Daddy Gets His Cookies

Daddy Gets His Cookies

(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

It was nearly 3AM in the morning of November 1^st, and Bill James was worried about his 19-year-old daughter, Millicent (or ‘Millie’ for short). She had left almost ten hours before to attend a Hallowe’en costume party being thrown by her sorority at the State College she was attending, and she wasn’t home yet. The good thing about living in the city where the college was located was that Millie could stay at home in her old room instead of having to pay rent for a room on the college campus; the bad thing about it was that instead of her being ‘out of sight, out of mind’ and therefore not something to be worried about, her father Bill still worried about her just as he did when she was going through high school.

And he had a lot to be worried about.

Millie was a very sweet, very innocent, and very playful young lady, but she was also a spectacular tease. She was a blonde-haired beauty with blue eyes, dimples in her cheeks, the most kissable lips anyone had ever seen, and had a lean, lithe body that was typical for most girls her age. While not overly busty, Millie still had a bigger than average bustline, her breasts standing out proudly on her chest with very little sag. Her stomach was flat and taught, her ass rounded and firm, and her legs long and shapely. She wore her hair just shy of her shoulders, and it was just wavy enough to give her a ‘little girl’ look. She was easily the prettiest girl in her high school, and all the attention she got from the boys in the school proved it to her on a daily basis.

But the worst part was that Millie knew how sexy and attractive she was, and she used it to her best advantage. She was by no means a tramp; as far as Bill knew she had only slept with two guys in her entire life, but he also knew of at least two dozen others who would jump at the chance to sleep with her. And Millie didn’t help things any by the provocative way she dressed, always dressing in a way that showed her body off to best advantage. She was the kind of young girl that whenever she walked into a room, you could hear the men’s pants getting tight in the crotch.

Yes, Millie James was a first-class tease, the sexual fantasy of every guy who saw her and the object of jealousy and envy of every girl who laid eyes on her.

Bill was worried about her for good reason, especially after she had shown him the costume she was wearing to the party. She specifically waited until right before she left to show him because she knew what his reaction was going to be; she also knew that with her mom out of town visiting her sick sister, the only thing that stood in her way was her father. So she waited until it was too late for him to do anything about it before showing it to him. Bill had been sitting in his study surfing the web when Millie came in to show him her costume.

“So how do you like my costume, Daddy?” she said cheerfully from the doorway behind him. Bill spun his office chair around to see, and his mouth fell open at what he saw.

Millie was wearing what was obviously a parody of a Girl Scout uniform, and a very adult, very sexy one at that. She was wearing a green beret, her hair worn in short pony tails on the sides of her head, a skin-tight white low cut (VERY low cut!) short sleeve shirt with a green collar, green cuffs and green trim with the shirt stopping just below her breasts where it was tied with a knot, a matching green skirt with a broad white waistband that sat so low on her hips that Bill didn’t know how it didn’t fall off, the skirt itself being so short that it barely covered the cheeks of her ass and surely showed them in their full splendor if she bent over, a pair of knee-high white stockings, and patent leather shoes with 4 inch heels. Her body from just below her breasts to just above her pubic hair was completely bare, a faux diamond sparkling as it dangled from her belly button. To complete the outfit was a broad green sash that hung from her right shoulder across her body to her left hip, with the words “COOKIE GIRL” yellow cursive letters written on it.

“Well, what do you think?” she said after a few moments had passed without her father saying anything.

“I think you’re out of your ever-loving mind if you’re really going to wear that…that…costume…to the party!” he said, waving his hand at her in exasperation.

“But why not wear it, Daddy? Don’t you think it looks good on me?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and cocking one knee in front of her as she spoke.

“That’s just the problem, Millie, it looks too good on you!” he said, sitting back in his chair, his hands resting on the arms of the chair. “You’re going to have every guy at the party chasing after you and trying to get in your pants if you go dressed like that!”

‘Damn, but she looks hot in that outfit!’ he thought to himself, acutely aware of the stirring that had begun in the crotch of his own pants.

