Seducing shy dad

I am from a rich family. I am used to wealth, expensive vacations and luxury. Last year the government seized my father's manufacturing firm due to tax issues. Our maid had been an undercover police and took pictures of damning documents. During those times our family hit hard times financially, as my dad spent all his earnings in court.

My small family and I ended up crammed into a tiny one-bedroom house. It was just fourteen year old me, my name is Mandy, my dad, and my mom. We slept on the same bed cuddling listening to dad telling us stories. At night, when they thought I was asleep, they'd fuck right there on the bed. I'd hear the creak of the mattress, my mom's soft moans, and my dad's grunts as he thrust into her. It turned me on so much. It reminded me of my ex Mike who had left me when I became poor. My pussy would get dripping wet, soaking my panties until I thought I'd peed myself. Sometimes I'd sneak a hand down there, rubbing my clit quietly while listening to them cum.

"Take my cock Elisa." He'd say. Sometimes he came on her face, sometimes in her but most times he sprayed it on her butt and back as they liked doggy style.

Manytimes in the morning, the semen would be right there on the sheets glaring at me and mom would pretend it's just food. Sometimes when no one was watching I'd taste it. This made me very wet.

It got to the point where just seeing my dad around the house made me wet. His strong arms, that confident walk, his blue eyes—it all made my thighs clench. Finally, Dad won the case the troubles sorted out, and we moved back to our family home. I got my own bed again. We got our house back but due to mistrust we never kept any servants. We paid hourly for any service we needed. It was just the three of us on the seven bedroom house. The loneliness overcame me finding relief in my friends at school and the memories haunted me. Every night, I'd lie there imagining what my parents were doing in their room, my fingers slipping inside my pussy as I pictured Dad's cock in mom's folds.

Then, one day, Mom announced she was heading to South Africa for a one-month training program. "It's just business, sweetie," she said in her heavy Mexican accent, kissing my cheek. I smiled, but inside, my heart raced. I'd have Dad all to myself. But he was so strict, always enforcing rules, watching me like a hawk.

Once mom left, I started small, dressing skimpy around the house. Tiny shorts that barely covered my ass, tank tops with no bra so my nipples poked through. He'd glance, then look away fast, clearing his throat. "Mandy, put on something proper," he'd mutter, but his eyes lingered a second too long.

One evening, after my shower, I "accidentally" let my towel drop as I walked past him in the hallway. My bare tits bounced free, my shaved pussy on full display. He froze, face turning red, flustered as hell. "Goodness, Mandy get the hell away from me!" he barked, turning away sharply. I giggled, picking it up slowly. "Oops, sorry, Daddy." He didn't say a word, just stormed off.

Emboldened, I cornered him later that week." "Daddy, can you buy me a dildo? All my friends have one." His eyes went wide, shock hitting him like a truck. He stammered, "What? No, Mandy, that's not... I can't.. As your mom ." But he didn't yell or punish me. He just walked away, leaving me smirking.

The real chance came when he got home stressed from work. One of his best employees was quitting, and he was fuming. I heard him slam the door, muttering curses. I rushed over and hugged him tight, pressing my body against his. "Daddy, don't worry. It'll be okay," I whispered in my sexiest voice, looking up at him with big eyes.

I felt it—his cock twitching and hardening against my belly. He pushed me back gently, face flushed. "Thanks, kiddo," he said, voice strained, then bolted to the kitchen. I bit my lip, my pussy throbbing.

The next night, I waited until I heard his car pulling up. I stripped naked and went to the kitchen, pretending to grab a snack. The door opened, and there he was, eyes locking on my nude body—my perky tits, hard nipples, the curve of my hips down to my wet slit. He was shocked, mouth dropping open. "Mandy! What the hell?" I feigned surprise, covering myself half-heartedly. 'Oh! I thought you were later, Daddy. Sorry!' He adjusted his pants, his bulge obvious, and turned away fast, disappearing down the hall.

After that, Dad got super vigilant. He'd avoid me at every turn, eating meals quickly, locking his door at night. On calls with Mom, he'd say, "When are you coming home soon? We need you here." It pissed me off. He wanted her back to avoid me? No way.

