Pleasing Daddy SeXStoRY

My mom died of cancer wjen I was [censored] years old. My dad was a bit of a nerd when it came to women: His Irish Catholic father had sent him to military school when he was 14, so he was never a "player," of you'll excuse my language. Disturbed by Mom's death, I lay awake at night, unable to sl**p. I had worn pajamas for the first [censored] years of my life, but, now, I always felt overheated. I guess it was nervousness. But I took to sl**ping naked. And (I hope the men here won't think badly of me), I began to part my soft, smooth thighs and reach down between my legs to achieve hust a little relief for my yoing, overheated body, gasping as I thought of a man taking me, owning me, posessing me totally. Just writing about it now is making my [censored] wet. I could also hear Daddy tossing and turning, having been deprived of the phytsical release that every real man needs! Yes, Mom had told me about the needs of men, and I understood that Daddy was suffering. All I ever wanted to do was make him happy. I wanted him to approve of me. There came a night when I slipped out of my own bed, naked, and gingerly tiptoed to his room. The door was open, I looked inside, and then I collapsed to the floor, sobbing and moaning. He was masturbating! No man should have to do that! That's why God put US here! He heard me and looked at me. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry, hon, I, I should've closed the door, and, um, you know, locked it." "NO!!!" I screamed. "I don't want ever to be locked out of your bed!" "My bed? Don't you mean my room, hon?" I remember that moment like it was yesterday, because that is when my body went from girl to woman. Daddy had gotten up. He was standing. So was his beautiful cock. I gazed at it, mesmerized, knowing it was my god, my goal, my purpose. Crawling on my hands and knees, I worked my way over to his long, erect dick, never once daring to look him in the face. A real woman knows where her station is. Taking his cock in my left hand, I wrapped my soft, wet lips around the head, hungrily devouring the pre-cum that he'd already generated while whacking off. He grunted with pleasure as he entered my eager young mouth. Taking Mom's advice I began sucking on his big, bulging balls, earning the right to gaze up at him, which I did as I traced my tongue up the underside of his shaft, ending up swirling it around his cockhead as I looked up at him in worship. "Okay, hon," he panted, "put your hands behind your back, and pout your lips into a nice, tight, wet circle." I did as I was told, as any woman who isn't a lezzie does! Daddy put his big, strong hands on my head, holding it steady, and began fucking my young, aching-to-please-a-man mouth. The squelching sounds of his big dong going in and out, in and out, in and out between my soft, wet lips were intoxicating. I was being used as a pressure-release valve, and, really, isn't that what every woman should be? He began to grunt, and his cock swelled even more in my mouth. I gasped in total submission as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Look up at me!" he commanded. I obeyed like the good little fucking whore that I was and still am! The first jet of cum was so powerful, it hit my face and splashed off. Fortunately, his second, third and fourth bitch-taming blasts stayed on my face. I had satisfied my Daddy! Beaming with womanly pride, my young faace covered in semen, I looked up into his eyes. "Are you pleased with me, Daddy?" I asked. Still breathing heavily, he affirmed my worth as a female. "Yeah, you little cunt, you make a great drainage ditch!" I've been a properly-obedient WOMAN from that point on.