Sleeping in Daddy's Bed

by Aimee Lattimore

  Sleeping in Daddy's Bed

  Sleeping in Daddy's Bed

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  Sleeping in Daddy's Bed

  By Aimee Lattimore

  Copyright 2011 Aimee Lattimore

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  Kathy hurried through the cold hallway to her bedroom. The bathroom had felt like a meat locker. Even though Kathy's stepfather, Tom, had assured her it wasn't going to be cold enough for the pipes to freeze while the power was out, she felt like she was going to freeze solid. She scurried into her bedroom and dived under the blankets, shivering in her sweats and socks and her stepfather's old sweatshirt. She usually slept nude, something that had made her feel sexy and just a little bit like a bad girl when she'd started. Now she had a hard time sleeping if she was wearing anything.

  Kathy would rather be cuddled up with him than just wearing his sweatshirt. It had taken all her willpower go to her room instead of his.

  Kathy's dad had died in the line of duty while putting out a house fire when Kathy was two. Her mom had married Tom right after Kathy turned thirteen. By the time cancer had taken her mom two years later, Tom had adopted Kathy, though it was a formality as far as they were concerned. Tom was already her Daddy in every way that counted.

  But Tom was much more than just her Daddy, and now that she was eighteen, it was driving Kathy insane trying to find a way for him to notice that she wasn't a little girl any more.

  Kathy shivered in her cold bed. Their house was old and she'd been helping Daddy restore it bit by bit for years. During the summer, the old tree had taken out part of the roof next to Daddy's bedroom, and they'd focused on that side of the house, adding insulation and replacing the windows in addition to having the entire roof replaced. They'd hoped to get the area around her bedroom done before winter hit, but Daddy's job had gotten busy, and that part of the project had gotten delayed over and over. He'd suggested she move into the dorms for the spring semester since it didn't look like they'd be able to get the work done until later, but she didn't want to be away from him. Even if he wasn't ever going to be anything more to her than her Daddy, she couldn't stand to be parted from him.

  But now she was paying the price.

  Her hands were freezing and even under her blankets, it seemed barely warmer than outside them. Kathy shivered as she slipped her cold hands under her sweatshirt and then between her ample breasts and her torso. God! That was warm. Slowly her hands warmed, and as she wiggled her fingers, her breasts moved, rubbing her nipples against the inside of her Daddy's sweatshirt sending shocks of pleasure straight to her clit. She wondered, again, what it would be like to finally have someone else's hands on her tits. To finally have someone else's hands on her clit. To finally have a man's hard dick in her cunt.

  She wondered if Daddy's hands were cold, and if they were, if she could offer to warm them for him.

  Kathy had dated a boy or two in high school, but never seriously and never gotten more than a kiss from them. She knew she was pretty enough, petite, and certainly got enough boys looking at her cleavage, but none ever seemed interested enough. Her best friend, Sarah, had told her that Kathy sent out a vibe that said "not available". It had taken a long time before Kathy understood why.

  Like the song said, her heart belonged to Daddy.

  She shivered again. Her muscles were beginning to ache from the cold. It was still fairly early, but with no power, there wasn't much more to do but go to bed and try to stay warm. Now she was not only cold, but turned on from her hands on her breasts and thinking about Daddy. Kathy's cunt was wet, and when she shifted positions to try and find a warmer spot, her slick and swollen cunt lips rubbed together in a way that warmed her more than any of her blankets.

  But not as much as Daddy's arms around her would warm her.

  Kathy rubbed her nipples and pressed her thighs together, unable to keep her hands off of herself, but longing to have Daddy's hands on her instead. Between her increasing desire and the cold, she decided it was time. Time to take the chance. Time to see if she'd imagined the looks Daddy had given her, imagined his reluctance to hug her sometimes when she could see he was hard, imagined that he didn't date nearly as often as he could have, despite his claims to the contrary. She didn't think he'd been out with a woman for over a year now.

  Kathy steeled herself and then threw the covers off. The cold hit her as she rolled out of bed. Kathy grabbed one of her blankets and wrapped up in it as she left her room. She probably only imagined the cold breeze in the hallway, but it made her shiver even harder. Between her socks on the slick, newly refinished floor, her tight muscles and her swollen cunt, walking wasn't easy, but she moved as fast as she could to Daddy's door.

  She put her hand on the knob, and for a moment she nearly chickened out. Nearly turned around and headed back to her own room; her own bed to shiver out the rest of the night alone. Instead she turned the knob, not daring to breathe, not sure if she wanted him to be awake or asleep and not sure what she'd do in either case.

  "Daddy?" she whispered into the darkness. There was no answer, so Kathy stepped in, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. Daddy's room was so much warmer than the hallway. She knew it wasn't really warm, but the contrast made it seem so. She tiptoed toward the bed, moonlight seeping in around the blinds the only illumination she had. When she got there, she could see him, curled up under his blankets on his side, his brown hair tousled on his pillow, his face barely visible. He was in the center of the bed, but it was a king, so there was plenty of room.

