Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/ft, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Father, Daughter, First, Sex Toys, Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Public Sex,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This story is related to my previous story 'Sarah Makes My Fantasies Real' but this time it's written from Holly's POV. It might make more sense if you read the afore mentioned story first, but it's how Holly's dad meets a new girlfriend, who then turns Holly's and her dad's life upside and engineers Holly and her dad to live as a couple.
"Hush now Baby, you go to sleep, that's it you put your head down and sleep shhhhh shhhh shhhhh"
Phew! At last a few minutes to get myself sorted. I hope baby Gemma stays asleep for a bit, I need to straighten myself up for when Daddy gets home from work, oh and Sarah is coming round tonight. I'm so tired too, but still, Sarah doesn't come around that often anymore. Well, she wouldn't do I suppose, she's helping another daddy and daughter out, just like she helped me and daddy out last year
Wow! I can't believe how things have turned out. Who'd have thought me and daddy would be lovers? never mind a mummy and daddy to little Gemma.
It really helps to look back and try to figure out how I ended up giving birth to baby Gemma.
I suppose things changed about four years ago, when mummy left us to start a new life in London with a man from her work. I hate her for that. How could she leave daddy? How could she leave me, her daughter?
I remember getting home from school as normal and Daddy calling me into the lounge to tell me mummy had left. Strangely I didn't feel that upset. Especially when Daddy put his arms around me and told me how much he loved me and that he'd always be there for me, whatever life threw at us. It was just me and him now.
I felt so safe. Daddy made sure I had everything I ever needed. He was so fair too. He treated me like his princess and we did so much together, we'd watch chick flicks and tell each other jokes, he'd always find money for my school trips, he even made sure I had everything I needed when I started my periods.
My friend Sophie laughed and joked with me saying he was cool and she wished he was her dad. I just reckon she had a crush on him. Well, a couple of years later she admitted that.
Before then though, was the time I needed my first bra; he was so embarrassed telling the shop assistant what we were there to buy, but he did it. It was like he was my mum and dad rolled into one.
Every night he'd give me a cuddle and he'd tell me he loved me. I'd tell him I loved him too, so so much. He was my world.
Daddy and me were really bonding and he was so cool with everything. Even about boys, so long as I wasn't alone with them in my room. He'd say to me he was young once and he remembered what things he used to try on with the girls.
I was a bit naughty I suppose, because I used to quiz him and ask him what kind of things. Bless him, he looked embarrassed and he'd go onto to say it was fine to experiment and have fun, but there was no rush to jump into bed with them. Geez, then it was my turn to be embarrassed, but in a way it showed me he appreciated I was growing up.
I told Sophie what Daddy had said and she thought it was so cool. She said she'd like to experiment with my dad and he could take her to bed any time he wanted. She shocked me and said she'd like to let him fuck her. I told her not to be so silly and that we shouldn't even be thinking stuff like that at fifteen.
She used to ask me if I'd seen his cock, but I hadn't, well not at the time she was asking anyway.
On sleep overs she'd tease him by just wearing tee shirts, which only just covered her bum and she'd always insist on getting a hug from him too when he gave me my goodnight hug.
Sophie liked to shock me, she'd say she'd been playing with herself while thinking about my dad and she used to ask me if I'd started masturbating yet, but I told her no way and she shouldn't be doing it at her age either. She just laughed and teased me more by saying that one day he was going to take her to bed now he didn't have my mum around anymore
That got me thinking, Daddy needed someone to go out with, someone to date, especially as I was either with Sophie, or with a boy. Not that I cared for them much. They'd try it on like daddy said and I'd let them feel my boobs through my clothes. I even wanked a boy off once while he squeezed my tits. Oh my god, his white spunk went all over my jeans and I had to make sure I sponged it out of them before I put them in the wash.
I liked having my tits felt, it gave me a tingling feeling in my pussy and my knickers would be all wet when I got home. I made sure I put them deep down in my wash basket so daddy didn't see them when he came into my room.
We'd just walk into each other's bedrooms, I suppose we never thought about each other's privacy in them days, but it never seemed a problem then.
One of the girls at school told me about how her dad, who had separated from her mum, had joined a dating site on the Internet and he now had a girlfriend, which had put a smile on his face for the first time in years.
That's the answer I thought. I got the details from her and wondered how I could get him to do the same.
My friend told me what I should tell my dad to put in the advert, she told me to imagine it was me looking for someone like my dad and then to describe that very same person in the advert.
Sounded easy, so that night while I laid in bed, I thought about all daddy's good points and what I liked about him. It felt funny thinking about my dad, trying to imagine the bits of him that I liked enough to want to date him.
I remember thinking he was tall, strong, handsome, protective, had strong arms that hugged me good, nice legs, he didn't drink much like some of my friends dads did, he had a nice chest, wore nice clothes, always smelled nice, showered daily, he was open minded, fun, a great dad, worked hard, always kissed me goodnight, didn't mind me having boyfriends so long as I didn't go all the way with them, in fact there were loads of things I liked, but I couldn't put all of them down.
I knew he liked sex because of the dirty magazine I'd once found in his bedside cabinet, It was a bit of a weird one and not like the ones the boys sometimes brought to school. It showed older men and younger girls having sex and older woman and younger boys having sex and then, on some of the pages, they were all having sex together. They all looked related too, very strange. I was fascinated with it, but also scared as I shouldn't have been snooping in his drawers. It's probably a good thing I never told Stacie about that, otherwise she might have wanted sex with him even more.
Anyway, back to the dating site ad for my dad, I thought my dad was just perfect and really deserved someone to love him for what he is, so honesty had to be the best policy. I'd get him to say he was 42, separated, living with his 16 year old daughter and looking for someone aged 25 to 45.
I imagined that if he didn't put an age band on there Sophie would contact him for a date. The thought made me cringe, then I shocked myself by thinking she was a slut and didn't deserve his cock. Why that thought came to me I have no idea, maybe I was jealous, who knows!
Finally, he should put something like he wants fun and nights out. That's it. Decision made. Tomorrow, after we've eaten, it's the start of a new life for you daddy darling.