This particular dream is one of my favorites. I love dreaming about him more than anything else. He is by far my favorite subject to dream of. It’s always the same, with slight variations. They always involve me in his arms, starring at his mouth, hoping to kiss his lips. I know it may be wrong, but he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. And I have the pleasure of basking in his beauty on a daily basis. “I love you, baby” he whispers in my ear. At this, my hands wrap around him tighter. Of course, I love him, too… but in a much different way. My dreams allow me to demonstrate the love I feel for him. I feel his hands slowly move up my back, to the nape of my neck. The gentle pressure of his hands on my neck and shoulders is a feeling I wish could last forever. I raise my head from his shoulder, and stare into his eyes. The tension inside me is unbearable. I slowly press my lips to his cheek, right next to his mouth, hoping my hint will be subtle, yet poignant enough to get my point across. I feel his erection press against my torso, and know that I’ve done my job. My hands start moving towards the firm flesh pressing against my body. As he lets out an almost inaudible moan, I sense that my movement is welcomed.

“You want to touch it, baby?” He asks me in a whisper.

“I do. Very much.” I answer as I slip my hand beneath his clothing to feel his warm skin. In an instant, we’re removing clothes and getting closer and closer to my fantasy. In the next moment, we’re on his bed; touching, caressing, and exploring the bodies that we both know too well. My hand picks up speed, as I stroke his penis faster and faster, hoping to bring him to the edge. By now, my body is aching for something; that feeling I’ve dreamed about so many times before. Inside, I’m begging for him to penetrate my soaking pussy. I’m trying to think of the words to say, formulating an invitation, when I feel his balls stiffen and tighten. Exactly what I was looking for.

“Oh, you’re gonna make daddy cum, baby.”

“I want you to, Daddy.” I let out between my deep, shallow breaths. And seconds later, the warm white fluid is spilling from his penis, onto the pale skin of my torso. I crave the sensation of this particular warmth on my pelvis, but remain still as he gets off to my hand, now slowly rubbing the protrusion that I long for.

Normally, this is where the dream ends. A kiss on the forehead, and the exchange of ‘goodnights’. But, this dream was a little different. The warmth of his semen has diminished, but the silky wetness remains on my skin. My hands, with a mind of their own, start to spread the moisture downward, between my legs. I can’t stop. Mixing the juices of my own arousal and his release is turning me on more than I had expected. As I slip my finger between my lips, he gives me that sexy look from a slightly turned face. I can tell that the sight of me touching myself is turning him on again.

“You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?” He asks, already knowing the answer. Something that he has never said to me, even in my wildest dreams. Without waiting for an answer, he lowers his head towards my hips; ever-so-gently kissing along the space between my thighs and pelvis. The sensation is driving me crazy! Secretly hoping that he’ll flick his tongue along my dripping vagina, I raise my hips to meet his mouth. Then, the unexpected takes place. His mouth is hot and fierce on my horny pussy. I can’t believe this is happening, dream or not. His tongue swiftly sliding back and forth along my swollen clit. I am in heaven. He gently takes my clit into his lips and sucks, like a deep and passionate kiss not meant to be shared between our mouths. I can feel an orgasm coming, and desperately attempt to hold it off. The air I breathe is unsatisfying. My lungs are drawing oxygen deeply, but cannot soothe the desire for fulfillment. Moans are uncontrollably escaping my mouth, tingling my vocal chords on the verge of ecstatic screams. Regretfully allowing myself to give in to the pleasure, the warmth of my entire body withdraws, focusing itself intensely on the part on me being pleasured by his soft, desirable mouth.

I roll over and slam the alarm clock with all my might. The worst possible awakening I could have imagined. I longed to go back to sleep, and finish the greatest dream I’ve ever had the pleasure of creating, but I know that will have to wait for unconscious sleep. “What a way to start the day,” I think to myself, and reluctantly get ready for school.

Through each of my classes, I pass the time daydreaming of my fantasy that had taken a step beyond my control. I can’t wait to get home. I need to see him, to satisfy my visual desire. I secretly make plans to fuel my dream as I sleep tonight. I had never been so excited to go to bed in my life.

As I walk in the front door, I can feel the temperature inside is just a little warmer than the air outside. Perfect. I love the feel of cool air. I always look forward to this time of year, when the weather starts to really settle into a cold brisk bite. But tonight, I want the house to feel toasty. I raise the thermostat to accommodate my mood. I walk upstairs to my bedroom and set my things on the floor next to my bed. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I see I still have plenty of time before he comes home. I usually like to have the house to myself for a little bit in the early evening, but this day has been different since before I woke up.

