You were my dirty little girl, always teasing me every chance you could. I had just slipped in to bed when you walked in wearing a see through nightie. “Daddy can I take a bath in your tub, its bigger than mine” a little pout face totally fabricated to get what you wanted. I lay there in on top of the covers in my sleeping pants sipping at a glass of whiskey watching you sway back n forth waiting for my answer. I look at you, you can see how my eyes move slowly over your body, you craved it.
“How can I refuse such a pretty girl……go on but don’t make a mess like last time.” last time you covered the floor in bubbles to get a rise out of me, always trouble. I could hear the water filling the tub and lay there imagining you slipping out of your nightie, stepping into the steamy water.
“Daddy could you help me?” What did you do know, if the floor was flooded I would tan that ass of yours. I swung my legs out of the bed and stepped in to see you laying back covered in suds, floor dry, a big grin on your face. “What’s wrong.” a few muffled giggles “Can you wash the hard to reach places?” I smirk back at you. You knew what you did to me, you pushed me to the edge all the time and tonight you were at it again. “Seriously………..” the pout face returns overlapping a smile “……….fine give me the sponge.”
“I can’t find it daddy you will just have to use your hand.” I sit on the edge of the tile and watch you turn slowly exposing your firm breasts just enough in the bubbled water to cause my cock to harden. Your back facing me I start to lather it up good as you glace over your shoulder at me. “Daddy does that hard cock in your pants mean you like washing me?” I grumble at you “Be good baby, you know exactly what you are doing to me, there your back is all done.” I start to stand as you rise from the water and turn. Body smooth, wet, dripping “But daddy I like making you hard……” giggles “…….I still need your help washing, please daddy help finish me. My legs are to long for me to reach like this.”
I sat back down and washed your ankles down in the water, your pussy so close to my face I could smell your sex building in you too. “Daddy thinks you likes my hands on you.” I jab back a bit as I move up your calves. For the first time you are quiet, just a simple nod and nibbling of your lip. I move over your knees and massage your thighs with soapy hands as you part your legs more. “Higher Daddy, please” You wanted this as much as I did so I glided my thick fingers over your puffy wet folds as you moaned. You knelt on the edge of the tub and ran your fingers through my hair as I masturbated you. I was so hard as you started to tremble and the warm creamy glazed my touch. I guess you were never too old to be washed by daddy.
Exploring Desires 