Then I stepped inside, fully, and that is when I saw – oh my god! Right there in the shower... My naked daddy! He was running his hands through his hair, rinsing out some soapy shampoo. And, given the situation and my shock from it all, I just happened to look down his body and spotted the... the, uh, the massive manhood between his legs! I couldn't believe the size of it! And not even hard! It was bigger than anything I'd ever seen in porn or movies!
“Oh!” Daddy shouted, wiping his eyes. “Sorry Isabelle, my bathroom was having troubles so I decided to use yours. Hope you don't mind.”
I shut the door just enough so that I could hide my body behind it; that way daddy wouldn't see that I had spotted his dangling cock.
“Umm, no,” I stuttered, reeling from the sight of that impressive meat. “Just don't get water everywhere, please!”
“Where am I going to put my toy submarine then!” He laughed.
“I don't know! Dig a hole out back or something!”
“What,” he cackled again, “You don't have any holes for me?”
Gulp.
Had my daddy really just said that?! Did I have any holes for him!? Well, maybe it was my filthy mind playing tricks on me. I had, after all, just seen his dick. I guess those kinds of sights were filling my little head with lewd ideas. Still... knowing he had something that nice below the belt line – I might just have to let him use a few of my holes!
“Oh shut up and hurry up!” I laughed, shutting the door, where I collapsed right against it on the opposite side, sliding to the floor.
My heart was pounding! And surprisingly, so was my southern slit. I immediately pictured how daddy's cock would look when hard and big. How something that nice would feel in me. I mean, I'd never even had sex before! Yet, oh I don't know! I guess it was kind of strange to think of my step-dad this way... but I couldn't help it. I'm a sexually curious teenage girl – and the man living in my house has a humongous thingy!
Why on earth would my mother deny his manhood? How could she even think of leaving him!
It looked so nice and tempting. Just the kind I would want to fill me for the first time...
Then it occurred to me... The only way to enter my bathroom was through my bedroom door. That means daddy had snuck in while I was asleep! I only go to bed in a pair of panties and some times a bra. And usually I'll kick off a few of the blankets while I slumber. Like today, I'd woken up with all of them off me... that means he would have seen my nearly nude body in bed! Oh my god... what a mess!
Although, one side of me might not mind him seeing me naked. With a cock that nice and a body that good, I might even like it. With him in my shower there, I began to imagine even dirtier thoughts. Things like, was he in there touching himself to my hot, young body? Would he even think of me like that? His little princess? Or would I forever be an annoying little girl?
I'd stick to my fantasy story for now. That was much better! I'd give anything to see him in there stroking his cock for me. God! I'm such a dirty girl! Thinking about my doctor daddy this way. But, I can't blame myself. It was just the size and shape of his member that had me thinking like a slut. Heck, I could probably use his cock for my shower rod! Stretching from one side to the other, and even hang from the sturdy shaft! My daddy was hung!
Uh oh. I heard the shower click off and I knew he'd be walking out of the bathroom in a minute or two. But here I was, still strapped in my bra and panties, hunkered down on the floor – touching myself to the thought of him... That probably wasn't the best scene for him to walk in on, was it?
Though, a nasty little notion came over me here. I wanted to see what he would do. If he saw his dirty little girl bent over in her panties. I wonder if that would make his cock nice and stiff for me. It was certainly worth a try!
I could hear him in there whistling as he dried himself off with a towel. The closing of the cabinet where he probably grabbed a q-tip. There wasn't much time left. I knew he'd be barging through the door any second now. I had to prepare myself and give him a little panty show! Haha! Here it comes, daddy. I was sure given his career that my daddy had seen many lady parts over the years but ooh, he hadn't seen his little girl yet, had he? Let's see what that big cock of yours thinks of me...
“Comin' out!” He shouted, just as the door swung open along with a mist of steam and heat. “Oh...”
My step-father stopped dead in his tracks, pausing mid-sentence. I had a sneaking suspicion of why it happened. Just a tiny one. It might have had to do with me being on my hands and knees, facing away from daddy, as I rummaged around through the closet. I pretended not to have heard him shouting. My ass was stuck high into the air, the panties nice and tight on my cheeks. It had to be a nice view for daddy. I wanted to spin back around and catch him jerking his dick, rubbing it to full size while staring at my butt.
However, instead of doing that, when I saw the light sweep over my body I just made a little screeching sound. A soap-opera kind of gasp!
“Daddy!” I wheezed, finally turning around and flipping over onto my back. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it over my body. But I knew, just from his face alone, that he had seen my two breasts in full view. Not to mention my hot pussy there for a while. Or the tight abs that I worked hard to get. I bet he liked looking at his little girl stuck on the floor like this. My legs were still poking out from beneath the pillow. Daddy had his eyes glued to them, slowly moving up the calves and thighs, higher still until they reached my face.
“What are you doing!” I asked.
