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Apparently I’m a goody two shoes, and I’m uptight. I agree with the fact that I’m uptight, but I’m not a goody two shoes. I’m not perfect, I swear that to you. My boyfriend thinks that I am, and that I need to “chill the fuck out; do something stupid.” Well, fuck him. Last time I checked, intelligence goes a bit farther then stupidity. I may not seem like I do dumb things, but honestly I do. I keep them to myself though. I’ll get into that in a bit. First the basics about me. My name is Aryana Jaydyn Michaels- Ary for short. I live in a small nothing of a town, but go to the near Vocational High School. I recently turned 17 and I’m a senior. I was able to skip two grades in elementary school. I mean I get why someone would say I’m a goody two shoes, it’s just I hate hearing it. I’m intelligent, and I care about school work and my future, but it’s not like I don’t just let go and have fun with friends. It just may not be as often as some people. School is important to me, with the highest GPA I have recently been accepted to Yale University, I’m going to be attended very soon, and can’t wait for it! My best friend and I both got in, and are going together. We are going to be sharing a dorm room and going to have the best years of our lives. I’m not a tiny girl. I have a size 15 pant size, and wear extra large shirts. My breasts are 40 DD’s and they fill my chest nicely. I have a round ass that makes my jeans look excellent. My naturally brunette hair, at this point, is always straightened, even though it is naturally frizzy. I try to make myself look a bit better, even though I still have most guys look me over. My home life is much better then that at school. It’s four of us in our house. I have an eighteen year old brother who is in the majority of my classes, and then my wealthy parents. My dad takes a lot of trips, and that is the time my mom is home. My dad is home when my mom is on trips. Very rarely are we all together for more then a Sunday. If things weren’t like the way they are though, I would not have the gorgeous home I do. Not only do I get my own bathroom, but I also get a ginormous walk in closet, and basically all the space I could need. When my parents are home, life is good. It doesn’t matter which one, me and my brother; Aaron, get along with both parents. They would do anything and everything for either of us, and I am very gracious of that. My entire house is sound proofed, the evidence that a musician once lived here. If someone screams from the next room you won’t here them. It is a wonderful thing. You know how it is; the one night my parents are home together they go at it like wild dogs. I just have raging hormones, and my brother- well god only knows how often he jerks off. He does also have a girlfriend who he sneaks into his bedroom, when my parents go to bed, usually only when escort my mom is home. My dad would beat the shit out of him for sneaking around and screwing a girl, like she’s worth nothing. Since I was young I have masturbated. In the past months though, it has changed from porn or my imagination, to the men in my life. My brother; Aaron Jace Michaels. He’s pretty generic looking, but has great abs, and has the stereotypical look of a quarterback on the varsity team- only because he is. He acts nothing like one though. He has a heart of gold, any woman would be lucky to marry him. The other man is a bit harder to tell you about. That man is my father. His name is Ashtyn William Michaels. He is 35 years old, but still looks like he could pass for a 25 year old. He has blond hair with natural brown highlights. It is longer, almost like the Leonardo Dicaprio haircut. He was 6’3 and extremely fit. He had the prettiest most gorgeous face a man could have. It’s still young and fresh like the rest of him. He enjoy’s walking around the house shirtless, so I have often seen his chest. He wears a nice pear of pecs and three amazing pairs of pecs. I would love to seductively run my hand down them, maybe creeping a bit farther down into his shorts. I have imagined my dad taking all control away from me, fucking me crazy, making me pass out. I get horny just imaging him making me squirt with his mouth and fingers. I’ve walked in on my dad in the shower once or twice. I play it off as an accident but it wasn’t. In the hallway bathroom there is a Jacuzzi tub. My dad was relaxing after one of his trips, and I acted as if I didn’t know he was in there. I walked in to him soaking in the tub, with nothing covering him. His hand was on his cock, and he looked like he was stroking it. I asked him why he wasn’t in his room, and apparently my mom was getting ready for that evening, the same as my dad was. Why they were separate, was crazy to me, but to each there own. When I saw him, I didn’t even act like I was shocked; I just slowly walked out. Honestly it got me extremely horny, and I raced to my room and made myself orgasm like three times. The second time, my father was in his bed in the morning, it was a Saturday, and I didn’t want to be alone so I went to say good morning, where I saw him masturbating above his blankets. I left a bit quicker that time, but still loved the few seconds I was able to see. Both men have sexy voices, I would love to have my control taken from either of them, but I know my father could handle and treat me better. He has the experience behind it that my brother doesn’t. