Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Paige Turner by SZENSEI Copyright(C) 2022 by SZENSEI Episode 1: Eighteen Candles (Dear Diary ... Timing is everything. Dick Cock! Dick Cock!) Saturday night... 8:00 PM. Paige Turner was one of the sweetest teenagers alive. Everyone adored her even when shy moments claimed her. She was hit and miss concerning that, almost Jekyll and Hyde so to speak. It depended on the person, if she knew them, she would be bubbly and full of energetic chatter. If not, she became this softspoken, almost babylike persona that befitted her exterior image. Paige was seventeen, eighteen shortly, but her outer physique she could have passed for fifteen easily. The only thing preventing that observation was a growth spurt in her breasts. Now those were brag about worthy, and she knew it. Having never once dated a boy, or girl for that matter she was a homebody, raised primarily by her father Lonnie. She and he alone after years of alcohol abuse on her mother -(TM)s part. Lonnie got custody and raised her well for a middle-class wage. Lots of overtime helped when her mom could never hold a job. Skipping the child support thing was all that prevented Paula Turner from suicide. She was a recovering alcoholic yes, but only a year -(TM)s chip to go by. It was a constant struggle when her boyfriend was a party animal. At any rate, Paige was a good little girl. In school she might not have been an honor roll student, but her grades were decent enough. She had no eyes on college nor any real career. This being her last year of high school she knew she needed to figure something out to help support herself and her dad. She might know that her dad would always take care of her, but she was certainly more considerate than that. Lonnie chose to tell her no job until she graduated and that made her very happy. So happy that she made certain to keep their home spotless. Oh, she had her moments of maid certain fatigue and Lonnie rarely said much about it but she always got caught up and made him proud. The love she had for Lonnie was unfathomable. Daddy was awesome in every way. She even loved every hobby he did. Daddy -(TM)s girl 100%! She was about to prove that. He was about to do the stupidest thing he ever did. The crazy thing is... -Almost eighteen Sweetheart. - Lonnie heard his daughter come home from her mother -(TM)s. This was the first day in six months that she actually spent time with Paula. With Paula -(TM)s boyfriend being a total asshole, sadly a racist skinhead, Paige chose to steer clear of him as much as possible. Her mom -(TM)s man Mark going out of town was the only reason Paige even agreed to share her birthday weekend with her mom. Worst birthday ever! -I know. - The short quirky redhead collapsed next to her dad on the sofa as he sat up to welcome her and hear the drama of it all. -I can -(TM)t wait for the stroke of midnight. Only four hours away. - -How was your early birthday party at your mom -(TM)s? - -Pretty boring. There were a couple of her girlfriends there, if you can call them that. I think they were only there to babysit her while her asshole boyfriend was out of town for a fight. It ended up being more of mom -(TM)s party than mine. At least she was sober. - Paige Turner shyly spoke, her voice soft and more youthful than she truly was. -You know I only spent time with her because you made me. I prefer being home with you daddy. - -I know! But it was nice of her to try. Her ole -(TM) man is too much trouble for you to be around much and she knows it. Him gone this weekend was really in her favor and yours. That was the sole reason I enforced you going. She needs hope in her life to keep off the booze. Anyway, you made it through it and I -(TM)m proud of you. Come here and give your ole man a hug. - He pulled her into the kind of hug a truly loving parent should express toward their child. Even if he held her a bit longer than she expected. His hands rubbing her back innocently, yet it felt more intimate than usual. Not in a sleazy way but as if he were trying to hold on to her youth a bit longer. It was cozy, warm, and relaxing. She enjoyed her father -(TM)s attention seeing as he was her only connection to men really. To a degree possibly too much the older she got but tried her best to keep it real. What helped her survive impure thoughts was the ton of male friends dropping by or going to sporting events with him. Nobody was dad though! Yet that idea was silly, right? Attraction to your own father was just wrong. Yet, his attention and loyalty toward how he raised her was so personal that she knew no different. They were more open than most father and daughter, just not so over the top that it looked weird. She would occasionally catch him being a man, masturbating and shyly hide while watching him from beginning to end. Even she on occasion lost her towel after a shower and he would see her naked. A blush ended that reality. Nothing was ever said negatively over it. He teased her if anything by joking and holding his hand over his eyes and saying silly things like, -Don -(TM)t blind me. - She would often pout over it and think the worst but in the end, he always hugged her and apologized for teasing her. The thing is, as she grew older, she almost wanted him to see her but just couldn -(TM)t get too vocal, or even visual about it. His friends would be the same way if they happened to come over and catch her swimming in their hot tub. The only pool they had was a kiddy pool and at seventeen that just looked silly, even though it was still used to cool off in. Sometimes it seemed as if they would show up more often than they should. Even when Lonnie was still at work. Always wanting to borrow something or joking around with her. Nothing bad or threatening but she knew their eyes were all over her. Maybe it was because over the last year she blossomed into a buxom beauty. Her chest increasing dramatically was definitely a hot topic. Her body toning up and tight because she ate very little kept her with a worthy image wherever she went. Why boys never hit on her made no sense but then again, her nerdy attitude might have played a part in it. Tomboy maybe, but only because she loved sports like her dad. That term Tomboy was dumb when she liked girly clothing. Again, maybe Jekyll and Hyde. His friends were fun but creepy at times, mostly to get under her skin. She never once felt spooked by any of his friends. Heck one of Lonnie -(TM)s friends offered to take her to prom. He was 35. It was a joke, but she did consider it. Lonnie said no so she accepted that and simply didn -(TM)t go to the dance. No big deal in her mind anyway. Even when they teased her about her choice in clothing. Calling her nerdy and such. She did wear large, rimmed glasses with black frames but for reading. Only because the framing looked gorgeous with her long fiery red hair. She was one of the lucky gingers to avoid an abundance of freckles, shoulders mostly but even there sparse. Yet her complexion was milky white in dire need of a healthy tan but easily burnt if not cautious. Homework, chores, and girly things was enough for her. Hello Kitty fan! Taking care of dad was important to her. She owed him a good life. Lonnie Turner having had divorced his wife Paula three years ago, took on sole custody of Paige during tough times. Her mother an alcoholic led her life down a very dark, destructive path and he wanted to make certain bashful Paige didn -(TM)t follow in her footsteps. Keeping her almost too sheltered at times he knew but not once did she complain. She had very few friends at school. Not many guys tried to get close to her and when they did, she would shy away and feel horrible about it later. She knew some wanted only one thing, but others truly did want to get to know her. The problem was, Paige just felt the need to be there for Lonnie. He was glad not to have to give her the talk. As if she didn -(TM)t know all about it anyway. School did teach sex education. Girls talking. Guys bragging. Sure, she was curious about sex and all that it involved that -(TM)s where her at home mischief began around her father. It just remained isolated in her own thoughts for the most part. Even the bashful fantasize. Paige even went so far as to create her own perfect lover. He was named Donnie. Go figure, right? She