Why Daddy? Why?

[1FreakyGirl]

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In her room, Carla was sitting on her bed, looking at her year book from school. She was just about half way done with her senior year in highschool and had just turned 18 last week. She couldn't have a party last week because her parents were out of town, but tomorrow night, she would be having a big party. Her father had promised her...

Tonight he would take her to dinner, a grown up dinner out, just her and her father.

 

[Commendatore]

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Steven Barnes had it all. Successful career, loving family, all of it.

But he wasn't happy.

His wife Sandra was beautiful, but they'd grown apart. He could find and fuck any woman he wanted.

But what he wanted was his daughter Carla.

He'd tried to push it away, tried fucking young prostitutes that resembled her, tried it all. Nothing.

He's wake up in a cold sweat dreaming of her. Endlessly dreaming of her sexy young body and what he would do with it, what he wanted her to do to him. The sweet softness of her skin drove him insane. Hugs and kisses made him feel dirty, lecherous. He didn't care. He wanted her.

He'd been away on business, taking Sandra with him. Pointless. She was a zombie, dead from the neck up. It had faded years ago.

Now he was back, and his little girl had turned 18. 18. Jesus. He wanted to fuck his own teenaged daughter.

He wanted it bad.

He'd said he'd take Carla out for a special birthday dinner before her big party, just the two of them.

Just the two of them.

Steve Barnes was going to fuck his little girl if he could find a way.

Knocking gently on her door, he was ready to inquire if she had decided on what to wear. His cock ached at the thought of seeing her try on clothes.

It ached, period. All he could think of was quenching that ache in her untouched pussy.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

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Carla finished the last touches to her make up. She didn't wear much but tonight, she wore a little more than usual. Her dress fit perfectly. She giggled as she looked at herself once more in the mirror. It was a dress she had picked out herself. Paid for with her mother's credit card.

Not that she would care. Mom was never home that much anymore. Always out with her classless friends at the country club or elsewhere. No one really knew. Then again, no one probably really cared.

She opened her bedroom door carefully, making sure her father wasn't around. She wanted to surprise him with her dress. She knew he'd love it.

"Daddy?!" she yelled from the top of the stairs, hearing him answer from downstairs, Carla walked to the edge of the top of the stairs, "I'm ready!" She saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs and she did a quick turn, "How do I look?"

 

[Commendatore]

If he hadn't promised to take her out to dinner, he'd have just laid it on her right then and there.

Easy, Steve. Relax.

She looked utterly edible, flowing silk charmeuse hugging every curve of her supple body. This would be the longest dinner of his life.


"Oh, honey, you look so beautiful (Fuckable). I'll be the proudest father in the whole place (who wants to fuck his own daughter)."

"Are you ready? I have a table reserved for us that overlooks the whole city at Canlis. Should be a great time."

He beckoned her downstairs, keys to the Benz CLS 550 in his hand.

God she was beautiful.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

With a sweet smile, Carla gave her father a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you for the compliment daddy, you're too good to me!" She said with an excited tone in her voice.

Sweeping pass him, Carla was sure he could smell her perfume. The one he had gotten her from Hawaii last month. She had begged to go with him but her mom didn't want her missing any school.

She hated her mother for that.

Out at the car, her daddy held the door open for her, she never noticed the look of yearning he had in his eyes for her.

On the way to the restaurant Carla made small talk with her father, telling him about her party tomorrow. It was going to be held at her best friend's house-something she had failed to tell him.

"Is that OK with you daddy?" Carla asked, adding that 'I can get away with murder' tone in her voice, hopefully he was OK with it.

 

[Commendatore]

"Of course, sweetheart. I know I haven't been around a lot lately, there's no reason for me to be mad about you having your party at a friend's house. Let me know if you need anything. Watch out for those boys, though. You know what they're interested in." He smiled half innocently, half crookedly.

Her perfume was evil, seductive. He was almost sorry he'd gotten it for her. Not quite.

The drive was uneventful.

The valet parked the car as they headed inside. They were seated immediately; Barnes was a regular. The table he'd reserved looked out over the entire city, an amazing panorama. Elegant linens and dishes were everywhere, and neatly-attired staff moved about efficiently.

They sat.

