Daddy Dearest

Maybe it’s help I need. I thought to myself as I looked at photos of my dad. I came across one of him shirtless and my kitty did jumping jacks. Every time I look at daddy my clit begins to throb. My name is Tiffany, but everyone calls me Missy. I’ve been getting called Missy since I was a little girl. Come to think of it...daddy gave me the nickname. He said I had a sassy attitude and a lady walk at such a young age. “Haha! Look at little Missy walk!” He would say as I practiced my runway walk. I’ve always wanted to be a model. Since turning 21 I’ve been featured in local magazines for my hot tattoos. My dad has every copy I’ve been featured in. He always tease me because he has more tattoos than me. “Missy you need to get like daddy!” He would say. Today is his birthday, so I will be headed to his house shortly. I put the photos down, and hopped up to go take a shower. After I got out of the shower, I decided to air dry. As I sashayed to my bedroom, I heard my doorbell ring. I never grabbed my towel because I didn’t expect to open the door. As soon as I approached the door I heard the key enter the lock, and my door was opened. “Hey sweetie! Oh shit!” Daddy shouted. “I’m sorry sweetie!” He said. “Daddy why would you ring the door bell then use your key?” I asked. “I thought you were out getting my gift, I didn’t see your car in the front.” He replied with a shrug. My daddy put his head down and walked to the kitchen and opened my fridge. My mother hasn’t been in the picture for a very long time, and I am the only child. I gave my dad a key so he would know he’s always welcomed... but this was a bit much. “Daddy you can’t just barge in here though.” I said as I stood there watching him go through my fridge. “Missy, you’re still standing there naked.” He reminded me. “Daddy, this is my house!” I raised my voice. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. “You want me to leave? It’s my birthday!” He sighed like a child while looking in the freezer. He kept his eyes off of me for the most part. “You’re party starts in a couple of hours.” I said matter of factly. “You know I don’t like parties Missy.” He said with a straight face. He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and began to eat my ice cream out of the carton. “Daddy what the fuck? Get a bowl!” I yelled. “Get a towel Missy!” He yelled back. He sat at the table and saw his photos scattered everywhere. “Aww shit, this was back in 92!” He reminisced. “I was making a collage for your birthday.” I told him as I rolled my eyes. “Surprise!” He said sarcastically as he continue to dig in the ice cream. It’s my dads 42nd birthday, and he acts like he’s my age. I stood over him, and he shifted in his seat. I looked at my dads face and he looked a bit uncomfortable but he didn’t move. “What’s wrong Daddy?” I asked while placing my hand on his shoulder. “You standing there ass naked like you don’t have company.” He responded. His response threw me off and I laughed. “Daddy it’s hot, and you don’t pay no bills in here.” I told him. He nodded then asked me if he was getting old. I told him 42 is a nice age. “Jay Z is around that age, and he fucking Beyoncé!” I told him. He cracked a smile and said “but I’m not fucking Beyoncé.” My dad really isn’t as outgoing as he was back in the day. Daddy works out at home, and watch football. I sat on his lap. “Woah Missy wtf?!” He exclaimed. “Daddy, you’re getting up there in age, you need some coochie.” I said. The look on my dads face was of shock. “Missy get off of me cause you talking crazy.” He said shaking his head. “No daddy.” I said finally acting on my thoughts. He’s always lonely, and I want to make him happy. My daddy wore basketball shorts, a tee, and Nike shoes. I began grinding my hips in his lap. “Missy, you are my only baby girl, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He was genuinely confused. The fact he hadn’t pushed me off made me moist by the moment. “Missy you’re messing up my shorts.” He sighed. I opened my legs and began to grind on his upper left thigh. I let out a soft moan. “Okay Missy that’s enough.” He said grabbing my waist, trying to lift me off of his lap. “Daddy, look at this picture.” I said while grabbing the one with his shirt off. “What about it?” He asked. “This is my favorite one.” I said in a low tone. He shifted in his seat, but he was still looking at the picture. His hands still on my waist. “Missy, you might need help.” He whispered. I was still on his lap. My juices were still flowing freely causing stains on his shorts. “Daddy since I was little, sitting in your lap always made me throb.” I confessed. He put his hand over his face. “Yeah, you need help.” He repeated. I stood up, and stormed to my room. My daddy followed close behind. “Missy I’m your daddy baby.” He said sweetly. I slammed my door. He simply opened it and came right in. I layed in bed naked with my face buried in my pillow. “You know this is incest baby?” He asked. I looked at him and told him I didn’t care. “Daddy I want you!” I whined. My attitude was working. My daddy was in a soft spot. Confused, and lonely he was. “I know it’s not normal, but I want you Daddy.” I repeated. He glanced over my body. “Daddy can’t fuck you Missy.” He said while biting his lip. It looked like he really wanted to. “Would you regret it?” I asked seriously. “Maybe baby.” He said. I began to weep softly into my pillow. I felt my daddy lay behind me and cuddle me. I scooted closer to him so we could spoon. Daddy didn’t move. He wrapped his arm around me and my weeping stopped. “You okay baby?” He asked. I ignored him and began to grind on him again. He sighed. This time I felt him getting erect. He slid down his shorts and allowed me to continue to grind on his bare penis. After he was long and hard, I reached down to put him inside of me. Daddy grabbed my hand. “Missy this we can’t go back on.” He assured. I slid his erect penis into my moist tight young vagina. He moaned. “Daddy, stuff it all inside of me.” I pleaded. He did just that. “Missy, you want it.... you’re getting it.” My Daddy grunted. I hope he enjoy his birthday gift