First Time
My daughter came home with her hairstylist gear after starting at a hair cutting school. There was a potential wait, and a test. It was my idea, in that I knew she needed something to get her through life now she was out of high school. I heard the door slam and then her screaming, "Ahhhhhh!!! I got in!" What she does when she gets excited. It got my attention.
I was laying on the couch, doing nothing, when her eyes fixed on me with her bag of supplies, "Daddy! Thank you thank you thank you." She was clearly excited. She set her bag down and looked at me, "You need a haircut!"
"Now? You really think that's a good idea? Shouldn't you take some classes first or something?" I was amused.
"I been cutting hair for like forever! I already KNOW how." She was so excited, I thought what the hell, and agreed. Now, my little girl does have a pretty cute body, and while it is not something I think about, it is there. A thought that sort of nestles in the back of my mind. She's not tall, around five foot three, black long hair, and brown eyes, cocoa/mocha skin. She has a great smile and the whites of her eyes just sparkle. So, even though she was my daughter, her looks register with me.
She took me in the guest bedroom and laid a sheet down on the floor, set a chair in the middle and placed me there. I docilely following along. Definitely not a barber shop experience. It was just a normal padded folding chair, so as she worked on me she had to move around the chair with my head coming up to about her middle, meaning she had to bend over a lot. Whenever she was bent over her top fell away giving me quite a show - and it was having quite an effect on me, totally uncontrollable! Also, it was HOT, like over 90 degrees, and the room we were in was closed off from AC. I had been wearing shorts and a T shirt, and before she got started I took my T shirt off. She eyed my chest as I did that, I don't know but something sparked between us in this room. My skin was wet with perspiration as she worked on me. At one point she walked over and closed the door.
She was wearing shorts and a little halter top, and she was definitely hot (both in the sense of her body and the temperature). I could look straight ahead and basically get an eyeful of her cleavage, each time she bent over me. Wow! Little rivulets of sweat giving a little sheen between her breasts. The fabric began clinging to her skin, turning almost transparent, her pink skin and no bra.
So there we are in this hot room, stripped down to almost nothing. I could see her starting to nip out through the halter which was getting damp from her sweat. As the fabric moistened it also took on the rosy glow of her skin beneath, and I could make out the outline of her aureole. My God! The dark color against her skin and the point of her nipple in the fabric. "This alright?" she breathed out at me. I just nodded my head, taking her all in was really getting me aroused. As she cut my hair, circling, her breasts brushing my arm, it gave me a hard on. I could tell she didn't really know what she was doing, but at this point I did not care.
She was having trouble with the front of my hair, cutting my bangs, getting them even and blended. Feathered, she called it. The angle she was working at was wrong, and she finally began to straddle my knees still standing over me with her legs wide. As she worked, she was bending down lower and lower. Her breasts inches from my mouth, and she was just about sitting on my lap. She was so much smaller than I was, perhaps by 50 or 60 pounds, bouncing up and down holding herself above my knees.
Finally I said, "Why don't you just sit on my lap to do this?"
She looked at me, "Really?"
"Yes."
When she lowered herself slowly down, her lithe little body squirmed into place on my lap and I could not help it but sigh. She ignored my obvious pleasure, and continued working on me, as we sat there face to face. My cock was pointing straight down my pant leg and she had to have felt it pressed against her thigh. I could feel her squirming around so that she was basically rolling back and forth over my cock and it was putting me in an agony. Was she doing that on purpose, or just trying to get comfortable? A case of the princess and the pea. HA! Then, I noticed it, an impish sparkle in her eye as I believe she realized what it was poking her. She said nothing, but she sure seemed to be taking a long time, and was now rolling over my thigh agonizingly slow. Back and forth back and forth, oh such sweet agony! Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I rested my hands at each side of her, trying to move her back. But the effect was different, it felt more like I was moving my hips in rhythm with her wiggling bottom, as my cock slid its length between her thighs. Ahhhhh! And then, she kept herself positioned back over my pole, as I tried again.
God it felt good!
She then managed to position herself so that her legs were spread very wide, resting the front of her pussy mound, the soft cushion between her legs right where her clit would be, over my bulging cock! Too much! And with one more wiggle I thought I might cum. We stopped, frozen in place. Once more, I grasped her hips, but this time pulled her a little closer watching her eyes close in reaction. She licked her lips, but still no acknowledgement of our dry hump action.
She continued to trim, as her crotch pressed down on me, rocked over me, and my hard cock was lining up with her. I could feel her pussy lips spreading apart, feel my heart beat on the head of my dick. AAAhhhh, god. Fucking god. She was not even cutting my hair, and I'm thinking is this happening? The full weight of her on my lap now, I looked in her eyes.
