Fantasy Fiction

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Of course, there was never anything like a verbal agreement. She never said, "Daddy, no. You won't orgasm unless I say so. Unless I show you my panties, you are forbidden, do you understand Daddy?" She never said it.
But she figured it out, nonetheless. She knew I had a dirty perversion for her underwear. I couldn't help myself. I went into her bedroom and fished through her laundry. I would find her underwear with faint cream colored streaks on the padded area that would cover her pussy -- wetness from her succulent pussy left behind on her underwear. I would consume their scent and masturbate furiously on my knees in her closet next to her hamper.
It got out of hand once (so to speak), and I ejaculated all over a pair of her panties. It happened one afternoon when she was returning home from classes, and I had to hurry out of there; in a panic I left the cum covered panties with her other dirty clothes.
I thought she would figure me out and do something terrible, tell her adviser or worse. After that though she started leaving pairs of her panties out on her bed on purpose, and I was sure she knew I would go looking for them; always her sexiest pairs, and they were always very well scented by her pussy. It started to drive me nuts, sometimes I would think she was hinting that she knew what I was up to, sometimes I would get some feeling by the way she was looking at me that she knew what I was thinking. Other times I thought I was crazy, and there's no way she knew her Daddy was fishing in her room for her dirty panties and sniffing them and masturbating, thinking about her soft luscious curves and smooth delicious flesh. But when she made the simple request that I do all of her intimate laundry for her, and I agreed simply and outright as though it were my place to provide this service to her, it was unspoken but obvious that there was an understanding between us: I could fondle her panties and masturbate with them, as long as I kept her underwear clean.
After that, I became hooked on them. Obsessed. Completely addicted to her panties. Consumed by this idea that she knew I was fondling them and getting off with them and she was leaving them behind for me, encouraging me, titillating me, though neither of us spoke a word about it. It drove me nuts, and after a short time while this subterfuge was stirring completely beneath the surface between us, it got so I could not orgasm at all unless I had her panties pressed to my lips.
And she knew it. She could tell by the way I interacted with her. There was an instinctual level at which subtle indications were made, body movements, barely evident changes in the rhythm of speech, that communicated all that needed to be said. She was my daughter, and growing to become a woman, and as such she knew me more intimately than I could ever comprehend. Without having to experience it firsthand, everything about me was revealed in the depth of her intuitive comprehension of me, from the weight of my penis when erect, to the sound of my moans when my sperm erupted from my swollen cock wrapped tightly in her panties.
This is how she showed me. She went on a field trip with her theater class for five days. When she left, she emptied out her pantie drawer. I was a mess while she was away, I didn't have a single restful night. I tried to masturbate many times but couldn't get anywhere without a pair of her panties clutched in my hand. She came home from her trip to find me ragged and helpless. She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek, and said, "Poor Daddy, did you miss me?" The next day, I woke to find a pair of her panties, draped from my bedpost. I spent the entire morning with them.
For several months, I was so happy. I didn't even mind that she put the lock on her closet door. And then, she started stretching out the days between giving me her panties. She began to push her boundaries a bit more, became just slightly more demanding with me, making it evident that if I did not obey her, I would not see her panties on my bedpost. It worked like a charm, and I was wrapped around her finger completely. I became her chauffeur, running errands for her, doing all her laundry and dry cleaning (except her panties, which she took back as the sole chore for herself).
It was just this morning that I woke with an aching, throbbing need. It had been 12 days since she'd allowed me to come. It seemed she felt she had me in the place she wanted me, so why bother exerting the energy to foster my compliance? I put on a robe and moved down the hall to her bedroom. I heard her voice through the door and my balls tingled from the sound. She was talking on the phone. I could tell by the sound of her voice she was talking to a boy. I hesitated, wondering if she would be angry at me if I knocked. But I was going out of my head. I knocked. "Precious..? I'm sorry to bother you, but.."
She let out an annoyed sigh. "Just a minute Brad, my Daddy wants something. Come in, Daddy."
I pushed open the door. She lay on her tummy on the bed, already dressed in a short red skirt that invited my gaze to the rising curve of her pretty ass, her succulent legs adorned in black stockings. I stepped in almost drunkenly with the blood rushing from my head to  my cock, my rigid desire barely hidden beneath my robe. She held her hand over the phone, and looked at me over her shoulder. "What is it Daddy? What do you want? You shouldn't bother me when I'm busy, Daddy."
I stood in her doorway hardly able to speak, my gaze moving over her body, simmering with wanton lust. My lips separated but no words came. Her soft lips curled into a knowing smile and she turned back to her phone. "I'm sorry Brad I have to go, I'll call you later." She hung up, turned over onto her back and eyed me languorously, stretching out on the bed and making her blouse tighten over her supple breasts. "Poor poor Daddy," she said. "I bet I know what's wrong. Come stand over here." She gestured to a place beside her bed close to her shoulder, and I moved there instantly, without hesitating. She giggled at this immediate show of obedience and became more certain of her command of the situation.
