Kayla Desires Daddys Dominance Ch 01

I sat on the couch wearing one of my dad's oversized t-shirts with just panties on underneath. I loved wearing my dad's shirts around the house; they had his manly sent on them which always made me feel snug and safe.

I have lived with my dad every since my mom and him divorced. During the divorce, my parents had given me and my younger brother both the free choice to live with whoever we wanted. It was not an ugly divorce, both of our parents were, and still are, civil to one another, and they both continue to communicate with each other and be a part of both me and my brothers lives.

My brother Tommy decided to stay with my mom. He was a typical boy; craving his independence at an early age, always wanting to run wild and make his own decisions while not having anyone tell him what to do. Since my mom was more passive and not very strong at enforcing rules, I guess he figured he could get away with more by staying with her. Mom never had attended college, so she found it difficult to find good paying jobs. It was a struggle for her to pay the bills on her own after me and my dad moved out. She and Tommy had already had to relocate twice to avoid being evicted. My dad helped her out a lot financially, mostly for Tommy's sake, but still, he was not going to completely support her. Tommy had recently picked up an after school job to help with the bills, and they seemed to be doing well now.

I, on the other hand, loved the safety and security my dad provided. He had worked construction most of his life and eventually became a contractor running his own business. He was a great provider, protector, as well as a strong disciplinarian. Unlike my brother, I had no desire for independence. I liked that he set rules and parameters for me. I loved knowing my dad was in full control of the world around me and that I didn't have to worry about anything. We had a great daddy daughter relationship; he always called me his baby girl and showered me with parental love. I was so dependent on him and loved him so much that I could not imagine my life without him, so I decided to stay with him.

I reached for the remote control and flipped through the channels on the TV. I was not really interested in watching anything; I was just killing time waiting for my dad to leave the house. He had told me he was getting ready to head out and run some errands. I knew I was going to get a chance for some home alone fun time, and my excitement for what I had planned was all that was on my mind at this moment.

As an 18 year old girl, my female hormones were running wild with sexual urges that would make a porn star blush. I had discovered free porn and kinky romance novels which had opened a whole new world of sexual ideas and delights for me. At first, I just took in basic porn with a man and woman making love to each other. It thought it was beautiful to watch, and I learned a lot about how boys and girls bodies interacted perfectly together from this type of porn. It also led me to more discoveries about my own body.

However, as I stumbled upon other more kinky types of porn, I was not prepared for the world of hidden desire that would awaken within me. I was craving to experiment with new things, including, but not limited to, the different sexual lifestyles available between men and women. I was especially drawn to the world of dominance and submission; more so, the master and slave lifestyle.

I eventually ran across porn about public exhibition, forced nudity, spankings, humiliation, partner swapping, and even daddy daughter sex. I found myself incorporating all of the different types of sexual ideas into my own personal fantasies.

I loved the thought of being a submissive and giving up all control of myself to someone. The idea of being disciplined, used, put on display, and forced to be a dirty girl really got my juices flowing, but the daddy daughter porn had taken it to a whole new level.

I had started fantasizing regularly about how it would feel to submit to my dad; to be obedient to his every sexual command, and have him do with me as he wants. I know my dad would never touch me in such a way, but my fantasies of him were so hot and naughty, they drove my female hormones crazy thinking about how thrilling bonding with him as his submissive toy would be.

I felt guilt for having incest fantasies about my father; after all, I knew it was socially unacceptable. I didn't know how to process these inner desires that I was having about my dad. In an effort to make sense of my feelings and cravings, I started writing my submissive fantasies towards my dad down in a journal. I also wrote about my other fantasies including exhibitionism, forced public nudity, being spanked, being sexually humiliated, and even being shared. My journal has a combination lock on it which I always lock back after writing in new entries, and I keep it tucked away between my bed mattresses so that it is safe from being found.

My dad came walking into the living room.

Dad: "Kayla, I am getting ready to leave baby girl. Is there anything you need while I am out? Would you like me to grab you a bite to eat or something?"

