It was right around Christmas time last year. Three days before to be exact. My mother was out shopping and my sister Jessica, who still lived with my parents, was out with her boyfriend. My father called me and told me to get over there quickly. We had been carrying on a more than father-daughterly relationship for years.
I got up and showered. I dressed in an outfit that would I knew would drive him nuts. I wore my old Catholic school uniform. The plaid skirt still fit me, but the white blouse was far too tight around my breasts, especially with me wearing a push-up bra. I wore knee length socks and tiny cotton panties. I finished the outfit with a pair of patent leather shoes. One last look in the mirror and I was getting worked up myself. I decided to make myself look even younger and more innocent and put my pair in pigtails. I was getting wet standing there looking at my reflection.
I arrived at my parent's house to find Daddy sitting on the couch.
"Hi Daddy!" I exclaimed. I did a little spin to let him check me out from all angles.
"My God girl! You're going to be the death of me yet," he remarked.
"Aaaw, don't talk like that Daddy. If you die, who will fuck me?"
He groaned and got up off of the couch. He walked over to me and started kissing me. Not like a father, but as a man who was seriously hot for someone. And that someone was me, his oldest daughter. We kissed passionately and started groping one another. I love to feel how hard I make him. It's kind of feminine ego trip to know that I can make even my own father lust after me.
He started unbuttoning my blouse and kissing the tops of my breasts. I could do little else but moan as he did it. My nipples were just covered by the bra and it was driving us both wild as he tried to get closer.
"Daddy, do you want to see my report card?" I asked. I had made up a silly little fake one after the first time I wore the school girl outfit.
"Of course Princess, let me see it."
I dug into my bookbag, (when I roleplay, I really roleplay!) I handed it to him. All A's.
"My, my Jenny! You're such a smart girl!"
"What's my reward Daddy?"
With that, he led me into the kitchen. My father loves to fuck me on the kitchen table for some reason. He picked me up and sat me on the table. I spread my legs for him and he drew down my panties. I was busy working on his pants as he literally ripped my shirt off. Buttons went flying everywhere and he went to work on my bra. He also loves it when I wear bras that clasp in the front. So as not to disappoint my favorite (secret) lover, I had one on.Another low moan escaped his lips as he freed my breasts and began running his tongue all over them.
