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Subject: {ASSM} Oh Daddy! (MF, inc, fath-daught)
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 15:10:02 -0500
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Oh Daddy!  By Scorpio00155(c)

   I suppose my life was fairly good, at eighteen I had a good job, which
at that time was a miracle, enough money to keep me in fashion clothes
wise, parents who loved me, and boys fawning over me.  Having boys and men
humming around me like bees was something I liked, not that I always gave
them what they wanted, I wasn't that easy you know, but it was flattering
to be in such demand.  It was cheap too as I never went Dutch, if a man
wanted to go out with me he paid for it, sometimes he got a return on his
investment, sometimes he didn't, just like the stock market there was
always a risk and I knew that I had something they wanted and used it to
full advantage, mine of course.

   As for my home life I had no complaints there, neither of my parents
were overbearing, they were proud of my achievements and always encouraged
me in whatever I did.  Mum was a social animal, between her clubs and
events we rarely saw her in the evenings, but it kept her happy and didn't
give her much time to pry into my sexual activities.  Her one wish was that
I would find a 'nice' man and settle down, but it was not one of my
priorities in life so the less time she had to raise the matter the better
I liked it.  I was actually closer to my father than my mother, at fifty he
was still an active and, according to the girls I worked with, an
attractive man, naturally I had never looked at him this way.  My father
had taken early retirement after a fortuitous win on the pools and spent
his time either at golf, gardening or in DIY projects; when he wasn't
involved in any of these he'd be curled up with a book.  Very early on I
had found that it was easier to talk to my father about my problems than to
my mother, especially when I became aware of sex, mum would 'um' and 'ah'
about the subject whereas dad would give a straight answer if he could, I
soon found myself confiding my secrets in him and though he tutted at some
of the things I did he always did it with a grin.  Maybe we were closer
than most fathers and daughters, I don't know, but if I had a problem I at
least knew who I could turn to for a sympathetic ear.

   One evening I went out with a dishy guy from the office, mum had gone
off to one of her clubs before I went out and dad was reading in the living
room when I left.  The early part of the evening went quite well, the guy
took me to a posh restaurant and I had just about decided to let him have
me as a reward when the idiot went and blew it.  Right there at the table
he slipped a hand under the table and tried to get his hand under my skirt,
dishy he may have been, but I was not having that, not in public and not
without a little preliminary courting first.  What had started out as a
pleasant evening ended with me slapping him round the face and storming out
of the restaurant, the worst part was that I was feeling randy and had
actually been looking forward to letting him take me back to his place for
some fun.  When I got home dad was still in the living room, he looked up
as I entered, smiled, frowned then laid his book to one side.

   "Want to talk about it Virginia?" he asked.

   "Is it that obvious?" I sighed.

   "Only to your old Da'." He grinned.

   So I sat down and told him about what had happened, he laughed then
patted my knee.

   "I suppose he was so used to women swooning over him that it never
occurred to him that one would say no." Dad laughed.

   "If he'd played his cards right," I grinned, "he would have got what he
wanted anyway, I'd just made up my mind when he went and spoilt it."

   "What a silly boy," dad grinned, "but I can't really blame him you know,
you are too pretty for your own good my love, the temptation gets too much
sometimes, after all that's all we men are good for isn't it."

   "Oh dad," I laughed, "you do have one or two other uses."

   After talking with my father I felt a hell of a lot better though no
less randy, the prospect of playing with my vibrator did not please me, but
it was too late to find another decent date so it looked as though I was
left with little choice.  It was just after nine and I knew that my mother
would be out until one in the morning or even later so at least I could let
myself go, I hated having to hold back my cries so that my mother wouldn't
hear them, dad just laughed when he heard the noise coming from my room and
ribbed me about it later on.  With a sigh I got to my feet and headed
towards the living room door.

   "BZZZZ." Dad laughed.

   Poking my tongue out at him I went off to my room, it took me only a few
minutes to get undressed, it took longer to decide which of my vibrators to
use, but in the end I settled for a ten incher and lay back on my bed to
enjoy myself as best I could.  It really wasn't my night, I'd played with
my large tits, fingered my pussy and was getting a good high from the
vibrator when the damned thing died on me, with a little whimper of
frustration I grabbed one of the others out of my cupboard only to find
that the batteries were dead.  Needing to get off I flopped on the bed and
dug my fingers into my burning pussy, with fast, almost desperate strokes I
tried to make myself climax, but it just wasn't happening, even tweaking my
clit did no good and I felt tears of frustration running down my cheeks as
I frigged myself desperately.

   "OH DAMN!" I cursed pulling my fingers from my pussy, "DAMN, DAMN,
DAMN!"

   There was a knock at my bedroom door followed by my father's voice
asking if I was all right, throwing a robe around myself I called out to
him to enter.  My pussy felt as though it was on fire as my father stepped
into the room, he noted the vibrator I had thrown aside lying near the door
and stooped to pick it up.  He was wearing a dressing gown and it flapped
open a little to reveal his cock hanging between his legs for a moment.

