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I Think He's Sleeping II


I woke up the next morning about the same time that I do every Saturday morning at about eight thirty. The only difference on this particular Saturday was that I woke up with wild sense of giddiness. It's not every week that Friday night ends with me giving my dad a BJ while he's asleep.

A part of me knew that I should feel bad about what happened. I knew that if all of my friends knew what I had done that I would be publicly shunned, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. I love my dad with all of my heart and the only difference now was that I loved him with other parts of my body too...

Specifically my mouth, I thought to myself, and had to stifle a chuckle.

In the girl's locker room at school the word slut was always thrown around like a heart piercing arrow. It was aimed and shot at this girl or that one by virtually every girl in my school. I never said anything to any of the girl's but whenever I heard one of them calling another girl a slut I always thought to myself, “look in the mirror bitch,” because the truth was that while they seemed to like to call someone else a slut as if it were a bad thing the same girl that was doing the name calling had also done things in their past that could classified them a slut too.

I never liked it. We all want to experiment with boys. It's a part of growing up and being a teenager, and I always felt like, as teenagers, we should stick together. Either it was okay to let a guy get to second or third base, or maybe even further if we were ready... Or it wasn't.

The bad thing was that if a girl did let a guy get past second base the guy never seemed to keep his mouth shut about it, and instead of patting the girl on the back when we found out about it the girls in the locker room joined in the rant and labeled her a slut, but secretly every girl in the locker room wanted the same thing to happen to them, as long as the guy was cute. The whole damned thing was confusing.

I had accidentally found a loophole though, and I wasn't about to feel bad about it.

My dad was never going to run his mouth about anything that happened. I could do whatever I wanted with him, and nobody in the locker room would ever know anything about it. Period. I could act out every single fantasy a girl could ever have and go to school the next day without ever once having to worry about being the subject of the locker room gatherings. That didn't mean that I would join in their stupid fun, but I didn't have to worry about them singling me out either. It was perfect.

I got out of my bed and grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom. I didn't even bother putting anything on. If my dad caught me going from the bedroom to the bathroom naked then that was all the better. The only way to crack an egg was to smack it up against something, and I wanted this egg to be cracked. I didn't want to be limited to sucking him off while he slept. I wanted to suck him off while he was awake too, and more. I wanted him to do stuff to me too. I wanted him to like it like I liked it. I wanted him to throw those movies in his closet away because he didn't need them any more. I wanted to be everything that he could ever dream of and more.

He didn't catch me walking into the bathroom though. I was a little disappointed about that, because at that point I was feeling particularly bold. If he had happened to be in the hallway while I was walking through I would have stopped and talked to him. I know I would have done it. Not only that but I was pretty sure that I would have made sure he got an eye full. Like I said I was feeling pretty bold at that point.

I took my shower with the door fully open, but no dad peeped in. I got out of the shower, leaving the door fully open, but still no dad. I wanted my dad to see me, but he wasn't making it easy at all.

I dried myself off and wrapped my towel around my head. I was still fully naked and I still had the door wide open. I took my time brushing my teeth. Then dropped the towel to the floor and brushed my long blonde hair out.

By then the steam in the mirror was beginning to fade away and I admired myself in the mirror. I was thin but I was starting to fill out. My breasts weren't huge but they weren't tiny either. I was in a C-cup and I had something to look at anyway. My waist was thin and my hips had shape. I considered my butt to be average. The guys at school were starting to notice me, and I felt it was high time that my dad did too.

I thought about just going out into the kitchen stark naked, but I didn't want to be that blunt about it. I thought it would be a lot more fun to take my time with it. I was pretty sure that my dad had found the mess on his stomach from the night before, and that would be spinning deliciously around in his head. I couldn't wait to see how he reacted to that.

I threw on my button up shirt and left the top two buttons undone, and a pair of panties. It wasn't over the top but at the same time it was way more provocative than normal. The bottom of the shirt barely covered my ass and my dad definitely wasn't used to seeing that much of my skin. If that didn't send him a clear message then he was denser than I gave him credit for.