kept a daily diary of her wishes and dreams. She and Donnie would make love five times a day in the strangest of places. Her bashfulness set aside when writing. Nobody would ever read it anyways. Until earlier today while Paige was at her mother -(TM)s. Lonnie had come home from overtime work at the Distillery early in the afternoon knowing Paige would be dropped off by a certain time late this very evening. Wanting to prep dinner for a cozy night at home and maybe a movie. He had a lot to accomplish before she returned home. It wasn -(TM)t just the cooking but the cleaning. Not to mention he had to go shopping for last minute birthday presents. He loved spoiling the punk. Taking a lingering basket of laundry to Paige -(TM)s room around 5:45 PM he discovered her diary unlocked. Ignoring it at first, temptation made him take a peek. Twenty pages later he was making copies of the entire book. Tough to accomplish without bending pages but he somehow mastered it. His copier running out of ink the last six pages he just took cell photos of the rest it to read later. What amazed him early on was her reference to an imaginary lover named Donnie. Considering his name was Lonnie. How strange was that? Her imagination vivid and steamy as if wanting to come out of her shell. Although wrong of Lonnie to be snooping into her personal thoughts this stuff did intrigue him. His little girl was growing up. He would have some juicy reading to do after she went to bed. Then again, his mind did tend to act impulsively. What bothered him most was the diary began at age fifteen. She and Donnie had been together that long. He had to chuckle. The kid sure had a vivid imagination. -So, what -(TM)s for dinner? - Paige peels away from her father to check out the kitchen. On the stove simmering in a crock pot was a batch of Chili. She loved his chili as long as the jalapenos were not too hot. That was one of her weaknesses. Daddy -(TM)s chili. So much for watching her weight. As if she needed to. Her ratio was 4 -(TM)11, 107 pounds even. Tiny but productive and seductive, if she tried. -Guess I don -(TM)t have to tell you. - Prowling the kitchen, she converses with a whimsical sway. -Seeing as it -(TM)s Saturday I want to stay up until midnight and celebrate my birthday. Is that okay? - -Sure. We can watch movies and bring the big one eight in together. - -Thank you, Daddy. I -(TM)m going to go shower and change clothes. I hate getting all dressed up for mom. She always wants me to wear these ugly dresses. - Flowered dresses were so out of character for her. She did look nice in them, but Lonnie always took her side. Her legs especially well toned for a girl that never worked out. Nodding in agreement Lonnie suggests. -When you get done choose a movie. I set aside a few DVDs I know you love. - -You pick. Even though it is my birthday. - She appeared distant. -What I pick you might not like. - -We have similar tastes. I -(TM)ll be good no matter which you choose. - -Girly flicks it is. - He chuckles winking. Paige winces at him with a ho-hum expression then shrugs. He knew although girly she wasn -(TM)t much for the romantic comedies. -Tearjerker or just jerker? - She sticks her tongue out at him. -Where did that come from Little Miss Shy? - -If you can be goofy so can I. Oh, did you buy me a birthday present? - She grew inquisitive in a sly manner. -Quite a few actually. - -Really? - She brightens up clapping as she jumps in step. Those newly developed breasts bobbing about with very little care. For a girl so short and petite her chest managed a very nice 34B. -This might sound dorky, but I decided earlier that seeing as you -(TM)re turning eighteen you need to become a woman. So, I bought things a woman would like. - -Tell me you didn -(TM)t buy me a bathrobe and bubble bath. - She pouted as she unzipped the back of her dress. It wasn -(TM)t like it was the first time, they were just that comfortable around one another. Besides she had a bra on for the moment. -Nope no robe. Curlers for your hair though. - He tried to be convincing. She knew better. As she rolls her eyes at him, he adds to the drama. -We do need to sit and have a long talk now that you -(TM)re an adult. - Turning away from him he stopped her just long enough to unzip her dress even more. -Now you can go. - She flipped her tongue out at him for the fun of it. -Unless you need me to unhook your bra to save you time. - -Sure! This talk sounds ominous. - She shivers while grinning as he unclasps her bra. -Please don -(TM)t tell me it -(TM)s the talk parents and kids have. I already know all of that stuff. Speaking of I need a refill on my birth control pills. Even though I -(TM)m not having sex. - -I -(TM)ll stop by CVS tomorrow and get those. - Motioning her away to change he recalls content from her diary where Donnie was in his position. There for her birthday giving her all sorts of frilly things and dirty little toys. He wasn -(TM)t certain if he was going too far with all of this, but Lonnie wanted to see her response. For better or worse. She was eighteen in a few measly hours so he would make her wait to open them. He would play it off as a joke if she took it badly. Poor taste at that. She would forgive him. She always did. Hearing her in the shower singing gave him time to do some reading. He was amazed by her stimulating sex drive. It made him wonder if she was even a virgin, regardless of what she had just said. An idea pops into his head and he quickly goes to a closet in his bedroom finding a box of porn DVDs. Sifting through them he finds one of his favorites and removes it from its case. Hurrying to the living room he transplants it in the case of a movie he knew she might hint at him choosing. If it wasn -(TM)t the right choice, he would suggest this movie. This devious ploy could either damage their bond or make it interesting. All Lonnie knew was that he was lonely and obviously so was Paige. Testing his daughter would prove how much her diary desires would be allowed out in person. Surely Donnie was named after him, the description was dead on. For the moment he went to his bedroom and changed clothes himself, choosing cut off black sweatpants and a sleeveless Metallica t-shirt from the 90 -(TM)s. He deliberately skipped any underwear. Cologne a must, he knew Paige always liked sniffing him then acting as if he made her high and complimenting him on his choices. While Lonnie was out in the living room waiting Paige stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around her body. He caught a side glimpse of her from down the hallway on her way across the hall to her bedroom struggling with the towel. At a meager 4 -(TM)11, 107 pounds she felt lost in the length of the towel itself. Within her room she left her door opened while primping her bright red locks in a mirror. In the reflection she sees her desk and spots her diary. Eyes drawn to it she notes the lock open. Curiously she turns and sits on her bed to examine the book without touching it. It wasn -(TM)t quite in the same location she had it before either. She ponders with a hint of intrusion which turns to wide eyed wonder, -Daddy wouldn -(TM)t ... would he? - She shivers then bites a nail forming her lips into a thin smile, -If he did this could be fun. He wants me to be a woman so let -(TM)s see if he really did read my diary. I -(TM)ll catch him off guard and be more woman than he bargained for. What can I wear that -(TM)s not grungy? - She jumps from her mattress and goes to her closet. Most of her day-to-day clothing were silly t-shirts and jeans. Cutoff jeans? No, she didn -(TM)t want to be uncomfortable. Something soft and meant for comfort was needed. She frowned at what there was in the offering. Maybe pants aren -(TM)t the answer. Definitely not a dress, at least none in her closet. She loved dresses just not those her mom appreciated more than she. Maybe if she got money for her birthday, she could buy some dresses that she approved of herself. With a devious grin she considers the unexpected with a final declaration of freedom. -No pants. No pajamas. Nightshirt only. A really short nightshirt. If he really did read my diary, he knows my most intimate thoughts now. All he could do is send me back in here to put some pants on if I -(TM)m wrong. - Finalizing the no pants plan she tried