Cindy Poling tried to calm herself as she waited for Professor Janis in the hall after class. Her sexual obsession with had driven her here, and she was ready to make the first move.
Once he gets a look at how I've dressed, he will also know why I came, and, I hope, he'll take it from there, she thought. If not, she didn't know what to do.
She understood all professors were in a bind when it came to dating students, but she already knew Janis was interested.
Their brief but red-hot embrace in her kitchen told her that much. She had nearly fainted as she felt his dick harden against her belly when she whispered "Daddy" in his ear. It had been a big risk, and it scared her to know she had taken it. But he had liked it, and it made her shiver as she tried to control herself.
Cindy hoped he would noticed her in class that day and knew he had. He had barely stopped looking at her for 45 minutes. She wore one of those new school girl dresses that were popular – short, high-waisted little cotton girl dress.
Bending over in one guaranteed a great show from the rear, and it was impossible to keep from showing panty in a banked lecture hall. She had added white anklets and black Mary Jane shoes. Her long reddish-black hair was tied in a pony tail that fell well below her slight shoulders.
Beneath the cotton little-girl dress she wore a pair of white panties and a white girl's bra. It was the way she dressed on the day that fixed her obsession – the day Daddy Charles had played with her pussy in the bath. The day she had held her daddy's cock… She had to keep shaking herself mentally to remain focused on classroom reality. So, she had made sure her dress was up enough for him to see her panties during class. It made her wet when he fixed his eyes on her crotch several times during class. It obviously distracted him, and she did all she could to show him more. He looked relieved at the end of class and glanced at her and smiled as the students began milling out the door. He looked desperate and kept glancing her way.
She watched as Prof. Janis spoke with each of the several students who approached him after class, answered their questions and smiled. It was obvious he enjoyed them all and that the students loved him. She reminded him even more of Daddy Charles from all those years ago, they way she remembered him, so gentle and kind, his big hands so warm on her body. She could feel her nipples erecting as she watched, waited and dreamed. Cindy closed her eyes and imagined Professor Janis standing over her by the bed, his penis hard in her hand, putting it into her mouth…
"Ready Cindy?"
He caught her by surprise in her daydream, and she blushed when she looked at him. She felt he was reading her mind, knew what she was thinking about, but she fell into step with him and they walked outside and through the wooded college campus toward the professor's car in the parking garage.
He was talking as they walked, but she didn't hear anything. Her mind burned with desires kept at bay since she was a little girl, since the day her mother walked in just as she was about to take her father's penis into her mouth, maybe even into her vagina.
Even in late afternoon, the parking garage was semi-dark, and when they reached the car he unlocked her door and opened it. She brushed against him, and a sharp searing heat passed between them. The brief touch melted her, and she simply leaned into his body, standing there by the car door.
He didn't move, except to drop his case and wrap his arms around her. She did the same and moved her body hard against him, grinding her pelvis into his crotch, gluing her small breasts into his chest. He reached down, easily reached under her short dress, cupped her butt with both hands and ground back, making a deep but faint grunting sound.
Daddy?" she whispered, barely audible, her eyes closed, her nose nuzzling against his neck as the sexual electricity built between them. "Are you my daddy?"
"Hmmm, yes, baby. Daddy's here," he whispered back. "Give Daddy a kiss."
It was what Cindy dreamed of hearing. It sounded so real, so tender, and she so longed to hear those words. She moaned as she attacked his lips with her own.
Their lips mashed together, tongues alive in each other's mouth. He was dry fucking her now, pulling her tight butt against him. She could feel his cock against her pubic bone. She humped back, in rhythm with his motions.
She broke away and attacked his neck whispering frantically into his ear, "Take me home, Daddy. Let's go home."
"Yes," he hissed and shut the door behind her after sat down. The ride to her rental was only about six blocks, but it seemed to take forever.
No word was spoken, but she scooted to his side and slid under his waiting right arm. She dropped her right arm to his leg and began rubbing his penis through his pants. He stroked her head gently as she found his penis and massaged it.
The size and hardness of it made her shiver.
"Good girl," he said softly, encouraging her exploration, and kissing her on the forehead. "Rub it for Daddy."
She moved her hand lightly it up and down its entire length. It was big, just like she remembered Daddy's cock was all those years ago. Cindy's panties were soaked, and she started rotating her ass against the seat as she held Prof.
Janis' penis through his pants. She was afraid to move, afraid to say anything… she didn't want to break the fantasy spell that had them tightly and maddeningly bound together at that moment.
But she did start rubbing his cock harder. He stroked her hair more, kissed her again and whispered in her ear, "That's my girl. Yes, Daddy likes that. Do you like doing that, honey?"
