** This is my first literotica submission, the first of many I hope! Please comment - any constructive feedback welcome **
Daisey heard the front door open and quickly looked at the clock hung on the wall opposite her bed. It read half past 9, which meant that her dad was home from work. Smiling, Daisey sat up from her curled position on her bed. She didn't like being home on her own and couldn't wait to give her dad a hug.
She picked up her school skirt from the bedroom floor and pulled it over her tiny, cotton g-string. She stood up and smoothed the pleated black fabric down and straightened the hem which had been rolled up four times and secured with a safety pin for school. Daisey liked to follow the trend in school - the shorter the skirt, the more attention you got from boys.
She then moved over to her pink chest of drawers and pulled out a tight white tank top, and pulled it over her large-cupped push up bra. Now that she was dressed, Daisey checked her appearance in the mirror above her desk. Her eyeliner had smudged underneath her eyes, so she quickly licked one index finger and smoothed out the smudges. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but she couldn't be bothered to re-apply her foundation so she simply filled her plump lips in with a creamy lip balm. Daisey ran her fingers through her straightened, high-lighted blonde hair and was then satisfied with her appearance. She thought she looked a bit tired, but at least she didn't look as though she'd been having sex all day instead of being in school.
Daisey walked outside her room and nimbly ran down the stairs. She wanted to say hello to her dad, and maybe stay up late with him and watch dvds like they usually did when her mum worked night shifts. But when Daisey entered the living room, her dad was not there. She poked her head around the kitchen door, but he wasn't there either. Daisey scrumpled her pretty face up in puzzlement. She could have sworn she'd heard the front door open. Sighing, Daisey walked back to the hallway and opened the front door - sure enough, her dad's black BMW was parked in the steep driveway, still desperate for a clean. Daisey giggled as she noticed the phrases "unloved car" and "clean me" were illuminated on the front bonnet by the security light outside the front door.
Daisey decided that her dad must have gone straight upstairs to his bedroom, or maybe to the bathroom. She gently jogged up the stairs, her bare feet lightly tapping the cold, wooden steps. As the bathroom door was wide open, Daisey approached her dad's bedroom door and rapped her knuckles on the wood twice. Without waiting for a reply, Daisey pushed the door open and stepped inside. She stood, a little shocked, her eyes widening at the sight infront of her. Daisey's dad, Paul, was laying on his bed, still dressed in his pinstriped work suit, with his hand gripping his hard, thick cock protruding from his trousers, stroking and pumping it feverently.
"Daisey!" He gasped, but softly as he stopped. Daisey swallowed hard.
"Uh, sorry, Daddy..." she started, stepping backwards a little. Her eyes were fixed to the size of his cock, it easily exceeded 10 inches. Paul quickly stuffed his cock back into his trousers, struggling to do the zipper up.
"It's ok, Daise. What do you want?" Paul asked calmly as his cock strained for release against the dark material.
"I just wanted to say hello and find out how your day has been," Daisey muttered, now looking at the floor, strands of her blonde hair falling infront of her face.
"Well come here then!" Paul smiled, still lying on the bed in the same position, but holding out his arm. Daisey's face lit up and she held onto his hand and skipped over his body to lay down next to her dad on the bed. Paul wrapped his arm around her and his little daughter snuggled into his armpit.
They were both silent for a few moments. Daisey was a little embarrassed about walking in on her dad like that, but she just didn't expect to see him masturbating. Daisey replayed the image in her mind, noting how calm her dad had seemed - he hadn't jumped up or shouted at her, and he didn't even tuck his cock away instantly either. Paul, however, wasn't embarrassed at all, although he was a little glad that his huge bulge was beginning to go down, more out of comfort than anything else. He was a relaxed and laid-back man who thought nothing of his eighteen year old daughter walking in on him when he was enjoying stroking his huge cock.
After a few moments of what felt like an awkward silence to her, Daisey piped up.
"Why were you doing that, daddy?" Paul smiled at how innocent and sweet his girl sounded.
"I've had a hard day a work, baby. It helps me to relieve my stress," Paul replied, turning his head to look at her and kissing the top of her crown.
Dasiey nodded and appeared satisfied by this answer.
"So does mummy tickle her pussy when she's had a hard day at work?"
Paul paused for a second, a little surprised by the abruptness of the question. But then he decided that his daughter was just a but naive and curious - she was only eighteen after all.
"Yes, baby. Mummy likes to tickle her pussy and put her fingers inside her hole. Sometimes she even puts her fingers in her ass at the same time," Paul said gently, as though it was the most natural thing for a man of 45 to say to his daughter.
Daisey sat up a little and looked down at her dad. Her expression was that of curiosity and complete innocence, mingled with a little surprise.
"Mummy's ass?" she said, giggling slightly.
"Yes, girl. Your mummy really enjoys it. Have you ever done that?" Paul asked, lowering his voice a bit, his heart beating a bit faster as his daughter blushed profusely, shaking her head. It was true, Daisey had never even thought about it, let alone actually finger her ass. She knew her best friend, Chloe, had done anal with her older boyfriend a few times, but the thought never really occurred to her about doing it herself.
Paul grinned, "It's ok girl, it's quite enjoyable for a woman. Maybe you could try it when you've had a hard day at school. Do you tickle your pussy to relieve your stress?"
"I, um. Sometimes?" Daisey blushed even more, clearly embarrassed. Paul was beginning to enjoy the conversation he was having with his impressionable young daughter.
There was something sexy about how innocent she looked, teamed with how sexually curious she appeared. Paul let himself look down at Daisey's tits, her cleavage spilling out of her tank top. Paul had been watching and admiring how her tits rapidly grew over the past couple of years. He had been surprised to hear that she was now a DD, despite her being slim and of a petite build. A DD did look disproportionate on her body, but Paul thought that look was overly slutty - and he liked his women to look like and act like sluts.
Paul grabbed his daughter and pulled her ontop of him, wrapping his arms around his little girl. She smiled at her dad, wiggling into a comfy position laying ontop of him.
