I Need You Daddy

I am eighteen and I am a virgin. Yes. I know that most of the girls I know have been shagging for years, but there is only one person I want for my first. Daddy.

He doesn't know that I have designs on his body. He would probably be appalled if he found out, but he will be my first, I just have to make him the instigator. But how?

My clothing is my focus. I have decided that I need to make myself more alluring. I shall no longer wear jeans or joggers, I shall wear skirts and dresses. They will be short, not exceedingly short, but short enough that in the right circumstances, a glimpse may be had of my underwear, for example, when I paint my toe nails or am followed upstairs. I haven't done my toenails for a long time, so I guess I shall be doing that a lot from now on, but only when dad is around.

Underwear, now, that will be white and only white. No more pretty little flowers or blues or reds. No. I read somewhere that men find white the sexiest underwear colour, and it reflects my virginal status anyway. They will also be body huggingly too small, so they will stretch over my vulva and reveal my inner shape. Again, only when someone is in the right position to observe.

Tops, when I match them with a skirt, will be low cut or buttoned where I can leave a few buttons undone. I am not doing the tart look of high heels and stockings, no, that does not reflect my sweet little girl persona. My hair will be in a high pony, again I read online that men like this style a lot.

So to put my plan in action.

Daddy was downstairs, mum was at Grans and would be back at bedtime. I cleared away the tea things and set the dishwasher.

"Just showering daddy," I called into him as I went upstairs. In my room, leaving the door half open as I stripped, just in case. Naked I went across the landing to the bathroom. Mum and dad had their own ensuite, so this was pretty much my domain. It was full of my toiletries, and hair bands, brushes and makeup. To be honest, it was a bit of a mess, hands up to that, but I knew where everything was and everything was where I wanted it. I looked at it. "Yup it's a tip," I said, and shrugged, not doing anything about it for now. I turned my shower on.

Unlike mum and dad's shower, my shower was over the bath, so it was a bit of a step in. I realised as I was stepping in that anyone who happened to be watching through an open door would get a real eyeful of my goods. I didn't think anyone would be watching. It was still early days yet, that would come later.

I added gel to my scrunchie and slowly lathered my body. I loved the feel as I brushed over my vulva, a warmth slowly spreading out as my arousal grew. I took the shower head from the hook and ran the spray over my body, gasping out loud as the jet sprayed across my vulva, a stream catching my clitoris, oh my what a feeling, it caught me by surprise.

I took the spray head and slightly bending my knees to open my crotch more, I sprayed the head upwards, almost a douche, but not quite. I gave myself a good rinsing, ensuring no soap suds remained anywhere, and turned the water off. I ran my hands over my skin wiping off as much water as I could. I stepped out of the bath, another potential eyeful, and stood on the bathmat, my back to the door.

I patted myself all over drying myself. I hung the towel on the heated towel rack and open the bathroom door and walked, naked, across the landing to my bedroom. I picked out a yellow sundress, I didn't bother with a bra, I was not going anywhere this evening and added a pair of small white and tight panties.

Oh those panties are indeed tight. I am very aware I am wearing them. Gosh. I sit on the bed and look at my reflection. Oh lummy. Those panties really do outline my sex. Goodness.

I grab some 'sunset red' nail polish, toe spreaders, acetone and cotton wool and head down. Daddy is sat on the sofa, his laptop open as I walk in.

"Hiya daddy," I say as I walk in and sit opposite him, "mind if I do my nails?"

"No Mica, of course not baby." He smiled at me.

I put all my nail gubbins on the table at the side of me, pull the pouffe in front of me and raise my leg, and put my foot on the pouffe. I don't look at daddy again, I plan to concentrate on my nails, if I were to look at daddy it would surely give my game away. Toe separator inserted, I have to lean quite forward to do that, my dress probably sagged down at the top, I hadn't thought about that, I surely will in future.

I opened my nail polish and worked on my toes. I like to start with my smallest toenail and then work along. Sherry, who I sometimes go to the Pint Pot with, she does a French polish on her toenails. I can't be bothered with that faff, simple red for me.