on a yellow thong with the bands disappearing between her cheeks. Admiring her hips in it she discards it in favor of a softer color, going with a powder blue. Thankfully her dad didn -(TM)t buy these revealing thongs for her. She was allowed to buy her own as he considered it too intimate. Looking for a bra she stops and stares at her perfect 34B -(TM)s and poses side to side, -Hmmm! Maybe not a long nightshirt, that would hide everything except my legs. Long tank top? Yeah, that would show off more. Gosh I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m doing this. He might ground me until I -(TM)m 21. I -(TM)d be cool with that. - Returning to her closet she finds a white cotton tank. She swiftly pulled it over her head and shivers at the roominess of the material. Grinning at her breasts bulging at the sides of the shirts low armpit areas she shifts side to side worried he might see too much immediately. Amid the lowcut front she found her cleavage mind blowing. The hem of the shirt swept past her thighs to stop three inches above her knees. Shaking at her appearance she fidgets. -What am I doing? - Plopping back down on her bed she lifts the diary from her bedside stand and opens it. Drawn to the page mentioning her first meeting with Donnie she notes something she had totally missed before now. The ink over the loop in the letter D was smudged, appearing almost an L. -Whoa! Donnie became Lonnie. Does Dad think? - Her fingernail returns to her lips, pinched between her perfect teeth. Green eyes dart toward the bedroom door with intimidation yet inspiration. With a devilish grin she shivers noticing her bright pink nipples protruding through her tank top, areolas could be seen in the thin cotton material if pulled taunt. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath envisioning the fantasies within her writing. -Let -(TM)s see if Donnie wants me for real. - Hopping up, her tits jiggle and she fans her fingers nervously. Moving to her bedroom door while putting her glasses on, she again feels her shirt rubbing her nipples. Adrenalin kicked in. Door still opened out she went. Entering the living room, she found Lonnie on the sofa flipping channels with the remote. Hearing his daughter -(TM)s arrival, he saw her pass by him headed to the dining room. Her attire shocking him into an instant arousal. It was only 9:45. Still another 2 hours and 15 minutes until legal. He would bide his time. Crazy as this whole scheme was, he wasn -(TM)t entirely sure how far he expected this to go. This was his daughter. His erection faded fast. -Eating chili this late might not be a smart idea daddy. I know how you get heartburn. - -I don -(TM)t know what I was thinking by making chili at this hour. I just figured you might be hungry. - -Not really. I -(TM)ll put it in the fridge for tomorrow. Settle for popcorn with our movie? - -Sure thing, Princess. - -I love it when you call me that. - she shines a bright smile in his direction. -Always my little Princess Sweetheart. - He sounded corny but she ate it up. -Give me a minute to pop popcorn and Tupper up the chili. - -Take your time. - -Hey! Where are my gifts? - -I hid them. You have to find them. - -Just like Easter. Yay! - Paige quickly puts the chili away and rinses the pot before nuking the popcorn, emptying two bags into a large salad bowl. With a deep breath she moves toward the living room. Her father -(TM)s eyes tried not to stare at her attire, but it was impossible. Her knee bumps the coffee table and spills over the stack of DVDs. -Dang it. - She sits the bowl down then bends over to pick the DVDs up from the carpet. In doing so her tank droops down offering Lonnie a perfect dangling of her braless tits. Tight pink nipples in total view. She knew he was looking and lingered a bit. Playing naive was her specialty. One by one she restacks the hoisted DVDs until all were back on the coffee table, -Did you choose a movie? - -It -(TM)s between Avatarded and John Wick. Which one do you prefer? - Plopping on to the sofa beside him she fidgets as if indecisive. As she thought it over his eyes followed her legs all the way up to her shirt -(TM)s hemline. Catching him off guard she turns sideways in her seat and lifts both DVDs. -I can -(TM)t make up my mind Donnie. - She suddenly flares her eyes as if busted, -I mean daddy. - -Who -(TM)s Donnie? - Lonnie winces queerly. -I totally meant Daddy. Not Donnie. - -Uh huh! Nice try Kiddo. Is Donnie a boy you like? - -Very much. - She blushes. -Tell me about him. - -Please don -(TM)t make me turn red. - -Spill it. All things Donnie. - He sits sideways also, their knees touching. -He -(TM)s as tall as you are. Kind of built like you too. - -Go on. - -He treats me as if he -(TM)s known me his entire life. - Lonnie nods, he sure had. -I-I -(TM)m just too shy to really get to know him. - She pouts. -Can we watch John Dick? - -John Dick? - Lonnie chuckles at her mistake. -You know what I mean. See you -(TM)re turning my face red. - -You -(TM)re the one that said John Dick. Blame that fire on yourself. - He smirks. Paige frowns at his giving her grief. -I don -(TM)t know why I said that. John Wick it is. - She hops up from the couch and moves across the living room to the Blu-ray player. Bending over to install the disk Lonnie caught a brilliant view of her ass. Her powder blue thong shining through her legs like a constricted blue clam. She was also wet. Stains don -(TM)t lie. -You chose the right DVD and didn -(TM)t even look at it. Off to a good start Princess. - He told his thoughts while eying the clock on the wall to his left. It was now 10:25. Time was dragging. He needed to stall a bit more. -So, does Donnie like our kind of movies? - -I think so. I don -(TM)t know him very well yet. Work in progress daddy. - -I couldn -(TM)t agree more. - -What? - She fumbles slightly standing erect, tugging her tank a bit in back trying not to appear obvious that she wanted him to see her cheeks. -Meaning you shouldn -(TM)t rush him. I -(TM)ve never known you to be interested in boys. - -Only Donnie. - -Ah! - Lonnie grabs a hand full of popcorn chewing it as he speaks. -Is he a jock? Nerdy? - -He works out. I wouldn -(TM)t say chiseled, sort of like you. - -Are you saying that your ole man isn -(TM)t the next John Cena? - -Not remotely. - She sticks her tongue out at him and rejoins Lonnie on the sofa. -More John Candy, right? - Paige snorts and covers her mouth. -You -(TM)re not even fat daddy. You carry your weight well. - -I better. I -(TM)m only about ten pounds away from being proportionate. - Inspiration strikes him to remove his t-shirt and pat his belly. -I may not have a six pack but the ole gut is getting there. - She eyes his bare chest. Not often did her father go without a shirt. He had a very interesting chest full of hair, unlike Paige he had a deep tan. Her complexion took after her mother. Again, she turned red. -Dear ole dad embarrass you taking his shirt off? - -No. I -(TM)m fine with it. It is warm in here. - She fans herself. Lonnie grins at his daughter -(TM)s expression of awe. Easing from the sofa Lonnie stretches over his head to pull the chain on a ceiling fan, the blades instantly offering a breeze. As he stretched Paige spotted the formation of his penis beneath his sweats. It had come back to life after his earlier stress. Shocked by the size of the tent at half mass she had to look away. Not only was his dick obviously stimulated by her, but the cool breeze was forcing Paige -(TM)s nipples to rip at her tank top. While seated it tightened up over her chest. She also noticed her dad -(TM)s butt crack as he leered down at her. -Better? - -Yes. - -We need drinks to go with this popcorn. How about a beer? - -I -(TM)m not old enough to drink beer. - She rolls her eyes amazed that he even offered, it was so unlike him. -Hey! It -(TM)s almost your birthday. You -(TM)re at home, right? Not as if you -(TM)re driving Miss, I don -(TM)t have a license. Let alone a car. - -I -(TM)m guessing a car isn -(TM)t one of my birthday gifts. - She laughs as he turns to face her. His sweats had drifted lower from his waist when he reached to pull the chain. Not adjusting them the waist of the sweats dipped to about an inch from his pubic hair. His pelvic bones were seen. Again, she blushed. -I -(TM)ll try a beer. - -Don -(TM)t tell