Hi Daddy! Are you home? Xx
I was but secretly I was hoping not to get this message from my daughter Michaela tonight. Tonight I had a date for the first time in months, and had really worked myself up thinking about the gorgeous 20-something who was the inspiration for my most recent fantasies. Her name was Rhi, blonde and curvy with tattoos that just screamed 'Fuck Me!'. No way was I missing out on that.
"Sorry baby girl, I'm headed out tonight. Maybe tomorrow? Dad x"
With that sorted I started preparing for the evening ahead. I had a night of drunken debauchery planned, and knew that she would be a very willing participant. She had this fantasy about meeting a total stranger in a seedy bar, and inviting him to fuck her in the stalls, so tonight we were heading to the dodgiest dive I knew, to try and grant her wish.
I looked at myself in the mirror. At 45 I was still in good shape, keeping my hair and beard trimmed well, as well as grooming in other, more intimate places. According to my daughter, I didn't have a traditional "dad bod" and a few of her friends had gone through a phase of giggling and whispering whenever I was around. My ex-wife always said the teenagers fancied me, and being a teacher she had a way of knowing what they were thinking.
Another ping, again from my daughter.
"Mum kicked me out and I have nowhere to go, please Daddy I need to come see you xxxxxx"
Damn. That many kisses meant she was definitely getting her own way.
"Sure sweetie, come on over. Takeout and PJ night?"
I messaged Rhi hoping we could just postpone, the chance she would be free for me again any time soon was slim, but being a dad would always come first, no matter how frustrated I was.
Ping.
"Thank you daddy, I'll be there in the next half hour. Love you xxxx"
Right. Half hour. Not enough time for much but I could at least get rid of this raging hard on I'd had most of the day. I lay back on my bed and searched up my video of the month, a clip of this gorgeous teen, must be 18/19 being filmed walking down the road wearing this tiny skirt and a bikini top, but keeping her face blurred out. It was night time and she kept stopping to show the camera her perfectly smooth pussy, which was framed by a large dove tattoo on her stomach. I pulled my aching cock from my boxers and slowly stroked myself, knowing I was not going to last long as the first drops of precum eased out of me. The video followed her to a railing by the side of a road, and as she climbed up it, she turned around. I held me breath for this, knowing what would happen as she suddenly spread her hairless pussy lips, and sat on the ball of the railing, taking as much in as she could. I must've been pumping my hand faster than I realised, as before I knew it, I groaned loudly and released several thick ropes of cum into my hand and up my shirt. Looking at the clock I had only a few minutes to get changed and make myself presentable for my daughter's arrival.
We hadn't seen each other in a few months, we lived so far apart. Even the phone calls were in spurts, so the thought of her coming to see me specially was really nice, and unexpected. I put on some spray and slippers and started to make my way downstairs, when I realised my baby girl had already arrived. She was sat on the edge of her bed, with a strange look on her face, and I knew she must've heard me next door. I forgot she had a key to this house.
"Hey baby girl I didn't hear you come in?"
She bounced up to me and hugged me hard. God she'd grown up recently, looking more like her mother each day, still quite short at 5'3", but with the most amazing dyed red hair that flowed all the way down to the small of her back. As she pressed against me I could feel how she was turning from my baby girl into a gorgeous woman.
"It's ok Daddy, I didn't want to disturb you."
There was the faintest hint of a smile on her face, and as she stood on tiptoe to kiss me on the cheek, there was the slightest smell of musk, something I couldn't think of here. Not now.
Making my excuses I went downstairs to go order our meal, and try to keep my head in check. My thoughts kept turning to Rhi, maybe we could go out tomorrow night, I'd show her exactly what she's missing tonight. I tried ringing her quickly, but no answer. I think it was definitely me missing out.
The evening passed quietly, we ate, and sat down to watch a film, her choice tonight. It was some god-awful American Pie crap, Nice views, but not my sort of thing. What was interesting was seeing the look on my daughters face during the sex scenes. She was squirming in her seat, looking really uncomfortable, but the blush in her cheeks, and the musk in the room told a different story. She reminded me so much of her mother. Just then her phone rang, she shot up and ran to the kitchen. I heard shouting and went to see what was happening, and saw my daughter in floods of tears.
"Here! You speak to the bitch!"
Michaela shoved the phone into my chest and I heard her running upstairs, before I spoke to my ex-wife on the phone.
"Hello? Hello? Are you there Kayla?"
"Hi Nat sorry she's run upstairs. What's going on?"
"Brett, you don't even know the half of it. Shit in school, shit with boys. See if you can get some sense out of her, I am done!".
And with that, she hung up. This was her standard pattern. She'd let me have almost no contact with our daughter till she decided she'd had enough, and then chuck her my way and expect me to pick up all the pieces. I love my little girl, but I would rather be there for the good times, not just the bad.
I went up to Kayla's room, and knocked on the door. "Baby can I come in?" No answer. I opened the door as quietly as possible to see that she was sprawled across her bed, one knee pulled up to her chest, and sucking her thumb. She looked so young seeing her like this, it was hard to see how my sweet baby girl had changed into this beautiful woman. I went to go sit with her, sitting down gently so as not to wake her. I rubbed her shoulder, squeezing slightly as she sighed happily under her breath. She turned in to face me, cuddling me and wrapping her leg over my lap. I didn't realise how much she must've been turned on watching that film earlier. She was so hot, and wet against my thigh. It felt so wrong to be having these thoughts, I tried moving but she just held me tighter. I just prayed her hands stayed where they were. I could feel her breath against my chest, little twitches in her hands, the hands I created, as she unconsciously rubbed circles in my side. She pressed her sex up closer to me, almost straddling me. I was her father for god's sake, I had to get out of there. "Cuddle me daddy?" I froze. I thought she'd been dreaming but the fact she knew it was me was as frightening as it was arousing. I instantly felt the blood rush to my cock. I felt harder than ever before and it was my daughter causing this. It was so wrong, but that just increased the need to do, well, I wasn't sure but I couldn't sit here like this.
Michaela's Thoughts.