A Night With Daddy…

AUTHORS NOTE: This story involves two consenting adults engaging in a fantasy. If you are offended by roleplay that involves incest or underaged fantasies, please stop reading now.

She sat there nervously waiting. She knew what was coming, she had hoped for it, but now that it was almost upon her she wasn’t sure if it was what she really wanted. Quickly she glanced across the hotel room at the floor-length mirror on the opposite wall. She had to admit that she looked really cute and sexy tonight. Wearing her red plaid pleated skirt, white dress shirt with black tie, white nylons and saddle shoes she looked every inch the innocent schoolgirl that she knew deep inside she wasn’t. Her hair had been done up in a cute bob that framed her youthful face with its round cheeks and button nose. She pursed her lips, which created a perfect “O” out of her small mouth, glistening with the flavored lip gloss she had just applied.

At just over five feet tall and a slender frame nobody could mistake her for a grown woman, she thought, especially with her training-bra sized A cup breasts that made small dimples in her pressed white shirt. She stood up from the chair on trembling legs and turned around, craning her neck to see behind her. Although others would disagree, she felt that her ass was too big. Anyone else saw the perfect ass that stuck out and invited attention – the kind of attention that a young girl like her shouldn’t be getting.

Her heart jumped at the sound of the doorknob turning. She quickly sat back down in the unremarkable chair and folded her hands across her lap, trying to still the trembling of her inexperienced body.

The door opened and her nervous nature got the better of her as her head snapped up to see the man walk through. A faint smile played across her face as she gazed upon him. As far back as she could remember the very sight of him had made her heart tremble and her nether regions tingle. He stood nearly a foot taller than her and, although he was older, he was still in good shape and looked like he may be in his late twenties or early thirties. His head was freshly shaven bald, she noticed with a shiver, one of her favorite features on him.

He opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. She noticed with some relief that he appeared to be nervous too. Barely supporting herself on shaking legs, she stood up and looked up into his face, a question in her eyes.

For a second he hesitated, as if realizing that what he was about to do was wrong, and then lust gave in as he kissed her full on the lips. The kiss deepened and all of their pent up passion was released in it.

After what seemed like hours and her knees had gone weak, he broke the kiss with a choked whisper, “Oh Andi…”

She smiled up at him with coquettish eyes, “Oh Daddy,” she whispered back.

They stared into each others’ eyes for what seemed like an eternity and finally he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied with a quivering voice, “I’ve always wanted it to be you.”

With that he pulled her even tighter into his masculine embrace and kissed her anew, lowering her to the bed.

The feeling of his arms, the scent of his musky sweat, and the passion of his rough kiss caused a flood in her pussy.