your mom. She will want you to raid my fridge. - -She -(TM)s going to AA meetings every other day. Have faith. - Regretting his comment, he shuffles into the kitchen and grabs two bottles of Corona. Before returning he looks down at his tented sweats. Gritting his teeth, he whispers. -There -(TM)s ole John Dick. Surprised she hasn -(TM)t restarted the movie. Put it on the Piracy pause until we were ready. Here goes. 10:55! One more damned hour. - Sneaking up on her from behind he places the ice-cold bottle on her shoulder. A loud shrill scream she points at him evilly. -I -(TM)ll get even with you mister. That bottle gave me goosebumps. - -Awful big goosebumps. - He dares to mention. Her eyes bulge and then folds her arms over her chest. -Don -(TM)t be mean. - She pouts then stares at him with sparkling eyes. -Sorry. Here let me take the bottle cap off for you. - He sets his own beer on the coffee table while standing directly over her. His tent in front of her face. Watching it instead of him opening her beer he observes her curiosity. In his mind he sighs. -Yup! There -(TM)s Donnie. - Beer, open he lowers it to her hovering it a mere inch from his erection. Reacting her hand gravitates upward to claim the bottle and accidently brushes her knuckles on his concealed beast. She turns the deepest red she had ever experienced. He merely grins. -Don -(TM)t spill that on my couch. - -I-I won -(TM)t Daddy. I can -(TM)t believe you -(TM)re letting me drink. - -Only because it -(TM)s your birthday in one more hour. - -Beer and popcorn. Not a good combination, is it? - -Probably not. I -(TM)m going to eat some anyway. - He scoots past her fawning eyes. She watched his erection wiggle until he took his seat. He acted as if he didn -(TM)t notice. Instead, he hands her the Blu-ray remote. -Start ole John Dick. - -You -(TM)re not going to let me forget I said that are you? - -Nope. I -(TM)m going to tell all my buddies too. They -(TM)ll get a good laugh out of it. - -Daddy, don -(TM)t you dare. - She drops her jaw. Watching her, his thoughts led to what might look good in that opened mouth. As quickly as the idea presented itself, he told the devil on his shoulder to chill out. This was his daughter. One sexy ass daughter though. -Can I open one gift before we play John Dick? - She giggles shifting in her seat sideways once again. Her chest bobbing now that she had dropped her arms, beer in hand looking awkward about it. -You -(TM)ve tasted a beer before. Don -(TM)t be a wuss. Drink up. - -Gift after? - -One. The rest you open after midnight. - She takes two swallows and realizes it tasted pretty good. -It -(TM)s not terrible. - -Case in the kitchen. Five more frosty. You can have two more if you want. - -We -(TM)ll see. I don -(TM)t want to get drunk and embarrass myself around you. - -Nothing you can do will offend your dear old dad. - He reaches his own beer over to tap her bottle. -Here -(TM)s to Donnie. - -I hope he likes me. - -What -(TM)s not to like? You -(TM)re beautiful. Nice smile. Pretty eyes. Perky ... earlobes. - He chuckles. Narrowing her eyes at him she points, -My earlobes are not perky. - She knew what he really meant. -You have the remote there, birthday girl. - -Gift first. - -Oh, yeah. You have to find it. - -Is it close by? - -You -(TM)re warm. - Looking around she sits her beer on the table and eyes possible spots to hide something, -Give me a clue. Is it big or small? - -Oh, it -(TM)s big. Wait that -(TM)s another gift I -(TM)m thinking about. - He grins evilly changing his tune. -Small gift. - -Small got it. Is it in the car key bowl? - She hops up excitedly and sprints around the sofa toward the front door. Her tits bouncing with every foot fall. -Damn those tits are beautiful. I have to get my mind off them for a little longer. 47 minutes. Should I even be considering this? - Frowning at himself his erection loosens slightly. -Warmer or colder? - -Frigid cold. - -Shoot. - She looks around for her next target, -I know. On the fireplace mantle. - Another set of youthful skips across the room to the stone hearth she stretches on tiptoe to look around the mantle top, lifting an antique clock to find nothing. Again, her bare ass hiding her thong strings offered Lonnie a good long stimulating viewpoint. His daughter had the sweetest ass around. -Only warmer if we start a fire, Princess. - -Come on Daddy. Give me a hint. - She stands facing him both arms to her side. Those nipples were waging war behind her tank. He stared at them intently posing as if thinking of a clue. She acted impatient hopping in step, allowing her chest to bob even more playfully. Finally, Lonnie coughs up. -You were warmest when you were sitting on the couch. - Strutting toward him as if trying to figure out where he was directing her, she bends over to lift her couch cushion. Nothing was under it. He notes her nipples peeking out as the shirt as it drooped low. -Really warm. - He prompts her. -Are you sitting on it? - She chuckles moving on her knees toward him to run a hand under his seat with him still weighing it down. He opts to stretch his right leg out over the cushion next to him. Her hands dig deeper as her face lowered directly over his crotch. Only three inches away she tried not to look at his returned erection. She didn -(TM)t care at the moment she just wanted her present. -Almost molten lava Kiddo. - -Get up. - She whined. -Nope. I -(TM)m comfy. - He laughed. -You -(TM)re so mean. - She put her own weight into pushing deeper under the cushion. He lifted ever so slightly to give her room for her search. In lifting his ass his crotch drew an inch from her reddened features. He found this game appealing. -Don -(TM)t burn yourself Princess. - -So, it is under you. - Her eyes brighten as his dick literally increases in size right in front of her gaze. He could feel her exhale flowing up under his short pantlegs, showing her temperament over his cock, right through the sweats. -Boy for someone so eager to get their present you -(TM)re sure not trying. - -Kind of hard with you sitting on it. - -I need another beer anyway. - He stands up grazing her face with the contour of his monster and steps over her. Balls sliding over her forehead forces her to react with an expression of disbelief. She shivers at his bold move but wasn -(TM)t certain it was intentional. That was the closest she had ever been to touching a man down there. If you could call it touching when her face did the actual work. Huffing at fallen strands of hair from her eyes she shakes it off and lifts the cushion. Sure, enough there was an envelope under it. Greed taking over she crawls from the floor and sits back down in her own seat. Tearing the envelope open she finds a gift card. -Two hundred dollars to spend at Victoria -(TM)s Secret? Wow daddy, you weren -(TM)t kidding about gifts for a woman. - Returning from the kitchen he watches the clock. -35 minutes until B-Day. - -I can -(TM)t believe you bought this much for me. What am I supposed to get there? - -Whatever you want. Get some sexy undies for ole Donnie. Negligee maybe. - -You don -(TM)t object to my wearing ... sexy things? - -Course not. You -(TM)re a grown woman wear what you want. - -Anything I want? - -Yep. - He moves in front of her again and hands her beer down to her. -It -(TM)s getting warm. - -Right. - She claims her bottle and guzzles it. She rather enjoyed the beer. All the while he stood poised in front of her with a rock-hard erection taunting her gaze. She blushed heavily until her beer was gone. Jaw wide at her success she expels a deafening, -Ahhh! I think I like beer. - -I -(TM)ll get you a fresh one. - He moves back toward the kitchen as Paige observes his sweats drooping lower in back. There was that butt crack again. She blows air into the neck of the empty bottle and realizes how compromising it appeared to actually be sucking it like a cock. Before her dad returned, she giggled and put the entire neck into her mouth moving it in and out. Lost in her amusement she overlooks Lonnie -(TM)s arrival. He hands her the fresh beer and glares down at her. -You must be thinking of Donnie. - -Yikes! Busted! Sorry Daddy. Just being silly. - -Nothing silly about that. Like I said you -(TM)re a grown woman in T-minus 33 minutes. - -Still, it -(TM)s not appropriate. - -Hey! This is our house, Princess. If