Daddy’s Girl 1: Lunch With Daddy

NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All the characters featured are over 18 years in age. The story contains strong themes of incest, if this is not your cup of tea, it’s best you move away right now.

Ever since I was a little girl, daddy has always been my hero. I’ve always looked up to him for advice on pretty much everything. he has always been there for me, and as far as I can remember, has always been a good friend more than a father. He has had no qualms discussing about my various celebrity crushes or about the guy problems i’ve had in school and college. Naturally he was my hero. Someone who wouldn’t hurt me, and always trusted my instincts and respected my decisions.

I guess I was in the final year of college when I began looking at my dad as more than just my father and friend. Even at age 52, he was still quite fit, thanks to the daily yoga and jogging he used to do. He always dressed impeccably, and managed to keep his hair and mustache trimmed to the right length, and looked nothing short of a movie star. As I grew well into my teen years, I had even caught some of my own friends eyeing and flirting with my father!

Daddy has always been a good sport and has played along, sometimes to annoy me, but he has never gone overboard and always stayed within his limits. Sometimes I would sulk because of this, it was because of jealousy, but I didn’t know that then. He would always come by me, put an arm around my shoulder, draw me close and tell me, “Come on, Neeta, I was just joking around with your friends” He would kiss me and give me a chocolate or ice cream to subdue my anger. And me being who I was, would melt like the ice cream in my hands and forgive him, every time.

Every time my father hugged me, I felt tingles all over my body. The musky smell of his cologne added fuel to the already burning fire and made me go insane. I wanted him to hold on to me in his strong hands forever, but I also wanted him to get away from me, lest I go overboard, with my own father.

Many a times when i masturbated, the image of my father’s muscular body would fill my mind. Resisting those images would only make them stronger. Lately, I had caught myself actively fantasizing about my father fucking me with his thick long cock, while I held on to him for mercy. In fact, i was becoming less ashamed of those thoughts and had begun actively welcoming them. My father loved my mom very much, and I knew that he would never cheat on her, but I wasn’t so sure about myself with him.

Daddy, Mr. Sumanth Rao, ran a business and my mom, Bhanu, was a housewife. My elder brother, Anil Rao was doing his masters, while I was at home after completing my bachelors, awaiting my results.

That was when my life changed for ever, and a normal father- daughter relationship crossed all borders of taboo and trespassed into the fields of ecstasy. Our relationship blossomed into something bigger, beyond our control.

I had just come out of my bath, wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered my thighs, and a flimsy tank top. My shoulder length hair was dripping wet, and had made impressions of my bare breasts on the top as I wasn’t wearing any bra that day. I casually walked into the hall, and immediately felt the presence of my father. I turned around to see him sitting on the couch, working furiously on his laptop.

Daddy was usually at his office during these hours, and seeing him unexpectedly at home made me extremely happy. I walked up to him and brushed my hairs, making sure to get a mist of water droplets from my hair to fall on him. He looked up irritated at first, but his expression changed when he saw me. He raised his arms up and I sat on his lap like always, while he hugged me.

“What are you doing home at this hour daddy?” I asked him, as he brushed my wet hair aside.

“Mom’s not here na” Mom had gone out on a trip with her friends- Ooty and Kodaikanal- for a week. “So, i thought i’d take you out to lunch today” he said

“Awww…” I adjusted myself and hugged him some more. My shorts hiked up my torso, covering virtually no part of my thighs. Daddy’s hands were on my shoulders, and when I moved, it accidentally fell on my boob, but dad made no attempt to move it away. I felt a jolt when he grabbed my supple breasts, but I let it pass like I didn’t notice it. I continued to hug him and slid down. I could feel his dick growing at a steady pace, pushing against my bum. I began adjusting my position again, when my father interrupted

“Okay darling,” His grip on my boob loosened. “Go get ready now, we dont’ want to be late”

“Okay daddy” I sad, and left for my room after I kissed him.

Once in my room, I left the door ajar a bit. My intention was not to seduce daddy right away, but things would move faster if he did though. I took off my shorts and my top, and looked at my body in the full length mirror. I wasn’t bad looking. I had slender curves in all the right places. I cupped firm and perky virgin breasts, and imagined my dad holding them. The little shenanigan I had got into with my dad had aroused my nipples enough to stand erect, jutting out of my breasts, pointing straight ahead. I was fully waxed, except for the little bush that covered my mound. I turned around a bit, and looked at the reflection of my ass. I wiggled it a bit, and gave it a nice squeeze. I really wasn’t that bad looking.

I put on a tight sleeveless shirt, almost as bad as the tank top i was wearing and a matching short skirt. I wore a jacket to cover the flimsy top. That was pretty much it. I didn’t wear any undergarments. I had plans for daddy that afternoon.

Once I was done with the dress up, I came out to the hall. Daddy was clearly flustered. maybe he saw me changing my clothes? Maybe.

