The Woman of the House Ch. 01

I step in to the shower in my room. As the hot water cascades down over me, I replay the interaction between me and my dad. It happened this morning as I was getting ready to leave for school. I was wearing a very short skirt and top that showed off my mid-drift with low cleavage. And my matching heels, of course. I was looking pretty cute. I was 19 and in my senior year of high school. Again. I failed the first attempt. But I only went because it was something to do during the day.

He had stopped me in the kitchen, "Brittany, are you wearing that to school?" he asked.

"Yes, why?" I said defensively.

"Any guy that sees you in that will only be thinking of one thing and...," his voice trailed off.

"And what?" I asked.

"And they shouldn't be thinking those thoughts about you," he said gruffly to me and he turned around and left abruptly.

My dad, Stephen, is so funny. He thinks I care about what boys at my school think... or want... they are little children. I see them in the halls pushing and kicking each other like children. That is so not attractive. I know all the boys want me. I am cute and I know it but I will never give it up to them. I want a man. A real man. Not a boy. Someone who knows what they are doing. I wouldn't even mind if he was as old as my dad. My dad still had it going on. He was handsome, kept his body in shape at the gym, and I could tell he was large (you know where) when I saw him in his boxer briefs. Someone caring like him. Better yet, someone who would appreciate and worship the body of a young hot teenager.

Just thinking about an older guy makes my want to play with myself. I step out of the shower quickly dry off and head into my bedroom. I leave my door ajar a little bit so I can hear when my dad gets home. I certainly don't want him barging in on me while I am masturbating. That would be...funny? It might be embarrassing, but I'm not sure. Maybe I want to be seen. It wouldn't be the first time. I've masturbated on webcam for a boy I was seeing before. I watched him masturbate and we both got off on camera. It was hot, yet not very satisfying. I wanted more.

I lay down on my bed, completely naked, and start playing with my nipples...wishing they were being sucked my an older man's warm mouth. I had pretty breasts. I was a B cup and very perky. My nipples were small and stuck out a little bit. They were usually hard too. I always had to wear a bra or you could see my erect nipples through my shirts. An image of my dad kept coming to mind and I tried shaking it off and thinking of someone else. I decided to watch myself in the full length mirror that is on the wall at the foot of my bed. With my door ajar I can see down the hall if anyone is coming. My hands make their way to my pussy which is already warm and wet. A chill runs through me as I start rubbing my clit. It feels soooo good and it makes me wonder what it would be like to have a man lick my pussy? Would I like the way it feels? What if he had a beard like my dad? Would it tickle like when he kisses me on the cheek? A picture of my dad eating my pussy was now stuck in my head. For some reason it wasn't really bothering me though. I kinda liked it. A lot. The thought of something so...taboo...made me a little wetter.

A sudden thrill rushes through me as I continue to think of my dad and I couldn't help it...I wanted nothing but his face buried between my legs. I continued rubbing my pussy and thinking of my dad. This was making me so hot I could feel my pussy juices dripping down to my ass. I could feel an orgasm building slowly. It felt so good I couldn't wait to cum.. And then it happened. I heard my dad come in the house! "Shit!" I said out loud. I was feeling so good and I didn't want to stop. Hopefully he would just go to his room and call my mom like he usually does.

I closed my eyes and continued to rub my clit with one hand and play with my tits with the other, pulling on my nipples and squeezing firmly. I imagined my dad's big warm hands all over my body. A moan escaped me and I opened my eyes a bit. In the mirror I can see my dad standing in the hallway listening. "Fuck it," I think to myself. "I'm not doing anything wrong. Maybe if he hears what I am doing he will go away and give me some fucking privacy. I think." So I moan a little more, no longer trying to keep quiet... "Mmm yeah... mmmm" My pussy is so wet it makes a slopping sound as I start fingering my pussy and wishing I was being fucked. The problem is, I wish it was my dad was fucking me. And then it escapes. The words I wanted to say out loud actually came out of my mouth, "Mmm mmm yes, daddy fuck me!" I moaned. I was so wrapped up in my little fantasy and wanting to cum I almost forgot about my dad being in the hallway.