"Carla, honey, I just want you know that you can have anything you want. I wonder, though, if you won't trust me to order for us. I love food, and I think you'll appreciate some of the things I can introduce you to. And of course, you can drink tonight. You're old enough" He smiled seductively at his own daughter.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

Carla had never been to the Canlis and she looked around, taking in her surroundings with wide eyes. She loved that her family was well off. Her father worked hard for the family and she respected that so much that she wanted to be just like him. Have people at your beck and call. Making sure you were taken care of.

It wasn't that she was stuck up but this was her life and it was how she was brought up.

Her father held out her chair for her, she didn't notice how close he lingered next to her face before giving her a light peck on the cheek.

When he sat down and suggested that he order the food for both of them, she couldn't help but smile brightly, "Sure daddy, I trust you!" She was a little giddy for saying that she could have a drink. Not her first drink really but her first drink she would have with her father.

She saw that the waitstaff was being extremely attentive with them. "I bet they're ready to jump off the roof for you daddy," she said with a giggle as she took a sip of water. Just then, a young waiter caught her eye and he smiled at her, and she couldn't help but smile back before quickly turning her attention back to her father.

 

[Commendatore]

"I bet they're ready to jump off the roof for you daddy"

He smiled. "Maybe so, sweetheart. Could you blame them?"

The waiter came and took their order. Two Stolichnaya martinis, up, 2 olives. A dozen Penn Cove oysters on the half shell with mignonette. That would start. They brought it all quickly.

Steven gazed at his little girl. He also gazed at a beautiful woman. He raised his glass to her in a toast.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

Just after about 4 sips of her drink, Carla could already feel the affects and it made her giggle. The food arrived and it looked AND smelled delicious!

"Mmm, this looks great daddy!" She exclaimed and took a fork, but before her first bite, she gazed at her father, "So...what kind of car are you going to get me?" She asked with coy look in her eyes. Carla knew her father had a gift for her, a special gift since she was 18. She had hinted several times before that she could use a car.

"It doesn't have to be anything fancy you know, just something...effecient."

 

[Commendatore]

"Going to get you? I'm not going to get you a car, honey."

He waited a moment for her face to begin falling.

"I already got you a car. You can drive it to your party. It's efficient and fancy, I hope that's ok." He smiled broadly, and her girl giddiness came back instantly. She almost squealed with the delight of it.

"Do you know why people consider raw oysters to be an aphrodisiac?", Steve asked his daughter.

"There are a lot of theories. The one I believe is this: If you'll eat a raw oyster, you can't possibly be squeamish about doing anything at all in bed. Always remember that."

Steve spooned a bit of mignonette onto an oyster, put it to his lips, and sucked the meat out of the shell, swallowing it whole. He chased it with a sip of his ice-cold martini.

"How's your drink, sweetheart?"

 

[1FreakyGirl]

Carla wanted to scream with excitement when she found out she was getting a car. And if she knew her father well, he got her something she knew she would like with out a doubt!

But this wasn't the place to thank him, she knew her father well enough, who else would know him? Her mother? She hardly talked to any one any more, unless it was about shopping.

She blushed a little when he said that about not being squeamish in bed. She wanted to be everything for her father. There was no way she was going to let him think she was squeamish at all. With a brave face, she picked up an oyster and copied him.

"Oh wow---" she said as she quickly chased it down with a sip of her martini, which only seemed to heightened the taste of the oyster, "That is actually really good."

She giggled again as the drink seemed to relax her more, "So Daddy, what else do you have planned for us tonight?" She giggled and looked him in the eyes, leaning forward with her elbows resting on the table, a clearer look down the front of her dress was evident.

 

[Commendatore]

"That is actually really good."

"Of course it is. I'm glad to see you have good taste, too." He smiled very, very broadly. Fatherly pride was only part of it. The rest was thinking about her swallowing him whole. He considered it for a moment. Steve decided that his lovely, innocent daughter's sweet face full of his dick was about the sexiest thing he could imagine. He wanted to be repulsed by the the thought, the vivid image. He couldn't. It was in there. He wanted to make it real. Seeing her exquisite breasts couched in silk as she leaned over the table giggling was of no help at all.

"So Daddy, what else do you have planned for us tonight?"

"Well, sweetheart, I thought we might go out dancing. You're not too old to take a turn with your father, are you?"

