Daddy's Been Drinking... [Open for 1M, PM]

[secret_stories]

Hello there! I'm looking for a guy to start a daddy/daughter story with.

I'd play Lizzy, a very sheltered/naive 18 year old. Sam's her very protective (and sexy) single daddy. One night, Sam gets hammered and comes home craving affection from his little girl, who's grown up so much in the last year. He hugs her close, pulls her onto his lap to cuddle, nuzzling her neck, and though it makes her a little uncomfortable, Lizzy's far too shy and demure to tell him to stop. Besides, she likes making her daddy happy.

Though he didn't initially intend it to be sexual, Sam soon finds that he likes touching his gorgeous, virginal daughter. And the alcohol isn't making him want to stop. At first, he just lets his hands wander a bit, playing it off as accidental. But when he realizes Lizzy isn't resisting, he continues, all the while telling her "it's ok" and how happy she makes him.

Though she knows it isn't right, all the skin to skin contact soon goes to Lizzy's head, and she finds herself less and less concerned with doing the right thing.



I'll start us off below, please PM if you're interested in playing Sam!


IC:

Lizzy made her way downstairs to get a glass of water. It was the middle of the night, and she'd just woken up to realize that her daddy still wasn't home. He'd gone out with some friends earlier, but she'd expected him home hours ago.

Her little pink nightgown swung around her thighs as she made her way down the stairs toward the kitchen. Daddy had gotten the wrong size again, and it was far to small to be appropriate for wearing outside of her bedroom, but since she was alone in the house she didn't bother with her bathrobe. She teased him that his always accidentally buying her clothes too small was going to make her feel fat, but he always just apologized and said she looked just fine in the tight clothes. She knew he'd exchange them if she asked, but he was so busy with work and taking care of her that she'd feel guilty asking him to do more.

She was just finishing her water and moving to head back to bed when she heard a car pull up outside.

 

[saedo]

"Guh night, Jimmy," Sam slurred as he awkwardly chambered out of his buddy's car. He straightened his 6'2" and paused for a moment at the curb as a brief wave of disorientation swept over him. Woah, he was definitely drunk.

Sam wasn't normally a heavy drinker. Most nights he was more apt to stop by his gym than a bar. (Despite being slightly north of 40, he'd maintained his college-football physique.) But tonight he'd gotten involved in an impromptu bachelor party for a buddy. After the bar and then the strip club, he'd probably had one too many shots of tequila. Or maybe three.

Sam wobbled carefully across the yard to the front door of his house. He fumbled at the lock until he finally got it to turn. With a wave goodbye at Jimmy, he entered.

After closing the door behind him, Sam turned to discover that his return had not gone unnoticed. His teen daughter stood near the stairs in a pink nightgown. The handful of brain cells still functioning noted that she probably needed another one. The bottom hem fell awfully high up her thighs and the bodice was obviously designed for a girl without such impressive curves.

"Hey there, sweetie," he said, taking great care to enunciate each syllable in a somewhat futile attempt not to slur his words. "What are you doing up so late?"