  Kathy chewed on her bottom lip; seeing him there, being in his room like this sent her arousal soaring. She knew she wasn't supposed to be in there, that this wasn't what most people would think was right, but for her, for them, she knew it was the right thing.

  Kathy let her blanket fall and kicked it out of the way. She started to slide under the covers and realized if she was going to do this, then she should go all the way. It only took a moment to strip off Daddy's sweatshirt, her nipples hard and pointed as her heavy tits swayed in the cold air. She only hesitated a moment before she slipped her sweats off her hips and stepped out of them, kicking them toward her blanket in the darkness. She debated leaving her socks on, but as she grew used to the temperature of the room, she stopped worrying about them and slipped under the covers, scooting toward the center of the bed where Daddy was, his warmth drawing her like a moth to a flame.

  "Kathy?" Daddy muttered, clearly not completely awake. "Bad dream, Little One?" Kathy loved it when he called her that, loved how her insides twisted up and her cunt got warm and wet.

  "I'm cold, Daddy," Kathy snuggled up next to him, closing her eyes and moaning when all she felt was skin. Daddy was sleeping nude, too! "Can I sleep with you?" Kathy sighed as Daddy put his arms around her, just the way he'd done for years while sitting together to watch a scary movie, or when he'd tell her a story, but now it meant so much more.

  "What the hell?" Suddenly, Daddy wasn't asleep anymore and Kathy's breath caught in her chest as he stared at her, blinking in the moonlit darkness. "Kathy, what," he started to speak but couldn't seem to get the words out. Kathy took comfort from the fact that he hadn't tossed her out of bed and still had his arms around her, though they were stiff.

  There was something against her thigh that w
as also stiff. Kathy's cunt gushed and she couldn't decide if her sudden warmth was arousal or embarrassment or a little of both. His dick was big, so much bigger than her fingers, and they were the only things she'd ever had inside her. For a moment, she feared it wouldn't fit and what would happen then?

  "Please, Daddy," Kathy felt her eyes well up, "please let me stay?" She chewed on her bottom lip and slowly extended one hand and placed her palm on Daddy's chest. His skin was warm and his heartbeat fast. Daddy's hair tickled her palm and Kathy found herself petting him, smoothing his chest hair until she came to his nipple. She rubbed it slightly, like she rubbed her own, and he gasped, his dick jumping against her thigh.

  "Don't do that, Little One," his voice was breathy, not like his usual confident tone.

  "But you like it, Daddy, I can tell," Kathy had read enough and heard enough from her friends to know that he had the same response to having his nipples rubbed that she had. There was something else she knew he'd like and she wanted it. Wanted it so badly. Badly enough she was willing to risk trying to taking as much of his big, hard dick inside her as she could manage.

  Kathy leaned in and kissed his nipple, loving how his arms tightened around her and delighted by his moan. Feeling emboldened by his lack of rejection, Kathy shifted so she could put her leg up over his hip, opening her cunt to him, so close to his hard dick she could almost feel it nudging her lips. She longed to feel it there.

  "Little One, what are you doing?" Daddy asked as he ran his hand through her hair, "we can't, baby girl, this isn't right." He kissed her forehead tenderly, but still didn't push her away.

  "Please, Daddy, please, I want this," Kathy put her hand tentatively on his dick, slowly growing more confident as she grew used to how it felt in her hand. "I want you, Daddy," she loved how it jumped when she called him Daddy, she thought it was like how she felt when he called her Little One.

  "God, girl, you don't know what you're asking!" Anyone who didn't know Daddy would think he was mad right then, but she could tell. She knew that tone of voice. This wasn't anger. Kathy was thrilled to hear it because she knew it meant he was fighting having something he wanted. And it was the same thing she wanted, too.

  "Yes, I do, Daddy," Kathy put all the certainty she could into her voice. "I'm not a child any more Daddy, I'm a grown up and I know what I want," she swallowed hard, her defiance fading, because this part was turning out to be harder than she expected. "I want you, Daddy. I love you," she said, her words ending in a whisper.

  She still had his dick in her hand and she felt it swell and a drop of moisture dripped onto her hand. Oh, how she wished there was more light. She wanted to see his face, see his eyes, but all she had was touch and sound and the barest of visual clues with the moonlight streaming in behind him, leaving his face in shadow. His eyes were open, she could tell that, but he was shrouded in shadow, she thought he might have licked his lips and she could hear his breath coming faster than before. He was almost panting in the darkness. Daddy's hand was still touching her hair, sometimes he clutched at it in a way that made her cunt even wetter.

  "Have you ever even been with a man, Little One?" Daddy's voice was soft now and he rubbed her back, barely brushing the top of her ass with his warm hand. "Do you really know what you're asking for, baby girl?"

  "I want you to show me, Daddy," Kathy leaned closer to his face, brushing her lips against his in the barest of kisses, "teach me, Daddy? Please?" Kathy was trembling now, but not from the cold. She knew he was right. She had only the sketchiest of ideas of what she was asking for, but something deep inside her cried out for him. Demanded that she do this, that he should be the one to have her for the first time, for all time.

