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Continued from Part 1

CHAPTER 14 - The Plan - Step One

Kathy was sure that my dad wanted me, but I didn't know. This plan should tell me, she said.

The first step was to quit wearing a bra in the house. With my big nipples, he couldn't miss seeing them. I could just say that bras weren't comfortable so why should I have to wear one in the house? So I stripped down up top and put on a t-shirt. I looked in the mirror and wow my nipples really stood out.

Could I do this? I decided that was too much, so I switched to a thicker shirt with buttons. That wasn't so blatant, but he could still see my nipples push against the fabric. I swallowed hard thinking about his reaction, but I decided to go through with it.

Time to find out, as I heard Dad come in through the back door. I walked downstairs and greeted Dad with my usual hi and a hug. Of course, this was the first time braless since I started having tits. "I love you, Daddy," I said with genuine love. I held him close and felt his chest press against my tits.

"I love you too, Pumpkin." I smiled. I liked it when he called me Pumpkin. When we parted, he looked at me and noted how well I looked. Then I saw his eyes glance down at my tits and see the nipples that had started to get a little bit hard. He went silent and averted his eyes, but he still had a few seconds gaze of my tits.

He asked me how my night with Kathy was, and I said that I really like her, and I'm becoming really good friends (not hinting HOW good of course). He said he was glad that I finally had a good friend and smiled. I then realised that he may have heard us getting off when she was over here and that he may know just how good. Well, that's according to plan, I thought.

Dad went up to have a shower and change as I looked for a book to read during step three of the plan, but I'm getting ahead of myself. For step two of the plan, I looked for a DVD which was romantic and sexy, but not hardcore.

I prepared dinner. Nothing fancy like Mike's, just quick meals like we usually had. When Dad came down, I felt naughty so as I had my back turned in the kitchen, I pulled on my nipples and made them hard. I also undid a couple of buttons.

When placing the plate in front of Dad, I slightly exaggerated my lean to open my shirt. Not enough to show the nipples but to let him see a bit of cleavage (of course with my tiny tits, I only have a bit). I didn't act any different but pretended to be totally innocent.

Dad went unusually quiet. He's usually very talkative when he gets home. I guess my tits gave him something to think about, and hopefully to feel. I was getting turned on by my flirting, and I was wondering if it was working. "Did you do anything exciting today?" Dad asked, and I almost choked on my food before realising he didn't mean sexually.

"Oh, Kathy and I had a couple of hours in the park. It was a lovely day."

"That's nice."

We settled down to usual small talk for the rest of dinner, but I did notice that Dad was looking at my tits more than usual. That made me happy. Dad cleaned up, and I went into the lounge room and set up the movie I chose. "Dad," I shouted into the kitchen, "can we watch a movie together tonight?"

"Sure, Pumpkin."

CHAPTER 15 - The Plan - Step Two

When Dad finished in the kitchen, he came out and found me sitting next to his favourite spot to watch TV. He sat on the sofa by me, and after starting the movie, I cuddled up to him, which wasn't unusual, except that now I was braless.

The movie was your typical rom-com, ending with the couple happily kissing. During the sexy scenes (nothing explicit), I could feel Dad hold me close, and I wrapped my free arm around him. I felt loving and sexy with him. My nipples were hard, and he probably felt the one that was pressed against his chest, but he never hinted at anything.

I did notice that his cock was starting to get hard, at least I thought. I couldn't be certain through his pants, but it seemed so. That was also going to plan.

I didn't try to excite Dad on purpose, yet. I had to pretend total innocence.

When the movie ended, I looked at Dad's face. It seemed like he was almost crying. "Do you miss Mum?" I asked.

"Yes of course I do, Pumpkin."

"Me too, Dad, but at least we have each other. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Pumpkin." We hugged close for a minute, with both of my tits pressing into his chest. I was so turned on, and I wanted to know if he was too, but that was step three.

I looked at the clock, and I saw that Dad's favourite TV show was on in about ten minutes. I went upstairs to take a wee, but also to turn on the camera recorder on my laptop. Can I really do this, I asked myself in my bedroom after I turned on the recorder.

Half of my brain said no, but the other half said yes. My pussy broke the tie. So I took off my jeans and knickers, put on a short skirt and no knickers and came back downstairs.

