“Daddy I’m home!” I looked around and tried to listen for any sounds in the house, but there weren’t any. Dad should have been home about an hour ago, I thought to myself. I shrugged my shoulders and headed up to my room where I threw my bag down and flopped on my bed. I quickly shimmied out of my tight jeans and sighed as I felt relief from the restricting garment. If I could I think I would go around naked all the time, clothes are so annoying. It had been hot today and a thin sheen of sweat covered my body. I turned on my fan and lay back, stripping off my shirt and bra. I shivered slightly as I felt the cool air hit my pussy full on. I never wore underwear and so my lower half was bare and the fan was aimed right toward it. A shudder went through my body and I figured since my dad wasn’t home I’d play a little bit. My hand slowly slid down my body, caressing my breast and the already hardening nipple. I let Küçükyalı escort out a soft little moan and watched my hand continue down my body. Soon, my small fingers were rubbing my clit and spreading my lower lips apart. My index finger dipped into my entrance and then eased all the way in. After a few minutes I had two fingers in and I was fucking myself hard. Moans and gasps were being torn from my lips and I shudder slightly, “oh daddy.” I blushed softly. Since when had I started wanting my daddy to touch me? It didn’t really matter though. Every girl has fantasies about her dad right? So, I decided to just go with it. I began picturing my dad, all 6’3’’ of him. He’s in shape and toned without being ridiculously ripped. He’s always had thick, dark, brown hair that I’ve always just wanted to run my fingers through. Before I know it I’m soaking the bed underneath me and Kartal escort bayan screaming my orgasm, all while thinking of my dad. As I’m coming down from cloud nine I hear something and look up. There, standing in my doorway, is my dad. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide, and before I can say anything, he’s gone. I rush to my door and slam it shut, clutching my thin sheet around me. Was he watching the whole time or had he just seen the end? I was in shock and to my utter embarrassment; the thought of my daddy watching me masturbate made me wet all over again. It was a few hours later when my dad made an appearance. I was making dinner when he tried to sneak down the stairs, “Dad I’m making spaghetti for dinner. I didn’t know what you’d want. He simply nodded and we ate dinner. The rest of the night was tense and neither of us really said anything to the Escort Suadiye other one. We both went to bed early, me skipping clothing, and after some more freaking out I finally fell asleep. I was in a sound sleep when something odd made me wake up. My stomach had clenched like it does when I’m masturbating. I opened my eyes and looked down. To my horror, there was a head between my legs and someone was eating me out for all they were worth. I pushed at the trespasser and heard an all too familiar voice. “Calm down baby girl. You’re dreaming and daddy wants to make it a good dream.” At first I didn’t believe it, but why else would my daddy be doing what he was? As I lay back and gave in, my legs instinctively spread and I heard a sound of approval. Daddy’s tongue rubbed roughly against my clit and I let out a cry when he nipped it. He slid down and slipped his tongue slowly into my pussy, eliciting another cry. My hands tangled in his hair and my back arched off the bed as his tongue scraped and rubbed against my insides, pushing deeper every second. My hips rocked by themselves and I tried forcing his head closer to my cunt as pleasure built inside me. His thumb and finger pinched my clit and I was finished.