Unforgettable Day With My Daddy
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Last week I had snuck into my father's car while he was taking his newest girlfriend out on a date. I did my best at hiding myself in his trunk. I was already small, only a mere 4'11", so it wasn't that hard to fit in his trunk, but it was hard not to scream at that fucking skanky bitch in the passenger's seat.
She doesn't even deserve him, not one little bit! I couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed at this point that she only wanted him for what he had, a huge country ranch in Southern California, his millions of dollars from his investments and company, and of course his enormous cock... well at least that's what I suspected.
Did I not mention that I also snuck in on one of their sex sessions? I guess I know why he likes her.. (she has big tits). She's also twenty-one, making her barely legal, and I'm only sixteen. That still absolutely does not mean that she could be more of a woman than I am. Unless being a "woman" is acting like a fourteen year old fan-girl, acting like a lost lunatic in the woods on a "cold, eerie" night and being infatuated with men, then *ding ding ding*, she's a winner.
Anyways, back to their little "dinner date". They had just left the restaurant; and apparently, they had an aggravating experience in there. They were ranting and laughing about the waiting line, waiters, how long the food took to come out and how cold and how bad it tasted. Not too long after, they were making out. In my head, I was asking, "Aren't you going to take a break and breathe?" Soon enough, they did.
She asked him, "Hey, babe?"
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Do you have any sexual desires?"
"I do. There's this one--"
She interrupted him in a demanding tone, "And-- tell me."
Lisa looked down at his chest while he was searching for her eyes. He then just ignored her wandering eyes.
"Well, um, I'd like you naked for a day. You'd be teasing me by only allowing me to look and not allowing me to touch you until I was done with dinner. Right after you make me a real nice dinner, you'd sneak up into the bedroom and when I walk in, you'd have your legs spread out and on the bed and kind of offer me dessert."
"Lame," she replied while giggling.
He shyly laughed it off, "Aha, yeah."
"I'm ready to go home now."
"Alright, dear."
While we were driving up to her small construction house in a new community in the middle of the desert, I thought to myself, "How? And why does he put up with her? She's demanding, rude, unsupportive; I just don't get it!"
Now, ever since then, I've been planning on fulfilling his ultimate sexual desire. All I needed to figure out was when and how; and I decided to do it today.
The plan was that I pretended to sleep in and get out of bed in my pajamas. Throughout the day, my clothes would start to come off until I'd be completely nude.
It was 10 o'clock in the morning. I got out of bed and skipped into the kitchen in my little pajamas. I had my plan in place and I was ready for the day.
"Good morning, Daddy!"
"Morning, sweetheart," he said, looking up from his newspaper.
"Would you like some coffee?"
"Sure. And some eggs and bacon too, if you can."
"Can do, Daddy!"
I walked over to him, kissed his cheek, then walked over to the fridge. I got out the bacon and eggs. I placed them on the counter and then got my dad a hot mug of coffee. I walked back over to him and placed his coffee on the table. I turned back and started to walk towards the stove.
He turned around and smiled saying, "Hey, why don't you stay for a bit, dear?"
"Alright," I said, as I walked back over to the table.
I took a seat across from him and I looked up to him asking, "Yes, Daddy?"
"I just wanted to talk to my cute, little daughter," reaching over the table to pinch my cheeks.
"I'm sixteen, Daddy."
He soon went back to his seat saying, "I know, I know. You just grew up so fast."
I mumbled to myself, "Maybe because you've been wasting your time paying attention to an ignorant, selfish bitch instead of your own daughter."
"What was that?"
"It was nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Oh, alright."
I got up, walked back over to the stove and I slid off my pajama pants. I threw them off into the living room and my father caught it in the corner of his eye.
"Were those your pants, Alexandria?"
I was pretending not to hear him over the loud noises of the eggs and bacon crackling over the hot stove.
I then walked over with his plate of bacon and eggs. I used one hand to take off my t-shirt. When I got to the table, I bent over and placed the plate right in front of him. He put his newspaper down to the side and looked down at his steaming hot plate.
"Wow, this looks spectacular, dear," he said.
He then looked up to me, but stopped at my chest. He stared at my D-cups.
"Alex?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Alexandria," he said in soft, yet demanding tone.
He then looked into my eyes.
I looked down into his and made my eyes look lost and confused (thanks, YouTube and WikiHow tutorials).
