[This story was completed as a request, if you’d like to make one, pm me!]
Most porn I’ve watched that portrays the type of relationship he and I have starts much differently than the way ours did. Usually, the girl has to be sneaky and devise a way to sway him, and convince him to ignore the feeling of “this isn’t right.” Not us– my daddy was the one who initiated it, and he’s damn lucky that I had been fantasizing about him for so long. Any other daughter would have ran to the police and reported him, but maybe he knew I wouldn’t. He’s my daddy, after all.
I was about to leave home for college– I was all packed up, and sat in my room on the phone, excitedly chatting with a friend. Daddy came to the door and knocked, then entered once I gave permission. I hung up, and he sat on the edge of my bed and produced a rectangular present. When I asked him what it was, he simply smiled and said it was something to keep me company when I went off to college. Gently placing a hand on my thigh in a paternal nature, he coaxed me to open it.