Daddy has a secret; I am not to tell anyone, he said that he will reward me if I keep it to myself. I like daddy's rewards; I like them a lot.
I am my daddy's pet; he said it means "My favourite." I always feel like a princess around him, and nobody will ever have my love like he does. He is a tall man, not thin, not fat, a man of strength and power and a typical hand on the job worker. He makes gardens pretty; a landscaper they say. I have watched him dig a full garden by hand; it took him all day, but he did it.
Mum is opposite, she is clever and a bit timid. She is fairly small and a bit on the heavier side; like me. I don't mind, my daddy says I am perfect; he never lies, so it must be true. Mum works in design; she draws dresses and then takes them to a man who says, "yes or no" and then they get made and sold. I don't like to wear them; they are too flamboyant for my taste. Don't get me wrong, they are pretty, and I like pretty; just not bold pretty. I like "swishy" dresses, these have underskirts and bows and all the ewe; Not my type of pretty.
"Peter, I am off to work now, can you take Amanda to school?" I heard my mum shout upstairs to dad; as I was getting dressed.
"As always darling, yes. Have a good day." He shouted down with a twinge of "Why ask" in his voice.
I laughed and dad told me to hurry up. "I am busy today my pet and need you to hurry along."
"Okay dad, I am nearly done." As I rolled my eyes. It's the same thing every morning. I don't think anyone needs to actually talk. The car ride to school was always the same to; "Don't forget to eat today, don't play up the teachers, don't fall behind on your work, always be kind to others and always be kind to yourself." Everyday dad would say this.
Danny came running up to me; "Hey baby, what you doing this afternoon? Fancy coming round mine? I have a few friends coming around and I thought you could let your hair down a bit."
"I don't think I have anything on after biology, I can come around then?" As I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, cool baby. See you later then." He walked away.
Danny was a bit of a git, but he was a kind git. The girls loved him, and the boys wanted to be him. He played rugby for the college and his body form showed that he thought more of the gym than he did anything or anyone else. I date him so that I can get through college easier. After all, everyone is jealous of me; if I dumped him, I would be a target again.
The morning went quite quickly, and I walked to Danny's house. It was only a couple of blocks away and it was a nice afternoon. When I got there, Danny was drunk, and he had three other drunk friends with him.
"There she is! There's my girl!" He shouted, waving his hands around with a beer splashing all around him. He looked a right twat. He pulled me in and started kissing me and fondling me quite roughly. Trying to push him away, he grabbed me harder.
"Stop it and get off me! You are drunk and hurting me." I shouted with a good shove. He came at me with laughter and slurred; "Oh, don't be like that baby, come her, show me how much you love me." All the others were looking and laughing.
"Yeah, show us how much you love him." one of the others said.
I was disgusted and embarrassed; "Fuck you, fuck all of you."
"Oh, finally, one that will! Come here princess." One had his hands around my waist, trying to pull me onto his lap. "Fuck off!" and I hit him across the face. This was followed with him hitting me across the face and shouting "Bitch."
I ran as fast as I could home. When I walked into the house, I was in floods of tears; I never even noticed dad's car was on the drive. I heard someone in the house and decided to investigate who it was. It was coming from the spare room. I opened the door and to my shock, I saw my dad in women's clothes!
"Daddy?" I asked, not sure if he was aware that I was there.
He looked startled; "Oh, shit. Amanda. I- I can explain." He went to continue and stopped. "What has happened to you? Why are you crying and why do you have a hand mark across your face?"
"It was Danny and his friends." I admitted.
He was furious; "I will kill the little fuckers; did they give you that mark? I will have them; you mark my words!" He went to walk out of the room, and I burst out laughing. "Not like that you aren't daddy!" I was now crying and laughing.
"Good point." He laughed as he looked down at himself. "You won't tell anyone will you?"
I wouldn't tell anyone anyway, what would I say? "No, I won't, I promise.
The following morning was the same as every other morning; apart from dad had the day off and I didn't want to face school. I saw that dad wanted to talk to me and that it was probably about yesterday.
