Melissa Loves Daddy

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

"It's actually not too bad, Daddy. Classes aren't hard, though I don't like having econ at eight." The first week of school had been a whirlwind. When I got here I had been so scared, and I was a weepy mess when Daddy and Mom drove away.

"I'm so glad Babydoll," Daddy's voice was an anchor, even miles away over the phone. Though classes were easy, I was nervous about making friends.

"Still miss you," I said, kind of quiet.

"Your Mom and I miss you too. Can't believe you're already this big. Do you like the town?"

Daddy's words made me blush, and that feeling hit me, the one that made both of us so uncomfortable. "It's nice to walk on the beach," I said. I hadn't worn my swimsuit a single time. It hardly covered me, and I felt too tall and my butt was too big.

"Hope you're not out drinking," Daddy said.

I was getting warmer. "No, Daddy!"

I answered Daddy's questions about classes. He teased me about boys and my ears burned. Most of the guys here were ok, but I had met a few who scared me a little. He told me a little about when he was in college.

"Well, the last thing I wanted to tell you is that your Mom and I are visiting next weekend." I had sort of been enjoying the sound of Daddy's voice rather than his words, but this made my heart skip a beat.

"Wait, you and Mom are coming out here?"

"That's right Missy Bear," he had started using that old nickname right before I left for college. I liked it when I was a kid, but for a long time it just reminded me of being big. Now, though, the name reminded me of what Daddy and I did together before I left. "We're going to spend a couple of nights. Go out for dinner, go to the beach. You still have that swimsuit I got you, right?"

"It doesn't fit anymore," I lied.

"Hmm, well we'll have to take care of that, then." I didn't respond. My hope was that Daddy would forget about this. "Anyway, you'll be able to show us around and introduce us to your friends. You'd like that, right?"

"Yes, Daddy," I grumbled.

"Ok, Baby Doll. Well I'll talk to you later. Love-"

"Daddy wait!" I swallowed hard, steeling myself for what I was going to ask.

"What's up, Missy Bear?"

I took a couple of deep breaths. "I want to say thank you so much." My voice quavered.

"Thank me, for what?" There was a solid beat or two. "Oh," Daddy said. "Oh my, yeah."

I struggled for the words. The gift had made me feel special, important to Daddy. Most of all it made me believe there was hope that Daddy would enjoy me again like he did right before I left. "It's just nice, that's all," my lips throbbed and I rubbed my knees together with my tingles. "I wasn't really expecting it."

"Well, uhhh, Melissa. You're welcome. I'm happy you..." Daddy's voice trailed off.

"It's ok, Daddy. I just thought that after you touched me-"

"Alright, Baby Doll. Sleep well, we love you." Daddy hung up. He hung up. I couldn't believe it. I knew this kind of thing made him uncomfortable, but that really hurt. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I pounded the mattress. The tears welled up in my eyes, how could he do this to me? I knew what Daddy and I did had been wrong, or that he felt weird about it. It was our big secret. I felt weird too, but also it had been the greatest feeling in the world.

One movie night, I was cuddling with Daddy. We always did this on movie night and it was my favorite thing. Somehow, the thought of kissing him got into my head, maybe it was because there was kissing in the movie. Anyway, I got that tingly, wet feeling. But this time it was for Daddy. I had told him about my tingles before, and it made him uncomfortable. This time even moreso.

But I wore him down and soon his hands were all over me. He played with my boobies and nipples, pulling and pinching them. He also slid his hand down and played with my kitty. He put his fingers inside me and somehow found this magic spot. It made me feel like I had a livewire inside me. I had an orgasm from Daddy's fingers in my cooter. I had never had one before, but when I looked around online I was sure that was what it was.

But after that Daddy wouldn't even talk about it with me, let alone do it again. When I got here at UC Santa Cruz, he had given me a gift. It was a little pink vibrator. I was excited to try it out, but mostly it made me feel like Daddy was keeping the door open, like I might have him inside me again if I was good enough.

I rolled on my side and felt sorry for myself. My eyes blurred with tears. Didn't Daddy know what this would do to me? The anger intensified my tears. I pushed the blanket aside that I was knitting for Daddy. It was a good thing Lacey, my roommate, wasn't here to see my cry like this. She had teased me a little about the Disney movie posters I put up on the wall, even though I got her to admit she liked most of the movies. We ended up watching

Encanto

together.