I went into the kitchen and he was sitting there at the kitchen table. He was sitting square with the table and had both hands wrapped around his cup and was staring at it. I had seen him do this plenty of time before. He was deep in thought and I was pretty sure what was going through his mind. He was thinking about how to handle the “situation.”

My dad was a reasonable man. What had happened last night wasn't reasonable. I saw the videos in his closet so I knew that he had secret fantasies about being with me, but I also knew my dad well enough to know that he had conditioned himself to believe that they weren't actually about me. That he had convinced himself that his fantasies were just about being with a younger woman, but I thought different. I was certain that deep down he wanted me, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity to explore my sexuality with him slip by me.

I went to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. I intentionally dropped my spoon to the floor and bent from the hips to pick it up watching his reaction from my peripheral vision. He noticed, and his face turned a shade of red as he did it. His eyes caught hold of mine and he diverted his attention from my ass and forced it back to his coffee cup. I felt a drugged sense of victory wash over me. It wouldn't be long and I would have his dick back in my mouth. Playing this game made me feel like a dirty little tramp, but I wasn't going to stop. The naughty side of my brain was in full control and I wanted it to win.

I stirred my coffee and turned to my dad.

“Good morning daddy,” I said to him with a smile.

“Morning honey,” he said seriously.

I could tell that he was fighting his urges. I could see the conflict that was going on in his brain. I was far from half naked, but the suggestion was clear enough to him and he was fighting it. This didn't discourage me. I knew that I would ultimately win, and the fact that there was conflict in his brain was a good sign and not a bad one. If there was no part of him that wanted this to happen he would have ushered me to my bedroom and insisted that I get dressed, and there would be no arguing with him.

My dad looked me in the eye and I could see him gathering his courage.

“I don't think we should sit together in my recliner anymore.”

I kind of saw this one coming. I could have just pouted and insisted, but I knew that if I did that I would lose. If I came straight at him then he would instinctively put his foot down. I had seen my mom make that mistake with him a thousand times before. She never learned, but I was more observant that she was and I wouldn't fall into that trap.

“How come daddy?”

I watched as he furrowed his brow. He hadn't seen that one coming. He had expected me to beg him to let me sit with him, and he had prepared himself to stand fast.

“Well Eva. I just think that you are getting a little old for that.”

“What difference does it make how old I am?” I made sure that I didn't get emotional about it. I didn't want this to turn into an argument. I just wanted to pose questions and get him to answer them. I knew I could convince him but only if I kept his emotions in check.

“Well when a girl gets to be your age then things start to happen in her body and in her mind sweetie. She starts to feel urges and....”

“Wait.... I'm confused dad. You are saying that because I'm getting older and I am starting to notice guys that I can't sit with my dad anymore? No offense dad but your not making a lot of sense here,” I said calmly and with a little amusement in my voice.

“What is this really about? Give it to me straight dad. You were never good at beating around the bush.” I opted to go with that, because I was pretty sure that he couldn't bring up the mess on his stomach. He just wasn't ready to bring that to the table.

“I... Uh... I guess you are right Eva. I am making a big deal about nothing. I just know that you are growing up and I want to start treating you like an adult. That's all.”

“Okay good. But your my dad, and I love sitting with you and maybe someday that will change, but why don't you let me tell you when that time comes?”

I could see in his eyes that I had won that round easily.

“Okay, but you do have to do me one favor though.”

“Sure pops. Anything,” I lied.

“You have to go back to showing less skin. I'm not comfortable with the way that you are dressed right now.”

“Okay now I'm really confused. Are you suggesting that you are attracted to me?” I asked him feeling particularly sly at this point.

“Well no of course not honey!” he lied. I could see the lie as clearly as I could see the nose on his face.

“Then what is the issue? I mean theoretically I should be able to walk around the house completely naked. I could see it if I was your secretary and we had to maintain a line of professionalism dad, but I'm your daughter. So what gives?”

