Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Summary: Amber arranges a meeting place for her and Daddy Frank.  When
they're
alone, he confesses to having naughty thoughts about her when she was

much younger.  And Amber has a special request for her Daddy Frank.

   This story is intended for adults only.  If sexual material offends you,
please do not read this.

   You can see the rest of my stories at /~DaddyOh/
And, you can send feedback to: daddyoh@playful.com
Story: Daddy's Diary pt 9 by DaddyOh!  (Mf, no sex)

***************************************************************************

**********

   Daddy's Diary pt 9 by DaddyOh!

   Amber emailed me later and said she had arranged a place for us to meet.
I pretty much knew where it was, address wise...not terribly far from home.
I hadn't quite figured what she was up to.  As I neared the location I saw
that it was a section of very nice townhomes.  The garage door of one was
open and I saw Amber inside, beckoning me in.  I had no idea whose place it
was nor how she had gotten in.  I drove in and rolled down my window.

   "Amber, where are we?" I asked.  "Whose place is this?" She was wearing
jeans and a light colored windbreaker.  She looked absolutely adorable, as
always.

   "Hi Daddy Frank!" She leaned into the window and gave me a kiss full on
the mouth.  I figured that must mean she was confident no one else was
around...I hoped.

   "Amber, Sweetheart...whose townhome is this?" She pulled keys out of her
pocket.  There was a small paper tag attached to them with a string.  Amber
read the info out loud.

   "David and Sally Simons." She flashed me one of her most seductive
smiles.

   "Who are they?"

   "The people who own this place," She said, followed by a giggle.

   "But Amber...  Oh, I think I get it." She just stared at me, smiling,
leaning into the car window.  "Is your mom the agent for this place?  Is
this a property she's selling?" It hadn't dawned on me that Amber's mom is
a real estate agent.  There was no For Sale sign on the lawn to tip me off.

   "Yes, she's the agent."

   "Well, Sweetheart, how did you get the keys?"

   "Mom keeps them all in a big key case."

   "Amber, what if the owners come here?  Or what if your mother shows it
today?  Won't she miss the keys?" Amber gave me a sly little wink.

   "She has them divided up.  This is one of the ones where the people who
own it moved to another state." She looked proud at having thought through
this so well.  "And my mom is out shopping with the rest of the fam.  So I
know she's not showing anything today."

   I had to admit, Amber had in fact done a good job figuring this out on
her own.  Seeming satisfied that all was a go, she moved away from my car
door to let me get out.  She walked over to the wall and hit the button to
close the garage door.  I can't deny that the thrill of being alone with
this gorgeous young creature that I had fantasized about for so long was
getting me rather jazzed.  I closed my car door and walked over to her.

   "You really are determined, aren't you, Amber?" I moved close to her as
I said this.  She smiled and her eyes lit up as she nodded her head.  I
absolutely had to kiss her right then...and I did.  She eagerly returned my
embrace.  We stood there for a minute kissing.  I was instantly hard and
couldn't wait to see what happened next.  I wondered if I should be taking
the lead, but I didn't have to.  I should have known.  Amber opened the
inside door, took my hand and led me into the vacant townhouse.

   The Simons' place was nicely furnished, polished up for showing, and
blissfully empty.  I don't know if Amber had been there already, but she
acted as though she had.  She continued leading me into a spacious family
room with dark red leather furniture.

   "Sit down, Daddy Frank." It was more of a request than a demand.  I
gladly obliged.  Amber unzipped her windbreaker, revealing a pink tank top
with two big, red cherries on the front.  Ironic, I thought, as this sexpot
hadn't had her cherry for a while.  Regardless, she looked delectable.  She
tossed the jacket aside and joined me on the couch.  Well, actually, she
straddled me on the couch.  I immediately put my hands on her back and
pulled her close for more kisses.  She embraced me and silently encouraged
me to kiss her neck.

   "MMmmmm...Amber...you are so fucking adorable.  I'm so glad you thought
of this.  I can't wait to fuck you."

