Daughter’s Daddy’s Wet Dream Comes True

The phone call had come out of the blue. When Amy had answered it, she’d thought it was probably her Uncle Thad. Instead, she’d found herself speaking to a member of the family whom she’d almost forgotten existed. “Know who this is, princess?” he asked. “D–daddy!” Amy stammered, automatically lowering her voice so her mother wouldn’t overhear. “When did you get back in town. It’s been–” “I know, three years–since the divorce,” Vic Winslow sighed. “Guess I haven’t been a father at all to you since then, but I’m ready to start making it up to you, honey. Could we get together?” “Don’t know how mom’d like that,” Amy muttered. “Please, baby? This is important to me. I’m finally starting to get myself back together, but it won’t mean much if I can’t see my girl. You were always so special to me.” Her father’s sincerity made it impossible for Amy to turn him down. So she’d agreed to meet him the next day after school at the motel where he was staying. And after she’d hung up, her mother asked her who’d called. Amy lied, saying that it was just somebody trying to sell something. That had been last night and now it was the afternoon of the following day. School was out, with Amy on her way to secretly meet her father.

As she rode the bus to his motel, she thought about how he’d so abruptly disappeared from her life after the divorce. Just some Christmas and birthday cards, that’s all she’d heard from him since then. She’d missed him a lot when he first left, but time had seemed to heal the wounds of his absence. Now, though, her fond memories of him swirled in her head. She had always been his favorite and she could always wrap him around her finger. I can’t blame mom for wanting to fuck Uncle Thad, Amy thought as the bus jogged along. But she should’ve treated daddy better than she did. Like she told me herself–just threw him away like a piece of old furniture. No wonder he started drinking so much and just hit the road. Then Amy looked up and saw that it was her stop. She got off the bus and walked the half-block to the motel where her father was staying. She was surprised to see that it was such an expensive one. And when she found the right room, there was a sleek new car parked in front of it. At the door, she braced herself. “Well, this is it. Hope it works out.” She knocked. The door opened. And there he was, looking great. He was not the beaten man he’d been after the divorce, but a handsome six- footer in his prime. “Oh, baby,” he said to Amy, grabbing her in his arms almost like they were long-lost lovers instead of father and daughter. He kissed her, on the mouth, hard. And, in his embrace, Amy suddenly felt something for him that she never had before. She couldn’t help it, the kind of feeling that went straight to her excitable, young pussy. “Daddy is this really you?” she gasped when the lingering kiss was finally broken. “You sure seem like you’ve been doing all right. Like your old self–only even better. Is that your new car outside? “I’ve had some luck,” Vic Winslow modestly said. “A lot of it, in fact, since I quit drinking a couple of years ago.

You remember those gadgets I used to putter around with in the garage? Well, I went to this outfit with some of my ideas, they gave me a shot, and now I’m vice-president in charge of research and development!” “Gee, that’s fabulous, daddy, I’m so happy for you.” “Bet the women are crawling all over you, huh? Big executive type like you are?” Again modest, Vic Winslow answered, “I do all right. But let’s talk about you, princess. You’re almost a woman yourself now, aren’t you? A real heart-breaker too, I’ll bet. The boys must be standing in line for you.” “Well, uh,” Amy self-consciously murmured, noticing the way her father almost seemed to be undressing her with his eyes, “I guess you could say I’m doing all right myself.” “Those boys, though,” Vic said with fatherly concern after studying Amy some more, “they’re not … you’re not … no funny business, is there, baby?” Amy flinched as she realized that he must want to know if she was still cherry. This, along with the way he kept looking at her, put pins and needles in her cunt. “Well? You didn’t answer my question,” he persisted. “Uh, aren’t you getting kinda personal, Daddy?” Amy gulped. “I’m your father,” Vic said. “Have a right to know if my little girl is still a good girl.” “But like you told me before, I’m not just a little girl anymore,” Amy answered. “Then?” her father anxiously asked. “Just what you’re thinking, Daddy,” Amy sighed, deciding to take a stand. “No, I’m not a virgin anymore.” “And?” “My God, Daddy, what do you want me to do, give you all the details?” Amy blurted out in frustration. “Maybe I’d better go.” “No … please don’t leave, honey,” Vic said. “I’m sorry I got out of line.