The waiter came and Barnes ordered the next courses. Sorbet to cleanse the palate. Next was Dungeness crab bisque with an Austrian Gruner Veltliner wine, then Frenched rack of lamb with asparagus and wild mushrooms as the main course, served with Cabernet Sauvignon. Following that would be an herb salad, then the cheese tray with Porto. Dessert would be espresso served Italian style, sugared, black and with lemon zest, and a selection of Belgian truffles.

Steve still thought the thing that sounded best was Carla.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

The dinner was extremely good. It was the best thing Carla had in a long time. That in conjunction with the drinks, this was turning out to be a better night than she had thought it would.

As they had finished up dessert, Carla hadn't realized that her and her father were sitting closer together as the night progressed. It wasn't all that strange to her though. Carla and her father were always close. After all, she was an only child. They were closer to each other than her and her mother were. In fact her mother had once said it was a burden being pregnant with Carla and that she hated it!

The alcohol from the drinks had hit her full force and she was sure she was extremely relaxed, finding that she was placing her hand on her father's lap.

 

[Commendatore]

It was a good dinner. That, and any meal spent in fine company tasted better, Steve knew.

So here was his little girl, all cuddled up to him with her hand in his lap. He stopped feeling bad. He'd suggested the drinks to gauge her. Now he knew. It wasn't just daddy worship, she wanted it, too. Slut.

"Your hand feels good there, Carla. You always did know how to make me feel so good, ever since you were little."

His cock was hard and daggerlike down the leg of his slacks, inches from her fingertips.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

When another drink was placed before her, Carla took a tentative sip of it. Like the others, it was strong but she wanted to show her father she wasn't going to back down.

"Your hand feels good there, Carla. You always did know how to make me feel so good, ever since you were little."

This time, it was a bigger sip, she then smiled at him, "Well, I always want to make you feel good daddy, after the way I've see Mom behave at times. I don't know why she's like that (another sip taken), but anyway, yes, I want to make you feel good daddy. You've been so good to me all my life, I want to do something to thank you." Her eyes were locked with him, her hand moved up his thigh just a bit and she gasped.

Quickly Carla pulled her hand away, "Daddy..." she said, a small, yearning in her voice as she moved her hand back up his thigh toward his hard cock.

 

[Commendatore]

Steve looked around to see if any of this was visible. He was a regular here, after all. He decided it wasn't.

"Go ahead, honey...you can touch it. It's only natural to be curious."

He was looking right into her eyes, the way a snake mesmerizes prey.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

She was so close she could smell her father's cologne, it was such a strong, intoxicating scent, Carla felt her stomach flutter with anticipation. With no hesitation, which a daughter should've had when her father said it was ok to touch him, she had none.

Like a magnet to metal, her hand rubbed her father's cock, giving it a nice long hard squeeze in between strokes.

Her father reacted and that pleased her, encouraged her.

"It's so big Daddy." she said in a hushed whisper. Carla couldn't help but notice her panties beneath her dress feel as though it was starting to get a little damp.

 

[Commendatore]

Oh, yes.

She wasn't shy at all, stroking the length and squeezing gently-but-firmly on it. Steven smiled.

"What a good little girl you are, Carla. You're making daddy very happy." She knew how to make it feel good, how to treat him.

"It's so big Daddy."

His smile became even more crooked, more corrupt, more satisfied.

"I'm glad you like it, honey. You've become such a beautiful woman, I couldn't help but be turned on by you, your nearness. You're far lovelier than your mother."

"So, should we go some where else? We can do anything we want tonight, Carla. Anything."

 

[1FreakyGirl]

Blushing at the comment about her being more beautiful than her mother, Carla smiled in spite of it. Her mother had once said the same thing, only it was in an envious tone. But with her father, he spoke of it proudly and that made her happy!

"So, should we go some where else? We can do anything we want tonight, Carla. Anything."

Anything? she thought and grinned even more, almost like a cheshire cat. Nodding with a little girl eagerness, Carla gave her father's cock another firm squeeze, "Would you be mad if I said that I don't want to go dancing daddy? I just want to go somewhere quiet." She told him in a breathless whisper.

 

[Commendatore]

"Would you be mad if I said that I don't want to go dancing daddy? I just want to go somewhere quiet."

"We can do anything you want, honey. I said anything and I meant it."

His face was suggestive, satisfied. He looked over his daughter's body like he was buying her at an auction. Carla looked so happy, so radiant, he couldn't help but want her more. Desire is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

"What did you have in mind? Or shall I decide? Somewhere private, or somewhere people do anything they want right out in the open?"

Steven didn't care. He was happy to have her all to himself, or show her off. His daughter was an extremely hot piece of ass.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

"Not to sound spoiled Daddy, but I figure it's my birthday celebration so I would more than happy if you pick some where we can go--preferrably some place quiet where it can be just the two of us." Carla said with a bit of nervousness and anticipation in her voice.

Carla was certain her pussy was gushing at this point. She wasn't all that stupid when it came to sex. She knew what the act was and what it meant to want to have these sort of feelings for you father, but she didn't care. What she and her daddy shared was something special. Some thing she would enjoy.

"Shall we daddy?" She said in her sweetest, little girl voice. Her eyes pleading.

 

[Commendatore]

Her doe eyes and little girl voice were about as corrupt a thing as he could conceive. No man could resist someting so incredibly wrong.

"Shall we daddy?"

He took her hand the way he used to when she was a little girl. Sweetly.

"Of course, honey. I know just the place."

They walked from the restaurant with brio.

The valet brough the car around, and Steven Barnes drove his daughter to the place he'd bought after Carla's mother had shut down on him sexually. A love nest.

The opulent condo overlooked the whole of Seattle from atop Queen Anne hill. White stone, the building was illuminated sultrily with red and amber lights which made it glow. Steve waved his card key and the lock beeped, admitting them.

Inside, the place looked like an Italian Villa. Lush tropical plants bloomed and snaked throughout. The furniture was all custom, scarlet and ivory silk damask that lent a regal air. Old masters paintings hung throughout, as did modern erotic photography. A massive picture window with one-way tint revealed the whole of the Puget Sound laid out below like a handful of scattered diamonds and jades.

Dominating the room from the center was a massive ebony wood four-post bed. An ivory duvet covered it; the sheets were black silk satin and looked like sin itself.

"Make yourself comfortable, honey", Steve told his daughter seductively.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

Carla didn't have to be told twice about getting comfortable. She kicked off her 4 inch high heels and let her feet sink into the ultra plush carpet. It felt so good. This place had such a warm, welcome feeling.

"What is this place Daddy?" She asked, the little girl curiosity tone still in her voice.

She looked around and made her way toward the window and it's perfect view. She had always loved the city and now that she was growing up, she would be able to experience more of it. All with her father's help.

 

[Commendatore]

"What is this place Daddy?"

"This is the place I bought as a retreat when your mother quit wanting to have sex. I brought my lovers here. Everything in it is designed to relax, pamper, and soothe. Oh, and titillate." He winked at her, and strolled over to the bar, pouring himself a short snifter of Armagnac. He pressed a key on a pad at the bar, and a panel slid open on the left side of the room, revealing a softly-lit misty garden room. In the center was a stone jacuzzi tub, built to look as if it were a completely organic part of the surroundings. A slight smell of orchid and jasmine drifted from the space.

"Enjoy yourself, sweetheart. If you decide you want to change, (he gestured to a shoji panel at the other end of the room) there are all sorts of comfortable things behind the screen."

 

[1FreakyGirl]

That sounded like her mother, thought Carla. She watched as her father spoke and it was then she realized how handsome he was for a father. No wonder her other girlfriends were always wanting to come over to their house. He was so kind and gentle that she started to hate her mother for treating him the say she had.

"Enjoy yourself, sweetheart. If you decide you want to change, (he gestured to a shoji panel at the other end of the room) there are all sorts of comfortable things behind the screen."

Carla looked at the screen and smiled. There was still a little girl curiosity gleen in her eyes as she squealed and quickly walked to the screen, peering around it.

She let out a small gasp as she saw the selection of clothing. Some of it was sheer but classy, some were made of pure silk and some barely there. Strangely enough, they were all her size, size 2.

Not bothering to dwell on it, Carla disappeared behind the screen and quickly shed her expensive dress. It was a pretty dress but she wanted to be comfortable and had this odd feeling she wanted to show off for her daddy.

"I don't know if I can decide." She said out loud. A few more minutes passed when she finally picked a sky blue babydoll made of the sheerest of materials and a matching thong. She left her long, dark brown hair hanging loosely and she giggled nervously as she stepped out from behind the screen.

With another little twirl, she asked her father, "Is this OK daddy?"