Belonged Only To My Daddy Ch 01

I always knew that my virginity belonged only to my daddy. I was going to give it to him, because I never loved anyone else, and because he'd always been the man of my life. I never wanted to admit it, because it's wrong. I know it's wrong, and that's why it turns me on so much. It started when I came back from my Europe trip last year. I had dropped out of college, spent a few months in France, and now I needed a place to crash while I got my life together.In my group of friends, I was the only one who was still a virgin at twenty-one, and I was starting to feel like the butt of the joke. Only one of my girlfriends, Micah, knew that my crush was my own father, and every once in a while she would tease me about the situation, sometimes even encouraging me to make a move. So when I got home, horny as hell, I started planning how to do it. How to convince my father, who was always a very good and loving man, to let himself be corrupted by his own little girl.

Relationships with guys were always weird. I came close to losing my v-card several times, but I never quite got there. I liked men, but none of these early twenties fuckboys, they weren't... Good enough, I guess. For the last few months I'd had had a first stable "relationship" with a classmate. He'd also dropped out and traveled with me and my friends. At first I was really hot for him, but the truth is, he was boring. Cute, but dull. I was practically throwing myself on top of him, trying to force myself to start something so I could lose my virginity, and he never came around. When I got back home I understood that it was fate, that it was good that the relationship did not lead to anything sexual. We had a strong fight in Paris before the flight back to the States, and we broke up at the terminal.

I had only to see my father basking in the sun, fixing his car in the garage, to understand that only this man could fuck me the way I deserved.

My parents had separated when I was very young, and unfortunately I had to stay living with my mother. But he came to pick me up every weekend. I always had a very close relationship with my dad. Everyone noticed that the bond with him was much more intense than the one he had with my sisters, who were much older than me. Lauren was twelve years older than me, and Julie was nine years older. I, Emma, was the youngest, I was always daddy's little princess. Now I saw him as the man he was. His name is Eric, and he is a gorgeous man. Well-groomed, with a mane of shoulder-length blonde hair with some gray streaks, and a thick beard that made him look like a Viking raider. I know that all the women who are close to him want to fuck him, because Virginia, his new wife, tells me so. She likes to brag. The bitch's got him well under her control. Every time I think about it, my blood boils with the hatred I have for her.

Ever since I realized that I liked guys, my attention was always on older men, and my dad was about to turn 50. I was determined to give him the best birthday present a father could wish for.

I got off the bus with my suitcase and came into the house through the garage, and he was fixing his old Camaro's engine. I approached, and when he heard the footsteps, he closed the hood of the car and turned around. My legs were shaking from how horny I was. "Hi daddy," I said. He turned around and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, which were full of grease.

"Hi beautiful!" he smiled back. I had been horny as hell all the way from the airport, thinking about him for hours, edging for most of the trip, rubbing my pussy on the thin fabric of my tights when no one was looking. I had been on the verge of orgasm several times, but never came. Then, that he smiled at me and opened his arms to welcome me, it drove me crazy. He was bare-chested, and thanks to the heat of that late June, sweat was pouring down his chest. He wasn't a very muscular guy, but he did train, and I knew just how strong he was. I'm strong too, I know people think I'm hot, because I know my classmates look at me. I also train, because I play volleyball--and my god, how it turned me on to have my dad watching me from the stands, with his eyes on my ass, my tight little shorts and my boobs jiggling with every jump. I always played better when my dad came to the games, and I'd bent over more often than usual in order to "stretch," but mostly so he could watch me. I fantasized constantly about the idea of him looking at my body, though I didn't know if that would actually happen.

I walked up to him, and he pounced on me, wrapping his arms around my small body and lifting me off the ground.

He said "Em, how I missed you sweetie!" and I immediately began to feel my pussy soaking through my underwear, and ruining my panties. When he planted a long, deep kiss on my cheek, I felt the need to run to the bathroom, grab the first brush I could find, and shove it all the way in. But no, I forced myself to calm down, because my virginity belonged to him.