“All done,” he said with a smile. “Your turn!”
And then the towel-clad man turned to leave, walking out of my bedroom and into the hall. I kept my eyes stuck on his crotch, peering over at the obvious bulge. How could he have managed to hide such an impressive set of tools for so long!?
I ran over and shut the door behind him. But he was right... It certainly was my turn! The thought of his throbbing cock was driving me wild! I just had to get off! And so I threw my little body on the bed, pulling my panties to the side. What a sexy cock... I had to touch myself. I just had to. And the next thing I knew, I was lying in bed, orgasming to the thought of my daddy's dick stretching my virgin pussy out wide...
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What kind of marital problems could possibly make my mother want to give up that special piece of equipment that daddy carried around with him, right there between his legs? She was a fool! If I had a man with a dick that nice... I'd never even leave the house! I probably would never even take it out of my mouth!
Oh god... and he was such a good guy too. Everybody loved him.
"Oh my gosh, your dad is Doctor Nicholls?" they'd say in awe.
But that manshaft! It was incredible! They didn't know the half of it!
In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about it ever since yesterday when I saw him standing there in the shower. The big pole and those enticing balls. I wanted to feel those pressed against my ass with him fully inside me.
I was on the downstairs couch playing with myself, late in the afternoon. Daddy wouldn't be home for a while, busy with his patients, so I felt safe to touch my little pussy, thinking of his big cock. My fingers were feeling so good on the skin. I massaged the clit, biting at my lip, imagining how fantastic daddy could make this pussy feel. Nothing had ever made me have such dirty thoughts before! But I loved them! They were all I could think of!
The pleasure rushed through my body, causing me to arch my back and moan loudly – writhing and shifting on the cushions, letting my fingers go to work. Oh god, it was so amaz--
“Isabelle?” I heard the voice call out.
Oh shit...
“Ummm,” I muttered, fumbling around trying to pull my panties back up. I'd rather not be spotted here on the couch with a hand up my pussy! “One second!”
“Are you being a bad girl, Isabelle?” My daddy asked, stepping into the room. He was peering at me from over the back of the couch.
“No, it's not
how it looks daddy,” I whimpered, still struggling with my underwear.
“Oh, it's not, is it?” He questioned me, looking down at the hot mess beneath my hand. “It certainly looks like you're being a naughty girl.”
“I just had an itch, I swear, daddy!”
“Oh, an itch huh? But for what?” He asked with a sly smirk.
“For what?” I repeated.
“Yes, what are you itching for? I can help, I am a doctor after all."
Daddy winked at me.
"Tell me, little girl, have you ever been naughty with a boy before?”
I shook my head no. And here I stopped moving altogether. Daddy had walked around the side, standing just in front of me now.
“No?” He smiled.
“No, daddy,” I said.
“Well then... I think it's time you learn a thing or two. If you're already being a naughty girl by yourself...”
My step-father then sat down beside me, letting one of his hands land on my inner thigh. I felt the rush of heat from his fingers – ripples of sex immediately shooting into my nether regions. Images of his large and manly cock filled my brain. I wondered how many times that hand had been wrapped around his own shaft, squeezing and pleasuring himself.
“You're going to teach me a lesson?” I gulped, my eyes drifting to his crotch.
“Yes, Isabelle. I think your mother would appreciate me being the disciplinarian for once, don't you? She doesn't seem to like much else about me anymore. But maybe... if I teach you something, she'll stick around.”
“I don't know, daddy,” I whispered. “I'm sorry though, if I was being bad.”
Daddy was so confident, sitting beside me on the couch in his business suit with that bright red tie. I remembered buying it for him for his last birthday.
“Don't be sorry, Isabelle. It's all part of growing up. Now... let's see how grown up you really are,” he nodded, licking at his lips.
And all of a sudden, I felt his hand beginning to move, to slide up my leg. He was inching it down along my thigh, fast approaching the wet gash between my limbs. I had my panties around the lower half of my legs. They trapped me from spreading them any farther apart. But it didn't seem to matter to him, as he kept on with that wanton hand.
I felt his fingers only a mere few inches from my pussy now. Daddy paused, allowing his hand to rub back and forth across my skin.
“So, you've never had a man touch you here, Isabelle?” He asked.
I shook my head no again.
“How about here?” Daddy inquired, moving his hand up to my lower abdomen, just above the mons pubis.
“No, daddy, not ever,” I gasped. His touch was sending all kinds of electrifying sensations through my body.
I couldn't believe my naked, bald privates were out on display! With my daddy just sitting there! Staring down at them! But how good it felt! Thinking of his cock growing erect for my body... That's what I wanted! I wished to feel his shaft expanding with excitement for my pussy. And, judging by the tightening of his pants, I think this is just what was going on. My feminine juices were flowing heavily now, like nothing I'd ever experienced in my life. It's like his hands were big pumps, just forcing the liquids from me. Every single time he touched me in a new spot, I felt another rush of precum filling my tight little hole. I must have been drenched by now!
