When Little Girls Grow Up

M had always been a bit of a tease, even at a young age. Her Daddy would watch her play around the house, being cute in her innocent way. For a time, neither of them thought anything of it. But as she grew older, she noticed a change in how her Daddy looked at her. No longer was her playful dancing around the house seen as innocent, but instead, she would catch him staring at her growing curves.

And she liked it. She liked the way it made her feel to command his attention. It gave her a rush, and she wanted more. She started showing off more skin, rolling up the waist of her skirts to wear them shorter, bending over in sundresses in front of the fridge, all in hoping to get his attention. She was becoming addicted to the power she had over him.

Eventually, after she'd learned to masturbate after these teasing sessions, her games grew more bold. Her mind would wander to new, darker thoughts. She wondered what it would be like to touch him, to make him hard with her hands. And that's when she began to scheme.

One day, while her Mom was out, she asked her Daddy if he could help her with her laundry. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt of his without any underwear underneath, since it was laundry day, after all, and he didn't mind helping her fold her laundry normally. But today would be different.

As she leaned over to pick up a sock, she made sure that the shirt would ride up, exposing the bottom of her ass. And just like she'd hoped, her Daddy couldn't resist taking a peek. She didn't even need to look back to know because she could hear how his words were cut short as he stammered.

"Daddy, when did Mommy say she would be back?" she asked, cutting him off, as she turned her head to meet his eyes as they snapped back up.

She saw his cheeks flush red, and he looked away as he answered, "She said she would be gone all evening. Going out for a girls night."

M smiled, satisfied with his answer, before turning back to her laundry. But she wasn't done. She wanted more and this was her opportunity.

Now that she had his attention, she had one trick up her sleeve as she got on her knees in front of the dryer to ask, "Daddy, how do you empty the lint trap again? I can't remember."

He was on his feet and standing behind her in an instant, and now it was her time to strike as she leaned forward, knees still on the ground, and felt her shirt ride up over her ass again. This time, though, she made she he had a full view of not just her ass, but also her pussy too. And with him so close, it was easy for him to see that there was no hair anywhere either. (She'd stolen his razor earlier.)

Her pussy was exposed, but the gentleman he was, he didn't reach out to touch her. Not yet. She knew he would with enough teasing, but the night was still young.

"You know, Daddy, you could show me. I think I'd learn better if you showed me."

"That's not a good idea, baby girl," he stammered, but M knew she was breaking his willpower. She just needed one more push.

"Oh, Daddy, it's no big deal. Just show me how to empty the lint trap," she said, as she feigned trying to grab the edge of the lint trap and pulled it, the motion causing her hips to sway back and forth, giving her Daddy a view of her ass and pussy shaking in front of him.

She could hear his breathing grow heavier and knew she had him right where she wanted him. That's when she decided to take things to the next level.

"Daddy, don't just watch, I need help! I can't get it," she begged, as she turned her head to look back at him. He was still standing there, but now she saw that he was staring straight at her bare pussy.

"Baby girl, you can't-" he began, but he was cut off by the sound of her voice.

"Daddy, I need help," she whimpered, as she continued to play with the lint trap. "Can you please show me how to do it?"

She could see the desire in his eyes as he moved towards her. She knew he was going to give in, and it thrilled her. She felt her pussy getting wet, and she couldn't wait to find out what it would feel like to feel his hands on her body.

"I'll show you, baby girl, just move over a little," he said, as he bent down and put his hand on her hip to pull her back from the dryer. She could feel his fingers pressing into her skin, and she knew he was getting excited too.

She let him pull her back, and when he reached for the lint trap, she felt his other hand squeeze her firm and she could feel her pussy growing wetter. She wanted him to touch her there, more than anything, and she was going to get it. But she had to be patient.

"You've got to grab it like this," he said, as he reached in and showed her how to get the lint trap out.

"Now you try, baby girl," he said, as he released her hip and stood back up.

"Like this?" She asked as she bent forward again, this time her legs spread a little bit further apart, and she could feel her ass cheeks spreading this time, and she knew her Daddy was looking at her ass, not the lint trap.