CHAPTER 16 - The Plan - Step Three  

As his program was starting, I said, "I don't care much for this program, but you go ahead. Do you mind if I read while you watch?"

"No, of course I don't mind, Pumpkin." I smiled at him and sat in the chair across from him. I had previously arranged the chair to face him directly.

As the program was running, I pretended to read. In reality, I was going over the plan, how to do it innocently. He was loving the program, laughing all the time. A few minutes before the end, I started executing the plan. I slumped in the chair and yawned, acting like I was still trying to read. I let my head nod and spring up a few times.

Then I nodded off for good, at least acting like it. I let the book slide, so it wasn't covering my tits. I closed my eyes and pretended to snore gently. Then after a minute, the final act of the plan. I gradually spread my legs, slowly at first then as wide as I could.

When they were at their widest, I was sure that Dad could see my full bush, since I had no knickers on. I started snoring deeper then, really putting on an act. I had to pretend that this show was a total accident.

I desperately wanted to peek and see if he was looking, but I didn't dare. Dad's program ended, and he turned the TV off and went upstairs quietly. I heard the toilet flush then he came out and went into his bedroom. Yay, that was according to plan.

I tiptoed as quietly as I could up to my bedroom and closed the door ever so carefully. I checked the laptop and yes! Dad was undressed and lying on the bed. He started stroking his hard cock and moaning. I was so happy. I forgot that my pussy was dripping wet.

Feeling that, I slid two fingers into my pussy and spread the juice over my clit as I watched Dad jerk off. Oh, this was so sexy, even sexier than watching Mike. My own Dad that I loved so much was turned on by seeing my pussy.

I was watching Dad more than trying to get myself off at the moment. I was so enjoying his pleasure, hoping that he was thinking about me. It didn't take too long. He was stroking hard and fast and moaning loudly, believing I was still asleep downstairs.

Then I heard him scream, "Ohhhh Beth!" as I saw his cum squirt out. The first one hit his face - wow. The rest was all over his chest and the final spurt on his stomach. There must have been six or eight jets. I was so amazed.

My clit said, "What about me?" so I rubbed it hard and fast and had a quick if not huge cum.

I wanted to complete the "innocence act", so I tiptoed downstairs then clomped upstairs as if I had just woken up. I got a bit naughty and knocked on Dad's door and said, "Dad, are you OK?"

"Y-yes, I'm just fine," he stammered, not expecting my knock and question.

"OK, Dad. Love you."

"Love you, Pumpkin." I grinned, knowing that he believed it was an accident that I exposed my horny pussy to him.

I returned to my bedroom and locked the door. I stopped the recording and found my headphones and plugged them in. I started watching the video and clicked forward until I saw Dad come into the room. He undressed quickly and threw himself onto the bed.

It was even hotter watching him the second time, and when I heard him scream my name, a flood of passion went through me. The plan worked perfectly. The dad I love so much and want so much wants me! I am the happiest girl in the world.

Then I thought, OK now what do I do about it?

CHAPTER 17 - The Morning After

I slept fitfully that night. I had so many things going through my head. Last week I never thought about sex. Now, Kathy has shown me about touching myself, which I do whenever I can now. Watching her touch herself was so exciting. And, of course, she and I touching and licking each other was incredible.

Seeing Mike watch the video of Kathy giving him a blowjob, as Kathy called it. And now me exposing my pussy to Dad to see how he would react, then seeing him jerk off and call my name. It's so much.

I got up the next morning, exhausted. It was Monday, but thankfully it was the first day of school hols, so I didn't have to worry about school for two weeks. I dragged myself to the shower. Because I was so groggy, I didn't even think about putting on my robe to go down the hallway.

A long hot shower helped me feel clean and woke me up. My head was still spinning with thoughts. I dried myself off and had a look at myself in the mirror. I had never thought of myself as attractive, but Kathy's "my lovely" kept going around my mind and I thought, 'Well maybe I'm not so bad looking.'

Just as I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway, Daddy came out of his bedroom, which is between the bathroom and my bedroom. We both froze for a second. He looked up and down at my naked body and couldn't say a word. I was initially shocked but then pleased that he could see all of me, totally by accident this time.

I snapped out of my stupor, smiled broadly and cheerily said, "Good morning, Daddy!" and padded on to my bedroom. When I got into my room and closed the door, I had to giggle that he couldn't say a word.

