teach me Daddy?

Hannah18

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OOC: I'm looking for a guy to play the role of my daddy, you must be Really dominant, controlling and like to get your own way, no matter what the cost, but still cares about me. My character is going to be very innocent and easily led, so I want someone to take advantage of that.

Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Age: eighteen
height: 5"2
Looks: long dark brown/almost black hair that flows in curls all the way down my back, large brown eyes. Slim and petite with a slight tan.

My mother left when I was just a baby, so growing up it was always just me and my daddy, he was a lot stricter than normal fathers so I didn't get out much; which is probably why me and him formed such a close bond. I could talk to my daddy about anything and everything and although sometimes he may get mad, he was always there to help me out. I just turned eighteen a couple of months ago and have decided that I want it to be my dad who turns me into a woman!

IC: It's late at night as I stand nervously outside the study; the very study where my father is in there working. Normally I do not disturb him as I know that he does not like it, but this was important, I just hope that he does not see me as some kind of freak after this.

Knocking on the door, I push it open slowly; peering around the corner, smiling as I see you sat there.

"Daddy can I talk to you?" I ask quietly. Stood in the doorway, dressed only in my white nightgown; it wasn't the most attractive of garments, but it was comfortable.
 
Looking up from my desk . . . stack of papers still to go thru.

Surprised by a knock this late at night. Hannah knows she is supposed to be in bed by now, I have a very strict curfew for her.

"Yes, Hannah . . . and this had better be important for you to be disturbing me at this hour. You should be in bed."
 
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I sigh lightly; a little unsure of what to do, it was important.. to me anyway, perhaps not to him.

"I know, I couldn't sleep, I was hoping I could talk to you about something..." I say, my sentance trailing off at the end as I struggle to find the right words for what I am about to ask. Part of me thought that I would not be able to go through with it. I must be crazy to even entertain the thought, but he is my daddy and there is no one that I can trust more than him.

Edging a little closer towards him, until I am stood right infront of the desk.

"You see I just turned eighteen, and I'm a woman now. But I'm still inexperience." I say the last word coming out very quietly as I look down at the floor. unable to continue.
 
"Inexperienced? I don't understand. What sort of experience are you looking for? If you need experience to get a job, I can set you up in a position with my secretary to give you some training and experience. Is that it? And why, at this hour?"
 
Apparently he wasn't going to make this easy on me! "No Daddy that's not what I meant" I say quietly as the heat slowly makes it's way up my neck and to my cheeks; staining them a dark shade of red.

"I mean with men.. I'm inexperienced with.. men" I tell him, shuffling nervously on the spot.
 
Not expecting that response, not at all. "What do you mean, not experienced with men? Do you mean dating . . . how to act on a date? Why don't you come to the office with me tomorrow and talk with my secretary. I'm sure she can help you a lot more than I can."
 
This was getting out of hand, I was trying my best to explain it to him, but he was either not seeing it or choosing not to see it.

"I want to have sex" I blurt out, without thinking. My hand immediatly flying up to my mouth as I realise what I have just admitted to you. My eyes widen as my cheeks turn an even darker shade or red, but I refuse to run away like I want to.
 
"What!!!!! You aren't married . . you don't even have a boyfriend!! What the hell are you talking about?"
 
Taking a step back; surprised by his outburst., okay so I had expected that kind of reaction, but still I didn't like it.

"Well daddy I'll be leaving for college next year and I just want my first time to be with someone I trust"
 
"Well, Hannah, who do you trust more than me . . . and I'm sure not thinking that I am the one who is going to be your first lover . . . be realistic!!"
 
"I am being realistic, who can I trust more than I do you? Who cares for me, more than you do?" I say as I step round the desk, edging myself between it and my daddy, as I stand infront of his chair.

"Please? I've been thinking about it for a while. And I really want it to be you" I say, looking up meeting his eyes.
 
"OK . . . go to your room. Give me time to wrap this up. I will let you know by text message when to meet me in my bedroom - about 15 minutes. If you decide not to proceed, I will understand, but if you decide to go thru with this, you will do everything I tell you, and exactly the way I tell you."
 
Really he was going to do it? I hadn't expected it all to happen so quickly, I feel myself starting to get nervous; nervous but excited too. Leaning down I press a small kiss against his cheek "I won't change my mind" I say, before leaving the study and hurrying back to my room.

The last part of his sentance caught my attention though, he wants me to do whatever he says? Well that wasn't so different to normal life; just a different situation.

I perch nervously on the edge of my bed just waiting.
 
Taking my time (about 30 minutes) to finish up my paperwork. I am really having second thoughts about what Hannah is asking me. I have called her Annie all her life, but at this point in time, I'm not sure if her nickname from when she was a baby is appropriate.

