Daddy Issues

Dad/daughter fantasy (1)

"You know my dad left me when I was just 2 years old?"

Aleks had been thinking about how the absence of a dad gave her an obsession with older men. Every time she went to the supermarket, walked along the road, visited the library, or drank coffee in a cafe, her eyes would be drawn naturally and inquisitively to older men. She barely noticed any man under the age of about 40. If she saw a younger guy, nothing registered in her brain. It was as though they didn't exist.

Older men, on the other hand, were mysterious to her, unknown, and strangely alluring. Her train of thought would always follow the same pattern. First she'd be drawn to their eyes, then to the lines on their face, the roughness of their stubbly or bearded skin. She longed for them to become aware of her gaze. She wanted them to know her thoughts and glance back at her. She wanted to be noticed. Occasionally in the library, she'd pretend to look at books on a shelf just to get physically close to a man she'd set her eyes on. The library was perfect for this, as you could get really close without it seeming suspicious. On so many occasions she'd brush by a man she'd spotted, as she moved down a narrow isle. She'd pick up any book from the shelf and open it in the middle, pretending to be absorbed by its contents. She would glance up as if deep in thought, just to see if the guy she'd passed was aware of her presence. Each time her stomach would flutter as she became conscious of her scheming. It felt voyeuristic to her, and this excited her. The men were almost always entirely unaware of her. At times she felt invisible. If she were close to ovulation the flutter in her stomach would soon move to a warmth between her legs and she would easily become wet. Sometimes this furtive activity would make her so wet she'd worry that her juices would seep out of her damp panties and through her jeans. At such moments she only had to meet eyes with one of these men and it felt like she'd melt to the floor. She'd put one leg in front of the other to squeeze her pussy lips together, and put pressure on her clit. Not infrequently this action would lead to her discarding the book on the nearest shelf and disappearing quickly into the library toilets, locking herself in the cubicle, leaning against the door, pulling her jeans and panties down to her knees and masturbating frenziedly. Her horniness on such occasions was overwhelming, and had to be satisfied.

"Steve, is it weird for me to sometimes think of you as if you're my actual dad?"

"Umm, no baby, I don't think so."

Steve started to think about what Aleks meant when saying that. He knew she had daddy issues, but he didn't know this would mean her thinking of him as her actual dad.

"I just want everything from you, daddy. I want your care, your gentle caresses, your love, your manly body between my thighs, and sometimes I just want you to be my actual dad."

"I understand, baby, I do."

"I know it probably sounds weird to you, but sometimes when we do sexual things I want to fantasise that you're my actual dad and I'm your actual daughter."

Steve had some trouble really understanding what Aleks was saying. He tried to imagine the same thing with his own daughter, and it felt wrong. At the same time, though, he started to get excited about the idea that Aleks was his real daughter, and how taboo it would be to be sharing a bed with her, touching her most intimate parts and inserting his dick into her pussy.

"Daddy, can we try something?"

"Of course, baby, what do you want to try?"

"Can we imagine that you're my real dad now, and I'm your real flesh and blood daughter?"

Steve loved how free Aleks could be with her sexuality. She had opened him up to sexual experiences he'd never dreamt of.

"Daddy, can you run a bath for me please?"

Aleks gave Steve her puppy eyes and he knew at that moment she had inhabited her fantasy. He walked towards the bathroom and felt the blood start to engorge his soft cock. He was excited about what was to come.

"Daddy," called Aleks, "lots and lots of bubbles please!"

Steve ran the bath and vigorously splashed his hand around to create a luxurious amount of bubbles that rose to the top of the bathtub.

Aleks called from the bedroom, "Come and get me please daddy."

When Steve arrived in the bedroom, he saw that Aleks had got out of the bed and was standing still with her hands by her side. She looked different to Steve, as though she had regressed to a child like state.

"Thank you daydeeee."

Steve walked towards her and she held out her hand.

"Take my hand please daddy and lead me to the bathroom."

Aleks's head dropped to her chin, and she shuffled like a child across the carpeted floor, holding on to her daddy's hand, warm from making bubbles.

Steve took his daughter and led her through the hall to the bathroom. The steam was rising from the bath, and a scent of coconut filled the air. The smell aroused them both.

Steve's daughter stood next to the bath and lifted her head so she was staring into his eyes.

"Undress me."

Steve moved his hands to the shoulder straps of the slip she was wearing. He took the silky fabric between the fingers of both hands and lifted the slip slowly above her head. He glanced down and saw the fabric rise slowly up her body, revealing the top of her thighs, her trimmed bush, her tummy, and then her pierced nipples.

As the fabric brushed against her pert breasts, Aleks shivered slightly and felt wet between her legs.

Steve's daughter was now standing completely naked by the bath.

"Hold me daddy, I want a hug before you wash me."

Her dad moved towards her and pushed his chest against her bare tits. His hands moved over her hips and gently stroked her bum cheeks, squeezing them slightly. His cock hardened as he felt the smooth skin in his hands and as he pressed hard against his daughter.

In this moment they had both entered the fantasy completely. They were no longer Steve and Aleks. They were dad and daughter, and the taboo nature of their shared fantasy was wholly absorbing.

"Clean me daddy, and don't forget to wash my princess parts."