too. As I walked back into the kitchen my dad came through the front door like he had just gotten home. "Daddy, is that you?" I said from the kitchen. "Yes princess it's me." He replied. "You are home early today." "Yeah I sent you a text to let you know I was coming home early for your birthday. I guess you didn't see it." "No I was outside tanning in my new swimsuit. Do you wanna see it?" I said back as I walked into the living room. When I rounded the corner into his line of sight his eyes practically bulged out of his head. "Do you like it daddy?" I said as I did a twirl so he could see the tiny string that disappeared between my ass cheeks. He stood silent, I could see his throat struggle to swallow as he tried to force a response. "Yes it's very... nice princess." He said staring at my nipples through the sheer top. My nipples responded by beading up inside the mesh fabric. "Thank you daddy, I love it." I squealed as I lunged to him and wrapped my arms around his thick body. I could feel the bulge in his jeans against my stomach while I pressed my hard nipples into his abs. "You are welcome princess, it looks very good on you." The feeling of his hard cock against my stomach was amazing, the fact that my body turned him on so much made me feel like I was floating. I didn't want to let go but I had to see the video of him getting off to the sight of me touching myself. "I'm going to go take a shower daddy." I said as I let go and stood on the tips of my toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. I turned and swayed my hips as much as I could while walking away to give him a good view of my jiggling ass as I walked away. I grabbed the laptop and ran up the stairs to my room. Sitting on my bed with the door closed I fast forwarded through the first few minutes of the video till I saw my dad walk up to the window. He wasted no time before he pulled his cock out of his jeans, this time it was soft when he started stroking it in his hand. I couldn't believe how long and thick it was flaccid and I found myself biting my lip as I watched it grow. My view was so much better this time, I could almost see every detail of his long stiffening shaft as his hand ran up and down its length. Then suddenly his hand started stroking faster and his cock swelled to its full size. I figured that was the point where I started to touch myself. I can't explain how exciting it was sitting in my room watching my dad jack off on my computer, I felt so naughty and dirty and I loved it. I could see that he was about to cum because he was stroking as hard and as fast as his arm would go, then his other arm reached up and he cupped his hand right in front of his massive cock just as he shot his load. He squirted the entire thing in his hand. I don't know why but seeing him standing there milking his cock into his hand was amazing. I set the video to playback a loop of him filling his hand with his thick white cum and rubbed my pussy as I watched it over and over again until I had the best orgasm I have ever experienced. After getting out of the shower I put on some tiny grey shorts that left the bottom of my ass cheeks exposed and a thin white t-shirt that fit so tightly around my boobs you could see the outline of my nipples even when they weren't hard. When I got downstairs my dad was in the kitchen making my birthday dinner. He must have taken a shower too because he had changed and was only wearing shorts. "I'm done daddy, that smells delicious." "It will just be a few more minutes princess. So what do you have planned for tonight?" "Well I don't really feel like going out so I thought maybe we could just watch a movie and hang out on the couch." Most girls go out and get a bit crazy and have fun on their 18th birthday but I couldn't get enough of exposing myself to my dad's eager eyes and I couldn't think of doing anything but that. "You really want to spend your 18th birthday hanging out with your boring old dad princess?" "Of course I do daddy and you are not boring." "Are you calling me old?" He yelled, pretending to be offended. "Dad you are 45, that's like 5 years past old." I said laughing. "Well I am glad I get to spend your birthday with you. A lot of girls get in trouble on their 18th and I am glad I won't have to stress about that." "Yeah well at least I don't have to worry about not being able to sit down for days any more from getting in trouble." "Uhh, just because you are 18 doesn't mean that the rules of the house don't apply to you anymore. They may relax a little but you still have a curfew and the punishment will remain the same." "Ok daddy." I said with a mixture of disappointment and excitement. Though I didn't like the days worth of pain, the thought of my dad's hands on my body in any form made my heart race. "Well I had a long