She was the prettiest little girl in the world and not just because I am her daddy. her momma and I were so proud of her and she just reached a huge milestone. Katie, my baby girl just turned fifteen. How the time flies. I remember holding her in my arms when she was born. One of my favorite memories is how scared she used to get when it stormed. She would run up to me and I would hold her tight. It was amazing.
I loved it when her mommy would buy her a pair of panties and she modeled them for me prancing around the living room like a supermodel. We would laugh and she would fall on the floor giggling. I was the one designated to make sure she was dressed for bed after a nightly bath filled with bubbles and Barbie dolls.
Sadly, our playtime ended as she became older and started to develop. She would dress herself, but we still remained close. She was still a daddy’s girl. We joked around and still spent a lot of time talking about boys and her friends at school in her bedroom at night.
I carved out a good, stable life for our family and for the most part we were happy. I worked hard to make sure my wife and daughter didn’t lack for anything. A beautiful modern, brick home in the suburbs equipped with all the latest gadgets and plenty of money for my wives outrageous shopping habits.
My wife, Linda, was gorgeous. She had this incredible body and big, natural tits that always drove me crazy. I definitely married up, as they say, but it came with a price. She was extremely entitled and selfish. My job as a computer programmer working for one of the biggest tech firms in the city meant I made a lot of money, but it felt like it was never enough. It allowed my wife to stay home and be there for Katie when she was growing up and now when she got off the bus for school.
We had a cleaning lady that came in twice a week and I love to cook so I took care of most of the grocery shopping. My wife just worked out in our home gym and bought lots of clothes. Don’t get me wrong, we had a good marriage. Sometimes it just felt one sided and she wasn’t meeting me half way in our relationship.
On top of all that I was into some fetish stuff and my wife wasn’t about it at all. She would get angry if I asked her to do things outside of the normal to keep our relationship fresh. Finally I just stopped asking.
I am not sure when it happened with Katie. I think few of us can pinpoint when the light switch went dark and everything changed. Maybe it was the way she looked at me as she became older or the crop tops she started wearing. Her mother would buy her things, but not give her the love and attention she needed. At some time a few years ago I started becoming obsessed with her panties.
Please don’t judge me, but I know you will and that is okay. I get the stigma and we panty guys don’t help them the way we come about it, but I can assure you I couldn’t help it. Her little ass started taking shape and I kept thinking about what her pussy looked like now that she was flowering. How much hair did she have? Was her asshole as tight as I imagined? Like her mother she had these big tits and I wondered how they looked. I had never seen them because that would be crossing the line.
Each night I would stop in to say goodnight to her and go in the bathroom and jack off. The more I tried to stop the harder I would cum when I finally gave in. I fantasized that my cock fit nicely between her ass cheeks and when my tip hit the rim of her asshole, cum would explode into the towel I kept hidden under the sink cabinet.
One night changed everything for our entire family in ways that I could never have fathomed. She had the cutest bedroom. It was like she was trying to be a woman, but still loved little girl things. She had plush teddy bears mixed with Stranger Things posters. I went in to say good night to her, as I did every night.
“I love you, daddy.” She hugged me. I could smell the scent of Vanilla Sugar, her favorite Bath and Body Works perfume. I wanted to have her the way a daddy shouldn’t.
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