She heard him inhale fast, as she pulled the lint trap out, and he said, "Yes, just like that. Good job."

"Thanks, Daddy," she said, as she stood up and smiled at him, resuming her task of folding a pair of tiny pink underwear.

She could see him watching her from the corner of her eye, and she could tell he was hard by the way he was standing. His erection was pressing against the front of his jeans, and she knew that it was all for her tonight.

She wanted him inside her, but she needed him to make the first move. He needed to be the one who couldn't control himself anymore.

She continued to fold her laundr, as her Daddy stood and helped her, the only sound that of the forgotten TV in the other room, and she could feel his gaze lingering on her body. It made her hot to feel so desired. She could feel how much of an effect it was having on her as she felt her legs losing their strength and her nipples hardening underneath her shirt. She loved the way he made her feel.

Eventually, after several more minutes, he spoke.

"Baby girl, what's this?"

She turned to see what he was holding, and her face flushed red when she realized he was holding a tiny black, lacy thong of hers.

"It's... nothing," she stammered, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, I think it's something," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "Are these yours too?"

She nodded, biting her lip as he held up another pair of slutty panties.

"Why haven't I seen these before?" He asked, as he stepped closer.

"Daddy, I've never worn them around you," she said, as she lowered her head and tried to hide her blushing face. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, baby girl. You should show them off and be proud of yourself," he said, as he put his hand under her chin and lifted her head to meet his gaze.

"Would you like to see them on me, Daddy?"

"Yes, I would. Show me," he said, and she felt her body shiver with excitement.

"Okay," she said, as she grabbed the underwear from him and headed upstairs, her Daddy following close behind, as she turned to yell. "But you have to see the rest of the set!"

She closed her door to him, keeping up the theater of decency for him, as she slipped off her shirt and slid on the matching lingerie set. She looked herself up and down in the mirror, loving the way the thin fabric clung to her body. The camisole was cropped short, revealing the underside of her breasts, the pink thong a thin strip of fabric that went between her ass cheeks, and the garters with her stockings gave her a refined look. She felt sexy, and she knew her Daddy would too.

She called out to the door and invited him in, feeling nervous, as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

"Do you like it, Daddy?"

"Fuck," he muttered, as he took a step inside and closed the door.

She was already getting wet, and she knew he could see how soaked her pussy was in the light pink of the fabric. She wanted him to take her, but she knew she had to keep playing the game.

"How do I look?" She asked, turning away and leaning forward slightly to emphasize her ass for him. "Tell me, Daddy, do you like the way it hugs my body?"

"God, you're so beautiful," he said, his words evoking an immediate reaction within her.

She smiled, biting her lip, and asked, "Daddy, can you help me with something?"

"Of course, baby girl," he replied, his voice quiet.

"Can you help me clip these back ones?" She asked, as she gestured to the garter belt.

"Sure, come here," he said, and she could feel her heart racing as he sat on the bed and motioned for her to join him.

She felt his hands on her back, and his fingers brushed her skin as he pulled her towards him, her remaining standing in front of him while he sat.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" She asked, pretending she didn't understand.

"I'm clipping your garter belt, baby girl," he whispered, his fingers tracing at the top of her stocking, as if he was afraid to stop touching her.

"Oh," she cooed, as his fingers grazed her bare skin. "It tickles, Daddy."

"Does it?" He asked, and she could feel him breathing harder.

"Yes," she whispered, as his hand slid up her thigh, his fingertips tracing the curve of her ass.

She moaned, her pussy on fire now, and she didn't want him to stop as he buttoned the snaps.

"This looks too loose here, baby girl," he said, his fingers gripping a garter strap and pulling it up. "I think it needs to be tighter."

"Daddy, I'm not sure that's how it's supposed to go," she breathed, as he pulled the strap and she felt his attention move to the front garters, his fingers brushing the front of her thong as he adjusted the fabric.

"Well, if you want to wear these right, the garters really should go under the elastic," he said, as his hands lingered on her hip bones as he traced along the lines of the garters to emphasize his point.

"Yes, Daddy, you're right. Do you think you could fix it?"