"Crumbs daddy, I forgot what a back breaker this is," I said as I put the polish down and changed foot.

"Is it sweetheart?" dad asked.

"Yes daddy, it is," I nodded, not looking at daddy, just my toes.

I went just as slowly on my left foot as I had on my right. I pulled the toes separator out, checked I didn't need to wipe up any over brush with the acetone, and stretched out both my legs. Looked good. I closed the polish bottle and sat back, finally looking at daddy.

"Crumbs that is a chore daddy, but looks good when it is done," and I pulled both my knees up so that my feet were flat on the pouffe, "what do you think daddy?"

His face was a bit red, could be anything, his chinos were bulging a little, "your toes look lovely baby."

"Oh thank you daddy," I said as I got up and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

I went and sat down on the chair, knees bent, and legs tucked in. Nothing more for him to see. I had to play the long game. I didn't want daddy overcome with lust and shag me once and then forever regret it.

After daddy and I watched some TV, Game of Thrones, and there was a bit of brother sister shagging going on, to which I simply commented 'well I don't think he is that good looking', and daddy just smiled, I said I was going up to bed. I leant over and kissed daddy on his cheek and hugged his arm a bit, my boobs also managed to press against him too. As I left I managed to drop my cotton wool, so had to bend forward in front of daddy and pick them up. Ha!

In my bedroom, door again a little open, I took my dress off and then padded across to the bathroom in just my panties. I had a wee, rather loudly, do men get turned on by that I wondered, the sound of girls peeing, cleaned my teeth and went back to my room. Panties off and in my laundry pile, I sleep naked, and got into bed.

I lay there wondering how my effort had gone, and what my next plan should be.

Mum was home all the next day, so I was careful with what I did. I still had tight panties on, but now, with mum around, I wore a bra too, and then a T-shirt and a skirt. If I decided to go out, I wouldn't need to get changed. Good job, because a little later Sherry texted me, meet her at Hot Java the coffee shop in town. Shouted goodbye to everyone and went and grabbed the bus into town.

"You will never ever guess what." Sherry started with as we waited for our coffees and baguettes to be delivered.

"Not unless you give me a clue." Well, I am rubbish at guessing games.

"If I tell you, you have to swear not to tell anyone, ever."

"okay, I pinky swear," I said offering her my little finger to crook.

"I shagged my dad."

"What! How did you pull that off, tell me everything, spare me no detail."

"My brother was out, so only me at home with dad. I was in my robe having just showered and I came down for a can of coke from the fridge. Dad was in the kitchen and I accidentally, honestly, really, accidentally bumped into him."

"I fail to see how accidentally bumping into someone leads to you shagging them." I had my own plans for my daddy, but there was no way I was ever going to let anyone know and certainly never let anyone know if I did. That was private.

"I didn't realise that my robe came undone. I went to the fridge and grabbed a coke, popped it and started drinking as I turned. Dad was staring at me. I couldn't work out why, so just kept standing there drinking my coke."

"Right," I replied, "open and exposed?"

"Yes. Boobs, fanny, the lot. Dad came to me and took my robe and pulled it to. He said that there are somethings a dad shouldn't see."

"He's right. Of course," I said, 'but his daughters fanny isn't one of them in my view,' I thought.

"I said sorry and walked past him and went upstairs. In my room I took my robe off and lay on my bed naked, my fingers gently rubbing myself."

"My good, do you do that? Wow."

"Of course I do, I bet you do too. Anyway, I was laying there with my eyes closed and my finger busy when daddy walked into my room, I had left my door mostly open. When I realised that dad was stood there, I stopped with my finger and just looked at him."

"Were you embarrassed; I would have died on the spot."

"No, not at all. I moved the quilt from the side of me, an invitation to him. He pulled his top off and pushed his trousers and pants down. His cock was sticking up and forward and looked very hard."

"Oh my God Sherry, was that the first time you have seen it?"