His voice was so gentle, so tender, so loving… his hand on her hair, ear, neck… his tender kisses gave her more goose bumps as she rubbed his big cock.
It felt like it could be real, that he really was her daddy, the one whose cock she had almost sucked. She suddenly knew this man was it – the daddy she had always wanted, sharing her fantasies.
"Uh huh, Daddy. I like it a lot… Daddy?"
"Yes, baby," he said, turning away from her to park his Bronco in front of her house.
"Are you going to be my daddy?" she asked, still rubbing his fat cock through his pants, but looking up into his face now as they pulled up at her house.
"Oh, yes, sweetheart, if you want me to be. Do you want me to your Daddy?" he asked, really getting into the fantasy with her, cradling her face in his hands, kissing her lightly.
"Oh, yes, yes, please, Daddy. I do. I want to be your little girl," she trembled as she said it, surrendering herself to her fantasy, trusting him now, because he played her game so well.
He kissed her again, tenderly, on her forehead, and his hand went to her dress where he gently cupped her tiny titties. He kept his mouth an inch away from hers and stuck his tongue out. She did the same, and their tongues entwined, mouths open as she rubbed his cock faster and he found her distended nipples, sticking out from her tiny breasts. He broke it off.
"Let's go inside. It wouldn't do for neighbors to see a girl doing this with her daddy," he said, falling deeper into the fantasy's spell.
She slid out his side and they nearly ran to the house. Cindy barely got the door closed before Professor Janis was behind her, fitting his hips up against her ass and reaching around her to cup her breasts, one in each hand.
She moaned and fell against him, pushing back as he dry humped her slowly from the rear. She was as tall as Janis, and her ass was at just the right place to feel his hardon, even through his clothes and her frock and panties.
Her brain burned with lust, and she uttered a low moan while pushing against his crotch with her butt. She moved from side to side to position his penis in the crack of her ass.
His hands were inside her dress, under her cotton bra now, and he trapped her nipples between his fingers as he cupped her tiny, still-pert breasts. She moaned, "Oh, yes, Daddy, yes."
She leaned back against his chest and he ravished her neck and her ears, whispering as he was doing it: "Do you need a Daddy, sweetheart?"
"Ngh…" Cindy couldn't talk, couldn't answer. They were the words she longed to hear. She was going to have a daddy, and he was going to do to her what she had desired, obsessed about. Her mind was overwhelmed by it… but Janis kept whispering to her…
"You want me to be your daddy? You like Daddy to hold your breasts?"
He removed one hand from under her bra and ran it down her belly, grinding now against her as she pushed back and kept his rhythm.
"Yes, Daddy! Be my daddy, please, please!" she cried, finally, as his hand lifted her cotton dress, ran up her thighs and teased her pubis through her panties.
She parted her legs, spreading her feet slightly to allow him access to her crotch. His fingers were teasing lightly over her vagina, and she could hardly stand it.
Suddenly, he broke away, pushed her away from him and spun her around to face him, holding her by her shoulders and staring into her eyes. The sexual tension between them was overwhelming. The fact that they were both locked into their roles as father and daughter was as real as Janis' hard dick, Cindy's wet panties.
"OK, Cindy, take your hand and rub Daddy's cock like you were doing in the car," he ordered.
"Yes, Daddy, yes I'll rub your cock Daddy," she mumbled as she reached for his crotch, found his cock and started rubbing it through his pants. "Like this, Daddy?"
"Yes, baby. That's it. See what you've done to Daddy's cock?"
"Yes, Daddy. It's big and hard isn't Daddy?"
"That's right sweetheart. Big and hard, and it wants a little girl," he said, running his hands down her shoulders to her breasts again. He cupped her tiny breasts and squeezed them gently.
"Do you want to come into the bedroom with Daddy?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, Daddy. Please," she begged.
Without a word he turned and led her down the hall and into the young mother's bedroom. The curtains were closed, but the late afternoon light created a soft yellow glow in the bedroom. He led her to the side of the bed, then turned to her and ordered to take off her clothes.
"Take off your dress for Daddy," he said, sitting down on her bed as he unbuttoned his shirt.
She stood facing him and unbuttoned the top few buttons before reaching down and pulling the cotton frock over her head. She was left standing in her tiny little girl panties and bra, white anklets and Mary Janes.
He stood slowly, eyes raking her body. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed, then moved closer to her.
