The following is fiction. All characters are over eighteen years old.
Amy lay in her bed, waiting for the familiar sound of the garage door opening. Once she heard the rumble, she knew that she would be moments away from what she dreamed about all day. Daddy would be home, and it would be her job to make sure that he was comfortable after a long day of work and to help him fall asleep so that he would be well rested for the next day's chores at work.
She still called him "Daddy," even though he was her stepfather and had only entered her life when she was fourteen years old. That was when her mother finally remarried. Amy's mother and her biological father had divorced when she was eight. Now she was nineteen and attending the local junior college, but her real passion was attending to "Daddy".
Mom was so busy trying to get ahead at her law firm that she barely had any time to give to Daddy. Amy wondered if Mom even realized how hot Daddy was. At 6'2" with broad shoulders and a thin waist, Daddy was always working to stay in shape. He was forty two now. Or was it forty four, she wondered? She always mixed that up. Either way, he looked good. His salt and pepper hair reminded her of George Clooney. When boys her own age hit on her, she just laughed and brushed them off. They could never compare to Daddy.
Daddy had always been there for her. When she was fifteen and had to get braces, Daddy would tell her every day how beautiful she was. He would run out and get food that was easier to eat whenever her braces got tightened and hurt her. When she was sixteen and her acne went crazy, Daddy would buy her any type of medicine or makeup to make her feel better, but his words did most of the healing. Daddy would always be there to protect her, even when the rest of the world seemed out to get her.
Especially her mom. It seemed like her mom was always trying to make her life more difficult. She would criticize Amy about everything, especially for wearing clothes that were too revealing. Amy felt as if her mom was just jealous of her body. While mom had no time to workout anymore and become soft and chubby, Amy took pride in keeping her body tight and in shape. Maybe her mom was just afraid that one day she would steal away Daddy.
And now that she was grown up, she could finally help her Daddy. He worked so hard, and she loved every minute that she could spend making her Daddy's life a little easier. She owed him so much, and it gave her such pride to be able to show her gratitude and give him relaxation like nobody else could, not even Mom. Mom was always too busy with work anyway. Amy often wondered why Daddy had married her mom. Amy liked to dream that he did it to get closer to her.
Suddenly, Amy's thoughts were interrupted with the moaning sound of the garage door opener beneath her room. Daddy was home! She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was nearly 7:00 PM. Daddy would be starving.
She raced downstairs wearing short gray sweat shorts that barely covered her little apple of an ass and a tight gray tank top that stopped halfway down her toned stomach. Daddy loved to be teased with her body, and she loved to please Daddy.
She raced to the door leading in from the garage and as soon as he entered, she jumped into his arms. He took a step back as he caught her in mid-air, but his strong arms had no problem with her diminutive weight. He spun her and kissed her on the cheek.
"How has Daddy's little angel been today?"
"I missed you, Daddy" she replied as she nuzzled in his neck and bathed him with kisses. She leaned in close and took a big breath of his scent. She loved how he smelled after a long day at work. It was a mixture of his musk, faded cologne, and something else that she couldn't quite pin down. It was intoxicating.
"Good girl. I hope you got all of your homework done. What do you have for Daddy tonight?" he asked as he gently let her slide down his body, allowing her to land gently on her feet while making sure to give her taut ass a good squeeze as he put her down.
"Pot roast, just how you like it, and a big salad," she answered as she beamed at him. She had her hands behind her back and was swaying from side to side with excitement. He smiled with pride. He felt so lucky to have her.
She set the table, making sure to bend over as much as possible so he could get a good view of her ass. Her shorts were so short that when she bent over, the bottom third of her ass was exposed. The fabric clung so tightly that he could make out the outline of her little pussy as the fabric nuzzled between her lips. She turned on the news program that he liked to watch while he ate, and then with a kiss on his cheek she retired to her room to give him the peace he liked when he got home. Before she left him she stood up straight, looked him in the eye and told him that she hoped he enjoyed his dinner.
