Daddy’s Little Girl

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I heard a slam and rambunctious laughter, signaling the arrival of my daughter and her best friend. “So,” Michelle’s voice traveled in from the front hallway, presumably continuing a story. “I told him to go fuck himself.” “Misha!” My daughter, Lea, exclaimed, using the nickname she dubbed her when they were toddlers. As they came in view of the kitchen where I was enjoying a snack, I saw her duck her head closer and lower her voice. “Did you really say that to Mr. Harrell?” “More or less,” Michelle continued nonchalantly. “He was being a dick, after all. But I have PASS next week, so I guess he got the last laugh. But whatever,” she said carelessly. “It’s not like I’ve never had PASS before; I’ll survive the two hour detention with the dickwad.” Lea laughed, so preciously, it brought a smile to my face. I cleared my throat to make my presence aware, relishing in the shock on both of their faces. “One of these days you’ll have to improve that attitude of yours, Misha,” I threw a smirk in her direction as I watched the blush rise to her cheeks. “Before you’re punished with more than an extended detention.” “I know,” she said, abashed. I saw Lea look down at her feet, probably feeling awkward. Her eyes flew up to meet mine, begging me to not embarrass her by reprimanding her friend. I sighed, not being able to resist my little girl. “But it’s nice to know you have some spitfire in you. It’s admirable, and I hope Lea’s caught some of that from you.” Michelle gave me a cheeky grin and a wink. “You know it, sir.” I groaned. “How many times do I have to tell escort you to not call me that? You’d think the lack of respect for authority would apply to me!” “And that’s why I love to do it, sir!” Michelle mock saluted me, causing Lea to giggle adorably. “It’s nice to see you home so early, Daddy, but Misha and I need to work on our science project,” Lea piped up. “Not before you give me a kiss, sweetheart.” She smiled brightly before bounding over to me. I almost groaned at the sight of her tits jiggling slightly with the enthusiasm in her step. The white, partially translucent button up she was wearing was deliciously tempting, outlining her perky breasts in that innocent white bra. She placed her small hand on my shoulder, delicately kissing me on my cheek. Her long, blonde hair frustratingly obscured my view of her breasts. “Have a good time, girls!” “We will,” Michelle called, already having turned around. “Piggie-back ride!” Lea exclaimed, rushing up behind Misha to climb on her back. I felt my arousal stirring as I saw her plaid skirt hike up her long legs. Misha and Lea were laughing as rambunctiously as when they entered the house, heading up the stairs and into her room. I unzipped my pants and unleashed my erection as soon as I knew they were out of earshot. I moaned as I played with my hard cock, thinking of the two beautiful girls. Lea was seventeen, and Michelle recently turned eighteen. Although the two had loads in common, they were practically polar opposites in their attitude and looks. Michelle was the outspoken, against the rules, bayan escort independent type. She had sleek black hair with bangs, and wore heavy eyeliner. Her uniform was always out of dress code in some way; whether it was skull covered knee highs instead of the regulation white, her skirt pulled up too high (revealing more of her perfectly shaped sweet ass), or her top having one too many unbuttoned buttons (showing off a fair amount of cleavage) – something was always off. Lea was the sweetheart, Daddy’s Little Girl. She was always nice and respectful. She had beautiful blond hair that was slightly curly and fell to right below her breasts. She never wore make up; with her clear complexion, natural rosy cheeks and long lashes, she didn’t need any. But, though they mostly differed, their body shapes were very similar; both of them sharing nearly C cup breasts, and each having a tight body. To put it simply, they were stunning. And I wanted nothing more than to fuck their brains out. I slipped my cock back in my pants, pausing my masturbation. I wanted to finish off in my room in case either of the girls came down. Usually I would wait until they were gone to jack off to the fresh sight of them because my room was directly across from Lea’s and I was afraid they would hear me. But today, I couldn’t hold back. Especially since I noticed Michelle’s lacy bra peeking through her seductively unbuttoned shirt. I heard giggling as I headed up the stairs, so I looked into Lea’s room to see what was going on. I guessed that Lea forgot to shut the door completely escort bayan as I peered through the crack in the doorway. “Misha!” Lea gasped, and I turned my attention to the raven haired girl. My eyes widened as I realized she was clad in a bikini bottom, completely topless. Her beautiful tits were bigger than I imagined, with lovely puffy nipples. My dick hardened as I saw Misha shimmy towards Lea, who had thrown hands over her eyes. “Oh relax,” Michelle said. “Just help me tie this stupid thing.” Lea uncovered her eyes slowly, only fully releasing them when she saw Misha’s back was to her, waiting for her to tie the bikini strings. I took the time to admire my daughter’s blossoming body, suddenly grateful I bought a house with a pool years ago. I stumbled away from their door as I saw them nearing it and made a dash for my room. I didn’t feel like having to explain to the two teenagers why I had a blooming erection in my pants. Hours later, I was still turned on by the sight of Michelle’s breasts. God what a sexy girl. The duo had left an hour and a half hour ago to actually work on the project at Misha’s house, where there wasn’t a pool to distract them. In the meantime, I sat under the covers, slowly stroking my cock while watching tv. Well, I should say the tv was merely on, seeing as I couldn’t focus on anything but those perfect boobs I caught a glimpse at before. A jolt went through me as I heard my daughter open my door and creep in. She was still wearing her school uniform, presumably changing back into it after swimming. I didn’t hear the front door when she came home, apparently. The surprise of her arrival causing my hand to freeze in shock, sticking as if glued I my cock. She climbed in bed and cuddled under my left arm, sighing heavily.

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