I was half wondering if he would go back into his room and masturbate again, so I could watch. Then I started worrying if he would find the camera and made a mental note to get it out of there as soon as possible. But he didn't, he went into the bathroom and took his shower.

Perfect! I put on my robe and made a quick dash to retrieve the camera out of his room. Whew. I tucked it into the drawer which I saw had my vibrator friend. Memories of my first time with it gave me a hot flush. Mmm, later Beth, later.

I picked out shorts to wear - it was supposed to be hot today - and that t-shirt that I thought was too much before. Checking myself out in the mirror, I saw my nipples stand out through the thin shirt, and you could see how dark the circles were around them.

I felt so naughty, but I loved it. I wanted to seduce my daddy, even though I wasn't sure how to go about it. Part of me was still afraid.

Then I noticed that I had started using "daddy" instead of "dad". What does that mean? I guess it goes along with what I want - becoming more than a daughter to him. I started thinking about him. He misses Mum so much (as do I), and I know he masturbates because he's lonely.

He hasn't tried dating. I suppose he will someday. That would be nice - for him to find a woman to be with so he wouldn't be lonely and sad. But I'm here, and I want him, and he wants me, so why can't I make him happy until he finds someone else? That settles it, I said to myself. I'm not feeling guilty about seducing Daddy. It's going to make us both very happy.

But the reality of doing it was still daunting. So I parked the thought and went downstairs to get a bowl of cereal. While munching through it, I decided I needed to talk to Kathy. My phone was in my room, so that had to wait a bit.

Daddy came in and managed a "Good morning". I suspected he still had the image of my naked body in his mind. "Good morning, Daddy!" I chirped innocently, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Pumpkin, just fine, thanks." He glanced at my big dark nipples and looked away quickly. I could tell that I was turning him on, but he seemed conflicted about his feelings, so I decided not to do too much flirting right now. After all, he saw my pussy last night and my whole body this morning, so I didn't want to scare him off.

CHAPTER 18 - Kathy's Plan Two

"Wow, that's so cool!" Kathy exclaimed when I called her and told her about how her plan went last night. "And he actually called out your name."

"Yes, that made me so happy that he wants me. I had to watch the recording again and loved seeing him squirt while thinking about me."

"So throw yourself at him!" she advised.

"Whoa, I can't just do that. I know that we want each other, but it's still kind of a secret to each other so he might freak out. I am afraid to take the next step."

"Hmmm, yeah, I guess. I remember I had to work on my dad for a while. Give me a minute to think."

I waited in silence for what seemed like forever. "Are you still there?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm thinking. Just a minute more."

Finally, she came up with another of her "innocent accident" plans. My first reaction was, "No, I couldn't," but upon further thought, I decided I could.

"Thanks for the idea, Kathy."

"My pleasure, my lovely." Oh, there she goes again, calling me her lovely. It never failed to wash through me and make me feel so loved.

"Hey, it's the hols. Can you sleepover later this week?" she asked with that hint of demand that she sometimes gets. I suggested that we ask our dads, which we did and there was no problem, so we agreed on Wednesday night. I started getting wet thinking about being with her again.

"See you then. Let me know how the plan works."

"OK, I will."

Daddy knocked on my door and said, "I have to work today, Pumpkin. We have two important contracts to close." I jumped up and threw the door open and gave him a huge hug and a quick kiss on the lips.

"Bye, daddy. See you later!"

"Goodbye, Pumpkin," he replied. He had a big smile as he turned to head out. I hoped that he would keep the image of my naked body from this morning in his mind all day, and stay hard for me. Wow, I thought, last week I never would have done anything like this. I've changed. Well, for the better, for sure.

I went to the toilet to wee, and while wiping up, I rubbed my pussy a little, just to keep me excited, not to cum. I had cum so many times recently, I could wait a while for the next one.

Being alone in the house let me set up for Kathy's next plan. I got the step ladder from the kitchen closet and brought it upstairs to the hallway outside our bedrooms. I got Kathy's camera and rummaged around and found some Blu Tack. Why is it blue? Ah, who knows, another mystery of life.

Back into the hallway, I looked around for a good place for the camera. I thought about the ceiling corner, but then I noticed a picture a bit down from my door on the opposite wall. I propped the camera on top and went to get my laptop to check the view in front of my bedroom door. It would do, I decided.