Remembering the dream that had taken place hours before, I walk through my plans for the evening. Comfort being the key for tonight, I pick out my lounge-wear with more attention than ever. I lay them on the bed, so they’re ready for me after my shower. I don’t think he knows yet, but I always use daddy’s shower when he’s not home. Something about the fact that his personal things surround me, as I stand naked under the warm water provides a satisfying sensation. I rush through the cleaning, anticipating his arrival. In my suppressed excitement, I realize that I forgot to bring a towel from the restroom upstairs. Not wanting to spoil my secret, I refuse to take a towel from his cabinet and risk the chance of being caught darting up the stairs naked.

Safely in my room, I dress myself in the clothes laid out beforehand. A light cream colored tank top, and tiny black shorts too short to wear outside of the house. As I go back downstairs, I hear the front door open. My heart stops beating for what seems like eternity, but starts back up at a feverish pace. I have been dying to see him all day! Without a word, I rush towards the man I have been fantasizing about, and tightly wrap my arms around him.

“Well, hello, sweetheart.” He greets me, not knowing that his voice sends chills down my back.

“Hi, daddy. I missed you.” I try to sound as calm as possible.

“I missed you too, baby. How was school?” He asks, nonchalantly. If only he knew how especially agonizing this day had been for me. But there was no way in hell I would be able to explain to him how I felt in my waking life. That would have to wait for tonight, in the sequel of last night’s episode.

“Fine.” I lie, innocently. “All of my classes were pretty much free periods, since the semester is almost over. I have homework over the weekend for 2 of my classes.”

“Well, that’s great to hear. I was hoping to take a mini vacation this weekend, just the two of us. What do you say… can you finish up your homework tonight?” Little does he know that the thought of being away, in a strange place, sleeping in a room not my own, was sending me into a spiral of imaginary scenarios.

“I’m sure I can. It’s all really easy stuff, anyway.” my second innocuous lie of the evening. “I’ll start right after dinner.”

The meal takes no time at all. I didn’t allow myself to enjoy my favorite dish like I normally would have. My head is reeling with thoughts and excitement. I don’t know how I’m going to manage to remain calm for the rest of the evening. Tastelessly, I finish before he does, rushing to get out of the room as soon as possible. As I rise from the table he reminds me to start my homework, so we can leave first thing in the morning.

“I’m going to need the computer for one assignment. Is it okay if I do my homework in the office?” I already know he’ll say yes. He never minds when I stay in his ‘man-cave’. The office used to be the setting in all my secret dreams of daddy. The dark colors combine sensationally with the smell of his cologne and cigars, always hanging in the air. The only room in the house he smoked in provided a familiar and comfortable scent. I love the way the two scents complement each other, bringing out the sweet and savory in their own way.

I run through the same routine as always. Almost every time I use the computer, I type a research website in the address bar, and keep it opened behind my main focus. It’s just a precaution, should he happen to peek over at what I’m “working on”. Then, I go searching for daddy’s most recent pleasure. It’s been just daddy and me, for as long as I can remember. I know that he’s lonely, even though he’s been out with quite a few women. He always attracts beautiful women. Though they range in shape, size, color, and character, I’ve never seen him with a woman that couldn’t pass for an actress or a model. And since the first time I saw him kiss a strange woman, I’ve been insidiously envying each and every one of them.

I nestle myself into the comfy shape of the oversized leather love-seat. My upper-body, as usual, is resting between the back of the seat and the arm rest, while my legs just barely hang over the edge. Finally, I’ve found it. My guilty pleasure: a small, yet effective collection of daddy’s pornography. I know that he would never suspect me of finding it, let alone watching it. I see something unfamiliar, a new clip, I assume. When I open the file, I double check the sound, making sure it’s muted. I skip through the first few minutes, greedy to see why this had been added to the secret stash. The woman is attractive, as is expected in this sort of clip. Long wavy hair, naturally light colored, busty, curvaceous… just the type of woman I knew daddy would attract, any day of the week.

When the male role enters the scene, I do a double-take. I watch closely, trying to catch another glimpse. The actor seems surprisingly familiar. It looks like him! The same dark hair, the deeply intense eyes, the same posture, almost identical height… this man could easily be his twin! A closer attention to detail proves me wrong, but the resemblance is uncanny.

