Name: jeune fille 2006-07-21 8:46
I am 13, and watch longingly at my handsome father everyday. His lean, muscular physique and beautiful dark eyes are the subjects of my shameful fantasies.
He is my only family, and I am his little girl, his princess. He has watched me fall, cry, chunder, scream, sob, but deep down I know he adores me, just as I adore him.
Today I will have him. I want him to love me not just as a daughter, but as a lover. I sit at the dining table, observing him for a while. Then I saunter over and curl up beside him on the couch. I feel his strong arms wrap around my fine shoulders and his lips on top of my head.
"What do you feel like eating tonight?" he asks me, eyes locked on the evening news.
I look up at him squirm, pulling myself closer, feeling the warmth of his body through my tshirt dress.
"Anything.. dad," I breathe, wishing he would at least look at me. My father continues to be gripped by the tv. So I take drastic action, and wrap my skinny arms around his neck, pulling myself astride him, and pressing myself against his chest.
"Daddy," I whisper as I stare straight at him. He has no choice but to look in my eyes, because i'm blocking his view.
"I feel depressed today. Can you hug me.. please?"
He smiles. "Of course."
Does he realise what i'm doing? I grind slightly against his crotch, pretending to shift around. Nothing.
Maybe it's time to do something serious. Dad turns and looks at me through his elegant rimless glasses. Trembling slightly, I take them off his face. There's a fleeting expression of confusion before I lower my rosebud mouth onto his lips. At first he is frozen, the he pulls back. He knows what i'm doing now. Oh, daddy, I love you. Please love me back.
"Why?" he asks softly. Because I want you to touch me. Hold me. He tastes like coffee, as I kiss him again, this time sliding my tongue into his mouth. Daddy doesn't push me away now, not when his little girl is so ripe and luscious. I take his hand and push between my legs. His fingers stroke me through my panties, and I sigh. Now I feel it. I feel his hard tool poking at me as I straddle him.
"Please, daddy, do it," I moan into his ear. Slowly, he slides his fingers inside my panties, rubbing my slick pussy gently.
"Yes.." I cry softly. His hand makes me dizzy with pleasure. I unbutton his shirt urgently, and run my hands over his pale but beautifully sculpted torso. He leans towards me and kisses my dainty neck.
"I don't know why you're doing this to me," he whispers, "but you're so beautiful."
My hips buck against his hand as I come. Daddy lifts my dress up and kisses my body which is blushing with shameful desire. I can feel his tongue teasing my budding breasts and I almost faint, but his wiry arms cradle my back, supporting me.
"I want you to.. to.."
It's embarassing, I can't bring myself to ask.
"Daddy please, just.."
He snakes his arms around my waist, holding me against his deliciously hard body. "You don't have to do this, darling. I love you, but I shouldn't be touching you."
"Daddy please fuck me," I breathe into his ear. "Now."
My hands work at his belt, pulling it loose, then unzipping his trousers. His cock is standing to attention, and I stroke my little hands over his boxers. I can hear him draw in a breath, weakening at my touch.
He tugs my panties down my thighs and I push his boxers down, impaling myself on his stiff tool. Grinding my little hips against him, feeling him slide inside me.
"I love you Daddy," I whimper as I lose my maidenhood in his arms. His lips are sucking at my mouth, sucking at my tongue, tasting me, drinking me in. I smell his aftershave and the scent of imported cigarettes, and feel his stubble grazing at my cheeks.
"Daddy, do you love me?" I ask afterwards. He looks at me with his beautiful dark eyes. I put my hands on his sickeningly perfect face, gazing at his aquiline nose and cupid's bow lips. My handsome father, mine.
"Of course."
He is my only family, and I am his little girl, his princess. He has watched me fall, cry, chunder, scream, sob, but deep down I know he adores me, just as I adore him.
Today I will have him. I want him to love me not just as a daughter, but as a lover. I sit at the dining table, observing him for a while. Then I saunter over and curl up beside him on the couch. I feel his strong arms wrap around my fine shoulders and his lips on top of my head.
"What do you feel like eating tonight?" he asks me, eyes locked on the evening news.
I look up at him squirm, pulling myself closer, feeling the warmth of his body through my tshirt dress.
"Anything.. dad," I breathe, wishing he would at least look at me. My father continues to be gripped by the tv. So I take drastic action, and wrap my skinny arms around his neck, pulling myself astride him, and pressing myself against his chest.
"Daddy," I whisper as I stare straight at him. He has no choice but to look in my eyes, because i'm blocking his view.
"I feel depressed today. Can you hug me.. please?"
He smiles. "Of course."
Does he realise what i'm doing? I grind slightly against his crotch, pretending to shift around. Nothing.
Maybe it's time to do something serious. Dad turns and looks at me through his elegant rimless glasses. Trembling slightly, I take them off his face. There's a fleeting expression of confusion before I lower my rosebud mouth onto his lips. At first he is frozen, the he pulls back. He knows what i'm doing now. Oh, daddy, I love you. Please love me back.
"Why?" he asks softly. Because I want you to touch me. Hold me. He tastes like coffee, as I kiss him again, this time sliding my tongue into his mouth. Daddy doesn't push me away now, not when his little girl is so ripe and luscious. I take his hand and push between my legs. His fingers stroke me through my panties, and I sigh. Now I feel it. I feel his hard tool poking at me as I straddle him.
"Please, daddy, do it," I moan into his ear. Slowly, he slides his fingers inside my panties, rubbing my slick pussy gently.
"Yes.." I cry softly. His hand makes me dizzy with pleasure. I unbutton his shirt urgently, and run my hands over his pale but beautifully sculpted torso. He leans towards me and kisses my dainty neck.
"I don't know why you're doing this to me," he whispers, "but you're so beautiful."
My hips buck against his hand as I come. Daddy lifts my dress up and kisses my body which is blushing with shameful desire. I can feel his tongue teasing my budding breasts and I almost faint, but his wiry arms cradle my back, supporting me.
"I want you to.. to.."
It's embarassing, I can't bring myself to ask.
"Daddy please, just.."
He snakes his arms around my waist, holding me against his deliciously hard body. "You don't have to do this, darling. I love you, but I shouldn't be touching you."
"Daddy please fuck me," I breathe into his ear. "Now."
My hands work at his belt, pulling it loose, then unzipping his trousers. His cock is standing to attention, and I stroke my little hands over his boxers. I can hear him draw in a breath, weakening at my touch.
He tugs my panties down my thighs and I push his boxers down, impaling myself on his stiff tool. Grinding my little hips against him, feeling him slide inside me.
"I love you Daddy," I whimper as I lose my maidenhood in his arms. His lips are sucking at my mouth, sucking at my tongue, tasting me, drinking me in. I smell his aftershave and the scent of imported cigarettes, and feel his stubble grazing at my cheeks.
"Daddy, do you love me?" I ask afterwards. He looks at me with his beautiful dark eyes. I put my hands on his sickeningly perfect face, gazing at his aquiline nose and cupid's bow lips. My handsome father, mine.
"Of course."