you want to act like that go for it. I told you earlier we were going to have a long talk tonight. - -Ummm! Okay. About what? - She nibbles her lower lip looking up at him without blinking. -Movie time. - -Okay. - She fumbles for the remote finding it between the upset cushions she had straightened up. As Lonnie sits down, he lays at an angle, one foot on the couch next to her hip and one touching the carpet. All while swigging his beer. Pointing the remote she takes it off pause and begins the movie. Within seconds commercials with totally nude women consumed by intense sexual positions go visual. -Daddy? I don -(TM)t think this is John Wick. - -How did that get into the John Wick case? - He plays dumb. -You must have been watching this while I was sleeping and mistakenly put it in the wrong case. - -Most likely. Turn it off and we can look for Wick. - -Daddy? I-I -(TM)ve never watched a movie like this before. C-can we ... watch it? - He was hoping she might want to -You sure about this? - -If you feel uncomfortable, we don -(TM)t have to. - -Knock yourself out Miss Adult. - He eyes the clock, -25 minutes. - -Should we wait until midnight? - -I -(TM)m kind of shocked you haven -(TM)t caught me watching those. I wait until you -(TM)re asleep, but you do get up a lot. - Catching him jerking off a few times in the past she hides that fact. -I -(TM)ve heard them from my room. - -Oh yeah? - He smirked as she twists to face him as before. He could see her thong ever so slightly peeking out from under her tank top hem as she ignores keeping her legs closed in any lady like manner. She blushed at his eyes catching a glimpse, dropping her hands to clasp over her lap hiding the patch just for show. Honestly, she wanted to let him get a peek. -I almost snuck out here one night but was afraid you might scold me. - -Oh, I -(TM)d have turned you over my knee and paddled your ass. - He visualized her bare bottom over his lap and a firm hand spanking her bottom. He hadn -(TM)t done that since she was probably twelve. Back then it was pure innocence and only punishing her because of Paula making him. -That was what I was afraid of. This feels really weird to be talking about this with you. - -Want another present? - Her eyes brighten along with her smile. -Yes! - -Still gotta look for it. - -Well, I know it -(TM)s not under your couch cushion. - She giggles before grabbing her beer and drinking nearly half of it before wagging her tongue at the bottle. -So good. - -Don -(TM)t you dare grow up to be like your mother. - -Never ever. - She stands up and looks around. -Size of package? - Lonnie looks at his crotch with a pucker. -I -(TM)d say eight inches by three inches. - -Is it a flashlight? - She chuckles. -It -(TM)s not really that big, is it? - -It -(TM)s light and likes to flash. - He returns her amusement. -You -(TM)re so weird daddy. - -You go look I -(TM)ll watch our movie. - -Noooo! Wait for me. Give me directions. - -Toward the kitchen. - -In the kitchen or just toward it? - -Toward. - -Narrows it down. - She looks all around the dining room finally lifting a magazine on the counter. Beneath it was a bright pink iPhone. -Oh my God! Daddy, you bought me a new cellphone. - -iPhone 14 Pro. - Snatching it up she dances all around the room. Her shirt hem rising dramatically with each jump. Without realizing it the shirt crinkled up to reveal her entire thong. Lonnie nodded his appreciation. -Bring it over here and let -(TM)s take a selfie together. - -I -(TM)ll put our picture on the wallpaper. - -Until you take one of you and Donnie together. - He winks patting the couch cushion between his legs. She didn -(TM)t think about anything at that moment. Rushing to the couch she sits down and scoots all the way back against Lonnie. Her ass directly rubbing against his erection. He rolled his eyes at her excitement at the moment. Knowing her way around a cell she opens the camera mode and nestles back into her father -(TM)s arms. He in turn wrapped his muscular forearms around her chest as she lifted the camera over them to plan out the perfect picture. She was ecstatic to even have this new toy. Her red hair brushing against his cheek he joins her in a brilliant father and daughter moment. -Say cheesy. - Paige looked giddy. -Sleazy. - -Not sleazy silly, Cheesy. - She takes the picture, the flash blinding them. Admiring her photography, she tilts her head to kiss Lonnie on the cheek. -I love it daddy. I love you. - -I love you more Princess. Ten more minutes until adulthood. - -I will always be your baby daddy. Regardless of how old I get. - -You better. - Her ass felt remarkable over his compressed manhood. She wasn -(TM)t even trying to escape. She was more interested in her phone. -Give me that. Let me take a picture. I have longer arms. - She releases it to him as his left arm remains just below her chest letting her tits droop over his forearm. His right arm lifting way over their heads. Paige smiled brightly at seeing herself only in the frame, from her brow to his arm. Just before he snaps the picture, he lifts her breasts with his arm creating massive cleavage. The second the flash blinds her she groans. -You did that on purpose. - -Couldn -(TM)t resist. The look on your face is priceless. - -You -(TM)re evil daddy. - While still in his grasp she stretches her left hand out to locate her beer. Laying against him she downs the rest of her second bottle. He smiled at her welcomed burp. -Had enough beer? - -Nooo! One more at least. - -Alright. I -(TM)m cutting you off at four. - -Yay! - She wiggles in his lap then pulls away from him to run to the kitchen for another beer. -Want another one Daddy? - -You know I do. - -Another present? - She shuffles back to his side, not once pulling her tank top down to cover her hips and thighs. He wasn -(TM)t looking at her with disappointment. Maybe it was the alcohol making her bold or just forgetful. Either way Lonnie was interested. -It -(TM)s not midnight yet. - -Pleeeeeeease? - She stretches over and pats his hairy chest with a pleading look. -Only three gifts left. - -Are they better than an iPhone? - -Depends on how you look at it. - -One more before midnight. Say yes and I -(TM)ll give you a back rub. You always like it when I rub your shoulders. - -That I do. Fine. Get to searching. - Hopping up after patting his chest she giggles and dances with her back to him. -Hot or cold? - She points toward the kitchen again. -Cold. - -Ummm! Bathroom? - -Colder still. - -My bedroom? - -Getting warmer. - -Hmm! Your bedroom? - -Supernova but that gift you get last. Try the laundry room. - -On it. - She hops toward the closet containing the washer and dryer. Opening the dryer, she discovers a bundled up Down comforter. A simple gift at best but she had been asking for one. Happy to get it she wraps herself up in it and parades around the living room. -It -(TM)s so soft and warm. You -(TM)re the best daddy ever. - -We can snuggle up and watch John... - -Dick? - She cracks herself up. -I thought we were going to watch the dirty movie. - -You really want to watch that with dear ole dad? - -It -(TM)s my first time. You can go to your room if you need to. - She sticks her tongue out razing him. -My house. If I don -(TM)t want to go to my room, I won -(TM)t. - He addresses the situation. -I was only joking. I -(TM)ll just hide under my new blanket if you ... you know. - -I doubt that happens, but I -(TM)ll keep it in mind. - He laughs. Changing the subject, he points to the clock. -Countdown Princess. Five more minutes. - -It -(TM)s taking forrrrevvvver! - She groans nearly tripping over her blanket. -Good things come to those who wait. - -I know! - She eyes his crotch again. Lonnie wasn -(TM)t even attempting to hide his hard on. His cock was turning purple it was so tight beneath the cotton sweats. The tip of his crown was barely hidden by his waistband. An old-style pair of sweats with a nylon drawstring that he left untied didn -(TM)t help. She turned her attention swiftly to the clock on the fireplace dancing from side to side eagerly awaiting the next three minutes. -Better drink that beer before I do. - -Nooo! - She twists in step snatching her beer from the table and polishes it off. He joins her finishing his own. -Next round is to celebrate. - He gets up and walks past her. His sweats intentionally