When I moved into place she reached over casually and slipped her hand inside my robe. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked down on her, her hair flowing around her head where she lay on the mattress. Her hand found my erection and she held it and stroked it lightly underneath, as if she were stroking a small pet animal. "Yes, I thought so. Does it hurt, Daddy? Has it been a long time?"
I whimpered helplessly and nearly buckled. Her touch to my aching cock incited every simmering need to swell to the surface of my flesh and burn there like fire on my skin. I choked out my response. "Yes...precious...it's been ...t-twelve days.."
She giggled, bathed in delight that I have been so easy to manipulate, and satisfied at the obvious value of her panties in my erotic need. "Daddy, kneel at the end of the bed and massage my legs, please." She rolled over onto her front once again, and slipped her legs apart. I moved into the position she directed, expressing a small breath of gratitude. The prospect of touching her flesh was intoxicating. I started moving my hands over the backs of her calves and thighs, kneading the firm warmth of her gorgeous legs, my gaze drawn to the bright red skirt that hugged her hips and accented the shape of her bottom. She dialed her phone and started talking to Brad. She made a date with him for that night, making it clear that a quiet evening with him in front of the fireplace was what she was looking for.
She moaned as she hung up the phone and lay more comfortably on the bed. "That feels good Daddy...you're being a very good boy."
"Thank you precious.." my throbbing cock rubbing against the mattress between my legs, teased by the material of my robe as I knelt between her legs and massaged her.
"..but I don't think I'm done with you yet this morning. Push up my skirt, Daddy, and pull my pantyhose down to my thighs."
Swimming in my helpless lust I could hardly speak as my hands moved to obey her. "Yes precious.." still moving my hips and trying to steal pleasure from the friction of my cock against the inside of my robe. I pushed her skirt up and slowly drew the elastic waistband of her pantyhose down over the curve of her ass. Seeing her bottom revealed and framed by her skirt and stockings drove me mad. My lips were slackened and my eyes were hooded as I looked down on her naked ass. My mouth watered and my tongue swelled up.
"Massage my pretty ass, Daddy. Make your precious girl feel good."
I let out a desperate moan and did as she told me, hands moving over the warm cushion of her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading.
"If you do a good job, Daddy, you can take a pair of my panties with you back to your room." I whimpered with a mixture of torment and relief, continuing to massage her backside. "Mmm, what's that sound, Daddy? What's a matter, my panties won't make you happy, Daddy? Do you want more?"
My hands massaged her ass more insistently, my voice revealing my desperate state. "Oh, precious, oh god, please, please darling, more, oh more please!"
"Mmm, I feel you spreading my cheeks Daddy. What a nasty man you are! Do you like my little asshole Daddy? Do you think it's pretty?"
"Yes precious, oh, it's so pretty, I can hardly believe it.."
She giggled and wiggled her bottom under my hands, greatly enjoying my wanton longing. "I bet you'd like to kiss it, wouldn't you Daddy? I bet you'd like to put your tongue all over it. I bet you're just that sort of man, aren't you Daddy?"
My bones had become jello. It was all I could do to remain upright at all as I moved my hands over her bottom, staring at the little puckered dimple as she teased me. But everything she said was true, and I couldn't deny my lascivious longings. "Yes precious...it's true..I want to kiss it, and I want to slide my tongue over it, and I want to push my tongue inside.."
She laughed with great amusement. "What a nasty man you are Daddy! What ever will I do with you? Hmm.."
I moaned helplessly and continued fondling and massaging her naked bottom.
"Spread my cheeks wide and get close to it Daddy. Get very close but don't you touch with your lips or tongue."
I obeyed her, my aching erection still throbbing and pressed to the mattress as I sunk low to gaze heatedly at the little star of my desire. My breath kissed her sensitive flesh.
"I'm tired of having you drive me around all the time, Daddy. I'm tired of having to ask you for the car all of the time. It really seems like I should own it, and you should ask me when you want to use it. Wouldn't that be nice, Daddy?"
I moaned and hovered closer to her puckered anus.
"If you want it Daddy, the car is mine. If not, well, I guess you can take my panties and go back to your room."
No other course of action was possible. I sunk lower and my mouth pressed to her tight little asshole. I started to lap at it like a dog, then swirling my tongue around it, before plunging it inside. Wiggling it deep. I reached down between my legs for my cock.
She sighed. "Ahhh. Good boy, Daddy. Mmm. Make sure you get real deep Daddy, I want to feel how much you love my pretty ass. You love it, don't you? Yes, I can tell, you really do." She felt the motion of my hand on my cock and moved her foot against my thigh for a moment as she pressed her ass up against my face.
"Good boy, Daddy, that feels sooo good. When you're done down there, make sure you fetch me my car keys."