“It's just that I am a man and even though...” he began but I didn't let him finish.

“I don't care if you look at me dad. A part of me wants you to. Is it so bad for you to notice that I am growing up and becoming a woman. I want to feel beautiful dad. If you check me out from time to time I would feel complimented by it. What harm is there in that?”

His face turned three shades of pink right there in front of me and I loved every second of it.

“I don't know....”

“Quit making such a big deal,” I said and I unbuttoned two more buttons on my shirt exposing quite a bit more skin and the inside curves of my breasts. “I like to be looked at dad, and I love you. There is nobody else in this world I would rather have checking me out than you.” I said seriously.

His eyes were drawn to the skin that I had just exposed to him and he subconsciously licked his lips. There was no doubt in my mind that my dad had a raging hard on and it killed me that I couldn't see the bulge in his pants.

I wanted to keep things going. I was surprised at my own boldness, but it was my dad and I trusted him completely. He wasn't rejecting me and that was all that mattered to me. I would have given him anything he wanted at that point if he'd asked me too. Even if it hurt I would have let him take my virginity right then and there, but fate had something else in mind.

The phone rang.

My dad clambered his way to the counter where the handset was, and I finally got my wish. The shorts he was wearing had a huge tent stake poking out in the middle. It was my turn to lick my lips.

It was my grandpa on the phone and my dad's mind was quickly turned to football. The next day was Sunday so they were making plans to watch football all day. I knew right then my chances for anything more were blown for quite a while. I was confronted with that issue that many women have to face. Sometimes sports were just more important to men than sex. I didn't get it, but then again who does.

I didn't give up completely though. While they were talking I finished my coffee. I knew that there was no point in trying to use my body to distract my dad from his conversation. The minute my dad started talking to my Grandpa his erection pretty much disappeared.

After I finished my coffee I got up and went back to my bedroom. I decided that I wanted to change my clothes and I decided that I wanted to find something that would catch my dad's eye without being too over the top. I liked the idea of playing with him. A part of me just wanted to walk around the house naked, but there was no fun in that. I knew I could get away with it. That he might insist I get dressed, but I also knew that his boner brain would prevent him from fighting it too awfully hard. I didn't want to go that far though. Letting him catch a glimpse of me naked while I was dressing was one thing, but walking around the house nude was another.

I decided on a pair of shorts and a white tank top. Neither of the two were anything that I had worn in three or four years. They were both still new looking but they were from back when I was ten or eleven. They were both way too small which was the look that I was going for. I didn't wear panties or a bra with them because to be totally honest a bra and panties would have looked ridiculous with this outfit. The items of clothing were so tight and exposed so much skin that the underwear would have been sticking out and would have given me a trailer trash look and that wasn't what I was going for. Although my dad may have liked it. Wasn't quite sure what his thing really was sexually. I am just saying.

My mind went to how I had actually gotten the shorts in the first place. On my tenth birthday I had begged my mom and dad to take me to Hooters for dinner. I know that sounds ridiculous but it's what happened. I had seen a commercial on television with a couple of the Hooters girls on it and I couldn't believe that they actually wore shorts that short and I wanted to see it for myself.

My mom threw a fit when my dad gave in to my pleas. I'd like to think that he was giving in to me but in reality I think he just gave in to me because it was a good excuse to go to that place and look at the girls himself.

Anyway we went and I got to see the girls for myself. I remember how sexy I thought the girls looked. They were all beautiful girls and some of them had big breasts that were overly exposed and they didn't seem to mind having all of the guys stare at them. I remember wishing that the guys were looking at me that way too, but I knew that I was only ten and that guys didn't look at girls that young that way.

I happened to be out with my dad alone the next day and I had begged him into taking me to Wal-Mart the next day and I begged him to buy me a short pair of shorts so I could pretend to be a Hooters girl. My dad's face had turned pink that day too come to think of it, but he gave in to his little girl's demands. My mom freaked out about that too, but my dad just shrugged and said “she's ten.... What's the big deal.”

