“DADDY?” I whispered
Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father
THE PAST – JUNE 1994 – PITTSBURGH
“Daddy,” I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my trembling knees gently brushed against the silk sheets on his king size bed.
“Daddy, are you awake?” I asked again as I leant over my fathers body, purring into his ear, my tongue twitching just an inch away, already eager to lick inside him.
No don’t, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipples stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his golden skin I couldn’t help but gasp as his blond pubic hairs came into view, and then had to fight myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.
Oh God it’s so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason’s or Billy’s, the only other ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it’d feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his long shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.
I knew from experience he wouldn’t wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to rouse once he’d fallen asleep. “Oh Doctor, please make your little daughter feel better,” I pled silently to his inert form as I slipped under the sheet and fit myself against him.
It had surprised me the first time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must have awakened. It was only after spending a number of nights in Daddy’s bed that I’d realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his hardness against me.
Over the past four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy’s bed as he slept, although most nights I’d only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both times he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most conservative p.j.’s, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I’d lain naked in his arms for hours.
The first time he’d ejaculated as I lay next to him I’d been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that first time, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy’s sperm for the first time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his seed off my finger.
Since that first night I’d often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a little while longer, that we’d be in Europe soon, knew that for ten weeks we’d be together and that inevitably we’d make love.
Still, tonight I’d decided to spend the night in Daddy’s bed, have him awaken to my naked body curled against him, preparing him for what was to come, for what he’d already started to desire.
“Sweetie, wake up! What are you doing in my bed honey?” was the first thing I heard the next morning as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.
“Oh Daddy,” I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breasts, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. “I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible nightmare,” I said in a little girl’s voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brush against his chest.
“But honey, Jesus” he started to protest, his eyes raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.
“But what Daddy?” I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy’s big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, white sauce across my bum and thighs.
“You’re not,… I mean you’re not dressed Steffie, you’re naked,” he complained with a catch in his voice.
“I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you,” I said smiling. “I love feeling the soft silk against my skin,” I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my back and thighs, Daddy’s sperm coating me.
“You’re my daughter sweetie. You know people wouldn’t understand you sleeping naked in your father’s bed.”
“You sleep naked,” I pouted. “And besides, who cares what other people think?” I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. “Besides, you’ve seen me naked before – I am your daughter! And you’re my doctor,” I added indignantly, “You’re supposed to see my body. Is something wrong with it?” I asked laying back and spreading my legs and arms, opening myself to my Daddy’s inspection.
“Of course not Stef! It’s just that you’re a big girl now. You’ve become a woman honey,” he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. “It’s not right for you to sleep in your Daddy’s bed. You shouldn’t look at me honey when I’m naked,” he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.
“Even though I had a nightmare Daddy? I was so scared,” I moaned fearfully.
Daddy couldn’t stop himself from pulling me into his warm arms, couldn’t stop himself from asking, “What was your bad dream about baby?”
“It was dark Daddy, so dark,” I whispered, my lips just inches from his. “They attacked me Daddy, in a dark alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly,… they hurt me Daddy,” I added, whimpering now.
“Who sweetie? Who were they? What did they do to you honey?”
“They hit me Daddy… so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so much Daddy! They were foreigners… Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beards. They wanted to Molestation me Daddy, despoil me because I’m an American…. Oh Daddy, they were so dirty and they made me do terrible things,” I said, my body now trembling in his arms.
“What things Steffie?” Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the defilement of his only daughter, but unable now not to hear all the gruesome details.
“Oh Daddy! It was so terrible,” I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blond curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing shaft. “The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each time he pushed it into my throat…it hurt Daddy,” I wept, my face contorted into a grimace of disgust, “….and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my … oh, anus,… you know, my bum Daddy…then he put his penis, his big Arab penis….they weren’t circumcised Daddy… it was awful, filthy…”