After the Dream..

Ever since I turned 16 sex had preoccupied most of my dreams, but the dream last night had felt so real. Standing under the shower hot water pouring down over me, my pussy was still sticky and wet with cum. Closing my eyes I could still feel his fingers rubbing my clit and his voice whispering in my ear.?You love it don't you??By the time I finished my shower he was already at the table eating breakfast. I tried to keep my voice cheerful, "Good morning Daddy."I*leaned down to kiss his cheek, lingering to smell his cologne and rub my face against him.He lightly kissed my cheek. Looking up only for a moment and went back to reading his paper.?Good morning baby girl.?I played with the milk in my cold*bowl of ceral.*Twirling my spoon and trying not to stare at him. Sneeking glances, I searched his face for a clue, but his face as he read the paper gave nothing away. I could only think about his fingers rubbing my tight wet pussy in the dark. He glanced up at me as if he could read my thoughts. Suddenly my tiny nipples were rock hard and I could feel butterflies fill my stomach. He snapped his paper and went back to reading. If he noticed my hard nipples through my blouse or my flushed face he didn't show Ataşehir escort it.All day I couldn't think of anything but the dream. I went to the mall, but everywhere I went, every man with his daughter reminded me of the dream and I would feel myself growing excited. I was sure everyone who looked at me knew I wanted to make love to my father.I felt so hot I went into the bath room to wash my face. Running water over my face I looked into the mirror. My eyes where dark like my fathers. Long dark hair, and freckles stared back at me. Checking to make sure*I was alone I went into*a stall. Pulling my jeans down*I gently*touched my swollen pussy. Leaning back on the toilet seat I spread my legs apart and started rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes and thought about my father and the dream. Rubbing myself franticly cum dripping down my fingers I was about to cum when I heard the stall door next to*me bang shut. Afraid of*getting caught*I*quickly stood up and flushed the toilet. Zipping my pants I washed my hands and ran out of the bathroom.I*couldn't wait to get home and the bus ride seemed to take forever. I wanted to see him. I wanted him in my bedroom. I wanted to see Ümraniye escort bayan if he would*talk to me like in the dream. Call me his little whore. Was I a whore? Does wanting to fuck my daddy make me a whore?*Once*I was home the waiting*seemed to*last forever. Waiting for my father to come home. Waiting for dinner to be made, the dishes to be done, waiting*for the other kids to go to bed. I took my shower and waited to be alone with him. When I came out of the bathroom he was sitting in his big chair alone in his den. Finally I was going to be alone with him. Walking up to him I went to sit on*his lap but he stopped me before I could sit down, holding me by my waist at arms length. He looked at me and smiled.?Baby girl you are too big to be sitting on my lap anymore.?Slapping me on my bottom, he pushed me away from him.Embarrassed and hurt I ran down the hallway to my bedroom. I tried to sleep but I could only think about him. His voice, his mouth, his fingers inside me. I rolled over on my stomach, putting my fingers inside my wet pussy, I started to rub my clit. I could hear my father in my dream.?You fucking little slut?Just thinking about those words Escort Bostancı made my pussy throb. I was so close to cuming when I heard the door of my bedroom open and my father's voice call me.?Christi??I answered him.?Daddy??He opened the door further and walked in. Just like he had in my dream, he walked across the room and sat down next to me on my bed.?Baby girl, I am so sorry.?He put his hand on my shoulder.?Are you okay baby??He started gently rubbing my back. Rubbing slowly,*his hand moved*under my night-shirt. His warm hands now*carrassing my bare skin. His hands felt so good,*moving lower on my back to the elastic band of my panties, he moved lower sliding his hand under my panties, rubbing the soft mounds of my ass. I couldn't help myself and I*moaned. His finger tips grazing the lips of my wet pussy. His*suddenly stopped. ?Baby? What have you been*doing?? His voice surprised.I didn't know what to say. I was going to lie and say nothing but his voice grew stern.?Baby what*were you doing?? It was like a horrible accusation."Were you touching your pussy??I whispered my lie. ?No Daddy?His voice was angry.?No Daddy?? ?Don't lie to me.? You tell me right now*were you masturbating??My lips trembled. I had never seen him so angry.?Yes Daddy.?His voice was dark. ?You little whore.? You are rubbing your cunt right now?"I was starting to cry.?Yes Daddy.??No, You say it, tell me what you are doing.??Yes daddy I am rubbing my cunt.?He moved so quickly*pullling my panties from my waist and down off my feet.