   "Me too, Daddy Frank." Amber was speaking more softly than usual.  I
wasn't sure what was up.  Her demeanor had changed slightly.  Did I offend
her with what I said?  Hell, she was the one who wanted me to come here, to
do just that.  She kissed me more slowly, less urgently.  Clearly something
was on her mind.

   "Are you O.K.  Honey?" She looked me in the eyes as she spoke.

   "Oh, yea, Daddy Frank.  I'm fine.  But there's something I wanted to ask
you to do for me." I couldn't imagine what it might be, but I figured if it
was anything short of murder, I was going to do it.

   "Sure Amber, Sweetie.  What is it?" She seemed so serious all of a
sudden.

   "Well, do you remember when we were all together at your house a few
weeks ago?"

   "Of course I do."

   "You remember when I was with my daddy and he was calling me his little
whore and everything?"

   "Sure." I had no idea what she was getting at, but I certainly remember
what she was describing...I remembered it quite well.  "What about it,
Honey?"

   "Well, I totally love that.  I love acting like a little slut and I
loved being that way with my daddy when we were all playing like that.  It
was awesome when he did it to me that way and I really wanted to be his
little whore.  But..."

   "What is it Amber?  You can tell me.  It's O.K."

   "After we we were done, we came over to see what you and Dylan were
doing." I remembered well what Dylan and I were doing.

   "I remember, Sweetheart.  We didn't know you were there for a few
minutes."

   "I loved seeing you with her that way.  It wasn't like you were fucking
your little whore.  It was like you were...making love to her.  And not
like she was a whore." She furrowed her brow as she stared at me.  This
tentative side of Amber was something I had never seen before.

   "Yea, I remember that.  I didn't want to go to fast.  I had never even
thought about Dylan in that way before.  So I didn't want actually doing it
to freak either of us out.  It's not like with you because..." I paused,
not sure if I should go on.

   "What, Daddy Frank?  What do you mean, it wasn't like with me?" Amber
looked slightly worried, as if I was about to say something hurtful to her.

   "Well, Amber.  Like I said, I hadn't ever thought about my daughter in
that way.  But...well, I had thought about you that way many times."

   "You had?  Really?  About me?" Her mood seemed to change instantly.

   "How long did you think about me like that?  Like, sexually, right?  Is
that what you mean?" I couldn't help but smile.

   "Yes, Amber Sweetie.  Sexually.  Uh...how long?  I, uh...  Well..."
Amber's sly grin returned to her sweet face.

   "How long, Daddy Frank?  Tell me!" Despite what I had experienced with
this young lady several weeks ago, and just this very morning, in fact, I
still felt embarrassed to share this info with her.

   "Amber...you don't really...it doesn't matter." I pulled her close for a
kiss, hoping to change the subject.

   "No way, Daddy Frank!  When did you start thinking about me?  I wanna
know!" She was being playful, but I knew she could be very persistent.  I
sighed.

   "You really want to know?" She nodded vigorously.  "O.K.  I started
having those kinds of thoughts about you...when you were...I dont
know...ten?" She gave a semi-mock gasp.

   "Daddy Frank!  Are you serious?  Holy shit!  You wanted to fuck me when
I was ten?"

   "Well, I...I didn't really think about THAT when you were ten.  That
came a little later."

   "What did you think about then?  When I was TEN?"

   "I...I just saw you starting to develop.  I had known you your whole
life.  You were like a member of my family just like Dylan was like a
member of yours.  But all of a sudden, I couldn't help but notice that you
were...well...developing."

   "Yea?  Go on..."

   "At first I tried to put it out of my mind.  I told myself I was
crazy...that you were just little Amber, like you had always been.  Just
like another daughter to me.  But I couldn't help it.  The more I saw you,
the more...adorable you seemed."

   "You mean, like my boobs were developing?"

   "That was just part of it.  But yes, they had started.  You just...I
don't know...crossed over from being a little girl.  Your body started to
develop, but so did everything about you.  You were always a cute kid, but
all of a sudden you had a beautiful face...a young woman's face." She was
now listening intently, enjoying what she was hearing, it seemed.  "And you
always had a little body on you.  You had a butt when Dylan was just a
stick figure.  But all of a sudden.  It looked good to me." I was feeling
less awkward.  Amber nodded again, prompting me to continue.  "I kept
telling myself I was a pervert for thinking about you that way.  I'm sure I
was...shit, still am.  Anyway, I didn't really think about actually having
sex with you then."