"God no. I have watched him shagging mum from behind, I have seen him naked in his bedroom when he is getting dressed, I have even seen him wanking himself, but he doesn't know any of that. He got onto the bed beside me, his finger slid along my crease and then he fingered me, his finger going in and out of me."

"Wow, how did it feel?"

"Damn sight better than me doing it."

"And?"

"After a few minutes he rolled over me, put his hand down and pushed his cock inside."

I thought, was that it? I wanted more from my daddy. I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to taste me, I wanted to feel him all over, him to feel me, for us to slowly make lingering love.

"Did he cum inside you?" I asked.

"Hell yeah, God it was dripping out for hours."

"So, are you safe or might you get pregnant?"

"Oh, shit, I never thought about that."

That was not something I had to worry about. I took a preventative injection every eight weeks. Pregnancy was not something I wanted to risk.

When I got home mum was making a cottage pie for tea. I went up to my room and stripped to bra and pants, hanging my skirt and top up for another time. I was sitting on my stool removing my make up when daddy walked in, I had left my door open as usual these days.

"Hello baby," he said, "are you alright?"

"Yes daddy, I am great. Why do you ask?"

"You seemed as if you wanted something earlier is all." He was looking at me, I know his eyes were straying over my body, but he kept pulling them back to my face. Bless him.

I stood up and walked over to him and gave him a big squeezy hug, pressing myself against him. I could feel his hardness.

"Oh daddy, thank you for being concerned, I am all fine daddy." I kissed his cheek and stepped back, I would imagine that he knew I could feel his erection, I wondered if he would be embarrassed.

"Well if you're okay baby," daddy said, "then I'll see you at tea in a few minutes," and he wandered off. My plans seemed to be beginning to work. I was the model of decorum all evening. I always would be when mum was at home. I didn't want her to get any suspicions or worries.

Mum had gone out, Tesco then Grans, so would be gone for a few hours. I wandered around upstairs between my bedroom and my bathroom. Naked at first, and then just in panties. I had all the doors wide open, I had no idea what daddy was doing. I could hear him moving around and was sure that he would have seen me on at least one occasion. In my bedroom I bent over the windowsill and looked out, for no reason, it just gave another opportunity for daddy to see nearly naked me, if he just happened to be passing my bedroom.

I put my robe on, loosely tying it, so that my boobs were covered, my décolletage and panties not, and went down to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"I've got the kettle on daddy, do you want a tea?" I hollered as I wasn't exactly sure where he was, I had lost track. I thought the key was to make sure I wasn't tracking daddy everywhere he went, that way if he saw me it would be just coincidence and would look contrived.

He walked into the kitchen and smiled, "yes please baby."

He looked straight at me, his eyes going from my face, down my open robe to my nice tight white panties. I gave him a moment and then turned and started making the tea. We don't bother with a tea pot, just bags straight in a mug, hot water and then milk. I leave the bags in, mum usually takes them out.

Teas made and stirred, I turned slowly and passed dad his mug.

"I am going to sit in the conservatory daddy and drink mine." I didn't invite him, everything had to appear casual, coincidental, innocent.

"Okay baby, do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course I don't daddy, why ever would I? I love spending time with you."

I took my tea and went to the conservatory. I put my tea down next to the cane chair, put a cushion flat on the seat, it makes me a little higher, more visible, and sat down, ankles together, knees slightly apart. Daddy sat opposite. I knew from the feel of the air on my skin that my robe was apart over my thighs, and my panties would be quite visible, and therefore the crease in my panties would be quite visible.

"Any plans today baby?" Daddy asked.

As I looked up to reply I saw that eyes were quite definitely focussed at my panties. I widened my knees just a little, stretching my panties just a little more.

"Oh not really daddy. Mum is out all morning, I might potter around here for a bit and then perhaps go into town around lunchtime, see if any of my friends are there."

I picked up my tea and leaning back, I took a drink. That had the effect of pushing my chest slightly forward, tightening my robe over my breasts, my nipples showing through the thin robe fabric.

