Sophia Her Panties And Daddy Ch 01

** Author note -- This work of fiction focuses on a father/daughter taboo dynamic, worn panties and an anal obsession. It's my first work in quite some time so trying something new to knock the rust off. **

"Fuck sake!" He muttered under his breath as he opened the door to the house.

"Daddy?!" Came the somewhat surprised response.

"What's wrong? I thought you were staying with Melissa tonight?" The young, female voice continued.

Sadness gripping his words, he explained, "We're done baby girl, she kicked me out."

"Aww why?" She responded with genuine concern.

He looked at his phone briefly then gently threw it onto the black three-seater sofa, not realising he had forgotten to lock the screen.

"Doesn't matter, it's done now. I need a drink," he exclaimed forlornly and trudged off towards the kitchen.

She watched her fathers melancholy walk towards the kitchen area and saw him take a left round the corner into the downstairs bathroom.

Springing into action, she darted towards the sofa and picked up his still illuminated phone and opened his messaging app.

Melissa:

"I can't take this anymore, your obsessions are driving me crazy and I can't carry on like this."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise I'd done anything wrong. What drives you crazy?"

She read intently and quickly, hoping to find the root of the issue.

"For a start, your constant obsession with my ass! No matter how many times I say I don't like my ass being touched you're always trying to lick it when you go down on me or worse put something in it! It's disgusting! What's wrong with you? Why can't you just be satisfied with the rest of me?"

Her breath caught in her chest as she poured over this woman spilling her innermost repulsions against her father.

"And don't get me started on the panty situation!!" her message continued.

"What do you mean the 'panty' situation?" read his response.

"Well, every time we get close and you undress me, you always sniff my panties after you've taken them off, it's gross and puts me off every time! What kind of man does that?! I know you go through my dirty washing too, don't think I don't know about that!"

An audible gasp escaped her lips as she continued to read her Dad's sordid secrets. She began to feel a stir between her legs as she read, completely out of her control.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just love your ass and I love your scent, I can't help what turns me on. I can't help myself, I just want to enjoy all of you. I'm sorry if it makes you feel weird, I just don't know how else to be." His reply read.

"We're done. I'm done. I can't go on living with your sordid little obsessions. You're a great guy and we've had some good times together but this is just too much for me. I can't handle thinking that you're always going to want something more or something dirtier that I just can't bring myself to give you. It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it. I'm sorry but it's over."

Sophia stood there slightly aghast at what she had just read. She had peered through the window into her father's deepest, darkest secrets and she felt a rush of uncontrollable arousal. Her knees felt like they were trembling and the unmistakeable sensation of moisture between her legs was very unexpected but far from unwelcome.

She heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and quickly locked her Dad's phone and tossed it back onto the sofa. She swept her hair away from her face and took a few steps back into the living room in an attempt to regain her composure. Her mind was spinning frantically with a multitude of lurid thoughts.

Coming back round the corner, her father appeared into view and was struck by the sight of his daughter stood there slightly flustered.

She was the picture of her mother, her light brown skin shone in the dim room lighting thanks to her Latina genetics. Her father was originally from Norway and had met his Chilean-American wife on a business trip to the States. She seemed to love the dark, brooding Viking type and quickly fell for him without much coercion.

His daughter Sophia, stood 5'7", her raven hair was long and slightly wavy, it hung low past her shoulders, glistened in the light and always smelled of jasmine. At 22 years old, she was a wonderful amalgamation of her heritage. Her ample breasts held firm against their weight giving them a perky, yet very full appeal. Her waist was hourglass yet slightly soft and malleable. She had a smooth but delicately curved stomach and her hips were old fashioned, child-bearing and wide enough to frame her delicious ass perfectly.

Rounded and plump, her ass had a Latina flair yet the firmness to gently bounce when she walked. Lastly her legs, thick, yet toned thighs and calves which seemed to go on forever despite her relatively small posture. She was stunning in every way you could imagine. Full lips and chiselled features combined with piercing blue eyes gave her the look of ultimate seductress and bubbly girl-next-door in one fell swoop.