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was sitting on my bed, trying to listen to music, but was pretty distracted. My eyes were red and swollen, making it difficult to concentrate. I had recently finished bayan escort crying. My boyfriend whom I’ve had for just over a year, decided to dump me because I wouldn’t suck his dick on the fucking school bus. His excuse was that there was only like three others on the bus, no one would know. Originally when he dumped me I laughed, but then he proceeded by going down a mental list of all the things he didn’t like about me: The constant need to be perfectTrying to help every person even if they don’t want itAlways having to do the right thingsNot giving him sexual requests whenever he asksThe inability to just let go and have funBeing a bitch like half the goddamn month Fucking, always whining You’re always fucking horny, but don’t let me do shit about it He added at the bottom that I was fat. It was Friday, and a terrible way to start my weekend. I got off the bus staying strong, but once I walked into my house, I began to bawl. I thought he actually liked me. I was totally wrong… What the fuck did he like? My tits? My ass? I forgot that my dad was home this weekend, so when I slammed the front door shut, I didn’t expect any questioning. He must have been sitting at the table, and at that point, there was no way I could avoid him hearing me. I try to run up the stairs without answering, and I actually get into my room. I hated having my father seeing me cry. It made me feel like shit inside, like a pussy. Once my door was shut I changed into a spaghetti strap tank top and began blaring my stereo. Some old Avril Lavigne began to play. Ah, the best break up songs ever! I threw myself onto my bed. I felt safe and comfortable around my pink comforter, and fuzzy pillows. My room made me feel safe. I wasn’t sure how long I had until my dad came up here, but we would soon find out. I didn’t make it more then two songs before he was gently knocking on my door. “Go away, please.” I pleaded. Like he could hear me. He once again knocked. I walked over to the door and turned the knob trying to procrastinate the action. Maybe he would leave in the next two seconds. Once I had the door opened six inches, I was able to see that he hadn’t. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked; wearing a worried expression. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt. His hair was combed back and he looked really good. I mean really good. It was doing an excellent job of distracting me, from what was actually wrong. “Nothing, I’m sorry for slamming the door,” I said, hoping that would be enough. Man, was I wrong. “Sweetie, let me in.” He seemed worried, and truly concerned. “Dad, I’m okay.” I said. “No you’re not, I can see it in your face Ary.” Fuck, I hated the fact that he could read right through me. “Okay, I’m not, but I’ll be okay in a bit.” “Aryana, stop. Let me in, so we can talk.” He had a pleading escort bayan look in his eyes. I moved out of the way and kicked the door open all the way. He said thank you as he walked in and moved to my bed. After re-shutting my door I joined him. “So tell me, what’s going on?” He asked, with a genuine look of care in his eyes. So I told him. As I told him, tears began to pour down my face, and soon I was hiding myself in his chest, while he was rubbing my back. I was hyperventilating and was all around a mess. Every time I took a breath, I smelled his cologne, each inhale made me feel a bit better. “Aryana, he’s an asshole. You’re a gorgeous girl, you’ve turned into a stunning woman. Who the fuck cares what they think. You are who you are, and I think you’re pretty fucking awesome.” He said smiling to me, which brought a smile to my face. I lifted my head, and looked at him. “Daddy, I love you. You’re a much better man, then any of those idiots at school.” I said smiling. “Well, thank you, but, love, that doesn’t say a whole lot.” I giggle, as he makes the joke. “I love you, baby girl. You’re beautiful, gorgeous. In fact, if you weren’t my daughter I would have you all to my-” He cut himself off. I think he realized his comment wasn’t fully appropriate. All I know is that as he said that, a slight tingle ran through me. My nipples immediately got hard, and were probably visible through my lace, non padded bra. “Daddy, thank you.” I didn’t really prepare myself for what I said next. “If you want, you can have me now.” I said, a daring expression on my face. I tried to stay confident as I said that, but my Daddy’s expression made me a bit fearful, and immediately regretful of what I said. “Ary…” his voice quiet, and unsure, and his face was red. “I’m your daddy, I couldn’t.” “Why not, nobody would ever have to know.” I said. I moved my body from the side of him, to where I know straddled him. If I brought my body down, I would feel him underneath me. I was almost scared to do that. “A-Ary. Baby, we can’t.” He said. He knew we could though. I stopped holding myself completely up and gently put myself on him. Most of my weight was on my legs bent on each side of my dad, but I was still touching daddy. When I went down I could feel his cock. It seemed semi-hard at first, but almost immediately got harder. That caused me to have a bit of wetness flow into my slit. “Daddy, I love you. I want you to be my first time.” I admitted. “Wait, you’ve never had sex?” He seemed a bit surprised at the news. “No, I’ve only sucked two cocks, and been fingered once. I’m actually still intact, I pretty sure anyways.” His already hard penis was growing underneath me. “Oh.” He simply looked at me, and then down. I noticed he was staring at my chest. I knew he wanted to really look at them, so I wrapped my arms around myself and pulled my tank top over my head. Though, I was revealing my stomach, I felt comfortable because it was in fact my dad. “Aryana! What in the world are you doing!” He may have sounded angry, but his dick was telling me something different.
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