Lottie's Late Night - Sex Stories

Lottie's Late Night

... my body Daddy coddled. When his strong hand slid around to massage my ass again, his fingers pressed ever so gently against my sex from behind. I couldn't suppress the whimpering moan. I was pretty sure Daddy had just found the wet spot in my panties.

Do it, Daddy. Touch me all over. Fondle me and take what you want. Make me yours.I remained still and silent but willed him to continue breaching my boundaries. I felt so naughty for my silent prayers. After all, Daddy could have simply been massaging me to show his love and to soothe his baby girl to sleep. Maybe for him, it wasn't sexual at all and his hard dick was a simple, physical reaction he'd elected to ignore. That theory was immediately undermined by Daddy's next move.

On the next circuit of my body, he tentatively began to caress my breasts over my top. It wasn't the first time Daddy had touched my tits but usually, his hand would fall nearer the upper part of my chest than my breasts. Never before had I felt his palm slip over my sensitive nipples, supplying my nerves with an electric jolt. My entire body was made of sparkles, my need growing desperate. As horny as I was, I feared making any advancement as if he'd be angry at me for being anything less than innocent. After all, that's how he raised me - a chaste and prim virgin. If I'd encouraged him to touch my private parts, I imagined he'd reprimand me, disappointed that I'd turned an intimate, fatherly massage into something lewd. That fear turned to shame ...

... and that shame made me hornier.

Daddy grew more and more bold, first passing over my supple breasts like he was simply trying to go back and forth between my upper chest and tummy, but then started to fondle my tits in earnest, tending to each soft orb in turn. His cock was hot iron against my cheek, hindered only by his underwear. I wanted to feel the skin of Daddy's cock on my body, daring myself to turn over, pull on his waistband, and take his member into my hand. But that would destroy all pretense of innocence and I feared Daddy would reject me. I let out a soft coo of sexual longing, wriggling slightly in Daddy's lap, jostling his cock against my nose and cheek.

His focus drew in on my nipples which were as stiff as buttons. He fiddled them gently, electrifying my young body and making me hot. Next, he slowly pulled the thin strap of my top down my shoulder and carefully peeled it down until I felt the cool night air on my bare breast. My breathing quickened. Daddy had never undressed me while cuddling before.Yes, Daddy. Take it off. Strip me naked and touch me all over. Own me, Daddy!I was shocked, scared excited, and horny, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.Daddy exposed my titties!I had fantasized about it so many times I hardly could believe it was real.

His hands returned to my boobs, caressing and massaging them with firm confidence and steady nonchalance. I could almost convince myself that what we were doing wasn't sexual at all. But it's ...