I was about to say no, but as I thought about it, having him stop for food would keep him gone a little longer, and this would give me more time to indulge in my fantasy world. Since I was not hungry, I figured I should get something I could put in the fridge for later. I decided on a Philly steak sub from Connor's Deli which was on the other side of town; this would keep him gone a little longer and give me plenty of time to play.

Me: "Yes daddy, that sounds good; maybe you could get me a Philly steak sub from Connor's?"

Dad: "That's on the other side of town baby girl. I wasn't planning on going that direction."

I puffed my bottom lip out and gave him a sad puppy dog look.

Dad: "Okay baby girl, you know I cannot deny my little princess when she wants something. I will go by Connor's for you."

I changed my face to a happy girl smile.

Me: "Thank you daddy, I love you."

Dad: "I love you to baby girl."

My dad grabbed his car keys off of the coffee table, gave me a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and headed out the door. I sat and waited until I heard him start his truck and pull out of the driveway, then I jumped up and ran to look out the window to watch him drive off in the distance and out of sight.

Once I was safely assured he was gone, I trotted my little bare feet into my bedroom. I decided to leave my bedroom door open to add some thrill to my planned play time. One of my big kinks, besides my daddy daughter turn on, was the idea of public nudity and the risk of being caught, but I knew I could never act on this type of behavior for real; I would never have the courage or confidence to try something like that. Just like my dad fantasies, it was just another one of those things I fantasized about wile masturbating. I knew dad would be gone awhile and there was no real risk of being seen or caught, so I wanted to have a little role play time.

As I stood just inside my bedroom door, I pulled my dad's shirt up over my head and let it drop to the floor. My boobs were now fully available for viewing, and I could already feel arousal building up inside of me from just having them out free and exposed. Next, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled them down to my thighs before letting them drop to my ankles. After stepping out of them, I noticed my bedroom mirror above my dresser and walked over to stand in front of it.

Looking into my mirror, I began to explore my feminine nakedness. I am 5'1' tall and weigh 105 pounds. I feel as though I am too short; all of my girlfriends are taller than me, but at least my weight matches my height. I am not fat nor am I skinny by any means; my body type fits my frame, height, and weight; most people would say I am a healthy and fit looking girl. I have long blond hair and blue eyes; I get my hair color from my mom and my eye color from my dad.

I have c-cup breast which seem to match my body type; they are up firm and tight and my nipples point straight forward. My areolas are the size of half dollar coins, soft pink, and have very perky nipples. I have a complex about my nipples; I think they stick to far out when I am aroused. I feel like they are flashing lights on a billboard screaming "Horny girl here, please draw you attention to the horny girl." They are even obvious under my dad's lose fitting shirts.

I keep the hair on my pubic mound trimmed low in a small Bermuda triangle style cut; I personally think having a small patch of pubic hair adds sexiness to the female body. It draws attention to our vulva area and says "I am a fully mature female ready for breeding." I never liked the completely balled shaved baby look, besides my little hair patch does nothing to hide my outer or inner labia, clit, or vagina; I keep the area around those shaved well and all my girl parts are fully viewable.

I am not overly confident in my body; I have insecurities and body image issues like most all average 18 year old girls do. I only see my flaws, and I do not see myself as sexy. This thought sometimes interferes with my exhibitionist fantasies; I ask myself would anyone really want to see me naked? But here alone in my house, I can pretend I am sexy and desirable; I can pretend that others might catch me naked and enjoy me, so I decided to walk around the house naked for a bit and pretend I was openly on view for others to inspect.

I walked into the living room, sat on the couch with my legs wide open, and flipped through the TV channels again. I imagined that my girlfriends where here watching TV with me; I had lost a bet, so I had to stay completely naked in front of them with my legs open while they were fully clothed. They would pinch nipples and tease me for how erect and hard they got, and they would make playful remarks about my displayed clit and pussy lips. I pulled on my nipples and teased my little nub for awhile as I sat here thinking of this scenario playing out.