"And I missed you, daddy..." I planted five or six of the cutest kisses on his cheek, like an innocent little girl. He was holding me tight, with his arms squeezing my lower back. Instead of letting go, I held on to his torso tighter, as I didn't want to separate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, hooking them behind his back. He almost tripped, and ended up sitting on the hood of the car, with me on top of him clinging like a little animal. I couldn't stop taking deep breaths of him to smell the smell he had every time he worked under the sun. God, to this day the smell of that sweaty body still drives me crazy.

I wanted him to lower his hands and use them to feel how firm my little ass was, worked into shape after so many years of routine and sport. I wanted him to kiss me on the mouth, and bite my lips while his fingers went in between my legs, but I had to let him go. If I was going to do this, I had to do it right. But it was difficult, because in this position, my pussy was firmly pressed against his crotch, and it surely wasn't the case, but I could swear that as the seconds passed, I felt that dick of his getting harder and harder.

"For God's sake, daddy... tell me that you're getting this way for me, that it's your baby that makes your dick so hard..." I thought as I felt it growing.

"Haha, okay, get off sweetheart, I almost fell down..." he gave me a couple of pats on my hips that sent electric shocks all over my body, they felt almost like spankings and, fuck, I was being so dirty that I surely needing him to give me one or two... But I listened to him, I got off.

"How was the ride?" he asked as he regained his posture.

"Phew, long, and hard" I replied. Without adding that the hard part was masturbating without sticking my fingers under my leggings in a crowded bus. I had the window seat, but I had to wait for my friend, who was traveling with me, to fall asleep. Even then I hadn't managed to finish. "But I'm here now, you don't know how much I was looking forward to coming home," I grabbed the handle of my bag, and he came over.

"Wait, let me help you with that. Come on, Virginia fixed your room for you." Even hearing her name in that passing way made me angry, but I was quite happy to be with him, and I was feeling good watching this spectacle of man leading me up to my bedroom, so I didn't say anything. He knows how to interpret my silences, and he knows I hate her.

We went into the house, and I started walking up the stairs while we chatted. The fabric of the leggings I was wearing was super thin, and the fit was very tight, so I went up first, with him in the back. I started to sway my hips in a more exaggerated way, imagining my dad's eyes on my ass, following its movement, and getting turned on by it. We got to my room. I opened up and the place was identical to how I had left it, but the bed had a new set of sheets, and it was hot as hell. It was a very sunny afternoon.

"Ugh, it's so hot, I'm sorry but the AC is busted, I forgot to tell you. You can stay in the guest room if you'd like" he said.

"No worries, dad, I was going to lie down and rest for a while, and I can't sleep with the AC on anyway," this was true, technically it could make me sick sometimes, but I was exaggerating this. I loved the heat, and I really enjoyed being naked at this time of year when the temperature was beginning to rise.

"Well, baby," she reached over and hugged me back. I almost moaned when I felt those arms around me again. He whispered in my ear. "Then come over for dinner, tonight and tell us how your trip went, ok?"

"Sure, thanks dad," he kissed me again and that finally did it, that pushed me over the edge, and I had to do something. He turned around, but left the door open. I already had my hand between my legs as I spied him leaving and disappearing down the stairs. As soon as he was gone, I closed the door and went to stand in front of my mirror. The suffocating heat, the smell of him on my skin, the hours of edging myself on the road waiting for the moment to see him, I couldn't take it anymore. I started to undress. I have a huge mirror that covers the entire wall of my room, like the mirrors in the ballet studio where Lauren taught her classes.

