Rose was a complicated girl. Her mom had left when she was just a baby, so it was always just her and her dad. She was a good girl, a straight-A student who rarely got into trouble. Recently having turned eighteen, she didn't have many friends and had never been with a boy. She was gorgeous: a fair-skinned brunette with full, supple DDs which sat beautifully on her voluptuous, curvy shape. But the thing is, she was a hard girl to get to. She had been approached by boys in school, only to brush them off. She had particular tastes - tastes these boys couldn't satisfy.
Rose's girlfriends would always try to set her up with guys they thought she'd like and she went on a few double-dates. For some reason or another, though, she never wanted to take it any further. One night, when her best friend Alicia was spending the night, she finally confronted Rose about it.
"Why don't you go out with Pete? He thinks you're cute, and I hear he's pretty good - if you know what I mean..." she knew Rose needed to get laid, and she was determined to help.
"Alicia, please. I've already told you he's not my type."
"Okay, well what IS your type then?" Alicia was starting to get frustrated. "It seems like you've met every type of boy there is, but you never like any of them."
Rose thought for a minute, and said "I don't know...none of these guys are real men. They seem so childish!"
"Girl, you're only eighteen! What do you expect?"
"That's just it," Rose said, "these younger boys just don't do it for me. I want a man."
"Okay," Alicia said, finally feeling like she'd made a breakthrough. "What kind of man? You're 18 now, you can get whatever man you want!"
Rose thought for a moment about whether or not she wanted to reveal the secret that she'd been hiding for years, ever since she first started thinking about sex. "Can I tell you something?" She asked, timidly.
Alicia gave her a look, ready to hear what it was she'd known Rose had been keeping so quiet.
"Alicia, you can't tell anybody" Rose insisted.
"Girl, you know I won't! Spit it out!"
Rose began, "I know what you're gonna think, but just hear me out. Have you ever looked at my dad? Like, have you noticed how his chest hair spills out of his shirt? And those arms...and, and...when he walks around in his pajamas, you can just see he's big..."
Alicia stared gaping at Rose, she had noticed her dad's bulge. But she never expected to hear that Rose had, too. "You're fuckin' with me, aren't you?" She asked.
"No, really," Rose assured her, "I want it so bad. It's all I think about when I touch myself, and I can't get it out of my head. I know it's wrong, and I know he doesn't look at me that way, but I just can't help but wish he did."
Rose felt so relieved to have finally gotten this off her chest, but what she didn't realize was that her dad was outside the door listening. He had come to say goodnight, and overheard the conversation. She also didn't know that he did look at her that way - and now, through those pajama pants she loved so much, his manhood became harder than it had ever been as he listened to the girls giggle and talk about his daughter's wild fantasies.
He decided not to knock on the door - it would have been awkward anyway, but especially if he walked in with his dick this hard. He laid down, and tried to push away the thoughts that kept racing through his head. It had been a long time since he'd heard a woman talk about him that way, and even longer since he'd gotten laid. After Rose's mom left he dated a little, but ultimately put all his attention into providing for Rose and helping her through school. As he thought about his daughter's fantasies, his mind turned to her beautiful body.
He couldn't help himself...his hand slowly traveled down to his massive erection. He closed his eyes and stroked his cock, imagining she was in front of him. She had a face that would look amazing with a load of cum on it. As he thought about it he exploded, leaving the inside of his boxers soaked with his seed.
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Rose and Alicia didn't sleep much that night. Alicia was amazed by Rose's fetish - on one hand, it was CRAZY! But, on the other hand, she couldn't get enough. When they woke up, she asked Rose if she was being serious. Rose assured her she was very serious, and even more serious that this could NOT get out to other people. Alicia promised she wouldn't say anything, but on one condition. She made Rose promise that she'd make a pass at her dad, just to see what happens. Alicia had a feeling Rose's dad wouldn't be able to resist, and she wanted all the details.
It was an awkward breakfast, Alicia kept glancing at Rose's dad and then back to Rose, only stopping when Rose kicked her under the table. Her dad noticed, but pretended he didn't. He was still trying to talk himself out of making a move. He loved his daughter so much and knew how shy she was. He didn't want to make her do something she'd regret, or ruin their relationship. But he couldn't help watching her as she walked around the house, that day.
Rose stayed in her pajamas all day, something she did purposely as she tried to build up the courage to approach her father. She caught him looking as she walked by in her tight shorts and skimpy top. She wasn't wearing a bra, and while her dad wasn't looking she had turned up the AC so it would be a little colder inside.
He realized she had seen him look, and quickly turned his gaze back to the TV as she closed the bathroom door.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Rose thought about giving up on the whole thing. Her heart was racing. Would he be mad at her? Would she ruin the great relationship they had always had? She didn't know what to do. She decided she needed a little more time to plan it out, and headed out to the kitchen. As she left the bathroom, she noticed her dad was no longer on the couch. She figured he must have gone to his bedroom. She had been looking toward the living room couch and wasn't watching, and she walked right into him as he was leaving the kitchen. She jumped, startled, and tripped over his foot - he caught her, grabbing her around the waist. Both of their hearts raced as they looked at each other, neither one of them sure what to do now.
Rose looked down and noticed that her dad was rock hard, as his hands lingered on her hips.
"I'm sorry I didn't see you there, Daddy..." she said, struggling to keep her eyes off his bulge.
"It's okay baby, you don't ever have to feel bad with me. No matter what."
They both got quiet after he said that...but Rose couldn't wait anymore. "Really Daddy?" She asked, "no matter what?"
As he stammered, trying to come up with something to say, Rose pressed her hips against him. He felt his cock grow harder against her, and he knew he was done pretending.
He slid his hands around to Rose's perfect ass, squeezing and pulling her even closer. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him, sending his head into a spin. He'd longed for a woman's touch for so long, and had wondered how her full lips would feel against his. It felt better than he imagined, and knowing how wrong it was only made it hotter.
Before either of them knew what was happening, they were making their way to Rose's bedroom - kissing and feeling every inch of each other as they went. Rose pulled off her top as her dad lifted her onto the bed. He kissed her neck, working his way down to her hard, pink nipples. Rose ran her fingers through his hair, amazed by how good it felt to have a man touch her. She couldn't believe it was really happening. She had watched her father for so long, knowing he could make her feel things nobody else could.