Next, I went into the kitchen and pretended I was being forced to cook a meal totally naked while guest were setting at the kitchen table watching me; I was a naked house slave that was not allowed clothes. I got plates out of the cabinet and walked them over to the table as though I were serving the house master's guest. I would bend over and place their plates in front of each of them while my breast would freely swing and hang within inches of their faces. They would grab my boobs and slap my ass at will as I worked to serve them.

Finally, I moved on to my dad's bedroom where I climbed in his bed and laid out spread eagle. I began touching myself; I was squeezing and kneading my breast while stroking my clit. I was getting so wet that I was afraid I might leave a wet spot on my dad's bed. I imagined my dad coming home and catching me spread open being naughty on his bed and just taking me right here for being such a bad girl. I could feel my nipples getting hard and my clit swelling with this thought. I was so turned on by the idea of being seen and caught that I needed to up the stakes, I wanted a more real risk of being caught and seen.

I got up and headed to the living room and went directly to the big picture window that overlooked our front yard and street. We always keep the shades drawn closed, so I pulled one side over just far enough for me to peek out. It was a beautiful warm summer day outside, but I did not see any neighbors out in their yards. The street had a few parked cars but no traffic as far as I could see. I was soaking wet now and wanting badly to live out my fantasy of exhibitionism. I wanted to yank the blinds back and risk exposing my naked body for everyone to see, but I just did not have the courage to actually do it.

I stepped back from the window and continued to touch myself. I ran my fingers slowly down my clit and back up again. I could feel the tingling ache inside my loins wanting more, so I started turning circular motions over my swollen tender nub; faster and faster I went not giving my poor sensitive little bean a break. I ran my fingers in and out of my soaking vagina to gather lubricant for my hard pink pearl. I was starting to tense up and I could feel my legs stiffen as the pleasure increased.

Now, in my heightened state of arousal, I seemed to have found the courage to live out one of my fantasies; damn the consequences, I wanted to put myself on display for the entire world to see; I wanted to be vulnerable to the gazing eyes of strangers. I stepped back up to the window and took another peek out; still no one was around. I took a deep breath, grabbed the shades, and slid them all the way open across the full length of the picture window.

I was now standing completely naked in a large 6 ft wide picture frame window for the entire world to see. If any of my neighbors came out or even looked out their windows, they would clearly be able to see all my girl parts for their viewing pleasure, and they would see my hand flying around on my needy pussy. There could be no denying that I was masturbating, and the embarrassing thought of being caught only pushed my arousal further. I could feel my vagina walls producing heavy arousal fluids, so much that it started dripping from my hole down my inner thighs.

Suddenly, I noticed an Amazon delivery van coming down our street out of the corner of my eye. It was still some distance away and moving slow. I was so close to orgasm I did not want to stop. I started to become even more aggressive with my clit trying to force my orgasm out before the van got to my house, but as I watched the van getting closer and closer, it became obvious to me that there was no way I could finish before the driver was passing right in front of my house.

I knew I had to make a decision; I needed to do the rational self preserving thing and quickly close the blinds to avoid being caught behaving like a shameful little slut, or I could give into the pleasure and excitement and welcome the opportunity to be seen completely naked and exposed.

As my hand moved even faster and continued to torture my clitoris, I reached my free hand for the blinds, but not to close them, but rather to make sure they were pushed as far open as possible. If I was going to do this, I needed to be wholly unprotected from cover so that I could not chicken out at the last minute; I wanted the maximum chance of being seen. I desperately wanted to live out this fantasy. I wanted to be caught.

The self elevated state of arousal I was in had blocked any chance of sensible thinking; I was thinking with my pussy, and it was in complete control now. I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching, my legs became stiff, and I started slowly rock my pelvis back and forth as if I was fucking the air. I placed my free hand high up on the window to lift my titties up and out further to present them to the driver; I felt my erect nipples touching up against the widow glass.