I was only allowed to wear them once and that's why they still looked so new.

I put the shorts on and looked at myself in the mirror. They were white and tight that was for sure. They actually showed off a little more than I was comfortable with. I could actually see the shapes of my pubic hairs beneath the cotton so I went into the bathroom, took off my shorts and carefully shaved myself bald. I put the shorts back on and went back into my bedroom to check out the results in my full length mirror.

I could still see the shape of woman hood very clearly through the tight cotton. I went as far as to open my vagina up and put stitch line in the middle of my lips to see what my camel toe would look like through the thin material. I could actually see in pretty good detail what my pussy looked like even though I was wearing the shorts. It was the look I decided to go with. There was no way in hell my dad would be able to ignore that.

I turned around and checked out my ass in the mirror. The shorts were so tiny that almost a quarter of my ass hung out, my hipbones were completely exposed to the day, and I was once again reminded of how the Hooter girls looked. I also remembered how my dad couldn't help but to watch each girl as she walked by our table that day. There was no way he would be able to ignore me in that outfit.

The white t-shirt was equally exposing. It was way too small and the thin cotton didn't leave much to the imagination. My nipples were so apparent that I might as well not even be wearing a shirt and my cleavage was out there for his viewing pleasure. The shirt rode up above my belly button and I definitely looked slutty in the outfit. If this didn't give my dad a big fat hard on then I might as well be a guy.

I walked back out and went into the living room. I didn't want to be too obvious. I knew I needed to be patient and just let him see whenever he saw. I grabbed the remote and sat on the couch and began to channel surf. I could hear my dad still on the phone with my Grandpa. It sounded like the conversation was winding down and it wouldn't be too much longer before he came into the living room to ask what we were going to do for the day.

I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn't sure how to make it happened. I kind of just hoped that my outfit would make things happen all on its own.

Eventually my dad finished up and came into the living room with a beer in his hand. He stopped dead in his tracks and did a double take. I didn't move a muscle. My heart was beating in my ears, and I could feel my own face turn pink.

“You really want me to see that?” was all he said.

I got up from the couch after he sat down, and gave him a good look.

“Remember the Hooters girls dad?” I asked him after I turned for him slowly and let his eyes soak me in. My eyes couldn't help but to be drawn to his crotch and I was pleasantly rewarded with what I saw there. He was unconsciously adjusting himself and his package was at full attention.

“Yeah... I remember.”

“I was jealous that you were looking at those girls and not me so yeah. I want you to look at me the way that you looked at them. I want you to want me that way too. I don't care if people think it's wrong. It's what I want.”

My dad swallowed hard, and there was sweat on his brow. He wiped it off without thinking about it.

“I don't know if that's a good idea Eva.”

“Why? Because you know where this is going. Well so do I. I'm not stupid, and I'm not a little girl anymore,” I said, and my impulsive mind consumed me the next thing that came out of my mouth was over the top and I still can't believe I said it.

“I sucked your dick last night after you fell asleep and I loved every second of it. I want to do it again and again and again. Only from now on I want you to be awake when I do it.”

“I was awake last night,” he said.

My face turned beat red. I had no idea that he was awake, and the new information through me for a loop.

“You were awake?”

“Not at first mind you... But yeah I woke up the second your lips touched me,” he said, and then his face turned red and his gaze turned away from me.

“I wanted to let you know that I was awake, but at the same time I didn't want to scare you. I....” he said as he began talking to his knees. “didn't want you to stop. I know I shouldn't have let you keep going, but I just couldn't bring myself to stop you.”

I went to him and positioned myself between his legs. He wasn't sitting back on the recliner so I was able to get in close.

“I didn't want to stop daddy. I was actually hoping you would wake up and catch me doing it.”

I put my hand on his throbbing erection and I was delighted to feel him tense up with my touch. I pulled the hem of his shorts down and exposed him to the air.

