I woke up Monday morning with that itch I get sometimes. My breathing was deep and slow and I was a little flush. I was really warm all over and I felt the fire smoldering down below. I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair and put it up in a ponytail. I put on my running outfit, a blue sports bra, yoga shorts and Nikes and headed off. It was the perfect morning for a fast run. I could smell the clean air and hear the birds chirping and felt the sun warming my body. I was going for a run to the park hoping a workout would scratch my itch.
Well, I ran the two miles to the park in 13:30, a really good run time for me. I was doing some stretches and breathing exercises before the run home. The exercise was invigorating, but it did nothing to scratch my itch.
An older man from the neighborhood approached and we chatted. He lived on the other side of the park. We saw each other all the time and usually we just smiled and waved. I continued doing my stretches and he chatted away, clearly checking me out. As it turns out, I reminded him of his daughter and he wanted to know if I could do him a special favor.
One thing I admire about older men is they get right to the point. This guy was no different. I stopped stretching and stood right in front of him. I gave him a little smile and held out my hand,
"I'm Samantha. Pleased to meet you."
He said, "I'm Wayne. Pleased to meet you, Samantha. If I'm you correct, you are the one girl to fulfill my ultimate fantasy. Are you interested?"
I waited a minute before responding, "How can I help you?"
He seemed relieved and gave me a big smile. His request was straightforward. He would pay me $100 to dress up like his daughter so he could pretend to have sex with her. Well, I've always had a whore fantasy, but I had never considered an incest fantasy. The idea was intriguing.
My inner slut was screaming, 'Do it!'
He showed me a picture of his daughter. "Her name is Missy", he said.
She was a pretty 19-year-old brunette with blue eyes. He was right, she looked just like me.
He showed me another picture and said, "In my fantasy she's dressed like this. You can change at my place."
I looked at him and smiled. I told him I could be there in a couple hours. He agreed and gave me his address.
As I turned to run home, he said, "Samantha. Don't shower." I smiled as I ran off.
I stopped at the store to pick up some hair color on the way. I undressed and followed the directions on the box. I put the coloring in my hair and set the timer. Next, I shaved my little muff with a straight-razor and finished it off with hair removal gel.
My pussy was smooth and bare. I rubbed lotion on my mound to make it baby soft. Once my hair was done, I brushed it out and looked in the mirror. A pretty, green-eyed brunette with a soft clean-shaven pussy was looking back. It was all I could do to keep my hands off myself and save it for Daddy.
I put my sweaty running outfit back on and rode my bike to his place. I rode down the driveway and into the back yard. I went on the back porch and knocked on the screen door.
"It's open, come on in." I went in and found him in his office. He was sitting in a big brown leather chair.
"Good lord, Samantha! You look just like her! You can change in there." he said, pointing at an adjoining bedroom.
I changed into the outfit that was on the bed. A classic schoolgirl outfit complete with Sadie Oxfords and white stockings, white cotton panties and bra, red and black plaid tartan skirt and a white top. I checked myself in the mirror. I could see why this was his fantasy.
I turned to go into his office and he was standing there watching me.
