2 comments/ 60906 views/ 17 favorites Setting Out to Get Daddy By: fungirl92 She didn't mean to spy. She really didn't. Eighteen year old Kitty Lowell was heading down the hallway to take a shower, wash away the sweat from cheerleading practice that had accumulated. The door to her parents' room was ajar, and Kitty went to walk in, to let her daddy know she'd be in the shower, and as soon as she opened the door, she stopped. "Daddy?" she breathed, her eyes going wide at the sight that greeted her. Her daddy was on the bed, his pants and underwear around his ankle, his hand wrapped around his cock. Kitty was no virgin. She wasn't a slut, but she'd seen a few cocks in her day... and Daddy's dick was ginormous. It was throbbing in his hand, and when Kitty finally tore her gaze up to meet his, her daddy looked panicked, ashamed, a little angry. "Kitty, please knock next time," he said quietly as he took his hand from around his cock and tried to shield himself. Kitty nodded jerkily, walking backwards as she did. "I'm sorry, daddy," she whispered. "I just was going to tell you I was getting in the shower." As she fled to the bathroom, one thought made itself clear in her brain: Daddy's cock had looked delicious. That night, as Kitty got ready for bed in her pajama shorts and tank top, her daddy knocked on her door. "Princess, can i come in?" he said at the jam, even though the door was fully open. She twisted her hair up into a ponytail while nodding her head to accept him in. "Baby, I'm sorry I was so mean earlier today," he apologized as he sat on the foot of her bed. She went to stand in front of him as he continued. "You just weren't supposed to see that, and Daddy was a little embarrassed." For the first time in Kitty's life, she was looking at Daddy differently. Instead of her dad, she was seeing him as a man. And the more she thought about it, the more she saw him as a sexy man. His hair, thankfully all there, was a dark brown color, he worked out regularly to stay in shape - and often took his daughter with him, so his body was almost faultless, his jaw was strong, his eyes were a deep blue... So Kitty's next words were completely heartfelt. "Daddy, you have nothing to be embarrassed about." "Thank you, baby cakes," he said, smiling. He stood up to go, hugging her gently before heading out the door. "Good night, baby." "Night, Daddy," she called back. And before she knew it, Kitty was sleeping. Sleeping and having... a dream? ... about Daddy... He was in his room, just like he had been earlier that evening, with his hand wrapped around his magnificent daddy dick, pounding it hard, his face purely blissful, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Mmmmm, yeah, Kitty, work my cock," he'd breathe out. Kitty was standing in the doorway, her hands in her panties, wearing nothing else, her bottom lip between her teeth as she rubbed her little clit, small whimpers climbing their way out of her throat. Daddy looked up at her then, and this time, instead of being ashamed or scared or mad, all she saw in Daddy's eyes was love. "Baby," he'd call out, "Come help Daddy." She'd show no hesitation as she sauntered over to his bed, dropping to her knees, and taking his delicious dick into her little mouth. Kitty was awakened by someone shaking her shoulders. "Kitty, baby, wake up! What's wrong, precious?" Her father was looming over her as her eyes blinked open. "Daddy?" she questioned, attempting to sit up, but then realized that underneath the covers, her hands were in her panties. Her very wet panties. And before she had been rudely awakened, her lips had been wrapped around Daddy's cock. "W-what are you doing in here?" she stuttered. "You were calling my name out, sweetheart," he breathed, smoothing back the hair that had come loose from her ponytail. "I thought maybe you had had a nightmare." Kitty blinked some more, clearing up the sensual fog that was still impairing her. "I guess it was, Daddy," she said, "I just don't remember it now. I'm okay now, though." Her daddy frowned at her. "Are you sure, princess?" She nodded bravely. "Of course, Daddy. Go back to bed." He kissed her on her forehead. "Sleep better, pumpkin." As her dad walked out, she realized he hadn't been wearing anything but his boxers... and his butt looked good enough to bite. Kitty finally admitted that she wanted her daddy. She wanted him bad. Setting Out to Get Daddy Ch. 02 Ever since that first daddy wet dream Kitty had had, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about Daddy's cock. Or his butt. Or his shoulders. Or any part of him. She was becoming obsessed. She'd be leaning over the sink as he'd be going to put his dishes in the sink, she'd see his hands, his long, lean fingers - can you even describe fingers as lean?? She didn't know what else to think about them in her mind - his not overly hairy arms... she'd think about what it'd be like to have those arms crushing her body to his chest, her nipples rubbing against his chest, his erection hot on her belly between them... And she'd drop the plate she was holding. Her daddy would ask if she was okay, she'd always say yes, and then go about her business. Or she'd be sitting down watching TV and see his car pull up in the driveway through their living room window, and as he would walk around to the side of the car and lean in to pull out his briefcase - Daddy was a lawyer - she'd stare at the tight curves of his ass in his slacks and lick her lips, imagining herself biting one of the cheeks. And