Daddy’s Girl

by Sasha Cream

Ever since mommy left, daddy just hasn’t been the same. He’s been moping around the house, not going out and just generally putting all his focus into work.

But I see the way he looks at me. I see the way his eyes pop out of his head when I bend over and show him my ample cleavage or jiggle my firm butt inches from his face.

Yeah, daddy’s got it bad. He needs a woman. He needs me!


I've always been Daddy's Girl. Always. Ever since I could remember, he'd always pay extra special attention to me and my needs. Ever since Mom left I felt as though daddy lived vicariously through me.

Now that I was 19 and an adult, I could see exactly what was happening. Daddy was in love with me. I could see it in the way he looked at me. For the past few weeks I've been testing my theory.

Wearing skimpy bikinis that covered nothing around the house, bending over and letting my ample cleavage fall out and giggling as I covered it up.

Yes, it was true. His eyes popped out of his head and his pants tented every time he saw me in a compromising position. The only reason he didn't act upon his impulses was because I was his daughter and - no doubt - he felt it would be improper.


That was all going to change. If daddy wouldn't come to me, I'd go to him. Now that I was an adult, I could see how lonely he was without mom. He never had anyone over. He never stayed out late. His only respite was retiring early to his room every now and then.

That was going to stop. I was his daughter and he was my daddy. And if for no other reason than the fact that I loved him more than life itself, I was going to make sure that all his needs were taken care of.

All of them.

But that wasn't the only reason. Daddy was hot. I mean what girl wouldn't swoon over a handsome, six-feet tall muscular God? He was always working out and sometimes I'd just stop and stare, watching him carry something heavy or open a tight lid for me. My cunny tingled every time I saw his muscles ripple. Hell, even when he smiled it set my heart alight.

I had it bad for my daddy.


About the Author

I absolutely LOVE to write dirty, naughty stories about daddies and their daughters. And now I can share them all with you!

I've been writing pretty much my entire life - ever since I can remember, anyway. These filthy stories have been kicking around my brain for ages. And now I can bring them to you (and corrupt your mind!) Ha, I keed.

I'll be adding to my hot collection often, so be sure to check back soon and don't forget to hit that subscribe button to be notified of my latest!

Anyway, I look forward to bringing you the hottest daddy/daughter stories I can.


- Sasha

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