"I really don't!"
"Mmhmm," he said.
He soon looked away and started eating his breakfast. I got up, straightening my back and started to walk away. He watched as my hips swayed from side to side as I was walking. I looked back and noticed that his eyes were on my butt. He looked back down at his breakfast and took a sip of his coffee, acting casual, and I just ignored it, continuing to walk to my bedroom. As I approached my bedroom, I looked back to make sure he wasn't watching me. He wasn't. I ran into my bedroom and I flopped onto my bed.
I kept going on and on to myself about the fact that he noticed me. I wondered if he liked what he saw.
Who am I kidding? I'm a fucking sexy beast! I started giggling about and rolling over on my bed.
About an hour later, I heard my dad's footsteps. He was either coming to my bedroom; or he was coming to my bedroom! I quickly took off my bra and lingered it across my lips. My dad came in and I started to pretend that I was masturbating. I was licking and biting my nipples and he gasped.
I looked up and said, "Hi, Daddy."
"Alexandria! I'm-- I'm so sorry."
He quickly left my room and slammed the door shut. I heard him fall on the door, sliding down against it to the floor, hitting his butt on the wood floors. He banged his head on the door repeatedly and was breathing heavily.
I was practically doing the same thing. I flopped back onto my bed and was breathing heavily, looking down at my breasts and kept playing with them, just rubbing my nipples and breasts slowly though.
I stared at my door, and then I actually thought about if he liked my breasts or not.
I decided to just take a nap for some time. My plan wouldn't be ruined, it was only half past noon.
As I started to fall asleep, I heard my dad walking away and sighing.
I woke up; it was 3:50pm. I decided to take a nice, warm bath since I still had time to myself. I didn't have to cook for about two hours.
I walked into my father's bathroom, since his newer bathtub had some nicer features. There's nothing wrong with my vintage bathtub, it's just I wanted to use his jets today. My dad wanted me to get a new one, but I liked my cute, white French-style bathtub.
I closed the door and started filling up the bathtub. I lit some candles and turned off the lights. I threw in some bath salts and soaps, along with some flower petals from the garden. I relaxed in the bathtub and turned on the jets. I relaxed in there for another hour, until I heard my father calling me.
"Alexandria?"
"I'm in your bathroom, Daddy."
He then knocked on the door asking, "Are you decent?"
"Do bubbles and flower petals count? Just come in.."
He walked in closing his eyes.
"Daddy, open your eyes. There are a lot of bubbles, don't worry."
He then opened his eyes and looked around the room.
"What would you like, Daddy?"
He walked over to me and knelt on the floor, making direct eye-contact with me.
"Well, I was just wondering if you were going to make dinner tonight."
"I am, and I'm making dessert too."
"Oh, really?"
"Mmhmm."
"Ooh, what is it?"
"It's a surprise," I said teasingly, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Aww, come on. Tell me," he said.
He started to tickle me.
"Stop tickling me, Daddy!"
"Alright, alright."
"I'll start cooking at 5:30 and I'll be ready by 7."
"Fancy dinner now, isn't it?"
"I wouldn't say that it's, you know, fancy."
"You're a young woman who's hard to please, Alex."
"Am not!"
"Are too," he replied while cackling.
"Alright, well, maybe sometimes; but It's not bad to have high standards, you know."
"Whatever you want to say dear."
"I will say whatever I want to say," I kind of mumbled and giggled to myself.
"Uh-huh, alright," he said in a sarcastic tone, "I'll be in my bedroom if you need me."
"Okay, Daddy."
He got up and walked to the door. As he turned the knob, he turned back, looked at me and smiled. I smiled back at him. He then slowly walked out, still looking at me. I teased him by blowing a kiss and sticking my tongue out at him.
Not long after, I got out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel from my right. My father had used it earlier and I could tell. It felt like his body was wrapped around me. Even better, it smelled like him too.
And so I went on with my post-bath routine; combing my hair, applying lotion all over my body.. and that was it for today.
I walked out of the bathroom fully undressed. Upon arriving to the kitchen, I put on a special apron that would reveal all my assets. I pranced to my father's bedroom door and knocked on it twice.
"I'm almost done with dinner, Daddy!"
"I'll be out soon, dear."
"Okie dokie."
I pranced back out to the dining room and I started setting the table. I dimmed the lighting, lit some candles, put out all the utensils and got out his favorite bottle of wine.
