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(MF, inc, exh) *** It was early Saturday morning and laying in bed under the covers reading the paper, music drifting down the hall from his lil girl's room, his voice at first hesitant, uncertain of how to ask, Kelly's Daddy smiling nervously, asked his little girl as she danced into his bedroom, "Wow baby, where did you learn to dance like that?" "From the TV, Daddy" she proclaimed, as if he should know, dancing to the beat, showing off for her father, dressed in just her loose fitting PJ pink boy-shorts, her pink little half top t-shirt barely covering her breasts. Kelly mimicked the girl on the tv sliding down and standing back up like she was pole-dancing, grinding, a stripper, her long dark-brown hair in pigtails dangling down on either side of her face. She kept smiling at her Daddy, him looking into her eyes, letting her dance, not sure really how else to react being so surprised by his daughters impromptu performance. He'd only been to a strip club twice, and back when he was in college, and even then he intellectualized the experience he laughed with friends years later telling the story; and, here was his little girl dancing like a stripper right in front of him sexually, provocatively - it wasn't any wonder he wasn't quite sure how to react, his gorgeous little baby dancing, not like she was just playing, or showing off, she was dancing like she wanted to turn him on, and it was working. His little girl was making him hard, and the harder he got, the more he looked at her like a father shouldn't be looking at his daughter. At first he thought it was cute, thinking Kelly just thought she was being amusing. When she jumped onto the bed above him, bouncing and twisting and turning midair he laughed with her, still though aroused by her in her loose panties, trying to not to look as the hem lifted revealing her soft bare skin underneath, teasing him with glimpses of her, her inner thighs, the round of her bottom. As a single father, when she began rolling her hips, biting her lower lip and smiling at him, knowing she was making him nervous, he felt himself even if a little uncomfortable grow more, and more aroused, and letting himself feel that sexual urge, began to watch her, staring at her groin, her breasts, her hardened nipples, into her eyes longer and longer, and then looked at her soft little frame, her belly, the way she moved, so naturally feminine, so naturally erotic he set the paper down slowly over his lap to conceal his throbbing erection. He thought of the scene in Gus Van Sant's "To Die For" when Nicole Kidman in a short little flowered summer dress danced in front of the car headlights, lifting her skirt, showing her panties, swiveling her hips, a scene that stuck with him over the years as one of the all time most erotic scenes in Hollywood film. Her beautifully feminine thighs, her tummy, her pussy under her soft white panties. Now, his little-girl, rocking her hips, her curves so incredibly sensual, her pussy so clearly visible under her loose little panties, were making him feel things he shouldn't be feeling for his little girl. The cheeks of her bottom so tantalizingly close, he could just reach out and slide his fingers under her panties. Her coltish legs and torso so elongated, looking up at her, he smiled, blood rushing through him, his cock aching hard, her dressed up with her pigtails and her pink pj's, dancing for her Daddy, almost innocently imitating something she'd seen on the TV. "This is how the girl did it on TV, Daddy" she said again, breathily, excited seeing her handsome father staring right at her little panty covered pussy as she gyrated. Something happened inside her, she wasn't playing anymore. She was already slippery wet. She suddenly felt terrifically naughty. What she was doing was maybe wrong to be doing to her daddy, but looking down into his eyes the way she was and the smoldering way he looked back at her, she couldn't stop. She saw his cock under the covers, saw it lift the newspaper up, again, and then again. She'd made him hard. She wanted to see her father's cock, hard. She'd seen him naked before, peeking into his bath when he was showering. She'd imagined him pulling on his cock, his hands all soapy, like the man in the magazine she'd taken from his closet. The magazine that had inspired her to peek on her father, to think about him that way. "Let me show you, Daddy, except Daddy" she paused, so aroused she spoke in an almost whisper, "the girl on the tv, she, she wasn't wearing panties, so, I should do it, like that too, don't you think, Papa?" Before he could even answer, even if he could answer, she turned and bent over, looking into her father's eyes over her tender shoulder, tugging her panties down a little at a time, wiggling her bottom so provocatively her father was breathless; all he could think was, "My god, my sexy