It felt a little strange to be searching through a girl's dresser without her permission. It was even stranger knowing that I was looking for sexy garments to seduce that girl's father...
But that was exactly what I was now doing.
It was Saturday noontime. I stood naked in his Steve's daughter's bedroom. My Daddy had gone downstairs to do some tidying and housework. After giving me an incredible orgasm, he had invited me to slip into something sexy and use his backyard hot tub.
It seemed like the perfect thing to do. My body was a little sore from the pounding I had gotten the previous night. But it was good sore. It was a reminder that I was no longer a virgin. I had found a sexy Daddy who made me his. He popped my cherry and claimed me. He made me his little girl.
I flipped through the bikinis in the drawer I had opened. It was obvious that Steve's daughter was slim, like me, but not well-endowed. I pulled out a baby-blue two piece and strapped the brasier over my chest. I had thought it might be too loose given that I didn't have nice boobies of my own, but surprisingly it hugged my pecs nicely. I pulled out the matching bikini bottom and slipped into it.
Looking in the mirror, I admired myself. I was very proud of my ass, the way it popped out, round and smooth. In this moment though, I also admired my legs. I wasn't tall by any measure, but my legs were well-shaped. I had shaved them and they were smooth and feminine.
I strutted from the room and down the hall, grabbing a towel from the closet. Heading down the stairs, I heard sounds from the garage and I went towards the door that I thought led out there. Opening it, I stepped onto the garage's cold cement floor, sending shivers from my bare feet up my legs.
Daddy was pouring gasoline into a large lawnmower. He looked the epitome of masculinity. Rugged, working, handsome.
"Mowing the lawn, daddy?" I asked.
Steve looked up and grinned.
"I was waiting to see which outfit you'd choose, sexy girl. Mmmm, you look delicious."
I blushed and smiled.
Finishing filling up the tank, Daddy stood up and screwed the cap back on the gas tank, putting it on a shelf.
"Let me show you where the tub is," he said, walking over to me and taking my hand.
He led me out the back door. It was a large backyard. Garden beds lined the tall fences. Against the house there was a patio with a large barbecue and table set. The lush green grass stretched out beyond the patio stones.
I could imagine Daddy barbecuing with a beer in his hand. The thought aroused me.
Against the garage under a pergola was a large hot tub. The pergola offered some shade from the warm sun, and some privacy from neighbors.
Daddy led me by my hand up to the tub. There were some stairs that led up, but Daddy grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up effortlessly onto the lip of the tub. He leaned in and gave me a sloppy kiss, his beard tickling my chin.
"Have fun and relax while I mow the lawn," he ordered, breaking our kiss and heading back into the garage.
"Ok, Daddy!" I replied.
Daddy turned out and brought a finger up to his lips, hushing me. He pointed over the fence and mouthed "nosey neighbors".
I grinned and mimed zipping my lips. I didn't want our secret relationship to get out.
Dipping my toe into the warm water, I instantly felt a sense of relaxation flood over me. I slid into the water and sighed, letting it engulf me.
It felt soothing against my body. Moreover, the bikini felt comfortable, as if I was meant to wear it when in the water. The fabric hugged my body just right.
I closed my eyes and let my mind go blank as I enjoyed the feeling of the jets against my back.
A few minutes later, I heard the rumble of an engine. I turned and saw that Daddy had pushed the lawnmower out to the lawn and had pulled the rip cord. I changed position in the tub so that I could watch him.
As he pushed the mower up and down his backyard, I saw his muscle shirt darken with spots of sweat. A bead of moisture could be seen on his forehead. He looked so sexy though.
Even though it had been less than an hour since I had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life, I couldn't help myself. I reached down under the water and started to rub myself from outside the bikini bottoms. My cock responded quickly, swelling at my touch.
I started thinking about what Daddy had said this morning. About inviting two of his friends over for "playtime".
The thought caused my cock to swell faster. But it also caused my heart to race.
I had only had sex for the first time less than 24 hours ago. I had been a virgin for years, too scared to come out of the closet and too scared to try to be with a real man. And I had been most terrified about the idea of someone finding out about my secret kink.
Now, I was preparing to let three grown men have their way with me. I would let all of them see me in my vulnerable state, dressed up in some girly outfit, begging for their cock. I would be letting multiple men penetrate me -- I knew that for sure. I felt that I wouldn't be able to help myself when they got naked.
Was I ready for that? Was it too much, too quickly?
A million thoughts swirled through my head. STIs, non-consent, getting hurt, getting blackmailed. The rational part of my brain fought for control.
But then, a more powerful thought floated to the surface.
I pictured myself on my knees, dressed girly, with three cocks in my face. I pictured taking one in each hand and another in my mouth.
I felt my body relax again. This was my birthday weekend. My time to have exactly what I wanted. And this was what I wanted more than anything else.
What's more, I knew my Daddy wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.
For the next hour, I lounged in the hot tub, before getting out and tip toeing over to a long lounge chair in the sun.
Daddy finished his lawn mowing and went inside, grabbing a beer and bringing out some sun lotion for me. Taking a sip of his beer, he knelt down next to me and quirted some lotion over his hands. He began to massage the lotion onto my body.
Eyes closed, I smiled with pleasure.
He rubbed my shoulders and neck and then my tummy. Before he headed down for my legs, he let his hands slip under my bikini bottoms and he grasped my boi clitty. It was not hard, but not completely soft either. He gave it a quick tug before withdrawing and rubbing my legs.
"You have beautiful legs, Emma," he complimented me.
"Aww, thanks Daddy!"
A loud ding split the air.
Daddy reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, reading a text.
"Mark and Chris are good to come over this afternoon," he said, after reading the message.
I nodded.
"But they're asking if they can get a sneak peak of what they're in for," he continued, searching my face for a reaction.
"Like what?" I asked, nervously.
"Well, what if I sent them a picture of you on this lounger?" he asked.
I paused nervously.
"Umm, I don't know about that," I replied shyly.
"I'll send them a disappearing message," Daddy continued, "And I promise they won't share it. They just want to see the cute girl I can't stop talking about."
I looked up into Daddy's eyes and saw his reassurance. I acquiesced.
"Ok, Daddy."
Steve stood up and backed up, pointing his phone at me.
"Ok babygirl, give me your sexiest pose."
Thinking back to all of the magazine pictures I'd seen of models sunbathing, I flared my chest slightly, lifted one knee up, and curled my toes. Looking off to the side, I heard Daddy take the picture.
"Fuck you look gorgeous," he said, admiring the picture.
I felt a rush of excitement, feeling sexy and objectified.
Turning over onto my tummy, my ass pointed into the air, I crossed my legs in midair. Daddy came around for a side profile and took another shot.
"They are going to absolutely go nuts over that ass," he said, smiling.
My work done, I sat up and ushered Daddy to sit next to me. I leaned over his shoulder and watched him send the pictures to his friends.
Barely a second passed before the first reply came.
"Holy shit, she's gorgeous!" came a message from Mark.
"Of fuck, Steve, you weren't lying, that ass is incredible!" came the reply from Chris.
Steve typed back, "So you'll both be here at 3?"
"Fuck ya!" "See you then"
Daddy closed his phone and leaned over, kissing me on the forehead.
"I think you're going to have a lot of fun today."
"Me too," I replied.
Daddy headed back over to put away the lawn mower. I grabbed my towel, patting off any remaining moisture, and headed back inside to tidy up. Making my way back upstairs to the master bedroom, I slipped into the bathroom and into the shower. I rinsed the chlorine off and washed my hair.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and swirled some mouthwash. Searching through his wife's drawer, I found some strawberry-scented body lotion and applied it all over. Satisfied, I walked naked back down the hall to his daughter's room. At the dresser, I carefully applied some pink lip gloss, making my lips shine. I noticed two hairbands. While my hair was shorter, there was just enough for me to create two small pigtails. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought it might look goofy. But it also made me feel more girly, and that's what mattered.
Wandering into her closet for the third time that weekend, I searched more thoroughly through the outfits. Eventually, I stumbled on something that was too perfect.
Tucked at the back, obviously untouched for a few years, was a schoolgirl outfit. The plaid skirt, pleated nicely, the tight-fitting blouse. I pulled it off the rack and admired it. Although my school hadn't had uniforms, I had often admired the girls at the school down the road who did wear them. I had wished I could wear one too.
I brought the outfit out into the bedroom and laid it on the bed. Returning to the dresser, I searched through the drawers for suitable panties and stockings.
For the panties, I settled on some white lace panties, which I thought would look cute under the red plaid skirt.
For the stockings, I selected a pair of knee-high cotton stockings that had little bows at the top.
I pulled the panties on first, adjusting them to fit around my plump butt. I pulled the stockings on next, adjusting the bands at the base of my thighs. Next came the skirt and finally the blouse.
Looking in the mirror again, I was struck at just how girlish I looked. I felt like I could almost pass at the girls' school if I wanted to. I hoped Daddy and his friends would think so too.
Finishing getting ready, I walked back down the hall and found Daddy changing in the bedroom.
