Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

One thing that most women could say of winter it was one of the easiest and most comfortable seasons to dress for. Sarah loved this time of year, because a pair of cute spandex, boots, and an overlong sweater was all that was needed, with a coat for extreme temperatures. She herself had done just that this morning when she had gotten ready for class. And the black leggings clung to every curve of her ass as her Father pulled the blankets down over her hip. The knit sweater, large and made to hang to her thighs, was pulled up from Sarah's tossing. It rode high upon her body, exposing a long line of firm flesh, and the apple round rear end that was usually demurely covered with her sweater or coat. Now, curled as she was upon the bed, the spandex were pulled tight to reveal the pale cheeks of her ass , highlighted by the dark and scant panties that had disappeared somewhere between them. And while the girl did curl a little tighter at the sudden chill, she did not quite wake. Instead, the girl shifted just enough that the underside of heavy breasts peeked out from under the rumpled sweater. Still, Sarah continued to sleep, the picture of innocence. Sweet, untouched and forbidden, she slept quietly, breathing evenly, and was completely unaware that her Father was obeying one of the most primal and necessary urges, trying desperately to assuage them. Innocent to the knowledge that she was the object of her father's desires, the girl continued to sleep, and would have continued to sleep had her Father not run his fingers through her hair. It had always been a comforting gesture when she had been little, a sensation she had craved. She loved it when her Daddy would indulge her as a child, and brush or braid her hair, and she would calm any tears soon enough when her Daddy would hold her close and pet her hair while he hugged her. It was a pleasant sensation to wake up to as well, though she had not expected to slide her eyes open again so soon after closing them. Blue eyes fluttered open, and Sarah gave a slow stretch that made the cling of the material to the girl's ass all the more sheer. Her eyes shifted back though, and turned her meet her Father's gaze first. Then her gaze dropped down and she saw the monster in his hand. Her lips parted with shock, and the girl felt her throat growing a little tight. Her Father was... well, utterly huge, his length monstrous enough to make things low in her belly clench as she stared at him. And despite herself, her face flushed as she thought of what he might look like fully hard. Her lips parted with shock, and her face began to flush as she felt her nipples tightening, and the girl realized that they had slipped from beneath the sweater, and were becoming hard little peaks in the chill of the air. Her hands came up automatically to cover them with the demureness that one would expect from Daddy's little girl... but her brows were knitting, an almost imperceptible change coming over her face as she stared up to the man. This was wrong, terribly wrong, but the way her Father stared down at her was mesmerizing. There was fear there, but there was an undeniable rush of adrenaline as well, the knowledge that she was suddenly prey without ever knowing she was being stalked... And that knowledge flushed through her, making her heart pound just a bit as her eyes drifted back down to her Daddy's dick. Her tongue slipped against her lips to wet them, and she shifted upon the mattress as her face flushed, and she glanced up to the man above her once more, You're touching yourself... she pointed out in a quiet voice. While you're looking at me, Daddy...