“I know, Daddy, but that’s the fun part of it!” she said, giggling and laughing as she stood in the doorway. Then she walked over to where her father sat, stopping in front of his chair and holding her hands out to him. He sat up and took her hands, looking up at her with genuine concern on his face – and hoping she wouldn’t notice the growing lump in his pants.

“I know I’m a terrible tease and that I drive all of the guys crazy, Daddy, but believe me when I tell you that that’s all there is to it – I tease the boys, they know it, and they all know that they don’t stand a chance of ever getting their hands on me,” she explained, looking him in the eyes with a serious look on her face. “I’m a tease, Daddy, not a tramp. Please believe me and trust me, okay, Daddy?” she asked, her voice soft and serious. Bill looked up into the beautiful eyes of his equally beautiful daughter for a moment, seeing the sincerity in them. Then he smiled at her as he replied.

“Okay, baby, I believe you, and I trust you,” he said, making her smile. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful tonight, all right?” he said, squeezing her hands in his.

“I promise, Daddy!” she said, bending over and kissing him quickly on his cheek – and giving him a quick glimpse of her breasts down the cleavage of her shirt as she did.

‘Oh, great, she’s not wearing a bra!’ he thought to himself as she turned to walk out of the room. He watched her ass swinging for a moment, then a thought struck him and he spoke up.

“Please tell me you’re wearing panties under that skirt!” he said. Millie stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him, a big grin on her face.

“Of course I am, silly! And they match the skirt, too – see?” she said, turning away from him and bending over at the waist, her knees stiff, flipping her skirt up to show him the green panties covering her shapely bottom.

‘At least it’s not a thong!’ he thought to himself.

“Millie!” he said in exasperation; Millie laughed and skipped out of sight. A minute or so later he heard the door to the house close, followed by the engine of her car starting up. He got up and walked over to the window, watching her back her car out of the driveway into the street, and then drive away.

“Damn, but she’s got a nice ass!” he said to himself.

Bill was in the living room sitting in the center of the couch watching one of the streaming channels he had subscribed to when Millie finally got home. He heard the front door open and then close, followed by the coat closet door opening and closing as Millie put the coat she had worn to the party away. Then he heard her footsteps coming down the hall to the living room, and moment later Millie appeared looking none the worse for the wear. The green “Cookie Girl” sash was gone, but other than that she looked just like she did when she’d left ten hours before.

“Hi, Daddy!” she said as she came into the room, hips swinging in her usual style. She came over to the couch where he was sitting and kissed her on the cheek, then turned and walked over to the chair sitting across from the couch, giving her father another view of her spectacular butt as she did.

“Hi, baby; did you have a good time?” he asked as Millie turned around to face him and then plopped down unceremoniously into the chair, her feet splayed apart and her knees touching in front of her, her hands resting on the arms of the chair as she sat back.

“I’ll say! I had a blast, an absolute blast!” she replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“No incidents to speak of?” he asked, crossing his legs in front of him to hide the movement in his crotch that started the moment she walked into the room.

“Nope, not a one!” she said, grinning at him. “Much to the dismay of just about every guy there, I might add!” she said, proudly.

“What happened to your sash?” he asked.

“Boy, you don’t miss a trick, do you, Daddy?” she asked, still grinning at him.

“I’m a dad, I’m not supposed to,” he replied. ‘Especially with a daughter who looks the way you do!’ he thought to himself.

“I gave it to one of the frat boys as a souvenir, something to remember me by since I wouldn’t give him my panties like he wanted,” she said. “And boy, was his girlfriend pissed!” she said, giggling.

“I bet she was,” Bill said.

“Not half as pissed as she would have been if she had seen him trying to grab my ass a few minutes earlier!” Millie said, still grinning. “But it’s just as well, that sash was a pain in the ass anyway!”

“Why is that?” her father asked.

“Because of what it said on it,” she replied, still laying back in the chair, looking at him over the twin mounds of her breasts in front of her. “All night long, the guys were asking me when I was going to give them their cookies, or when they were going to get their cookies, things like that! It was funny at first, but after a while it really started to get old,” she explained.