Chapter 1Don't tell Daddy, but lately I haven't been very good. In fact, you could say that I've been pretty bad. You see, I've been having naughty dreams about Daddy.
It all started one night when I just couldn't fall asleep. My legs were sore from dancing and I couldn't find a comfortable position. I tossed and turned, but it was no use. I got up and padded over to Daddy's room wearing nothing but my little cotton panties and a tank top. Sometimes, when I can't sleep, Daddy let me crawl into bed with him.
thought that Daddy would already be asleep since he had gone to bed at the same time I had, 10PM, but the light was on in his room. I could see it pouring out under his door, which was ust slightly ajar.
knew that it was wrong to spy on Daddy, but I just had to see what he was doing in there. Why was he still up so late? I crept along the wall and pushed the door open just a tad further so I could peek inside.
could see Daddy sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall behind him. He wasn't wearing his pajamas and I could see all of his big, strong muscles. He was covered in tattoos that he
got before he met my mama. I could just make out the only one he got after we met, a heart
hat said my name in it, "Lotte."
was so proud of that tattoo because I knew that it was proof that Daddy would love me forever. I smiled at him from my spot behind the door, even though I knew he couldn't see me there.
Daddy was watching TV. I had to adjust my position a little bit to see what he was looking at. When I finally found a good spot, I was in for a shock. Daddy was watching some very bad girls on his TV. These bad girls were dressed like ballerinas, but they definitely weren't doing ballet. They were touching and licking each other's private parts.
I knew that Daddy wouldn't be very pleased with me if he knew that I was watching him, but I couldn't stop. I was in for an even bigger shock.
Daddy started stroking his thing. He rubbed it and it kept getting bigger and bigger. I watched and he rubbed it slowly until it was finally all hard and about the size of my arm.
The longer I watched him, the stranger I felt. My little pink nipples hurt, and I could only relieve the pain by rubbing them between my fingers. It helped if I licked my fingers a little bit and got them wet, then rubbed. The more I rubbed, though, the more wet I got in my panties.
Chapter 2
It was the strangest thing. I knew I hadn't peed myself, but my panties were just a mess. I touched the outside of them and they were slippery. I put my finger in my mouth and it tasted good, kind of like a peach. My finger went back inside my panties and I felt my hot, wet slit. I knew I wasn't supposed to touch myself there, but it felt so good.
Daddy rubbed and rubbed his thing harder and faster and I could hear him begin to moan softly. I hoped that he wasn't sick. He looked like he was giving himself some kind of massage. The more he rubbed his thing, the more I wanted to touch myself. I was getting that same feeling I got when I wiggled on Daddy's lap and I liked it.
Before I got to my favorite part, I was in for the biggest surprise of my life. Daddy was rubbing his thing had and fast, and suddenly he thrust his hips and moaned "Lotte!"
I froze stiff. Did he know I was spying on him? He didn't look in my direction. Instead, some
white stuff came out of his thing in several squirts. I didn't move a muscle. I watched as he grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and cleaned up the mess he had just made.
He collapsed back onto his bed and turned the TV off. I scampered back to my room as quietly as possible so that he wouldn't know I was out of bed.
Once I got back to my own room, it was even more impossible to sleep. I just kept thinking about Daddy rubbing his thing. I wanted to massage it for him. Actually, I wanted to sit on it and wiggle. Like we did after ballet, but with no clothes.
I knew what a bad girl I was being, but I couldn't stop myself. I got Peanut Butter, my huge stuffed bear that Daddy won me at the carnival a few years ago, and laid him down on his back on my bed. Peanut Butter wasn't as big as Daddy, but he was almost as big as me.
"Baby?" he asked, opening my door all the way. "I heard you call
We looked one another in the eye. "Sorry, Daddy, I guess I just had a bad dream."
He didn't answer. Instead he looked around my room, then noticed Peanut Butter in my bed. I hoped that he hadn't noticed the weird smell, but that would have been simply impossible. Maybe he wouldn't know what it was. I was so embarrassed.
Daddy just looked at me and my bear, sighed, and nodded. "Okay Baby. Go back to sleep. Call me if you need anything." He shut the door and left me alone, feeling like a very bad girl.
The next morning, he greeted me with a kiss when I came downstairs for breakfast before
school. I could tell that something was on his mind.
‘Sweetie," he began. "I need to apologize to you." "Daddy, that's silly…"
No, let me talk. You know I love you, right baby?"
nodded, feeling scared of whatever he was about to say.
You're the most important person in the world to me," he continued, looking very conflicted, and I'm afraid that I haven't raised you right."
shook my head no. This was crazy talk! He was the best Daddy in the world! I didn't interrupt him again though.
You're 18 years old, honey. I treat you like a baby."
Now I really didn't know where he was going with this conversation.
sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter and waited for him to continue. He ooked nervous too. He kept starting to say something, then stopped. I worried the lace hem of ny dress with my fingers and turned my gaze downwards while waiting for him to tell me what was going on.
Chapter 3
‘You see," he explained, "you've turned into a beautiful young woman right before my eyes. Soon you'll have men vying for your attention." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid that I haven't prepared you. I haven't taught you anything about what men want, or even about your own body."
"Daddy, I don't want any other men! I want to live with you forever!" I didn't like this nonsense about men. I was never leaving my Daddy.
"Well, honey, Daddy's a man too." The look on Daddy's face changed. He looked hungry. He was always handsome, but something about the expression he wore made my tummy have butterflies.
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"Is there something that you want, Daddy?" I whispered, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge.
"Yes, Baby," he replied in a soft voice. "Daddy has been so busy taking care of you that he hasn' t really taken care of himself."
"Can I take care of you Daddy? Will you teach me how?" I hopped down from my stool and sauntered over to my Daddy, who was breathing heavy. I could smell that he was sweating a little bit, and it smelled good. I reached up and put my hands on his broad chest. His brown eyes met my blue ones and I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
"It's time for Daddy to teach you what men want. Have you ever kissed a boy, Lotte?" Daddy
asked me, holding my wrists so I couldn't back away.
"No, Daddy. I'm not allowed. And no boys like me."
"Oh Baby, lots of boys like you. But you're a good girl. Daddy's going to teach you how to kiss." He lowered his face and touched his own full lips to my strawberry-flavored ones. His kiss was so light, but so exciting at the same time. I wanted more and more. I pressed my own lips back
a little harder.
"Open your mouth and take Daddy's tongue," Daddy whispered. I complied and he pushed his big, hot tongue into my little mouth. He moved it around and teased my own tongue a little bit. My heart raced and I felt a little dizzy. I had seen lots of bad girls kissing their boyfriends at school, and I'd always thought it was gross. I didn't know it felt so good. Now it seemed even more obscene that those bad girls would do this in public.
moaned gently without even meaning to. "Does that feel good, Baby?"
"Yes Daddy." I nibbled his l0wer l!p, wanting more of his tongue.
"Okay, let's try something new." Daddy slid the straps of my favorite yellow sundress down off my shoulders.
"Daddy wait! I'm not wearing a bra," I confessed. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
"That's okay, Baby. Show Daddy your pretty little t!tt!es."
I unsnapped the snaps down the front of my dress and let it fall to my ankles. The cool air conditioning in the kitchen made my n!pple$ hard little pink nubs. I was afraid that D@ddy wouldn't like my small breasts, but he cupped them with his big, calloused hands and rubbed his thumbs over my n!pples$. The shock that went through my body when he touched me like that made me cry out.