She was dressed in her usual nightwear. A white cotton vest top emblazoned with her favourite NFL team logo. It was just enough material to hold together her full breasts and hemmed just above her naval. Whenever the weather was on the chilly side, her nipples peeked through the light fabric and stood marvellously to attention.

Hugging her hips were a pair of light grey hipster shorts with red piping down the sides. They looked too tight to be comfortable but she wore them regardless. The material created a subtle 'V' down to her most intimate area and the back was barely able to contain her voluptuous ass. He often stole looks at the horizontal creases of her cheeks when she walked. It was one of his guilty pleasures seeing them pincer the soft fabric of the shorts with each step.

He took a moment to admire her beauty and rounded assets as she stood motionless in the lounge. He knew he shouldn't be looking at his daughter in this way, let alone allow his eyes to hover for a little too long at her full breasts and smooth stomach but he couldn't help himself. She was the spitting image of her mother from some angles and every so often, when she wasn't looking he would steal a glance to remind himself of Carla.

Infidelity had caused the break up of their marriage. Carla's promiscuity had always been an issue while they were together and despite his best efforts to be a good husband, she, with some regularity, would regularly seek intimacy from other men.

He forgave her the first couple of times. One was just a kiss and the second was an isolated night while he was away on a business trip. She had gone out to a bar with some girlfriends and ended up going home with a random guy she had been flirting with.

She had always been upfront about it and couldn't attribute her behaviour to anything other than a carnal desire for sex.

The third instance however, changed everything. Again, another business trip for him and another night out with the girls for her. Only this time she had fallen pregnant. She kept it to herself for a few weeks, while still having regular sex with her husband, before biting the bullet and taking a test.

Carla and her husband had regular unprotected sex and she wouldn't use oral contraception due to it making her feel perpetually nauseated. They knew they wanted kids so they agreed that it would just happen when it happened. On this occasion of infidelity, she had forgotten in her drunken stupor to properly 'suit up' her chosen cock due to it being out of the norm and proceeded to ride her single-use companion until he came deep inside her.

This is where the problems truly began to unfold.

Once Carla confirmed her pregnancy, she booked an appointment with a specialist to find out how far along she was. With the information in tow, she sat down with her husband that evening and confessed to her third indiscretion. Together, they wound back the calendar and discovered that her date of conception fell right over the date of her infidelity.

Arguments ensued, angry words exchanged and he was left with a 50% possibility that the baby his wife was carrying was biologically his.

It took some time but he eventually calmed down and took stock of the situation. There was still half a chance this baby was his and with the other potential 'father' not in the equation, he saw no other choice but to reconcile his differences and raise the baby with his wife.

His only condition was that she never cheat on him ever again.

The years came and went and he raised his daughter as if there was no doubt she was his own. But there was always something there, in the back of his mind, gnawing away at his soul. He and Carla resumed their full and adventurous sex life and indulged regularly in lurid acts to keep things interesting. Anal lead to bondage, which lead to role play and water sports, which lead to hired dungeons and erotic parties.

Don't be mistaken, he was very much into them too, but the longer it went on, the more he felt that she just wanted something more. Or in her case, something different.

True to her word, or so he thought, Carla appeared to remain faithful for a number of years until Sophia was 18.

One autumnal evening, he was dropping his daughter off at a friends house when Carla called and said they needed to talk. When he returned home he opened the door to find packed suitcases by the door. She was in tears and visibly upset. Walking over to her, he held her in his arms for what was to be the last time before she sat him down and told him everything.

Her indiscretions hadn't ceased at all in the years since Sophia was born, if anything, they had multiplied. She had almost lost count of the number of men that had shared her bed and her body over the years. As she explained that she had been a serial unfaithful wife, the cogs in his head began to turn and he had a feeling he knew she was going to tell him.