When I opened my eyes to peek to see if he went away I was startled to see that he had moved closer to my door and was watching me in the mirror. My adrenaline pumped through my veins and my face went white. "What do I do?" raced through my mind. I didn't attempt to cover myself. I didn't attempt to move my hand from my pussy. I just slowly looked up, in to his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. He stared back at me. Silently, with no expression. This sent a warm rush over my entire body and I thought I was going to cum right then.

I began to rub my clit faster and harder. I didn't care anymore. I wanted this. It felt so good. I needed to cum soon and then I said the words again, knowing he could hear me and see me say the words, "Mmm yes daddy yes... fuck my pussy" I said as I fingered myself. I ventured another peek and was shocked to see now that my dad had his dick out and it was hard. And large. Holy shit! He was huge compared to the boys I'd seen and played with. I watched him through mostly closed eyes so he wouldn't know I was watching.

He started stroking it really fast. This sent me into an entirely new realm of being turned on. I have never felt this before. I was hot and sweaty and breathless. I couldn't believe it. I was actually rubbing my pussy while my dad watched and stroked his cock! It was more than I could take, "YES daddy like that," I moaned as my fingers fucked my pussy furiously, "Faster, faster," I said and his strokes got faster. "Mmmmm yes daddy yes... fuck me hard" I could feel my orgasm building, "Make me cum daddy!! Make me cum...please daddy, please!" I watched my dad through slitted eyes as he pumped furiously.

Then I heard a grunt and saw his load shoot across my doorway. I could actually see the semen flying out of his huge cock. It was more than I could take and my body was racked with the most intense orgasm I had ever had "OH Dadddddddyyy," I moaned as I came. My body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. When I opened my eyes I could see my dad making his way back down the hall to his room. I had no idea what he was thinking, but one thing I knew for sure was that he enjoyed that voyeurism as much as I did.

I quickly dressed in panties and a t-shirt and checked my hair in the mirror. What a mess I was. No makeup. My hair was still wet. And then I realized I was checking myself like I would for a boy just to go say hi to my dad. I had to say something. This was slightly embarrassing, but I wanted to check on him. I cared about my daddy so much and I didn't want anything to come between us. In fact, I wanted us to open up about this since it felt so good.

I walked down the hall to his room to check on him and heard a soft noise. It sounded like he was crying as I approached his room.

"Daddy?" I asked. "Are you ok?"

"Now's not a good time, Brit," he replied. He was sitting on the edge of his bed holding his head in his hands. I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was upset.

"It's ok Daddy. It's ok that you saw me in the mirror. I didn't mind," I told him. "Can I come in?"

I walked over to him and kneeled down between his legs and asked, "Are you mad at me daddy?"

He looked up at me and all I could see was confusion and guilt in his pretty eyes. I could also smell his manly musk emanating from between his legs and I didn't know which pulled at me more. It was either the concern for my daddy being upset or the tingling going on between my legs.

As he sat there in his boxers, I stared at his muscular thighs and I started to wonder, "What it would feel like to have those thighs pumping my daddy's big dick into me?" I stared at him looking for some sort of an answer.

"No baby, I am not mad at you. Of course not! I'm just mad at myself."

"Why, daddy?" I said with a soft voice and the cutest frown I could make. Kneeling between his legs was driving me crazy. If I had to pick a favorite sexual position, I guess it would be on my knees at this point.

As his silence stretched on I sat there kneeling between his legs engulfed in the smell of him and I was becoming increasingly aroused.

"Don't be mad daddy. Listen. I love you and I liked you watching me. Is that so bad?" I looked up at him smiling. "You looked happy I want you to be happy. Did you like watching me?"

"Princess. Brittany. You don't understand. What I did wasn't right. I did like it. I did and that's the goddamn problem! I shouldn't fucking like watching you, you are my daughter its NOT right!" he started to raise his voice. He was visibly angry and shaking a little.

"But you love me right?" I begged and whimpered.