From the back (the angle of choice in this particular clip) I could not tell a difference at all. It might as well be him, for all I knew. And my mind played that up to my advantage. Throughout the rest of the video, I imagined that daddy was the man in the video. That all too familiar tinge of jealousy heated my body, as I wished to be the woman being fucked by that cock. I wanted to be her, and I wanted daddy to be the one fucking me, like the man in this clip. The camera changed view, and focused on a close-up of that thick cock pounding a shiny, shaven pussy from the back. His hands on her hips, pressing his fingertips into her skin. Her skin was so wet and shiny, I wondered how much was natural sheen. His thrusting gained force, and the daddy-look-alike pounded his light brown cock into her pussy, harder and harder with every motion. His balls were slapping against her clit, and she obviously liked it. The vicarious thrill of that penis thrusting in and out of her pussy was giving me that tingling feeling between my legs, and in my lower abdomen. The increasing speed of his pace became a blur. Just fast, repetitive movement was all I could see. I realize that my own pussy has been getting wet, watching this young woman getting fucked by such a gorgeous man. The desire to touch myself is unbearable.

“How’s it going, sweetie?” I hear from the doorway across the room. My heart is pounding in my chest, reacting to the startle that was daddy’s voice.

“Just fine. I’m almost done, actually.” I say, erasing any evidence of that clip being played.

“I thought you might enjoy some company. I promise not to distract you, though.” The last part of his statement made me laugh inside. Daddy was almost always a distraction to me, no matter what I was doing. He takes a seat silently at the desk on the other side of the room. I position the laptop in front of me, purposely blocking my view of him. I hear the familiar flick of his lighter, and feel a sinking sensation. I know he’s lighting one of his cigars, and I resist the urge to watch. I love seeing the sweet smoke slide passed his lips, as he slowly exhales. It’s a beautiful sight, really. The way his luscious lips gently curl around his cigars is matched only by the sexiness of his parted lips allowing the grey fog to escape his mouth, twisting and turning in air until it vanishes. My train of thought is interrupted by his voice.

“What are you working on, honey?” his tone genuinely curious.

“Oh… just a paper. Pretty boring actually.” A rather convincing reply, if I may say so myself.

“Surely, it can’t be that bad. Can I see it?” he asks politely, yet somehow sternly.

“Dad… you promised not to distra-“

“I know, I know. Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll let you finish.” A seemingly sincere apology, as far as I can tell. I look up, to see if his expression matches his tone. To my surprise, it didn’t. He wore a devilishly sly smile across his mouth, and his dark eyes shone like stars in the sky. As our eyes locked, he turned his face towards mine, looking at me squarely, rubbing his loosened tie between his forefinger and thumb. His face is perfectly lit up, for a reason I couldn’t guess.

I don’t care to ponder the thought. My mind wants to see how the rest of the erotic scene played out. The conflict and discord inside me is exhilarating. I really want to watch porn with daddy sitting right across from me. I start the video, and take one last glance at the sexiest man in the world. Peeking around the screen, I see the dark amber color of his cognac swiveling in the short, stout glass on his desk. He had obviously just taken a swift drink. I hadn’t noticed whether he had been drinking with dinner or not, but if there was one thing I knew about daddy, it was that he wouldn’t chose cognac on any ordinary night. Again, my mind is overflowing with secret thoughts. I can only hope that his plans for the evening won’t interfere with mine.

The camera now showed their faces, each shimmering with beads of sweat along the forehead. By the facial expressions, I could tell that this clip was almost over. They were exhausting themselves on each other. I make mental notes of how the woman moved and reacted to the man’s constant motion. I am completely engrossed in my special fantasy, wishing so badly to be the girl in the clip. I hadn’t noticed I was rubbing my legs together, applying gentle pressure to my pelvic bone. Thinking of daddy fucking me like that is making me so horny.

The sensation on my shoulder scared me nearly half to death. Daddy’s hand squeezing my muscle gentle and firm. “How’s it go-?“ he begins to question me, but I slammed the screen down, closing the computer in a swift snap. My surprise gave it away. He knows I wasn’t doing homework, now.

“What’s going on?” He asked, more sternly this time.

“N-nothing. Why?” my voice shaking with uncertainty.

“Baby, don’t lie to me. What are you doing over here?” His voice still stern, but calm.

“I was just curious. I’m sorry.” I managed, while my stomach was twisting in nervous knots.

“I’m not going to ask again, what is it?”

I reached for the computer and held it to my chest. “Please,” I begged him not to look, “it won’t happen again.”

But my promise provided...