I twiddled with the hem of my oversized shirt nervously as I stood right outside Daddy's office. I was doing this. I wanted to be doing this.
I couldn't believe I was gonna do this.
Ever since I'd turned 18 halfway through the summer, things had started to change for me. I'd never really been into guys. They could be pretty, yeah, but I didn't really want them anywhere near me, you know? But lately...My hand slipped under my shirt to gently brush my bare, well groomed cunt. I twitched at the light touch. Lately, I've been... wanting things.
Naturally, I turned to the internet to figure out what the hell was going on with my body. Why it was so hot and sensitive all the time, why I found myself thinking about all the things that could happen to me, and how it might feel.
Horny was the internet's answer.
Porn was fascinating, I discovered, but it didn't really do much for me. Not normal sex, not comics, not milfs, not teachers, not BDSM. I was a little disappointed about that one I found. It looked so erotic, but no matter how much i thought about it, my body only got more desperate. It wasn't till one night when the actor was a much older man with salty grey hair was fucking a young blond girl screaming for 'daddy to use her', did my pussy finally jump into action. It shuddered through my first little orgasm on clumsy little fingers thinking about a fathers cock lodged deep in his innocent daughters pussy, fucking her senseless. Gasping for breath but with my mind already whirring on how to make the next orgasm even better, I had the delightful and horrifying realization:
I wanted to Fuck my Father.
I could have picked worse I suppose. My father was a businessman, a devout husband, and incredibly well built. He'd given me, my mother, and my brother a good life. Sent us to good schools, gotten us good gifts, taught us the value of discipline and determination. Despite his sharp features and dazzling blue eyes, he'd never strayed from loving my mother, even when she strayed from him.
As the kids had gotten older, she'd gotten more distant, spending more time off in different countries shopping and having a grand old time doing who knows what while dad stayed home and worked.
That was part of the reason I asked to spend my summer holiday at home instead of traveling around. It didn't sit right with me that he was in that big house all by himself. That and I wanted to spend my 18th birthday with him.
And then all this desire happened.
I wasn't all that bad looking myself. I was shapely. I'd been told that since I started developing at 12. Shapely and proportional. A nice face, decently endowed bust, a tapered waist that flared out into a nice, round ass and long, flexible legs. I kept my dark hair long and it's gentle curl framed my honey brown eyes well enough, I thought.
Which brings me to this moment. Me standing outside my fathers office in nothing but an oversized night shirt, fingers sloshing through my wet pussy lips as I listened to my father talk on his meeting. The gentle hum of his voice buzzed over my skin, making each touch feel like electricity. God I wanted him so bad. It was time to enact the final step of The Plan.
I'd come up with it after another night of 'research'. I couldn't just come out and tell my dad I wanted him to fuck me sensless and make me his little cockwarming, mindless whore. He'd freak and sit me down to have a whole conversation about it which was the last thing I wanted. The moment he got talking it was all over. I had to warm him up to it, had to get him as hot and bothered as I was about him so that when an opportunity presented itself, he simply couldn't say no.
I started with my clothes. I purposefully started wearing shorter shorts and smaller, tighter shirts that obviously jiggled when I walked. Or I just wore a long shirt that just barely covered my ass, meaning every time I reached for anything, It was on full display. When I caught him constantly staring, that's when I moved on to round two.
Talking about sex. I brought it up as often as I could. I made sure to masturbate loudly when I knew he was home, 'forgetting' to close my door so there was still a little crack to peep through. I lay on the couch while watching movies, my shorts bunched up to highlight the supple curve of my ass at the perfect angle for viewing.
He'd had to excuse himself twice last night, and each time I followed him to the bathroom and heard him jacking off, no doubt the image of my perfectly exposed thong and wet pussy lips spilling around the thin cotton padding was bright in his mind.
He was perfectly primed.
