Daddy's Girl
Another day at work finished, I steer my small, foreign beater car onto the driveway, hearing the suspension groaning in protest as the vehicle passes up the rising concrete slope and to a stop. My spirits lift as I park beside my daddy's truck. It is always such a joy to my normally somber mood when I discover he is home before me.
Unable to keep from smiling as I think of the smell of his cologne and his strong arms wrapping around me, there is a spring in my step as I walk to the top of the driveway, pass around the front of his truck, and take the sidewalk to the porch steps - one, two, three - and I am quickly at the door and inside.
Allowing my brown leather purse strap to slide off my right shoulder I drape it over the back of a dining room chair which is only a few feet beyond the door. I see that daddy has already brought in the mail, and my eyes briefly scan what is there - daddy's electric bill, another credit card offer, and two charities undoubtedly asking for money.
Finding nothing of interest I walk past an open doorway the dining room shares with the den and glance in to see the top of daddy's head rising above the recliner. A surge of excitement runs through me as I think of curling up on his lap, cuddling along his left side with his strong arms embracing me. How I love my daddy, and how he loves me!
"Hi Daddy," I call out to let him know I am home, not yet showing my excitement.
Over the voice of the news anchor reporting on another California wildfire he greets me with, "Hi baby-girl, there's a pizza on the kitchen table."
"Thanks Daddy."
The first thing I want to do is to get out of my blouse. The clips on the back of the name tag I am required to wear at the grocery store where I work as a checker have a habit of rubbing on the bare skin of my upper chest and chafing it. But, after working a longer-than-normal shift, the rumbling of my empty tummy and the delicious smell of an all-meat pizza are more than I can bear.
Walking straight back into the kitchen I carefully separate an inviting piece, fold it over to try and keep from unintentionally spilling any of the toppings on the floor, and take it with me down a short hall and into my bedroom. There is no need to close the door, I have nothing to hide from daddy and he has nothing to hide from me. We have always shared a special love for one another, and over the years this has only grown deeper.
Sitting on the closest edge of my bed I take several bites, silently scolding myself as a brief stream of hot, greasy olive oil spills onto a leg of the dark slacks I am wearing. It immediately soaks through and the heat from it is enough to issue a slight burning sensation that quickly dissipates.
Returning my attention back to the pizza I quickly finish it off, rubbing the fingers of my hands together to brush off the crumbs.
"Hmm, that hit the spot," I comment to no one as I stand back up and walk to a full-length mirror daddy secured to the back of my open closet door several years earlier.
We did not always live here. No, we moved a few months after mom was killed - staying in the same house we all shared left too many memories for daddy to deal with and so a counselor he had been seeing suggested the move. As it turns out, we're both much happier on account of it.
"You don't look nineteen," I say to myself as I gaze briefly at my clothed body, dissatisfied with the relatively small size of my boobs, not that daddy ever complains.
I have seen smaller ones, and mine are nice and firm, but they lack the round fullness other women enjoy. I gently cup them in my palms, teasing the nipples with my thumbs, turning my head in the direction of the den and smiling mischievously as the tips eagerly respond. Shaking the thought from my mind I get busy undressing.
Working as a cashier bums me out at times as I know I have more to offer. I see the mothers coming in with their children sitting in the carts completely oblivious of what is occurring as I swipe a credit card three times, reporting to the distressed women that the charge has been denied. They dig around and find another, but with the same result in many cases.
Sighing in frustration I can see them thinking as they look over the items, trying to determine what they had to have and what could be returned. The toys are the first to go, candy intended for the children as the purchase is reduced. They ask me how much will it cost now, and I clear the order to scan it in once more. They reluctantly pull out cash, digging for change in some cases.
I feel sorry for these families, and embarrassed for them as an impatient line forms behind them as a result. A few times I pulled out my own card to buy the children a toy, or to help them buy diapers or formula. But as this is happening more frequently now, I sadly find I cannot continue this.
But coming home to daddy, this is my escape. I know how much he loves me, and my heart fills with joy when I can be close to him. I have stripped down to nothing and open my top dresser drawer standing next to the closet to retrieve my "comfy" clothes - a pair of thin shorts daddy was going to throw out on account of the fraying stitching along one side of the elastic band, and an old t-shirt of his.
The shorts are too big for me but I have gathered some of the stretchy elastic and pinned it together with a safety pin, which is enough to hold them up on my slender hips. I like the roomy interior for several reasons - all of them naughty, I remind myself as I catch the reflection of my brightly smiling eyes and grinning lips in the mirror.
As I pull his old t-shirt on over my head I deeply breathe in his scent. My eyes close as I bask in the wondrous smell that always fills me with such happiness. This simple act chases away the darkness in my heart and makes me anticipate spending the evening at home with him, just the two of us.
He is my rock, and I feel so safe and loved when I am curled in his arms. When my eyes open I can see his thin white sleeveless shirt hanging on me, but I love having all the extra space for daddy to work with.
