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DESCRIPTION: Cassie’s dream is to be sleeping in her father’s bed before her nineteenth birthday. She spends her days plotting and planning and her nights enjoying her Big Daddy toy, but nothing ever seems to work out how she wants. That is until desperation forces her to try a home-made magic spell. Overnight, her life changes, but not quite in the way she expected, and the bed she thought would be hers alone seems to have become much fuller. EXCERPT: Shutting the computer down now. I’ve found what I want. Check everything’s in its proper place, and back out the door. I hadn’t noticed before, but my heart feels like its going to explode. Pounding so hard and fast. It was fun snooping, but I won’t do it again. When we’re married it’ll be different. He’ll show me then. We can look at the pictures together and decide things to do with each other. Back in my own room, I start my own computer. Panty fetish typed into the search box. About ten million results, but the first few give me what I need. I should have worked it out myself. It’s imagining the body wearing the panties. The secret body parts held tight by the material. Those parts leaving their scent embedded in the fibres of the fabric. It’s not the panty in the picture, it’s imagining the body that made those stains and the scent that would be there. I was much more interested now. I’d smelt my own panties, of course. Gross. But then I wasn’t really thinking. Now I was, I thought I should try sniffing mine again and see. The laundry basket was in the bathroom. We left our dirty clothes there every day. I soon had the lid off and was searching for yesterday’s panties. They were white with small pink hearts on them. I’d thrown my jeans on top, so they should be under them. They weren’t. I had to tip everything out to find them. Hidden down near the bottom. I certainly didn’t put them there. They were folded too. I just threw them in. Unfolded, I spread them out to look and smell carefully. There was a stain inside. Whitish and not where my stains usually were. I looked and felt and smelt before I worked it out. Daddy. It was daddy’s goo. He’d squirted inside my dirty panties. I wasn’t sure what to think as I repacked loose laundry into the basket. A red pair of dad’s undies were last. I had them in my hand, about to add them to the basket when I thought. What would they smell like?
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Published by Mysticalchemist at Lot’s Cave
Tempting Daddy, © 2018, Mysticalchemist
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
- Cassie -
My mom named me. She promised dad he could name the next child. I still miss her. He wanted to call me Sarah. I’m glad mom won. Cassie sounds much more like me than Sarah.
“Why are you standing naked with your ear against the wall of your bedroom when it’s nearly midnight?”
I know that’s what you wanted to ask me. Just this once I’ll tell you. Dad’s room is the other side of this wall. If I stand really quiet. Quiet enough so I can hear the blood pumping in my head. If I stay this quiet, I can hear what he says as he uses his hand to relieve the tension in his body. He does it every night. Sometimes, twice. I’ve seen the lotion he uses and the tissues close by. He uses so many. I hardly need any, and I make my own lotion.
I’ve never been able to see him do this with my own eyes. He always makes sure the door is shut, but I know he sleeps naked, like me, so I picture him lying on the bed, one hand holding it while the other feels his chest, imagining he’s feeling my boobs. I hear the bed moving in rhythm with his hand. This is a good house, he wanted me to have the best, but the walls are so thin. He’s not speaking. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he forgets the thin walls and says my name. “Oh Cassie.” He says. “I want you so much.”
Tonight he just groans and then the movement stops. Now it’s the sound of tissues plucked from the box. There’ll be nothing more now. He’ll drift off to sleep, dreaming of me. He’s satisfied but I’m not. My turn now. I tiptoe to my bed. It’s still the same one he bought me when I turned twelve.
“It’s time you had a more grown-up bed.” He said.
It’s not an adult bed still. Too much pink and delicate princess decoration. I like my bed. I know I’m way too old now for all this. My school friends all have real bedrooms. No fairy posters. No princess dolls. They’ve all got double beds and pop idol posters and boyfriends that sleep over. I’m happy with what I’ve got. I don’t want a new bed really. I don’t want boyfriends to sleep over. I want daddy’s bed.
- John -
Only one lover has touched my body in fourteen years. One lover to share my passion. Never complaining. Always ready when I am. I need her every night. Can’t sleep until she’s stroked my tension away. Her fingers sliding over my cock. Up and down. A slow and steady rhythm. Evoking images in my mind. My other hand soothing my breast. Gliding over my chest, pretending I’m feeling hers. Feeling the roughness of my fingers brushing my nipples. She never complained they were too rough. “They’re the strong hands of my worker.” She’d say. I miss her so much. Cassie’s her clone. The same everything. I don’t know what happened to my half of her DNA.
I’m sliding into her. So wet. So easy. So perfect.
The voices strong in my head. I can’t even dream without them.
“She’s your daughter, you pervert.”
I pull my mind away to calm the voices. Think instead of her body in front of me. No touching, just looking. That’s not so bad. The voices approve by their silence. Dreaming of her breast the target of my love. Her soft, silky skin waiting for my seed. Urging me onward by its perfection.
My hand moves faster now. I feel the changes begin. Feel the muscles start to squeeze my sperm from their home. Encouraging them to move. Prodding and poking them to crowd together and scramble to complete the journey to fulfil their life. Hand moves faster. Muscles pulse. Anticipation builds. On her boob. It’s so close. Squirt now.
Bright red demons waving flaming pitchforks chanting in unison.
I’m inside her. Squirting my love inside her. The voices are punishing me for letting my concentration fail. Letting my desire win. My body is calm. Physical tension draining. My mind in torment. Every night the same. Every night my body needs the release. Every night, torment is my guide to sleep.
- Cassie -
Dad’s sister helped me. Dad was afraid he wouldn’t be able to tell me woman’s things properly so he took me to his sister. She told me all about periods and sex. She showed me all her things. Things to make her happy without a man.