But I felt a buzz and a ring underneath me. I rolled over and picked it up. "Daddy?"

"Babydoll, I'm so sorry." His voice was nervous.

"What happened?"

"Melissa... your Mom was in the room with me. We can't talk about stuff like your," he lowered his voice, "vibrator with her there. I hope it didn't hurt your feelings me hanging up on you."

"No, Daddy, it's ok," I made sure my tone said the opposite.

"Good, and I'm glad you liked it." There was a pause for a few seconds. Daddy wanted me to take the lead on this one. I wasn't going to this time. "Umm... you like it, good. Have you used it yet?"

Admittedly, I was a little surprised he had a question like this. "Yeah, I did."

A few more seconds of quiet. "So how was it?"

Gulping, I pushed my embarrassment down. "Well, I don't know if I was using it right."

"Wasn't there a manual?" Daddy asked. He was doing an admirable job of keeping an even keel.

"I didn't have trouble starting it up or anything. It's just..."

"What, Babydoll?"

"Well, I used it and everything, but it didn't... you know." The night I got there I had used it and sure it felt good, but I couldn't make myself cum. A frustrating experience. That didn't stop me from trying again the next night, and the night after that. I never got myself to orgasm like Daddy did, though.

"You didn't, umm, finish?"

"Yeah I don't know how. Daddy it felt so good when you touched me. I know you can help me with this! Just tell me where to touch. I know I can do it if you help me."

"Melissa, oh my God."

"Please, Daddy. I know it was a little weird, but you made me feel so good. I love you Daddy, I know you can help me."

"Babydoll, you can't ask me about stuff like this."

"I can't talk to any of my friends like this. When I was with you, you touched a special spot on me. Was that my clitoris? I can't find it, Daddy."

Daddy's voice was elevated. "Hold on, Melissa, hold on."

"I just don't know Daddy, I can't do it." Putting a little whine in my voice wasn't that hard, since I was still a little upset with him. "I'll never be able to have an orgasm, Daddy. I looked online and girls don't get them when they have sex. I don't know what to do."

Daddy sighed, "Missy Bear, just listen. Come on, don't cry." He was right where I wanted him, though I had worked myself up and couldn't really stop. "Settle down and we can talk about this."

"You promise?" I croaked.

"Yes, Baby Doll. You're going to have to listen to me very closely. Can you do that?"

I sniffled, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. You're alone right?"

"Yeah I am, Daddy. What do you want me to do?"

"What do you have on?" Daddy asked.

This was the last question I expected and the wet tingles grew. "Umm, I have on my undershirt, the red racerback one with Ariel on it. And for my bottoms I have just my panties on," I giggled.

"Do you have a bra on?"

"No, Daddy!" I squealed.

"Which panties?" Daddy asked.

"The ones that say 'sweet' on the butt," though my cheeks were still wet, I couldn't control my giggling.

"Well those are just perfect for you, aren't they?" Daddy said. My heart thumped and the wet feeling became a trickle.

"Daddy..." I admonished.

"Before we start though, we have to agree on something. When we were talking earlier, you Mom was in the room and I couldn't talk to you about this. Not because it's wrong or dirty, but because I know it's a private thing for you and I wouldn't be taking good care of you if I violated that privacy, would I?" I don't know how Daddy's stern voice aroused me more than his playful one.

"Daddy, you always take good care of me. But I think it's a good idea to keep these kinds of conversations private."

"Right, so when you call me and you need to have a private conversation, I can hang up and call later, just like I did tonight."

It was a bit of a surprise that this was coming from Daddy's side. I thought "these kinds of conversations" were something Daddy wanted to avoid, not enable. "I think so too," I bubbled with mirth. "We should have a code phrase or something."

Daddy laughed too, "Well, Babydoll, you have any ideas?"

"How about 'Mom wouldn't understand?'" It felt deliciously wicked and innocent at the same time.

"So you'll say that if you think we need a private conversation?"

"Yeah," my face and chest were burning up.

"It's certainly on the nose, fine then. So are you ready for me to help you out?"

"Yes, Daddy." Could he hear how hard I was breathing?

"Good girl. Now I'm going to guide you to find your clit. You're going to need to listen closely to me and my questions. Do you understand?"

I felt the same way when I saw the resolve in Daddy's eyes break on the couch that night. "I understand, Daddy."