"Here baby, let Daddy unfasten your bra," he said, reaching for her and pulling her into his bare, hairy chest. There wasn't much to the snap on this tiny bra, and he had it off in seconds and was cradling her tiny bare breasts, rolling her nipples again between his fingers. She wobbled and moaned some more. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good…"
"Now, take off your panties for Daddy," he said, pushing her back and returning to his seat on the bed.
"O.K. Daddy," she said, turning and slipping her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties, relishing this scene, the one she had wanted for so long. She pushed them down over her ass and let them drop to her ankles. She stepped out of them and straightened, baring her hairless pubic mound to his view for the first time.
Janis smiled and said: "Oh, Daddy just loves your bare pussy honey. Keep it that way for me, OK?"
"I will Daddy, just for you Daddy… Oh!" she gasped as his finger lightly teased across her exposed labia.
Cindy smiled and nodded, aroused even more. She was dying for him to fuck, to bare his cock, to stick it into her mouth, her pussy, her asshole. All she could do was stand there, trembling before his gaze.
"Now, don't turn around, honey. Bend over for Daddy. Show Daddy your little pussy," he told her, voice almost a whisper now. He had begun disrobing as he watched.
She turned and bent at the waist before his gaze. She felt totally exposed to him and totally in his power now, on fire with lust, knowing she was showing her pussy to her daddy. She looked back to see his pants and underwear drop in one move. His cock was huge, just like she remembered Daddy Charles' penis had been.
He approached her from behind as she craned her neck around to watch him, to soak in the sight of his erection. When she did, she saw him move up behind her and felt his hands grab her hips.
"Here baby, move here to the bed and bend over it," said Daddy Don. "That's it, now put your hands on the bed and hold yourself up for Daddy. And spread your legs a little for me."
Cindy did as told. She started to turn and look again, but Daddy Don stopped her.
"Smack!" Cindy jumped when his hand hit her bare ass. "Don't turn around or Daddy'll have to spank you good. OK?"
"OK Daddy! Please Daddy, don't hit me again!" she pleaded but kept her head straight ahead, even when she felt his hands moving around her ass and down to her vagina.
"There, "he said. "That's a good girl. What a pretty pussy you have for Daddy.
Daddy's gonna play with it now," he said from behind her.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, that feels so gooood… Oh, Daddy!" His fingers racked her clit, teased her labia and all around her bare slit to her asshole. Then, she felt his breath and gasped as he buried his face in her displayed cunt.
Cindy began climaxing when he wrapped his lips around her clitoris and tickled its tip with his tongue. Her body shook violently as she came, moaning and babbling.
"Daddy, oh, Daddy. Cumming Daddy! Cumming!"
She was still shaking when he suddenly pulled away from her and ordered her onto the bed.
"Get on your back. Spread your legs. Daddy has to fuck his little girl right now," he commanded.
She spread her legs and watched her daddy move to the side of the bed, stroking his fat, hard penis as he looked at her body, then into her eyes. He stood near her head, jacking his cock slowly as he spoke, just as Cindy had dreamed he would.
"You want Daddy to fuck you sweetheart?" he said, smiling down at her tenderly and reaching with his free hand to stroke her hair. Bending forward, he now stroked his cock only inches from Cindy's face.
"Kiss it for Daddy," he ordered, watching her intense focus on his cock.
She kissed it, then licked it and raised her head to gobble it into her mouth, but Don pulled away and ordered her to lay her head back on the pillow again.
"Do you know what Daddy's going to do now honey?" he asked, moving onto the bed and between her legs on his knees, still stroking that huge dick.
"No Daddy. What Daddy? What?" she begged, nearly frantic again, her pussy on fire. Here lips burned where they had touched his cock.
"Why, Daddy's going to fuck his little girl now. Does Daddy's girl want Daddy to fuck her?"
"Oh yes Daddy, yes, yes…"
"Say please then. Say, 'Please fuck me Daddy.'"
"Please fuck me Daddy," she said in a low voice, watching as he moved his dick to touch the entrance to her vagina. "Please Daddy…"
Her words caught in her throat as she felt his cock sliding into her. Little by little, he moved it in, then pulled out and pushed in a little more. Finally, she felt his body against her and his balls laying against her asshole. She was filled with her daddy's cock and he was starting to fuck her. She couldn't think, speak or do anything except respond to the huge hardness that was filling her insides.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy… It's so good. Please Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me Daddy!"
"O.K. baby doll, Daddy's gonna fuck his little girl good now. Here goes honey," he said and started banging her hard and fast. "Daddy's fucking his little girl good now."
"Yes, yes, yes… oh, Daddy, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Daddy…"
Neither of them had given a thought to Shauna, and neither of them heard the door open. But Shauna sure got her ears full and was about to see what she had been dreaming of for days.