From then on. I behaved well, wearing long skirts, covering my cleavage and using no make up. Dad and I had a better relationship. He stopped trying to avoid me. One evening, I found him relaxed on the sofa, covered in a blanket, watching some action movie. The TV flickered, casting shadows. "Can I join you, Daddy?" I asked sweetly. He glanced over. "Go get your own blanket first.* I pouted, making my lips all full and hurt." Aww, why? I just want to cuddle." He sighed." Fine, join me then."

I slid in super close, snuggling against his side, my head on his shoulder. My short nightie rode up, but he didn't notice at first. As the movie played, I felt his breathing change—deeper, ragged. I shifted 'accidentally,' my hand brushing over his crotch. His cock was super hard under the fabric, straining against his pants.

Emboldened, I ran my fingers along it slowly, tracing the thick length over the cloth. His breath hitched, body tensing. "Mandy, please don't," he whispered, voice shaky. "I thought you got over this nasty obsession."

But I ignored him, slipping my head under the covers. The musky scent hit me—his arousal. I freed his cock from his pants, the hot, veiny shaft springing out. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, tongue swirling over the tip.

"Mmmmh... oooh, Mandy, please no," he groaned, but his hand hovered near my head, not pushing away. I bobbed deeper, taking more of his thick cock into my mouth, sucking hard. Saliva dripped down as I worked him, humming around his length.

I stopped suddenly, popping off with a wet sound. "Sorry, Daddy." The covers fell away, his dick still sticking out, shiny from my spit, throbbing in the air. He stared at me, eyes dark with conflict. "What's gotten into you, Mandy? You've made my life so difficult. You're my daughter, and you're so young. Please, keep away from this."

His words ignited my anger. "You fucked Mom right beside me every night, and I want that too." I sank back down, engulfing his cock again. I sucked greedily, hollowing my cheeks, one hand stroking the base. Soon, his protests faded to moans. His hand gripped my hair, supporting me as he thrust shallowly into my mouth." No... oh... Mandy...you are just fifteen,... We shouldnt... Oooohh.... Mmmh.... Oooh"

Even as he came, flooding my mouth with hot spurts of cum, he whispered, "No." I swallowed every drop, licking him clean. He was so shocked, eyes wide, then he yanked up his pants and rose, fleeing to his room. I heard the sobs as he went—gut-wrenching sounds that twisted my heart.

I ran after him, slipping into his room. He headed straight for the shower, the water starting with a hiss. While he was in there, I stripped off my nightie, every inch of my naked skin tingling. I lay on his bed, back against the pillows, legs spread wide apart. My pussy lips parted, already slick and aching, clit swollen.

He came out, towel around his waist, water dripping from his chest. His eyes locked on me—my open legs, the pink folds glistening. His cock hardened immediately, tenting the towel. "Oh no, Mandy, please don't do this to me." he said, voice breaking, but he dropped the towel, revealing his erect shaft.

He crawled onto the bed, face between my thighs. His tongue dipped out, licking my folds slowly, tasting my wetness. "Daddy," I moaned, hips bucking. He lapped at my clit, sucking it gently, then plunged his tongue inside my pussy, fucking me with it. My hands fisted the sheets as pleasure built, my body arching. I came hard, crying out, juices coating his chin.

He didn't stop there. Rising up, he positioned his cock at my entrance, the head nudging my soaked hole. "This is super fucking wrong," he murmured, but he pushed in, stretching my tight pussy with his thick length. Inch by inch, he filled me, groaning as my walls clenched around him.

He started thrusting, slow at first, then harder, his hips slamming against mine." Fuck, Mandy, you're so tight," he grunted, hands gripping my tits, pinching my nipples. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting every pound.

We fucked wildly. His balls slapped my ass with each deep stroke. I clawed his back, moaning, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me!" He drove faster, groaning with each stroke, sweat slicking our bodies. Finally, we came together—his cock pulsing inside me, shooting ropes of cum deep into my pussy as I shattered around him, waves of orgasm ripping through me.

He collapsed beside me, breathing heavy, pulling me close.