Walking down the hallway, fresh out of the shower, I started having second thoughts. I wondered if it was such a good idea to try to seduce my Dad. I’d been flirting, and teasing him for weeks. And now, walking down the hallway, soaking wet and wrapped in a towel, I was really starting to consider that I might actually fuck my Dad. With every step, my legs got weaker. And my pussy got wetter.
I stepped into his room. The door was open so I didn’t bother knocking. He was at his desk, doing some last minute stuff for work. “Hi Daddy” I said in a sing-songy voice. He turned his head and looked at me. After a quick moment of him eyeing my towel covered body, he smiled. His smile immediately melted me, and all my second thoughts evaporated.
"Hey there, cupcake." He said cheerfully. "Have a good shower?"
I hesitated for a moment as I recalled myself in the shower only 10 minutes about, furiously fingering myself through two orgasms. I smirked. “It was really good Dad.”
"Good. So do you have any plans for tonight?" I could see him shift in his chair uncomfortably. After teasing him so much, having me standing in his room almost naked might have been getting to him. "Your Mom wont be home till late. We could order out, or we could…" I couldn’t even hear him. His voice echoed in my mind but I couldn’t hear the words. My breathing was getting heavy, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
In the middle of his sentence I released the towel that shielded my naked body, allowing it to unwrap from around me and fall to the floor.
He sat there, unable to finish his sentence. He looked at me for what felt like forever, but was really only a couple seconds. My skin burned everywhere his eyes wandered, and my pussy dripped. He snapped out of his shock and confusion, slamming his eyes shut. “Jesus Marie. Put your towel back on!” He shifted in his chair again.
My throat was dry as I spoke back to him. “No, Daddy. I need this.”
"You need this? Need what?" He asked, his voice flustered.
"I need you to look at me, Dad." My voice was unsteady as I spilled everything. "All the flirting, and the teasing. Did you think I didn’t know I was doing it?" His hand dropped, and he looked at me. His eyes didn’t wander, they met mine and were fixated there. "I’ve seen how you look at me, and it makes me wet, Dad. When I’m alone, I think of you. When I’m with my boyfriend, I think of you. I hear you fuck Mom sometimes, and I imagine myself in Moms place." My composure began to unravel the more I spoke. My voice was a nervous mess. "I’m giving myself to you, Dad. Please…"
He leaned back in his chair, looking me in the eyes for a long while before they began to linger down my body. I watched as he drank in every inch and curve. My face went red as he stared intently at my body. I blushed more when I noticed he wasn’t trying to hide the growing erection in his pants. The silence was deafening when he finally spoke, his voice unsure. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I bit my lip, and nodded confidently.
He slowly reached for the zipper of his slacks. My spine shivered as I watched him slide it down. “Your mother can never know about this…” I smiled, almost crying, as I agreed. He reached in, and grabbed his cock, pulling it out. It stood proudly, straight up out of his pants. My once dry mouth was now watering in anticipation. I stepped forward, kneeling down in front of him. I locked eyes with him, and he gave me a reassuring smile. “I never thought this would happen…”
"I did." I said as I reached forward and took his cock in my quivering hand.
He moaned as my fingers wrapped around him. “I don’t want this to change anything. You still mean everything to me, cupcake.” My pussy tingled. He still used the petname he gave to me when I was little, even while I was touching his cock. I kept my eyes on his and smiled wide.
"I love you too, Dad." I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him,