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on her, and she felt a rush of excitement as he hooked his thumbs into the fabric and he undid the snaps again, the tips of his fingers dragging over her skin, causing her to shudder.

She could feel him tugging on the front and looping the strap under the waistband of her thong, his hands dangerously close to her pussy, and she thought he was going to pull the fabric aside and touch her there. But he didn't. Instead, he adjusted the strap until it was taut and then reattached the snaps.

"There, much better," he said, his voice rash as he cleared his throat, his eyes still fixed on her ass and her pussy.

She was aching to be touched, and she wondered if he could smell how wet she was. She wanted him so bad, and she knew she just needed him to make the next move.

"Daddy, maybe you could help me with my bra now? It feels a little loose," she asked, turning around and showing him her back.

"Sure, baby girl," he said, a hint of surprise in his voice as she sat down in his lap and felt his arms wrap around her.

She leaned back into his chest and felt him breathing hard, his erection pressed into her ass, and she could feel her body hot with desire for it.

"You're such a good helper, Daddy," she breathed, as he slid his hands around and unhooked a bra strap. "Thank you."

"Anytime," he said, his voice low, and she felt his hands slide run down her shoulders.

"That feels nice," she said, as she began to wiggle her butt in his lap, readjusting her position.

"It does," he groaned, and she felt him grow harder underneath her, his cock pressing into her pussy now through his jeans.

She was desperate for him to make a move, and she felt him begin to shift underneath her, his hands running up her waist, and she wondered if he was going to finally touch her where she wanted him.

But before he could, he reattached the loose strap and moved his hands back up, resting on her shoulders.

"All done," he said, his words sounding strained, and she felt a wave of disappointment wash over her.

"Okay, thank you, Daddy," she said, as she lifted herself from his lap and turned to face him.

"You're welcome, baby girl," he said, a look of desire still lingering in his eyes. "You're all dressed up now. Do you need help with anything else?"

"Um, I'm don't know, Daddy," she said, trying not to sound upset. "Maybe you could just keep looking at me. Just so I know if I have anything on right."

"Sure, I can do that," he said, smiling at her.

"Can I dim the lights?" She asked, as she turned to her lamp. "I want you to have a better view."

"Okay," he said, and she watched him put his hands back on the bed as he got comfortable.

"What do you think, Daddy? Do I look good?"

"Mmm," he groaned, as his eyes running over her body. "You look very good."

"Yeah?" She asked, her voice dropping as she stepped closer.

"Yeah," he said, as she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.

She felt a rush of confidence as she moved towards him and straddled his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders, and she leaned in, her lips just inches from his ear.

"Do you think you could help me with one more thing, Daddy?" She whispered, and she felt him tense beneath her.

"What's that, baby girl?" He asked, his voice thick.

"How do I take one of these off," she said, as she reached down to grab his belt buckle. "Can you show me, Daddy?"

"Mm-hmm," was all he could manage, as she felt his hands guide her to the buckle.

She undid it, followed by his belt and zipper, sliding her hand into his jeans and reaching for the waistband of his briefs.

"Like this, Daddy?"

"Just like that, baby girl," he said, his words ragged now.

She felt his hands on her hips, his fingertips pressing into her skin, and she felt herself gyrating her hips into him in little circles now.

"But what now? How do I get these off?" She asked, as she tugged at the edge of his underwear.

"Gently, baby girl," he said, his hands tightening on her hips. "Just slide them down."

"Oh, okay," she breathed, as she shifted her weight and tugged at the fabric, feeling it slip over his hips and his erection.

His cock was so big, and she was amazed by the size of it as it popped out and stood straight up, the tip glistening with precum. She had never seen a cock in real life, let alone her Daddy's, and she could feel her body responding with a throbbing desire to be filled by him.

"Daddy, can you show me how to hold it?" She asked, her words coming out faster now.

"Of course, baby girl," he replied, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy, and she could feel her own pulse racing as she reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft.

"Just like this, Daddy?" She asked, her fingers squeezing.

"Yeah, just like that," he said, as his hands slid down her hips to cup her ass.

"And then what, Daddy?"