“You sure about this sweetie?”

“Fuck yes daddy!” I said teasingly. “I'm positive.”

I began to stroke him. I don't know for sure if that was what I was supposed to do or not, but it felt right so I did it. He felt huge in my hand and soft, but hard as a rock at the same time. I loved the way that it looked in my hands, and I loved the way that it felt. It was so powerful looking and I wanted it back in my mouth again.

I didn't wait. I looked him in the eye as I bent down. I wanted to watch him watch me. I teased him with my tongue a little first, and he closed his eyes and moaned out.

“Oh God Eva. I can't believe your actually sucking my dick!”

I took him a little bit into my mouth and the size of him actually stretched my lips open. I tried not to let my teeth rub up against his skin because I didn't want to hurt him, but that was a challenge. He was huge in my mouth and a few times I could feel his skin against my teeth.

“OH Shit Eva! I'm gonna cum!” He said and his hands went to the back of my head.

He began pumping my head up and down on his dick and I let him have his way with my mouth.

He brought me down onto him farther than I thought I could go. It was definitely more than I would have done on my own.

He began to fuck my head. Maybe I should have been terrified by that but I wasn't. I actually kind of liked it. There was something animalistic about letting him use my face like a fuck tool and I didn't fight it. It actually made my pussy even wetter.

“Shit Eva.... You suck so damned good!” He said. I loved hearing him say that. It made me feel accomplished. I wanted to make him proud and it sounded like I was doing just that.

“Yeah that's it Eva. Use your tongue. Shit! Here I come baby!”

The first shot of goo hit the back of my throat and I did my best to swallow it down. I couldn't get it all though and I could feel it oozing past my lips. I drank what I could and the next squirt was smaller so I think I got all of it. It didn't taste like anything I have ever tasted before but it wasn't bad. I actually liked it. Mainly because it was dirty and I wanted to be dirty.

After he was done coming into my mouth I cleaned up his shaft and I even licked what I could from his hairy balls. They tasted sweaty but I didn't care. I wanted to be a good little girl and clean him up proper.

After that he stood me up.

“I want to get a good look at you Eva. I've been waiting for this day since you were little and I want to enjoy every second of it.”

“Wait. You have been waiting?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Oh,” I said. I didn't know what else to say.

He pulled my top off and my shorts down. Then he guided me over to the couch.

“Eventually I will spend more time pleasing you but right now I just can't wait. I want to make you mine right this second before you change your mind.”

“I won't change my mind,” I said.

He laid me back onto the couch and spread my legs. He positioned himself over the top of me and inserted his head into my opening. I thought that he was going to go slow but he didn't. I was just trying to relax enough to let him in when he lunged forward and plunged himself into me.

The pain ripped through my lower half, but it wasn't a horrible pain. It was a lovely pain that I wanted more of. It actually hurt in a good way. I don't know how that is possible but it's the only way that I can describe it.

“Oh God dad. Fuck me!” I squealed.

He began to pump himself in and out of me. He felt huge inside of me and in a way it kind of felt like I was having a child forced in and out of my lower region but I loved the way the friction felt down there. He spread my legs open wide and began to slam into me as far as he could go.

“You belong to me now Eva. You are mine!” he commanded as he began to fuck me.

“Yes Daddy! I'm your little girl,” I squealed. “Oh fuck daddy! I'm gonna cum.”

His thrusts became more frantic and he drilling me so hard that my head was being forced up and under the cushion on the back of the couch. He grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled my head back with it and started ramming into me with everything he had. My hips felt like they were being mashed by a pick up truck as he man handled me and fucked my pussy with everything he had. I loved the fact that he was fucking me so vigorously and I don't think I would have wanted it any other way.

“Oh shit Eva. Your pussy feels so fucking tight. God damn.... I can't believe I waited so long to have you wrapped around me!”