"Ok, then get on your back. Use your right hand," Daddy was using his serious voice.

I rolled on my back and switched sides with my phone. "I'm on my back now, Daddy." In my mind, Daddy was over me. I was his treasure below him, his prize to claim. My body belonged to him. My arm crossed over my chest, my heart hammering against it.

"Now your clit is going to be right at the top of the cleft of your lady garden," though it was silly, the name made me feel pretty and feminine. "Reach down there for me and tell me what you feel."

Obeying Daddy, I reached down the front of my panties. My kitty had leaked everywhere. My lips were slick with my juice. Thinking of Daddys' hungry hands, I could barely hold back. "I'm touching down there, Daddy." My tingles were shocks now, and reached up into my belly.

"Are you wet down there, Missy Bear?" My mouth opened in shock for a few seconds. "Melissa?"

"Yeah, Daddy. It's really wet." I had to focus, to do good for Daddy.

"It's just that when you touch yourself, it's best if you're wet in your garden. It makes everything smoother. Before you start, you should think of something that makes you excited." He let the implication hang. "Now be gentle and spread your kitty open. You should use your fingers next to your middle finger and just use your middle to touch your actual clit. Once you get good at this you can do it your way, but try it like that now."

My trembling hands spread my kitty open, just like Daddy said. I closed my eyes and my hands were Daddy's in my imagination. "Yes, Daddy," my breath fluttered.

"Good girl. Now your clit is going to be right at the top. It's gonna feel like a little bean or pea in there. If you're excited already it's gonna be a little hard too."

I reached inside and probed myself. It was always a little surprising how big it could feel in there, so many different parts and textures. My hands as Daddy's felt around inside my kitty.

His

kitty. It felt nice, but not the agonizing shocks that I got when Daddy touched me. "I can't find it. I don't think I have one, Daddy."

"Everyone has one, Melissa." For a moment all I could hear was Daddy's heavy breathing. "I know you do, I felt it myself."

My whole body shivered, and my cooter was flooded now. "Thank you, Daddy," I said as I I searched my insides.

"You're welcome, Missy Bear. It's my pleasure to help you out. My special girl."

Fantasy Daddy was making me even more special. He loved me enough to do what no other girls' Daddies would do for them. "It feels good, Daddy, but I don't-" I gasped. Pleasure shot through my body. "Oh, Daddy," I whimpered as I writhed.

"Can you feel it, Babydoll?" Daddy's smile was in his voice.

"Yeah, Daddy," my breath huffed. "You were right, it's like a little bean. Is this gonna make me orgasm, Daddy?" My finger poked and prodded that magic place inside me. I circled it, afraid to touch it directly.

"Tell me what you're doing," Daddy said.

"It's uuuhhhhh It's so much. I'm circling around it now, it's too intense to touch right on it. But it feels so good Daddy. I love you." Every angle I touched was a different kind of pleasure. My breath was quick and shallow.

"Melissa, I'm so proud of you. That's your clitoris. Now whenever you need to cum you can touch it. That's what I touched that night I made you cum, Babydoll."

"Am I gonna cum this time, Daddy?" My heart leapt from my chest. My body was so wracked with pleasure that I couldn't focus on the fantasy.

"Some girls have sensitive nipples. I touched yours that night to help you cum. You might try playing with them when I hang up."

"Wait, when you what, Daddy? Don't hang up yet."

There was something in his voice, something urgent. His breath puffed. "Babydoll, I can't be on the phone with you while you cum. I'm going to let you finish."

How the hell he decided to draw the line here, I had no idea. Maybe he thought it didn't count if he didn't hear me finish. "But, Daddy..." I flipped my clit back and forth, wracking my body with pleasure and hoping I could finish before he hung up.

"I have to go. Now say bye. I love you, Melissa."

I huffed, "I love you Daddy." My phone dropped, and like Daddy told me to, I pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Yes, Daddy, that feels so good," I said to the empty room.

Fantasy Daddy was right over me and I thrust my hips toward him. "What are you gonna do to me, Daddy?" Just like Daddy had done, I yanked on my nipple until it hurt. He pulled his cock out now. I had seen dicks in porn before, and they looked weird to me. But somehow Daddy's wasn't so scary. He rubbed his member against my kitty.