  "Fuck!" Daddy swore, his hand tightening in her hair. "Are you telling me that you've never been touched?" He clutched her hip in a way that made Kathy's heart race and her cunt gush.

  "No, Daddy," she stumbled over her words, "kissed a little but nothing else, I promise, Daddy." Kathy knew it was important for him to believe her, but she wasn't sure why, just that she didn't want to disappoint him.

  "How many boys have kissed you, girl?" Daddy's voice was hard and commanding and Kathy felt herself melting under the onslaught.

  "Just two, Daddy. Just kissed good night, I promise," Kathy strained toward him, wanting—something, but his hand in her hair and the other on her hip kept her stationary.

  "Understand, girl, if we do this. If I take you, no one ever touches you again," Daddy said as he rolled her onto her back, her legs closing in surprise, his weight settling on top of her like she was made to hold him. "Do you understand, Kathy? If I do this, you're mine." She didn't need to see him to know he was serious, to know that he meant every word he said. This was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? But he was taking her choice—or had she given it to him. The moment that thought crossed her mind, she relaxed, this was what she wanted. She wanted to belong to him, she wanted him to want her enough to take her and keep her and how could she fear that?

  "Yes, Daddy," Kathy was almost breathless with need, "Yours," she'd barely finished speaking when his mouth came down on hers and Kathy realized she had never been truly kissed before. Daddy took her mouth and used it hard, and her initial resistance faded in seconds as he possessed her like she'd longed to be possessed.

  He held her head still by her hair while his other hand fondled her tits and pinched her nipples hard, her whole body shivering with desire. She cried out when he released her mouth to bite down on her neck, she teetered on the edge of her climax at the mere thought of him marking her, claiming her.

  "Spread your legs, Little One. Never close yourself to me," Daddy ordered, "I want you naked, and wet and open in my bed every night, do you understand me, girl?"

  "Yes, Daddy!" Kathy spread her thighs for him, ached for him to take her, to fill her, she had no idea what it would be like, but she knew she needed it. Needed him.

  "Such a sweet little virgin slut, aren't you, Little One," Daddy murmured as he kneeled between her legs, running his hands over her body, his touch, more gentle than his words, electric on her skin. The blankets fell away but Kathy's arousal had made her hot and she didn't notice, except that she could see him better, and she could smell him, realizing she'd been smelling him for months, but not recognizing what it meant until now.

  "Yes, Daddy!" Kathy arched under his touch, shocked by how many places he found that set her on fire, got her cunt throbbing with need. "Please, Daddy! I ache, Daddy," she touched him where she could reach. Without thinking, she bent her knees to better raise her hips toward him. Her cunt open to him, dripping onto the sheet beneath her. She cried out when he cupped her cunt, rubbing her with the heel of his hand.

  "When we get the heat back, I'm going to shave you," he tugged at the hair around her cunt. "It'll be your job to keep yourself bare for me, understand, Little One?" Daddy dipped his fingers between her wet, swollen lips and Kathy thought she'd go mad. "Answer me, girl!" He followed up his order by two sharp spanks against her cunt and Kathy groaned and shuddered.

  "Yes, sir! Yes, Daddy!" Kathy started to tell him she understood when he filled her mouth with his wet fingers.

  "Suck me clean, Little One," his voice was nearly a growl and Kathy thought she'd go mad. "Taste yourself, pretty slut," he said, two fingers of his other hand slowly starting to breach her opening. She sucked and licked until all she could taste was Daddy, all trace of herself gone. His fingers barely entering her cunt were driving her insane and Kathy kept trying to force herself down over them, but Daddy kept teasing her, barely entering her virgin cunt.

  "Goddamn, girl, you're so wet," Daddy pulled his fingers out and Kathy whimpered as she watched him lick his fingers clean of her juices. "Just right for fucking, aren't you."

  With that, Daddy leaned down and claimed her mouth again. Kathy put her arms around his neck and kissed him back as best she could. She felt him moving between her thighs and then there was something blunt and hot between her cunt lips and th
en she was being split in two! Kathy broke their kiss and cried out, clawing Daddy's back, wrapping her legs around him and arching her back. He was inside her! So big, so hard, everything she never knew she wanted.

  "DADDY!" She screamed into the moonlight, "Please! Daddy!" She begged without knowing what she wanted from him only that he was the only one who could take her to where she needed to be.

  "God! So tight! God, Little One, you're so hot!" Daddy hung over her, a shadow in the darkness and Kathy thought she'd die if he didn't move. And then he did. He pulled partway out, but before she could beg him to stay, he thrust in again, deeper this time, she felt every hot, hard inch of him as her wet cunt welcomed him, swallowed him.

  "DADDY! More!" She begged again, now she knew something she wanted, she wanted more of that, more of him moving inside her. "Please! Please! Daddy!" She knew she was babbling, nearly sobbing, but she couldn’t stop it.

  "Take it, Little One! Take it!" Daddy cried out as he pounded into her. Kathy scrabbled at his back with her nails and that just made him fuck her harder. She used her legs and hands to hang on as best she could, meeting his thrusts without thinking, crying and begging as her Daddy fucked her, took her, owned her.

 
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