   "The modern marvel not doing the job?" he asked laying the thing on my
dressing table and adjusting his gown.

   "The bloody things broken and the damned batteries have died in all the
others!" I said in frustration, "Fuck it!"

   "Come on Ginnie," dad said soothingly, "calm down."

   "I wish I bloody could." I retorted.

   "Listen," dad smiled, "I've just run a bath, you hop into it and relax,
I think you need it more than I do."

   "Its not a flaming bath I need." I muttered.

   Dad must have heard me because he grinned, I squirmed a little on the
bed to try and ease the heat of my pussy, my robe flapped apart without me
realising it and my father drew in a sharp breath.  Oblivious to the fact
that I was displaying my body to him I saw him lick his lips then turn his
eyes away from me, thinking I had offended him in some way I stood up which
made my robe flap around me, but I didn't notice it.

   "Dad," I said quietly as I touched his shoulder, "are you all right?"

   He turned his head and nodded, his eyes were unusually wide and his
breathing seemed a little fast to me, through the burning of my pussy I was
concerned that he was coming down with something.  His eyes turned away
from me again and I heard him take a shuddering breath then sigh.

   "Go and have that bath love." He said in a voice that sounded unsteady.

   I turned to do as he asked knowing full well that I'd not get any
relaxation from anything until I had at least one orgasm, it was then that
I noticed that my robe was hanging open and it dawned on me why my father
had suddenly started acting so strangely.  A sudden thrill of excitement
ran through me that brought me near to a climax, it shocked me to think
that I could get turned on at the thought that my father had been able to
see my naked body, it was an even bigger shock to realise that he had been
turned on by what he'd seen.  The next moment a pair of hands came under my
arms and cupped my tits, I gasped and froze as my father pulled the
material of the robe to one side and began to play with my nipples, a
moment later he turned me towards the bed and leant me over it.  His
breathing was harsh in my ear as he tugged my robe up over my back, then
his hands were back on my tits and something hard yet soft was pushing at
my burning pussy, my pent up orgasm ripped through me as his cock surged
into me in one motion, I cried out and shook in his grasp.

   "Oh daddy," I gasped in a weak voice, "no!"

   Whether he heard me or not didn't seem to make any difference, like a
man possessed he began to fuck me with heavy thrusts that literally drove
me wild, all thoughts of who was doing me went out of my head as he drove
me to another orgasm.  I must have been crying out to him to stop, I'm sure
I was, but all I was really aware of was the pleasure I was getting from
his long hard prick as it slid in and out of my pussy.  Explosions of
ecstasy hit me like a solid blow, my knees buckled under me, but my
father's strong hands at my tits and his cock in my pussy stopped me from
falling to the floor.  Then I heard him groan and felt him push hard into
me, his cock digging deep into my body as a hot glow spread inside me, it
was his seed filling me with its heat and I cried out from the sheer bliss
it was giving to me; my body shaking uncontrollably against him as he leant
over my back making deep sounds in his throat.  A few moments later he
pulled his prick from my pussy and lowered me down to the bed, twisting my
head around I looked up at him, tears of sheer pleasure were streaming down
my cheeks, but my father must have thought the tears were for another
reason and it snapped him back to himself.  His face went deathly pale as
he stared down at me, I knew that he could see his juices starting to leak
from my pussy as he took a step away from where I lay trembling in post
orgasmic bliss.

   "Oh Jesus...what have I done!" dad gasped.

   With shame and guilt written in his eyes my father turned and ran from
the room, I would have followed him immediately, but my legs felt rubbery
and I was still shaking like a leaf from the excitement inside me.  Maybe
if I had followed him that would have been the end of the matter, but as I
lay there recovering I was thinking about what had happened.  I'd been
raped by my own father yet I had enjoyed it so much I'd had more than one
orgasm, by God he had fucked me better than most of my recent lovers and
he'd been hurrying at that.  As I finally managed to sit up I realised that
I was getting randy again and the only reason there could be for this was
the thought of my father fucking me, it was all that was filling my mind, I
felt ashamed of myself for the sudden desire I had for him to fuck me
again, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted it to happen.

   Getting off the bed I let my robe slip off my shoulders, stark naked I
stepped out into the hall and hesitated, I was unsure where my father had
gone until I heard sounds coming from my parent's bedroom so I headed that
way.  The door was open and I could see my father, still in his gown though
now it was hanging open as he sat on the edge of the double bed with his
face in his hands, whatever he may have been feeling his cock was of a
different mind as it lay in his lap looking half erect.  Quietly I stepped
into the room and closed the door, my father didn't seem to notice my
entrance and I stood there for a moment watching him in his remorse.  He
must have been going over and over what had happened for his shoulders were
sagging ever lower, yet at the same time his cock was growing harder, and
even as I stood watching it began to stand to attention.

   "Dad?" I said softly with desire burning hotly inside me.

   "I'm sorry Virginia," he sobbed without raising his face from his hands,
"I don't know what the hell came over me."