After spraying myself with daddy's favorite perfume I walk back into the kitchen. I open an overhead wood cabinet door and get up on my tiptoes to carefully retrieve a plate. I place it on the table beside the pie and slide two more pieces onto it and leave the rest for daddy. My eyes widen as my tummy hungrily growls and I lean over the pizza to breathe in the delicious aroma as it wafts up.
I do not hear daddy walking in until his plate is placed on the table beside mine. When I turn to face him his strong arms coil around my waist and pull me closer into his body. I shudder in delight as I savor every moment he spends with me.
"Thanks for the pizza Daddy, it tastes great."
"It does," he agrees and leans forward to lovingly kiss my forehead. "The pizza may taste great but you feel and smell even better."
I giggle like a schoolgirl as a tingle shoots up my spine, causing my nipples to stiffen beneath his shirt I am wearing. He always has a way of making me feel so loved and so very special, and I love him all the more for this uncanny ability. Tears of joy form in my eyes, and one manages to escape my effort to hold them back and rolls down my left cheek. He smiles widely and lifts his hands to my face, wiping the tear away with a thumb as he gently cups my face.
"I love you so much baby-girl, more than you can ever imagine." His voice is soft and is filled with such sincerity that it tugs at my heart.
"I know you do Daddy, you show me in all that you do for me," I respond. "And I love you with all my heart."
"I was concerned when I got home to find you missing. I'm glad I checked the messages. When you left me one explaining you had to work late, my concern changed to disappointment."
My smile fades only to be replaced by a cute pout. "I'm so sorry, Daddy, I never want to disappoint you. I promise I'll make it up to you."
He tenderly pulls my head in toward his, kissing my forehead. Tilting my face up, his soft lips randomly kiss me all over except for my mouth. I giggle and close my eyes to feel his lips kissing the lids, something he knows I love, before trailing down each cheek and finally brushing against my lips.
I want nothing more than to open my mouth and kiss him deeply, but this comes after. Feeling his warm breath rushing over my face as his mouth lightly caresses mine excites me greatly. My hard nipples tighten into beads and anxiously throb. Heat begins to form in my loins, making me long to feel him loving me again.
His head backs away, his piercing blue eyes locking on my emerald green ones. He smiles that smile I never tire of seeing, feeling his love radiating through my flesh, warming my heart.
"You never disappoint me," daddy assures me, and I feel better about having had to work late.
When he winks I know what is coming next. My eyes lower to his lips as my mouth parts, eager for the kiss I know he is about to bless me with. My lids flutter and, as he leans forward, they close. He pulls me tightly into his body as our lips meet. The kiss is instantly passionate because we are both already aroused and in need of each other's company. I welcome his tongue into my mouth as they feverishly entwine.
I would like nothing more than for him to sit me on the table. My legs would eagerly widen for him as my bald pussy is already getting hot and wet. We must both be thinking the same thing because his arms move to my waist and he lifts me up, my tight ass forcing our plates to noisily slide back and make room for me.
No undressing is required. I feel his right hand sliding up the oversized leg of the shorts I am wearing, his shorts, and shudder as his fingers press against the silky outer folds of my sex. I know he can feel the humid heat I am emanating. The intimate touching causes my tongue to kiss him harder - my arms wrap around his neck to mesh our mouths together
Daddy touches me just long enough to tease, to awaken my desire, and seconds later his hand withdraws. My soaring heart sinks as I realize this is not to be, not this time. He steps back and grabs my waist, helping me off the table and onto my feet. I want to complain but I know this is how he likes it, daddy cherishes the teasing, to string me along. But I also know this only makes it more intense when we do finally give in to what we both want.
"The pizza is getting cold," he offers in explanation with a wink, but we both know the truth.
Sticking out my tongue at him, the disappointment written all over my face, he quietly laughs as he slides the remaining three slices onto his plate. I stand there at the table, eyes glaring at the doorway to the den, and finish eating mine. With my hunger sated for the moment I join daddy, climbing onto his lap to cuddle against his left side. How I love to cuddle.
He is just starting his last piece and needs both hands and so I patiently wait. The local news is on - boring - and I know the national news will follow. After spending so much time together we both know the other's routine.
My mind wanders... I think of my mother and feel a twinge of sadness. Her loss is still difficult for both of us, but especially for daddy. I cannot recall how many nights we spent holding one another as we tried to deal with the grief and anguish.
That was when he first touched me. It was last year, accidentally I am sure and so he claimed, perhaps thinking I was her. But I did not mind, I was and am always willing to do anything to help ease his pain, our pain.
The gentle caresses were delightful, and over the course of several weeks our forbidden mutual attraction led to the special love we continue to share and together draw such strength from. Our home, the deep love we have, this is our lifeboat when the emotional storms of loss begin to rage.