I heard his footsteps as I opened the oven door. When he arrived, I bent over to get the food out of the oven, and I made sure that he could see my cute, round ass and soft, pink virgin pussy.
I turned around and noticed that he was gawking at my womanhood. He looked away, but I could tell that he was licking his lips.
He sat down at the table and I walked over to the table seductively, standing tall and proud and swaying my hips from side to side. I placed the pot of food and lifted the lid. I fanned the food towards him so that he could get the aroma of the steaming hot food, all for him.
I untied my apron, making it fall to the ground, and I slipped it off my ankles. He tried extremely hard to ignore it, but he was looking at my body from the corner of his eye.
As I poured some wine into his glass, I said, "Enjoy your dinner, Daddy."
I sat across from him and watched as he ate his food. I poured him more wine and occasionally got up to get him a glass of water to help him get rid of all the alcohol.
When he was almost finished, he said, "Thank you for the dinner, darling. I'm almost stuffed, but I would like some of the dessert that you made. Speaking of dessert, where is it?"
"It's waiting for you in your bedroom."
"Oh, alright."
I then excused myself and walked into his bedroom. I turned on a lamp and laid in the middle of the bed, starting to play with my breasts and my ass, rubbing, squeezing and pinching them. I spread my legs out and started to rub my little pussy. I made soft and quiet moans as I started to become wet.
My father started walking up the stairs and into his bedroom. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door. To his surprise, I, his little girl, was completely nude on his bed, dripping my sweet juices all over his sheets. He looked at me, then looked down at my breasts and then my little hands which were over my clitoris and pussy.
"Alexandria?"
I looked up at him and replied to him in a very soft, innocent tone.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Would you mind if," there was a short pause, "...Daddy had a little bit of dessert?"
I smiled at him. He had caught onto my plan, and he liked it. He didn't question anything. He was caught in the moment and he wanted what he saw.
I spread my legs out as wide as I could open them and signaled him with my index finger, telling him to come here.
He climbed into bed and got on top of me. He started kissing my earlobes, down to my neck and my breasts. He raised my arms above my head and pushed his hands on top of mine, sinking them into the mattress. He reached over and turned off the lights.
I was moaning and squirming around, trying to hold in more of my juices. He used his legs and forced my hands even deeperTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
She doesn't even deserve him, not one little bit! I couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed at this point that she only wanted him for what he had, a huge country ranch in Southern California, his millions of dollars from his investments and company, and of course his enormous cock... well at least that's what I suspected.
Did I not mention that I also snuck in on one of their sex sessions? I guess I know why he likes her.. (she has big tits). She's also twenty-one, making her barely legal, and I'm only sixteen. That still absolutely does not mean that she could be more of a woman than I am. Unless being a "woman" is acting like a fourteen year old fan-girl, acting like a lost lunatic in the woods on a "cold, eerie" night and being infatuated with men, then *ding ding ding*, she's a winner.
Anyways, back to their little "dinner date". They had just left the restaurant; and apparently, they had an aggravating experience in there. They were ranting and laughing about the waiting line, waiters, how long the food took to come out and how cold and how bad it tasted. Not too long after, they were making out. In my head, I was asking, "Aren't you going to take a break and breathe?" Soon enough, they did.
She asked him, "Hey, babe?"
"Yes, Lisa?"
"Do you have any sexual desires?"
"I do. There's this one--"
She interrupted him in a demanding tone, "And-- tell me."
Lisa looked down at his chest while he was searching for her eyes. He then just ignored her wandering eyes.
"Well, um, I'd like you naked for a day. You'd be teasing me by only allowing me to look and not allowing me to touch you until I was done with dinner. Right after you make me a real nice dinner, you'd sneak up into the bedroom and when I walk in, you'd have your legs spread out and on the bed and kind of offer me dessert."
"Lame," she replied while giggling.
He shyly laughed it off, "Aha, yeah."
"I'm ready to go home now."
"Alright, dear."
While we were driving up to her small construction house in a new community in the middle of the desert, I thought to myself, "How? And why does he put up with her? She's demanding, rude, unsupportive; I just don't get it!"
Now, ever since then, I've been planning on fulfilling his ultimate sexual desire. All I needed to figure out was when and how; and I decided to do it today.
