It is a special feeling… one which many women dream of for most of their lives.
Having a handsome, older man fill her most delicate of parts with his fertile seed. Being taken and pleasured by one they love so dearly… in the most taboo of fashions.
Well, we’d have the house to ourselves now at least. Mom was busy, as usual off attending some business trip for the next few days or weeks or whatever it was. I couldn’t remember the last full month that she had stayed home.
And I knew it was hard on my daddy. Well, that’s the man I call daddy anyway. He’s actually my step-dad. The guy my mom remarried when I was 14. They’ve been together for 5 years now.
Yeah, yeah, I’m 19 and still living at home. But the perks are nice. Free food, internet, no rent and a lax household. I couldn’t complain.
Daddy always wanted to treat me like his little princess too. I think he did it to impress my mom. You know, act nice and be kind to me so she’ll love having him around.
Although lately… there seems to have been a bit of a rift between the two of them. Well, when I say lately I mean for a while now. I’m almost certain they have a sexless marriage. Mother is quite frigid and cold when she’s here just imagine how it is when she’s gone.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she was out cheating on daddy during these business trips.
Yet, he remained faithful so far as I could tell. The man gave me everything I asked for, and even sprinkled me with random gifts here and there. Expensive gifts too, I might add. He certainly wasn’t short of money.
I felt kind of sorry for him, actually. He was a great guy, a well-respected doctor in our town.
“I know, Amanda. It’s just been a difficult time for us,” my father said.
He was talking to my mother on the phone pacing up and down the room in frustration. He probably didn’t know I was listening in from around the corner, but daddy’s little girl can be quite the snoop!
“Don’t make any brash decisions like that now. We’ve been together a long time. Don’t throw it away over the phone,” he continued.
Oh man! This was getting serious. I could even hear the desperation in his voice now. Something big was obviously going down on the other end of that line. It looks like dear old mother finally worked up the gumption to call it quits. Only daddy wasn’t quite ready to agree, judging by his comments anyway.
“What about Isabelle?” He asked, referring to me. “No! Don’t say that… She’s been like a real daughter to me. You’re just going to–”
And here he stopped in mid-sentence, letting out a long and heavy sigh. A moment later I heard the cell phone being placed down on the counter-top, followed by yet another heavy breath of air. I peeked around the corner, I just had to see what was going on. And there was daddy, running his hand through his hair and shaking his head.
Uh oh was right… Something big really did happen! He was such a loyal and respectful man. I didn’t see how he would just give up, and I imagined he wouldn’t.
Daddy loved my mommy, that much I knew. He would do anything he could to keep them together. I just wondered, exactly what he could do? If mother wanted to leave him, how could he stop her? She was a grown woman who could walk out the door and never be seen again.
But the way daddy continued pawing at his hair, I knew the little wheels of thought were busy spinning in his head. I made sure to tip-toe away before being caught by my man of the house. I’d leave him alone for a while to…
“Isabelle?” He called out dumb ol’ me forgetting about that one creaky floorboard.
There was a strange happiness in the tone of his voice. An almost bizarre, joyful sound.
“Hi daddy,” I said, peeking back around the corner, trying to pretend I had just arrived.
“There’s my pretty girl,” he replied. There was a delighted smile written on his face. The exact moment he saw me walking into the kitchen, I could sense an entirely new demeanor drifting over his body. One of revelation.
“Yes,” he said, “Yes… I think you just might be the answer,” he grinned. “To what?” I asked.
“To everything, baby girl, to everything,” Daddy responded as he took me in his arms for a big hug.
***
I awoke the next morning to a familiar, yet alarming sound. It was a noise I’d heard countless times over the years. The shower in my bathroom. The one connected right onto my room the private little place of my own.
And as I stood from the bed, I noticed yellow light pouring out from beneath the door.
A quick glance to my left told me that my bedroom door remained shut, yet I did not recall entering the bathroom, let alone leaving the shower and light on! In my disoriented state of half-wakefulness, I traipsed forward, placing my hand on the bathroom door and pushing it open slowly.
A bit of steam came funneling out as the gap increased. The sound of rushing water grew stronger and stronger as I continued peering inside.
“Hello?” I called out.
Then I stepped inside, fully, and that is when I saw oh my god! Right there in the shower… My naked daddy! He was running his hands through his hair, rinsing out some soapy shampoo.
