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Dance for Daddy
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)
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Laying in bed on Saturday morning reading the paper,
Daddy is unsettled as his daughter comes dancing into
his bedroom scantily clad, dancing, like the girl on TV,
she said. (MF, inc, exh)
***
It was early Saturday morning and laying in bed under
the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the
hall from his lil girl's room, his voice at first
hesitant, uncertain of how to ask, Kelly's Daddy smiling
nervously, asked his little girl as she danced into his
bedroom, "Wow baby, where did you learn to dance like
that?"
"From the TV, Daddy" she proclaimed, as if he should
know, dancing to the beat, showing off for her father,
dressed in just her loose fitting PJ pink boy-shorts,
her pink little half top t-shirt barely covering her
breasts.
Kelly mimicked the girl on the tv sliding down and
standing back up like she was pole-dancing, grinding, a
stripper, her long dark-brown hair in pigtails dangling
down on either side of her face. She kept smiling at her
Daddy, him looking into her eyes, letting her dance, not
sure really how else to react being so surprised by his
daughters impromptu performance.
He'd only been to a strip club twice, and back when he
was in college, and even then he intellectualized the
experience he laughed with friends years later telling
the story; and, here was his little girl dancing like a
stripper right in front of him sexually, provocatively -
it wasn't any wonder he wasn't quite sure how to react,
his gorgeous little baby dancing, not like she was just
playing, or showing off, she was dancing like she wanted
to turn him on, and it was working. His little girl was
making him hard, and the harder he got, the more he
looked at her like a father shouldn't be looking at his
daughter.
At first he thought it was cute, thinking Kelly just
thought she was being amusing. When she jumped onto the
bed above him, bouncing and twisting and turning midair
he laughed with her, still though aroused by her in her
loose panties, trying to not to look as the hem lifted
revealing her soft bare skin underneath, teasing him
with glimpses of her, her inner thighs, the round of her
bottom.
As a single father, when she began rolling her hips,
biting her lower lip and smiling at him, knowing she was
making him nervous, he felt himself even if a little
uncomfortable grow more, and more aroused, and letting
himself feel that sexual urge, began to watch her,
staring at her groin, her breasts, her hardened nipples,
into her eyes longer and longer, and then looked at her
soft little frame, her belly, the way she moved, so
naturally feminine, so naturally erotic he set the paper
down slowly over his lap to conceal his throbbing
erection.
He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant's "To Die For"
when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowered summer
dress danced in front of the car headlights, lifting her
skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her hips, a scene
that stuck with him over the years as one of the all
time most erotic scenes in Hollywood film. Her
beautifully feminine thighs, her tummy, her pussy under
her soft white panties.
Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, her curves so
incredibly sensual, her pussy so clearly visible under
her loose little panties, were making him feel things he
shouldn't be feeling for his little girl. The cheeks of
her bottom so tantalizingly close, he could just reach
out and slide his fingers under her panties. Her coltish
legs and torso so elongated, looking up at her, he
smiled, blood rushing through him, his cock aching hard,
her dressed up with her pigtails and her pink pj's,
dancing for her Daddy, almost innocently imitating
something she'd seen on the TV.
"This is how the girl did it on TV, Daddy" she said
again, breathily, excited seeing her handsome father
staring right at her little panty covered pussy as she
gyrated.
Something happened inside her, she wasn't playing
anymore. She was already slippery wet. She suddenly felt
terrifically naughty. What she was doing was maybe wrong
to be doing to her daddy, but looking down into his eyes
the way she was and the smoldering way he looked back at
her, she couldn't stop. She saw his cock under the
covers, saw it lift the newspaper up, again, and then
again. She'd made him hard. She wanted to see her
father's cock, hard. She'd seen him naked before,
peeking into his bath when he was showering. She'd
imagined him pulling on his cock, his hands all soapy,
like the man in the magazine she'd taken from his
closet. The magazine that had inspired her to peek on
her father, to think about him that way.
"Let me show you, Daddy, except Daddy" she paused, so
aroused she spoke in an almost whisper, "the girl on the
tv, she, she wasn't wearing panties, so, I should do it,
like that too, don't you think, Papa?"
Before he could even answer, even if he could answer,
she turned and bent over, looking into her father's eyes
over her tender shoulder, tugging her panties down a
little at a time, wiggling her bottom so provocatively
her father was breathless; all he could think was, "My
god, my sexy little baby."