day daddy and I am far too tired to be out all night getting in trouble. I thought it would be nice to have a mellow night on the couch and watch a movie with my old dad." I said, giving him one more jab. After dinner we both plopped down in the living room. My dad in his chair while I lay stretched out on the couch. When he wasn't looking I made sure to roll up the waist of my already tiny shorts. They now were snugged up tightly in the crotch and since I wasn't wearing any panties you could see almost every detail of my pussy as the thin fabric stretched around every little curve. Laying on my back with my head up on the arm of the couch I could see my dad out of the corner of my eye and it wasn't long before I caught him stealing glances at my legs and pussy mound that rose up slightly from my stomach. As the movie went on I caught him looking at me more and more, especially during the funny parts when I would laugh and my braless breasts would jiggle inside the thin shirt. I figured his cock was hard but I couldn't see it and I really wanted to. I began to think of ways to make that happen when all of the sudden the movie gave me an idea. The girl in the movie was getting a foot rub from a guy and he was using the opportunity to stare at her body. "Now that is what I need." I said, seeing if my dad would take the bait. "What's that princess?" "A good foot massage, walking around the mall shopping all day has really done a number on my poor feet." "I think I could give you a birthday foot rub." My dad said as he sat up in his chair trying to adjust himself slyly. He stood up and walked over to the couch. Once again his effort to hide his thick cock had failed, though it was not fully hard I could still clearly see it tucked into the waist band of his shorts. When he got to the couch he tapped my feet, telling me to move them so he could sit. I responded by bending my knees and spreading my legs just enough so he could get a good peek at what my pussy looked like in the tight shorts. He was looking so hard he almost sat on the arm of the couch as he plopped down. Daring Daddy Before I could get my feet on his lap and try to accidently bump my foot into his cock he quickly placed a fluffy couch pillow on top of his legs. When I stretched my legs back out and put my feet on the pillow my left foot fell off because the pillow was over stuffed and my foot just slid off. There was only room for one at a time. I quickly realized that this worked in my favor as I had to keep one on the floor and it caused my legs to spread a little. My dad noticed instantly and I could see him fighting the urge to stare. I was so excited that he was sitting so close to my pussy that I could feel myself instantly start to get wet and I couldn't even feel his strong hands massaging my feet. It wouldn't be long before I would have an obvious wet spot between my legs and there is no way that he wouldn't see it. The thought excited me more and more. I could tell that my dad wanted to look at me but was nervous that I would catch him. So I forced out a yawn. "That feels so good daddy, it's about to put me to sleep before the movie is over." I pretended to nod off a few times then took the foot he was rubbing and put it up on the back of the couch by his head to make room for the other one on the pillow. "This one is really sore." I said tiredly. My legs were now wide open with one up in the air and I could feel the wet spot in my shorts get cold as the air hit it. I know he could see it now, and probably smell how horny I was. I wasted no time making him think it was safe to look as I pretended to fall deep into sleep, letting my leg go fully limp on the pillow. He could feel it relax and he glanced up to see if my eyes were still open. I could see him through the eyelashes of my squinting eyes. He continued rubbing for a minute, still obviously nervous about being caught looking at his daughter's body. I could see him steal a look and then force himself look back at the TV. I started breathing slowly and deeply like one does when they are fully asleep to try and make him feel safer and it wasn't long before he became brave enough to turn his attention to my body fully. His eyes stared at me like a predator stalking its prey. Looking up and down my body and stopping at the growing wet spot between my legs. Then he once again surprised me by tickling my foot to test just how deeply I was sleeping. It took every ounce of will power I had to not flinch, laugh or yank my foot away from him. After seeing me fail to respond he pinched a toe firmly between his thumb and finger, then again even harder. He pinched it so hard it almost brought a tear to my eye. I couldn't believe how hard he pinched it and when he saw no response a devilish grin appeared on his face and his eyes took