"Now you stroke it," he said, his eyes still closed as his fingers squeezed her ass. "Up and down."

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed, her hand moving faster now.

She began to stroke his cock, her hand moving up and down his length, and she felt him shifting beneath her as his grip tightened on her ass. She wasn't sure what else to do, but she could feel him throbbing in her hand and the sound of his ragged breathing made her feel more confident.

"Ah, I see Daddy, this why the garters need to be inside!" She said as she got up and slipped her panties off, his eyes still closed as he sat back on the bed.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, as he felt her sit back down and the wet spot between her legs pressed against his bare cock.

She cuddled up on his chest, her arms around his neck, and she felt his hands slide back to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Is this okay, Daddy?" She whispered.

"Yeah, it's perfect," he groaned, as his hands drifted up and down her waist. "Are you enjoying this, baby girl?"

"I love it, Daddy," she said, feeling brave as she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

"Me too," he said, as his hands drifted higher up her chest.

"Mmm," she moaned, feeling him brush over her nipples, his cock throbbing underneath her.

She began to move her hips in a circle, rubbing herself along his shaft,. He was so hard, and she couldn't help but think of what it would be like to feel it inside.

"You feel so good, Daddy," she said, as his fingers drifted higher up her chest, squeezing at her breasts.

"You're so beautiful, baby girl," he breathed, and she could feel his fingers closing over her nipples as he squeezed her.

"Ahh!" She cried out, leaning into the feeling of pleasure. "What are you doing, Daddy?"

"I'm just helping you with your bra, baby girl," he said, his eyes closed. "It just looks like it's getting loose again."

"Yes, it is, Daddy," she moaned, as his fingers began to rub over her hardening nipples. "Are you sure it's not too tight?"

"I think it's perfect," he said, his eyes still closed as he cupped her breasts and massaged them.

She was beginning to feel so hot, and she began to grind against him faster, feeling her own wetness covering his cock as she did. She couldn't wait much longer before she begged, "Daddy, please show me more!"

"Like what, baby girl?" He asked, his breathing quickening.

"Like everything! I want you to show me everything," she begged, feeling her need for him building up inside of her.

"Okay," he said, his voice shaky, and she felt his cock twitching between her legs. "I can do that, baby girl."

She felt his hands drop to her ass, pulling her down to help her grind harder into him, and she felt his fingers digging into the her.

"Yes, Daddy, just like that! Oh my God!"

She felt him press into her, and she cried out as he began to guide her in slow, smooth circles along his cock. She had never felt so good in her life, and she didn't want to stop, even if he told her to.

"Oh God, Daddy!"

She felt herself on the edge of something, her body building to a fever pitch of need, and she heard her own cries echoing in the room as her hands clenched tight to the bed.

"Yes! Oh fuck, Daddy! Ahhh..." She trailed off as a wave of pleasure rolled over her, causing her body to seize up. She felt his hands on her hips, squeezing her ass and pulling her down as she came for the first time in her life.

"Fuck," she panted, as her orgasm subsided and her body went slack.

"Did you like that, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

She felt his cock twitch again underneath her and she realized that he had come too, his cum now splattered across her panties and belly where she had collapsed.

"Good," he said, his breathing heavy. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

"It was, Daddy," she said, nodding in agreement. "I loved it so much!"

She sat up and felt his cum sliding down her belly as she stood. She wanted to get a towel to clean herself, but she didn't want him to leave. Not yet. So, instead, she began to undo the snaps to her stockings.

"You can leave them on, baby girl," he said, his hands reaching out to help her up. "They look really nice. I like them."

"Yes, Daddy, but they're wet too," she said, blushing at the admission of the obvious.

"They're fine," he said, a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Really, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl. Now go get a towel, and I'll meet you in the living room." He said, before adding, "Let's watch a movie tonight."

She was confused by what was going on, but she agreed to get up. And before she went upstairs to the bathroom to clean up, she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"I love you, Daddy," she said. "You're so good to me."

"I love you too, baby girl," he said, before kissing her on the lips and standing up to leave.

[ The End ]

I could write more for this but I decided to leave it here. Please drop a comment if you'd like to see more of M's adventures!