All she said was, "I'm done."
Her cheeks all mottled, and while looking away from me, she did not move for another beat. Her halter was damp, her nipples poking out, and the fabric almost see through. Her waist was moist with sweat.
I leaned in slow, she could get up anytime, would she? My chest brushing her breasts as I said, "OK," as I moved closer, closer. My lips almost touching hers. The thought of kissing fluttering around in my brain.
"OK?" I said it again. I could feel her breath and then she got up from me, backing away. We both turned to the side, avoiding eye contact.
Both of us, utterly aroused.
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Later that evening with Lily
Lily lay in her room wondering if something was wrong with her. All she could think of was her daddy, sex with daddy...
her legs squeezing tight around her hand, as she lay naked on her bed. Oh god, the exquisite ache she felt all day long.
Sex with her daddy. Her cheeks felt so hot, the ceiling fan cooling her hot skin. Her fingers working faster, feeling her touch, her fingers play, so nice inside her belly. God to have that cock up inside my belly, she lay her other hand flat over her concave abdomen. Imagining it there. Rocking her hips, feeling the space between her hand at her navel, and the fingers wiggling around deep inside.
Remembering. Going over the day. First was - the Haircut - and what she felt, his hardness, so big between her legs. How she looked into his blue eyes, and how he let her rub against him, his beautiful eyes looking right back. The window opening between them, there was a smile. She felt it. He was moving close to her mouth, so close. She could taste it.
Later that evening they watched a movie. I sat next to him, leaning in close. Would anything happen again? He was stiffer, more careful then, and I didn't want to push it. I leaned against the sofa with my legs spreading wide, twirling my hair in my fingers. Did he notice just how short my skirt was?
He looked. I saw him look, was he thinking about my panties?
And my secret daddy? I wasn't wearing any, but not brave enough.
Oh and how my body arches. 'Sick, sick, sick', as that familiar stern voice chides inside my head, but it only causes my fingers to increase their fevered rubbing.
And I moan out loud, "Fuck me Daddy!" My eyes go wide! How loud was that?
I pause for a second, looking at the door, wondering if he heard me. And deep down, in the pit of my stomach, this wave of excitement. What if he did? And my pussy throbs and twitches, the pit of my stomach trembles, as I listen. My pussy, electric pulsating sparks and my fingers clinging to my clit. Oh god, stretching out languorously like a cat.
My fantasy clicking in. I wonder if he is outside my door? Is he listening to me? Can he hear anything? I think of all the times I lay on my bed doing this. His room right next to mine. Does he know? Does he know what I want? What I have wanted for so long?
I imagine him outside, looking at the door again, he could be stroking his cock behind the closed door right now. I will the door to open. 'Open it, come inside.' I wish he would open it, see me, take what is his. 'Do anything' I would say. And now, rubbing furiously, I say it again, louder, testing myself. "Oh, oh, oh, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, please Daddy. Fuck me, FUCK me, fuck me!!"
Listening to the quiet house. Feeling all brave. But no response. I continue masturbating furiously, desperate for release. But my kitty remains defiant. I know what it is, how I want more. After the haircut, what I felt, what we did. I know, I want more, and my fingers no longer do.
My pussy felt his cock, it wants HIM. I let my fingers slow, let them slip out of my body, shiny with my wetness. I lay there with my hand up by my hair, unmoving, naked on my little single bed. Laying there in the dark, just my fan spinning, the cool air on my skin. Laying in the darkness, wet, just feeling hungry and aching, and tingling up in my cunt.
I close my eyes, bending my back and arch across the mattress.
I say to no one, "I'm wet daddy." Reaching down I grasp my little light skirt in a ball in my hand and pull it over my hips, topless, no panties, just my skirt.
My fantasy.
I imagine myself walking up to him, "Do you know how wet I am daddy?" He sitting on the sofa, as I lift my skirt over my hips, looking at the ceiling. Just do it, like that "Let me show you." Exposing myself, imagining his eyes on me. I feel myself, running my fingers through my dark bush, resisting the urge to squirm. I say it out loud, deep in my imagination, "It's OK, you can look at me."
I open my legs a little wider on the bed, having pulled my skirt up. I could sleep like this, raise my knee. Open nice and wide, my skirt over my hips. Oh my pussy hurts. Let him look in at me, leave the light on. He would open the door to turn it off. Innocent. I just fell asleep. God he could stand at the end of the bed and look at me, I would just lay here and try to breath slow. Come into my room daddy.