on a quality that I could only describe as devious and hungry. It was almost creepy but I had never seen that expression on my dad's face before and it was very arousing to imagine the thoughts that elicited such an expression. Then my dad lifted my foot off the pillow and tossed it on the floor, maneuvered his swollen cock out of the leg of his shorts and set my foot back down in his lap. His right hand massaged his cock slowly as his left hand started to slide slowly up my shin to my knee and then up the inside of my thigh. He ran his finger tips up and down on the inside of my thigh, stopping inches away from my aching pussy. I had never been touched like that before and it sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach. It tickled so much that it made me want to pee my pants but my convictions held firm and I lied motionless beneath his touch. I couldn't have imagined how good it would feel to have my dad's hands explore my body like this. They were rough and strong but somehow felt soft and I could feel the heat radiating through my skin. Until this point I hadn't really thought about my dad touching my pussy but my desire to see the lengths he would go to get off admiring my body had evolved into a need to feel him touch me, to feel his body against mine. I found myself trying to will his hand to reach further and sneak beneath my shorts and touch my soaking wet pussy but he wouldn't cross the imaginary line he had obviously drawn in his mind. Then out of nowhere he leaned over towards me and put his face as close to my pussy as he could. He inhaled deeply through his nose and let out a growling moan. I could feel his massaging change quickly to an aggressive stroking of his cock. Then with his face hovering inches above my pussy I felt a hot wet sensation on my toes. Oh my god, I thought to myself. He just came on my foot. It was so hot and I could feel it running slowly down my foot. I closed my eyes tightly and got lost in the thought of his cum on my body. I almost came feeling it tickle my foot as it dripped down slowly. My dad lifting my foot and standing up brought me quickly back to my senses. I again peeked through my lashes and watched him walk past with his enormous cock sticking straight out in his shorts. He was so hard it didn't even sway as he walked. He returned with a towel and cleaned off my foot gently. When he was sure that everything appeared normal he nudged me awake and told me to go up to bed. "I told you I was tired, I didn't even know I had fallen asleep. Goodnight daddy." I said as I walked up the stairs to my room. I of course went straight into my room and rubbed my pussy. This time I wasn't thinking about how hot it was that my dad got off looking at my body, now my thoughts were of him touching me and what it would feel like to have that huge cock inside me. The thought of his thick hands between my legs made my body tremble and before I knew it I was coming. The next morning I woke up excited that I had the whole weekend to spend with my dad. When I got down stairs my dad was in the back yard doing yard work. I quickly ran back up to my room and put on my tiny white bikini. "Good morning princess." My dad said as I walked out the door. "Good morning daddy. It's such a nice day to get some sun, will you rub some lotion on me so I don't burn?" "Sure princess, just let me wash my hands. I will be right back." He said as he went inside. I quickly laid out my towel and got myself into position on my stomach. I made sure to spread my legs wide and pull my bikini bottom up tightly until I felt the small triangle of fabric slide up between my pussy lips. When my dad came back out I asked him to make sure and get my butt because it was not accustomed to the sun. He agreed that it was a good idea and suggested that maybe he should even apply a second coat. He started putting the lotion on at my feet first, spreading it quickly on my skin. I noticed that he rubbed more slowly and thoroughly as he got higher up on my legs and by the time he got to my thighs he was pretty much giving me a massage. I know he could see my pussy lips swallowing the mesh material and I wondered what he was thinking. Did he have thoughts like I did last night? Did he think about what my wet pussy would feel like wrapping around his fingers or cock? I was so caught up in thought that I almost didn't notice that he skipped over the tops of my thighs and was spreading the lotion on the outside of my ass cheeks. Once again it was like there was an imaginary line that he would not cross. It drove me crazy. Why won't he touch me anywhere near my pussy? What could be his reason? He was clearly ok with smelling and looking at my pussy and the video was evidence that he liked looking at it. Why won't he just touch it? I kept thinking to