“Can you get me one of those rubber cocks?” I asked her.
“You can use your finger.”
“But they’re bigger.”
She did get me one. “A small one to start.” She said. I named it Daddy. It was a type of rubber the same colour as skin. It was the best present anyone has ever given me.
It hurt the first time I stuck it inside me. Bled a bit too, but then it was sooo good. Night and morning I had Daddy inside me. Moving in and out. Making me tingle and want even more.
I’ve got three now. That first one I’ve renamed Little Dad. The next one is Daddy, and my last one is Big Daddy. It’s the one I use every day now. Soft and skin coloured, but with an added part that tickles my button. It’s the one I’m using now. Lying on my bed, thinking of daddy going to sleep in his room. Imagining that I’m in his bed with him and Big Daddy is his cock inside me. Feeling him moving gently into me. He’d never want to hurt me. He’d always be gentle with me. His hands touching my boobs. They’re not huge. My mom’s weren’t either, even when she fed me. While they’re not so big, they’re so sensitive and they love being touched ever so lightly. Sometimes they love being gripped in one hand and held tight, but tonight I’m letting my left hand brush over them as my right hand works Big Daddy in and out.
There’s only one thing I need to be careful of. I can’t yell out. I can’t get so excited I forget where I am and how thin the walls are. It won’t matter when I’m sleeping with daddy, but for now, I need to take care. When I feel the tingling in my groin start to grow, I have to turn my head into the pillow while my body wants to twist and turn and my left hand grabs my boobs so tight and my voice tastes cloth as it tries to let my happiness out for the world to know.
- John -
“Sleep well Princess?”
I had breakfast on the table before she appeared, dressed in her school clothes.
“Yes, but I’d sleep better if I was in our bed, together.”
She was looking through her eyelashes as she said this. Mouth forming the words deliberately and then closing, ready to blow me a kiss.
“You know you can’t. What about those boys at school. Don’t you want one of them?”
It hurt me to say that. Imagining my precious girl with one of those boys brought pain deep inside.
“I don’t want them, and you don’t want me sleeping with them either. I know.”
She was looking at me directly now. Ready for an argument. Ready to counter my every objection. She knew me far too well. Just like her mother.
“If we moved to another country I could pretend to be your wife and no one would know.”
She said it quietly. Nearly a whine, and with her big eyes staring hard at me, it was hard to hold the line.
“Breakfast. We’re not moving.”
“I’ll be finished school in two months. We could move then.”
I couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t weaken my guard. Trying to think of something to say to change the subject. Taking far too long. Finally looking at her. She was smiling. The slightest sign of weakness and she pounced. “We’ll talk more about it tonight. I’ll think of places and you can help me decide.”
“We’re not moving.” I said, but I couldn’t look her in the eyes and say it. She’d know a tiny part of me was thinking it might be possible.
The voices were in my head again as I ate. They wouldn’t tolerate any weakness. Sometimes I wished they would disappear.
We ate together in silence. Every time I glanced at her face, she seemed happy for once. She was a great kid really.
“I’ll clean up.” She said when we’d both finished.
I usually dropped her at school on the way to work. It was early for her, but she was happy to be taken. Having her alongside me in the car always reminded me of her mother. The way she sat. The way she held her long legs. The way she kept glancing at me.
“I’ll be a great wife for you.” She said when we stopped at lights.
“You know you can’t.”
“No one would know. Only us.”
“But you want it too.”
The lights changed. I said no more. Better let it rest. She’d started this every day lately. Not aggressive, just gentle pestering. Trying to wear me down over time. Silence until we next stopped.
“We could move. I know you’re not happy here, and I want to see you happy.”
“You’d lose all your friends.” I said.
“The only friend I want would be with me.”
No more attempts. At school it was. “See you tonight. Love you Daddy.” And she was gone. Bag over her shoulder, walking away from me. Stepping to make her bottom wiggle. The fingers on her free hand rippling in a parting hidden wave.
I tried not to think about her at work.
- Cassie -
I walked home after school. It was the quickest way and I needed the extra time. There would be at least two hours till dad returned, and I had a mission. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never been really bad or deceitful, but I need to increase my campaign. My nineteenth birthday is the deadline. Four more months. I’m going to look through dad’s computer. I know he looks at porn. He never shows me, but I know. I’m going to find out what kind. Find out what turns him on.
I let myself in to an empty house. Bag flung onto my bed and shoes following. Now the naughty bit. Dad’s room. The door is never locked. I’ve been in before, but I do like to respect his privacy. He respects mine. His room is tidy, but smells a bit of old socks.
I push the power button on his computer and wait. Eventually the screen comes to life. Locked!
Cat. I managed to type. My fingers shaking making it hard to hit the right keys.
KitCat. His pet name for my mother. It would soon be mine. I’d be his special kitty.
There’s one more obvious one. The name he wanted for me. The name he’ll want for our baby until I get him to want a more modern one.
I’m in. He’s so obvious. Browser history, that’s what I want.
Bingo! Line after line. Right click and open each entry in a new window. Now I’ll know what he really likes.
Panties. He likes panties. Not just panties but pictures of the soiled crotch part. Stains and mess and goo and then some with extra man goo added. I never thought. Why would he like smelly old panties? There’s more different pages though.
Boobs and tummies and backs with trails of man goo on them. Some pictures with the man still squirting it. These I could understand. Even I liked looking at the ones with the man in them. I could imagine me being the one to be squirted. Thinking my body being so desirable as to make a man want to squirt his seed on my body. It would be best on my boobs. I could rub it around with my fingers. It seemed so slippery, like body cream. I think I’ll like this, but panties?
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