I brought the step ladder over and fixed the camera onto the top with the Blu Tack, concealing it as best as I could. A final check of the view confirmed that I could see someone outside my door. I took the laptop back to my room to make sure the Bluetooth connection was still OK, and it was. I returned the step ladder to its closet.

Now I had all day to wait to execute the plan. It seemed like forever. When should I do it? After we say goodnight? After dinner? I still wanted to act "innocent". His seeing me had to seem like an accident, not something that I planned.

I decided that I would be in my bedroom shortly before he comes home, and that way, he would know that I thought I was alone in the house. Perfect.

Only eight hours to wait. What am I going to do to fill the time? If I stay in the house, I know I'm going to rub my pussy raw, I'm so excited. I had to get out of the house.

CHAPTER 19 - Killing Time

I decided to go to Stockland Mall, which has lots of cool shops, a food court and a cinema. It was already thirty degrees at 9 am - going to be hot today. So I put on some thongs and checked out how I looked. Oh, I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples were clearly visible. I started to take off my t-shirt to put on a bra, but then decided, what the hell, who cares? So I tucked it back into my shorts.

It was a public holiday, so the buses weren't frequent, and I had to wait. Finally, one came by, and I hopped on. It isn't far to the mall, and sometimes I walk, but with the heat, I thought better of that. I got to the mall at 9:45, so I had to wait fifteen minutes until it opened. After a few minutes a nice looking older man, forties I guess, came up.

"Not open yet?" he asked.

"Nope - ten."

"You look very nice today."

"Thanks," I said, not sure how to take it. I hoped he wasn't a pervert, but he seemed nice. My nipples weren't hard since it was hot, but they were still noticeable, and notice them he did. He didn't stare at them, but I saw him look at my tits from time to time.

I guess that was fair. I did kind of put them on display by not wearing a bra. I wasn't used to feeling attractive, so I decided I liked it, as long as it wasn't going to get me in trouble. What could happen in public?

When the mall opened, I decided I needed a coffee, so I headed to my favourite cafe, which had nice seating inside away from the corridor. I ordered my usual cappuccino, and noticed the man who had waited with me outside came to get one as well. I smiled and stepped to the pickup point.

When my coffee was ready, I looked around and found a seat around the corner. I checked out the man, heard some of his conversation with the barista and decided he was OK. When he got his, he came over and started to ask if he could sit with me.

My mind came up with a naughty plan. I shook my head, put my finger to my lips, pointed to a seat in the opposite corner and smiled. He didn't quite know what to think, but he sat where I indicated.

I looked around. As it was opening time on a holiday, the place was deserted except for us two and the barista. She couldn't see either of us. If someone was ordering, they could see me, but the man was not visible unless someone came into the area we were.

I sipped my coffee and smiled and again put my finger to my lips. I could see he didn't know what to think. I looked down at my tits and pointed at them, then looked up at him and mouthed, "Do you like them?" He looked shocked but then nodded. I smiled.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I decided this was safe flirting. I took another sip and casually ran one hand over my tits. I was now gazing at his eyes, occasionally checking that nobody else came by. His eyes went wide, so I smiled and gave a little nod.

My fingers found my nipple, which had already been getting hard because of the air conditioning, and stroked it into full size. Then I did the same with the other. His mouth opened in amazement but he didn't seem to be complaining.

Then I got a totally wicked idea. I motioned for him to wait, got up and took several napkins from the dispenser across the way, walked over to his table and dropped them on it, and returned to my table. He looked at them and wondered why I had done that.

I smiled and continued caressing my tits and my hard nipples. Then I pointed at him, held out my hand, and put it between my legs on my shorts and started to rub. His eyes went wide, and I nodded. He held his hand up. I pointed down, and he finally put it down onto his cock.

I gave a few quick rubs on my pussy to let him know I wanted him to stroke his cock. I casually took another sip and returned to teasing my nipples. He was really excited now, rubbing his cock with long, slow strokes. I could see him get hard, and I smiled and nodded again.

I looked around, and someone had come by to order a coffee, so I took my hands off my tits but put one down onto my shorts and started gently rubbing my pussy. Fortunately, the order was takeaway, so they left after a few minutes, and we were alone again.