myself. Then he started rubbing lotion on both of my ass cheeks at once. His motion was causing my ass to spread wide and with every stroke I could feel him rubbing harder. His rubbing of lotion had turned into him pretty much grabbing my cheeks and forcing them apart. It began to take on a rhythm that had a long pause when my ass was spread the widest. I could tell he was getting lost in what he was doing and soon he was spreading it so far that it began to hurt and I felt like he might tear me open. At first I didn't like the pain but as I got used to it my pussy started dripping with juices. But then he got a little too carried away and I was convinced his next stroke was going to stretch my skin until it tore. "Can you untie my top daddy, I really hate tan lines." I said quickly to bring him back to reality. "Oh, um, yeah sure princess." He replied as if he had just woken from a dream. I couldn't believe how easy it was for him to get lost in touching me. Maybe that was why he refused to come close to my pussy. Maybe he knew that he might get carried away and lose control of himself. The realization scared me but I kept telling myself that my dad would surely never do anything to hurt me. Despite my reassuring thoughts a part of me was still fearful of what he might do if he ever did cross that line. He untied my top and let the strings fall to my side then finished rubbing the lotion on my back. He seemed to be rushing as he finished, like he realized that he had gotten carried away and needed to put some distance between his devious hands and my body. "You know princess it is ok if you lay out without your swimming suit on."He said out of the blue. "You mean naked?" I asked, surprised at what I had just heard. "It is just us and no one can see you back here. It is not like I have never seen you naked and you are my daughter so there is no need to be shy." He said as he stood up and went back to the work he was doing. "Well that would solve my tan line problem I guess. But I don't know if I could do that in front of you dad, I think I would be too embarrassed." "You definitely don't have anything to be embarrassed of. I just wanted to let you know it was ok with me." With that he went back to raking the yard and I just laid there in silence. He had given me the perfect opportunity to display everything I had to offer but I was not taking advantage. I was still unnerved by the way he had just man handled my ass and almost tore me from hole to hole. Perhaps it was the burning sensation of the stretched skin that would not allow me to move past it, or maybe I was actually really scared of what my dad might be capable of. Either way the feeling dominated my mind for the remainder of my time lying in the sun. After showering off the sweat and sun block I sat on my bed. My head clouded with thoughts of fear, regret and trepidation. My phone buzzed next to me and when I picked it up I was reminded of the looser line. I suddenly remembered the reason I had gotten into this situation. I wanted to see how far my dad would go when driven by the urges brought on by the sight of my body. That realization instantly turned all of my fear into desire. He had gone so far as to almost tearing me in half within minutes of touching and seeing my body up close. A wave rolled through my body, leaving Goosebumps behind as it passed. I could feel my pussy tingle and start to get wet as I realized how far he had just gone. I had to get him to cross the line, no matter what happened I needed to see what my daddy would be driven to do. The next day I decided escalate things by taking my dad up on the offer to lay out completely naked. I got up and with nothing but a robe on I went down stairs. My dad was sitting in his chair watching a baseball game. "Daddy, I am going to get some sun can you help me with the lotion again?" "I'm watching the game princess and it is in extra innings, I really don't want to step away." I was kind of surprised by his response. I thought for sure he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to put his hands on my body. Then I saw the score and it was the 5th inning. I guess he thought I didn't know anything about baseball but I had been watching games with him for years. Then it dawned on me that he was probably trying to avoid a repeat of yesterday when he got so caught up that he hurt me. The thought made my heart race and my pussy tingle. He didn't trust himself enough to touch my body. "That is ok daddy you can just put it on my back right here." I said walking over to him giving him no time to find an excuse not to. I stood next to him, handed him the sun block turned around and dropped my robe. "I won't have to worry about tan lines now, thanks for letting me tan without my suit daddy." I could hear him swallow before he