Sarah spent the whole night tossing and turning. She twisted in her bedsheets and whimpered as visions of red, glaring eyes infiltrated her dreams. A dark, twisted voice began whispering thoughts into her ear, and she let out a low moan. She shook her head because she knew that it was wrong deep in her subconscious. A hand clasped around her throat, and her eyes shot wide open, but she didn't see anything around her throat. Sarah reached over for her bedside lamp and clicked it on hastily as fear wound through her. When she looked around her room, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief until she looked down at her throat and saw red marks in the shape of a hand and knew that it had been no dream.
**
The next day Sarah spent trying to get rid of her uneasiness. She felt out of sorts, and she didn't know how to get rid of the feeling. She remembered her dream vividly and felt embarrassed. She had dreamed of her daddy doing naughty things to her, and she felt sick to her stomach, but she couldn't deny that it also led to a tingle somewhere else. She had surmised that she had grabbed her own throat in the middle of the dream, and that's where the marks had come from. Sarah completed mind-numbing tasks for the church for the rest of the day, thinking that would get her out of her mood. She felt lighter coming home from a good day of church work and knew she had reaffirmed her faith in Christ again.
A ding reverberated from her purse as she let herself into her parents' house. She took her phone out and saw it was a message from Clarke.
C: Want to come over tonight?
A shot of arousal went through her when she remembered what they had done the last time they were together. At the same time, a pang of anger was also there. It was partly Clarke's fault she felt so sexual all the time! These dreams she was having! All this tension in her body! He was the reason it had ignited in her, and she wished she could just feel normal again. Her fingers flew over the keys as she replied to her fiancée.
S: I can't tonight, babe. Mother is at a conference. Daddy's all alone, so I'm making him dinner.
C: I'm all alone, Sarah.
Her lips tilted in a smirk even though she was still a bit angry. She could just imagine the puppy dog expression he was wearing on his face.
S: I'll make it up to you.
C: You better!
**
Sarah took off all her clothes and was just about to put on a long, summery dress and see if her father was home. Instead, her nipples tightened, and she felt a gush of wetness between her legs. Her mind, which had been thinking of dinner recipes, instantly went to her father. She bit her lip and imagined her daddy the way he had been in her dream last night. Muscled, virile, and erect with a thick, long cock.
"Fuck," she whispered as she imagined what he could do with said cock. She shook her head repeatedly to try and dispel the thoughts, but they remained. When just moments ago she had been a good daughter, now things were different. All she could think about was making him crazy with lust. For her. His daughter.
She bent down and rifled through one of her dresser drawers filled with swimwear. She bypassed all the one-pieces she had and finally found the hidden treasure. She had never worn a bright red bikini because it showed off too much of her body and filled her with shame. She wasn't filled with shame right now, though. A devious smile crossed her lips as she put the swimsuit on. She went over to stand next to her mirror and surveyed her body in it. The triangle top covered her nipples, and that was about it. The bottoms were equally skimpy and left all her ass exposed. When she bent over, the material wedged itself in-between her pussy lips.
A mischievous smirk spread across her face. "Let's see if daddy can ignore this."
**
Sarah sprinted down the stairs as soon as she heard the front door open. Her tits bounced in her top and almost escaped as she made her way down. Her father put down his briefcase and turned around.
"Hi, baby. How -- "his words tapered off as soon as he got an eyeful of what she was wearing.
"Sarah." Her father's voice rang through the foyer.
"Yes, daddy?" she said innocently as she batted her eyes at him.
"What in the world are you wearing? Go change this instant!"
"I thought I would take a swim before making dinner, daddy. I know the swimsuit is a little indecent, but it's the only one that fits me right now!"
Her father just stared blankly at her, and she wet her lips as she continued, "I can't help it if my assets are big, daddy."
Her father cleared his throat. "It's not right for a father to see his daughter in this way, Sarah."
Sarah placed her hand on her father's arm. She rubbed his arm and moved behind his body to massage his shoulders. "You're so tense, daddy. Let me help."
As she began to loosen the knots in his shoulders and his body relaxed, he let out a quiet grunt. The noise instantly made her think of what her father would sound like when he fucked her like an animal.
"Daddy," she whispered into his ear.
