Vignette was standing before the mirror. She was wearing her bridal dress, a white gown with taffeta skirt billowing about her long legs and a shoulder less one with a sweetheart neckline.
It was her daddy’s choice.
The thought made her n*****s hard and p***y clench thinking how he would react seeing her in this dress.
The door to her room opened. It was daddy and she knew it.
“Baby girl,” his husky voice rasped as he saw her standing there in her wedding gown.
“How do I look Daddy?” asked Vignette as she smiled at him looking at him in the mirror.
“You look gorgeous sweetheart, just like always. You look like Princess,” said the handsome man in his fifties as he walked towards her, towards his daughter. He continued,” You look like Daddy’s Dirty Princess..”
“Ohhh Daddy!!” moaned Vignette at his words as he stood behind her and placed his hands on her breasts and pulled down the gown from the two beautiful orbs showing the twin beauties to the mirror. He took hold of her n*****s and pulled them hard making them even harder than they were before.
“That’s right baby girl. You are always going to be mine. You are going to be my Dirty Princess forever. I might give you over to that moronic handsome bastard standing in a tux at the altar but you know who is going to fill up your p***y tonight, don’t you sweetheart?” asked the man she had called daddy since her childhood.
“Yes Daddy…I am yours,” said Vignette as she leaned to his strong hard muscular chest beneath the suit that he was wearing. He clutched one of her breasts and shifted his hand to her gown and lifted her skirt up to catch hold of her ass and pressed it hard making her whimper.
“Ahhh baby girl….no panties…you just know how to make my day, don’t you?” asked the man as he nibbled her earlobes.
“Do you like it Daddy?” she asked in her soft voice as he moved his hands to her p***y and slid and finger inside her making her gasp out in pleasure as his long digit filled her up.
“Sweetheart, I love everything about you. Don’t you know that till now?” asked her father, or the man who she knew to be her father. But she knew that he was not her father, just the man who had been more father to her than her real father had ever been.
“I can’t wait to get married daddy and then you can fill me up as much as you want. I can’t wait to have your babies Daddy,” said Vignette as his finger moved inside her and he pulled her face towards him to kiss her lips softly and said,” I can’t wait for that too darling.”