tugged looser than before while her back was turned to him. She watched him move into the kitchen, his butt crack offering a lower examination. They were barely clinging to his hips. She bulged her eyes and tried to hide her curiosity with words. -Hurry daddy. Less than two minutes. - -Hurrying. - He manages to snatch two more cold ones and twist the caps off before hobbling back toward her. His crown was slithering out in front, but he caught her looking at the clock instead of him. Standing directly in front of her he readies another toast. -Thirty seconds. Eighteen here I come. - -Ditto. - He chuckles. -You -(TM)re not eighteen, daddy. - She smirks, her eyes shimmering with excitement. -Get ready. - He touches the bottles together as they verbally count down at ten seconds. -Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! - A clink of bottles he guzzles his down like nothing. Seeing him she tried to keep up swallowing her own beer rapidly. At four beers she was getting tipsy. Almost finishing she had to gasp before emptying the bottle. Once done she bounces about. -I -(TM)m eighteen. Yay! Best birthday ever. Thank you, daddy. - Throwing herself into his arms for a tight hug she drops her blanket. Within his adoration she feels a warm compression on her lower belly. Eyes flaring beyond his sight she had a hunch what it was. Within her thoughts she told herself to keep it from his notice. -Play dumb. Just play dumb. - -Are we watching this movie or what? - He rubs his cheek in her long red hair. -Back rub during? - She hints peeling away to stare up at him with trembling pupils. -Sure. - -Presents first? - -Let -(TM)s get through this movie. - -Fine! Make your adult baby girl wait. - -Worth the wait Princess. - -If you say so Meanie. - She turns away and sits down on the couch. It gave him just enough time to pull his exposed crown back under his loose sweats. Pointing at the floor she watches him move the coffee table and kneel down finally resting his backside on the carpet. -Hey! I just realized this is my birthday. You should be giving me the massage. - -I still can. Work me and I -(TM)ll work you. - -Promise me the best massage ever? - He tilts his head back against her chest, -Count on it Princess. - She instantly throws her arms around his neck hugging him once again. -Play the movie. - -Positive? You might discover things in it that ... get you all hot and bothered. - -I -(TM)m an adult now daddy. It won -(TM)t bother me. But it is warm in here even with the ceiling fan on. If I were a man, I could take my shirt off like you. - -If you were a man, you wouldn -(TM)t be massaging these shoulders. - He laughed. -What else did you buy me? - She had to ask. -Patience, I said. - Growling she begins rubbing his shoulders. For a tiny girl she had strong hands. He was always impressed by her grip. Eyelids closed at her persistent kneading he sighs. -You always know how to ease the aching muscles Sweetheart. - -Magic touch? - -Might need to get you a white rabbit for the next act. - He grins devilishly. -I love cuddly rabbits. Watching them hop around makes me want to join them. - -I can almost picture that. - His eyes still sealed he fondles himself through his sweats. His cock was aching like a bitch. -Remember when I was younger, I dressed up like a rabbit for Halloween? - -I had actually forgotten that. Now I -(TM)m picturing you wearing a bunny outfit. - -Silly daddy. - She nuzzles her nose in his hair. She smelled entirely too good, her cherry blossom perfume tormenting his hormones, -Play the movie. - -Alright! Here goes. - Lonnie tilts the remote starting it again. Within minutes the porn actors stage a babysitter routine. A Dad seeking a live in Nanny for his child. The girl barely eighteen in real life teasing him with her long legs and cleavage got her the job. It cut then to the dad setting up hidden Nanny cams before jumping back to the girl stripping in black and white before color took effect with reality. -She -(TM)s so naïve. That daddy is a meanie. - -She -(TM)s not a real nanny. - He laughs, -He -(TM)s not a real daddy. At least in the movie. - -Oh. - -Just watch the movie. - He feels her warm palms rubbing his back. It felt nice. As the fatherly actor catches the Nanny masturbating on camera he walks right into her assigned bedroom and treats her horribly, threatening to fire her. She begs him not to and promises him anything. That swiftly led to her dropping to her knees, unbuckling her boss -(TM)s pants and producing a huge dangling cock. The actress swiftly stroking him erect with both hands. -Whoaaa! John Dick is huge. - -You -(TM)re still stuck on John Dick? - Lonnie shakes his head. -Just being funny. How are my hands doing? I -(TM)m using both hands too. Just like the nanny. - She giggles. Lonnie tilts back against her chest again. -Still warm? - -Burning up. Are we going to turn the air on? - -Are you going to pay the power bill? - -Nooooooooo! - -That answers your question. If you -(TM)re hot take your shirt off I won -(TM)t look. - -Yes, you will. - She snickers. -Probably. Come on we -(TM)re both adults and we -(TM)re related. That kind of puts a crimp on things even if that was on the menu. - -I don -(TM)t know daddy. Promise not to make fun of my little boobies? - -Little? Are you blind? - -So, you look at my boobies? - -Hard to miss Kiddo. That -(TM)s just life. - -True. I guess you -(TM)ve seen them in a bikini top before. This tank is the skimpiest thing I -(TM)ve ever worn without a bra though. Usually, it -(TM)s covered by a button-down shirt. - -You look like an adult in it. - -Really? Just a tank top makes me look older? - -You should wear more things like that. Donnie might take notice. - He formed a thin smile hiding it from her. -You think so? Can I buy a nightie? - -Anything you want. Use that Victoria -(TM)s Secret gift card. - -I will. I -(TM)ll go shopping tomorrow. - She observes the actress sucking the dad -(TM)s cock and peaks her eyebrows. -Wow! S-she -(TM)s really going to town on John. - -Maybe you can pick up some pointers for when you get with Donnie. - -I might have to watch your whole collection then. - Paige takes a break resting her elbows on her dad -(TM)s shoulders. -We can do that. - -I -(TM)m glad you -(TM)re letting me watch this with you daddy. It -(TM)s weird but I know you would point out things I need to learn. - -Glad to help. You know what? - -What? - She tilts her head to the right examining his face. -I am totally okay if you take your shirt off. No jokes. No teasing. That was part of what I meant by our long talk tonight. - Her breath is held hearing him tempt her. -I-I guess I can do that. - -Not looking go for it. - -Okay. So nervous. - She sits up straight and with both hands lifts the hem of her tank up and over her head. Discarding it on the sofa she shivers. -I can -(TM)t believe I just did that. I love you daddy. Thank you for making me feel comfortable. - -Anytime Princess. Give me another hug. - -You don -(TM)t have to ask me twice. - She once again wraps her arms around his neck and crushes her breasts against his back. Flesh on flesh. She blushes dramatically at her nipples creasing his back as she returns to massaging his shoulders. Patting her left hand as it squeezes, Lonnie whispers up at her. -See? It -(TM)s not that bad. - -My nipples are tickling your shoulder blades. - She whimpers slightly. -No big deal, Sweetheart. You can -(TM)t give me a good massage without leaning into me. Really get into it. My muscles are really tense. - -All of them? - She plays naïve. -Every single one. - -I -(TM)ll do my best Don ... I mean daddy. - He knew she was fantasizing about her imaginary Donnie. That gave him a devious idea. Holding off a bit before posing his idea he enjoys her relaxing fingers. Not to mention her bullet sized nipples circling along his spine. The movie led to the dad fucking the Nanny missionary on her bed. Her ankles held in his hands keeping her legs wide one second then forcing her ankles behind her head to ram straight down into her cunt. The nanny was screaming her fool head off. -Is she in pain? She might wake the kids. - She asks knowing the truth. -Nahhh! She likes it. Scaring you? - -No. Should it? - -No reason to be. - -John Dick is really ... moving fast. Her ... vajayjay is really wide. John is huge. - -In