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He rarely attended service, but every time he did he made sure to sit somewhere close to you. Preferably behind you, so he’d have something to look at. You didn’t even realize the effect you had on him, especially when you mindlessly played with your hair as you listened closely to your daddy up on that stage.
He’d watched you grow up over the years, not even remembering the day you suddenly walked around in a grown female body, leaving him hungry for all these curves. He started attending service more regularly then, always looking for that thrill of imagining how he’d get you to sneak out of church only to let him fuck you in the back of his truck.
And how he’d leave you needy for more, desperate for his cock, and totally fucked-out once you’d be walking back into your daddy’s church.
But he knew your daddy liked to protect you, keep you from all the dangers of the world, and especially from the dangers of a man like him. He pitied you for it, and for how much you were missing out.
Do you touch yourself when your daddy’s not around? He often wondered.
Today, he decided to find out. He had to get you ready for him after all. Start somewhere.
He walked into the church shortly after service had already begun, pleased to find an empty spot on the bench right behind you. He didn’t even listen to your dad once, instead, he leaned forward, inhaling your sweet, sweet scent as he propped his arms up on the backrest of your bench, getting lost in your innocence.
“You wearing those little dresses on purpose, sunshine?”
He couldn’t see your face, but he knew his words had left you with an ashamed glow surrounding you.
“Either way, they’re working wonders you can’t even imagine,” he commented, his lips nearly brushing against your ears. He was so unbelievably close to you, you didn’t even have to do anything to leave him achingly hard. He was lucky he had his hat to cover himself up.
“Tell me, sunshine. Do you touch yourself?”
He waited a little, sensing your confusion. He knew your daddy never told you about the true joys of life. But he didn’t mind. He would gladly take on that job.
“You know, down there. Have you ever made yourself feel good?” You shook your head reluctantly.
“Well, then I want you to try it out tonight… When you go to bed… Lock your door, crawl under your sheets, and move your hand between your legs. You’ll figure out the rest on your own, sunshine. But don’t let your daddy hear you.”