I started rubbing my pussy harder, making sure he noticed it. And tweaking a nipple at the same time. I gasped a little, and his rubbing became faster. I then took my hands and acted like I was unzipping, telling him by my action that I wanted him to take his cock out.

He looked shocked, but with hand gestures and glances, I let him know that I was looking out for others and that the coast was clear. He looked around and hesitated. I nodded and mouthed, "Please!" as I repeated the unzipping pantomime. He reluctantly did it.

His apprehension had made his cock softer, but it was still pretty big. I suggested with an up and down motion of my circled thumb and finger that he should stroke it for me, which he did. Mmmm, it got bigger quickly. I returned to rubbing my pussy and nipple with him. Now I concentrated on exciting myself while staring at him stroking his cock.

I breathed hard and suppressed noises as I moaned. He was staring at me and stroking his cock furiously. I checked for others again, and there was nobody. I mouthed, "OK." My fingers were rubbing my pussy hard and fast now, and he was watching and stroking fast.

I mouthed, "Cum!" and he nodded. He grabbed the wad of napkins and placed it in front of his cock, which he pointed down toward me. "Cum now!" I whispered so he could just hear. And he did. Wow, great spurts of cream shot from his cock. Most of it hit the napkins, but some went over onto the floor.

I hadn't quite cum, but I was very wet and excited. I slowed down my rubbing then casually returned my hands to the table and sipped my coffee and smiled.

He stopped his stroking and wiped off his cock. I checked for others again and nodded to indicate that we were still alone. I watched him put his cock away and zip up. I smiled. I finished off my coffee, picked up my handbag, walked over to him and held out my hand to gesture for the napkins, which he gave me.

I put the napkins up to my nose and smelled them with a huge sniff. I put my head back with a sigh then looked at him again and whispered, "Thank you." 

He started to say something, but I whispered, "Shhh!" and put my finger to my lips. I wagged my finger to let him know that this was a one-off pleasure, and I smiled as I left him.

Well, he had gotten off, but my pussy was raging. I hadn't cum, but I needed to desperately, so I looked around frantically for the sign to the toilets. I finally saw it and almost ran there, slamming the door open and jumping into a stall and shutting the door fast.

I couldn't get my shorts and knickers down soon enough. I briefly noticed a wet spot on the shorts. Deal with it later. I sat down on the toilet, spread juice over my clit and rubbed it madly until I had a hard cum in about thirty seconds. My pussy convulsed and dripped juice into the toilet. My moans echoed loudly around the room, so I hoped that there was nobody else there.

I noticed that I had the cum-filled napkins still clutched in my hand. I sniffed them deeply again, and thrust two fingers into my dripping pussy and had a few more spasms of pleasure. I slumped and recovered slowly on the toilet.

After a couple of minutes, I had a wee, then wiped myself off. I dropped the cum napkins into the toilet and flushed. I weakly got to my feet and pulled up my shorts and buttoned them.

Coming out of the stall, I was confronted by an emo chick who smiled at me and said, "Wow, that was a big cum. What got you all excited?" She grabbed my right hand and brought it to her nose. "Is this the one?" She smelled it. "Oh yes, mind if I taste you?"

She didn't wait for an answer but put each finger deep into her mouth and licked it off. "Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't done. You've got me all wet now. See?" She pulled my hand sharply down under her skirt and inserted my fingers into her pussy. Yes, it was very wet. This all happened in five or ten seconds, and she was so quick I had no time to react.

She let me take my fingers out. She quickly opened her handbag, took out a pad of paper and a pen and scribbled down her phone number and handed me the slip. "Call me if you want to have some fun," she said as she scampered out of the toilet.

I was alone in the toilet. "What the fuck just happened?" I silently screamed at myself. I guess the chick had been in another stall and she heard me. She wasn't shocked. Hearing me had gotten her wet. Wet.

I remembered feeling how wet she was. I brought my fingers up to my nose, and she smelled pungent, exotic. I sucked off my fingers. Very sharp-tasting but intriguing. I looked at her phone number. Oh, do I want to be with her now? What is happening to me?

After smelling her on my fingers once more, I washed my hands. I stuffed her phone number into my handbag. I put my handbag over my shoulder and looked into the mirror. Who is this girl? I was naive last week, and now I'm a raging sex maniac. I had to sit and think.