and out. Only way it -(TM)s pleasurable. - -Wow! Daddy my hands are tired. Do me for a while? - -Move on down here between my legs. - She covers her chest shyly and steps around him. Looking down at her sitting spot she sees his massive erection still functioning properly. Nibbling her lower lip, she swallows dryly. -I-I don -(TM)t want to crush it. - -Crush? Oh, my erection. Sorry Sweetheart. It -(TM)s the porno. - He reaches down and pulls his tent backwards, -There it -(TM)s safe now. - He then admired her in only her thong. She was gorgeous beyond compare. A near perfect body toned but not muscular. Not a blemish or bruise anywhere. Still a tad self-conscious she trembles as she lowers to sit on the carpet. His hands grab her hips to assist in her arrival. Fingers slipping beneath the micro thin bands of her thong accidently. Removing his fingers to a very light snap against her skin she peers back at him with concerned eyes. -Relax. Do you really think I -(TM)d hurt my Princess? - -No daddy. I -(TM)m fine. What were you wanting to talk about? - -Alright. - He begins massaging her shoulders immediately hearing a soft unexpected moan. -Now that you -(TM)re an adult I want to set some new ground rules. While you were underage it was hard to be myself around you. I need some freedom. - -Freedom daddy? - -Yeah, like this porno. If I want to sit in my living room jerking off to the sexy nanny, there I should be able to. Any time of day not just when you -(TM)re asleep. - -I-In front of me? - -If you happen to be there sure. You -(TM)re welcome to go to your room if you feel uneasy. As a matter of fact, I -(TM)d prefer to run around nude in my own home. - She fidgets slightly as he rubs her biceps. Her gaze looking back at him with acceptance. -It is your house. - -Exactly. Look, I love you Princess, but this has been a long time coming. I want freedom. That doesn -(TM)t mean I -(TM)m asking you to move out or anything. - -Good. I don -(TM)t want to leave you alone daddy. Never ever. - -I -(TM)d prefer it you stay. Can you accept seeing your dad walking around naked? - -I think so. - She nods with a bit of hesitation. Not really. The thought excited her, but she tried to mask her enthusiasm. -Awesome. - He winks at her. -I -(TM)ll behave if and when you bring Donnie over. - -Do I have to behave? - -Around Donnie? You -(TM)re an adult that -(TM)s your call. - -No ... I mean around you. - His massaging hands stop a moment to process her question. -What are you getting at? - -Can I be naked at home too? - -Sure, if you want that, I -(TM)m fine with it. - -Can I get naked now? Just to see if I can? - His dick wanted to burst a blood vessel. -You -(TM)re pretty much nude already. This slingshot barely hides your ... lady parts. - -My pussy? - -Yeah, that. - Easing from his grasp she stands up slowly and with her back to him guides her thong down over her ass. She then bent forward to lower the bands further. His breath was taken away by her boldness. That clam needed to be baked. -Help me daddy. - He moves his fingers up to drag the thong to her feet. Her toes removed she was free of it. With a dramatic shiver she returns to sit on the floor. Lonnie dangled her thong in front of her before casting it aside. -Nice feeling free, isn -(TM)t it? - -I have goosebumps everywhere. - -Hell of a lot cooler than earlier. - -Kind of chilly now. Daddy? - -Yeah? - -If we -(TM)re going to live together naked you should maybe take your sweats off. I can handle it. - -I knew you could. Yep, my turn. - He stands up towering over her as she looks up at him. With a wink he lowers his sweats. The second his nine-inch beast dropped out with a bobbing motion Paige bulged her eyes. Lonnie threw his arms to his side victorious as he stepped out of his sweats. Neck craning back, he doesn -(TM)t notice Paige offer a yearning expression and a tempted hand rising with the desire to touch his cock. As he looks back down at her he grins. -Doing, okay? - -Yes. daddy? You -(TM)re lots bigger than the guy in the movie. - -Not supposed to be looking and comparing. - He laughs. -As you said earlier, that -(TM)s impossible. My hands are stronger now if you want me to massage you again. We can take turns. - -I was hoping you weren -(TM)t tiring out that much. - -I -(TM)m wide-awake daddy. Can I admit something to you? - -Anything. - -There is no Donnie. He -(TM)s a fictional boy I made up to love me. - -Yeah? - He sighs before sitting down as he was before with her between his legs, reaching out he pulls her back against him hugging her tightly. His cock pressed right up against her lower back. She trembled heavily at that point. -I know. I was stupid and read your diary. Please don -(TM)t hate me. - -I could never hate you Don ... daddy. - -You have a very dark imagination, Princess. That was some steamy stuff for a virgin. - -Virgin only because I -(TM)ve never had sex. I broke my hymen when I was twelve in a bicycle accident. Mom took me to the Doctor. You were at work. - -I -(TM)m just now hearing of this? - -I asked mom to keep it our secret. I was humiliated by it. - -Doesn -(TM)t matter. We shouldn -(TM)t even be discussing virginity or losing it. - -Right. This is just being free. - She smiles. -While I -(TM)m here I -(TM)ll just massage you a bit more. You can take over in a few. - -Okay daddy. - He holds her back against him in favor of massaging her up close. She moans more and more the longer his fingers taunt her shoulders. With each round of squeezing, his fingers slide forward slightly. She knew he was heading for her chest and went along for the ride. His grip made her coo. His erection throbbing against her made her heart race. -Daddy? - -Yeah? - -I can feel your heartbeat. - -My chest against your back. - -Your ... penis against my back too. - -Sorry. - -I -(TM)m not upset. It feels strange is all. - -I do have to warn you about something Princess. - -What -(TM)s that Daddy? - -This porno has got me worked up. I might need to masturbate here in a few. - -Daddy? You had that before we even watched the movie. - -Natural for me. I always have an erection. Movie just added fuel to the fire. - -Was it me? - She melts backward into him tilting her gaze to look him in the eye as his fingers linger just above both of her areolas. She was very curious. -Truth? - -Yes please. - -After I read your diary, I kept thinking that maybe you were fantasizing about me but calling me Donnie. Stupid I know. Being your dad and all. - -Not stupid. Not correct though. Donnie just made me feel wanted. I-I don -(TM)t know how to really be with a man. - -Barking up the wrong tree Sweetheart. - -Am I? - She reaches behind her to toy with his chest hair. -Slow down Princess. - -Do you want to be Donnie? - Huffing his cheeks, he reaches forward and squeezes her breasts, fumbling her nipples between his fingers. She closed her eyes to the magnificent sensations he was offering her. -That feels really good Donnie. - -Does it? - -Yes. Donnie? - -Yes Sweetheart? - -Show me how to be a woman. Like that actress in the movie. Not this one, the other woman. The Nanny. - It had jumped to a new porn pairing of actors. -Yeah, this scene isn -(TM)t as erotic. - -I want to watch you masturbate Donnie. - She squirms in his lap. -Don -(TM)t you mean daddy? - -If that -(TM)s what you want. I like Donnie, he makes me really, really wet. - Her soft words and pleading gaze made Lonnie crazy. His daughter had the most sensuous tone in her voice he had ever heard. Some days her voice was almost like a freaking five-year-old. On purpose he figured. -Let me up. - He peels her flesh from his in order to give himself leverage to move up to the sofa. Resting back, he takes the TV remote and shuts the television off. Peaceful now he coaxes Paige to stay on the carpet but to lean toward him. Chin on her arms over his knees she observed him stroking his cock. Her eyes were glued to his large crown without blinking. Even more so his bulbous scrotum, mesmerized by each knuckle thrust back and forth. -He -(TM)s all purple. Is that because of me Donnie ... daddy? - -Fuck it. - Lonnie gave up. -Yes! You turn me the fuck on. Every inch of this cock is just from being around you. Smelling your perfume. Watching you bend over. Every hug. Every kiss. Diary or not I -(TM)ve waited for this moment a good long time. - -I