A few years prior, his relationship with Sophia had changed. She began to idolise and love her father in a way that almost felt like she was looking for protection. They developed a closeness in a way that she and her mother never shared.

As Carla continued, she explained how Sophia had caught her with another man when she was 16, then again on two more occasions when she was 17 and finally again shortly after her 18th birthday.

He sat there stunned and started to bubble with anger that she had put their daughter through that ordeal.

Allowing Carla to continue he sat patiently and waited for her to finish her earth-shattering confession.

The final time she got caught was just two days before this heart-to-heart. Sophia had come home from school early to collect something and found her mother being railed from behind over the kitchen counter, by a man who was clearly not her father. She launched at Carla in a tirade of angst, shouting and screaming at her that she didn't deserve someone like her father and that she didn't want anything more to do with her.

The male visitor quickly gathered his clothes and made a swift exit, allowing Sophia to deliver her ultimatum.

"You leave." She said to her mother, stern and forceful.

"Tell him everything and get the fuck out of our lives. Permanently!"

"Do this and one day, I may be able to forgive you but he doesn't deserve this. He's a wonderful father and you just fuck him over every chance you get. Fucking whore!" She exclaimed with zero subtlety and supreme potency. The venom spilling from her words made Carla's skin turn to ice.

"If you don't leave, I'll tell him everything and you will lose me forever, do you understand?!"

Carla sobbed as she told him what their daughter had said to her.

He sat there aghast at her actions, unable to look away from her. His eyes searing into her skull with a rage that needed to be quelled.

"Go." He uttered.

"But..." she tried to reply.

He didn't need to hear anymore. The fact alone that she had cheated on him multiple times was one thing, but to put his daughter through something like that was on another level entirely!

"Go!" he repeated, calmly but with a force in his voice that she knew was deadly serious.

And that was the last words that were spoken between them.

Carla rose to her feet, shuffled solemnly towards the door, grabbed the handle of her suitcase and car keys and went out the front door, and their lives, just like that.

Since then, it had just been him and Sophia. They always took care of one another, moved out of their family home and into a slightly smaller, three bedroom house for financial reasons and spent the majority of the last three years grieving, mourning and learning to love and laugh again. They shared a closeness which without ever being spoken about, was mutual on a far deeper level than either of them had ever experienced.

******

It was Sophia who had suggested he go and find himself a girlfriend about a year ago. She had unwittingly caught him masturbating to some over-the-top anal porn after coming home from college early one day. He was on his laptop in the lounge, shorts around his ankles and cock in hand when he heard the lock on the front door snap open. In his panic he swatted the laptop lid down, hurriedly pulled up his shorts over his still erect and throbbing penis and stood up in a flash behind the sofa just as Sophia came through the doorway.

She saw him looking flustered and cheekily asked, "Daddy?? What were you doing?" in that pseudo-innocent, 'I know exactly what you're doing' kind of way.

He brushed it off and said he was just cleaning up the living room when he looked down and saw the laptop lid hadn't been closed properly. The stream of light coming from the screen lit up the keyboard and in the most perfect instance of comedic timing, the girl in the film blurted out the line "Oh yeah! Fuck my ass baby! Fill my asshole with your monster cock!"

They stood in complete silence just staring at one another for what seemed like an eternity until Sophia let out a snorted guffaw of laughter which instantly broke the tension and they both burst out in hysterics.

"Daddy, I think we need to find you a girlfriend!" she said playfully, reducing the whole event to what would in time become a comedic anecdote.

Sophia took it upon herself to sign her father up for various dating apps and after a few false starts, they found Melissa.

Melissa was pretty and seemed like fun on the surface, recently divorced with two kids and looking to get herself back onto the market. They went on a few dates, the usual stuff, meal and a movie, walk in the park etc. It was nice for him to have some new female company and over the course a few months they became intimate and he would regularly stay at her place for an evening. It took them both a while but eventually they started having regular sex and began opening up to one another. It was the first time either of them had been intimate since their respective spouses so things went slow at first. Once the sex began to get a bit more regular, he started suggesting alternate paths to pleasure, namely through her ass. She was sceptical and had never been interested in anything anal before but in the spirit of branching out and getting back on the wagon so to speak, she tried to indulge him on a couple of occasions.

