Confessions of a Daddy’s Girl (Part Four)
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Laying me softly against his bed, daddy walked over to his laptop and flipped it open. I did not bother to question what he was doing, I simply sprawled out against his sheets, for the second time today. “Daddy,” I said quietly, looking up at the picture of me in the corner of the bed. “I have to confess to something.” “What is it sweetie?” He asked as he began to play some slow music and made his way back over to the bed. “You can tell me anything.” “Last night,” I began, my voice catching in my throat. “I saw you masturbating.” “Oh,” he looked embarrassed, but that was not my intention. “I thought you had gone to bed.” “I heard you say my name,” I continued on. “Why did you say my name?” “Honestly?” He raised his eye brow in şişli escort bayan my direction. “Seeing you naked in the shower really turned me on.” “Oh,” I nodded, accepting that answer, not needing any further explanation. “Daddy?” “Yeah?” He asked. “I masturbated in your bed today.” “I kind of figured.” “Because of the night gown?” “That and ..” “And what?” “The wet spot.” “The wet spot?” “Yeah, you left a pretty decent wet spot on my bed.” I felt my face flush once more at this realization. He knew all along that I had masturbated in his bed. “Can I ask you a question now?” He asked me. “Of course,” I answered, “You can ask me anything.” “When you were masturbating,” he began, looking over my mecidiyeköy escort bayan body laying in his bed. “What were you thinking about?” “You,” I whispered under my breath and looked away from him. “I was thinking about you.” “What about me?” “You know.” “I don’t think I do baby. Tell me.” “I was thinking about … about your hands, all over my body.” “Just my hands?” “Yes.” “Like this?” He asked, placing his hand on my stomach over my tank top and lightly rubbing in circles. I nodded my head at him, my eyes closing against my will. The feel of his hand against my stomach cause it to do flips and twist and turn. I was excited and sick to my stomach all at the same time. No one had ever touched escort şişli me in these ways and I sure as hell never imagined the first person to do so being my own father. Daddy’s hand moved down and tugged at the bottom of my tank top, pulling it up to expose my stomach from the lining of my pants up until just under my breasts. He ran his fingers softly against my skin, making circles as he trailed every inch of my stomach. “Can I remove your shirt?” He asked me, raising an eyebrow in my direction. I nodded my head, giving him permission. He slowly slid his fingers under my shirt and pulled it up. I sat up in his bed and helped him to get it over my head. He then tossed it to the ground, right where I had left my night gown. “Lay down,” my daddy commanded of me and I did as I was told. “Now close your eyes.” I nodded and closed my eyes, unsure of what daddy had in mind. I waited for what felt like ever, nothing happening. Then it happened, he was blowing lightly against my stomach and I gasped for air.
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