His left elbow bumps my chest as she leans down to place the empty plate on the floor beside the chair. He next activates the handle to life the footrest and angled the recliner back. Once this has been accomplished I feel his left arm encircling my shoulders and hold me close. This is my paradise, my escape from harsh reality as daddy surrounds me with his love as if a blanket.
Now the game we play begins. I press the side of my face upon his upper chest, listening to the reassuring breathing and regular rhythm of his heart. My right boob is crushed against his side, but the other one jiggles slightly with every motion and scrapes over his chest. The teasing sends a shiver down my spine and once more my arousal begins to awaken, just as I know his is also.
My left hand creeps across his midsection, unfastens a button to create an opening, and sneaks inside. I purr in utter delight as I feel the warmth of his broad chest, the thin curls of hair sliding under and between my open fingers. I sigh with complete relaxation as my hand moves across and back, across and back, index finger briefly pausing to toy with the flat nipples before rising to his shoulders to caress his hard muscles.
The arm around my shoulders shifts position and the hand threads its way under my arm to rest beneath my left boob. I smile inwardly - a tingling rush of excitement passes through my body knowing that he will soon be touching me. My nipples harden in anticipation and begin to throb. A moment later I feel his palm sliding up to cover the small but firm swell, ever so lightly squeezing as his thumb playfully passes over the stiff tip.
My right arm reaches around his neck to pull myself up. I nuzzle my mouth against the base of his neck, kissing and nibbling on the wonderfully scented skin. His body shudders, encouraging me, and I increase the power of my kisses. Hungry for more my mouth kisses up the closest side of his neck and moves to his lips. When he turns to look at me our eyes lock - silently we communicate our deep love for one another. And then he leans closer to kiss my eager mouth.
Heart racing, I lose myself in the loving embrace. With lips apart our tongues anxiously extend to taste each other, the lingering flavor of pizza detectable as the wet muscles entwine. To be in his arms as I am now is intoxicating. This is what I crave. This is what gets me through the day, knowing that this awaits me upon my return home. My daddy is all that I want, all that I need.
I kiss him deeply and he is doing the same - we cannot get enough of one another to satisfy our mutual hunger. I need my daddy so badly now. Moving my legs in slight scissor-like motions, the left resting on top of the right, I can feel my ample wetness that is moistening my awakening center. With the heat in my loins intensifying I kiss him even harder and he responds.
The hand on my left boob squeezes harder, thumb and index finger twisting and tugging on the swollen peak. I moan into his mouth and he knows how badly I need him to do oh so much more.
Breathless, my mouth backs away. Our eyes lock as we are both panting for air. I smile warmly and speak once more, "I love you so much, Daddy."
He smiles back. "I know, baby-girl, I know."
His right hand reaches across his body and grips my right knee to pull me across his lap. Tingling excitement surges though my very being as I quickly find myself straddling his crotch. I can feel the bulge inside his pants as it throbs against my ass. My body slides down a bit to place this upon the lips of my bald, leaking pussy. This feels so wonderful, so right. I want him now more than ever.
His hands snake under his shirt that I am wearing and I gasp when feeling them simultaneously clutching both breasts. Soft moans sound as I relish this moment, savoring the nearly overwhelming rush of delightful sensations that accompany his fondling. I feel a slight squirting between my legs and know I I am in great need of him.
With my urgency building my hands move to his pants and start to free what is waiting within. I reach my right hand inside, fingers wrapping around the rigid, pulsating shaft of his cock. The fingers of my left tug the front of his undershorts down so it can be released.
"Oh!" I hear myself desperately moaning.
Both of my hands surround and start stroking the towering column. After I tug the left oversized leg to expose my sex, the underside of his hardness is resting flush against the puffy folds of my cunt. I eagerly rub myself against the welcome hardness.
Juice coats the skin that is tightly stretched. Unable to wait any longer, I rise up on my knees and bring myself back down to impale myself upon him, softly crying out as the rounded tip widens my heated canal and slides inside.
"Oh Daddy! Daddy!" I weakly chant as my breaths become frantic gasps.
I cannot get enough. Needing to feel his love buried deeply inside me I feverishly rock up and down, working the length further into me. Aided by my flowing wetness he fills my being with his love. In a fit of passion I rip his shirt open and listen to the sweet sounds of his buttons flying. I will find them and sew them back on, but not now. Now I will cherish his love.
His hands grasp my hips, holding me in position as he thrusts upward and withdraws in an unrelenting series of intimate strokes. We both groan in delight as we relish our coupling forms. It does not take long for me to climax, releasing a flood of hot nectar as I wildly convulse in amazing spasms.
Afterwards his body stiffens and begins to erupt. Powerful streams of thick, milky cum fill my canal. Our bodies continue the frantic movements until we are both spent. I throw myself against his chest to enjoy the feeling of his arms holding me close. We rest for a short time before he silences the television and leads me to his bed. The night is only beginning.