“And what about...” Daddy's hand moved slow, oh so slowly! I could tell just where it was going... Sliding down my stomach, down along the inner thigh right by my hip, and at last right onto my sex! “Here,” he said.
I moaned loudly, arching my back unconsciously. The movement caused my hips to drive forward and up, forcing his hand farther down my pussy lips.
“No, daddy! I swear!” Came my hurried reply.
I could barely think at all! Having my step-dad's fingers on my cunt! They were rubbing side to side, right on the clitoris – but only on the outside portions. He didn't dare venture inside me, yet. I was frightened and scared, but dying for him to slide a finger between the lips and feel my wetness. Those plump, engorged lips of mine were like a dam holding back flood waters! One little crack in the barrier and my endless liquids would come rushing out. That's what I wanted him to feel...
“So then, this is the first time a man has ever handled your... naughty bits?” He asked.
I nodded, looking right into his eyes. They were bright and alive with desire. The more he handled my pussy, the more I saw the life coursing through his gaze. My own eyes were trembly and nervous – having never been touched like this, I was apprehensive, yet ready. I knew if it were to happen, I wanted daddy to be my first. He would at least treat me right.
“And Isabelle... have you touched a man's cock?”
“No!” I blurted, almost choking. “I've never done anything like that daddy, I swear. I'd have asked you first.”
Doh, what was I thinking! Asking him first?!
“I bet you'd like to, wouldn't you?” Daddy smiled, taking hold of my hand.
“Yes, daddy. I'd like to touch yours,” came my meek reply.
My step-father was already dragging my hand across his lap, placing it right on top of his pants – right on the massive bulge which had been growing steadily, larger and larger ever since he'd sat down. It was big! I thought he might have been sneaking a baseball bat in his pants! The sheer size of his cock was alarming. Feeling it full of blood, this close up, scared me... How was he going to fit anything that large into my virgin hole? He'd split me apart!
“Go on then, Isabelle. Touch your daddy's cock. That's a good girl. Mmmhmm, handle my shaft. I want you to see how hard your filthy little pussy is making your daddy get. And that's all your fault, isn't it?”
He paused here, squeezing my wrist to make the severity of his statement known.
“Yes, daddy. I've been a bad girl and made you all hard,” I whimpered, desperately wanting to paw at his dick again.
“I'm glad you understand, little girl. But we're still left with the problem of my throbbing cock, aren't we?”
I nodded, averting my gaze from his.
“Well then,” he continued. “What are we going to do about that? You've got this dick big and ready for action. What can you do to help make it feel better, baby girl?”
Daddy's hand was still gliding up and down my southern lips. He had yet to penetrate beyond the exterior folds – only teasing and taunting me, making it feel so damn good and so damn right, despite everything wrong I was feeling on the inside.
“You, uh, you... you want to use my pussy, daddy?” I moaned. And here his cock jumped in my hand at the words. I must have said something pretty arousing, because the big meatpole nearly leapt out of the pants and attacked me! I even reeled back a little with shock. My Doctor Daddy only smiled.
“That might help, wouldn't it, pretty girl?”
“Yes, daddy. I could help you feel better, couldn't I?”
“Isabelle, I think you could...” And immediately upon finishing his sentence, I felt daddy plunge his fingers into my pussy! Pushing right between the lips and into my warm slit!
Oh god... Fuck!
What an amazing sensation this was! I could feel my inner walls coming alive with arousal. The wetness from my cunt rushed outward in great waves of sexual excitement.
“Oh baby girl...” He groaned as the liquid coated his fingers, running down my crack and onto the couch. “You're making daddy feel worse right now, aren't you? Look how big my cock is getting for you. This wet pussy of yours is a very naughty thing, isn't it?”
“God, yes, daddy! I'm a naughty girl! I saw your—your uh, your cock in the shower!” I couldn't believe the words had escaped my own mouth! Admitting to staring at my step-father's penis, for god's sake! I was a mess! Lost in a world of lust and arousal, at the hand's of my daddy and his pulsating pole.
“Oh,” he smiled, leaning back slightly. “So you saw me in the shower, did you?”
“Yes, daddy. I was being bad.”
“And did
you like what you saw, baby girl?” He questioned me, ramming his fingers farther inside my aching hole. Jesus! If his hand felt this amazing, I wonder what that big, thick dick would do to me!
“I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, daddy. I've never seen anything so big...”
“My, my, Isabelle,” he pursed his lips. “You really have been a bad girl, haven't you? I really think your mother is going to enjoy this little lesson I have for you. You know, she's thinking about leaving me, don't you?”
Daddy pumped his fingers in and out of me as he spoke. It was difficult to hear the words from all the pleasurable sensations filling my head. How was I supposed to keep track of what he said when I was being taken on the couch of our living room!
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