First I lost my shirt, I almost threw it away, but as I was taking it off I realized that the scent I was smelling was his. I had been holding on to my dad like a little monkey for so long that his sweat was soaked into my clothes, so I left the shirt on my bed. I was sick of the bra, so I practically ripped it off, almost tearing the straps, letting my boobs fall out. They're not huge, but they're firm, and with nipples so stiff and sensitive, the slightest touch made me shiver. How nice it was to imagine him licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. I discovered a few days ago, rubbing my pussy against the barrier of the bed when I was alone in the hotel in Paris, that I like a little pain. Now, with my naked torso in front of the mirror, I started to play with my breasts imagining his hands on my body. I imagined my dad grabbing me from behind, squeezing my tits with his huge mechanic's hands, and then I squeezed them hard, pretending it was him. Then I took my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and started squeezing them gently a little at a time, tugging and fiddling. My hands were not that strong, so I had to squeeze hard. Pretending he was doing this to me was beautiful.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I bent down to untie my shoes and stood barefoot on the carpet. I stroked my legs along the inside of my thigh, and rubbed my clit a bit over my leggings, which was already very sensitive after edging all day. I confirmed with my fingers what I had already suspected: All my clothes were completely soaked. I had never been so horny in my life. So I hooked the edge of my panties and my thong with my thumbs, and I started to pull my clothes down a little at a time, and I stood there, looking at myself in front of the mirror, completely naked. I spread my legs apart, and saw how my thighs glistened. I had squirted all over myself. I ran a couple of fingers across my pussy's lips, and felt my clit. It made my skin tremble. Without further hesitation, I sat on my bed, my back against the wall, looking at myself in the mirror with my legs open. There, finally after being horny and frustrated for hours, I started to masturbate for real.

This time it wasn't subtle, I needed to come fast, but I knew there were people in the house, so I took my t-shirt, put it in my mouth like a gag, and breathed deeply through my nose the smell of sweat and work that my father left impregnated in the fabric, which turned me on even more. I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. With one hand I held the shirt to my face as I inhaled deeply, and with the other, finally, I began to touch my pussy. I almost never did things like this, I would build up the horniness and the need to touch myself until I couldn'd take it anymore. But I knew this was going to be the best orgasm of my life. I started rubbing my clit furiously, hard, I didn't need to take my time because I was already so desperate, my pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and it was easy to slide my fingers in any direction, as long as it generated friction and make myself come. I had to make a big effort to stop myself from fingering my pussy. I had never done anything like that before, and I was still a virgin. This was how I wanted to present myself at my daddy's bed... pure. So I kept playing.

In my mind, we were in a forest. I'd be sitting against the bark of a great tree with my legs spread open, desperately wailing and playing with my clit, when my father appeared. He'd immediately kneel down in front of me, angry at his daughter for being such a whore, and he'd grab my arm to pull me down to the ground. I kept touching myself, enjoying more and more, while the fantasy kept playing in my brain, better than any porn. I'm lying on my belly in the mud, and my dad unzips his pants, freeing that massive cock of his. I know he has a monster between his legs--I hadn't seen him naked yet but you can tell he's huge, he must be at least nine inches long. He presses me against the mud, and starts fucking me. I scream out loud in the forest, no one hears me, and if they did I wouldn't care, because in my fantasy, everyone knows that I'm my daddy's whore, everyone knows he's the man that raised me, and that he can fuck me whenever he wants, however he wants, in front of anyone. I imagine him grabbing me by the waist, pinning me down with his weight as he buries his cock deep inside me. My fingers are killing me with pleasure, I can't hold back my moans any longer and the only thing that helps me cover them is the T-shirt I'm wearing as a gag. But I know that anyone passing in the hallway will hear my muffled moans. I look gorgeous in the mirror, with my brown hair flowing down to my tits, my eyes half-open and my cheeks flushed red, making me look like the sluttiest girl in the whole world. I love how shiny my fingers look, the mess I'm making of my fluids on the freshly laid bed, and before I know it, I'm cuming.

I'm breathing in daddy's rich smell, my forest fantasy is so vivid, I can feel my father filling my pussy with his cum, and oh please I can't believe how hard I'm cumming!.... My back arches and my legs begin to tremble so much that they are straight and stiff, I close my eyes and let out a scream that can't be stopped by anything, as I come. God what a great way to finish! My body falls to the side, and I crash against the pillows of my bed, exhausted. I let myself relax for a moment, as I savor the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"EMMA!" The scream takes me completely out of the moment, and fills my heart with fear. I forgot to lock the door. My father is standing there, looking at me, with eyes wide open and an angry expression on his face. I was so focused on finishing that I didn't hear the door open.

I felt the dread running through my skin, though I couldn't quite grasp the gravity of the situation. Part of me was still aroused, telling me to keep going, to play along, to touch myself for him. But my dad crosses his arms over his chest, looks at me sternly, and says, "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"