I went back to the cafe, which was still deserted except for a well-dressed middle-aged woman sitting where I had sat. I sat where the man had sat. The table had been wiped, but there were still spots of his cum on the floor.

My mind reeled madly. I was now sitting where a man I had never met was watching me rub myself, while I implored him to take out his cock and cum for me. What kind of young girl does that? Not me, but... but I did. And the nice woman who smiled at me from where I was lewdly pulling my nipples had no clue what happened ten minutes ago.

CHAPTER 20 - Meeting Sylvia

"Are you OK? You look flushed and breathless," the woman inquired. I was not about to tell her what I had just been up to.

I muttered, "Um, yeah. I'm OK."

"Well, you don't look quite right. A young girl like you - what are you, fourteen? You should be healthy."

"I'm sixteen, and I'm OK," I said maybe a little too strongly.

"OK, OK, I'm just concerned. I have a daughter your age. She's somewhere around here actually. I'm Emily, by the way. What's your name?"

I hadn't been in the mood for conversation, but then again this distracted me from my whirling thoughts. "Beth."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Beth."

We sat quietly for a minute, when a young girl ran up and said to Emily, "Hey Mum, I saw the coolest dress. Can you come see? Please?"

"Well yes, dear, I can in a minute when I've finished my coffee. By the way, Sylvia, I just met Beth here, and she seems very nice."

The girl jumped over to my table and said, "Hi Beth. Nice to meet you. At least I think so. Mum usually doesn't find anyone I meet to be nice, so it's nice to meet you." I groaned inside, as I wasn't really in the mood to talk.

Sylvia sat down at my table and started to talk endlessly. "So how old are you? I'm sixteen. I'm glad it's school hols. I can have some fun without homework..." She droned on and on, and I wasn't really listening to much of what she was saying.

"So you look hot," she continued. "I bet all the boys and girls want you. Mum never lets me go out without a bra. She says that showing your nipples in public makes you a slut. But I just like not having one on. So do you like boys or girls better?"

She went silent. Then, "Well, which one?" I hadn't been really paying attention and hadn't realised there was a question.

"Which one what?"

"Do you like boys or girls better?"

The question from this young girl shocked me, but then I realised I was the same age as her. "Uh, well nobody really finds me attractive, so I keep to myself," I made up. I wasn't going to tell her about Kathy or god forbid, Mike or my Dad.

"Well I think you're pretty, so I'd like to get to know you. Hey Mum, is it OK if I give Beth my phone number?"

Emily looked me over and thought a second and said, "Yes, dear, it's OK."

Sylvia found a napkin leftover from a while ago that was left on the table (clean, thankfully), took a pen and wrote her number on it. "Call me, please?" she implored, smiling at me.

"Uh, OK," I said.

"Great!" Going back to her mum, she pleaded with her to come see the dress she liked. I was relieved she quit talking to me - what a chatterbox!

Sylvia trailed behind her mum as they were going. She came back over, leaned into my ear, and whispered, "I love your nipples!" and ran off.

Oh my god, what a morning. First I boldly rub myself and get a man to jerk off for me, then the emo chick confronts me, then this young girl talks to me and... did she just hit on me? I had left the house to avoid thinking about sex, and this all happened. What have I become?

I opened my handbag to drop in the new phone number, saw the chick's number and I looked back and forth at the numbers. Both of these girls want me. Kathy loves me. Dad wants me, and I want him, but he's afraid to do anything. What am I going to do? I dropped the numbers into my bag.

I seriously needed distraction, so I wandered to the cinema and picked the next one that was starting. A dumb action flick but I figured that will work. It did work. I hated the film, but it wasted two hours without me having to think about sex.

I was hungry, so I went to the food court, grabbed a salad and ate it, trying not to think anything. I wandered home in a daze, vaguely aware of the thoughts making my head burst.

CHAPTER 21 - Home Again

I went upstairs to the toilet and noticed the camera in the hallway on the way. Hmmm, could I conceal it better? After the toilet break, I decided to cover the camera with a piece of white paper which would be less obvious than a black plastic blob. Still suspicious, but better.

That reminded me of this afternoon's plan. It was about 1:30 and Dad usually got home around 4:30 so I had three hours to kill. I decided I needed another shower. Between the heat of the day and my hot encounters at the mall, I was sweaty.

