Part Three
My opportunity came a few days later when Daddy announced that he had to be out of town for a few days to make a bid on a new construction job in a nearby town.
Although I hated him being away, I loved to send him sexy pics while he was gone. A hard nipple beneath a tight shirt; a closeup of my mound beneath my panties. Nothing too explicit, but something to make sure he was thinking about me. And it would also guarantee that he would be horny as hell when he got home.
Finally he texted me that he was on his way home and would be back in town around 3:30 that afternoon. His timing couldn’t have been better. I texted him back and asked him to pick me up at a certain street corner that just so happened to be only a block from our local Catholic school. He would be picking up his little girl from school, and the fun could begin.
As the time approached, I dressed in my simple cami, panties, socks, my polo shirt and jumper, slid on my shoes, and looked at myself in the mirror. The little girl stared back at me. I pulled my hair into their pigtails and called Uber for a ride. No sense leaving my car on the street. The look I got from the driver was one of surprise, but like any good driver, he minded his own business and dropped me off at the corner where Daddy was going to meet me.
As I exited the Uber, I heard the distant ringing of the school’s bell announcing the end of classes for the day. Soon little knots of girls and boys with the familiar green plaid began to walk by me. Not one gave me a second look. The effect was so perfect that even they couldn’t tell the difference.
I had not been standing there more than a few minutes when I saw Daddy’s truck pull alongside the curb just a few feet from where I was. I walked up, stepped up on the running board, stuck my head in the passenger window and said “Hi Daddy!”
His head snapped around and I could see a look of disbelief on his face, almost as if he didn’t recognize me. That was quickly replaced by surprise and then something else. Something more primal. I could see that he was going to embrace the fantasy completely when he said, “Hop in Baby Girl”. “Let’s go home.”
I climbed up into the truck and sat cross legged in the seat, allowing my skirt to ride up over my knees, and put my best pouty face on.
“I’m so mad!”, I said.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?”, he inquired.
“There were some girls being mean to me. They teased me about my freckles and my red hair.”
“Oh I see”, he said. “You know they’re just jealous.”
“Why would they be jealous of me”, I responded.
“Because they know that boys love girls with red hair and freckles.”
We pulled up in front of the apartment and went upstairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I climbed the stairs. I walked across the room and flounced down on the couch, kicking off my shoes. My skirt had ridden up over my thighs but I pulled it modestly down over my knees as he sat down beside me.
“But why would boys love me”, I asked.
“You’re getting to be a very pretty young lady”, he said. “Lots of boys will be attracted to you.”
He reached over and placed his hand on my knee, sliding the skirt up until it rested on my thigh. Goosebumps erupted across my leg at his touch and it was like an electric shock went through me.
“You have lovely legs”, he said. “Boys always love a nice pair of legs”.
“Do you really think so Daddy?”, I said, pulling the hem of the skirt up to expose my thighs completely, stopping just short of showing my panties.
“Oh yes”, he said and I could see the gleam of lust in his eyes.
“Boys like a nice behind too”, he said. “You’ve got a very nice behind.”
“Really”, I said? “I’ve never really thought about that before”. I stood up from the couch and gathered the skirt in my hand, pulled it up over my ass before turning it towards him. “Do you really think it’s nice?”.
He reached out and cupped one ass cheek in his hand, giving a bit of a squeeze. “Definitely”.
I pushed back against his hand and moved back towards the couch, climbing up into his lap.
“I love you, Daddy”, I said. “You are always so good to me”
“I love you too, Baby Girl.”
“Tell me Daddy, what else do boys like?”
“Well”, he said, hesitating for a moment as though not sure how to proceed, boys love a pretty pair of titties.”
“Mommy says to call them breasts”, I said in a disapproving manner. Then I smiled up at him. “Do I have pretty titties, Daddy?”, I asked, turning my face away from him as though embarrassed by my question.
“Well now sweetie, I don’t really know”, he said. “I’d have to see them to be sure.”
I shrugged the jumper off my shoulders and in one quick move, I had pulled my polo shirt over my head. My nipples were beginning to harden and they showed plainly through the cami bra.
He turned his head, looking as though to give my tits a good appraisal. “Well you certainly are getting to be a big girl, aren’t you?, he said. He reached out and pulled the cami up over my head, tossing it on the floor, exposing my small breasts. “Yes, they are nice”.
He cupped one breast in his big hand, gently squeezing. I could not help but let out a sigh. He lowered his head and encircled one hard nipple with his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
I wiggled my ass in his lap and could feel his cock beginning to harden in his pants.
“Oh Daddy”, I panted.
He continued to caress my breasts, alternating nipples until I was breathing heavily. Lifting me off his lap, he laid me gently on the couch.
“You know what else boys like”, he asked. “Boys like a pretty pussy”. “Do you have a pretty pussy?” he asked.
“Tell me Daddy”, I said, reaching beneath my skirt and raising my hips, I slid my panties off. I shyly pulled my skirt back down, but It didn’t take long before he had lifted it back up, exposing my mound. He took my leg and lifted it over the back of the couch, leaving me splayed open for his inspection.
His fingers began tracing my mound, moving slowly through the soft peach fuzz of my pubic hair, down the gap between my pussy and thighs. Reaching to the bottom of my slit, he inserted his finger slightly and drew it upward until he found my already hard clit, flicking it with his finger tip. I gasped, and my hips involuntarily thrust upward.
Almost instantly, his face was buried in my pussy. His tongue was everywhere: inside, outside, licking my lips, circling my clit. His hands were beneath me, cupping the cheeks of my ass, lifting me, pulling my pussy harder against his face. I knew I was going to cum. The excitement of the fantasy had been building in me and I was primed when he slid first one, then two fingers in my wet pussy.
That was it! I began to orgasm, bucking my hips against his face. Shoving my pussy down on his probing fingers, throbbing, clutching. “Oh Daddy”, I cried out. “Yes Daddy!”.
As I began to recover, he scooped me up in his arms, pulling me back into his lap, holding me close. He kissed me and I could taste my own juices on his lips. “You have a very pretty pussy, Baby Girl”, he said.
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