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Daddy’s First Sex Slave, by Jezebel Rose

Daddy drove us the few miles to the golf course. Mum was at work, but he had the day off, and I think he liked the idea of teaching his youngest daughter to play the game he loves so much. I found a nice quiet stall away from the other learners so that no one could see the terrible shots I hit, while Daddy went to buy a bucket of practice balls. I started to swing the club to get my muscles loosened up. Although I do not play too much, I keep in good shape with my twice-weekly dance classes. Jackson likes to take me out a lot in the evenings and show me off to the world, as he puts it, so it is essential that I keep to a size 8. Dancing and golf help me to keep my figure the way Jackson likes women to be, tall, busty and leggy. I looked up from my stance to see if Daddy thought I was addressing the ball correctly only to find that his focus was not exactly where I had expected it to be. To be precise, he was staring directly at my ample cleavage. I admit that a tight fitting, low buttoned top, and equally tight shorts may not be the most appropriate attire for the golf course proper, but didn’t feel it was out of place for the driving range. My eyes still had not found, so I said: “Excuse me, but are you going to help me today Daddy or just stand to stare at my body?”.

When eventually he looked up, his expression was not one of shame or embarrassment at mentally undressing his daughter, but of sheer, undisguised lust. I was not entirely surprised. I had seen that look on his face before. Often, when we have been at family gatherings like weddings or birthdays, I have caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I usually wear a short, tight little mini skirt and high heels to occasions like those and sometimes, if I know Mum’s not looking, I’ll give Daddy a treat and somehow try to let my skirt ride up even higher. I admit that I get excited when any man lusts over me, even my father. I could imagine what they would like due to me if they had me in their power. Anyway, that is how I usually feel. However, today I was angry. Angry because I wanted to concentrate on getting better at this stupid game. That is why I said it. That is why a fantasy turned into a reality. It just came out of my mouth before I even realized what I had said.

“Look, Daddy, if you can get me to hit just one ball more than 150 yards, I’ll take off my blouse and bra when we get home, and you can have a perfect look at them, O.K?”

“You’re just kidding me” he replied.

“No, I’m not, it’s a promise. Honest “I heard myself say. Well, wouldn’t you know it? All of a sudden, I had my very own dedicated golf pro changing my grip, adjusting my stance, telling me to flex at the knees. Give a man the right incentive, and he will do anything. Equally unsurprising was that the next ball I hit sailed over the 150-yard marker before it even touched the ground. My fate was sealed. It was hardly worth hitting the few remaining balls; we both had other things on our minds. Daddy almost pushed me towards the car. He was not attempting any propriety. The drive back to my place was completed in a record ten minutes. All the time I could feel his eyes burning into me. He was about to see his daughter naked from the waist up, just as I had promised.

We entered through the front door, and I locked it behind me. I certainly did not want Jackson coming home early and catching us. Daddy went straight into the lounge and shouted for me. “Not in here Daddy, the neighbors might see. Let’s go up to my bedroom” He followed close behind me up the stairs. I could almost feel his breath on my behind and still could not believe what I was about to do. As we entered the bedroom, I went over to the windows and pulled the curtains shut. I began to have doubts. What if Jackson was to come back? Daddy walked past me and picked up the bedside phone. Then I heard him say “Hi Jackson, its Bill. We still on for that game this Sunday? Good, see you then buddy” We both knew that it would take my husband at least 90 minutes to get home from his office even if he was to leave early and miss the rush hour. Therefore, there was now no backing out. Daddy put the light on saying that he wanted to get a perfect look at them.

Slowly my hands went to the bottom button of my blouse. I undid it. Then the next and the future. Finally, just the top button was left holding my shirt together. Then I stopped. I told Daddy I was worried. He accused me of trying to break my promise. I said I was not concerned about him seeing me topless but concerned about how turned on I had suddenly become. I had just realized that the panties I was wearing under my shorts were soaking wet. I also suddenly became aware for the first time just how excited Daddy was, and he was making no effort to hide the bulge that had appeared in his trousers. I took a couple of steps towards him. Now I wanted him to see me naked. Teasingly, I undid that final button and slowly opened the blouse to reveal my nicely tanned cleavage in a white, lace-trimmed bra. As I slipped the shirt from my shoulders, I started to sway to the sexy music I could hear in my head.

Daddy was staring at my body, and I could swear he was salivating. I let my hands caress my tummy, slowly moving them up to the bra fastener at the front. I moved so that I was right in front of him, looked up to his eyes and said: “Daddy, why don’t you undo me “He licked his lips with a lustful tongue. His hands came up to my bra clasp. He fumbled for a few seconds the way men do with these things, but at last, he got it undone. I turned around so that my back faced him. I could feel his dick digging into my shorts. I ordered him to take the straps down from my shoulders. I felt his rough hands on my soft skin as he obeyed my command. Suddenly the bra fell to the floor, and I was naked from the waist up. I knew at this point that I wanted things to go further. I had never felt so randy. I began to wiggle my bottom against Daddy’s swelling and ever so slowly turned around to face him.

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