My hand sped up. I wanted to explore, but the intensity of sensation made me desperate and I rushed toward my climax. My boob squished between my fingers, and I twisted my nipple, reveling in the pleasure spiked with pain. I was getting short of breath now and my chest heaved under my groping hands. "I need it, Daddy. I need your big Daddy dick inside me."

I was soaked down there now, and my garden squelched with my strokes. My panties were so wet now that I was sure they smelled and I would have to change them. Would Daddy like sniffing my ripe panties? "Oh my God, Daddy. Your cock is so big inside me." Daddy's eyes were full of desire for me, and only for me. He was forgetting about Mom. "I want you to cum inside me Daddy, please. Fill me with your hot cum."

The tingles were electric now, and that feeling was close. That magic feeling was about to hit me, that crescendo. "I'm gonna cum for you, Daddy!" My fingers pressed down on my clit, the pressure shooting me full of blinding sensation. I was pushing myself closer and closer, ready to cum hard on Daddy's dick.

My hips pressed up, and Daddy's cock shot into me, fucking me hard like I needed. Then it happened. I was white-hot at the tips of my fingers, and I let out a groan, identical to one of agony and felt the heat explode through me. The muscles in my abs tensed and my climax burned through me, from my kitty, to my belly, to my face, and out to my fingertips. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes so hard I saw stars.

Wave after wave shot through me. My body was tossed like a tree in a tornado, completely beyond my control. My breaths came in moaning agony and I threw my head back as far as it would go. The pleasure felt as if it would blow out the top of my head.

The waves subsided, and my orgasm drifted away in waves like the tide of the ocean. The wracking agony became shooting pleasure, then a pulse, then a tingle. My stomach churned as I took my finger away from my kitty. The sweat covering my skin made me feel cool now, and my panties were soaked.

I sat up on the bed, still dazed from my orgasm. I had done it. Daddy had given me what I needed again, if indirectly. He came through one more time. "Thank you Daddy," I whispered to both real Daddy and the fantasy one. When I rolled over the sheets were soaked under me.

—

That wasn't the only time I made myself cum. I did it again later that night and the next night. I had to cover my mouth so that I wouldn't wake Lacey in the bed on the other side of the room. The next time I tried with my vibrator and it was much quicker. When I could, I put a towel underneath me. Was there supposed to be this much stuff when I came? I had to sneak the thing into the bathroom to clean it off. Lacey didn't seem to be the type to judge, but I would have been mortified anyway.

But the most mortifying thing was going on inside my head. Every time I touched myself, with my finger or the vibrator, it was Daddy in my mind. I tried thinking of boys at school, I even tried thinking of Chris Hemsworth, who had always been my favorite since I had seen

Thor

. But no matter how much I concentrated, Daddy would emerge through the clouds of my imagination, banishing whatever mere boy was there. His piercing green eyes glowed in the dark.

"Daddy," I would whimper to him. "I know it's wrong, but I also know that you love me enough to give me what I need. Please, Daddy." The Daddy in my mind would always oblige me and I would end up wet, hot, and quivering. I wanted to call him or text him but I was afraid to. For some reason, I wanted him to reach out to me. I glanced at my phone constantly, saying a silent prayer that I would hear from him soon.

So a couple of days after our conversation, I was elated to get a message from him.

Daddy:

Hey, Babydoll. How's school?

Melissa:

Hi, Daddy! It's been a couple of days.

Daddy:

Sorry, Missy. It's been busy around here.

Melissa:

It's ok. They have a nice cafeteria here. I can get pizza every day.

Daddy:

I want you to eat right, Missy Bear.

Melissa:

Don't want to get fat.

Daddy:

You know that's not what I mean.

Daddy:

You're perfect the way you are.

Daddy:

Come on, smile for me, Babydoll.

I'll be damned if that didn't bring the biggest smile to my face. I would have been even more embarrassed if Daddy had been here to see me.

Melissa:

I miss you, Daddy.

Daddy:

Me too. I get a little worried for you.

Melissa:

Why?

Daddy:

There's a lot of ways you could get in trouble. Drinking, boys, skipping classes.

Melissa:

That's weird, Daddy. I don't drink. It's yucky.

Daddy:

Well, that's a relief.

Melissa:

And I don't skip classes either. I like my professors.

Melissa:

And you definitely don't have to worry about boys.

Daddy:

I'm not saying that you shouldn't do anything with boys, I'm just asking you to be safe. Make sure a friend knows where you are, use protection.