She's Daddy's Little Girl


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Mult, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Incest, Father, Rough, Interracial, First, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A young private school freshman, the daughter of the school janitor, will do anything to save her father's job.

My Daddy is like the janitor at this kinda real snooty private high school, you know, so they let me go there for free. I just started there I'm in the ninth grade. For sure, I wouldn't be going here if it was just up to me, with all those bitchy rich girls who think they are just so all that and stuff. But Daddy says it's important that I get me a real good "eddy-kay-shun" as he says. He doesn't want me to turn out like my Mom who ran off with this truck driver guy three years ago when when I was eleven. But the girls here are always so mean to me. Like they're always calling me trailer park trash and making fun of me and Daddy cause he's the janitor and has to clean up after them. He says they are all little pigs!

But I don't think that's the real reason they hate me. They didn't hate me so much when I was elven and twelve when used to hang around the school with daddy, cause I was always like kinda skinny and stuff. I mean I think I was always pretty and everything, daddy says I was, but when I was eleven I didn't have any kind of figure at all. Nobody paid much attention to me. My legs, which are pretty long, kinda like Brittany's, were probably my best feature, and my hair, which is real curly and naturally blonde, is pretty good, too. But I was pretty blah otherwise, especially in the boobs and ass department. You know, the stuff guys really like. Flat as a board, that was me. I mean I just barely even filled up a A cup.

But the summer between twelve and thirteen, everything changed. I just all of a sudden started to develop. First my boobs started growing. I mean ohmygawd they would get bigger every day. They were always so tender and it just hurt so much even to touch them. But Gawd, I loved having them. Finally! But then when I would hang around the school, I'd start to get these looks First from guys. I liked that attention a lot! I mean I was like just completely spilling out of a C cup, you know, and my butt had got real round so it really did kinda look like J Lo's. I got so I just loved to look at myself in the mirror. Finally, I had a body. And I loved all the guys noticing me. A lot!!!

So the next year when I started going to school there, I already had this "reputation." Thing was, Daddy couldn't afford to buy new clothes for me, so I had to wear last year's, which were way, way tight on me, but, Gawd, they sure did show off what I had. I kinda liked that, I gotta admit. My skirts and pants just made my ass look like so fabulous, you know, and tell the truth, I could hardly get my tops buttoned. And sweaters, ohmygawd! I started getting moe and more stares from all those snooty girls' boyfriends, and that caused so much trouble. Girls just started saying horrid things about me. Actually, I didn't mind all the stares, especially the ones I got from the popular girls' boyfriends. I'd smile at them, and I loved it when they all started to come on to me. I wouldn't ever do anything, but it was fun to kinda just to flirt and stuff. So I know that's why they hate me.

A lot of teachers started looking, too. I guess I did maybe kinda flirt with them a little bit. It made me feel grown up. But maybe some of them started telling stories about me, and I just know some of the girls started saying I was easy and that all the teachers were doing me and stuff. It wasn't true, not a bit of it. They were just jealous. Believe it or not, I was still a virgin. But I think lots of people believed I was kinda like a slut, you know, I guess even some of the teachers did.

Like one time, Mr. Barnes, he's my English teacher, kept me after class and just all of a sudden started feeling me up right there in the classroom and saying that he'd like to fuck me. Ohmygawd, I was so surprised. I just ran right out of there, but the weird thing is, I kept thinking about the way he touched me and stuff and how he got all turned on and it kinda made me all tingly inside. I should of told on him, I know, but maybe I kinda liked the stuff he said to me? I dunno. It did make me feel all special and stuff. And I guess I kinda liked having an older man get all turned on. I even started to like it when he would walk by my desk when we were taking spelling tests and I could see him trying to look down my blouse. One time when I had this kinda skimpy like bra on, I even unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse and leaned way forward so he could see better. Isn't that just awful? I could see he started to get kinda hard like down there and had to walk away. I thought that was just so awesome. Like how many fourteen-year-olds can get a grown up all hot and stuff?! I hope I'm not going to turn out like my Mom. She's a whore, Daddy says.

But I guess people really were starting to say bad stuff about me, cause one day, about a month after school had started, Daddy got this letter from the headmaster saying that they were going to have to dismiss me from the school. I guess I wasn't really too, too surprised. I'm not very smart and I don't even really like school. I was flunking a lot of subjects, specially math. But I was really surprised when I read down at the bottom that like that wasn't even the reason? They were dismissing me for "moral reasons"! That's what the headmaster wrote. I mean, ohmygawd, like I couldn't believe it! The headmaster was the one that was always coming on to me the most, like putting his arm around me and "accidentally" touching my boobs and stuff like that!

Well, when I read the letter to Daddy (he doesn't read too well), he got all upset and he called the headmaster right up and told him he just couldn't do this, and Mr. Wheeler, he's the headmaster, told Daddy that they probably wouldn't need his services anymore either. Oh man, I could see Daddy got way, way upset about that. He has this kinda drinking problem, you know, and this is the first job he has ever been able to keep. They must a just kinda ignore it for some reason, cause I know he's drunk lots of times at school. Those snooty bitches tell stories about that, too!

Anyway, Daddy is almost crying on the phone, saying how he needs this job and stuff and I mean like begging Mr. Wheeler. He said he'd be willing to do anything to keep his job. It was kinda embarrassing really. I felt so, so sorry for him. It's not his fault he's an alcoholic. He says it's Mom's fault that he drinks. I guess maybe it is. She was pretty much a whore even before she ran off, Daddy says.

Good thing is, Mr. Wheeler ended up telling Daddy that the two of us could come by to his office that evening and we'd "discuss the matter." He said maybe there'd be something he could do.

Now I can see that Daddy is just like so worried and stuff. Besides his drinking problem, he doesn't have much schooling, so this job is really important to him. I can tell he's real, real scared. He gets all mad and asks me what I've been doing there at school and I tell him that I hadn't done nothing really. When I tell Daddy about some of the stuff the headmaster said to me and how he touched me and stuff (I kinda made some of it up, but I was pretty mad too, you know), well, Daddy got this really, really weird look in his eyes.

"You sayin' he kinda likes you, Honey, you know, that way?" he asks me.

"Yeah, I think he does. He's always sayin' how pretty I am and how I've grown into a beautiful woman, stuff like that."

"He calls you a growed up woman, eh. And he touches you and stuff? Do you let him?" Daddy asks me.

"I don't let him, but yeah, he's always kinda like patting me on the butt or rubbing my back and sometimes even, you know, kinda touching my boobs a little bit."

"Well, I'll be damned," Daddy said, kinda pacing around the room. "Listen, Honey, I been a thinkin'. I want y'all to wear somethin' what makes you look real, real purty when we go see Mr. Wheeler," Daddy suddenly says.

I'm like kinda surprised, but I say okay and go put on this real cute sundress and sandals that I got that summer, and when I come out and ask him how I look he just shakes his head and tells me that he means "growed up" pretty. He says I should go look at some of the stuff my Mom left behind. I thought that was kinda weird, I gotta admit, but I thought it might be kinda fun and exciting, too.

So I walked back to where Daddy keeps all Mom's old stuff and started going though it. Some of it was really outrageous, you know the kinda things like you see in Frederick's catalogues and stuff? I didn't think he wanted me to wear that kinda stuff, but since almost all of Mom's things were sexy like that, maybe he did. Tell the truth, I was getting all excited about trying some of it on. I had never ever thought about wearing clothes that looked all sexy like that, but now, you know, I really, really wanted to. Weird, I know.

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