"Hey, dad. I know you want to talk about yesterday, but I promise, I will be fine. I am finished with Danny, and I will not be going back. You don't have to worry about me." I said rather quickly. He looked shocked that is all I had to say.
"Is there anything else that you would like to know pet?" He looked at me concerned. I answered him; "No daddy." I left the kitchen and went to my room; I loved my room. It was the only place that was "me."
I heard daddy in the spare room again and he was fumbling around. "For goodness' sake! I can't reach the button." I heard him moan. I decided to go in and help.
"Daddy, can I help you?" I made him jump. He looked me up and down, not knowing what to say.
"Well, erm, yes, okay." He turned around so that I could see his dilemma. He had managed to do the zip up on the back of a purple dress; but there was a button on the top that was tiny. This needed to be done up; as the style was to be clingy to the neck. I fastened the button at the top and ran my hands down the dress; as to straighten it. Daddy lifted his chin upwards "Mm." he let slip from his mouth. I looked at him and told him to wait a minute as I left the room. When I came back, he had taken the dress off.
"Why did you take it off daddy?" I asked.
"I thought you were going to get your phone to take a picture. I- I didn't want any proof." He mumbled.
I smiled and showed him a pair of stockings that I thought would look nice with the dress.
I picked up the dress and looked at him to stand back into it. I Lifted it up, grazing his skin with my fingers. Daddy looked at me. Once zipped and buttoned, I offered to help with the stockings. I pointed for him to sit down on the chair, and I lifted one of his legs. As I rolled up the stocking, daddy bit his lip and took a deep breath in. As I reached past his knee, he grabbed my hands as though to stop.
"What's wrong daddy?" I asked rather annoyed that he had stopped me.
He looked at me with embarrassment; "There are some things that a daughter can't do with her daddy, that daddy wants to do."
"But, daddy, you aren't dressed like daddy. So, you aren't." I answered him. With that, he let me run the stocking further up; reaching just under his groin. I rolled the other stocking up his other leg, this time catching his tip. I hadn't noticed that he didn't have pants on. As I stood, I ran my hands up his legs; I loved the feel of silk stockings. My dad's body went completely still, and he threw his arms out to grab me. He kissed me with a passion that only a lover would have. "You really are my pet." He exclaimed. I was in the moment and was kissing him back. There was something about my dad in a dress that made my body ache. I ran my hand up the skirt of the dress and rubbed his sex upwards. He was already hard. I looked at him surprised and he looked at me as though I was a meal. He lifted my skirt up and pulled down my lace knickers, lifted me up onto his lap and sat me down on top of him.
"Oh, wow, you are so wet." He looked at me as though I was a creature of weird. All I could do was look at him quizzical. "It's a good thing" He answered my look.
My dad was bigger than Danny; He was a lot harder too! I started to grind on him and he pushed out his legs a little further; to allow me to ride him more comfortably. As I was grinding, he started to move, I could feel he was getting excited.
"Yes, pet, keep going. Daddy likes this. Oh, baby girl." He started to lift his legs up and down, so I was grinding, and he was moving in and out. With this feeling, I became highly aware of my own building orgasm.
"Oh, daddy! Daddy, I'm going to cum." I was now out of breath and my body started to stiffen. "Daddy, please." I exclaimed. I held onto the back of the chair and held on tight. Daddy got faster and faster and I came with a load; "Oh, FUCK!" I was shaking and pulsating, and daddy was still going. Making my orgasm last longer. I thought I was about to pass out through orgasm when he came. "Oh, my pet! Oh, you are a good girl." He said as he lay back in the chair out of breath.
"Are you okay my pet?" He managed to gasp. I nodded and smiled and fell into his arms.
"Are you okay with your daddy in a dress then?" He asked; why that question? He has just fucked me, and he is more concerned about what he wore?
I needed to answer him; "Well, now you ask. Purple is not your colour, try the pink one." I joked with him.
