Daddy's girl

Before reading this I ask that you not judge me and try to have an open mind. I speak about these experiences as an adult woman. I DO NOT want to have sex with my dad or grandpa or uncle or anything like that. But somehow along lifes road, my instinctual need to be wanted by my father intertwined with who I was sexually and my need for attention from a mature male manifested itself into a bit of a fetish.

Aside from the usual promiscuity that will develop as a girl yearns for the touch of a father figure, other venues had also become a source of excitement for me such as my girlfriends fathers, doctors, teachers, pastors, and the like. I have several somewhat skewed experiences to share, but the bottom line in all my escapades seems to be that I have a deep gnawing desire to please a father figure in any possible way and an insatiable hunger for a stern-yet loving disciplinarian to meat out punishment.

At friends houses I would do such things as always hugging their fathers-pushing my breasts into their chests, undressing without closing the door in the hopes that her father would see me. I often fantasized about leaving the bedroom door open just a crack then lure him with soft moaning, just loud enough for him to come and investigate. Only to find me laying on the bed, legs spread, one hand pinching my erect nipple and the other hand between my legs stroking and fingering my wet pussy for him. I imagined that he would be mesmerized, unable to look away from my beautiful form splayed out for him. I would hear the creaking door open an inch more and as I looked toward the noise I would see his tall strong shadow in the doorway. I would hold his gaze for a moment, just long enough to make my intentions clear. I want him, need him to watch me. I need him to be deeply aroused by what I am doing just for for him. As I hear his footsteps approaching the bed, I close my eyes and wimper softly as I spread my pussy lips wide apart with my fingers. I want him to see how wet I am for him. Without words I am inviting, begging, him to to touch me. When I feel his strong hand on my thigh, my excitement heightens and I can feel the wetness dripping and flowing from me. I can feel the heat of his eyes fixed on the sweet, pink, juiciest pussy he's seen in years. I want to feel his hands on my knees, gently spreading my legs as wide open as possible, I want to feel him stroking my wetness, I want to feel the pointed tip of his hot tongue tickling my slit and tasting my warm juices. I want to feel him slide a long thick finger deep inside me and take delight in the state of extasy he has put me in made so very obvious as I writh and softly cry out - soaking his hand with my pulsating warm gushes of cum as he pushes his manly fingers deep inside me.

I was able to play on this particular fantasy with the help of my fiance one night last summer. It wasn't exactly as I described, but it fed my hunger. I loved watching the mans eyes on me. An older gentlemen, perhaps 65 or so, about the age of my father and quite handsome. He was walking out of the grocery store when I walked up to him in a jean mini skirt, flip flops and a white tank top. I asked him if he could help me with my hatch because I couldn't get it open. He readily agreed and followed me over to my SUV. I told him I would have to get in through the door and climb over the back seat to flip a latch while he lifted up on the lever outside. I could tell he was a little taken back as I bent over the seat to give him a nice look down my tank top. I hopped over the back seat and told him to lift the lever which of course opened the hatch because it wasn't broke to begin with. I thanked him and asked him to hold it open a moment. I then laid back and hiked my skirt up around my waist. Before he even had a moment to react I was splayed out before him, my long tan legs spread wide. I dipped a finger into my already excited and dripping pussy and rubbed the sweet juice on my clit. Gazing enticingly into his eyes I softly moaned and watched for his reaction. He glanced nervously around the dark parking lot and then fixed his eyes on me. Standing outside with the back hatch open he watched intently as I fingered myself deeply for him. I spread my pussy lips and invited him to touch me. He hesitantly rached in and stroked my slippery clit. I responded eagerly to him and his enthusiasm increased. He leaned in and I lifted my tank top reavealing my long erect nipples. He was so skilled and expereinced. He pinched and rolled my nipples in his weathered hands. Then slid his big fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. I climaxed powerfully, squirting juices, and he excitedely smeared my cum all over my clit, bringing me to orgasm several times. I thanked him, and sort of giggled as I got up and pulled my self together. He looked a little dumbfounded but I am sure he enjoyed himself. I kissed him on the cheek and we parted ways. My fiance took in the scene from a nearby parked car. We enjoy voyeurism and I have other expereinces I will share a little later.