I love my daddy. Like really love him. Ever since my mom died he's always been there for me, and been an amazing Daddy. When I tell him I want to be with him for the rest of my life, he just laughs it off as me being a Daddy's girl.
Don't get me wrong, I am a Daddy's girl, but I want to be Daddy's woman. I want to touch and rub his big penis, have him put it in me, feel his stuff shoot in me, and have his babies. I know Daddy would never make love to me on his own accord, so ever since I turned 18 I've been scheming to get my way.
I first needed Daddy to see I'm not a little girl anymore. Sure, I'm still pretty small, but I have actual boobs now that can be touched and held. My butt has started looking good too, almost like a real woman you'd see on bikini magazines, but not quite. Daddy always called me a "budding woman", not quite his same little girl but also not a woman yet. I'd been wearing just panties and small shirts around the house, but that was stuff he always saw me in.
The best way to do that was to have him see me naked, I thought long and hard about it and I figured the best way was if I was pretending to be asleep. It was after school on a Friday, Daddy would be home at sundown, so when the time came I laid on the couch in the living room in a towel, and let the towel fall off of me. I made sure to shave everything for Daddy, and keep my legs open so he could see all my lady parts.
I touched myself as I laid there waiting for him, imagining it was his big strong hands touching me instead, until I finally heard the garage door open, signaling that Daddy was home. I was barely able to contain my excitement as I lie there in the nude, waiting for him to lay his eyes upon my body.
I heard him walk into the living room, but then everything was silent. After only a few seconds I felt his presence very close to me, but he just put a blanket over me. 'No! Daddy didn't have enough time to see me naked.' I thought to myself. I felt his hand stroke a few strands of hair from my face and then he cupped my cheek before walking upstairs.
I decided to stay there, feigning sleep, and hoped I would have another opportunity for Daddy to see my body. God seemed to be on my side because the perfect opportunity arose after about an hour. As Daddy sat watching TV in a recliner next to the couch, a thunderstorm rolled through. Fear ran through me, I was always super afraid of thunder, but my fear was overtaken by excitement. 'This is it!' I thought.
The next loud rumble of thunder, I jumped up in a mix of real and fake fear, leaving the blanket and towel behind, then quickly jumped onto Daddy's lap with my butt on his crotch, my legs over the armrest of the chair, and my shoulder pressing into his chess. "Daddy!" I yelped.
Daddy grunted as I landed in his lap, but his arms instinctively went around me. I felt so safe in Daddy's arms. "Millie, baby, you're naked."
"I'm sorry Daddy, I'm scared." I said, and pulled one of his arms around my waist, resting the palm on my thigh. His hands on my naked body felt electric.
"I know sweetheart but you really gotta get up. Go get the blanket over yourself and you can come sit with me."
"Okay, if you really want me to." I said, getting up. I slowly made my way to the couch, grabbing the blanket but not covering myself until I was right in front of Daddy. I took my position back in his lap, but this time he scooted me so my butt was on his thigh, not his crotch. It didn't matter though, because I laid across his lap with my head on the armrest and my legs hanging off the other. His arms had nowhere to go but on my belly, his right arm dangerously close to my boobs.
I was going to try one last thing, I was going to act like I fell asleep again, and do a big stretch, letting the blanket fall to either side of me. Hopefully Daddy would touch me when I was naked and asleep in his lap, even if just for a moment.
About 30 minutes is all the patience I had, I stretched my arms above my head and rocked my body, and just as I had planned the blanket fell off of me. I placed my legs down over top the bottom section, and my arms the top section to at least make it difficult for Daddy to cover me back up, but he didn't!
My heart pounded a mile a minute as I lie naked and exposed in Daddy's lap. I felt his left hand on my side, fingers wrapping around my ribcage, and felt it inch upwards until it was just under my right breast. I waited and waited for it to move higher and touch my boob, but it never did. He eventually stood up with me in his arms, Daddy's so strong, and carried me to my bedroom.
I knew this was my last chance of the night for Daddy to see what a woman I was becoming, and when he laid me I down I kept my knees bent and let them fall flat, pointing outwards. This gave Daddy the best view of my lady parts he could ever ask for, and I was barely able to contain my delight as he stood there looking at me for a moment before covering me.
The second Daddy left my room I shove my hand between my legs and rubbed at my kitty, feeling so horny I could barely contain myself. I rubbed on my clitty like I was trying to start a fire, wishing Daddy would walk in and catch me.
Now that I was finished with step one, it was one to step two: Figure out what Daddy likes in a woman, and be that. I had it on my side that I resembled my mother, so I at least I knew I was his type, but I wanted to dress how he wanted a woman to dress, and be into what he's into.
Daddy would always grumble when I wore skirts, saying that I'm going to attract too much attention from boys, so I started there. The next morning I came down the steps in my shortest skirt, a plaid one with a frilly hem, and a white tank top belly shirt. I gave Daddy a kiss on the cheek as I sat next to him. "Good morning Daddy."
"Morning sweetheart."
"Thanks for taking me to bed last night."
"It's no problem baby, just make sure you wear some clothes if you're going to nap in the living room."
"Sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry I grossed you out." I said, my voice filled with sadness.
"Oh Millie, it's not that. I just shouldn't be seeing you naked like that anymore."
"Why not?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"You're growing up, becoming a woman now."
"So? When I was little I used to run around nakey all the time."
"You're not so little anymore."
"But what does that matter, Daddy?"
"Are you really going to make me say it?"
"Say what?" I asked, really selling the innocence.
He sighed and said, "Baby, daughter or not, my body will react to a beautiful woman."
I couldn't contain how much hearing my Daddy say that pleased me. "Really Daddy? I made you horny? You mean it?"
"Millie, this is inappropriate."
"Sorry, Daddy. I won't do it again if you really don't want me to. But it was fun being nakey around the house again."
"I know, and I'm sorry baby girl, it's just not right." He said, kissing me atop the head. Daddy had work today, he worked most weekends because he owned a car dealership. He made lots of money but also had to work lots of hours, I was so grateful for how hard he worked.
While he was away I got onto his computer and tried to find what sexual stuff he liked, and I hit the jackpot. I went to Daddy's sent folder on his email, and the first one was from a few nights ago and was him sending a photo to someone named "Jasmine Hicks". Sounds like a whores name. Anyway, it was a picture of a penis. Daddy's penis!