Testing Daddy (Fiction)

You always hear about those special daddy-daughter bonds. How fathers and daughters are very close in their relationship, and that they're the best of friends. Me and my daddy were the same exact way when I was growing up! He was the big strong man of the house that always took care of me and mommy, and I was his good little girl that always followed his rules. I cant remember a time where we hadn't been close. As I grew older and older, the dynamic of our relationship changed in ways neither of us had expected.

I had started to physically develop about a year earlier than most girls my age, but unlike most of the girls that develop early, my butt started to develop instead of my breasts. By the time I was 16 going on 17 I had very full B-cup breasts, raven black hair that fell between my shoulder blades, and I had to wear size 14 panties because my butt had grown and become very large and supple. Because of that I was constantly catcalled whenever going anywhere! Thankfully I had my loving daddy that would give them dirty looks and tell me not to listen to them and the nasty things they said.

The confusing thing was as I got older and my body developed more, and my butt continued to grow and get even more round and firm, I noticed daddy would look at me the same way those men that catcalled me did. I'd look over my shoulder to talk to daddy, and I'd see that his eyes were fixed on my bottom, he'd have this far away look in his eyes, and he'd be biting on his lip or licking his lips. I didn't understand why he looked at me that way.

Daddies weren't supposed to look at their innocent little girls like that. When I'd catch him looking at me that way though I started feeling this strange tingly feeling down in still young and innocent pussy, and for some reason I felt my panties getting very wet. No boy had ever made me feel that way before, and I wasn't sure why daddy did. Maybe I loved his attention, or maybe I loved how taboo him looking at me in such a naughty way was. All I knew for sure was that I needed to get daddy to keep looking at me that way.

I quickly realized that daddy was only interested in my round luscious bottom. I never caught him looking at my cleavage or my full breasts when I wore low cut tank tops, but whenever I wore jeans that hugged the curves of my body, daddy couldn't keep his eyes off me or his mouth closed. I could feel his emerald green eyes trace over every inch of my bottom that was on display, most likely imagining what it'd be like to pull my jeans down and rub his hands all over the firm round flesh of my ass. Once I knew it was the object of his taboo lust I used to tease him, making it a game to see just how far I could push my dear old daddy.

My little game started of innocently enough. I asked daddy if he'd take me shopping for new jeans since mine were all getting small again, which wasn't that odd of a request since we run errands and shop together all the time. While shopping, I made sure to pick out the most form fitting jeans I could find, knowing they'd perfectly shape my bottom and make it look absolutely irresistible. After wiggling into my first pair I called out to daddy, asking him if he'd give his opinion on my jeans. I walked out of the dressing to how off the jeans, and his jaw nearly hit the ground. I twirled around for daddy, jiggled my ass in what seemed like a fun little playful dance, and did a little squat to test the comfortableness. Daddy just stammered that he thought they looked good and comfortable, then told me I needed to go change back into my other pants. As I turned to go back into the changing room, I saw daddy had a lump forming in the front of his pants. Seeing that drenched my little pussy and pushed me forward in my teasing game.

Throughout the week I upped the ante more and more. I started off with leaving my school things in front of his recliner, so at night I'd have to bend over right in front of him to pick it all up, giving him the perfect view of the object of his taboo lust. I'd make sure to take my time, accidentally dropping my books so I'd have to pic them up again, double checking to make sure everything was picked up, or going back to get something else I forgot. By the time I was done I could see daddy adjusting the bulging tent in his trousers. After seeing him do that, I'd go straight to my room to drop off my things and rub myself to an orgasm right in my panties. After I was done I'd have to change my panties because my juices had so thoroughly soaked them and my scent was so strong on them. This gave me a very naughty new idea to use on daddy.

After jilling in my panties and soaking them with my strongly fragrant juices, I'd leave them in places daddy might find them and do with him what he pleases. One pair was in the hall between my bedroom and the bathroom, another pair was left right in the bathroom, and the final pair was left in front of his and mommy's bedroom door. The first day I left panties out for daddy to find mommy returned them to me, telling me I needed to take better care of my panties, and to get them washed up. Mommy had always been jealous of how close daddy and I were, and that jealousy intensified the older I got. I think part of it was that daddy wasn't looking at her anymore the way he was looking at me, and she hated it. She also didn't like that he did anything and everything for me because I was his sweet and obedient little girl. I kept leaving my panties around for daddy to find, but each day I'd find them in the clothes basket, or folded up on my bed. I was starting to get discouraged and didn't think I had the upper hand in my little game with daddy anymore. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted daddy to do with my panties, all I knew was was that I wanted him to do SOMETHING with them! I was so desperate for daddy to do something with them, to know I still had him hooked on my luscious bottom, that I decided it was time to leave him my sexiest pair of underwear. They were my ruby red, lacy, french-cut panties that I was saving for a very special occasion. I knew now would be the perfect time to wear them, because something in me felt and knew that those were the panties that would push daddy over the edge. 

The day I decided to leave those panties for him, I made sure my play time was extra long. I wanted my scent and my juices to soak through the panties and make them absolutely irresistible to daddy. I rubbed my clit through the lace fabric, fantasizing of daddy finding my panties and the bulge in the front of his trousers instantly growinggrowinggrowing until he couldn't resist any longer. One finger dipped inside my tight and wet hole as I thought about daddy dropping his pants and rubbing his hard cock with my panties pressed against his nose. I was so turned on thinking about him licking off the juices that coated my panties, that when I finally orgasmed my panties were flooded with my cum, soaking all the material underneath my pussy. I was out of breath, but I knew that when daddy found these panties he'd know without a doubt what I did in them. I went off to take a shower, and left daddy his little gift right in front of the bathroom door. Just to assure he would find my juice soaked panties, I called out to him asking for some more body wash, knowing he'd see my panties for sure on the ground. Sure enough, when I finished up with my shower the panties were missing! My heart was racing as I walked back to my room, wondering if yet again I'd find them on my bed or in my clothes hamper. When I entered my room though, my heart dropped. There my panties were, laying on my bed folded up nice and neatly. I had thought for sure I'd get daddy to crack with those panties, especially since I had soaked them so much with my pussy juice.

I walked over to my bed, feeling disappointed, and grabbed my soaked panties so I could throw them in the wash. As I wrapped my hand around the panties, I felt something warm and sticky coat my hand. It wasn't the dampness in the panties from my juices soaking through. No it was something totally different. My heart and mind started to race as I opened up my panties to see what was in them, trying to figure out all the possibilities of what it could be. I unfold my panties and look down into the small strip of fabric that made up the crotch of my lacy panties. My eyes widened until they were the size of dinner plates when I realized what it was. Just to make sure, I brought the crotch of my panties up to my face and took a big deep breath. The pungent smell of my juices mixed with the musky scent of the mystery substance was intoxicating. I couldn't stop myself from lapping it up from my panties. Between the smell and the taste I knew daddy had cum in my panties.