Hearing him talk about my pussy like it was his own little play toy sent me over the edge. I came so hard that it actually splashed against his waste and droplets sprayed out everywhere. A second later his face scrunched up and he slammed his hips into me and held himself there. Then he pumped my pussy a few more times and came deep inside of me.

I had always thought of my dad as a gentle and giving man. He had never struck me as the type to use a woman like a fuck doll, but I couldn't deny that I loved it as I laid there beneath him. I felt like a little doll as I was pinned beneath him. Like I was powerless. He could do whatever he wanted and I couldn't stop him.

I didn't even want to.






***Authors Note***



I have posted quite a few stories on this site and I am always amazed by the results.

I always love hearing feedback whether it is good or bad. A lot of times the negative feedback is more helpful to me then the positive as long as it is constructive. If you just want to say the story sucks... Go ahead, but there isn't much information for me to improve on there... lol

Anyways I encourage anyone that wants their voice to be heard. you don't have to leave your name. Just say what's on your mind... IN REGARD TO THE STORY.... I never get why people try to get other's to KIK them. I'd like to kick them don't get me wrong. LoL

And Yes... I am a man writing about the sexual exploration of a young female. Sometimes you gotta get out of your own skin and try to get into the head of the opposite sex. It can be fun. You should try it....

Thanks to all of those that took the time to give a positive rating in the first chapter. That means a lot to me and I hope that this chapter is received in the same light.

John
52 comments

fingerhut.johnReport

2014-04-02 16:10:41
She knows that the slut is experience many different men and there is a part of her that wishes she could be a slut too. (Another thing people will get mad at me for saying).

As far as any daughter is concerned ... if you want to believe that your daughter could be one of the characters in my stories. All you have to do is stop discouraging them from becoming a slut and start encouraging them to be one. Make the insinuation enough times that she's a slut, and allow her to believe that being a slut isn't such a bad thing, and she will end up fucking more men than you can count.

fingerhut.johnReport

2014-04-02 16:07:14
And I believe that every married person on the planet has cheated on their spouse many times in their heads. They may not act on their fantasies, they may not seriously consider ever actually doing it, but the thought of being with someone else does cross their mind many times throughout their marriage.

I am explaining this so you understand that when I right a story about a family it is my opinion that everyone in that family wants an exciting sex life, because I believe that everyone does. In my stories everyone gets what they want.

In our society the words slut, whore, or whatever else you want to call a girl that enjoys sex, are used to keep them from doing it. Ever hear a woman call another woman a slut with disdain in her voice? The reason she does that is because she is afraid that the 'slut' might steal her man, but there is another reason she does it. She does it because she is secretly jealous of that woman's courage to express her sexuality.

fingerhut.johnReport

2014-04-02 16:00:51
To the 'psychology of a slut' commenter (Bear with me folks this will be a long reply).

I do take my stories to the extreme. This is the world of fantasy and I am personally bored with stories that are limited to daddy makes passionate and romantic love with his daughter. As a matter of fact I believe that true romance between a father and daughter is impossible. I say that because true romance implies equality and demands compatibility and common interests between both parties. I don't personally believe that a father and daughter can be on the same level in status, experience, level of outside interests. The only thing they really have in common when they have sex is the desire to have sex. Other than that their interests are different.

As far as the 'psychology of a slut' I believe, (and most people will probably get mad at me for saying this), that we are all sluts. I believe that sex is an instinct.

Anonymous readerReport

2014-02-03 16:06:09
dude this girl is live right now on fastcam.at.vu her profile name is jenxoxo

Anonymous readerReport

2014-01-22 06:15:19
Any real old men that like to show his baby granddaughter his cum dumper? She loves ONLY OLD COCKS.. 40s 50s older the better.. email your princess with a picture of you cumming for her, and your darkest fantasy.. tell her how old you want her to be.. And she'll reply with cunt pictures and nasty things she wants her granddaddy to do.. no pictures or fantasy.. no reply pleasedomedaddydick@yahoo.com

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