Author's note: For clarity, everyone in this story as it occurs is a legal adult.
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A little background: my daddy left my mom when I was a kid. My older brother and baby sister opted to stay with that cheating whore, but I was a daddy's girl and I wanted to stay with him. I didn't go see her unless I HAD to.
Daddy was my hero and he always made me feel pretty by telling me when I made myself up for school pictures or dances.
Since my 18th birthday, I've noticed him looking at me differently. Poor daddy never dated and I knew he had been thinking bad thoughts. It's not like I didn't notice, but I seriously pretended not to, because well.... Yuck. He's my dad. He is what many women would find attractive. He's 6'3", well built, and muscular. He has dark brown hair, a strong jaw, and he looks like he would be able to left a woman up and move her around at will. Still even though he's my dad, sometimes when he looks at me with a particular twinkle in his eyes, my stomach twists and I have to excuse myself with some lame excuse. I vehemently deny any possibility its attraction. I insist its mild sickness. End of story.
BUT It made me go to daddy's room more often to play my little game and push the limits of the time he was expected home. I didn't want him to catch me, but I knew the smell of my sex would linger and I kind of liked to tease him that way. I knew he wouldn't ask me about it, ever.
I've been playing this little game after university classes since I noticed him looking at me. I would sneak down to my daddy's room and bring myself to screaming orgasm in his room watching the various porn movies I wasn't supposed to know he had.
I set myself up in several places all over his room, and there was probably more of my juices than his in some spots. I've been in his desk chair, his bed, the middle of the floor, his recliner (one of my favorites,) and even on his weight bench. I don't have a daddy fetish or anything: he just happened to have the porn and the DVD player I was using in his room. Admittedly, the naughty factor of being in my dad's room helped a little.
One particular day, I went into his room and started a new movie I hadn't seen before. He had them labeled by numbers, not with the covers - I think he didn't want to be obvious in case I found them. I put it in the DVD player and pressed play.
I was wearing what I always do when I come down here: bra and panties. Today I opted for a matching pink lacy set and added pink fishnet thigh highs to mix it up and feel a little naughtier.