The plan was that I pretended to sleep in and get out of bed in my pajamas. Throughout the day, my clothes would start to come off until I'd be completely nude.
It was 10 o'clock in the morning. I got out of bed and skipped into the kitchen in my little pajamas. I had my plan in place and I was ready for the day.
"Good morning, Daddy!"
"Morning, sweetheart," he said, looking up from his newspaper.
"Would you like some coffee?"
"Sure. And some eggs and bacon too, if you can."
"Can do, Daddy!"
I walked over to him, kissed his cheek, then walked over to the fridge. I got out the bacon and eggs. I placed them on the counter and then got my dad a hot mug of coffee. I walked back over to him and placed his coffee on the table. I turned back and started to walk towards the stove.
He turned around and smiled saying, "Hey, why don't you stay for a bit, dear?"
"Alright," I said, as I walked back over to the table.
I took a seat across from him and I looked up to him asking, "Yes, Daddy?"
"I just wanted to talk to my cute, little daughter," reaching over the table to pinch my cheeks.
"I'm sixteen, Daddy."
He soon went back to his seat saying, "I know, I know. You just grew up so fast."
I mumbled to myself, "Maybe because you've been wasting your time paying attention to an ignorant, selfish bitch instead of your own daughter."
"What was that?"
"It was nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Oh, alright."
I got up, walked back over to the stove and I slid off my pajama pants. I threw them off into the living room and my father caught it in the corner of his eye.
"Were those your pants, Alexandria?"
I was pretending not to hear him over the loud noises of the eggs and bacon crackling over the hot stove.
I then walked over with his plate of bacon and eggs. I used one hand to take off my t-shirt. When I got to the table, I bent over and placed the plate right in front of him. He put his newspaper down to the side and looked down at his steaming hot plate.
"Wow, this looks spectacular, dear," he said.
He then looked up to me, but stopped at my chest. He stared at my D-cups.
"Alex?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Alexandria," he said in soft, yet demanding tone.
He then looked into my eyes.
I looked down into his and made my eyes look lost and confused (thanks, YouTube and WikiHow tutorials).
"I really don't!"
"Mmhmm," he said.
He soon looked away and started eating his breakfast. I got up, straightening my back and started to walk away. He watched as my hips swayed from side to side as I was walking. I looked back and noticed that his eyes were on my butt. He looked back down at his breakfast and took a sip of his coffee, acting casual, and I just ignored it, continuing to walk to my bedroom. As I approached my bedroom, I looked back to make sure he wasn't watching me. He wasn't. I ran into my bedroom and I flopped onto my bed.
I kept going on and on to myself about the fact that he noticed me. I wondered if he liked what he saw.
Who am I kidding? I'm a fucking sexy beast! I started giggling about and rolling over on my bed.
About an hour later, I heard my dad's footsteps. He was either coming to my bedroom; or he was coming to my bedroom! I quickly took off my bra and lingered it across my lips. My dad came in and I started to pretend that I was masturbating. I was licking and biting my nipples and he gasped.
I looked up and said, "Hi, Daddy."
"Alexandria! I'm-- I'm so sorry."
He quickly left my room and slammed the door shut. I heard him fall on the door, sliding down against it to the floor, hitting his butt on the wood floors. He banged his head on the door repeatedly and was breathing heavily.
I was practically doing the same thing. I flopped back onto my bed and was breathing heavily, looking down at my breasts and kept playing with them, just rubbing my nipples and breasts slowly though.
I stared at my door, and then I actually thought about if he liked my breasts or not.
I decided to just take a nap for some time. My plan wouldn't be ruined, it was only half past noon.
As I started to fall asleep, I heard my dad walking away and sighing.
I woke up; it was 3:50pm. I decided to take a nice, warm bath since I still had time to myself. I didn't have to cook for about two hours.
I walked into my father's bathroom, since his newer bathtub had some nicer features. There's nothing wrong with my vintage bathtub, it's just I wanted to use his jets today. My dad wanted me to get a new one, but I liked my cute, white French-style bathtub.
I closed the door and started filling up the bathtub. I lit some candles and turned off the lights. I threw in some bath salts and soaps, along with some flower petals from the garden. I relaxed in the bathtub and turned on the jets. I relaxed in there for another hour, until I heard my father calling me.
"Alexandria?"
"I'm in your bathroom, Daddy."
He then knocked on the door asking, "Are you decent?"
