"My Daughter, My Desire, Part One" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawthorne David)

Chapter Two

My little girl really knew how to please me. She put some pillows on the couch and made me a nice cozy spot in front of the television. I reclined on the couch, waiting for my teeny-bopper daughter strut her stuff.

She came into the room wearing a gray sweater and sweatpants.

“Casual and comfy, but not quite what I had in mind.” I motioned for her to twirl in a circle so I could see all angles. She could wear anything and make it look sexy.

I said: “Maybe you should turn up the heat a little, I don't want you getting a chill if you happen to be wearing something a little sexier then that.” I was, of course, insinuating how I wanted, and desired, her dressed.

“Well! Does Daddy want me to dress like a sexy little slut tonight?” She pouted her lips and looked down, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers. “Oops, I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to use dirty words.”

“I don't mind if you say some dirty or naughty words. In fact, I kind of like it.”

She came back in wearing a cooking apron, which read: “Kiss the Cook”

And nothing else.

Just the apron.

“Yes,” I said.

Megan busied herself with dinner preparations trying to avoid my stare.

I said: “Your 'master' wishes to see the cook at once!”

“Yes, Master?” she answered from the kitchen.

“Come in here, please, and let your old man make sure the cook is ready.” My voice was stern.

Stern Daddy, I thought.

A fifteen-year-old with blond pigtails and a cooking apron stood in front of me. The apron did well at covering most of her goodies. Her pale perky teenage boobs were half covered; nipples hidden. The apron was short and came down in front just covering her puffy pussy slit.

“I know I should have put more clothes on, Daddy. I hope you're not mad at me.”

“I'm not mad at you, dear. You have a fantastic body; you deserve to be able to show it.” I hesitated, and added: “That is, you can show it to me. Daddy doesn't want you to show other boys, or men. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. I'm so happy you think I have a pretty body, I always feel so self-conscious.”

She blushed and I think it was real, not an act.

“Megan,” and my tone was firm and true, “You have no reason to think of your body as anything but flawless. If I was younger, and not your father… well, let's just say that I would do anything to

… get you in my bed… and make love to you…”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, Daddy! You are the best Daddy I've ever known. I wish I could meet a guy just like you.”

What “other” daddies had she known to compare me to? I wondered.

Megan hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her naked flesh against my hands. I rubbed her lower back. As she left my embrace and turned to go back into the kitchen. I gave her firm little bottom a nice swat with my hand and this made a cute spanking sound. She jumped and tried to smack my hand away; she missed and grabbed her ass where I had just swatted it.