then, in her fantasy, he'd turn her around, bend her over in the same position, and- then the front door would open and her father's voice would ring out "I'm home!" Fantasies crowded her brain. She couldn't run from them, she couldn't go anywhere in her house that there wasn't a deliciously erotic vision waiting for her. She would walk into the kitchen, imagine her daddy eating her out for breakfast on the table, and find herself absentmindedly stroking her breast. She found herself hungering for any sort of contact with her daddy - a brush of the fingers as she passed the salt. His scent in her nose as she leaned around him to pick up his dish to put in the dishwasher. She had to stop herself from licking his neck when she did that - he just smelled so damn good. One day, she was passing her parent's bedroom again - she was always hoping for a glimpse of what she had seen - and the door was open. She found herself walking in, going to his side of the bed and as she bent over it, to smell his pillows, a crazy urge took over. She couldn't stop herself. Even if she had wanted to. She turned to sit on the bed and laid herself out, twisting her body to get under the covers. Safely hidden under the covers, one of Kitty's hands slid under her t-shirt, moved under her bra to stroke her nipple. Kitty bit the side of her lip to stifle her moan as a bolt of arousal slide down to her pussy, which was already dampening at the smell of her father on his sheets. This was the bed she had caught him touching himself on. And now she was touching herself on it... The thought gave her the impetus to shove off her shorts that she had been wearing, and her panties went down with them. Kitty spread her legs, closed her eyes, and while one hand continued to squeeze and roll her nipple between her fingers, her other hand went down to part her wet pussy lips. A soft sigh escaped her as she slid one finger down to circle her opening, her hips squirming. When her daddy went to sleep tonight, Kitty thought to herself as she teased herself, not slipping her finger inside just yet, just rubbing around the outer rim, he'd be laying in the spot where she had come on his bed. And though he might not be able to smell it, or sense it, or feel it, she would know it had happened and the thought brought a cry to her lips. She was so far gone she didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. She did, however, hear her father when he called out "Kitty, your mother's gone on business for the weekend! It's just us for dinner. What do you want, princess?" Kitty froze, staring at the partially opened door, her panties and shorts still around her ankles, her legs spread wantonly - luckily she was still under the blanket. The door swung open before she could pull up her clothes or otherwise remove her hands from her bodies. "Princess?" her daddy questioned from the door. Setting Out to Get Daddy Ch. 03 Kitty laid frozen in his bed as her daddy looked her over. He had stepped into the room, still with a smile, with a curious tilt. "What do you think you're doing, Kitty?" he queried, reaching for the blanket in an attempt to pull it down. Kitty gripped the blanket tighter, hoping the absolute terror she was feeling didn't show in her gaze that was locked with his. "I-I... I don't feel good, Daddy," she stammered, hoping Daddy would see her flushed face as a fever, and not of the sexual kind. Her father immediately frowned, taking his hand away from the blanket to reach for her forehead. "You do feel warm, princess," he responded, his frown becoming more pronounced as he felt her heat. "Let me go make you some soup." Relief swept through the 18 year old's body almost as fast as the sharp lance of desire did when her father touched her skin. "Okay, Daddy. I think I'll go to my bed, though. I'm sorry I came to yours." Daddy bent to press a kiss to her forehead. Kitty closed her eyes, savoring the feeling, managing to bite back a whimper. "Stay wherever you want, baby." He straightened, gave her a smile, and set off to start on the soup. As soon as she heard his footsteps on the stairs, Kitty quickly righted her clothing, jumped out of his bed, and raced across the hall to throw herself under her own covers. As the evening dragged on, slowly, as she had confined herself to bed with nothing to do, her father's words floated back to her. 'Kitty, your mother's gone on business for the weekend.' And as the words floated through her head, so did the tantalizing idea of maybe, quite possibly... seducing her father. Kitty shook her head, like, physically, hoping to clear away the idea mentally. It was illegal. Or something like that. And it was wrong, He was her daddy. It didn't matter how tight his ass was, or how lickable his chest was, or how huge his - NO. Kitty slammed the mental door shut on that idea, as soon as her father walked into her room with her soup and her laptop. "I figured you'd be bored," he explained, leaning over her to set her computer on the other side of her, while placing the warm bowl of soup into her hands. "Holler if you need anything else, baby." "Yes daddy," she gratefully responded, licking her lips as she watched his ass as he walked out. Later that night, after her daddy had gone to sleep and Kitty was attempting to sleep, she revisited the idea of sleeping with her dad while her mother was away... She thought about it so much that one of her hands was already in her panties, sliding between her wet lips. She remembered this afternoon, and the fear of