I knew mum was going through the change, hot flushes and the like. I wondered if that meant that she wasn't interested in sex. Did that mean dad wasn't getting any?

"Okay baby. Sounds good."

I couldn't exactly ask dad if he was shagging mum.

"Are you okay daddy, only I never seem to see you holding hands with mum, or, you know, cuddling." That was the closest I could get.

"Yes, baby, all fine."

"Oh good daddy." I finished my tea. "Only you know I would do anything for you daddy." I stood up and went across and kissed him on his forehead. "You only have to ask."

I was pretty sure he would have been able to see inside my robe and see my nipples.

"Thank you baby, I know."

I left daddy to it and went up to my bedroom. I wondered if I had gone too far. Had I blown it? In my room, my door mostly open I took my robe off and lay on my bed, just in panties. I was trying to think of other ways that I could just accidentally let dad see me, to appear sexy to him, without him realising I was coming on to him. Or should I just be blatant?

I think I dozed but woke with daddy sitting by me on the bed.

"Oh gosh daddy, are you alright."

He looked at me and then his eyes moved to my breasts and then down to my panties, the crease showing.

"It was something that you said earlier."

"Oh daddy?"

"Your mum, she's not, er, well, not."

"Feeling herself?"

"Yes baby. It is difficult for me."

"Oh daddy." I sat up and put my arms around him, squeezing him tight to me. "I can help daddy."

"Not with this baby sadly, but the cuddle is nice."

"I can daddy, I can. I can do anything for you."

His hand found and cupped my left breast, oh gosh it felt so good.

"There are things that we shouldn't do baby," he said as he squeezed my nipple between his finger and thumb. I let out an appreciative soft moan.

"It doesn't mean I can't or won't daddy," and I pressed my hand on the hardness in his trousers.

He groaned. "Oh baby, it has been so long."

I undid the button on his trousers, lowered his zip and pushed my hand inside his pants. My fingers curled around his penis and I squeezed it.

"Oh fuck, oh shit," daddy gasped.

"Daddy, stand up," I said.

As he stood up I pulled his trousers and his pants down, revealing his hard cock and balls. As he looked at me I pulled my panties down, revealing my naked fanny to him.

"It doesn't have to be any longer daddy," I said, laying back on the bed, legs apart. I am sure my crease would have been glistening, I was so aroused.

Daddy pulled his shirt up and over his head and stepped out of the puddle of trousers and pants. He didn't say anything, he just crouched over me and lowered his cock towards my fanny.

I leant down and grasped his cock and wiped it along my valley and pressed it to my opening. He flexed his hips and pushed, he was inside, slowly, but getting deeper. He stopped, he hit my barrier.

"Go on daddy, it is yours, take it."

There was a pressure, a ping, and suddenly he was all the way inside me.

Any hurt was dissolved by the pleasure. He was in me. He had taken my maidenhead. He had made me a woman.

I put my arms around him and dug my nails into his back, my legs curled around his bottom.

"Do it daddy, love me."

He started to move back, his cock sliding back towards my entrance, I realised I could feel his foreskin as it moved on his cock, I wondered if he could feel all my little bumps and wrinkles inside. He pushed back in, filling me, the end of his cock pressing at my depth.

As he moved faster and pressed harder I could no longer identify his foreskin moving, it was all a blur of feelings, and his pubic mound smashing onto my mons made a sound I would love forever. I realised I was gasping, adding to the sounds of daddy making love to me.

"Yes daddy, yes," I managed as daddy pushed harder and harder and then he pushed and held. He jerked inside me, I could feel his ejaculation, I felt his spurts as he filled me.

His cock softened and as my orgasm erupted and pleasure and pain flowed through my body, my vagina clamped and ejected him. Daddy rolled to the side and lay on his back. I rolled over and kissed him, hard, my mouth open, tongue seeking his.

"I love you daddy," I whispered between kisses, "I will love you for always daddy."

"I know baby, but..."

I stopped him.

"No buts daddy, I love you more than anything and nothing will keep me from loving you whenever you need daddy, whenever. I love you so much."