   "What then?  What did you think?"

   "Honestly, the more I saw you developing, the more of you I wanted to
see.  For the first time I really started looking at you, when you were at
our house for a sleepover, or playing at the pool or in our yard or yours.
All of a sudden, I liked seeing you bend over and exposing your lower back,
jumping and showing your belly.  And of course...I have to admit, I started
really wanting to look down your shirt!" Amber let out a cackle.  "I know
it's crazy.  I told myself you were too young, but I wanted to see you. 
So, every chance I got, when you leaned over to get something, when we were
all rough housing together, I looked...and I saw your breasts starting to
bud, before you wore a bra even." Amber looked intently at me.

   "And, what did you want to do?" I sighed again.

   "Uh...I really just wanted to see you naked.  Well, actually, I wanted
to take your clothes off.  I pictured myself alone with you, and you
wanting me to undress you, wanting me to see your body."

   "Did that turn you on?"

   "Yes it did, Amber."

   "Anything else?"

   "As far as those fantasies went was me imagining I had taken your
clothes off and was laying in bed with you, touching you and...kissing you
all over." Amber just stared into my eyes.  I couldn't tell if she liked
what she heard, or if she wanted to run.  Then she kissed me...hard.

   "Oh, Daddy Frank..." Hard deep kisses.  "I love that so much." More
kissing and holding me tight.  "I love that you thought about me like that.
Did you jerk off?  Did you jerk off thinking about me?" It was my turn to
nod.  She kissed me even harder and ground herself into my lap, rubbing
herself on my hard-on.  "When did you want to fuck me?  When did you start
thinking about that?"

   "I guess a couple years later.  When you were about...twelve.  I feel so
guilty saying it." Amber clearly didn't mind.  Without prompting from me,
she grabbed the bottom of her pink tank top and pulled it over her head,
exposing those big, round, incredible boobs.  She grabbed my head and held
it against her, inviting me to kiss down her chest toward ber tits.

   "I love that you wanted to fuck me then, Daddy Frank...when I was
twelve. And you know what else?"

   "What, Amber Sweetie?"

   "I wanted you to."

   "You wanted me to...what?"

   "I wanted you to fuck me.  When I was twelve.  Even before.  I didn't
really know what it meant...but I knew I wanted you to do something really
naughty with me."

   "You did?  Seriously?"

   "Yes.  I started touching myself when I was about nine.  I don't know
why.  I just did it and I loved how it felt.  So I did it all the time. 
And so often, I was thinking about you.  I've had a major crush on you for
a long time." What a thrill that gave me!  I wanted this girl so badly and
had for so long.  And now she was actually telling me she had wanted the
same thing...as well as she could understand it at her age, of course. 
Holy shit.

   "Really?  Amber, that's really, really exciting." She flashed her
naughtiest grin.

   "Oh yea?  You like thinking about me touching my wet, bald little girl
pussy?" Hearing her say that gave my cock such a jolt that I thought I
would cum on the spot.  "You like that I was thinking about you when I
fingered my cunt?" I nodded.  "I wanted you to see me naked, Daddy Frank. I
didn't really understand it.  I didn't know what I wanted you to do, but I
wanted you to see me.  I wished you could watch me rubbing myself." I
leaned her back and began kissing her amazingly fabulous tits.  "Ohh, kiss
my titties, Daddy Frank...yesssssss..." I ran my hands over her bare back
and shoulders while I kissed, sucked and gently bit her sweet nipples. 
Could this really be happening?

   "I love thinking about you like that, Amber.  I'm so glad we're here
alone."

   "You wanna take me upstairs to one of the bedrooms, Daddy Frank?"

   "You bet I do, Sweetie.  But, you were going to ask me to do something,
before we started talking about all that.  What was it?  What did you want
me to do?"

   "Take me up to bed and I'll tell you there...promise."

   END OF PART 9
   feedback to daddyoh@playful.com