"Do bubbles and flower petals count? Just come in.."
He walked in closing his eyes.
"Daddy, open your eyes. There are a lot of bubbles, don't worry."
He then opened his eyes and looked around the room.
"What would you like, Daddy?"
He walked over to me and knelt on the floor, making direct eye-contact with me.
"Well, I was just wondering if you were going to make dinner tonight."
"I am, and I'm making dessert too."
"Oh, really?"
"Mmhmm."
"Ooh, what is it?"
"It's a surprise," I said teasingly, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Aww, come on. Tell me," he said.
He started to tickle me.
"Stop tickling me, Daddy!"
"Alright, alright."
"I'll start cooking at 5:30 and I'll be ready by 7."
"Fancy dinner now, isn't it?"
"I wouldn't say that it's, you know, fancy."
"You're a young woman who's hard to please, Alex."
"Am not!"
"Are too," he replied while cackling.
"Alright, well, maybe sometimes; but It's not bad to have high standards, you know."
"Whatever you want to say dear."
"I will say whatever I want to say," I kind of mumbled and giggled to myself.
"Uh-huh, alright," he said in a sarcastic tone, "I'll be in my bedroom if you need me."
"Okay, Daddy."
He got up and walked to the door. As he turned the knob, he turned back, looked at me and smiled. I smiled back at him. He then slowly walked out, still looking at me. I teased him by blowing a kiss and sticking my tongue out at him.
Not long after, I got out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel from my right. My father had used it earlier and I could tell. It felt like his body was wrapped around me. Even better, it smelled like him too.
And so I went on with my post-bath routine; combing my hair, applying lotion all over my body.. and that was it for today.
I walked out of the bathroom fully undressed. Upon arriving to the kitchen, I put on a special apron that would reveal all my assets. I pranced to my father's bedroom door and knocked on it twice.
"I'm almost done with dinner, Daddy!"
"I'll be out soon, dear."
"Okie dokie."
I pranced back out to the dining room and I started setting the table. I dimmed the lighting, lit some candles, put out all the utensils and got out his favorite bottle of wine.
I heard his footsteps as I opened the oven door. When he arrived, I bent over to get the food out of the oven, and I made sure that he could see my cute, round ass and soft, pink virgin pussy.
I turned around and noticed that he was gawking at my womanhood. He looked away, but I could tell that he was licking his lips.
He sat down at the table and I walked over to the table seductively, standing tall and proud and swaying my hips from side to side. I placed the pot of food and lifted the lid. I fanned the food towards him so that he could get the aroma of the steaming hot food, all for him.
I untied my apron, making it fall to the ground, and I slipped it off my ankles. He tried extremely hard to ignore it, but he was looking at my body from the corner of his eye.
As I poured some wine into his glass, I said, "Enjoy your dinner, Daddy."
I sat across from him and watched as he ate his food. I poured him more wine and occasionally got up to get him a glass of water to help him get rid of all the alcohol.
When he was almost finished, he said, "Thank you for the dinner, darling. I'm almost stuffed, but I would like some of the dessert that you made. Speaking of dessert, where is it?"
"It's waiting for you in your bedroom."
"Oh, alright."
I then excused myself and walked into his bedroom. I turned on a lamp and laid in the middle of the bed, starting to play with my breasts and my ass, rubbing, squeezing and pinching them. I spread my legs out and started to rub my little pussy. I made soft and quiet moans as I started to become wet.
My father started walking up the stairs and into his bedroom. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door. To his surprise, I, his little girl, was completely nude on his bed, dripping my sweet juices all over his sheets. He looked at me, then looked down at my breasts and then my little hands which were over my clitoris and pussy.
"Alexandria?"
I looked up at him and replied to him in a very soft, innocent tone.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Would you mind if," there was a short pause, "...Daddy had a little bit of dessert?"
I smiled at him. He had caught onto my plan, and he liked it. He didn't question anything. He was caught in the moment and he wanted what he saw.
I spread my legs out as wide as I could open them and signaled him with my index finger, telling him to come here.
He climbed into bed and got on top of me. He started kissing my earlobes, down to my neck and my breasts. He raised my arms above my head and pushed his hands on top of mine, sinking them into the mattress. He reached over and turned off the lights.
I was moaning and squirming around, trying to hold in more of my juices. He used his legs and forced my hands even deeperTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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