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I don’t know how much time passed since I had fallen asleep but when I woke up I found that my tank top had risen up, almost exposing one breast. Before I had thought to adjust myself I heard the front door open, so I closed my eyes to pretend that I was still asleep and see what might happen.
I heard: “I’m back, Dolly.”
I also heard daddy’s footsteps growing closer until they stopped. ‘Oh shit, look at me, please.’ I thought and daddy must have read my mind. He bent over the couch and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. My shorts had ridden up tightly from my twisting and turning in my sleep, and my hardening nipples were the only thing holding my tank top over my breasts at this point. Daddy must have seen nearly everything, but he just walked to his bedroom as though nothing were unusual. I felt so disappointed but I wasn’t about to give up on him.
I waited a few minutes before “waking up” and went and found him in his room. He was just getting undressed for his shower. His bare chest and shoulders gave me the chills but I acted like there was nothing to see and I entered the room to greet him.
“Welcome back, daddy. Sorry, I didn’t heard you come in. How was your day?” and I walked up to him to give him my usual kiss, rising up on my toes to press my lips softly to the edge of his jaw.
“Oh, same as always, Dolly.” He replied nonchalantly and then continued “I’m very tired today, so I think I’ll grab a sandwich and go to sleep early.”
I felt a little let down again, but I reminded myself to be patient. We live in the same house, I had plenty of time to do the things slowly, until he wouldn’t be able to resist me.
The evening went smoothly. We had dinner, a little chat and went to our bedrooms. But I wouldn’t be sleeping.
I was too keyed up for sleep, and more importantly I had a plan. I got out of bed in my black silk nightdress around midnight and padded down the hall Girne Escort to daddy’s room. When I saw him laying there on his side wearing only a pair of boxer shorts I had to stop and admire his body for a moment. I put on my best scared face and shook him gently by the shoulder to wake him.
“What happened, Dolly?” he asked, his voice hoarse from sleep. He looked so worried and my heart melted for him a bit. My daddy cared so much about me.
“I had such a terrible dream, daddy. I know I’m a little old to be sleeping next to you, but can I stay here tonight? The dream was awful!”
He smiled reassuringly and took me in his strong arms.
“Of course, baby. Daddy will protect you from any nightmare. I’m always here for you.”
And so, I made myself at home and lay on my left side in my daddy’s bed, facing away from him. He leaned over me and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek:
“Good night Dolly.”
“Good night daddy and thank you.”
He rested his arm on my waist and we both okay unmoving for a few minutes. I closed my eyes, slowed my breathing (which was more difficult than I expected) I feigned sleep before jumping into step two of my plan. I’ve always been a restless sleeper, so I hoped he wouldn’t think anything of it as I nestled closer and closer to him until my ass nudged against his crotch.
I most have gasped a little at the feel of him, but I don’t think he noticed. I couldn’t help myself, his cock was already firming up. He was still awake and he shifted his hips away from me slightly, but I scooted back a little further and I could feel him starting to tent out his boxers. He backed off again so then I dropped the bomb.
“Mmmmh, daddy… daddy.” I whispered and he froze.
I rolled my hips against him very slightly and he didn’t move. It was a struggle to keep my breathing even. He waited few seconds and whispered my name, probably to test if I was asleep. And I was “asleep” of course.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought he would feel it, but he stayed still. Kıbrıs Escort After a minute or two, he relaxed against me again. I didn’t feel any movements from him so I thought that he fell asleep and I prepared myself for my third disappointment of the day, but just when I started feeling drowsy I felt his hand start to glide up and down my flat stomach, over my silk dress. My eyes shot open, but I closed then again right away in case he peeked at my face.
He just kept stroking my belly slowly and I started to feel a little slick inside. His hand moved slowly up to the side of my right breast, stopping just short at the swell underneath, then traced down my hip until he reached the hem of the dress. He didn’t have far to go, the hem was only a few inches below my ass by then. I tried my best not to move but I had to squeeze my thighs together because of the growing tingle in my pussy.
He stopped when saw me move but I managed to maintain my breathing and his hand soon resumed it’s journey, coming back to the hem of the dress. Agonizingly slowly, he slid his hand down further, caressing my outer thigh before retracing his steps up my flank, my ribs, and lightly brushing the underside of my breast. He made two more slow circuits, but on the third his hand slipped under the thin silk of my nightdress. I could have screamed, I needed his touch so badly. Instead I laid still, my heartbeat echoing like a drum in my head, my breath staying show and shallow.
I was getting wet enough now that I could feel the lacy gusset of my panties getting damp. I had goose bumps and I let out a little moan but this time he didn’t stop his hand, now on my bare skin caressing my thigh, and his breathing was heavier than before. His cock was as hard as oak now, pressing firmly into the soft skin of my right ass cheek.
Oh shit, I want him to touch me, to touch my pussy and make me cum like a slut.
I swear my daddy really can read my mind, because at that moment he lifted the dress over my stomach and I rolled into my Magosa Escort back to let him have whatever he wanted from me. And so he did.
The dress can’t up over my breasts now, my nipples as hard as I remember them ever being. They were eager to show off for him. He stared at my chest rising and falling for a good ten seconds before claiming my boobs with his hands and kneading them firmly. He parted my legs with his knees so he could get between my legs. His raging cock, still trapped in his now very tight boxer, touched my pussy lips through my soaked panties. I had to remind myself to keep breathing. He laid himself over me, I felt his heavy breathing on my neck and his hands worked my breasts faster. He took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand, tweaking them and pulling them upward. I almost gave up the game entirely when he whispered to me in the sexiest voice on the fucking planet:
“Oh God, Dolly! Your breasts are incredible!”
I know I moaned then, it sounded loud as hell to me but it must not have been enough for daddy to notice. Or maybe he was too far gone to be distracted? I could tell I was having an effect on him, because he lowered his face and began to kiss my neck. He was shaking but trying to keep the kisses soft enough to keep from waking me up as he worked his way lower. He kissed down my shoulders, then over my collarbone, soft almost chaste kisses. Then more tiny little kisses across my left breast… my aching nipples… why did he have to keep his mouth closed… and then he started kissing down… In my mind I was chanting ‘please, please, please…’
But then he stopped. Right at the edge of my belly, he kissed the waistband of my panties and stopped. In my mind I was screaming and cursing the entire world. ‘He can’t leave me in this way!’ But he did. He moved back to his side of the bed and fell asleep after a few minutes.
Was this a divine punishment? But he touched me. He didn’t make me cum like a slut but he touched me and was hard as iron because of me.
So what I heard this morning when he was in the shower wasn’t my imagination. This meant that I had a real chance to make a move on him, knowing that he wanted me.
And with a little smile and a bit of dissatisfaction, I finally drifted off to sleep, the wheels in my head slowly turning with plans for tomorrow.