And, given the situation and my shock from it all, I just happened to look down at his body and spotted the… the, uh, the massive manhood between his legs! I couldn’t believe the size of it! And not even hard! It was bigger than anything I’d ever seen in porn or movies!
“Oh!” Daddy shouted, wiping his eyes. “Sorry Isabelle, my bathroom was having troubles so I decided to use yours. Hope you don’t mind.”
I shut the door just enough so that I could hide my body behind it; that way daddy wouldn’t see that I had spotted his dangling cock.
“Umm, no,” I stuttered, reeling from the sight of that impressive meat. “Just don’t get water everywhere, please!”
“Where am I going to put my toy submarine then!” He laughed. “I don’t know! Dig a hole out back or something!”
“What,” he cackled again, “You don’t have any holes for me?” Gulp.
Had my daddy really just said that?! Did I have any holes for him!? Well, maybe it was my filthy mind playing tricks on me.
I had, after all, just seen his dick. I guess those kinds of sights were filling my little head with lewd ideas. Still… knowing he had something that nice below the belt line I might just have to let him use a few of my holes!
“Oh shut up and hurry up!” I laughed, shutting the door, where I collapsed right against it on the opposite side, sliding to the floor.
My heart was pounding! And surprisingly, so was my southern slit. I immediately pictured how daddy’s cock would look when hard and big.
How something that nice would feel in me. I mean, I’d never even had sex before! Yet, oh I don’t know! I guess it was kind of strange to think of my step-dad this way… but I couldn’t help it. I’m a sexually curious teenage girl and the man living in my house has a humongous thingy!
Why on earth would my mother deny his manhood? How could she even think of leaving him!
It looked so nice and tempting. Just the kind I would want to fill me for the first time…
Then it occurred to me… The only way to enter my bathroom was through my bedroom door. That means daddy had snuck in while I was asleep! I only go to bed in a pair of panties and sometimes a bra. And usually I’ll kick off a few of the blankets while I slumber.
Like today, I’d woken up with all of them off me… that means he would have seen my nearly nude body in bed! Oh my god… what a mess!
Although, one side of me might not mind him seeing me naked. With a cock that nice and a body that good, I might even like it. With him in my shower there, I began to imagine even dirtier thoughts.
Things like, was he in there touching himself to my hot, young body? Would he even think of me like that? His little princess? Or would I forever be an annoying little girl?
I’d stick to my fantasy story for now. That was much better! I’d give anything to see him in there stroking his cock for me. God! I’m such a dirty girl! Thinking about my doctor daddy this way. But, I can’t blame myself.
It was just the size and shape of his member that had me thinking like a slut. Heck, I could probably use his cock for my shower rod! Stretching from one side to the other, and even hanging from the sturdy shaft! My daddy was hung!
Uh oh. I heard the shower click off and I knew he’d be walking out of the bathroom in a minute or two. But here I was, still strapped in my bra and panties, hunkered down on the floor touching myself to the thought of him… That probably wasn’t the best scene for him to walk in on, was it?
Though, a nasty little notion came over me here. I wanted to see what he would do. If he saw his dirty little girl bent over in her panties. I wonder if that would make his cock nice and stiff for me. It was certainly worth a try!
I could hear him whistling in there as he dried himself off with a towel. The closing of the cabinet where he probably grabbed a q-tip. There wasn’t much time left. I knew he’d be barging through the door any second now.
I had to prepare myself and give him a little panty show! Haha! Here it comes, daddy. I was sure given his career that my daddy had seen many lady parts over the years but ooh, he hadn’t seen his little girl yet, had he? Let’s see what that big cock of yours thinks of me…
“Comin’ out!” He shouted, just as the door swung open along with a mist of steam and heat. “Oh…”
My step-father stopped dead in his tracks, pausing mid-sentence. I had a sneaking suspicion of why it happened. Just a tiny one. It might have had to do with me being on my hands and knees, facing away from daddy, as I rummaged around through the closet.
I pretended not to have heard him shouting.
My ass was stuck high into the air, the panties nice and tight on my cheeks. It had to be a nice view for daddy. I wanted to spin back around and catch him jerking his dick, rubbing it to full size while staring at my butt.