was able to manage a reply. "You are welcome princess." Again he rubbed the lotion on in a rushed fashion and was done within seconds. "There you go princess." He said as he handed me the bottle of lotion. "Thank you daddy." I said as I bent straight over at the waist to pick up my robe, being sure to give him a great shot of my pussy from the back. I turned around and gave him a kiss on his forehead. He had sweat on his brow and the look of a deer in headlights. "Enjoy your game daddy. Oh will you let me know when 30 minutes has passed so I can flip over?"I said as I walked away naked with the robe and lotion in hand. As I sat outside lotioning the rest of my backside I wondered if my dad was inside stroking his cock after seeing me bend over like that. The thought made me want to touch myself but I refrained. I heard the door slide open behind me. "It is time to flip over princess." "Thank you daddy. Can you hand me the lotion please?" I had left the lotion on the table so he would need to come outside and get a closer look at my bare flesh. As he walked to me I flipped over and his eyes instantly locked onto my breasts. I took the lotion from his hands and quickly started rubbing lotion on my chest before he could walk away. "How was the game daddy?" I asked looking him in the face as my hands rubbed my breasts. He was so lost in the sight of me lotioning my body that he did not even notice I was looking at him. I took advantage of the situation and rubbed my nipples, making sure to let them slide between my fingers and pinch them slightly so they would harden in front of his eyes. "It was good. It came down to the last out and inside the park homerun." He said staring at my hands massaging my boobs. I could see in his face that he wanted to retreat to the house so I quickly made some small talk to keep him from leaving. "What is an inside the park homerun daddy?" He started explaining it to me and I started rubbing down my stomach. His eyes followed my hands and as I got closer to my pussy he started to fumble his words more and more. Then I got to my bikini line and he could barely manage to string his words together. I spread my legs slightly and rubbed the lotion on the side of my pussy lips. His eyes were wide open and he didn't blink once. My pussy started to fill with juices as my hands rubbed up and down my lips. I looked down at his crotch and I could see his cock bulging in his shorts. Then his hand slid into his pocket and I watched as he grabbed his cock and pulled it to the side. The sight made my hands forget that they were rubbing lotion and they began to wander across my clit. I could see his hand start to massage his cock slightly inside his shorts. My hands were completely on auto pilot at this point as my gaze switched back and forth from his face staring down at my pussy to his hand rubbing his cock through his pocket. Then I saw his stroking intensify drastically, causing me to look up at his face. He had a crazy look in his eye. It was like a combination of lust and amazement. At that moment I realized that I too had gotten carried away and was full on rubbing my clit as he watched. He had stopped talking about baseball and we were both silent as we watched each other get off. I told myself to stop but my hands refused to follow my orders. They started rubbing more furiously as if they had been given some sort of permission to give my pussy an orgasm. I thought for sure that he would leave or say something once it was obvious that I was pleasuring myself in front of him but he didn't. As I looked at his hand stroking his cock I could feel my orgasm building. My hand was rubbing up and down on my clit while the other held my lips spread wide. My legs started to tense up and shake as my ass lifted off the ground. My eyes started to roll back into my head but I forced them to watch my daddy's face as he watched his little girl cum. The look on his face was amazing, he licked his lips as my fingers rubbed my pussy and my hips raised off the ground as if I were fucking my hand. I moaned out loud as the waves crashed through my body. When I looked back down he had his cock pulled out of his shorts and was stroking it like he had in the video, long fast strokes up and down the whole length of his thick shaft. I quickly moved my hand from my clit, lifted my legs in the air and slid two fingers inside my pussy. I slid my fingers in and out slowly, fucking it for him. It was so wet that it made a splashing sound every time my fingers slid in and out of my hole. I wanted more than anything for him to look me in the eyes as he came but his eyes would only look at my hands as they slid into my wet pussy. Then my dad took a step toward me and pushed his hips out as he stroked. I knew he was about to cum and he wanted to come on me. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and stuck them in my mouth. His eyes followed them until they met mine. When our eyes met they stared deeply at each other as he continued to stroke his cock. I let him watch me glance down at his cock then looked back into his eyes and smiled. A look of relief came over his face then he smiled back at me. I sat up and held my mouth open beneath his cock. He reached down and grabbed a hand full of my hair, pulling my head back gently but firmly. I held my mouth open looking him in the eyes as he stroked his cock. I felt his grip tighten in my hair as he came, shooting most of his load in my mouth. It turned me on so much to feel his cum in my mouth and sliding down my throat as I swallowed it. My dad let go of my hair and looked down at me. He looked at me in a way that I hadn't seen since I was eleven. It was so loving and happy; it made me feel warm and safe and loved. I laid back; keeping my eyes locked on his and slid my hands down my body from my nipples to my pussy. Rubbing both of my lips with my fingers I said. "Will you touch it daddy, please?" My dad kneeled down beside me and put his hand on my raised knee. His hand was still extra warm from being wrapped around his cock. He slid his hand slowly down my thigh, it was so big compared to my leg that he barely had to move it before it was within inches of my aching pussy. I could see him pause as his hand reached his imaginary line. "It's ok daddy, I want you to." I said looking him in the eye and placing my hand on his. I pulled his hand slowly across the line and directed it to my pussy. He looked down at his hand like it was feeling something new for the first time, cautious but curious. He slid his hands slowly down my thigh till his finger touched my lip causing me to moan with pleasure. "It's ok daddy." I said again as I moaned from his touch. His hand moved to the top of my pussy and turned so his fingers were pointing down my slit. He moved his hand down my lips like he was feeling every centimeter. His wide hand forcing my legs further apart as it slid between my thighs. My pussy was covered completely by his hand as he cupped it. He slid his hand up pressing firmly. His index finger bent forward and slid between my lips, finding my wet hole. His finger felt so good between in my slit. He put his other hand on my shoulder, his thumb and index finger wrapping gently around my neck. He held me tightly by the shoulder and looked me in the eye as he slid his finger inside my pussy. Daring Daddy I could feel each knuckle as they slid in and out while rubbing my clit with the meat of his palm. He curled his finger and massaged the inside of my pussy. It felt so good that I could hardly hold still. I could see why he had his other hand holding my firmly down. That must be my G spot. I thought as my body squirmed to his touch. He slid his finger in and out quicker, rubbing my G spot the whole time with his thick finger. My thighs instinctively closed around his hand but it did not slow him down, it only made him fuck me harder with his finger. My body was practically convulsing, my hands reached down and grabbed his arm in an attempt to slow down his hand but he was too strong. I didn't want him to stop but my body was feeling overloaded with pleasure and did everything it could to stop him. It was helpless against his strength no matter what it tried. I was moaning uncontrollably and I know it was loud but I didn't care. He applied more pressure to my shoulder and wrapped his hand around my neck firmly as I felt a second finger push into my pussy. Fucking me with two fingers he began to slide in and out so fast my arms and legs fell limp as the only thing I could feel was the pleasure inside me. With my obstructions out of his way he leaned in and lowered his elbow between my legs which let him slide in and out of my pussy so fast and hard that I felt like screaming but instead "Oh daddy!" poured repeatedly from my lips. "Oh daddy, Oh daddy, OH DADDY!" Then I felt my body explode with pleasure in waves as a warm fluid gushed from inside me. All I could feel was my daddy's hand wrapped tightly around my neck, his thick fingers inside me and a wet warmth from between my legs. He held his position as my body trembled under him and I tried to catch my breath. Our eyes met and he smiled at me with the smile that made everything in the world disappear. I smiled back, breathing like I had just run the mile in school as he took his hand of my neck. "See daddy it's ok, you can touch me like that any time you want." I said grabbing his hand that still had two fingers inside my pussy. "Are you sure princess?" he asked looking into my eyes. "Yes daddy, I love you." "I love you too princess" He said as he stroked my cheek with his finger and smiled.