The characters in this story are all imaginary creations brought to life from a dark corner of my mind.
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Sally Turner is a bubbly nineteen year old girl, and like all girls she has marriage on her mind. But it just so happens that Sally's ideal husband happens to be her dad.
Well another year goes by and project Get-Married-to-Dad has failed to yield any results. Well its not for the want of trying, I can tell you that.
My name is Sally Turner and I am nineteen years old, my dads name is Tom and he is an architect. He's married to my mother Helen a homemaker, and they are both forty-two years old, and if I have my way that marriage will soon be a thing of the past.
Just about every little girl has at one time or another said, "When I grow up, I want to marry my daddy." Well I did, and I meant every-word-of-it!
For the past year I have being busy scheming and plotting in my little head different ways to get, well lets face it. I want my dad to fuck-my-brains-out and I want to marry him.
I have tried practically everything like, walking in on him when he was in the shower, I was wearing very skimpy panties and a crop-top and god! He has an amazing cock. But he acted like he didn't even see me. I tried the old trick where I pretend an earring falls out and I go down on my hands and knees to look for it.
I was wearing a very short skirt with white lace panties, and they really showed off my pussy bulge nicely when I bent over, but he just kept watching TV. I even sat down beside him in my panties and bra and chatted away with dad only to have mum come in and spoil it. God! I swear that woman is a real thorn in my side.
feeling desperate I look online and I may have found a solution. Men are really turned by a girls scent, and I don't mean perfume. They, apparently, love the scent of pussy. Looking down at my crotch I smile to myself and say, "Bingo!"
So I decide to leave some sweetly scented bread crumbs as it were, for dad to find and hopefully when he takes a whiff he sweep me off my feet and make love to me.
So every night in bed I play with myself and just the thought of dad's cock is enough to get me very, very wet. Each morning I wait for dad to make his way to the shower, and at the last minute when he's just at the bathroom door I rush in past him and I say, "Sorry dad, just popping in for my washing." He just laughs.
I have already planted some clothes there, and on my way out I carelessly, accidentally let my wet sticky panties fall to the bathroom floor. He has to pick them up right? And they are wet, so fingers crossed he gets the message.
Well two days have now gone by and nothing, each night I wait in vain for my bedroom door to open and for dad to sneak in and have his wicked-way with me. I can see I am going to have to take drastic action.
Out of the blue mom announces she is going to visit her older sister Mary, she's about sixty-five years old and apparently, she's got the flu.
"Hello opportunity." I say to myself. She will be gone for three days and by-hook or by-crook I will have my way with dad.
I begin to work out a plan of action in my mind, this calls for drastic measures. As soon as mom leaves for her sisters I go to my bedroom, I lay out all of my most scandalous undies I possess on my bed. I decide to go with a red lacy bra and matching see-thru panties, I have matching suspenders and of course black fishnet stockings and a pink garter for good measure, topped off with killer red heels!
Lets see him pass up this free lunch, I think to myself as I get ready to pounce.
Creeping down the hall I make my way to his room, and taking a deep breath I push open the door and say, "Dad I want you to..." Jesus, he's on the bed naked, and he has my panties draped over his face, yes, yes, yesss! It worked, but I have startled him.
"Wow dad, I am pleased you like my scent." I say.
"God, Sally I am so sorry you found me like this."
"Dad, I must confess I planted them because I want you, I want you to fuck me!"
A big broad smile lights up his face and he says, "You look hot Sally, really hot." He says.
Getting out of bed he walks across the room, his big hard cock is swinging to and fro as he walks, its kind of mesmerizing to be honest. I place my arms around his neck and he gives me the most erotic slow kiss, eagerly my hand seeks out his cock and I start to pump his rigid shaft. While he places kiss after soft kiss on my neck.
"So you want to fuck your dad, do you?" he says.
"Yes, oh yes," I say, and kneeling down, I take his cock into my mouth and oh my, I let my tongue dance around the head before plunging his shaft in as deep as I can savoring the taste of his oozing pre-cum.
He gestures me to stand up, and he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed. Oh-my-God, my Knight in shining Armour is going to make me his, I hug him tightly and say, "I love you dad."
Carefully he lets me tumble onto his big soft bed, climbing in beside me he starts to kiss me passionately working his way down my body. He slips off my bra and my nipples are already hard and erect, and he starts to lick them very slowly. God, I can tell you my pussy is on fire with desire. Dad begins to lick my body all the way down to my panties.
"My, my, you are very wet, aren't you?" he says, and starts to slide my panties off.
"Fuck me dad, fuck me, I want you in me." I beg.