being caught fingering herself in his bed. She wondered if he could smell her on the sheets... if maybe it was making him hard. She wondered if this afternoon might have gone differently... Because while she had been filled with fear, the fear of being humiliated, scolded, rejected, there was also the desire to see what he would do if he saw her naked body, see how all grown up his baby girl was. If he had pulled down the blanket, seen her shirt pulled up above her breasts. Her nipples had been so hard, so begging to be sucked. Would his eyes have traveled down her body, over her cheerleader's body down to where her hand was still knuckles deep in her pussy? What would he have said? What would he have done? In her fantasy, he would have let his hand trace down her stomach, taut with need, til it reached where her hand was shoved in her cunt. "Does my baby girl need help?" he'd ask. Kitty didn't know where she wanted it to go from there. Should she immediately go for what she wanted? That being, his dick in any of her holes? Or would Daddy want to take charge? Kitty was delirious with need. During her musings, she hadn't realized that she had stood up or walked to her door or even that she had opened it and stepped out into the hallway, lit only by moonlight, that seemed to be showing a spotlight right on her father's bedroom door. She was, however, fully cognizant of striding across that hall, carefully turning the door knob, and slowly pushing the door open, peeking around the door as it moved. She knew she should stop; but she didn't. Not only because she didn't really want to, but because she couldn't. This need, this thirst, this hunger, this compulsion - it drove her. Reason was no longer controlling Kitty. Her father was laying on his side, close to one edge of the bed facing the inside. As per his usual sleeping style, he was only wearing his boxers from what Kitty could tell, seeing as how only his top half was left uncovered from the blankets. Kitty was startled, almost startled enough to squeal, when her father suddenly mumbled something and shifted onto his back. Her eyes went straight to his lap, where even the thin sheet that was covering him could not hide the lump of his erection. And that sealed Kitty's fate. She climbed onto the bed cautiously, with a plan forming in her mind. She'd start the seduction soft, while he was sleeping, so he would maybe think it was just a very pleasant dream. When he woke up, hopefully, he'd be as lost in desire as she was. She sat on her knees before her father, close to his hips, and reached for the bottom of her sleep t-shirt, quickly throwing it off the bed. Her next move was to slowly, so slowly, slide the sheet down his legs. He had forgone the boxers tonight - for which Kitty couldn't be more grateful, as it had given her immediate access to the tool that had been her acute obsession. She didn't even stop to think about her next action - Kitty leaned over and wrapped her mouth around the head of her daddy's hard delicious-looking cock - and delicious it proved to be. Her father's legs shifted at first contact, and Kitty slowly wrapped one of her hands around the base of his shaft, holding his cock upright, and with her lips still wrapped around the head, started rolling them down his cock, stuffing her mouth with his delicious daddy dick. The naughtiness, the wrongness, the craziness of the situation hit Kitty where it counted - in her wet cunt. She was getting so wet, so turned on, by being so dirty. Daddy moaned in his sleep, his hips lifting slightly off the bed, pushing more of his cock into his daughter's mouth without realizing it. Kitty gobbled it up willingly, eagerly. She wanted him down her throat, fucking her mouth like he owned it. She moved her tongue up and down the part of his cock she could reach, while squeezing the base rhythmically with her hand. Her other hand smoothed down her stomach and straight into her panties, where she teased herself, spreading her lips with her fingers and just rubbing gently around her fuck hole. It was so empty it was weeping. She slid her mouth back up his cock, rolled her tongue around the head to catch the drop of precum and slowly licked down his cock to play with his balls, putting one in her mouth at a time. She moved her head back up and was about to dive for his cock again when she felt his body stiffen - and not the good kind of stiffen. Slowly, Kitty raised her eyes up her father's hard body to meet his gaze, his head raised, an arrested look on his face, his hands clenched in the sheets around him. "Kitty?" he whispered uncertainly, uncurling one of his hands and reaching to touch her head. When he felt her hair beneath his fingers, he swore violently. He sat up straight and pushed her away, on the other side of the bed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Katherine?" Kitty was alarmed. She didn't think her father'd react like this - she thought he'd be so gone he'd want her to finish him. It had been so long since her father had used her full name, she could only blink and stare up at him in horror. He didn't wait for an answer. He slid off the bed, wrapping the sheet around his body and went to stand against the wall. He repeated his question, louder, angrier. Though fearful of his reaction, Kitty couldn't stop herself this time from answering his question, and honestly. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy." "That is quite obvious, Katherine. But you should know better than this. I am your father. It's wrong in many different ways. Is this what I've taught you? How your mother and I have raised you? To behave like a slut to your own father?" Kitty was about to back down, but she had heard the tremor in her father's voice. She had seen his eyes trace her nipples lovingly before jerking back up to glare into hers. She had also noticed that the sheet he had wrapped around his waist was still tented. And she was so desperate, SO desperate, that she was willing to go that extra mile for the seduction. She sat back on her ass, spreading her legs across his bed, leaning back on her hands, giving him a good glance of her mostly nude body. Next, her gaze directly on his, she licked her lips as she slid the hand that had retreated from her panties when he awakened back into her panties. His eyes, a fire burning brighter in them, widened slightly - she could see it was a real effort for him not to look down. "I'm sorry if I've offended you, Daddy," she said in her princess voice that always got her what she wanted with Daddy. "I can't really think at all anymore because I want your cock so bad." Daddy inhaled sharply, his hands clenching more around the sheet he was holding. "Stop this at once," he hissed. Kitty drew her legs together, making him think that he had won, and he started to relax against the wall - until she started wiggling her panties off her legs, her real intention. She threw her wet panties at him and he caught it reactively. "Smell what you do to me, daddy," she crooned, slipping her fingers back to where they were as her legs went wide again. "Ever since I saw you beating that hard cock of yours -" his eyes closed on the memory, probably knowing that this never would have happened if she hadn't seen that glimpse... wouldn't be this cock-hungry for his... "-I get wet anytime you're around me." The forceful route hadn't worked on her. So instead, he tried the pleading route. "Please, baby... Please don't do this." She grinned wickedly. "Can't resist your baby girl, Daddy? This tight, young pussy is yours to plow, if you'll just take it... Daddy, be dirty with me." Her father capitulated way too easily - he would later be able to admit that. But after her little plea, followed by the moan she gave as she rubbed her finger around her little clit, was the impetus Daddy needed. He shoved from the wall, the sheet dropping to the floor, and came toward her. She quickly met him as he reached the bed - they shared their first non-father-daughter kiss. Tongues dueled as her soft, feminine body came up against his hard body. Her nipples rasped against his chest, tightening them even more, if that was even possible. His hands snaked down to her ass, cupping it and pulling her closer as he tore his mouth from hers. "So you want to be a slut, baby? You want to be daddy's little cock whore?" he sneered the words as one of his hands dipped under her ass to stroke her from behind. She let out a long moan before answering, "No, Daddy, I don't want to be your slut. I NEED to be your slut." Her father growled at the words before pushing her back on the bed. She landed on her back, but before she could take another breath, he was on top of her. "Then Daddy's going to treat you like a slut." With no other words than that, no other preparation, no other strokes or caresses, Kitty's dad pushed her thighs wide, opened her center with his fingers, and shoved himself inside her to the hilt - they both moaned. Loudly. "Oh fuck, Daddy," Kitty screamed. "Oh, fuck you feel so good. Please, daddy, fuck me good. Fuck me so good. Use me like a cumslut." Daddy pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock from her tight sheath, only to shove himself back in, balls deep. "Dirty little whore," he called his daughter. "Pleasing your father like this. Good little girls don't beg their daddies to fuck them." Kitty wrapped her thighs around her father's hips, pushing her pussy up at him. "I'm a naughty girl, Daddy, your naughty girl." She gasped as her father nudged farther inside her, before sliding out and thrusting back in. He then slid out again, and started up a fast, hard rhythm of slamming his hips home. "That's right, baby girl. You're daddy's now, daddy's to command and use." Daddy's hips were a blur as he hammered into his little girl. "I'm going to cum on your face, so you can lick it all up." His little girl groaned, thrusting her hips back up at his, her pussy greedily closing around his cock like a tight glove. "Daddy, I want your cum so badly." His hand slid down to her little button and as soon as his fingers grazed it, she went off like a rocket, screaming and crying into the night. He slowed his thrusts and pulled out completely, her pussy dragging at his cock. He straddled her chest then, closing his hand around his cock as he stroked it hard, furiously, eager for the image of his daughter's face in his cum. She opened her eyes, locked her gaze on his, and licked her lips. It's what sent him over the edge. With a grunt and a long, drawn-out groan, his cum came gushing out of his cock. The first shot landed right in her open mouth, which she kept open, hoping for more cum. The second shot landed right below her left eye, sliding down to goop into her chest. The third shot into her hair, and the last many shots dribbled all over her chest. She quickly scooped as much of his cum off her as she could and shoved her fingers in her mouth, moaning as she cleaned them off. She looked up, with an innocent little grin, and went "Thanks, Daddy."