One Dollar White Spaghetti Strap Teaser

I could hear them arguing, and I was pretty sure that it was over me again. Dad was always coming to my defense. I don’t know what my bitch of a mother had against me.  Was it because I was thin?Certainly it wasn’t my problem, that she had totally let go of taking care of herself, and probably wasn’t getting the attention, that a girl like me would get. For my young age, my body had really filled out. Maybe she had noticed my dad’s wondering eyes. He had always been a sucker for brunettes. It’s one of the reasons he was first attracted to my mom. But now my long legs, and my fat little ass, was getting all the attention! Maybe if she didn’t treat him like shit, he wouldn’t be looking in the first place. I can’t say that I could complain about the attention. For a man in his early thirties, daddy was quite a hunk.

I drifted off to sleep, with visions of daddies strong hands, caressing my bare skin. I had just enough of my wits about me, to carefully push up the bottom hem of my tight fitting, white spaghetti strap T-shirt, exposing the white flesh of my young tits.

It didn’t seem like long, and then I heard my bedroom door give a little squeak. I had kicked off the sheets, to take advantage, of the cool summer night air against the near nakedness of my body. The little thing that I was wearing must have hiked up even further, I could feel a cool breeze as the door opened, and my nipple hardened, exposed now for him to take a peek. I heard him breathing, and could smell his intoxicating scent as he crept closer. He was fidgeting around, I’m sure, making himself available, then there was an almost audible gasp. and then silence.

I smiled quietly to myself, in anticipation of what I hoped might be our first encounter. It seemed like almost an hour had passed, with not so much as even a twitch of a muscle. Heaving my chest upwards, I breathed deeply, and then sighing, I murmured, feigning sleep and hoping for more. Now carefully, he collected himself, moving with stealth, I could just feel the heat from his large hands as he hovered above me, tempted, seemingly deliberating his next decision.

Peeking carefully, I could see that he had already began stroking his manhood. It wasn’t too large by anyone’s standards, But I marveled at how such a thing could ever fit inside of me. A shiver tracked down my spine and goosebumps covered my fair skin as I felt the flat of his thumb scrape my nipple. I was thorough distracted, mesmerized really, by the long strokes of his hand firmly grasping the thickness of his cock. But still I managed to keep my composure, to stay silent. Moving his hand, he twirled his index finger around the ends with my wavy, sandy brown hair. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself for much longer, and his pace seemed to increase with frantic abandon. I saw my opportunity, as he pitched his head up and backwards, then moving my mouth and tongue, I caught hold of my daddy’s long finger, and began sucking gently, I fidgeted restlessly with wanton desire.

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