The van was moving very slow while the driver was looking for their delivery address. As soon as it was directly in front of me, my legs began to shake and vibrate uncontrollably; I pushed my mound forward and backwards in a humping motion as my orgasm exploded deep from inside me. Cum streamed down my legs on both of my inner thighs, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I could not move. I just stood there in total erotic bliss shaking as waves washed through my body. For how long, I do not know; time seemed to stand still in that moment, and I was temporally oblivious to my surroundings.

After my mind started to clear and my body functions began to return to normal, I seen the Amazon van parked 3 houses down from my house. The driver was already out of his truck and standing on one of my neighbors porches dropping off a package. He was really cute looking; actually he was extremely hot looking. If he had caught me and came to my door telling me I must fuck him or he would report me, I would have gladly lay down and spread my legs for him right there in the open front doorway. It wasn't fair that God would make men that sexy and expect us girls to restrain ourselves.

Quickly, he turned to go back to his van, lifted his head up, and looked directly towards my house and the window I was standing in. I quickly pulled the shades closed and started blushing. Had he seen me? No, surly not, he would have stopped...right? Maybe he did see me but had to complete his delivery. Maybe he didn't see me at all as he passed by. Maybe he had seen me after making his delivery and looking back my direction. What if he had seen me and not found me sexy? Stop it Kayla I told myself, I needed to stop letting my body image insecurities take over my mind; I was sexy and desirable in that moment I insisted to myself.

Truth is, I had no idea if he had seen me or not, but I had just been a naughty girl out in the open and enjoyed it. I began giggling and jumping up and down like a giddy school girl who had just been asked out by her favorite boy. I could not believe what I had just done. It was so risky; it was so dangerous, it was so.....fucking exhilarating!

I have never felt as sexually alive as I did in that moment. My body was still hyper sensitive and the dopamine levels in my brain were still at a fever pitch. Riding high from my state of arousal, I decided to go to my bedroom to keep the fun going.

As I entered through my bedroom door, I stepped over my t-shirt and panties, and I strolled to my laptop that was setting on my utility desk. I was in the mood for some of my kinky porn to keep my little self sex party going. I wanted dirty girl stuff after just having had my first real life dirty girl experience. I knew what I wanted.

I went straight for the daddy daughter porn. I have a cable connected from my computer to my television so that I can view my laptop screen on my TV whenever I want. I pulled up one of my favorite daddy daughter porn clips and started playing it on my television. I walked over to my bed, lay down, and spread my legs wide open.

The girl on the screen was bent over on her hands and knees getting pounded from behind. She was yelling "fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl daddy!" Her dad responded "you're going to learn to be a good girl aren't you little slut, I will teach you to be daddy's good girl!" She responded "Yes daddy, I will be your good girl daddy, teach me my lesson for being a slut daddy, teach me to be your good girl!"

In my mind, I started envisioning my daddy pounding me like that; teaching me that I was his little slut, that I belonged completely to him. I ran my hand down over my still swollen vulva and caressed my outer lips. I went down further, almost touching my butt hole, before pulling my fingers back up through my inner lips; I rubbed them over my vagina opening and back up to my clit, once again conducting a symphony of soft swirls over and around my hard nub.

I closed my eyes as I listened to the girl on the screen yelling "fuck me daddy, please don't stop fucking me daddy!" With my eyes still closed, I could see my dad's face grimacing with power as he pounded my little pussy ruthlessly. I pretended that he had picked up a second job delivering for Amazon, and he was the one driving the Amazon van by our house. After catching his daughter displaying herself in the window like a little slut, he was teaching me a lesson for being such a naughty little girl.

My hand went faster and faster across my hard pink pearl, and my nipples where fully erect pointing straight at the ceiling. I kept my eyes closed as I continued to listen to the girl in the porn moaning in pleasure for her daddy. I could feel my juices building up again as my vagina walls started to slowly contract. Pussy juices were flowing down my ass crack; I was moaning loud and the sounds of my pussy's sloppy wetness could be heard throughout my room. My hand was now abusing my clitoris rough and without mercy. Once again I started bucking my mound up and down; I knew I was on edge, and I was getting ready to.....