As he entered me with his hard cock, my mind raised with thoughts of this man what had I done. His body was heavy and his hands were so big that he wrapped them around my bare ass. He pushed deep and hard as he filled my tight little ass. His swollen cock filled me.
I knew what I was doing was wrong but all I wanted was to make him hurt the way I did. He abandoned me, his own daughter. Now he would pay, it was late on Saturday I was getting ready to meet him my father. He had no idea who I was, but I knew he was my daddy my own flesh and blood. I was part of him and he was part of me, soon we would be one. I could hardly wait to see his look on his face when he realized he had just fucked his little girl.
The strange thing is that I was excited by the thought of him touching me fondling me. His love and touch was what I wanted needed. My whole life has been spent dreaming of him what he was like, every girl dreams of her daddy being her hero. Never knowing mine, I guess my dreaming went a bit too far.
About a year ago, I was almost 19, I remember touching myself for the first time. My legs began to spread and I ran my fingers down my stomach and caressed my navel. I could feel the moistness in my pussy as my thoughts began to wonder off to him. Why did I get this tingling inside when I think of him this faceless man called daddy! A slide my finger into my panties and felt the prickly beginning of my pubic hair still soft and sparse. I began to lick my lips thinking of my dad; what would he say if he was there in my life, would he notice me becoming a women, or would he like what he saw. Would he have approved of me, opened my legs a little more and wished he was there now tucking me in bed kissing me goodnight. I stuck my finger into my pussy it was wet and sticky I could feel it wrap around my finger as I began to ach inside, oh yes what is this feeling "Daddy" I started to cry out wishing it was him inside me....After that night I was bewildered by what had happened and how I felt about him.
That's what brought me here to this night! Several months ago, I found out my biological fathers name and where he lived. I googled him and found that he lived only a few towns away from me, that he was not married and had a son from a previous marriage.
After thinking of meeting him, what he would think of me his daughter. Did he even know I existed that he had a daughter. At the time, I was 27, young, beautiful and full of life. I was tall and leggy (the gym work paid off) with long blonde hair big blue eyes. European features that I knew I did not get from my mother. I always wondered if I looked like him. I could not take it anymore; I needed to meet this man, my father, how I longed to have him hold me and kiss me. I wanted to know him and him to know me.
The phone rang, I waited patiently for him to answer, my stomach tingled in excitement. My heart was beating fast, I waited as it rang again and again. Then suddenly, a voice on the other end, an accent heavy and strong, it was him my dad!
I couldn't find my voice, I tried to speak but nothing came out!
He said "Hello" in an angry tone. I didn't want to anger him.
"Hello" I replied, "This is Natalie".
I don't know how to say this but I stumbled over my words. "It's Natalie Cross. You knew my mother, Marie Cross".
"Oh yes, I think u remember her". He sounded puzzled as to why I was calling him.
Ok here goes, I knew what I had to say next. "I know this is crazy; but I'm your daughter!"
Silence at the other end. "Hello, are you there?" Still nothing, please I thought answer me please!
"Hello" he said. Then he said: "My daughter, is this some kind of joke?"
"No, you are my father. Romeo, you were with my mother 28 years ago, and you have a daughter; me!"
I knew this to be true because my mother was a virgin and he was the only man my mother had been with. I waited to hear his response, what I had waited to hear my whole life happiness, joy to hear him say I want to meet you. Nothing like that was what I heard next.
"He said that I was a liar and a gold digger" and that I should "Go back under whatever rock I came out of".
He denied me everything all he thought I wanted was money. My heart shattered under the anger directed my way.
"No" I said. "That's not true, I am your daughter! All I want is to meet you and be part of your life".
What he said next shocked me: "If you want to meet me, call my lawyer!"
Before I could speak another word, the line went dead. All these years I had dreamed of him, meeting him and knowing him. It was the worst kind of rejection; my own father had rejected me. All of the fantasies I had over the years seemed dirty now, and I felt ashamed of myself.
Time went on and I found myself thinking more and more of him again. I could not stop touching myself thinking of him. I laid in bed and stroked my pussy over and over thinking of meeting him and seducing him until he gave into me and my pussy. I thought of finding out where he hung out places I could meet him an accidental encounter. Maybe a bar, or store somewhere I could lure him in.
