All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.
There comes a point in every parent's life when their precious little angel finally becomes an adult. When your handsome son or beautiful daughter celebrates their 18th birthday, you as their guardian are filled with so much love and happiness, hugging and kissing your pride and joy who has just breeched adulthood.
And that's happening to me—today! I have been so super excited for my 18th birthday ever since school started this year! Most of my classmates have already turned 18...some are approaching 19... but I'm still the youngest of all my friends. And the smallest. And the cutest. And the smartest. And the bounciest too!
And it's all thanks to my amazing Daddy! Tehehee!
You see, my Daddy LOVES me. Like, so much! It's been just me and my Daddy ever since my Mommy left us when I was just a baby. I don't even know what happened to her or remember what she looked like...Daddy never shows me any pictures of her, but says that if I just take a look in the mirror, that I would see half of Mommy within me.
The other half, of course, coming from my Daddy!
Daddy is a very handsome man. But he's a very lonely man, too. Heartbroken from his soul mate leaving him and being thrown into the responsibilities of solely tending to his Baby Girl, Daddy never started dating anyone else. Oh, I wish he did, though. I want someone to love him as much as I love him!
Secretly... I kinda feel like Daddy doesn't want to date anyone else because of me...
Oh no Sillygoose—not like THAT! Daddy loves me, of course, but, tehehhee, he doesn't actually wanna "do-it" with his daughter! Oh gosh, that would be so naughty! I can't believe YOU would even THINK that!
What I meant to say was that Daddy doesn't date anyone else because he doesn't want me to be hurt by another woman. Daddy couldn't bear to see his Baby Girl start to have nice feelings towards a lady he decided to date, and did not want me to suffer the heartbreak of loosing another motherly figure in my life should things not work out between themselves.
I applaud Daddy's bravery though. He is such a strong and powerful man, and I know he only wants the very best for his little girl. And believe you me—Daddy has made sure to make me the very best girl in the whole wide world!
You see, Daddy always has my best interest in mind. He's made me do cheerleading from an early age so I could develop my toned figure and agile finesse. Daddy would always buy me pretty dresses and lacy bras, "for proper support" he says. He even makes me watch YouTube tutorials on Hair and Makeup so I can look my very best—but only for Daddy! Daddy never lets me dress up outside of the house, and would never ever allow me to date, and it's because I promised him when I was just a little girl that I would never, ever leave his side; I would be his perfect little princess forever and ever!
Daddy is the King and I am his obedient little princess. I will kiss Daddy's ring on his finger, fetch his slippers for him, and massage his feet anytime he asks. I also sit on Daddy's lap whenever he requests, and then I read stories to him! Daddy says he really likes it when I read to him; in fact, he usually leaves early and goes to his bedroom, "to go to sleep" he says.
Wow, I must be really good at reading bedtime stories!
When I look in the mirror, I do see half of Daddy within me. I am pretty short—that's from my Mommy's side—so I have to hop up on the bathroom vanity countertop to check out my reflection in the mirror. The first thing I see are my eyes—two sparkling gems the color of sapphires with long eyelashes surrounding and protecting them. My blonde eyebrows are manicured and my ivory face is speckled with cinnamon freckles. I have the cutest little nose that comes up to a little point on the tip, and I have these plump pink lips and two adorable dimples, making me look like a little fairy princess!
And what princess is complete without her beautiful crown atop her head? My hair is long and blonde and cascaded from my head in curly swirly ringlets. They bounced and they bobbed like the hair on a porcelain doll, sort of reminding me of Shirley Temple from my Daddy's antique collection.
I know my Daddy is super handsome, but I am sooooo glad I do not look all big and strong and hairy like him! Hehee!
Looking past my face I notice my breasts, small yet perky with two pink jellybean nipples hardening in the cool air conditioning. I giggle as I admire my tight young body, soft silky skin, protruding hip bones, and pierced belly button—a present from Daddy on my 16th birthday! Oh, he's such a cool Dad!
Averting my eyes downwards, I stopped a moment to appreciate the way my panty-parts looked. I have a longer labia than most I've seen, showcasing my clit and my lips on the front of my mound. Freshly shaven and as cute as can be, it was the same pink color as my nipples and my lips. Oh, I just love how color coordinated I am!
"Well," I told myself, staring at my reflection up and down in mid-morning light, "today's the day I finally become an adult. So I'm going to look and act like an adult, too."
Daddy taught me well.
I start applying makeup like the models on YouTube. Pitch-black mascara accentuates my sapphires while I line my eyes in ebony eyeliner. My recently waxed eyebrows are filled with color while I dust mineral powder across my face, flawlessly covering any teenage imperfection. My lips soak in the color of crimson while cheekbones are contoured with a light brown bronzer. I look back and gasp at my reflection of perfection, revealing a remarkable resemblance to that of an 18-year-old Drew Barrymore.
I tousle my hair and let it bounce into place. Blond ringlets tickle my nape and send shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden even more. I lightly unleash hairspray in my hair, whirling around in a circle to capture every airborne particle. I run my fingers throughout my scalp, bunching hair up in place, adding more volume. And with one final hair toss, completion is reached.
It's nearly 8am—and it is my responsibility to wake up Daddy. And yes, even though it's my birthday, today is no exception. I must greet him by the foot of his bed, ready his slippers, and kiss his cheek good morning. Everyday. No exceptions. This is how all Kings should be treated!
...and this is why I'm late to school everyday! Tehehe!
So just before 8am chimed, I snuck into Daddy's room, fully adorned and yet completely naked—this would be my birthday present to Daddy! I sure hope he likes seeing his little girl all grown up from head to toe!
I started massaging Daddy's feet as his iPhone alarm went off. Daddy, facedown in his pillow, reached over to his nightstand, silenced the ringer, and let out a manly groan as my little hands wrapped around his feet.
"Good morning, Daddy."
"Mmmmm morning, birthday girl," he muffled in his pillow as he relished in the delights of having his feet rubbed upon waking up.
Slowly, Daddy started to rise and pushed himself up, swinging both legs off his bed while I kneeled down on the floorboards to present his slippers. Carefully, methodically, I slid the plush slipper around Daddy's perfect foot, and then did the same for the other. Daddy's toes wiggled with apparent approval.
I stood up and bent over to give Daddy a kiss on the cheek, whispering "I love you" across his stubbly face. Daddy yawned and his eyes started to flutter. I backed off just a bit, making sure that I was fully visible once Daddy rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
His eyes opened all the way. A gasp escaped his lips. He sat up straight. He again rubbed his eyes. His hands then gripped the flesh of his thighs and sunk in deep as he bellowed: