Not a Slut - Sex Stories

Not a Slut

... off.” I went to bed that night, my mind relieved. It wasn’t me! Dad just needed any woman and I was the closest he had. He might be a pervert, but at least he wasn’t a pervert who wanted to take his daughter’s virginity or get me pregnant. The next morning before my shower I took of my underwear and placed them in the bottom of the empty hamper with a smile, knowing that I was helping my dad out. Sure enough, when I came home after school, I checked and saw a fresh new wet patch on them. Problem solved! *** “Honey,” Dad whispered, shaking me awake and standing at the side of my bed later that night. He was whispering, trying not to wake up Elle. “Hm?” I grunted. “What is it, Daddy?” “Honey, I’m sorry to wake you but I got horny tonight and was just about to finish jerking off, but I looked in the hamper and didn’t see your new dirty panties in there yet, just the ones from this afternoon.” “Sorry, I take them off in the morning.” I mumbled. “Do you have any others in here that I could use?” “No, sorry, only the ones I’m wearing.” I shook my head and turned back into my pillow, trying to fall back asleep. “Oh, okay, that works.” That woke me up a little. Dad wanted me to take off my panties while he was two feet away? But I did promise... I let out a sigh, “Okay, just turn around and I’ll get them off--” “No, that’s okay, honey, you don’t have to take them off, I can just do it here.” I opened my eyes wide, confused. I watched my dad reach down and grab my sheets, pulling ...

... them aside with one hand and holding his thing with the other. He looked straight at my crotch. “Daddy?” “It’s okay, honey, you don’t have to do anything, just turn toward me a little and spread your legs a bit.” My cheeks flushed red. He wanted to do it while the underwear was ON me? I was about to protest, but remembered that I had promised. And I certainly didn’t want him doing this into my clean pairs or I might get some in me! He gently grabbed the inside of my thigh and rotated me on the bed until my crotch was right below him and inched closer. He slowly stroked his thing as he stared right between my legs. The only thing keeping him from seeing my vagina... my pussy, was the thin layer of cotton covering my crotch, but the way he was staring it was like he could see right through them. It was so embarrassing, but strangely it also kind of felt nice too. He was thinking sexual thoughts as he looked at MY pussy. Well, at my underwear over it, anyway. He was probably imagining it shaved, or dripping wet, or that it looked like mom’s, or someone’s from work. I quietly stared at his thing… his penis, as he jacked off for a few minutes. Watching him stroke it while he was standing above me was even more intimidating than when I saw it in the bathroom - it couldn’t have been more than 6 inches long, but to me it looked more like 12. For a girl who had never even had a finger inside of her, I could never imagine how something like that could ever fit between my legs. But the ...