   I don't think he was even aware that his gown was wide open or his cock
was erect let alone that I was standing there in the nude, crossing to the
bed I knelt in front of him and leant against his legs.

   "You must hate me for what I've done." My father sighed.

   There was only one way to show him that I didn't hate him at all, at the
same time I would satisfy the burning desire in me.  Smiling softly to
myself I pushed his shoulders until he was lying back on the bed, I stood
up and straddled his body before he could realise what was happening.  His
hands fell to his side as I thrust down on him, taking his whole cock into
my pussy in one go, his red, teary eyes went wide and his mouth opened in
dismay as I leant forward onto his chest.

   "VIRGINIA!" He cried.

   "Daddy?" I smiled at him.

   I think he was so shocked that he couldn't respond, leaning down I
kissed him gently and felt him stiffen then relax, as I sat there with his
cock buried deep inside me I felt happy and wildly excited.  His cock
filled my pussy to stretching point and though I was not moving on him just
the feel of him inside me was pushing me towards a climax.

   "God Ginnie," dad gasped when I raised my head again, "what are you
doing?"

   "I'm fucking you" I grinned, "what does it look like I'm doing."

   "But..." He gaped at me, "For God's sake, I raped you!"

   "Did you?" I sighed as I started to move on his cock, "I thought you
were giving me just what I needed and God did I need to be fucked!"

   "But..." He tried to speak.

   Delicious thrills were running through me as his cock slid in and out of
my pussy as I rode him slowly, I knew that in a few minutes I'd be too far
gone in my pleasure to think let alone talk so I hurried to explain how I
felt.

   "I admit" I cut across his words, "that it was a shock at first, but the
way you made me feel, God the way you made me feel had me climaxing so hard
that I could barely breath.  You know what a randy bitch I am, how could I
resist what you were doing to me?  Dad, when you left me I was so high I
couldn't move and while I lay there I was thinking about what you'd done to
me, I liked it, hell I loved it and thinking about it was getting me all
hot in the pussy again.  I don't give a damn whether it's illegal or not,
whether it's wrong or not, all I want is for you to fuck me and to keep on
fucking me."

   I fell silent as my passion rose to such a level that I could no longer
concentrate enough to form the words, as I had spoken my father had started
to move with me, his cock surging up to meet me as I thrust down on him. 
Then his hands were on my tits, I felt his fingers teasing my nipples and
sending me even more over the top.

   "Ginnie," dad breathed, "God help me, but I want you as much as you seem
to want me."

   "Shut...up...and...fuck...me!" I gasped out just before I screamed my
way into an orgasm.

   Dad's head twisted down as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, my
orgasm intensified and I flopped helplessly on top of him, my body bucking
on his as he continued to slide his prick in my pussy.  Then I felt myself
falling to one side, his weight coming onto me as his cock thrust back into
my pussy and continued thrusting in a deliriously slow stroke that drove me
totally crazy.  I know I was shouting and swearing, though I haven't a clue
what I was saying, blast after delicious blast of ecstasy and bliss
exploded through me as my father fucked me in a way I had never been fucked
before, he ground his body on mine with each thrust, crushing my clit and
increasing my pleasure until I thought I would die.  As if from a great
distance I heard my father cry out, his body bore down on me mercilessly
and a sudden burst of heat filled me as he shot his seed deep inside me,
but this time my father didn't pull out of me.  Instead he began to thrust
again, his cock still hard inside me, his breathing harsh and laboured in
my ears as he leant his head on my shoulder.  I must have deafened him with
my cries of enjoyment, but all it seemed to do was make him fuck me faster
and harder than before.  Once again he crushed me delightfully with his
body, his hot seed flooding into me as he came again, then, after a few
slow thrusts, he pulled his slowly shrinking prick from my pussy and rolled
off me.

   God knows how long we lay there, it seemed ages before I could even
comprehend what was around me let alone sit up and take note, but at last
our bodies recovered and we sat up.  I hugged my father to thank him for
giving me so much satisfaction.

   "We must do this again." I sighed happily.

   "Give me half an hour and we will." Dad said quietly.

   "Oh no, I didn't mean now!" I gasped looking at him.

   Then I laughed as I realised that he was winding me up, he looked as
tired and as satisfied as I felt, I knew I would have to return to my own
room soon or my mother would catch us together, but I really didn't want to
let go of him.

   "Did you really mean what you said?" dad asked, "About doing it again
that is."

   "Whenever you want to." I smiled, "Why do you ask?"

   "Oh nothing," dad grinned boyishly, "I was just thinking that I might
take you to a restaurant somewhere and shove my hand up your dress under
the table."

   "If I was in a restaurant with you," I grinned back, "you can be sure I
won't be wearing any panties."

   A few weeks later my father did take me to a restaurant, one well away
from where we lived of course, I wasn't wearing panties and he stuck his
hand up my dress under the table, the waiter must have thought I was having
a fit when I climaxed as he served the food.

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