know. - She smiles. -Me too. - -Huh? - -Don -(TM)t stop rubbing him. I lied. You were always Donnie. I -(TM)ve fantasized about you every day since I was fifteen. If you want me, then take me daddy. Treat me like Donnie treated me. That -(TM)s how I want to be treated. Everything I wrote is really me. - -He got pretty aggressive. Bondage stuff even. - -I want you daddy. Living naked every day is a dream come true. - -Get your hands up here you have some more massaging to do. - -Yay! - Paige sits up proudly on her knees and reaches in to replace his hand with both of her own. Her gaze at her mission dedicated, -It needs lubrication. - -So, spit on it and get busy. - Her face detonates with pleasure as she leans over his crown and dribbles spit over it numerous times. Slick now her hands moved vigorously along his girth. -My first ever hand job. - -Every day from here on out. - -Yes Donnie. - She dares to kiss the tip of his crown. -Suck it. - -My first blowjob. - -Lick my balls too. - -K. - She preps herself taking a deep breath before lifting his cock and leaning in to sample his scrotum. His balls were mighty full. Sucking on them as her hand still stroked his cock above her right cheek. Lonnie admired her beauty as she fed upon him. With adoration he runs his fingers through her long red mane and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. -You -(TM)re going to make Donnie a happy man for years to come aren -(TM)t you, Princess? - -Yes. I don -(TM)t want to be anywhere else but with you Da-Donnie. - -Long wet tongue molding upward from my balls, my foreskin to the tip. - He suggests guiding her along, her tongue doing just as required. His head tilts back at the wonderful sensations. She repeated her maneuver three more times before opening her jaws wide and forcing his meaty beast down her throat. Tonsils removed at age seven was a huge gift. She gagged but stood her ground. Nodding his approval, he placed a hand on the back of her head holding her deep. Her eyes watery but yearning for more, -You can take it all. Prove me right. - Nine inches was a lot for a first timer. Whimpering she did her very best and claimed seven of nine inches before nearly vomiting. Mostly from the alcohol intake. Feeling dark he forced her mouth deep again only letting her up to catch a breath. It suddenly became fascinating to Lonnie the idea of torturing her mouth. Hand shoving her head down time and time again he fucked her face. -Proud of you Sweetheart. - He finally lets her depart in a massive web of built-up saliva. -That was fun daddy. - He squints his eyes at her and uses an index finger to call her up into his lap. Her legs asleep she struggled forcing him to grip her by the biceps and literally drag her into his lap. Lifting her higher than his shoulders he devoured a nipple. Moving from one to the other. Paige began breathing heavily and caressing his scalp. -That feels so good daddy. - -Roll that pussy over my big ole cock. Show me you want that up inside you. - -I will. - She begins gyrating her inner thighs along the length of his penis. Moans began right along with whispers of stimulation. -I can feel your heartbeat still. - -Let -(TM)s see if you can still bleed Virgin. - -I -(TM)m ready daddy. - -Not here. - He rises holding her by her lower back. Her arms surround his neck, legs his hips. Walking awkwardly, he takes her to his bedroom. Laying her on the bed she sprawls out panting. -Stay. Play with that pussy. - He watches her in the nightlight of his room. She doesn -(TM)t say a word as she begins rubbing her clit. In the dim lighting Lonnie found a lighter and lit some candles. Ambiance was everything. Standing at the foot of his bed watching her he nods. -Time for your other presents. - -Now? - She was afraid to brighten up too much. Kneeling under his bed he brings up a rabbit vibrator with a clit stimulator. It was white. -White rabbit just like I promised. - -Oh, my God, Daddy. - She observes him fire it up. -You were ready to seduce me, weren -(TM)t you? - -Always the plan Princess. Are you complaining? - -Noooo! Please use it on me, daddy. - He positioned himself on his knees and drug her by her ankles to the edge of his mattress. He then carefully introduced the head of the rabbit up inside her. Fearing blood, he grabbed a towel he had in ready and placed it under her hips and thighs. Nudging it deeper he turns up the speed. Her eyes bulge and her body quakes. -Holy crap daddy. - -Now you see it, now you don -(TM)t. - -I want to cum for you daddy. - -You have no choice in that Princess. - She smiles with a snicker. -I like your attitude daddy. - -Quiet down and enjoy the rabbit. - -I don -(TM)t want to quiet down. Make me scream daddy. - Smirking at her desires he turns the vibrator upside down letting the clit stimulator discover her anal cavity. She jumped at its introduction.w Taking her hand, he makes her hold it there as the rabbit wiggled inside her pussy. Freeing him up to give her a final gift. Lifting a large microphone looking wand he leans over her and switches it on. Pressing it to her clit the erratic vibrations stormed her senses. Mind blown by so much activity she began yelping and whimpering with eyes glued to his without blinking even once. -I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DADDY. - -You will cum harder than you ever have on your own. Do you hear me? - -YES! - She convulses and expresses her feelings through shrill whines and echoing moans. In minutes a flood of cum spills out without any blood. Her hymen broke years ago left her free of that curse. Safety precaution seemed natural. -AGAIN. - He continues until a second wave leaves her digging her nails into his blankets. She was a hot mess, sweat built up leaving her red hair matted as if she had taken another shower. Hearing, -AGAIN. - she nearly passed out. On her third exhausting climax Lonnie shuts the toys down and crawls over her straddling her upper body. He then jerked off until a mass launch of creamy ooze covered her face. It amazed her just how much he had pent up in those balls. -Lick your lips. Drink up Princess. - -~Are you going to fuck me daddy? - She did as he instructed. Using fingers to wipe her brow in order to lick them dry. -Not tonight. Beg for it tomorrow night. - -Aren -(TM)t you and your friends watching football tomorrow night? - -Right. Guess at least one of us will have to wear clothes. Besides it -(TM)s still going to be your birthday. Maybe the guys will bring you more presents. - -Y-you want me to walk naked in front of Greg, Mike, and Andy? - -Beer and pretzel girl. Am I clear? - -I-I will do whatever you want daddy. - -Always. - -Yes. - -ALWAYS! - He leans over her face with a guttural expectation. -Anything for you daddy. - She stares up at him with a hint of fear. Then, Lonnie kissed her on the lips. She melted and swallowed his tongue for five feverish minutes of glorious Frenching. Once their lips parted Lonnie repeats himself in a softer tone. -Always. - -Forever daddy. - -That -(TM)s my birthday girl. - -Please make love to me. - She whimpers. -Not tonight. Ask the guys nicely tomorrow night. - -What? - -Always? - -Forever. - Lonnie picked her up and carried her to her own bed. Kissing her on the forehead he leaves her there. As he closes her bedroom door Paige stares up at the ceiling. After a bout of shock, she grins and bites at her nail. Eyes flaring at the thought of others seeing her naked she kicks her mattress rapidly with excitement. Donnie was going to be real. Page thirty had her dance for his friends and let them feel her up. Somehow, she knew it would go further than that. It made her want to write more in her diary. Out in the living room Lonnie sat nude drinking another beer and reading the copies of her diary he hadn -(TM)t gotten to yet. Smug at her ideas he nods. -Pussy on a leash. - He turned the porno back on and jerked off again. He wiped himself off on her down comforter and took it to her room. She feigned slumber as he fanned the blanket over her nudity. She felt the wetness on her butt. After he leaves, she storms her feet on the mattress a second round. Paige Turner was so ready. From now on her Diary would have a new headline. -Dear Daddy. - She might need a whole new diary so she could really push her vision. Lots and lots of steamy pages to turn.