I’m ovulating, so things are a little more intense than usual. I’m too scaredy cat to confront him head on, so am trying to leave hints.

Today he was working in his study from home, and I went in to ask a question about some random thing I knew he’d go on a tangent about. He did, and after leaning up against the doorframe to listen for a while, folding my arms to squeeze my tits up a bit out of my vest, trying to do some doe eyes, I strolled off and thought I’d continue listening as I went to sit on the couch.

My dad continued to talk, and I just started rubbing my pussy over my jeans as I listened to his voice. So weird he raised me, and took care of me, and now I find him so sexy. The guilt kinda washed over me and turned me on even more.

Eventually I slid a hand underneath, rubbing my cotton panties against my clit; I knew if I fingered myself I’d squirt this time, just from the thrill of possibly being caught. I started to pump into my pussy, saying ‘uh huh’ and stuff like that so he’d think I was just lounging on my phone or something.

I could feel I was getting tighter, and after hearing him grunt a bit (he usually does when he adjusts his office chair to be more comfy) I couldn’t help but imagine him grunting like that while inside my pussy. Things like him being my dad, saying how I’m such a good little daughter and his favourite girl, it just made me feel so ashamed. But I couldn’t stop the feeling of arousal it sent to my pussy too.

I kept masturbating, kinda wondering if he’d hear or even walk out, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t. I then bucked extra hard, thrusting into my pussy as I rubbed my clit with my thumb, enough to let my orgasm take over.

I actually came on the couch, and could feel my sticky juices sop into my panties, coat my fingers and dampen the couch pillow a little. It felt so good, I’m pretty sure I let slip a gasp and another like squeak, but he had some music playing from his office.

I felt so dirty, but also turned on like fuck. He stopped talking as I was getting close, just grunted to sit better. But after I came, buttoned up my jeans and sucked my fingers a little, turning around he was already in the kitchen with his back turned to me.

I think he was getting ice from the fridge, but the moment I tried to pass by to go upstairs and clean up my mess, he glanced sideways and like..looked really serious. I saw him like sigh a bit and bite his lip, and then ask if I was okay. It only made me a little more excited, so I just nodded and sped off upstairs. I really wish he’d fuck me though, idk if I scared him off though :(