The shower was relaxing, and I was pleasantly surprised that I could be naked without feeling the need to rub myself. I dried off and walked back to my bedroom. I double-checked the camera vision on my laptop - still fine. I thought about what to wear for when Daddy came home.

Totally naked? Nah, that's too obvious. A t-shirt? Yeah, so I put one on. What about below? Hmmm, what could be not completely slutty? I decided on trackies. Knickers or no? I decided no.

Two and a half hours. What to do? I yawned and realised that the morning's excitement had worn me out, especially since I didn't get much sleep last night. So I set my phone to wake me up at 4. Dressed as I wanted Daddy to see me, I crawled under the covers for a nap.

I had an intense dream. Sylvia and the emo chick were licking each other's pussies. I was sitting in a chair, fucking my pussy with my vibrator. Kathy was giving my Dad a blowjob. And Mike was watching all this and stroking his huge cock and ended up squirting all over the two girls.

The phone's alarm went off and woke me up. Will I never get any rest? At least I had some sleep. My pussy was wet. I checked if it had leaked onto my trackies, but it hadn't, thank goodness. I wiped up with a tissue and smelled my juice off of it before tossing it into my bin.

CHAPTER 22 - Executing Kathy's Plan Two

Time to execute the plan. From the outside of my room, I pulled the door ajar and decided how much it could be open to give Dad a good view but not be too obvious. I decided about two centimetres was right, so I stepped inside and pulled the door closed that much.

I set my laptop up, turned on the camera view and set it on my bedside table so that the screen pointed to my bed and away from the door. I set it ready to record with one click.

Vibrator or no? Nah, too obvious again. Should I pretend to be asleep? No, I can be awake - I want Daddy to know that I want him. Tits covered or exposed? I thought about this and decided to switch to a buttoned shirt which would be unbuttoned to show my tits. Pussy covered or exposed. Exposed, of course, trackies pulled down to my knees.

OK, so I set myself up that way and waited. It occurred to me that Daddy wouldn't want me to see him (of course he wouldn't know about the camera), so I decided I would have my head turned away from the door so he could believe that I didn't know he was there. The plan was ready. All I needed was Daddy.

I started thinking about the morning. Making the man at the mall cum for me was the sluttiest thing I have ever done. My week-ago self would never have believed it. I'm glad I gave him pleasure, and it made me so hot that I had to run to the toilet.

The emo chick surprised me. Thinking about it, I should have been so ashamed to be caught masturbating, but she was so matter-of-fact about it, she made it seem natural, especially when she licked off my fingers then made me lick her pussy juice off her fingers. The memory of her tangy pussy made my pussy start to twinge now. I started rubbing it gently.

Then Sylvia acted so innocent, until she talked about showing nipples, liking boys or girls and then saying she loved my nipples. Wow, she must be a hot little one herself. Would I call her? She really wanted me to.

I want my pussy to be wet when Daddy gets home, I thought, so I started pulling my nipples and rubbing my pussy lips. He needs a good view, so I turned my body with my pussy more toward the door. Then I reconsidered my trackies. I decided to take them off so I could spread my pussy wide to give Daddy the full view.

OK, let's get wet. I mashed my palm on my clit and rubbed in circles. I thought about what Sylvia would look like. Her tits seemed very tiny - not more than nubs. That turned me on, and I could feel myself starting to get wet. I dipped a finger in and got a little juice. I needed more, so I got the bottle of lube out and put a little on my clit, so I could rub it.

Mmmm, now I was getting hot, my clit getting hard under my finger. I pinched my nipple, and that sent sparks down to my clit, which I rubbed faster. How's the wetness? Getting there. I thought about my wonderful Kathy, and how she calls me her lovely. That made me feel so good, and my pussy agreed.

The opening of the back door startled me, but then I realised that this is what I have been planning for. I clicked on the laptop to start recording.

"Pumpkin, I'm home!" Dad yelled out as he shut the door. The plans said to moan, but a little fright kept me from doing it. I must do it, though.

I managed a small moan as I rubbed my lubed clit hard and fast, then I loosened up and gave out a real one, "Ohhhhh."

I listened, and it had gone quiet downstairs. I hoped that Daddy had heard me and was sneaking up the stairs. I heard his steps and quickly looked over to the laptop, and yes, I thought, he's tiptoeing up so that I don't know that he is there (so he believes).

