Hi! I'm Brenda, and I want to tell you about the most wonderful man I know.
His name is Ty. He is 44 (I'm 25), he's average height, and has a little gut, but he is not in bad shape.
He's got brown hair and green eyes, and wears a goatee that is just starting to gray. I think it makes him look mature and distinguished, but he makes jokes about getting old all the time.
His chest is hairy, but not too hairy, and he has nice legs and a good ass from walking. He plays a lot of golf.
He is my friend, my confidant, my lover. And, he's my father.
My mother left us several years ago. She moved to California to be with some weird vegan guy. I don't talk with her much anymore. She's into all the new-age bullshit that I find boring and strange. She prays to crystals and will eat nothing that comes from an animal. She has lost so much weight that you can barely tell she is a woman anymore. She has no curves, no femininity to her body.
To be honest, I don't think Daddy would be attracted to her anymore anyway.
Daddy likes his woman curvy. Like me. I'm about five-four, with big, soft titties; a round, full ass; and hips that he loves to hold when he is taking me from behind, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I have brown hair, like my Daddy, but I have some coloring to give my hair highlights. I have bright blue eyes, one of the only things about me that I can attribute to my mom.
When my mother left, Daddy was devastated. He truly loved her and couldn't figure out what happened. He would mope around the house and stare at the television, although I could tell he wasn't really watching it. I could see he was trying to figure out why mom would want some scrawny geek instead of him, a man.
Why talked a lot during those first few months after she left. He never cried, but he was cut deeply. Like a mantra, he would say, "I just don't understand, princess." He always called me princess, or baby.
"Daddy, I think you're looking at this all wrong," I said to him one day. "You're trying to figure out what you did wrong, but you didn't do anything wrong. She changed, and instead of making you both miserable, she did you a favor and left. Now, you can go out and meet other women, have some fun. You're still a young man."
"Maybe you're right," he admitted, but then shuffled off to his room for bed.
About six months after their divorce, a friend of my dad's was throwing a formal party. I told dad he was taking me, and I would not accept no for an answer.
I went with him to rent his tux, and I gasped in awe when I saw him in it. He looked so dashing and handsome. I didn't realize it at the moment, but later on I figured out that was the moment I wanted to make love with my Daddy. When we got home, I went to take a shower and my panties were drenched. Why am I all wet and horny, I wondered.
I sat on the toilet naked before I got in the shower. I spread my thick outer lips wide and rubbed my clit. "Oh, fuck," I groaned quietly. I didn't want my Daddy to hear me playing with myself. "Oh, yes," I whispered. I slid two fingers into my soaked hole while I continued to rub my clit. "Oh, fuck me, Daddy." What had I just said?
I realized with a start that I had been thinking about my father fucking me. The thought sent my pussy into overdrive. Within minutes, I was shuddering with orgasm, my body shaking as I fought to control my voice. I wanted to cry out, but I was afraid Daddy wouldn't approve.
I quickly showered and excused myself to go to bed, claiming I was tired. In reality, I was still horny and wanted to get my fingers back into my pussy.
The night of the party came and I put on my gown. It was a pale blue and was just tight enough to show off my curves without being too revealing.
When I walked downstairs, Daddy's mouth fell open. His eyes were wide and he just stared at me. I had my hair up in a fashionable coif. My silken gown hissed softly, sensuously, as I glided down the stairs.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I asked, "Well, Daddy? What do you think?"
He couldn't talk for a moment, and that made me happy, but I toyed with him saying, "Daddy, what's wrong? Don't I look okay?"
I hadn't gone to my prom in high school. All my friends were still single, so I had never even been in a wedding. I had never had an occasion to get dressed up. Two of my friends had been at my house most of the day helping me with my hair and makeup, and I was seeing the fruit of all that labor. My Daddy was stunned into silence.
"Oh, Brenda," he said softly, smiling at me. "You look absolutely stunning!"
He walked over to me and hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. He looked into my eyes and said, "You are so beautiful, princess."
I would have loved for him to kiss me on the mouth right then. If that had happened, we wouldn't have made it to the party. But he didn't. Instead, he looked up the stairs at my friends, and said, "Girls, you did an incredible job. Thank you!"
They smiled at him and blushed. One of them said, "You're welcome, Mr. Ty."
What my father didn't know is that my friends had often told me how sexy they thought my Daddy was. What my friends didn't know was that I agreed with them completely. I would say things like, "Stop talking about my dad like that," but what I was thinking was, Yes, he is!
We went to the party and there were a ton of people I didn't know. Somehow I expected there to be at least a few people I knew, but I knew no one. Daddy explained that his friend was in town promoting a book he had written.
The author was an old friend of dad's, but dad hadn't seen him in years, since they were in their 20's. They had kept in contact via the occasional phone call and email, but had not seen each other. I had never met him.
There were women in gowns of every color of the rainbow, looking glamorous and gorgeous. I felt out of place, but my dad took my arm, looped it with his, and smiled at me. Then, I knew I would be fine.
Dad and I found the bar and had a drink. We found the food and had a bite. We were discussing the hall in which the party was being held when a man walked up to dad and said, "Ty, how the hell are you?"
I figured this must be the host, my dad's friend, and I stepped back as they hugged each other.
"Peter," my dad said. "It's been too long."
"I know," the man said. "You're always so busy."
It must have been some kind of inside joke because they both laughed.
"I'm so sorry about things with Joan."
"She made her own choice," my father replied, glancing at me.
Peter nodded knowingly. "You're going to be fine, man. How's Bernice?"
Who's this Bernice bitch, I thought acidly. I hadn't thought Daddy had been with anyone since mom left, and now I find out he's seeing some cunt named Bernice? My jealousy surprised me with it's power.
My father chuckled, "She's fine, Pete."
Then, Peter looked at me and said to my father, "And, who is this astonishingly beautiful woman you've brought with you."
Before my father could answer, Peter leaned close to him and said in a stage whisper, "You always did like them young, Ty."
I blushed and waited for my Daddy to correct him, to tell his friend I was his daughter. Instead, Daddy said, "This is Brenda. Isn't she lovely."
Peter looked at me and said, "Lovely doesn't begin to describe her, my friend. How did you get your hooks into this one?"
Again, before my father could answer, Peter leaned toward me and said, "What are you doing with this old man?"
"Actually..." I started, but Daddy cut me off.
