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ÓCopyright 1997. 2003. daddysgirls.com
DADDY'S GIRL: Memories Of A Loving Daughter
An Erotic Novel by Richard Gozinya
Chapter 8: Cindy's New Daddy
Cindy Poling tried to calm herself as she waited for Professor Janis
in the hall after class. Her sexual obsession had driven her here, and
she was ready to make the first move.
Once he gets a look at how I've dressed, he will know why I came I
hope he'll take it from there, she thought. If not, she didn't know
what to do. She understood all professors were in a bind when it came
to dating students, but she already knew Janis was interested.
Their brief but red-hot embrace in her kitchen told her that much. She
had nearly fainted as she felt his dick harden against her belly when
she whispered "Daddy" in his ear. It had been a big risk, and it
scared her to know she had taken it. But he had liked it, and it made
her shiver as she tried to control herself.
Cindy hoped he would notice her in class that day, and knew that he
had. He had barely stopped looking at her for 45 minutes. She wore one
of those new schoolgirl dresses that were popular-- a short,
high-waisted babydoll cotton dress. Bending over in one guaranteed a
great show from the rear, and it was impossible to keep from showing
panty in a banked lecture hall. She had added white anklets and black
Mary Jane shoes. Her long hair was tied with a bow in a pony-tail that
fell well below her slight shoulders.
Beneath the cotton little-girl dress she wore a pair of white panties
and a white girl's bra. It was the way she had dressed at the time her
obsession was born-- those days Daddy Charles had played with her
body. The day she had held her daddy's cock. She had to keep shaking
herself mentally to remain focused on classroom reality. So she made
sure her dress was up enough for him to see her panties during class.
It made her wet when he fixed his eyes on her crotch several times
during class. It obviously distracted him, and she did all she could
to show him more. He looked relieved at the end of class and glanced
at her and smiled as the students began milling out the door. He
looked desperate and kept glancing her way.
She watched as Professor Janis spoke with each of the several students
who approached him after class, answered their questions and smiled.
It was obvious he enjoyed them all and that the students loved him. He
reminded her even more of Daddy Charles from all those years ago: the
way she remembered him, so gentle and kind, his big hands so warm on
her body. She could feel her nipples growing erect as she watched and
waited and dreamed. Cindy closed her eyes and imagined Professor Janis
standing over her by the bed, his penis hard in her hand, putting it
into her mouth
"Ready Cindy?"
He caught her by surprise in her daydream. She blushed when she looked
at him. She felt he was reading her mind, knew what she was thinking
about, but she fell into step with him. They walked outside and
through the wooded college campus toward the professor's car in the
parking garage.
He was talking as they walked, but she didn't hear anything. Her mind
burned with desires kept at bay since she was a little girl, since the
day her mother walked in just as she was about to take her father's
penis into her mouth, maybe even into her vagina.
Even in late afternoon, the parking garage was semi-dark, and when
they reached the car he unlocked her door and opened it. She brushed
against him, and a sharp searing heat passed between them. The brief
touch melted her, and she simply leaned into his body, standing there
by the car door.
He didn't move, except to drop his case and wrap his arms around her.
She did the same and moved her body hard against him, grinding her
pelvis into his crotch, gluing her small breasts into his chest. He
reached down, easily reached under her short dress, cupped her butt
with both hands and ground back, making a deep but faint grunting
sound.
"Daddy?' she whispered, barely audible, her eyes closed, her nose
nuzzling against his neck as the sexual electricity built between
them. "Are you my daddy?"
"Hmmm, yes, baby. Daddy's here," he whispered back. "Give Daddy a
kiss."
It was what Cindy dreamed of hearing. It sounded so real, so tender,
and she so longed to hear those words. She moaned and attacked his
lips with her own. Their mouths mashed together, tongues alive and
dueling. He was dry-fucking her now, pulling her tight butt against
him. She could feel his cock against her pubic bone. She humped back,
in rhythm with his motions, making sure he knew what she wanted.
She broke away and attacked his neck, whispering frantically into his
ear, "Take me home, Daddy. Let's go home."
"Yes," he hissed and shut the door behind her after she sat down. The
ride to her rental was only about six blocks, but it seemed to take
forever.
Not one word was spoken, but she scooted to his side and slid under
his waiting right arm. She dropped her right arm to his leg and began
rubbing his penis through his pants. He stroked her head gently as she
found his penis and massaged it. The size and hardness of it made her
shiver.
"Good girl," he said softly, encouraging her exploration and kissing
her on the forehead. "Rub it for Daddy."
She moved her hand lightly it up and down its entire length. It was
big, just like she remembered Daddy's cock was all those years ago.
Cindy's panties were soaked. She started rotating her ass against the
seat as she held Professor Janis' penis through his pants. She was
afraid to move, afraid to say anything she didn't want to break the
fantasy spell that had them tightly and maddeningly bound together at
that moment.
But she did start rubbing his cock harder. He stroked her hair more,
kissed her again and whispered in her ear, "That's my girl. Yes, Daddy
likes that. Do you like doing that, honey?"
His voice was so gentle, so tender, so loving his hand on her hair,
ear, neck his tender kisses gave her more goose bumps as she rubbed
his big cock.
It felt like it could be real, that he really was her daddy, the one
whose cock she had almost sucked. She suddenly knew this man was it--
the Daddy she had always wanted, sharing her fantasies.
"Uh-huh, Daddy. I like it a lot Daddy?"
"Yes, baby," he said, turning away from her to park his Bronco in
front of her house.
"Are you going to be my daddy?" she asked, still rubbing his fat cock
through his pants, but looking up into his face now as they pulled up
at her house.
"Oh, yes, sweetheart, if you want me to be. Do you want me to be your
Daddy?" he asked, really getting into the fantasy with her, cradling
her face in his hands, kissing her lightly.
"Oh, yes, yes, please, Daddy. I do. I want to be your little girl,"
she trembled as she said it, surrendering herself to her fantasy,
trusting him now, because he played her game so well.
He kissed her again, tenderly on her forehead, and his hand went to
her dress where he gently cupped her tiny titties. He kept his mouth
an inch away from hers and stuck his tongue out. She did the same, and
their tongues entwined, mouths open as she rubbed his cock faster and
he found her distended nipples, sticking out from her tiny breasts. He
broke it off.
"Let's go inside. It wouldn't do for neighbors to see a girl doing
this with her daddy," he said, falling deeper into the fantasy's
spell.
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