He just smiled, flushed, his thoughts perfectly on her,
imagining, fantasizing, watching her movements as if in
slow motion, savoring her every little twist and turn of
her hips.
As she turned slowly around he stared at her nipples
pushing through her t-top, her breasts visibly swollen,
her soft, feminine hips rocking and swaying more
deliberately, less playfully, slowing, accentuating her
heat, her smiles flashing, her face flushed now, too,
biting her lower lip, her becoming visibly excited,
making herself wet.
When she turned around, her Daddy's eyes grew big - she
tipped her panties down provocatively, teasing, her mons
bare smooth. She saw her father's cock jump. She smiled
powerfully seeing him draw in his breath, him unable to
pull his eyes away from her groin, waiting for her to
reveal herself. She turned again, teasing him, wiggling
her hips, pushing her bottom out, looking back at her
Daddy before she swiveled her hips, rhythmically
undulating, until she was facing him again, until she
tipped her panties down in front again, bending over at
the waist, causing her t-shirt to raise up over the
lower swell of her breasts, her nipples threatening to
show themselves too, giving him a first real and total
peek at her bald little pussy. He drew in his breath,
his eyes big, his cock lifting the blanket.
"Do I dance good, Daddy?" Kelly asked almost
breathlessly, looking her father right in the eyes, both
a little bashful.
His mouth was watering. Her little slit, her beautiful
belly, her perfectly smooth mons, her incredible thighs;
his cock was so hard it was aching under the covers.
Looking right at his daughters shiny little pussy, he
growled, "Mmm, yes, baby, Daddy thinks your an amazing
dancer, better than the girl on TV, I'm sure. Do you
like dancing for Daddy, sweetie?" he asked looking right
into his little girl's eyes.
Kelly nodded, biting her lower lip.
He was beside himself. He was no longer smiling, and he
couldn't stop himself from sliding his hand under the
covers to rub his swollen hard cock. Stroking his
erection he watched her dance above him, looking up at
his little baby, her bare belly, her soft little pussy,
her slit creamy wet, her heart-shaped bottom wiggling so
provocatively.
He relaxed back into the pillows, and just watched as
his little Kelly put on a show for him, watching him
pull on his cock under the covers, under the paper,
wide-eyed, smiling, heated, her father lifting his hips,
pulling on his erection, eying her up and down, his
mouth hanging partly open as she began touching herself
too.
Kelly turned and bent over, her legs open, her little
bottom pushed out, her panties down over her bottom,
showing her Daddy her smooth bald little pussy swollen
and shiny wet, and the newspaper fell off the bed.
She dropped her panties, and kicked them off like the
woman she'd been watching on TV, in perfect timing to
the music from her room, and then standing above him
straddled her Daddy's legs, bumping and grinding her
little hips over her father, her bald little pussy
glistening just feet from his face, looking directly at
his little girl's perfectly smooth slit, so close he
could smell her fragrance, his little girl smiling down
at him, a look of pure flushed sexual arousal he smiled
up at her as she lowered herself over him, sitting on
him, straddling his waist, humping her father's lap,
pretending she was still just dancing for him.
Kelly could barely keep the rhythm as her Daddy reached
out and lightly barely touched her breasts. He slid his
hand under her t, sliding his fingertips over her creamy
soft skin, her nipples, as she closed her eyes, her
mouth falling open, a little soft mewling moan coming
from her hearing him ask, "Your breasts are so
sensitive, aren't they baby?"
Kelly just nodded, shakily, rocking her pelvis, rubbing
her warm tingling little pussy on her Daddy's hard cock
through the covers, pushing her tummy out, her chest
forward, her t-shirt riding up over her nipples so hard
and swollen and reddish puffy hot hoping Daddy would
touch her even more. That's when Daddy began rubbing his
thumb up and down over her pink little slit, focusing on
her clit as she rocked, back and forth on Daddy's lap,
still keeping time to the music.
"You're such a good dancer, baby" she heard her father
murmur, "such a good girl for Daddy."
The more she rocked, the more her movements slid the
blankets down her father's waist, exposing his hugely
swollen erection, her dripping wet little pussy wrapping
around it, her father pulling on her nipples, her
father's cock sliding through her creamy wet little
slit, her father pulling her mouth to his, her father
reaching between them and guiding his cock to her hot
little cunt, the big head of her Daddy's cock spreading
her open, sliding inside his little girl.
"Nnn, Daddy, that was so fucking sexy, fuck me, Papa."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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