Daddy’s Girl by ADVCwl
It’s a bit of a slow burn as they say here and it’s quite long (3,500 words), so move on to something else if you want a quickie! I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it 😉
It was hot. I woke up in the middle of the night and could hear noises coming from my parents’ bedroom. Although in many ways I really was quite naïve for an 18 year old, I knew what was going on. We lived in a backwater way out in the countryside and didn’t mix much with others. There weren’t many boys around, and those that were, were really uncouth!
The door of the bedroom was slightly open, so I tip-toed along the dark corridor and peeked in. Mum and Dad were having sex, and Mum was letting out a series of “Oh… Oh… Oh…” sounds with every thrust he made. I had a big pang of jealousy. Why should she have all the fun, when all I had managed was a quick fumble in the shed that ended with the boy cumming all over my T-shirt when I got nothing out of it? The next time he did it, the boy, that is, at least it went in, but he came straight away and again I felt nothing, so I ditched him.
I always had a crush on my Dad. When I was growing up he called me his little princess Maddie and he would hug me whenever he came home from work. He was big and strong and capable and smelled very masculine after a day’s work as a bricklayer. He had a big broad chest with thick black hairs. When he hugged me it was like being hugged by a great big bear and he felt so strong and smelt of a mixture of the day’s sweat and builder’s dust. Now, I wondered what it would be like to feel him on top of me thrusting his cock into me and making me go “Oh… Oh… Oh…”
I crept back to my bedroom, but I could hear my Mum crying out “Oh yes, yes, pump me harder, Oh my god, I’m cumminggggg….” Bitch.
I hatched a plan, but first I played with my pussy, imagining Dad was fucking me. I bit on my pillow to stop myself making a noise when I came.
When they had both gone to work the next day I went into their bedroom and searched under the bed. I knew Dad had a stash of porn. I went through it magazine by magazine and found one at the bottom with a full page spread of a full frontal nude that had clearly been opened a lot of times. There was even a stain on the page too, which I suspected was dried cum. The model looked a bit like me, I thought. She was blonde, like me, wore pigtails, like I used to do, and her pussy was completely shaved. I went straight to the bathroom and shaved my pussy very carefully, using Dad’s razor. That was so hot, I had to play with myself when I was done shaving.
Then I plaited my hair into pigtails and stared at the result in the full length mirror. Result. I looked very much like the model in the magazine. OK, my hips were smaller and so were my tits, but they perked up nicely so I hoped they would be OK for him. The next time I went shopping I would get a push-up bra.
When he came home from work I ran up to him and hugged him like I used to, and he smelled just the same as before, with sweat and builder’s dust just as before.
“What’s up with you, Maddie?” he asked, “you haven’t hugged me like that in an age.”
“I can hug my sexy Daddy,” I replied, “I just want you to know you’re appreciated, is all.”
The next morning, I made sure I got to the shower just before him and left the door unlocked. I also made sure I was facing the door. Sure enough, he walked straight in and saw me there, full frontal nude right in front of him like the model in Penthouse, legs apart, hands on hips and the shower playing on my tits. “Oh hell, Maddie, I didn’t know you were there. You should have locked the door. Sorry.” he blushed bright red.
“That’s OK, Daddy,” but I made no effort to cover up and he lingered a few seconds, enough time to take in the view. After he’d gone, I finished my shower quickly and went back to my room.
That night I listened outside their room. They were having sex again. Very carefully I opened the door without making a sound.
“Why, you’re randy tonight, Jack” said my Mum, grumpily.
“That’s because you’re the sexiest beast in town,” he replied. “Are you complaining?”
“Well yes, I am, it’s Tuesday y’know? I’ve got to work tomorrow… Wait till the weekend. Are you sure you haven’t been looking at your porn?” He wasn’t happy about that and in the end she let him do it to her, but she didn’t enjoy it and I don’t think he was very happy. I swore if he wanted to do it to me, I’d let him, whatever day of the week it was.
At least my plan was starting to work and I was turning him on by looking like that slut in the magazine and posing like her. OK, he was still fucking my Mum, but I had other plans for him. Now to put the next stage into operation.
The next morning, I made sure I burst into the bathroom (I knew he never locked the door) while he was showering. I was only wearing a towel, but it was a small one and revealed my legs right up to the tops of my thighs and at the top it only just covered my nipples so most of my tits were exposed. This turned out even better than I expected. He was facing the door like I had been and he was soaping himself down, but even better he had an erection. Wow! He was big and thick and I could see his balls hanging below, heavy with promise. I wanted to hold them and I wanted his cock in my mouth. “Oops, sorry, Daddy” I said, and let the top of the towel slip slightly so he could see the whole of my boobs. I stayed long enough to give him an eyeful, then I went out again, but not before the towel had slipped a little more. Game on.
I think Mum got fucked more times that week then she had since their honeymoon, but she didn’t seem happy about it. I would love to know what was going through my Dad’s mind while he was doing it to her. I kept listening and watching at the door, to see if I could pick up any more tips. I overheard their conversation one night and it almost developed into a row.
“No, Jack,” she was saying, “stop it, I don’t like it when you fuck my ass.”
“Hell, Thelma, you always used to. And you know how much I like it.”
“That’s as maybe y’know, but I don’t want you to do it to me any more. Anyways, I don’t like doing sex in the week, you know that.”
There was a long, strained silence. I filed that information away. If he wanted anal and wasn’t getting it, then maybe I could help him.
The weekend came. On Saturday afternoon, Mum always goes shopping for a few hours to get the week’s groceries and any other items. It’s a half hour drive away, so with half an hour back and an hour or more shopping, that left me over two hours to set the scene. Dad stays at home in front of the TV on Saturday afternoons watching sport, mostly football. I’m not interested in football, but I was playing a long game. We sat down on the couch together to watch TV. I tried to show an interest and kept asking him to explain the rules. I knew most of them from watching school matches, but I wanted him to keep talking to me. When he was about to get another beer, I jumped up and said, “You relax, Daddy, you’ve had a long hard week at work. Your little princess Maddie will get it for you.” I brought it back and handed the tinny to him while I had a coke and we clinked cans.