I remembered to turn my head away to avoid scaring him off. I needed to make sure he knows that I am masturbating, so I gave out an artificial but hopefully convincing loud moan. I heard him give a soft gasp, but, of course, I didn't let on that I knew he was there.

Now that I knew he was watching, I could take my time and excite myself for real. I moved both of my hands up to my tits and caressed them, then pulled on the nipples to make them hard. I didn't have to fake moaning now - I love playing with my nipples. I thought I could hear him rubbing outside his pants, but I couldn't look.

I moved both hands down to my pussy and rubbed over my bush. The moans came naturally. I decided to drop the leg nearest the door off the edge of the bed to open up wide for my daddy's viewing. With both hands, I spread my labia wide and gave him a deep view of my open pussy.

I heard him step away, and for a moment, I was disappointed that he was leaving, but then I heard him unzip and take off his pants and step back. I dipped a finger into my now wet pussy and spread the juice around the lips at first, then repeated until my lips and clit were coated. Now I rubbed my hard clit with my wet finger and really moaned now.

Up to this point, I'd been thinking really hard how to show myself, but now my pussy and clit took over. The only thing I had to think about is keeping my head turned away from my daddy, who I hoped was stroking his hard cock now. My left hand let go of my pussy and moved back to my tit as I kept rubbing my clit, trying to keep it slow, but it wanted more now. Back into my dripping pussy for more juice, I wet my clit again, and now it wanted hard and fast rubbing, so that's what I did.

My left hand was pulling and squeezing my nipple, and I was getting so hot for my daddy. I held still for just a second and listened, and sure enough, Daddy was stroking his cock. I rubbed again and started moaning, "Oh, yesss. Oh, yessss."

I heard a little, "Ah," from him.

I kept going for about a minute until I felt ready to cum. I remembered the script that Kathy had given me for this moment and got ready to shout it as I cum. Mmmm, soon. Oh, yes, I was ready.

My left hand left my tit, and two of its fingers started pumping my pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could to give Daddy a good view. When I was about to cum, I yelled, "Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum." My fingers fucked my pussy hard and fast the way I want Daddy to fuck me, and my fingers pressed hard on my clit and rubbed back and forth. I came and gave out an unscripted, "Ahhhh."

My natural moans continued loudly as my cum seemed to last for a minute. I knew I heard a grunt from Daddy so he must have squirted. I was so happy. I softly said, "Oh, Daddy, I love you." This wasn't scripted either - I really meant it. I heard Daddy step away. After a few seconds I heard him come back and I heard wiping - he must have cum all over the door. Of course, I kept my head turned away - I could check the recording later.

I relaxed and enjoyed the hard cum that giving Daddy the view had given me. I kept my head turned away from the door and started wondering how to make sure he couldn't tell that I knew he was there. I remained still and quiet as my breathing slowed.

I heard Daddy tiptoe down the stairs and be quiet for a minute. "Are you up there, Pumpkin?" he yelled very loudly. He obviously didn't want me to know that he had been upstairs, so I obliged him.

"Yes, Daddy," I yelled back. I quickly threw on my trackies and buttoned my shirt, except for the top two buttons. I stopped the recording, closed the laptop lid and ran down to him and gave him a huge hug.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in, I was taking a nap," I lied. I pulled back a little and gave him a big kiss on the lips. "Welcome home, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, Pumpkin." I couldn't help giving him another kiss, and I held him tight and pressed against his cock for just a second - "accidentally" of course.

CHAPTER 23 - Teasing Daddy 

I was annoyingly chirpy while Daddy was preparing dinner. But I was the happiest girl in the world, after confirming that Daddy wanted me. My pussy was still feeling so good from the big cum, and my nipples were semi-hard, showing little bumps through my shirt. I tried not to be obviously flirting, but it wasn't easy.

While eating, I innocently told Daddy about my trip to the mall, the nice man I talked to (but not the cafe incident of course) and the girl I met that wanted me to call her some time (no mention of her liking my nipples, naturally). I grinned while keeping my secrets.

He kept stealing glances at my nipples, which made me happy and horny. I had to rub my pussy under the table a few times, once reaching into my trackies and sliding a finger into my now wet pussy. He couldn't see through the table, so I kept a straight face, and he didn't know. When I licked my finger off, he had no idea what I was tasting.

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