Richard Gozinya - Daddy s girl

He was talking as they walked, but she didn't hear anything. Her mind burned with desires kept at bay since she was a little girl, since the day her mother walked in just as she was about to take her father's penis into her mouth, maybe even into her vagina.

Even in late afternoon, the parking garage was semi-dark, and when they reached the car he unlocked her door and opened it. She brushed against him, and a sharp searing heat passed between them. The brief touch melted her, and she simply leaned into his body, standing there by the car door.

He didn't move, except to drop his case and wrap his arms around her. She did the same and moved her body hard against him, grinding her pelvis into his crotch, gluing her small breasts into his chest. He reached down, easily reached under her short dress, cupped her butt with both hands and ground back, making a deep but faint grunting sound.

Daddy?" she whispered, barely audible, her eyes closed, her nose nuzzling against his neck as the sexual electricity built between them. "Are you my daddy?"

"Hmmm, yes, baby. Daddy's here," he whispered back. "Give Daddy a kiss."

It was what Cindy dreamed of hearing. It sounded so real, so tender, and she so longed to hear those words. She moaned as she attacked his lips with her own.

Their lips mashed together, tongues alive in each other's mouth. He was dry fucking her now, pulling her tight butt against him. She could feel his cock against her pubic bone. She humped back, in rhythm with his motions.

She broke away and attacked his neck whispering frantically into his ear, "Take me home, Daddy. Let's go home."

"Yes," he hissed and shut the door behind her after sat down. The ride to her rental was only about six blocks, but it seemed to take forever.

No word was spoken, but she scooted to his side and slid under his waiting right arm. She dropped her right arm to his leg and began rubbing his penis through his pants. He stroked her head gently as she found his penis and massaged it.

The size and hardness of it made her shiver.

"Good girl," he said softly, encouraging her exploration, and kissing her on the forehead. "Rub it for Daddy."

She moved her hand lightly it up and down its entire length. It was big, just like she remembered Daddy's cock was all those years ago. Cindy's panties were soaked, and she started rotating her ass against the seat as she held Prof.

Janis' penis through his pants. She was afraid to move, afraid to say anything… she didn't want to break the fantasy spell that had them tightly and maddeningly bound together at that moment.

But she did start rubbing his cock harder. He stroked her hair more, kissed her again and whispered in her ear, "That's my girl. Yes, Daddy likes that. Do you like doing that, honey?"

His voice was so gentle, so tender, so loving… his hand on her hair, ear, neck… his tender kisses gave her more goose bumps as she rubbed his big cock.

It felt like it could be real, that he really was her daddy, the one whose cock she had almost sucked. She suddenly knew this man was it – the daddy she had always wanted, sharing her fantasies.

"Uh huh, Daddy. I like it a lot… Daddy?"

"Yes, baby," he said, turning away from her to park his Bronco in front of her house.

"Are you going to be my daddy?" she asked, still rubbing his fat cock through his pants, but looking up into his face now as they pulled up at her house.

"Oh, yes, sweetheart, if you want me to be. Do you want me to your Daddy?" he asked, really getting into the fantasy with her, cradling her face in his hands, kissing her lightly.

"Oh, yes, yes, please, Daddy. I do. I want to be your little girl," she trembled as she said it, surrendering herself to her fantasy, trusting him now, because he played her game so well.

He kissed her again, tenderly, on her forehead, and his hand went to her dress where he gently cupped her tiny titties. He kept his mouth an inch away from hers and stuck his tongue out. She did the same, and their tongues entwined, mouths open as she rubbed his cock faster and he found her distended nipples, sticking out from her tiny breasts. He broke it off.

"Let's go inside. It wouldn't do for neighbors to see a girl doing this with her daddy," he said, falling deeper into the fantasy's spell.

She slid out his side and they nearly ran to the house. Cindy barely got the door closed before Professor Janis was behind her, fitting his hips up against her ass and reaching around her to cup her breasts, one in each hand.

She moaned and fell against him, pushing back as he dry humped her slowly from the rear. She was as tall as Janis, and her ass was at just the right place to feel his hardon, even through his clothes and her frock and panties.

Her brain burned with lust, and she uttered a low moan while pushing against his crotch with her butt. She moved from side to side to position his penis in the crack of her ass.

His hands were inside her dress, under her cotton bra now, and he trapped her nipples between his fingers as he cupped her tiny, still-pert breasts. She moaned, "Oh, yes, Daddy, yes."

She leaned back against his chest and he ravished her neck and her ears, whispering as he was doing it: "Do you need a Daddy, sweetheart?"

"Ngh…" Cindy couldn't talk, couldn't answer. They were the words she longed to hear. She was going to have a daddy, and he was going to do to her what she had desired, obsessed about. Her mind was overwhelmed by it… but Janis kept whispering to her…

"You want me to be your daddy? You like Daddy to hold your breasts?"

He removed one hand from under her bra and ran it down her belly, grinding now against her as she pushed back and kept his rhythm.

"Yes, Daddy! Be my daddy, please, please!" she cried, finally, as his hand lifted her cotton dress, ran up her thighs and teased her pubis through her panties.

She parted her legs, spreading her feet slightly to allow him access to her crotch. His fingers were teasing lightly over her vagina, and she could hardly stand it.

Suddenly, he broke away, pushed her away from him and spun her around to face him, holding her by her shoulders and staring into her eyes. The sexual tension between them was overwhelming. The fact that they were both locked into their roles as father and daughter was as real as Janis' hard dick, Cindy's wet panties.

"OK, Cindy, take your hand and rub Daddy's cock like you were doing in the car," he ordered.

"Yes, Daddy, yes I'll rub your cock Daddy," she mumbled as she reached for his crotch, found his cock and started rubbing it through his pants. "Like this, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby. That's it. See what you've done to Daddy's cock?"

"Yes, Daddy. It's big and hard isn't Daddy?"

"That's right sweetheart. Big and hard, and it wants a little girl," he said, running his hands down her shoulders to her breasts again. He cupped her tiny breasts and squeezed them gently.

"Do you want to come into the bedroom with Daddy?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Please," she begged.

Without a word he turned and led her down the hall and into the young mother's bedroom. The curtains were closed, but the late afternoon light created a soft yellow glow in the bedroom. He led her to the side of the bed, then turned to her and ordered to take off her clothes.

"Take off your dress for Daddy," he said, sitting down on her bed as he unbuttoned his shirt.

She stood facing him and unbuttoned the top few buttons before reaching down and pulling the cotton frock over her head. She was left standing in her tiny little girl panties and bra, white anklets and Mary Janes.

He stood slowly, eyes raking her body. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed, then moved closer to her.

"Here baby, let Daddy unfasten your bra," he said, reaching for her and pulling her into his bare, hairy chest. There wasn't much to the snap on this tiny bra, and he had it off in seconds and was cradling her tiny bare breasts, rolling her nipples again between his fingers. She wobbled and moaned some more. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good…"