little baby." He just smiled, flushed, his thoughts perfectly on her, imagining, fantasizing, watching her movements as if in slow motion, savoring her every little twist and turn of her hips. As she turned slowly around he stared at her nipples pushing through her t-top, her breasts visibly swollen, her soft, feminine hips rocking and swaying more deliberately, less playfully, slowing, accentuating her heat, her smiles flashing, her face flushed now, too, biting her lower lip, her becoming visibly excited, making herself wet. When she turned around, her Daddy's eyes grew big - she tipped her panties down provocatively, teasing, her mons bare smooth. She saw her father's cock jump. She smiled powerfully seeing him draw in his breath, him unable to pull his eyes away from her groin, waiting for her to reveal herself. She turned again, teasing him, wiggling her hips, pushing her bottom out, looking back at her Daddy before she swiveled her hips, rhythmically undulating, until she was facing him again, until she tipped her panties down in front again, bending over at the waist, causing her t-shirt to raise up over the lower swell of her breasts, her nipples threatening to show themselves too, giving him a first real and total peek at her bald little pussy. He drew in his breath, his eyes big, his cock lifting the blanket. "Do I dance good, Daddy?" Kelly asked almost breathlessly, looking her father right in the eyes, both a little bashful. His mouth was watering. Her little slit, her beautiful belly, her perfectly smooth mons, her incredible thighs; his cock was so hard it was aching under the covers. Looking right at his daughters shiny little pussy, he growled, "Mmm, yes, baby, Daddy thinks your an amazing dancer, better than the girl on TV, I'm sure. Do you like dancing for Daddy, sweetie?" he asked looking right into his little girl's eyes. Kelly nodded, biting her lower lip. He was beside himself. He was no longer smiling, and he couldn't stop himself from sliding his hand under the covers to rub his swollen hard cock. Stroking his erection he watched her dance above him, looking up at his little baby, her bare belly, her soft little pussy, her slit creamy wet, her heart-shaped bottom wiggling so provocatively. He relaxed back into the pillows, and just watched as his little Kelly put on a show for him, watching him pull on his cock under the covers, under the paper, wide-eyed, smiling, heated, her father lifting his hips, pulling on his erection, eying her up and down, his mouth hanging partly open as she began touching herself too. Kelly turned and bent over, her legs open, her little bottom pushed out, her panties down over her bottom, showing her Daddy her smooth bald little pussy swollen and shiny wet, and the newspaper fell off the bed. She dropped her panties, and kicked them off like the woman she'd been watching on TV, in perfect timing to the music from her room, and then standing above him straddled her Daddy's legs, bumping and grinding her little hips over her father, her bald little pussy glistening just feet from his face, looking directly at his little girl's perfectly smooth slit, so close he could smell her fragrance, his little girl smiling down at him, a look of pure flushed sexual arousal he smiled up at her as she lowered herself over him, sitting on him, straddling his waist, humping her father's lap, pretending she was still just dancing for him. Kelly could barely keep the rhythm as her Daddy reached out and lightly barely touched her breasts. He slid his hand under her t, sliding his fingertips over her creamy soft skin, her nipples, as she closed her eyes, her mouth falling open, a little soft mewling moan coming from her hearing him ask, "Your breasts are so sensitive, aren't they baby?" Kelly just nodded, shakily, rocking her pelvis, rubbing her warm tingling little pussy on her Daddy's hard cock through the covers, pushing her tummy out, her chest forward, her t-shirt riding up over her nipples so hard and swollen and reddish puffy hot hoping Daddy would touch her even more. That's when Daddy began rubbing his thumb up and down over her pink little slit, focusing on her clit as she rocked, back and forth on Daddy's lap, still keeping time to the music. "You're such a good dancer, baby" she heard her father murmur, "such a good girl for Daddy." The more she rocked, the more her movements slid the blankets down her father's waist, exposing his hugely swollen erection, her dripping wet little pussy wrapping around it, her father pulling on her nipples, her father's cock sliding through her creamy wet little slit, her father pulling her mouth to his, her father reaching between them and guiding his cock to her hot little cunt, the big head of her Daddy's cock spreading her open, sliding inside his little girl. "Nnn, Daddy, that was so fucking sexy, fuck me, Papa." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 70