- Wet Stories -
Straight Female / 27
Born To Be A Daddy's Girl
I grew up with a father who was very self aware. From the very youngest he taught us to observe things around us. One of the tests, I'll call it that, was to lay on the grass and pay attention to what was right in front of our nose. Likewise if we felt bad he questioned us, teaching us to pay attention to ourselves, our bodies and our feelings. For him books were good, but being observant was better. What was that women doing? How about that man? And, don't get freaked out, when we got to that age when our hormones took over, what are you feeling? Focus on your body, what it is telling you?
I lay in bed quietly and would put all my attention on my clit. I felt my clit grow. I felt my lips open, by vagina secrete its juice, and my clit get more and more sensitive as it got hard and aroused. It took very little physical effort to touch my clit and trigger an orgasm. I was very self aware of my nipples and my vagina. I studied myself in the mirror. I learned to like myself naked, and pay careful attention to my body as it changed. I looked at my father, his face and his hands, and I wondered how his penis was, was he hard, or was he soft, I masturbated thinking of how it would feel if he came up to my room and fucked me. I have no doubt that those fourteen year old feelings are what have kept me focused on grown men, and yes, I'm a Daddy's girl, through and through.
I 'lost' my virginity outside my house to a man thirty years older. Curiously I didn't lose my outside virginity until I was 22 and living alone in Nashville. The man who took my virginity was chosen, he wasn't an accident, he was a man who I wanted to have as a Daddy. To hold me, to kiss me like my father did, Daddy daughter kisses, and to fuck me the way I dreamed I was being fucked. It was planned, not an accident.
It wasn't the money, I grew up with money, but the man definitely had to have money. Lots of money to afford me. I was very able to navigate the money people in Nashville. When people asked 'what is your family in?', I knew how to answer. Oil and Gas. And ranching, but that's a hobby. Yes, Oil and Gas. We grew up in River Oaks and our family has money. How about yours? Oh, you're father works for a living. How interesting? Yes, I know how to talk to people with money.
That's why my Daddy has to have money, real money. And I know how Daddy's want their little girls arms around their necks and how to press my boobs against his chest, and how to sit on his lap and straddle him and rub my lips against his dick. Daddy taught me to pay careful attention. And that's how I am with my Daddy that fucked me. I don't need his money, but he knows that without real money, he can't afford me. And he wants to fuck his little girl, I can see that look in his eyes, get naked, breathe in and out slowly, pay attention and let my vagina secrete it's juice and smell, let him watch as my lips flower in front of him, and invite his dick to enter me and let him fuck me until he is content, and I release my tension and I follow him with a big orgasm, which makes him happy.
I learned from the best, I know just how to make Daddy want me.
I lay in bed quietly and would put all my attention on my clit. I felt my clit grow. I felt my lips open, by vagina secrete its juice, and my clit get more and more sensitive as it got hard and aroused. It took very little physical effort to touch my clit and trigger an orgasm. I was very self aware of my nipples and my vagina. I studied myself in the mirror. I learned to like myself naked, and pay careful attention to my body as it changed. I looked at my father, his face and his hands, and I wondered how his penis was, was he hard, or was he soft, I masturbated thinking of how it would feel if he came up to my room and fucked me. I have no doubt that those fourteen year old feelings are what have kept me focused on grown men, and yes, I'm a Daddy's girl, through and through.
I 'lost' my virginity outside my house to a man thirty years older. Curiously I didn't lose my outside virginity until I was 22 and living alone in Nashville. The man who took my virginity was chosen, he wasn't an accident, he was a man who I wanted to have as a Daddy. To hold me, to kiss me like my father did, Daddy daughter kisses, and to fuck me the way I dreamed I was being fucked. It was planned, not an accident.
It wasn't the money, I grew up with money, but the man definitely had to have money. Lots of money to afford me. I was very able to navigate the money people in Nashville. When people asked 'what is your family in?', I knew how to answer. Oil and Gas. And ranching, but that's a hobby. Yes, Oil and Gas. We grew up in River Oaks and our family has money. How about yours? Oh, you're father works for a living. How interesting? Yes, I know how to talk to people with money.
That's why my Daddy has to have money, real money. And I know how Daddy's want their little girls arms around their necks and how to press my boobs against his chest, and how to sit on his lap and straddle him and rub my lips against his dick. Daddy taught me to pay careful attention. And that's how I am with my Daddy that fucked me. I don't need his money, but he knows that without real money, he can't afford me. And he wants to fuck his little girl, I can see that look in his eyes, get naked, breathe in and out slowly, pay attention and let my vagina secrete it's juice and smell, let him watch as my lips flower in front of him, and invite his dick to enter me and let him fuck me until he is content, and I release my tension and I follow him with a big orgasm, which makes him happy.
I learned from the best, I know just how to make Daddy want me.
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