Each attempt however ended in rejection as whenever he got close to touching her tightest of holes she would squirm away and the entire mood would be ruined.

He'd enjoyed a regular anal sex and ass play with Carla for the entirety of their time together. She introduced him to it at a very early stage in their relationship so in many ways it was just a normal part of life. It was commonplace for him to take his tongue south whenever he went down on her and her body responded in kind. Similarly, she loved a slow, lubed, intimate exploration of his fingers in her ass on a lazy Sunday afternoon. On top of the play, it was a regular occurrence for her to crave the full works. Face-down-ass-up anal penetration if she was feeling like being used and straddling his cock with her ass if she wanted control.

He reckoned half of every sexual encounter they had ended up with some degree of her backside being involved. Call it naivety, call it being out of practice but something in him just presumed it was a normal part of every woman's sexual repertoire and the love for it was as universal as it had been with Carla. He was considerate to Melissa's ministrations of course, but he could never get past the frustration of being denied that which he loved so much, hence his persistence.

He snapped back to attention as if he had just been listening to a narrator tell his backstory and focussed his gaze back to his daughter.

"I'm going to have a drink then get to bed baby girl, do you want anything?" he asked, reaching for a bottle of Jack Daniel's sitting on the kitchen counter.

Sophia walked slowly and somewhat sheepishly towards him, eyes not quite wanting to make contact with his and fiddling with her fingernails in front of her stomach.

She reached him in a few moments and entered his personal space, linking her arms over his neck and looking up lovingly and surprisingly longingly at him. She pressed her chest against his a little harder than usual and perched up on her tip toes to meet his eyes.

"No thank you Daddy," she answered softly and somewhat seductively as she felt the swell of excitement emanating from her groin smother her body like a smooth blanket.

"I'm going upstairs to sort a few things out before I go to sleep."

She knew exactly what she was saying and the blatant innuendo shocked her as she said the words. She didn't know how he was feeling towards her but at this very moment in time, all she could focus on was how sexually charged she felt. It was almost electric and it was coming out of her uncontrollably in her voice, her mannerisms, her walk, everything. She was exuding sex from every pore and couldn't control a single bit of it.

"We're going to look after you Daddy and make sure you're alright. Don't worry."

'We?' Who was 'we', she wondered to herself.

With an arm around her waist, he pulled her in gently, feeling something additional in his gut, but too caught up in the evening's events to fully take notice of what was in front of him. He thought his lingering sexual frustrations were carried over from Melissa and nothing more.

She kissed him on the cheek and gave her chest one last press into his, her nipples hard and attentive. Then she unlinked her hands and slowly turned away from him.

"Night beautiful girl, sweet dreams." He said to her lovingly.

She slinked away and headed towards the stairs, looking back coyly as she walked to see if he was stealing a look at her backside. Instead, she saw him puff out his cheeks and rub his face in a frustrated expulsion.

"Sophia!" He called to her.

She spun round with lightning speed, flicking her hair around in the process. Her pussy pulsed at the interruption, dying to be pleasured.

"Yes Daddy?" She responded.

"Don't forget my shower is broken so I'll have to come and use your en suite in the morning before work. I'll try not to wake you." He said very matter-of-factly.

"Ok Daddy," she replied in the slightly cute voice she used with him when she was up to no good.

"See you in the morning." He replied.

With that she leapt up the stairs almost two at a time and rushed into her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Taking a deep breath then exhaling loudly with an expressive "fuck me," at the end, she guzzled the air to fill her lungs to regain her composure. Her mind raced with all sorts of thoughts and deeds, not focussing on one in particular. Her pussy throbbed between her legs. She had become so turned on and excited by the whole sequence of events that she could barely concentrate.