About forty minutes later she heard his shower running, so she headed downstairs to clean up. Then she returned to her room to put on a nightie. She went with a tiny, red silk negligee that accentuated her light skin, which was just beginning to get some sun now that winter was finally relinquishing its grasp.
As she undressed to put on the negligee, she ran a hand over her pubic region to make sure that she was smooth enough for Daddy. He hated it when she had any stubble on her bald pussy. She was satisfied with her smoothness, having freshly shaven herself only hours before. She noticed that her pussy was already wet for Daddy. She slowly rubbed herself, thinking about the pleasure she was about to have. Her little pussy lips wrapped around her fingers as she massaged her cunt.
She held the negligee up and inspected it. The nightie was cut high on the hip. This would show off her long athletic legs. Its top was only a half bra, so from her pink nipples up, her beautiful perky breasts were exposed. As she got dressed and inspected herself in the full length mirror, she smiled in anticipation. Daddy would love it!
She heard the shower turn off, so she hurried downstairs and grabbed him a tall glass of water and a whiskey on the rocks. She could hear him whistling in the bathroom as she set his drinks down on his bedside dresser.
He came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from gasping at the sight of his magnificent form. His shaven chest was glistening with moisture, accentuating his large pecs. His stomach was also freshly groomed, and she could just make out the outlines of his abs. He prided himself on staying in shape.
"You look lovely, darling," he said as he walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. His right hand lightly caressed the side of her breast, sending a shockwave of pleasure up her spine. He sat on the bed and held out his hand. She handed him his whiskey, slid behind him and began massaging his shoulders. He groaned with pleasure.
"Tell me about your day, honey," he said lazily with eyes closed, drinking in the pleasure of her touch.
"Class was fine. I got an A on my history test. Then I came home, cleaned up the house a bit, finished my homework, and read while I waited for you, Daddy." She continued to knead his massive shoulders with her nimble little hands. She could feel the tension of his day slowly drain from his muscles.
After a bit of small talk, he finished his whiskey and handed her the glass. This was her cue. She got off of the bed and made room for him to lie down. He unhooked his towel, stood naked in front of her and handed it to her waiting arm. She was careful not to gasp again, but the sight of his naked form caused her heart to beat rapidly.
His cock hung long from the heat of his shower. She could stare at it for hours. She loved how it looked in this state. Still large, but not overly intimidating. She loved how big the head looked, and how all of the skin wrinkled passively. His pubic area was freshly shaven along with everything else, and this caused his already large cock to look even more massive. She often wondered how she was able to accommodate it in her tight little pussy.
She grabbed the towel and walked to the bathroom to hang it up as he laid down on his stomach. When she came back and approached him, she marveled at how firm his ass was. The light skin of his ass stood out from the olive hue of the rest of his body, a result of the constant sun he received during his regular runs. She loved the two dimples he had on his ass cheeks. She could kiss them for hours.
She sat down on his ass and began to massage his powerful back. He moaned his appreciation. She loved making her Daddy happy. She massaged down to his ass, then hopped off and rubbed his ass as hard as she could. He held a lot of tension here and she knew how to make it drain away. She let her hand glide down to one of his smooth, large balls and lightly stroked it. He moaned again with pleasure.
Next she moved down to his legs. She used her elbow to get a particularly tough muscle knot out of his right calf. Then up to his hamstrings, as she ran a hand up between his legs, letting him know that she was finished with his massage.
"Are you finished with my massage, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. What do you want now?" This was the part of their routine, and his response would depend on his mood.
"Why don't you straddle Daddy's chest and give his favorite body part some attention. But first strip out of those cute little panties. Daddy wants to get a good look at his favorite pussy" he said as he rolled over onto his back.
"Yes, Daddy" she answered, as she shimmied out of her lace panties and ran a hand across her swollen pussy lips. "Favorite pussy. Sorry mom." she thought as she hopped her sprightly frame onto his chest, now facing her Daddy's cock, the total focus of her lust. She slid her legs to either side of his chest and propped herself up on her elbows. She was so happy that he asked for this particular attention, as she loved pleasing him with her mouth.