I decided to tease him some more, so i cat walked up to him and spun around, making my skirt fly, revealing my round bottoms for a split second. I watched daddy’s face turn beetroot red.

“Lets go, Daddy” I sad and grabbed his hand and pulled him from the couch. The bulge in his pants was very evident, and made me tingle in my special places. Throughout the car ride, I had my skirt hiked up to cover just my nether regions. If daddy had gone faster on any potholes/ speed bumps, he would have got a full view of my hairy chut. Alas, no such luck bestowed upon me.

Throughout the ride, I kept talking to him, and enjoyed watching him strain himself for not looking at my silky thighs. When we finally arrived at the restaurant, i deliberately slid my ass on the seat, giving papa a good view of my ass. I let out an audible giggle at daddy’s’ predicament.

Once inside the restaurant, we picked a booth, ,and I immediately removed my jacket. My dad’s jaw dropped at the sight. I innocently bent lower, giving him a full view of my cleavage. I seductively put my right hand against the seam of my shirt, as if threatening to revel my breasts.

“What happened daddy?” I asked in an ever innocent voice, like I didn’t know why he was so flustered.

Just then the waiter came in to take our orders, and I straightened up, while my father took a sip of water to wet his parched throat. He ordered our lunch, and we waited while the waiter brought our food. Daddy was still uncomfortable, i could tell. I was enjoying his predicament a lot.

I decided to go back to being normal with him, and we talked about regular stuff, but i was preparing for phase two. I slowly hiked up my skirt, so that it just covered my pussy. I began touching daddy’s arms and complementing him, almost flirting with him.’

“Daddy, mummy is so luck to have you as her husband”

“i am lucky to have her as my wife beta. And you as my daughter” He pinched my cheeks. I gave a low erotic moan, and bit my lower lip seductively.

“No, daddy. I mean such as strong, caring man. I wish I can find someone like you” I reached out to place my hand on his arm, but I tipped the salt shaker over. We both began looking under the table.

“There it is!” Daddy said before he dived down to get the salt shaker from under the table. Meanwhile, I spread my legs, giving him a complete view of my pussy. I was looking over the table, but I knew he was mesmerized by his daughter’s tight pussy. I began leaking like a broken tap at the thought of that alone! I put my hand down there and began rubbing my clit with my first two fingers. Daddy came up suddenly,looking even worse than before. I tried real hard to suppress my laughter.

I kept my hand under there for a few more seconds, then took it out and licked the tip, tasting my own juices.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked

He looked so cute, all flustered and confused.

“The food, I mean” I said, stuffing a spoon full of lasagna in my mouth.

“Yes… yes.. it’s very good” he said. He was too embarrassed to eat anything. While I hogged down the entire thing and ordered ice cream for both of us.

I picked the cherry on top from my father’s bowl, and ate it seductively. Sucking on it first, slowly biting it and gulping it down, while i made orgasmic noises. I slowly raised my leg, and began massaging my dad’s calf, and quickly placed it on his thighs. I pushed against his crotch and felt his hard bulge. I couldn’t wait. I looked around a bit, and dived under the table.

“baby, what are you doing down there…” He hardly finished his sentence as I massaged his bulge with my hands.

“No beta, this is wrong. Come back up” He said, but made no attempts to push me away. I removed his zip, and freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

“Neeta! Get up right now” He said a bit sternly. I just licked the tip of his quivering cock and swallowed the glimmering pre cum. He suppressed a moan. “no, not here Neeta… please…” he whispered.

I pulled back his foreskin to reveal the throbbing purple bulge. I couldn’t wait to feel this nasty rod inside my tight chut. I envied mom for having access to such hard cock at all times. I licked the whole shaft, while my hands began massaging the head of his penis. I kissed it like there was no tomorrow. I began sucking my father’s cock, despite his feeble protests. First only the head, then taking in the entire shaft inside.His cock was touching the back of my throat, making me gag, but I kept going without haste.

“Anything else sir?” The waiter came in unexpectedly. I stopped for a moment.

Daddy composed himself. “No nothing, we’re good” he said. trying desperately to sound natural.

I slowly continued to suck him off, while he spoke to the waiter and asked him to get he check.

Daddy’s cock became stiffer. I knew he was on the verge of cumming, so I upped my game. I gave it a rest, looked up at him and said “Cum in my mouth, daddy”, and i licked the entire length of his cock.

I engulfed his cock, and sucked harder, fondling his balls over his pants. Sucking harder with each thrust. Finally, papa shot his load into my mouth. I gave a short break, while the semen shot right against the back of my throat and filled my mouth. I swallowed it all in, like a good little slut. Papa’s cock was going limp, and I suckled on it like a kid to a teat, drawing out every little remnant drop.

I finally zipped him up, kissed his crotch can got back up to my set, wiping my mouth. Just then the waiter brought us the check. “The dessert, was really good” I said to the waiter and winked at my dad.

In the next part I’ll tell you how I let my father fuck me mercilessly in his marital bed.

Daddy’s Girl 1: Lunch With Daddy