"Yes. You are my baby and always have been. You're my good girl and I love you very much," he said getting choked up with emotion. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed the top of my head. "I'd do anything for you. I'd die for you," he said.

That was all I needed to know. I wanted to be this man's wife. I wanted him with every piece of me.

"Well I love you, too, and I want you to be happy. You haven't been happy since that bitch "mom" left." I began to raise my voice and be forceful with him.

"Stephen. Listen to me. I am the woman of the house now its my job to fucking take care of you, goddamn it. I WANT to take care of you!" I was feeling so much emotion. I had slight tears in my eyes. I forcefully put my hands on his thighs and began to rub in small circles.

I continued, now softly, "Daddy I am a big girl now and I neeeed to take care of you..."

I put my lips to his thigh and kissed him softly. I looked up into his eyes and said "I love you, daddy," and I continued kissing and caressing his thighs. I could see the bulge in his boxers growing. Since he wasn't moving, I listened. His breath was shallow and quiet. He was quiet. I decided to be bold. He was acting like a baby and I was getting tired of this. My pussy was on fire. I put my mouth to his hard bulge and began kissing him through his boxers. He immediately let out a throaty moan. His smell was fucking enticing and it made my pussy tingle. I continued to softly kiss his throbbing hard on until the fabric was soaked with a mix of my saliva and his pre-cum.

His eyes were closed and his breathing picked up. I decided to be even more bold. It was time to take care of my daddy. I tugged and pulled his boxers down freeing his hard, massive dick in my face. Holy fuck it was bigger in person.

"Oh god no, what am I doing?!" he moaned and layed back on the bed. I had never tasted a man before. I thought to myself, "I am SO glad my daddy's dick is the first one I have had."

"Daddy, am I your good girl?" I asked as I ever so slowly and gently wrapped my lips around his penis.

"God yes sweetheart, what are you doing to me?" he moaned. It almost sounded like a painful pleasure in his voice.

I took the head of his cock between my lips and began to circle my tongue around the head over and over. I'd watched lots of videos and practiced on my dildo so I was pretty confident in this action. My god. I was giving my daddy a blowjob. I remembered that boys love to look at tits and I have fabulous tits so I wanted to show them off. I let daddy's dick slip from my mouth and licked my lips.

"Look at me daddy," I demanded. He looked up and me and stared in to my eyes. I stood and took off my shirt letting him get a good look. Then I slipped out of my panties and threw everything to the side. Including my inhibitions. This hunk of a man was mine. All mine.

"I want you to cum in my mouth daddy. Now." I demanded. I grabbed him by the hands and pulled him into a standing position.

"Baby no. Let's stop this now," he protested.

"Just shut the fuck up daddy," I rolled my eyes at him. "Like I said, I'm the woman of the house now and you're the man of the house, so start acting like it."

He stared at me in shock and with that I knelt down to my knees and positioned my face right in front of his still erect cock.

I took him in my mouth and slid him past the head this time. I let him slip in almost all the way to the back of my throat, my tongue caressing his soft velvet skin. I began to move my head back and forth, sliding him in and out. I grabbed his hips and pulled in and pushed back. I wanted him to fuck my face. I wanted him to use me as much as he wanted. It must have been too much for him because all of a sudden I looked up and him and smiled as much as I could and he looked at me and started moaning loudly.

"BABY...STOP OR I'LL CUM..." he shouted.

No. Fucking. Way. I was not about to stop the first load of cum I swallowed. I heard lots of girls didn't like the taste and wouldn't swallow. I figured, this is my daddy. I'll do what the porn stars do. Swallow.

"Mmmhhmmhhmm," I mumbled and shook my head yes at him.

His head went back and he groaned loudly.

Then I felt warm splashes of salty tasting liquid at the back of my throat and on my tongue. I swallowed quickly and coughed a little. Then I coughed more. Then his cum kept coming and it splashed on my lips and chin. I just sat there as he calmed from his orgasm thinking I was hotter that ANY porn star. Except for the coughing fit. So I choked a little. We had so much time to practice that again.