Picking up my cell, I text her, "Come to my room in 15 minutes. Wear nothing but a robe. Knock before entering my room."
 
Every few minutes I find myself glancing up at the clock, this is taking far longer than he said it would. Was my daddy going to back out? Had he changed his mind. I start to become more and more anxious as all these thoughts rush through my mind.

Finally the phone buzzes, eargerly I reach over, grabbing and reading the text, Fifteen minutes I can do that.

Standing, I strip from my nightgown, reaching for my silk dressing gown and pulling around myself, the smooth silk feeling good against my skin. I tie the belt tightly around my waist. Giving myself one final check in the mirror. I make my way to his bedroom.

My breathing becoming deeper as I do my best to prepare for this. Finally I raise my hand and knock, slowly pushing the door open.
 
"Come in, Annie. I will ask you one more time. Are you absolutely certain this is what you want. Once we start down this path, we will not be able to turn back. As you know, I have not been involved with any woman since your mother left us. And at times, you remind me so much of her . . . I'm not sure how I am going to react to seeing you in a sexual way."

"So, answer me, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"
 
I close the door behind me, before turning to face him once again, listening to his words. It was true, there was no going back once we started, but I don't think either of us have the choice anymore; we cannot just pretend I did not ask this.

Smiling softly up at you. "I'm sure daddy" I say, my voice surprisingly firm "I have no doubts.. this is what I want"
 
"OK, Hannah, there is no backing out now. Take your robe off and sit on the chair."
 
Taking a deep breath I nod, my trembling hands sliding down to the fastening as I fumble to get the knot undone. Finally it is loosemed and I push it back over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. It felt strange standing here so naked.. so vunerable infront of my own Daddy, buts it what I want; what I have always wanted. Making my way over, I sit down on the chair, waiting for your next instruction/
 
Omigod, thinking to myself, she is gorgeous . . . how have I not noticed this as she as grown up. "Annie, I know you are wanting to learn about sex, but in order to completely enjoy the act of making love, one must understand the male and female bodies and how they respond to certain stimuli. Tonight, we will start with yours."

"To begin, I want you to lie on my bed." I turn the lights off, leaving only a small dresser lamp on. I move my fingers to your breasts, caressing them lightly and tweaking the nipples gently.

"Annie, tell me what you are feeling now. As we continue our lessons, I want you also to learn what certain parts of the body are called. I know that you girls talk together, so tell me what other words are used when you are talking about breasts."
 
This isn't what I had expected, when I had first gone to my father and asked for this, I had not expected it to happen and when he said he would do it, I had expected, just sex, not all of this build up.

Standing slowly from my chair, I walk over to the bed, laying down, looking up at you as I watch your hands, moaning softly as your hand gently caress my breasts in your hand.. it felt much better than I had expected.

I hear your last question, but it makes me feel uncomfortable; I wasn't sure I would be able to say such words.. especially to you, so I pretend that I do not hear. My eyes closing as I enjoy the feeling your hands are creating.
 
"Annie, I am waiting for an answer . . . when the girls are changing in the locker room, what words do they use when talking about your breasts."

"You said you wanted to learn about sex . . . well, little girl, I am going to teach you . . . but you are going to learn that sex is more than just 'fucking'! I'm sure you've heard that word before."
 
I nod in reply; I had heard that word before, but even the thought makes me cringe.. it sounds so dirty.

I open my mouth and then close it again as I struggle to tell you the words that I know. "I erm.. boobs.." I say quietly starting with the easiest "but most girls say.. tits" I tell you, muttering the last word quietly as my cheeks turn a dark shade of red.
 
Continuing to caress your tits as you stumble around with the words . . . tweaking your nipples a bit. "Annie, you are going to have to get used to some of these words . . . sex is not something that can always with nice words. You have to able to tell me what feels good, or what you want me to do, and you can be sure that when I tell you what to do to satisfy me, or your husbanc in the future, your breasts will probably be called something else."

"Now, tell me what you are feeling when I touch your tits and nipples. In a few minutes, I am going to have you undress me so that you will get an understanding to the man's body and what affect you have by touching him in certain places and certain ways. Are you surprised to find out that sex is more than just jumping in bed and fucking?"
 
I listen to you, trying my best not to cringe away from the words that you are using. I moan softly as I feel your hands on my breasts, squeezing them softly as I feel myself starting to get more and more turned on, my wetness slowly dripping down my thigh.

"It makes me feel really good and I..." I trail off as I glance up at you "can't we just get into bed and have sex?" I ask, blowing my hair out of my face as I turn away from you. "Please?"
 
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